#I am going to be insufferable when (if?) the movie starts being made and I am not even sorry

[wundrousarts]

Yesterday I watched Cartoon Saloon’s short “Screecher’s Reach”, and thought Daal’s hair was almost exactly like how I envision Mathilde Lachance’s hair, so I decided to try and draw her. Today I stopped cleaning up the sketch after about an hour because I got bored, so it’s going here.

[facefullofsadness]

Can I request reader eating hanni out like the same thing you did with the Sakura fic

precious baby hanni I love her sm 😩

content - highschool!au, smut (virginity taking/first time, cunnilingus, gagging *not throwing up but stuffing the mouth to suppress sounds*), fluffy

wc - 1492

a/n - I have a gf!hanni hc that she calls her s/o darling with her sweet lil aussie accent and that her s/o loves calling her honey bc well, hanni!

hanni is suchhh a high school sweetheart.

I think it's a cliché heartthrob, oblivious, teen love story where you two became best friends overtime after meeting each other in class on the first day, your seating arrangement forcing you to talk to each other. and the more you got to know her, the more you started to fall. her smile, her aura, her personality, her voice, her talent, everything attracted you to her.

and she's sooo in the same boat with you. she lights up at the mention of your name, perks up when she sees you from across the room, runs after you and suffocates you in an adorable embrace. everyone around you two roll their eyes because neither of you can see how fucking in love the other is, too scared of rejection. so expect groans and "finally!"s to come out of your friends' mouths when you guys get together (minji and haerin were sick and tired, but dani and hyein were fangirling).

it took some time to build up to anything sex related. you both were young and inexperienced virgins, being each other's first kiss and everything, and even that was really hard and awkward to get over. even just talking about it made hanni's cheeks flush red, and you would just nervously laugh (how insufferably adorable hmph). BUT, being young also meant being unbelievably hormonal and horny, so eventually, when it got too much to handle, you made the first move.

a sleepover at hanni's. you and all of your guys' friends having a cute lil girls' night filled with games, movies, and snacks! you and your girlfriend cuddling on the couch as the night goes on and each girl knocks out one by one, dragging themselves upstairs to sleep in the guest bedrooms, leaving you and hanni left in the living room. a random chick flick plays on the screen as you pull her even further into you, nestling your face into her neck and planting kisses.

she squirms slightly in your grasp and giggles at your actions, lacing her fingers through your hair with one hand, another hand gripping your thigh beside her.

"darling, that tickles! what are you doing?" she questions.

"hanni... I don't know how much longer I wanna beat around the bush with this," you mumble against her skin, your eyes closed and your hands slipping under her tank top.

you feel her stiffen slightly in your hold, making you stop your kisses. she knows what you're talking about, but she panics slightly at the thought.

"darling, I don't know... they're just upstairs," hanni states hesitantly.

"I know honey, but just be quiet for me? yeah? can you do that?" you whisper sweetly.

her face looks distressed when you look up at her, wanting to say yes but too scared to go through with it. you pull away slowly, accepting her silence as a rejection like the respectful girlfriend you are, but she pulls your arm back, burying her face into your shoulder and mumbling.

"okay..."

you smile and kiss the top of her head, "we don't have to do it if you don't want to, my love."

"I want to!" she expresses a little too loud before lowering her voice again, "I want to, I'm just nervous."

you hold her face in your hands and place a soft peck on her lips, "It's okay, I am too. we'll learn together, right?"

she nods and grins slightly, leaning in to start making out with you, her hands in your hair pulling you into her. you reciprocate her needy kiss and push her backward to lay on the couch. your lips travel down her jaw to her neck, kisses gentle but passionate, leaving marks in discrete places, hanni biting her lip to suppress her whines.

you whisper into her ear, "turn the volume up."

she nods and reaches for the remote, increasing the sound of the movie on the tv, immediately releasing a small whimper when she feels your thumbs around her nipples. you travel down and undo her shorts with your mouth, sliding both articles of clothing off of her legs.

"we're gonna have to be quick if we don't wanna get caught, okay?" you tell her.

her eyes plead with you to keep going, but she responds anyway, "okay, that's fine. what about you?"

how sweet, always thinking about her gf.

you smile back, pecking her lips, "maybe next time, it is YOUR sleepover after all."

she rolls her eyes and pushes you back, giggling, "stupid."

you return back to before, sliding down her body and pushing her legs apart gently, your hands caressing her thighs. you look up at her for approval and she nods her head at you, anticipating your next move. so you move in, tongue swiping against her puffy pussy. you hear her breath hitch as the wet muscle between hanni's legs twirled and licked at her clit and cunt, clutching your wrists in pleasure.

"does that feel good?" you gasp out against her pussy lips.

"mmf, fuck, yes darling, feels s-so good..." she pants, your tongue going back to work.

she tries to bite down on one of her hands to suppress how good your mouth feels around her, your lips sucking at your clit while your tongue flicks at it, sometimes going and repeating the action to her entrance, your tongue darting inside and massaging inside her walls. but the pleasure was just too much, she couldn't stay quiet.

suddenly, you pull away and pick up her panties from the floor. hanni panics and worries that you stopped because she was being too loud, resulting in you making her get dressed again. but before she could speak up and apologize for her volume, you ball up her underwear and stuff it in her mouth, making her whimper when you do.

you kiss her cheek and look into her eyes, locking your gaze with her wide one, "you need to be quiet for me hon, be a good girl for me."

she gulps and you can see the lump travel down her throat before she nods and grips the material of your clothes on your shoulders. you lower yourself against her entrance before drinking in her essence, coating your tongue and drinking it down. her grip on your clothes tightens and she bites down on her gag, clamping her eyes shut and panting into her underwear.

her hips are moving uncontrollably, her stomach twisting and turning with pleasure at this new feeling. of course she's masturbated before, but she's never felt this good. with you eating her out like a pro below her, she swears she could get addicted to the feeling of your mouth on her. and she feels so warm, you're so gentle with her and treating her with the utmost care, but giving it your all to make sure hanni feels fucking amazing, and she does.

even through the loud movie and her panties in her mouth, muffling her moans, you can hear her tiny whimpers escaping her throat with every stroke of your tongue. the way her hips jolt and her legs shake, her upper half squirming in your hold, you know you're doing good and you smile against her core.

with a final suck of her clit, you feel her body tremble, her back arches into you, and her nails sting as they dig into your shoulders through the material. you open your eyes to look up at your girlfriend as her head is thrown back against the armrest and eyes clamped shut, biting down on her underwear for dear life, you're scared she might hurt herself.

you stop your movements and lick gently against her pussy, helping her ride out the high, pulling away as soon as she jerks from overstimulation. crawling up to face her sweaty forehead and hazy eyes, taking her panties out of her mouth. her mouth hangs open as you feel her hot breath panting against your lips. you kiss her sweetly and smile against her.

"good?" you ask simply.

"really good," hanni replies, her blinks slow as she passes out on the couch.

you melt at how adorable she is, slipping back on her clothes onto her limp sleeping body before finding a blanket and draping it over the both of you, laying your head on her shoulder before drifting to sleep too.

the next morning, you're both awaken to loud groaning. you rub your eyes of exhaustion to find an angry minji.

"god guys, if you're gonna fuck, PLEASSSEEEEE let me NOT be here," she huffs, pouting in her pajamas and plopping down on the other sofa with a bowl of cereal.

"they were fucking? I'm never coming back to this house," haerin echoes in the kitchen while you blush, feeling your gf bury her face into your shoulder.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into her ear, making hanni hit your shoulder.

a/n - I LOVE HANNI SO MUCH MY BABY MY BABY MY GF MY SWEET POOKIE PIE I LOVE HER

[julianalvarez9]

CHANGE YOUR MIND / MASON MOUNT

SUMMARY: You never really liked Mason Mount, even before he came to your club. Turns out, he's a very persuasive man, who will do everything he can to change your mind.

PAIRING: mason mount x ten hag!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: mason is a lovesick fool, use of ten hag as a plot device i'm so sorry

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's been agesssss since i've posted something, so here's this! (something's that's been sitting in my drafts and i didn't dare finish for almost a month!). would reallyyyy love some feedback!

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, resting calmly over the cap of his car, hands hiding inside his pockets. Mason looks straight out of a movie; one where the protagonist is waiting for his lover outside of their home. You try to not think about that, or about the warm feeling in your chest, as you angrily make your way towards him.

Once you reach him, you're ready to voice your concerns about his presence in your parents' home. "What are you doing here?".

The urgency in your voice only made the Englishman grin harder, if that was even possible.

He shrugs, clearly not preoccupied about the matter. "Came to see a friend, offer her a ride to work". You roll your eyes, annoyed, because obviously, this is Mason. This is the same insufferable guy you've got to know for months now, ever since he signed for Manchester United.

By looking at the watch on your wrist, and knowing your dad's entire routine, you know you two are running out of time.  "C'mon, Mount, you need to leave!", you urge, and he tilts his head in confusion. "What? Why?," as if his entire life, at least, sport related, wasn't threatened by the man about to walk out the door.

"Did you hit yourself on the way here? Did you happen to forget who I live with?".

He shrugs, again, claiming "I don't mind". A second after, "he actually likes me. More than you do, at least". It's not the first snarky remark he throws your way, but it's still too early for you to pretend he hasn't got a special capacity for getting under your skin.

"I'd like to see if he continues to like you when he sees you talking to his daughter in his front yard".

You're right about that.

Yeah, Mason is your dad's new shiny toy, awarding him with being a constant feature in the starting eleven in every United game, but you doubt he'd be alright with whatever he's trying to do. After all, he never liked any of your past boyfriends, or friends who he -somehow- recognized as undeserving of his little girl, his only daughter. "I think he will," Mason says confidently, "I'm actually a great son-in-law, you know?".

You swear it is too early in the morning to have rolled your eyes the number of times you have in his presence, during the past three minutes. You ask, hopeful that the sly remark works to get him off your back. "Has being this cocky actually helped you, in some way?".

When his smile falters, you grin. It's probably the first time he doesn't have something, anything, to hit back, and you consider it a win for your side. "It did," he answers truthfully a beat after, and now his smile is bigger than ever. "Look, you're smiling at me".

You try, hard, to stop your cheeks from going red, but the way you can't really hold his stare any longer is a win for him. He basks in this feeling, knowing himself to be able to make you nervous must be a good sign, right?

