The art is lovely and now I'm gonna ramble because that's what I do when I care about something.
For the love of women, please PLEASE can fan artists remember to add muscle to their Shadowhunter ladies? I'll commend Bowater for cleverly giving James that sculpted and lean look without making him a beefcake (nothing against beefcakes, I'd love to hug them), but Cordelia is once again suffering from Arms And Shoulders Too Slender It's Hard To Even Imagine Her Picking Up A Sword. There is some there, yes, but artists shouldn't be afraid of giving particularly Female Main Characters weight and toned muscle. Cordelia is supposed to be nearly the same height as James as far as I can remember, and she's curvy, and full, and she wields a sword like it's second nature to her. Please explain why she looks so tiny in James' lap.
Also I'm pretty sure marriage runes are supposed to go over the heart whenever possible (thinking about Will's parabatai rune being over his heart instead -- he didn't get Tessa to draw over the scar, did he??) and... either I'm looking at the picture wrong or James' rune is not over where his heart should be.
For the matter, where are their other runes and scars?? James' Voyance rune isn't even on his hand. And I'm pretty sure he's right handed. I could have that wrong though.
Another thing: no one can ever decide what Cordelia's hair looks like and it's the funniest thing to me. This is what happens when all you do is vaguely say the colour is like fire but also like rose petals but also a flowing river of those things but also is Red (probably for redhead, but then from there I never understand where the rose petal analogy comes from considering the typical rose is a deep bloody colour -- I do acknowledge the existence of those light orange varieties though which might more closely resemble red hair). In the end, I'm glad readers can infer what they want and imagine the characters how they like.
Anyone else think James looks like he's built like a tennis player? Oddly specific, maybe, but it was a thought I had. Mostly the arms and somewhat narrow body.
James' hair is nice, his eyes are an interesting take on gold in the shadows. Bowater managed to also make him look closely related to his father, so bravo for that.
In the end, the focus is obviously on the marriage runes and not other physical aspects outside of it being clear that this is James and Cordelia. Bowater's style is very beautiful and elegant. Love the way fabric and lighting is done too. I'll add also that it is possible to be a smaller person who is slender but still strong so I mean Cordelia's not necessarily done wrong, I just interpret her appearance differently. Obviously, they're both hot and they're both attractive and I have my qualms with the series, chronicles, and author -- the fandom I am so-so on, though I'm still here, aren't I? And I'm taking the time to ramble about my thoughts on a piece of fanart -- but this is good. Gorgeous, even. Both James and Cordelia are beautiful.
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understand
by keshi
She's waking up from a nap, raising her head from a couch that's too soft to be hers, she notes. She's in an unfamiliar house, but it seems... warm, soft, definitely lived in, the kind of aura that brings to mind wood coloured like her shed back in Ohio, before everything happened; chocolate chip cookies and milk, a hazy, golden-tinted filter like a lullaby cast over it. It's ornamented by things like a piano left open, the page of a score on it lazily flipping as the wind wafts through the house, and there's a shopping list written in loopy, classic handwriting left on the table. It knocks the breath out of her, seeing all these things that seem so achingly ordinary, that it feels like she's slipped into a fever dream, one she'll wake up from any moment.
She turns, and her heart stills so abruptly it scares her, because Steve's on the other side of the couch, his steady presence one she didn't detect- how could she have- ? She'd be dead by now, if it were anyone else, hell, if he'd had other motives.
But those thoughts dissolve away into the back of her mind as they lock eyes, because, who is she kidding, it's Steve, and in this moment, he looks so... serene, that little twinkle in his eye. Like he'd been waiting for her to see it, the hazy glow of a lamp resting on his cheek.
That's all it takes.
There it is again, flooding her chest, again, all warmth and mush and something else that makes her heart hum with satisfaction-- and it's the first time in years, illogical, catastrophic, feeling it before she can even put it into words.
He smiles, like he knows.
He always does.
It's the sort of thing she's never had to communicate to him, because somehow one look at her and he just understands. Pretty laughable, what with all her steel walls and barbed wires, when she just feels like a glass onion whenever it happens. It's probably one of the things she loves the most about him.
Loves about him.
Loves.
She blinks slowly, and it's like a million scenarios flash through the house where they're seated, snatches of toothy grins, a hand brushing away the wetness on her cheek, which should be the first indication it's not real, but she can't stop them coming-- her throwing her head back and laughing as he chases her under some trees, the sun slidding between the leaves dancing on her feet as she runs; little girls scattering flowers on the floor as she walks down the aisle, and he's grinning all the way down the other side; lips locking with his as he grabs her, chuckling, and she almost hears the roar of faceless friends and family in the church pews; holding onto a key together, sweaty fingers hastily unlocking a door and bursting through it when it opens, laughing at the space, the empty floor only boosting her spirits as she starts thinking about furniture; on a street faintly lit by the dingy lampposts that flicker like they're about to fizzle out, and he's got her right hand in his, her other hand over her tummy-- it's subtle, but she's starting to show.
She swallows.
It's weird, the little spark in her chest. Usually it's an ache, one that grows as her eyes fall and she lets the thoughts wither.
Maybe there's something about this place, because the scenes are staying in her head, her chest, swirling around as she blinks. Savouring them as she turns them round and round and round.
It's stupid. It feels like hope.
Suddenly, Steve shakes his head, a little wake-up call, and Natasha snaps out of it too, only just realising her right arm's heavier than normal, bandaged and wrapped. Details of the battle flood back, and the last thing she remembers was the enhanced twin running as she turned, red wisps floating from her fingers.
"We're laying low here. I hope your arm's okay, I tried my best, but clearly, I'm no Dr Cho," he says, eyeing your bandage and grimacing slightly.
Natasha swallows, dry lips parting. "Where are we?" She asks.
"Oh, I..." He rubs the nape of his neck. "My apartment. It was the closest, so..." He shakes his head as he looks around. "It's a mess, nothing much, but... it's home."
"It's nice."
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sorry seeing those letterboxd reviews you reblogged has set me off, listen i have my own issues with the barbie movie purely because i am a Film Dudebro who prefers more “serious” films by nolan, fincher etc and watches french cinema BUT anyone who says the barbie movie is sexist towards men (or even women) either didn’t watch the movie or has a concerning lack of media literacy 😭 like i wasn’t the biggest fan of it but seeing all these cishet men being such crybabies about a movie about a children’s doll makes me wanna become the barbie movie’s number 1 stan LMAO either way it is very funny and i do recommend watching it! you’ll see what i mean when you do
Here's the thing (and I'm not saying this in a particularly pointed way so don't take it as a commentary on you personally at all because it's not), I find the issue with a lot of men - specifically a large number of cishet men - and certain kinds of media that get them frothing at the mouth is that fundamentally they cannot wrap their heads around the concept that sometimes things just aren't made for them. There are movies and shows that are made without their enjoyment ever being considered as a factor or concern. Sure, there can be messages interwoven into these piece meant for men, little nuggets of thought or perspectives to consider etc, but the project itself