At least, he hopes so.

"Okay, stop fucking around or you'll be late," you warn, coming close enough to him to push him off the hood of his car, and towards the driver's door. You try to ignore the way your fingers burn after touching him, deciding not to acknowledge the warning signs that something had changed in the past few weeks. You don’t despise him nearly as much, but you’re not keen on the idea of him knowing about it. Yet.

Mason opens the door of his car, and gets in. You nervously watch back, to the entrance door, after seeing what time it is. 9:13 AM. Your father will be out the door, any second now.

You hope that, the next time you look to the street, the car will be gone, and any trace of the Englishman vanished, like a dream. But instead, when you turn again, the tinted window of his car is down, and he's looking mischievously at you. "Already caring for me? that's new, Ten Hag".

"Go away, Mount".

Hearing the door open, just a few seconds after seeing Mason's car disappear from your street, makes your blood turn cold. The piercing question from your father doesn't make things better. "What are you doing over there?". There’s nothing you could possibly say that will convince your father, and saying the truth isn’t a possibility right now; so, instead, you defuse the question. "Nothing, nothing. Are you ready to leave now?".

The way to Trafford Training Centre is quiet. Your father isn't one to talk much normally, but the silence squishes you until you feel like you're holding your breath. He knows, you're sure, and you’re gonna make Mason pay for it. 

That’s it, if you reach the training ground alive.

"You know, I think Mason is a good kid".

The affirmation is nowhere what you had expected your father to say, so you can’t hide the furrowed brows and defensive tone that comes along with it. "We're in first name base already? Wow, that's new".

The car stops in the red light, and your dad takes the time to turn his head in your direction. He sees your fixed gaze ahead, brows still furrowed, and his head tilts in confusion. "And he's trying really hard to get in your good graces".

"That's not true".

A beat.

"I saw him this morning".

After that, you're left waiting; either, for the disapproving voice in his tone, the yelling, or the pointing out reasons why you shouldn’t be this close to a player, much less someone like him. But instead, he’s silent. And somehow, the silence is scarier.

The air feels thick, and it’s scarily similar to how it feels when a storm is brewing. Hot, too heavy, and like the entire sky is about to fall apart. And a few minutes after, with the car finally parked, and the training center standing tall just a few meters ahead, Erik begins to talk.

“I don’t have a problem with it. Whatever it is”. In other circumstances, you’d laugh at the way he signaled with his hand when saying it, almost like dismissing the entire ordeal, as if he still, so many years after introducing other boyfriends in the past few years -not one that’s worth mentioning, though-, refused to acknowledge that his little girl is not so little anymore.

“I know I always said it’s not a good idea. And I still don’t think it is,” he remarks, but holds a finger up before you can’t argue against what he’s saying, “but, as I said, he’s a good kid. And, most importantly, he’s aware that if he breaks your heart, he won’t play anymore, so-”.

The horror in your eyes must be evident, because he starts laughing before you can tell him off because of his antics. “Dad!”.

“So, you can go out with him. Just don't break his heart, yeah?” You can’t even respond because he gets off the car then, taking his things with him before closing the car door. Yes, you come in together, but since you insist on keeping family business out of the club, Erik begins making his way in alone.  “Could really use my star player having a great season".

In the distance, you can see Mason; he’s smiling widely, with a coffee cup in his hand, and standing just by the door. He opens it, to let your dad in, and you shake your head in feign disapproval.  “Right, Mount?,” Erik calls, alluding to his previous statement; the one he can’t possibly have heard, given how far he was when he said the words. Between the three of you, you’re not the only one that knows that it’s a test, so Mason answers accordingly.

“Yes, sir, of course”.

[byizoyas]

DECEMBER 3RD. — heather by conan grey

sfw | gn!reader | unrequited love | angst

‘where is she…’

kaveh couldn’t keep his eyes off the front door of the library while you were both sitting, waiting for the other members of the group to join you.

you were not a huge fan of group works, especially when paired with your friends as you would always find it hard to focus on remaining serious; half of the time ending up chatting instead of doing the work.

and kaveh being in your group this time was definitely not helping.

you were honest with yourself on the feelings you had for him, and despite trying hard to not make it obvious, you sometimes caught yourself staring a bit too hard at his perfect face.

‘seriously, are they all going to be late ?’ he turned to you, asking his question and you only shrugged your shoulders as a response.

‘am i too insufferable to be alone with for you to be so impatient to see the others ?’ you asked, feigning to be hurt.

he let out a cute little laugh, pushing you away softly before holding you into his arms for few seconds. ‘idiot i’m not saying that in that way, i love spending time with you.’

you knew it was friendly coming from him but a part of you couldn’t help but hope for something more.

your mutual friend entered the room as the two of you looked back at the door. ‘finally ! where have you been ?’ kaveh grumbled, arms crossed against his chest when she sat next to him.

‘i bought a few things to eat as we’re working!’ she then turned to you, handing you a little bag with some biscuits you were particularly fond of. ‘are they still your favorite ?’ she asked, a beautiful smile on her glossy lips and you smiled back at her, nodding yes to her question.

‘thank you!’ you said, before your eyes remained fixed on the sweater she was wearing.

you examined it. it was a light beige color, made of the finest cashmere. kaveh had one like that and he never ever shared it to anyone, as he genuinely cared for that clothing.

‘is it.. kaveh’s sweater ?’ you asked, pointing at the clothing.

your friend turned back at kaveh, the two of them sharing a knowing gaze before laughing together, kinda excluding you.

if only you were stupid, perhaps you wouldn’t have asked a question whose answer was about to break your heart.

‘can we tell you something ?’ kaveh asked, whispering as he got closer to you. why was he making such a big deal of this ? what kind of secret was about to be revealed to you ?

‘kaveh and i are together, but no one knows yet ! only you !’ your friend exclaimed proudly.

if you were in a movie, now would probably be the start of a sad piano song. unfortunately you couldn’t even comfort yourself with a piece of music.

you were stuck there. stuck with them who were exposing their genuine happiness to your face. but how could you reproach them when you didn’t even tell anyone about your personal feelings.

‘oh- uh- wow that’s so nice !’ you gulped.

you weren’t one to lie about your true feelings, and you weren’t so good at it either but now that it was threatening to destroy two important friendships you had, you had no other choice but to feign happiness for them.

‘don’t tell the others when they arrive okay ? we wanna keep it a secret for now.’ kaveh started saying ‘but since you are our dearest friend, we can include you in our secret!’

the worst part of that was that you couldn’t even be glad of their trust. you were absolutely incapable of feeling anything positive right now. all you wanted was for your other three friends to arrive quickly for you to stay quiet without being suspicious.

the large smile on his lips faded when he saw your face. it appeared pretty clear that you weren’t happy and he had no idea why. because you were childhood friends and you promised to always be there for each other, didn’t you ?

‘are you okay y/n ?’ kaveh asked, taking your hand in his, genuinely worried about your sudden calm and quiet behavior.

‘yeah i’m super happy for you, just a bit surprised ! but i’m also stressed out about the deadline, does it bother you if i work by myself since the others are not there yet ?’

this, was the very best lie you’ve ever told. kaveh nodded ‘sure, we’ll stop talking to not bother you then!’

‘no need, i’ll go over there.’ you told him.

you got up from your chair, taking your stuff to go work elsewhere, anywhere but with them. she was your friend, yet you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards her.

jealousy surely took a hold of yourself too.

‘they forgot the biscuits !’ your friend told kaveh when you were already too far to hear her.

‘it’s okay, i guess they’re not so hungry today.’

kaveh glanced several times in your direction. he wasn’t sure to understand what was happening to you, but he respected your decision to be alone; despite his desire to spend time with you.

little did he know you not only needed an afternoon away from him to feel better. he was the first man you’ve ever loved, but you were just a really good friend to him.

surely he was gonna be okay, but you wouldn’t.

[agendabymooner]

pride & pettiness || jb22 series (1)

jenson button x ofc (british actress!ofc)

EXTENSION TO THE MR. DARCY TYPE (SMAU)

Summary: Ada James Abbott was an actress first and a writer second, but it seems like meeting a certain Jenson Button added more to her title as she learned to love and list down the most significant moments of her life with him.

OR her book, Mr. Driver, consisted of diary entries and memories that Ada remembered still to this day. These are the contents of the journals.

Content warning: Use of explicit language, Pride & Prejudice references, email exchanges, journal entries + scenarios (per time skip), fluff, yearning, Mr. Darcy & Lizzie Bennet dynamic (with a bit more humour and less aloofness), strangers to situationship to lovers??

Note: I’ve been talking to @daaiissyyyyy about sharing this thing because I have kept it in my drafts for a while. This may not continue or may continue but enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. 2004 In which, Ada and Jenson met for the first time. Also when the British actress found him attractive until he started talking.

JOURNAL ENTRY 1: SILVERSTONE 2004 — MR. HONDA DRIVER IS A HANDSOME GIT

I thought Hugh Dancy was the most attractive and insufferable man to have ever existed. But then my manager generously forced me to attend a race in Silverstone that eventually led me to some man named Jenson Button. He graced the grid with his boyish smile and his trademark charm that made me wonder if girls had ever fallen to their knees to be with him. 

But his charm was arrogance in disguise. Who would have thought that a man so handsome could be stupid enough to downplay a stranger’s ability? Especially if he hadn’t seen enough of what I do? He doesn’t even know who I am and I don’t think that he is ever interested to know— but his jokes said otherwise. The endless flirting wasn’t the only thing that had my face flushing. 

I probably overthink his jokes and had taken it to heart. But I can’t be blamed for that. He’s just attractive and I thought that he had potential. Then again, I shouldn’t expect too much from men. 

SILVERSTONE, ENGLAND

Martin Brundle and his Grid Walk was the best part of the race; each celebrity or guest who graced the race with their presence loved having a conversation with him. 

Ada James Abbott’s experience, however, was something of a memorable one. After all, meeting the most handsome man to have ever existed happened there. Live on the telly with his stupid attractive smile. 

“The movie, King Arthur, is in its first box office week. You happened to play Guinevere,” Martin pointed out, making Ada nod and grin.

She stood next to him with all the smiles that she could offer — just happy to be recognized by someone in this industry of sports. The former driver then continued, “And you’re here in the grid now to spectate and enjoy the race— do tell: why were you not here the last time when the Pirates of the Caribbean movie came out? We were anticipating your appearance as you have obviously played the role of Elizabeth Swann. I was hoping to tell you more about what I thought of it.”

Ada giggled quietly before answering, “The schedule was quite tight during that time with having to go to tours and promote the film and filming other works in progress. We can absolutely discuss what you think but I do not think that it’ll be something that everyone would like to hear about on such a busy day!” 

“Are you a fan of Formula One?” The reporter asked, a glint of curiosity washing through his features as he waited for the British actress to answer. 

Ada then hummed, “It used to be something I watched. My father tried to rope me into watching it with him before, but it seemed to be only effective for my brothers Ralph and Nathan. I would watch at least… a race every month. It’s- yeah- it’s not something I would watch by myself so being here now and watching the real thing is an experience my dad would kill to see firsthand.” 

“And you’ve met the drivers from the team you happened to be a guest in?” 

“I did,” Ada replied with a nod, “David Coulthard, or DC— he insisted that I call him that— is a lovely man. He ran through the basics of his car and obviously had put up with my lack of knowledge in the technical aspects of the race. Kimi Raikkönen is a rather reserved one, and we’d obviously have to work on our relationship because of the lack of communication. Otherwise, it is amazing! I’m quite fortunate to be at the McLaren gar—“

“Would you look at that beauty!” Ada turned towards the direction of the voice and found herself staring at the facial features of the speaker. 

A handsome man, he was. 

“I think that you are speaking about yourself, Jenson,” Martin joked as ‘Jenson’ approached the two, now standing next to Ada as her face flushed red. “That head of yours would make the car lose its balance.” 

“I didn’t say anything about myself,” Jenson scoffed playfully before peering down at Ada with a… smirk.

Ada lost all of her senses as Jenson began to speak, “‘Sides, if anything— this pretty face would make me lose my balance.” 

“I assume that you’ve seen Ada James Abbott before,” Martin piped up, making Ada glance at the man and shift back to look at him.

She wasn’t able to see the handsome man, Jenson, next to her, but she could remember how the upper part of his race suit hung from his waist and how his eyes lingered on her. 

What she wasn’t able to see however was the shaking of his head. Martin then continued to speak, “She’s quite an amazing actress, Jenson.”

“Is she really?” This comment had Ada turning as she looked at Jenson, whose smirk continued to grow while he spoke. “I’d believe any lie that you would tell me, especially if I’m being graced with your beauty.”

“What is that supposed to mean, exactly?” Ada spewed out, slightly baffled as he laughed heartily. 

“I’m just saying,” Jenson winked at her, “I’ll believe it when I see a trophy, darling.” 

With one comment, all the butterflies in her stomach had turned into something more sour. Ada Abbott’s smile turned strained as she only nodded before looking back at Martin Brundle. She wasn’t about to give this man the time of day right now. Perhaps he’d have to either retract his words or at least act like he just insulted her on live television instead of joking around like nothing happened. 

JOURNAL ENTRY 2: EAT YOUR OWN WORDS, MR. HONDA DRIVER.

I just won my third trophy of the year. It’s quite amazing. But there’s something wonderful about making Jenson Button eat his own words. It was probably my pride that asked for his email address but sending him an image felt nothing of malice but satisfaction. God, did it feel so good. 

TO BE CONTINUED

[weaselandfriends]

Don't suppose you've seen Gen Urobuchi's recent movie on Netflix, Bubble? It has a lot of Madoka Magica DNA, because of course it does—but it's surprisingly bloodless for one of his stories. For that reason, I can't imagine you'd like it, but it occurred to me that its premise, with boys surviving out in the world while playing a competitive sport, had very similar vibes to some of the themes you've discussed regarding your upcoming Pokémon fic!

I have not seen Bubble. I'm honestly awful at watching new stuff as it comes out, though like everyone else I am currently watching Frieren (and I saw Oshi no Ko last season).

As far as Urobuchi goes, I've honestly not been too impressed by the rest of his oeuvre. What I've seen includes:

Fate/Zero: Falls off hard in the second half, though the reason for this might have more to do with being a prequel than any particular decisions Urobuchi himself made

Phantom Requiem for the Phantom: Ignore the awesome name, this is so boring, also has a terrible Dice Guy villain (I'll explain what this means); however, the ending (like the last five minutes) is strong

Psycho-Pass: Another outrageous Dice Guy villain, slow start, though it picks up near the end

Saya no Uta: I actually like this, it's good

Now what is a Dice Guy? This is a term I coined when watching the extremely bad anime Akuma no Riddle. In this anime, there is a character who barely ever interacts with the plot, but rather stays in the background, sitting in a shadowy room, from which he ostensibly exerts some puppetmaster-style control over the events unfolding. The show frequently cuts to this character as he monologues to himself about deep-sounding philosophical topics such as the nature of fate and chance, topics he emphasizes by a fixation with a pair of dice he constantly rolls. For instance, at once point he might say something like "Fate is... a roll of the dice," and then roll his dice. (I parodied this specific guy in Cockatiel x Chameleon via the company boss Harper meets near the end of the story.)

Though it's not always dice specifically that the Dice Guy plays with as he rambles about intellectual-sounding topics in the most surface-level ways imaginable, the core conceit is similar, and Urobuchi loves this type of guy to no end. Psycho-Pass's villain, for instance, is constantly monologuing about and quoting literature; Phantom Requiem for the Phantom's villain has a similar fixation with theater, likening the events of the story to performances in a play.

I hate these guys. They're insufferable. And they plague Urobuchi's work. Kyubey would probably have wound up a dice guy if the necessities of Madoka's plot structure didn't leave him only ambiguously villainous for most of the story. He does, after all, fill the role of a shadowy puppetmaster. I'm imagining a world where Kyubey's speech likening magical girls to cattle isn't a one-off moment but the core defining motif of his character, and I shiver.

While a lot of fans in the space attribute Madoka entirely to Urobuchi, I like to point out that Madoka also had an auteur director at the helm with his own distinct creative vision: Akiyuki Shinbo, the mastermind behind everything produced by Studio Shaft. I think Shinbo and Urobuchi both limited some of the other's more indulgent practices, and it is specifically in their collaboration that something as uniquely special as Madoka Magica could come about.

Anyway, I apologize for going on this diatribe/rant, but I feel bad answering a question sent to me with a simple "No," so I gave you this instead. Enjoy?

[school-sanctioned-movie-bullying]

Turning Red Defense Post

It has come to my attention that some people think this blog is just me whining. I can see why those people think that, because it is true. I love to whine, and it is what I am good at. But there comes a time when one must venture out of her comfort zone. 

In this post I am praising Turning Red, a movie that I like very much but that many other people seem to hate. My reasons for this are threefold. For one, I am running out of movies to complain about; two, I really like Turning Red; and three, my professor said I can’t just bitch about movies anymore, so my classic complaining style posts are hence extinct. 

 Before I get into my praise for the film, I want to address the common criticisms I have seen people make of it. I perused the one-star reviews on Google, and the most common complaints seemed to be “it’s cringe-worthy," “the characters were annoying," and “it has inappropriate themes.”

 The reviews that said the movie was cringe-worthy mostly said so because of the main characters. The protagonist of the movie is a thirteen-year-old girl named Meilin Lee, whom many reviews had stated to be very annoying. I don’t know about anyone else, but when I was thirteen years old, I was absolutely insufferable. Cringe would be putting lightly how annoying I was. Comparably, I found Mei to be a sweet, if not dorky, tween with a similarly sympathetically dorky friend group. They were cringeworthy, but so is almost every thirteen-year-old out there, so really, the movie is just realistic. 

Many reviews also found Mei Lin’s mother to be overbearing and weird, which I found to be true as well, but then that was kind of the point. Her mother is not the villain of the story by any means, but she is a flawed character. One of the most touching moments of the movie came in the form of Mei Lin helping her mother overcome those flaws. If her mother had been perfect from the start, we would have missed out on that moment.

Aside from the characters, the negative reviews for this movie took offense to the “inappropriate” themes, namely the fact that periods were brought up and the fact that the protagonist rebels against her parents. The whole concept of Mei turning into a giant red panda is supposed to be a metaphor for puberty and growing up, and as it is such a huge part of puberty for girls, there was a quick mention of periods. This came in a very quick scene where Mei Lin’s mother brought out a stash of pads when she thought her daughter had gotten her period.

It was an extremely brief moment, but evidently, that was long enough to get some people upset. I was personally thrilled to see that periods were being brought up in a normal way, and I think it is a step in the right direction for this movie to have that scene. Some parents want to take the puberty talk at their own pace, but the mention of periods in this movie is brief and vague enough that most parents should be able to sweep it under the rug until they want to discuss it with their children. 

 As for Mei Lin rebelling against her parents, I am truthfully confused as to why this movie specifically is guilty of that message. Plenty of other Disney or Pixar movies have the main characters going against their parents. To name a few: The Little Mermaid, Brave, Mulan, and Pocahontas. I thought that Turning Red handled Mei Lin growing up and learning to be her own person very nicely, while still portraying her overbearing mother as sympathetic.

 I can see why a lot of people don’t like this movie. It was risky, and it certainly was not made to please everyone, but I think much of the hate this movie gets is undeserved. I, and many others, really enjoyed Turning Red. Despite the plethora of negative reviews I read, there were more five-star reviews than one-star reviews by a good amount. 

I do truly understand where the desire to loudly hate a movie comes from; I will crap on The Greatest Showman at any opportunity. But it is necessary to remember that the movies you hate may simply not have been written to please you. There are, for some reason, people out there who really like The Greatest Showman, despite the numerous reasons I have for reviling it. And there are people out there who hate Turning Red, even when I think it was one of the best Pixar movies made in some time.

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Quick little rant y'all can ignore (I just love ranting too much)

Unpopular opinion : it is NOT to be a hipster or to be like "I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS~" but very often either I will hate or just not be interested to watch at all the newest Tumblr fandom. I really feel like a Tumblrite but sometimes it feels like I just can't enjoy or be hyped by whatever the others are hyped with without doing it on purpose, as if we have nearly no common taste. I mean sure we all are unique and loving everything others we do is boring and impossible and would prove the person is shallow and can't be true, but just, absolutely nearly every big Tumblr fanfavorites annoys me

Superwholock ? Sherlock was nice but not THAT nice and the others never interested me. HH/HB ? Loathe the characters and story. Lackadaisy ? Don't understand the hype. Nimona ? Don't care. She-Ra ? Hated it. The Owl House ? Can't stand the posts on my dashboard nor the charadesigns. Centaurworld ? I know it is one of those things that look lame in the trailer but from what I got gets deeper, but I saw it being so much overhyped I can't. Green Eggs and Ham ? Ugh couldn't it have just been the old cartoon ? Arcane ? The more people said it was revolutionary the less I wanted to check it out. SU ? I used to love it but then it betrayed me with how badly written it endes up to be. SVSFOE ? Except one or 2 arcs it was not my type and the ending infuriated me. Ducktales ? Only season 1 was good to me. Miraculous Ladybug ? It broke my heart so fuck you show. Encanto ? "Narcissic families are ok and misunderstood if they are pretty". Wendell and Wild ? The demons did look interesting and I was curious for them but sadly the main character is insufferable and Idgaf she is sad she is still an asshole but gets away with it. Wednesday ? Tim Burton understood NOTHING avout the Addams Family and flanderized Wesnesday. HtTyD ? Should have been a standalone. LOK and to be fair ANYTHING coming after ATLA books comics and upcoming series included ? Burn em to the ground. Rise of the Guardians ? Seriously the animation is gorgeous but you have the blandest plot and characters ever but everybody calls it original and groundbreaking wtf ?! Arlo the gator boy/I Love Arlo ? Ew it looks ugly as fuck and I am VERY wary of titles that self congratulate (coincidently the Lou! franchise became very shitty when it was renamed into I Love Lou Very Much so it ticks me off) makes me wanna do the contrary and hate Arlo. Carmen San Diego ? Didn't care. The Cuphead Show ? Only season 1a is good 1b and 1c are shit but because "gae devil" everybody loves it holy shit the game is better. Frozen 2 ? Admit it, you liked it ONLY because you see Elsa like a lesbian and wanted to go "HAHA GET FUCKED" to Let It Go. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIVE ACTION REMAKES

Some I even actually just didn't dislike it or care at first but it was seeing all the excessive posting and love for it despite 1) not wanting to watch (I love Arlo, never I wanted to kill a gator child so much force of seeing him on my dash) and/or 2) seeing legetimate problems and flaws and yet everybody ignoring it (Encanto, I hated the end but I did like the movie itself but seeing everybody justifying the end made me loathe it) it turns into hate. But some I hate from the start but seeing everybody love it anyway makes me wonder if at that rate the problem is me and I nitpick too much or of course like everyone I just have my own tastes and what pops up on my dash is not a reflect of universal taste ?

But I often call it a curse because everybody seems to have fun and it's as if I am doomed not to like and it looks like what the audience usually loves is just not my type, which sucks because I don't have many people to vent about it, not many people to gush about the obscure things I love because I am cursed to really invest myself in old fandoms I only find about now or stuff that don't even interest much people but fit my specific niche tastes, dashboards flooded with "OMG GUYS WATCH IT IT IS *SO* IMPORTANT AND THE BEST EVER" making me want not to whereas only 3 likes on posts of franchises I love that are barely known or loved... Probably why I have so many obscure fandoms actually. I am SURE it is subconsciously why I wanted to give a chance to Elemental and Avatar 2 since nobody talked about it in good or at all here !

I am not even sure and just like me those who love these franchises and are part of these fandoms must just have their own specific intersts peaked of course and if so it is absolutely alright ! But often I see they all have a pattern and I feel like, like when I ranted in my posg that defends Elemental, that they will love it and adore it just for ONE element not matter the rest hence why they only talk about that one element that irritates me when I am flooded in posts praising it but really it is just that element. "Omg so much representation" ok cool what is the plot "it is a trans allegory" yes but more precise ? "it is so GAY (affectionate) and girl power !!!" yes but ? The characters ? "Oh the characters are minorities some are LGBT half are POC and some even have a disability and they fight heteronormativity and traditional beauty standards" ok ok I GOT it but what are they like as people !?! "there is a canon gay ship in it I love them little blorbos" I DON'T GIVE A SHIT DAMMIT WHAT IS THE PLOT AND HOW ARE THE CHARACTERS "also it has a varied cast and is made by minorities and women !" Ok bye now I won't be able to help but see it being loved only because of those and not for its story and it will make me bitter about it as if there is nothing else but that to defend because it implies the scenario itself isn't that special for people to only talk about the Christmas present package rather than the content

It is very occasional I will actually get curious because it IS my type thanks to Tumblr : WOY, Pinky and the Brain Undertale, Good Omens, TDC : AOR. It needs to strike a sort of special chord in me to go "uh !?! A modern cartoon that feels like an old cartoon with funny designs and animation and funny characters !??! Uh !?! 2 gay mice that were probably not meant to be gay but they accidentally cracked many eggs in their portrayal and to think I was not interestee when I thought Brain was bidimensional and didn't give a shit about Pinky like I thought ??! Uh !?! Fun skeletons and a macho fish woman with cute pixel style !? Uh !?! Angel and demon are friends and were on Earth for years looking for a kid !?! Uh !?! In that prequel it shows one reformed Skeksis being actually good helping Gelfling and in a relationship with his Mystic ??!" And other Tumblr favorites I loved like idk FNAF, MLP FIM, Spiderverse, Puss in Boots 2, The Bad Guys and usually in general most popular big studios block buster animated movies I loved and others did were stuff I found by myself which Tumblr just coincidently did too so it doesn't count. Some I even discover them years later when the hype died down and nobody speaks about it anymore (reinforcing my idea that IS probably wrong that they don't even really love it but just go "OO SHINY" when something is new and pretty) that I can notice and love years later or at least late a franchise, like I don't wait on purpose I just really discover it at this moment or something peaking my interest only happened recently or peaked my attention now

Those aside most of the time I will really not be interested, a third of the time because "I am told to so I don't wanna" and it has to be myself or it will feel like a chore like when I am recommended stuff IRL I will actually postpone even if if I had not been recommended I would have started watching it earlier (I heard from a friend this looks like a symptom in a type of neurodivergence but I AM NOT SURE), a third of the time it really doesn't look or sound like my type of story at all and I keep wondering why there is nothing new for me and why everybody is so hyped by it, and a third I actually give a try and I end up straight up hating it or just finding it meh and overrated. I just need to find my own fandoms myself, even if they are obscure, that spark my interest, hoping they don't become bad in the end (SU, Ducktales, the Cuphead Show, Miraculous Ladybug etc. Sigh) which happened too many times already and makes me even more wary force of experience about what is popular since even when I myself find it becomes shit people still love it. And of course they totally HAVE the right to never would I harrass and police what people have to like and dislike, but it kind of feels lonely at times and sometimes it makes me think if something is wrong with me not to enjoy what seems to be enjoyed by everyone else and if it is my fault ; and thinking that even makes me anxious and guilty feeling like I am ranting for nothing and people will think I am an attention seeker making me even more gjulty and so on which becomes a vicious circle with my anxiety

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Remain Nameless

Part I

Pairing: swordsman!Bucky Barnes x mage!reader

Warnings: darkfic, stalking, descriptive violence, gore, near-death experience, possible noncon/dubcon in the future (but I swear it's not as scary as it sounds)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You could give up literally anything just to see this war-crazed psycho getting hurt, but, perhaps, he isn't crazy as you think, and you aren't the sort of person who enjoys others' pain.

P.S. Yes, I did include quotes from my favorite books/movies 😏

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"Will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?"

You nearly choke on your punch, immediately setting your glass down and turning back with a scowl on your face. There is no way you could forget the voice of your nemesis, this disaster of a human being who should have been banned not just from the magic academy but society as a whole. James goddamn Barnes is standing right behind you in his shiny uniform, thinking you would really dance with this monster in human skin. This day certainly couldn't get any better.

The audacity, you think to yourself, frowning at the sight of his carefully combed hair. Most of the time Barnes looked like he crawled out of a manhole.

"Sorry, not interested." You say, turning back to the table full of delicacies. You try your best to sound neutral despite your blood boiling: this is the last time you have to meet this son of a fish in person, and you don't want to waste your graduation day on bickering. Or murder.

But he doesn't make it any easier for you, frowning too, "Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?"

Oh, he is talking fancy. Pretending to be a gentleman. As if you haven't been watching him being a little more than a war-crazed lunatic for years who was obsessed with winning to the point he was banned from participating in any sword fighting tournaments.

Keep calm, you inhale, feeling your blood pressure rising rapidly. He doesn't deserve your energy.

"For once, a gentleman should not be speaking to a lady's back when asking to dance," you reprimand him, narrowing your eyes. "Moreover, he should, at the very least, offer her his hand. A lady would never consider gentleman to be serious if he cannot follow etiquette."

You are certainly not the one to be bothered by etiquette rules, but God do you want Barnes to go fuck himself. Of all most heartless, insufferable, undignified bastards, he is the worst. You have a hard time understanding how he dared to ask you out for a dance after what he had done to you, but this is James Barnes you are talking about. He has always had an emotinal hide of a rhinoceros.

"I apologize. It was my mistake."

You are dangerously close to breaking the glass you have just picked up.

Shut up. Shutupshutupshutupshutup.

"Will you dance with me if I do it right?"

As you set the glass back to the table, your whole body is trembling with anger so much you have no chance to hide it any longer. No, it was not enough for him to completely ruin your mood by just being in one room with you, he so desperately needs to make you vomit on the floor from his proximity to you. Your insides has already started churning, and you feel familiar pain in the gut as if Barnes just made a hole in you again.

Bastard. It was not enough to challenge a 15-year-old you on the arena during a yearly competition between faculties when you had just made your debut as the most successful mage practicing Bounded Fields, a sort of magic no one considered important unless used in defense. It was not enough Barnes was 2 years older than you, a genius swordsman no one in the academy could surpass, a literal monster who would stop at nothing to win, going around and challenging anyone he considered strong enough to face him. It was not enough the headmaster played in his favor, promising the Bounded Fields faculty an additional building for extracurricular activities - something every looser faculty dreamed of - if you agreed to sparr with Barnes, pressuring you, a literal child, into accepting the offer. Of course, you agreed, not knowing what it meant to fight against the berserker this genius student turned into the moment he stepped on the arena.

Was it not enough he made a hole in you when you were casting a spell that wouldn't even physically hurt him? When you planned to benumb him, he used his magic sword to stab you, a ray of blinding red light piercing through you body and destroying your heart, stomach, liver, pancreas, guts... He took your insides out because he wanted to win against a 15-year-old girl who dared to perform well in her first competition. If not your protection field - it failed miserably, but delayed your death, nonetheless - and the head of the faculty rushing over to preserve what was left of you, you would pretty much cease to exist. All because James Barnes considered you an interesting sparring partner.

Everything was a mess after that: while you were recovering in the hospital wing, the head of Bounded Fields faculty filed a complaint and got a restraining order prohibiting James Buchanan Barnes to participate in any competitions, tournaments, or any other sword-wielding activity except during exams. Half of the university was demanding the headmaster to expel him, but, considering how useful Barnes would be in the employ to the king, higher-ups left him be and paid your family handsomely to cover up the scandal.

He didn't even say he was sorry. In fact, despite everything going on and people turning their backs on him because of this incident, you ceased to exist for him because you were no longer a decent opponent he had thought you were.

Right. Of course. James just forgot who you are. That's why he came to you and asked for a dance. Because he did not remember you were that 15-year-old girl he stabbed in the stomach. Even if these two years after the incident all you did was spending your time studying, surpassing your classmates to the point you were graduating two years early, Barnes had nothing to do with you. He did not know he took all the joy of studying from you, leaving you broken, hurt, and wanting revenge so badly your head was occupied by nothing else. He has no idea everyone is still giving you these pitying looks like you are damaged goods, completely beyond repair.

He just... forgot.

"I will not dance with you even if you are the last man on earth," you spat in his face, furious, your shoulders shaking from all the magma rising inside your chest and ready to spill out on him.

This ridiculous man has the guts to be taken aback by your response, blinking at you, "Why?"

Oh, you so want to let him know. To pierce him through, to cut his limbs with a deadly bounded field you studied just in case you would ever have to face him again. To see his stupid head flying across the ballroom, blood gushing from the wounds and staining polished floors dark red.

Maybe then he would understand how it felt that day.

You are nearly convinced this is the right way, but you will surely cry if Barnes does not disappear from view in a minute, and you better let lamias to eat you alive than allow him see your tears.

"You better go ask someone from your fanclub. I'm sure the ladies would be thrilled."

"But I don't want to dance with any of them. I want to dance with you."

You send him a poisonous smile, "Your loss."

Before you have a chance to say something really nasty, your fists squeezed so hard it hurts, someone brushes past James, and you see Tony Stark, #2 in the list of people hating Barnes' guts till the day they die, "Excuse me."

You are surprised to see the guy nearly as much as James himself.

"Hey baby, do you wanna dance?" He offers you his hand so nonchalantly like he did it a thousand times before, and you accept it the very same moment.

Never in his life did Tony Stark called you pet names, but you understand perfectly well why he does now, and you agree to play along, "Sure! I was getting bored."

He takes you away before the psycho swordsman has a chance to say anything, and you don't think you have ever been that grateful to anyone. Tony is not your knight in shining armor, but his firm grasp steadies you, and you appreciate the warmth of his hands you feel through the fabric of the dress you hate. It makes you calm down, feel safe in his presence as he snatches you away from a man you despise so much everything inside you hurts. You are really, really grateful, you wish to say, but Tony interrupts you.

"The audacity of this bitch," he says, sercetly eyeing Barnes and swirling you around with ease. "He dared to choose you, of all people."

Tony is the second best swordsman in the whole swordsmanship faculty, and it makes him the forever sparring partner of Barnes. Stark has been humiliated time after time, not being able to win since the moment this monster enrolled in the academy, and you heard Tony once had to literally grow back a limb after a sparring because his partner got carried away. Even if you two could not be more different, your hate for James unites you more thank anyone can imagine, and you are very, very thankful for his support.

"Oh, you know why?" You crack a smile, venom lacing your tongue. "He forgot it has been me two year ago. I guess the sight of my guts falling out of my body was not captivating enought for him to remember."

Tony's face distorts in disgust. "What, for real? Fucking sicko."

You bit down on your lower lip not to cry as you look somewhere up, afraid tears will roll down your face in a minute. Tony's grip gets stronger on your waist.

"I hope he dies in a ditch," he whispers you into the ear, bringing you so close you feel the heat emanating from his body, and suddenly everything gets better, even if for a moment.

"Thank you," you whisper back, taking whatever comfort you can find in the embrace of a man you barely know.

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Assertive (2) | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- x Reader (Y/N)

- Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

❪ FEM! ❫ 

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ 

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline.  3.6k words

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A week. It had been a week of dealing with Y/N. She was stubborn, I’d go as far as to say she was impossible some days. I’d managed to get her to let me drive her to and from school a few times, mostly by keeping her a little after class so she would miss the bus, but she would spend the whole ride talking to Max.

Max and Y/N had become insufferably close, so close that Max and Y/N were happily immersed in their conversation and didn’t even notice me waiting so that Y/N and I could go to class together.

I hated how she didn’t pay much attention to me, I was always shut down. She didn't even look at me when I sighed in defeat and walked into the school without her. At least there was the positive that talking to Max meant she was talking, instead of side eying me and waiting for our time together to come to an end.

“Billy!” Tommy shouted as I walked into the classroom, I nodded at him and went to my seat. Tommy pushed off the desk he was leaned against, coming over and talking the empty seat beside me.

Y/N’s seat.

“What have you been doing?” Tommy smiled “Or, who have you been doing?”

I rolled my eyes at his idiotic attempts at conversation, usually it wouldn’t bother me to talk about sex but since I’d been hanging out Y/N, I hadn’t been fooling around.

“Just living” I shrugged.

“Dude, come on. Ive seen you running around with that girl”

“There’s nothing to tell. Y/N is my… friend” It felt odd calling a girl, anyone at all, my friend. But I wanted Tommy to stop bothering me, I’d realised that something Y/N disliked was my temper so I was trying to stay calm.

“You’re friends with a girl?” Tommy scoffed, and I admit I knew it was a wild concept.

Looking at the doorway, I watch as Y/N walks in. The wind had made her hair a little messy, and I couldn’t help the deep feeling of longing. Her eyes land on me and I felt like someone was punching me in the stomach again, I wanted to stroke a hand through her hair in a lazy attempt to tame it as a poorly executed excuse just to touch her.

“Move” I said brashly.

Tommy chuckled awkwardly, forcing our laughter as he looked at me in confusion. “What?”

“You’re in her seat”

Y/N purses her lips as she reaches the table, tightening her grip on her books “Sorry” She sighs. Rocking back and fourth on her heels. She had a bad habit of apologising for things she wasn’t at fault for i’d noticed.

Tommy looks at me one last time before hurrying away, taking his place at his normal table. I look to Y/N as she moves beside me, silently taking her seat.

“Hey” I tuck my lip between my teeth to stop myself from smiling like an idiot at her.

She rolls her eyes and puts her notebook on the table “I saw you less than 3 minutes ago”

I watch as she clicks her pen and starts mindlessly drawing spirals on the lines page, a bored expression already playing on her face. Pay attention to me!

“You have to say ‘hey’ back, it’s considered rude to not reply”

Her eyes immediately met mine, and it was like I could hear the blood pumping through my body. She had her eyebrows furrowed, fist clenching the pen tightly, and just as she opened her mouth to say something the teacher came in and she looked away from me in defeat. What was she planning to say? It’s likely she was going to just tell me off for being an asshole, but maybe I had done it already and she was hopelessly devoted to me.

She probably wanted to spend hours just talking, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. Unwind after a long day or fall asleep in each others arms.

Show me all her favourite books, works of art, and movies that she loves. She’d beg and beg for me to take her back to California so she could see where I grew up, and i’d get to show her how much I used to love surfing.

“Stop looking at me” Y/N frowned. I raised an eyebrow slowly, resting it on the table and waiting for her to give in. She sighed, as if accepting it and allowing a smile to slowly break out of my face “Hey”

Picking up one of her pens, I began twirling it in my hand like a drumstick and looking at what was writhing on the whiteboard at the front of the class. I didn’t really known what we were doing, Y/N always did the work and I wanted to help her but I also enjoyed watching her focus.

Dropping the pen on the desk, already bored of it, I turned my chair to look at her completely. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because”

Waiting, I watched her roll her eyes and I knew she was contemplating if she wanted to make a snide comment or be nice to me. “Same as you, I guess”

“You guess?”

“Music, Billy, I like music.” She waved a hand at me, as if she was shooing me away from her “Don’t bug me about if i prefer… Mötley Crüe to Duran Duran”

I knew for a fact she liked Motley. I’d not only seen her quietly singing along in the car, but i’d also gone passed her window— and by passed I mean, I had started walking to knock on her door but something stopped me and I ended up just slowly backing away until I heard music and noticed her jumping around.

“But you do prefer Motley right? I heard you listening to them the other day” I nod and she once again furrows her eyebrows. Every time she did that I wanted to put my finger between her brows again, I liked the way she went blank for a few seconds when I did that. “You should really close your curtains if you’re going to dance in your bedroom without wanting me to see it”

“Don’t look in my bedroom window, it’s that easy. Freak”

Freak? Me? I let out a low laugh before leaning as close to her as I could, keeping enough distance so that I wouldn’t do anything crazy. “Yeah. Maybe I am a freak, but I think you’d like it”

Her jaw dropped, I studied her face and I could see the cogs turning in her head again. Every thought she thank seemed to be obvious to me somehow. That I was twisting her words. That she kind of liked it.

Before she could say anything, the teacher interrupted. “Billy, Y/N. This is not your lunch break, back to work”

I snatched a piece of paper from Y/N and twisted my seat so I could look like I was hard at work. As soon as she looked away from us I slouched and stopped pretending to write. Drawing random shapes on the page, and sighing aloud to myself. I could see Y/N’s arm in my peripheral vision, and I carefully moved my arm to brush against hers, the slight contact sending a chill up my spine. She didn’t move away and maybe I liked that.

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I tried to catch up with Y/N after class but she was too fast, and I couldn’t manage to squeeze past the crowd of mostly girls that were gathering around me. Word had spread about celibacy and they all wanted to be the one to bring me back to my usual ways.

“Sorry, I really have to go” I forced a fake smile, peeling one of the girls off my arm. She was gripping me like she was a toddler and I was her favourite toy.

I ignored the pleas and whines, no matter how nice it felt to hear those girls screaming my name I had something else on my mind.

Y/N was opening up, she was welcoming the though that I wasn’t as bad as she believed, I just knew it.

Racing to to my car I tapped my foot impatiently as I leaned against the hood and waited for Max.

“Where’s Y/N, I wanted to tell her something” Max frowned, taking her backpack off.

“Caught the bus, let’s go already”

“What did you do?” Max glared at me as we climbed in.

“Nothing” I spoke through gritted teeth “She just didn’t want a ride today.”

Max muttered something but I was too focused on getting back to our house quickly to care if she was insulting me. We had to be back before she was.

I slammed the car door behind me as I got out, adjusting my jacket collar and leaning against the car with my eyes on the street. The bus pulled up a minute later, and I watched as the doors opened, allowing Y/N to step off.

It kind of shocked and amazed me that no one else was running in circles for her, she was the best this town had to offer and I was the only one to notice. That’s good thought, it means I don’t have competition yet.

She fixes the straps of her bag and I excitedly jog down my driveway, trying to act casual and tucking my hands in my pockets as I pass her mailbox.

People on the bus looked out the window and Y/n looked back at them awkwardly. “Yes?”

I let a smirk break out on my face “Got you so worked up you couldn’t spend another minute with me without throwing yourself at me today, didn’t i?”

Why else would she run away after I was a gentleman. Well, as gentlemanly as I could be.

She scoffed an unimpressed look on her face as she stared at me. “Oh of course, i’ve had nothing but you on my mind all day”

“Really?” I tried not to sound to hopeful or excited but I couldn’t help it, I was practically bouncing on my feet.

She groaned “No!” and it felt like a different kind of punch to the gut than I had felt this past week, the others were a ‘good’ punch. Relieving, warming. but this one was like a real punch, it stung.

Y/N turned away, beginning to walk up her driveway towards the house and I recomposed my slightly bruised ego and went after her. She opened the front door and turned to look at me again, pointing her finger at me, only a few inches away, if I ook one step forward we’d be touching.

“Down boy. Sit. Stay.”

I exhaled sharply out my nose. She was treating me like an animal, and I was one, but I was certainly not her pet. “If you’re going to treat me like a dog you could at least call me a good boy”

“You have to be good for that”

“Do I get in trouble if i’m bad?” Leaning my arm on the doorframe, she stared at me for a few seconds and I felt like my mouth had been stuffed with cotton. I had nothing else to say but I wanted to speak again.

After what felt like a month staring at her face she closed the door in my face and I gawked. Only girls fathers had ever done that to me.

I walked across the lawn, stopping on the grass and looking up at the window I knew was to Y/N’s bedroom. I wondered what it looked like inside, you couldn’t see much from down here other than if the light was on or not.

She appeared by the window, tying her hair up with the adorable aggravated look on her face and I smiled, watching her turn to look out the window. Was she going to check if I was out by my car? Did she miss my presence?

Her eyes landed on me and I swallowed hard before lifting my hand to wave at her. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, aggressively pulling her curtains shut and making me laugh.

I sighed, almost laughing to myself in amusement “She’s so cute”

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Waking up on Saturday morning, I was practically up with the sunrise. All my thoughts were about how I couldn’t wait to see Y/N on Monday.

After staring at the ceiling for maybe an hour, I heard the door open and close. Getting up, I peeked out my window and watched my father’s car pull out of the driveway.

Stretching, I went out to the living room. Turning on the television and finding a channel that was just playing music videos. It was only 7 in the morning and I was already lifting weights, this was usually an after school activity to let out any pent up frustrations.

I knew what was getting me so worked up, and she probably wasn’t thinking about me this much. That was truly devastating.

“What are you doing?” Max asked quietly, rubbing her eyes. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it had been a few hours, not minutes like I had thought. My mind wandering had started to become a real issues for me, I lost all sense of time passing when I was focused on girls. Not girls plural, really, just one girl.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I sigh “Whats it look like?”

Max filled herself a glass of water and drank it slowly as I packed my weights away before going to take a shower.

I faced the water, just standing in the shower and thinking. I needed to wash my car but a better user of my time would be ‘studying’ at Y/N’s house, I already knew where she lived and maybe if her family opened the door she’d realise I was amazing when I charmed them. I put my hands in my hair, scrubbing my shampoo and trying to get out as fast as possible.

My hair wasn’t doing what I wanted as I died it, and my clothes felt like they were sitting wrong on my body. It was like the world was against me today and I don’t know why. Not even my cologne seemed to smell the same.

Giving up, I groaned and harshly ran my hand though my hair in one last attempt to make it presentable before exiting my bedroom.

Walking right out the door, I mentally practiced what i’d say. Did she live with her dad? Mum? Both?

Hello Sir/Ma’am, is Y/N here? I was hoping we’d be able to study together for our biology class. Pause for response. I’m Billy, by the way, lovely to meet you.

Is that how people talked, or did that make me sound like I was here to murder her? My usual interactions with others parental figures was the awkward passing when they knew that I was about to have, or just had, sex with their daughter.

I stopped as I got to her front door, taking a deep breath and trying to understand why I was suddenly sweating. Rapping my knuckles on the door, I waited and looked around the street as I heard footsteps approaching.

The door opened and I brought my attention to the girl standing in front of me. Hair unbrushed, toast between her teeth and wearing her pyjamas. The shirt was a little short, revealing her midriff and I tried to not make her think I was looking at her boobs. Looking back at her face, I felt like sighing out loud.

Dark circles under her eyes, cheeks puffy and lips dry. I felt my heartbeat in my ears, every part of my being was telling me to touch her- Kiss her. Even like this she was the prettiest girl i’d seen in a long time and I smirked at the sight of how wide her eyes had gone.

“Good morning” I finally spoke, it felt like I was out of breath just trying to say those 2 words to her.

Reaching forward, I stopped myself from tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and instead grabbed the toast. I took it right from her out of her mouth and took a bite, smiling as she stood and chewed, confused at my actions.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. Somehow I had expected her to be nicer to me on the weekend, as if she’d realise how much she missed me annoying her.

“Is it so strange that I want to spend time with you, gorgeous?” I hadn’t meant to say that aloud but it felt reliving somehow, to tell her how she looked so effortlessly gorgeous.

She crossed her arms across her stomach, hiding her exposed midriff. I hadn’t figured her to be one of those girls that doesn’t like their body, I think it was perfect so why did she hide herself. “Yes, actually”

Taking another bite of toast, I moved off the doorframe I had He took another bite of the toast, pushing off the doorframe I was leaned against and going into her house. “You just wake up?”

There were pictures on their walls, pictures of Y/N growing up peaked my interest. She had the same most adorable smile, less intoxicating when she was young but just as perfect. “You were cute” I smile, thinking of a way to get her to talk to me again “What happened?”

“You can’t just want into my home and tell me I got uglier” She whined, making me shrug and start walking to her lounge room.

“Never said that. Said you were cute, called you gorgeous not even a minute ago. You got hearing issues or something?” I grinned, knowing she couldn’t see the goofy look on my face as I had my back to her.

There was a blanket on the floor, and I put the last bite of toast in my mouth before picking it off the floor. I draped it over the couch before sitting and looking at her television. She hadn’t said anything, there were so many long silences that I now wanted filled, I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Are you going to close the door?” I asked, looking at her. She seemed to snap back to reality and quickly moved to shut the front door before coming to stand in front of the tv. Hands on her hips and glaring at me.

“I’m trying to enjoy my day”

I grinned “You’ll enjoy it more with me” Patting the seat beside me, I hoped she’d take it. “I know it, Y/N”

“You don’t even know me”

I guess not, but I knew that for some reason I liked being around her. I didn’t want to have some one night stand with her where i’d ignore her in the halls, I liked hearing her poor attempts at insults and watching as she worked. “So? I’m trying to”

She stood there, staring at me with a blank expression. A minute passed and I kept waiting, I didn’t mind just admiring her but I was being scared that she was about to combust. Titling my head to the side, I tried to think what could possibly be going on in her head.

“Fine” She says suddenly, pretending to be angry at me and making me smile. Y/N moves, sitting a few inches away from me. “Do you want to just watch a movie?”

She didn’t kick me out! “Let’s play spin the bottle”

Y/N rolls her eyes and purses her lips, I look at her lips and lick my our before meeting her eyes again. Watching her shake her head “There’s only two of us”

“So you’re saying it would be easier if we just made out?” I raised my eyebrow, I was enjoying my time with her a little too much but I couldn’t help it. I put my hand on the back of the couch, like you’d see in a movie when the guy fake yawns just to touch the girl.

“No, i’m saying i’m not playing your games”

I looked at her, giving her a once over quickly before noticing her tightly she was balling her fists now.

“But I know you want to kiss me. I can tell”

“Sure you can” She snarks “How exactly can you 'tell’?”

I slowly begin to lean closer to her, locking eyes with her “It’s in your eyes. Your breathing pattern changes when i get close enough.” I was so close to her face I could feel her breath, and I watched as her eyes darted around the room trying not to meet my gaze. “And I don’t think you noticed, but you’re balling your fists pretty tight”

She took a sharp breath, looking down and carefully releasing her fists. Y/N looked back up at me, this time meeting my eyes and making me feel frozen.

She scoffed, leaning back on the couch. “That’s because i’m annoyed you’re getting in my personal space”

“Okay, and if I do this you’re still annoyed?” I let my heart take over, putting a piece of her hair behind her ear. I let my hand linger near her face, my finger ever so slightly touching her skin as I pulled it back to me.

“Yes”

I knew she was lying, and that made me happy…? Am I meant to like hearing women lie to me about their feelings?

“Uh huh” I nod, sitting back like nothing happened. Hoping she couldn’t hear my heartbeat from how incredibly loud it was being right now. “Got anything else to eat?”

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to be continued… !

tags: @im-julessssss @m-rae23 @moonie-brbs @iamaslutforcoffee @kenny-power @billy-hargroves-wife @maackiimoo @reneetje @tayhar811 @harringtonfan4 @jiiisungpark @untoldshortsofthefandoms @theamunson @softbfbilly @goodiefishhh + i can’t reply to comments sorry

[chronic-boogara]

𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤

part five or maybe six of my woobification of slashers “series”. i’m happy that some of y’all are enjoying this as much as i am. anyways enjoy another lil ficlet with my second fave scream boy

valentine’s day was the most pointless holiday of the year and y/n comes along to change that.

“we should totally cut today dude..i’m so tired of all this “love is in the air bullshit”. it makes me sick to my stomach”. stu said, gagging as a happy couple walked past

billy shut his locker , considering his options for a moment.

on one hand he could skip the day with stu and cause havoc in town with his best friend or he could stay in school and suffer another six hours of the same old shit accompanied by his insufferable peers.

“you gotta point…we can leave through the first floor bathroom window”.

he grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “see you in ten buddy”. and with that he was gone , most likely to go retrieve some hidden liquor or weed.

billy sighed. he really needed to get drunk or high. hell today was a holiday for gods sake,he deserved both. he smiled to himself thinking about all the fun he’d have once he left this prison.

and that’s when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“um..excuse me”..

he was met with probably the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. he’d swear his heart actually stopped beating in his chest. if it were a movie he’d have hearts for eyes or something corny like that.

but this was real life. and he was billy loomis , infamous at his highschool for being a bad ass.

in an attempt to play it cool and act like he wasn’t absolutely awestruck he gave her an uninterested look. “yeah”?

“i don’t think you remember but umm..you beat up that boy who was harassing me and all. it was like a whole year ago now but i..” she trailed off, obviously intimidated by his gaze.

he wasn’t sure how he had forgotten someone so beautiful but he nodded at her. “and youuu…? you don’t have to be shy around me”.

“my name is y/n and well i wanted to properly thank you so i made you a card and got you some roses…your friend stu said you are into dark stuff so it’s all black and grey and white”. she continued, giving him an envelope with his name beautifully written as well as six black roses tied together with a fancy looking bow.

“it’s kinda stupid i know but..ya know it’s just…”. her voice trailed off again and her gaze fell to her feet. “you really saved my life so i wanted to return the favor kinda”.

billy was taken aback. no one had ever done something so kind for him.

“wow..thank you so much”. he eventually said, gripping the roses tightly. if he wasn’t carful he might start to cry. “this was..like super cool of you”.

he felt like a dork but he was at a loss for words.

she looked so happy at these words. her smile lit up the entire hallway. “i’m so relieved you like them. black roses are so hard to find this time of year and making the perfect card took foooorrrreverrr”.

billy started to zone out mesmerized by how pretty this girl really was. he wasn’t sure how he had never noticed her before, honestly he forgot most of the events of the incident she was talking about.

“class is starting soon so i should probably go...don’t be a stranger kay”? she waved goodbye and turned on her heel.

“wait a second”! billy grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards him. unessarily rough as he was he needed to grab her attention.

“today is friday after all..would you maybe want to play hookey for a day ? it’ll just be me and you well and stu but we can ditch him if you want. it’ll be like a valentine’s day hang out sort of”. billy had never sounded so awkward and flustered in his life. how was she doing this to him? was he about to ditch stu for a girl?

“i have classes to go to though. my mother would totally kill me if she found out i skipped the entire day”.

he gave her a pleading look, “just this once..please. i promise it’ll be fun, consider it part of your gift to me”. gesturing towards the items in his hands.

he felt so stupid saying something like that. it sounded as if he was increasingly desperate to get her to stay. which he was but it was not supposed to be this obvious.

with a sigh she nodded. who was she to say no to a cute boy asking to spend time with her on the most romantic day of the year? “you know what..yeah i’ll go with you..i’m sure it’ll be fun”.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Wait have u seen what happens later?! Is it good?

yeah, i did see it, i saw it in theaters yesterday! i went with my mum and we had such a good time!

as for if it's good or not... oh boy. let me start with the disclaimer that i am the judgemental bitch of the universe, i can't turn it off, i am insufferable and i know this. also, i was squinting the whole time because i need new glasses. embarrassing.

SO. there are absolutely good things about it, i would say. there are several scenes that will be sticking like fucking glue in my brain for the indefinite future. the premise is hella cute and the acting was good overall (in my extremely uneducated opinion)... both meg ryan and david duchovny are so ruthlessly endearing it makes me want to actually scream, and together they cooked up a few really magical moments.

when dd's character got tears in his eyes talking about his daughter, i wanted to throw up. never let that man cry in front of me again, i can't take it!!!!!! and any time they spent laughing together was, like, electric to me. meg ryan has such a warmth to her that hasn't faded in her time away from filmmaking, and seeing her again just filled me with good happy feelings. (also, some parts of it gave me the good old au brain itch, which is always a sign i'm invested.)

however, i will also say that the movie is rather long and does occasionally feel long. mostly because the writing isn't, like, spectacular. not bad, just not quite as glittering as i would want for a film with only two actors in it. i don't want to get into the writing too much, because then i will start going on forever, because like i said, i'm insufferable.

also. okay. this is probably such an annoying nitpick, but damn this movie reused a lot of b-roll. like, they recycled this one establishing shot (which reminded me of the shot of the arctic base in the x-files episode 'ice', by the way) what felt like fifteen times. which is a bummer, because they kind of used exterior shots like paragraph breaks. since, you know, there were no other characters to fall back on. that sometimes made the pacing feel weird. it did add to the kind of liminal, claustrophobic vibe of being stuck in an airport with your ex, though.

i read an interview with them about how they didn't have time or budget for doing loads of takes or reshoots, and i think that constraint was both a blessing and a curse. they got a lot of really good, organic moments that felt very alive that way! but there were also moments that didn't quite hit, moments that should have had more time in the editing bay or time to be worked out on set. i also seriously wish someone had punched up the writing a tiny bit more.

on the whole, i would say that it's pretty good. if you go in with hallmark movie expectations, you are sufficiently parasocially attached to the actors, or you just love romcoms, you will probably have an excellent time. if you want to see david duchovny hit a blunt and then choke, like me, you will have an especially excellent time. the characters were flawed and occasionally frustratingly out of touch (on purpose?? i don't know, i am simply too young and silly 😌), but they also had moments of depth and warmth and sincerity.

i liked it, in spite of my rabid need to critique everything on god's green earth. i will probably watch it again not on the big screen and see if i prefer it that way (i suspect i will).

also did i mention they get drunk and flirty. because they get drunk and flirty and it's soooooo damn cute.

[knoxvilleforever]

Jackass Premiere with Johnny Knoxville Headcanons

request: Reader is part of the film crew, media hasn’t really caught on to the reader and Johnny’s relationship yet. While at a movie premiere (really any social event with cameras), the two are seen being really affectionate towards each other, and are questioned about their relationship.

filming jackass wasn’t exactly how you’d expect your career to go

but it meant you got to laugh with your friends everyday

and what’s better than that?

you also met johnny knoxville

and after getting to know each other for a few months

you finally started dating

everyone in the crew were absolutely thrilled

because it was a long time coming

however both you and johnny wanted to keep your relationship private

you didn’t mind your friends knowing, but you wanted the least amount of media involvement as possible

the two of you do well to keep out of the way of the media

you spend a lot of time together on set which is helpful

because there are never prying eyes

some of the other guys laugh at how private the two of you are in the public sphere

but are so comfortable to be around them on set

so they make it their own little joke to snap photos of you

dave is the best at getting really nice pictures

often of you two laughing together, standing in each other’s arms

it’s always chris who takes photos of you making out

or even just the slightest peck

he’s immediately laughing at taking photos of you

one time they get the whole crew in on it

and when you and johnny are having a quiet moment alone

they’re sneaking up on you and filming

even on your own camera.

with a premiere for jackass coming up, you were starting to get nervous

there was a reason you stood behind the camera for a living

because the sheer amount that would be in front of you was unnerving

‘sweetheart, for someone who chose a career with cameras you seem pretty terrified of them.’

‘i don’t know if it’s the cameras. how am i meant to act like i’m not in love with you?’

johnny approaches you and leaves a comforting kiss on the top of your head

‘just act like you. and i’ll be the same lovestruck idiot i always am when you’re around.’

the premiere was chaos

as they always are when it’s a jackass movie

being surrounded by your friends made you a little less anxious

and their endless compliments got you to stop smoothing out your dress in insecurity

you were stood with rick and lance whilst the main cast had a million photos taken

and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous poses they decided on

it was then that jeff started waving the three of you over

and your nerves kicked off again

but they were quelled immediately when that familiar arm wrapped around your waist

and the voice in your ear calmed you down

‘you look so beautiful.’

as you looked up to johnny he was staring down at you, ignoring all the photos that were being taken

all of a sudden the other guys were getting your attention for the group photo

and then you were looking right at the cameras with your head tilted toward johnny’s body

and his hand was resting on your lower hip

when you moved off the carpet a few of the guys were taken down to the interviewers to do some press

so you rejoined your friends who weren’t currently busy

and you ended up listening in on one of johnny’s interviews

of course the rest of the guys couldn’t leave him alone

and were taking turns popping in and out of the interview or screwing around with johnny

johnny turns his head and catches your eye, grinning like a madman when you notices you giggling

‘your cast mates are exactly the same as they are on camera, right?’

the question pulls johnny from his focus on you and he realises he’d been staring for quite some time

‘oh yeah, these guys are insufferable at all times of the day.’

‘and how about your crew? do you share the same camaraderie?’

at the mention of crew his head is turned back to you

you’re still giggling at chris and steve o’s antics

‘our crew are fantastic. they’re pretty much a part of it all, except some of them prefer to stay behind the camera.’

‘are you close with everyone behind the camera?’

‘oh extremely. they can’t get rid of me.’

the sound of johnny’s laugh pulls your attention back over to him

‘you seem to be looking at someone in particular. is there a jackass relationship on the cards?’

‘oh, you got me. steve o and i like to keep quiet on our relationship.’

johnny leaves the interviewer with a wink and makes his way back over to you, his hand instinctually going to your back

‘you okay, sweetheart?’

‘i’m good. how was your interview?’

‘you tell me. i spent half of it staring at you.’

[daisiesonafield-blog]

It’s easy to think every single thing is part of a conspiracy but it’s not usually true. Olivia and Harry are a big tabloid target now, so all the tabloids are going to be coming up with their own angle to get clicks. Every single celeb couple regularly has engagement rumours. US started it and then the even lower level tabloids piled on. DM obviously checked if Harry was confirmed to attend and when he wasn’t, they ran with it. If he doesn’t go, he will look like a dickhead though. He’ll look like he’s abandoning Olivia and also the project. Is she going to sit at the press conference by herself? Just her and Chris? Can’t see the studio loving that. And I feel badly for the crew who worked hard on the project only for its director (and Harry) to make it look asinine.

Hi dear,

Yeah that's pretty much what I meant when I said it's all promo and promo is all lies.

It's clear they're trying to handle this bc they would've been absolutely insufferable with holivia and Olivia inserting herself in every single press piece. But now they've pulled back due to the backlash, and she's not playing the leading role of 'Harry Styles' adoring girlfriend who watches her bf every night on tour' - you know every Harry fan's dream! Anyways, I digress. What I mean is, she would've been on tour with him and doing pap walks, and they would've released even more interviews and articles about her/him/dwd had it not been for the RS backlash. So they're "laying low" until the controversy blows over.

But the point of my post and what I said was pretty much that this is all just bs drama to drum up more press and interest in her and DWD. Ofc some of it is just trashy tabloids jumping on the 'hot topic of the moment', but a lot of it is also what they've pushed to go ahead. Haven't you noticed how in all of this drama there has been very little targeted towards Harry? Nothing about him "cheating with Olivia". They mention it, sure, but they're not making it into a scene. Tabloids would love to use any and all scandals for their own profit, and yet they're not using this. This would make it even more dramatic. And there's no mention of Harry's situation or anything in regards to the drama. Just a ton for Florence, Olivia and Shia. That's in part bc Harry hasn't commented, but also bc they have a tight grip on the narratives they let out there. Harry's image is that of a sweetheart so they can't very well have endless tabloids about him being an outright asshole. And they do control that.

I'm not sure about Daily Mail checking, bc The Hollywood Reporter actually said H was confirmed to attend. So like I said, they're just creating more drama so people tune in to the event and they get more clicks.

Once that's over they'll surely release a new wave of drama until the movie is out. Or use whatever dumb ass arguments come out of Olivia's mouth during her interviews.

I agree H would not look good if he pulled out of the festival last minute. I just worry what they'll do once there. Obviously everyone is expecting him and Olivia to have their big "red carpet couple debut". Hopefully this recent wave of backlash slashed those plans. They should not do that. They should absolutely not have them together and put H with Florence - who plays his character's wife. That's what would make the most sense. Now if Flo is actually backing out of press, then put him with Gemma and Olivia with Chris, bc isn't he her husband in the film? Or am I mixing it up? Whatever. The point is, any sane team would not want on set romances in their movie press tour. It's about the characters not the actors. Except Olivia has made damn well sure this movie is about Olivia Wilde and her life. "The Victory Project" de damned.

--

I don't even know where I'm going with this. Clearly I'm tired. In more ways than one.

All you get is me ranting.

Note: related to this

[grigori77]

So, about Rebel Moon ...

All right, seriously. I'm not going to say there aren't things WRONG with Rebel Moon, Part One: A Child of Fire, because there ARE. It's one of THE least original sci-fi movies I've seen in years, this is one of the most tropey and cliched cfilms I've come across in a good long while, and there are glaring gaps in the character development at times for several of the characters we're supposed to be rooting for which speak volumes about the fact that the choice to have two seperate versions (a PG-13 and a full-blooded R) expressly made right from the start is kind of dumb given how much has clearly been sacrified in the version we're actually getting to see right now.

HOWEVER, this is still a FAR FROM TERRIBLE film in spite of these problems. Not being original doesn't mean it's not still an EXTREMELY well done and HIGHLY rewarding viewing experience, and there's no denying this is EASILY one of the year's most visually stunning films. The world-building is FIRST RATE, TOP TIER stuff, and there's more than enough here that genuinely WORKS to convince me that it's going to be worth my time waiting for the second part in April 2024.

That being said, I don't doubt that, much like with Batman Vs Superman and Justice League before it, this will likely be FAR IMPROVED when we finally get that promised Snyder Director's Cut, and we can only hope and pray that Netflix are not so insufferable as to make us wait for THREE FUCKING MONTHS or more before finally letting us see it.

I have to admit, it DOES put me in a tough spot for my imminent Top 30 rundown for the cinematic year, given that I really DO want to give this a strong recommendation in there, but it looks far more likely that I'll wind up waiting until we get the Snyder Cut, then come back with a more educated, finalised point of view on the COMPLETE package. I guess anyone who regularly follows my rundowns should watch this space for what I ultimately decide.

But there is MORE THAN ENOUGH here to already recommend this for checking out. It's DEFINITELY NOT a masterpiece. Not yet, anyway. But there is definitely THE POSSIBILITY of it being one. It certainly has A LOT of genuinely AWESOME things going for it ...

Anthony Hopkins as the voice of a gentle, troubled pacifist ex-combat droid that's sworn a religious oath to lay down its weapons and kill no more ...

Doona Bae being emotionally wounded and conflicted kicking arse with a pair of sword which are lightsabers in all but name ...

MIchael Huisman being soft and kind and completely adorable. Just that. For the whole movie ...

Ed Skrein being just the perfect kind of fantastic boo hiss psycho arsehole of a villain that I really love to hate ...

Djimon Hounsou. That is all, just Djimon Hounsou ...

Sofie Boutella's Kora being the baddest bitch in the whole galaxy, but in a really complex and fascinating way. She's EASILY the most completely fleshed out character here, and I have NO qlualms about following her into hell after watching this. I am a total SIMP for this kind of strong woman but she really is something genuinely special ...

It's really interesting, the way that Snyder famously intended this to be first his own new chapter in the Star Wars franchise, and then when Lucasfilm rejected it he just went and made his own "original" thing with it instead. Because in the end this is actually not really very Star Wars at all, for me this is MUCH MORE like a far more big budget take on Battle Beyond the Stars with HEAVY portions of both Dune and Warhammer 40,000 mixed in. Which is actually SO MUCH BETTER if I'm honest.

Well, time will tell if the Snyder Cut REALLY delivers on the promise that this initial version hasn't QUITE lived up to yet, and then if, subsequently, Part Two: The Scargiver can stick the landing. Guess we'll find out in 2024 ...

[semifinel]

January - 2023

Games

High on life- not funny, not novel, pretty boring, enjoyable enough to finish once you get around the end but was about so close to dropping it a few hours in.

I don’t know if it makes sense but instead of being subversive it’s superficially subversive. It’s like “look at us we’re doing stuff differently” (this might be a direct quote) for all of like 2 seconds before going back to being the blandest shit I ever played. The 2 seconds aren’t even cool.

Tunic- deserves a game award, made me pull out sticky notes to decipher secrets. But it’s a wonderful game even if you don’t engage with the secrets (but they are amazing and you should). Talked several peoples ear off about it and will maybe do it again. I don’t know if I can add any praise that hasn’t been said before me. This game rocks.

Road 96- I saw a review calling it “it’s as if a taletell game didn’t want to waste your time” and honestly (as a taletell games fan) I see what they mean.

It’s fun, it’s intriguing, having to find a new way to escape each chapter, interacting with the characters and discovering the story that is happening around you- all were interesting.

I liked how locations felt very open sometimes. Some scenes are basically cutscenes where you have very little choice. While other are more open location where you can explore backrooms and get rewarded with resources for your journey.

As a game who prides itself on being on being procedurally generated you’d think it would lend itself for replayability but second time around I was bored going through mostly same scenes as my first playthough. Even with the selecting different options they would mostly got he same way, made me wish there was more option I could do sometimes but it’s a game and can’t let me do everything ever so I don’t blame them for that.

If found- a queer story wonderfully told with an interesting mechanic, beautiful art style and music. I am the target audience for this and I enjoyed it lots.

Story hit me hard, the eraser mechanic surprisingly kept me focused while being just like wonderful way to keep the story moving, especially with how it was used to transition certain scenes.

The credits song slaps hard.

And the Ireland trivia is very cool actually.

Hi Fi rush- for the lack of a better term, it’s so fucking cringe. The most uninspired story and cast, every cliche and trope ever rolled around into one painful story. They try to use like jokes that make no sense and then they are like “isn’t it funny that it doesn’t make sense” - no it’s not

It’s as if they wanted to recreate the feel of Deadpool 2013 game only the main character is the most main insufferable anime boy character also the year is 2023 and nobody told the writers.

They had one good joke and it’s in the trailer and it’s about the writers of the game and not a ingame thing. The trailer starts with *freezeframe* “you gotta be wondering how I got myself here” and it kept going about the same level of humor.

Game mechanics wise it’s actually interesting and even fun! Chaining combos to the rhythm of a beat is actually cool (even if I kinda suck at it). I wish it was in a different game tho. Why can I guess every characters whole deal without hearing them. Why is there a character who’s just a jojo reference and the reference is look he does poses and got Japanese letter floating around? Why is the only time that I felt joy about the story in game is when the main character got hit so he shut the fuck up. At least the naming conventions of chracters is fun. If I could play this game on mute just so I didn’t need to hear the story I would but it’s a rhythm game so :/

Movies

Puss in boots- slaps, watch it

Glass onion- slaps, watch it

Predestination- it was a rewatch and honestly it’s not only fun cause you can see all the hints and joke they drop early before you know the twist that would go over your head. But it’s also fun since I watched it with a bunch of people who never watched it before and seeing them trying to guess what’s going on and then figure it out in real time was a blast. Span off my favorite in joke of the day with that group.

Akira- I can see why it’s a certified classic. I don’t know why there is a man having a asthma attack as a leitmotif in the soundtrack but it slaps.

Disclosure- been told by my friend I should watch it, I watched it, I would have watched it earlier, you should watch it.

Shows

Mob psycho s1- I’m rewatching it (watched season 1 and 2 and want to remember all before I go into season 3) as a watch party with friends and I’m having a blast. Missed my boy my son.

The last of us- so far- I could talk how it reignited my love for it, and how I forgot how cool is the specific way they made zombies, and how much I missed all the creature design. But episode 3 just came out and I’m weak. Good adaptation I was skeptical before it came out (I mean a video game adaptation,, you know how it usually goes down) and also didn’t get why does it need to exist. However good show so far love it love it love it.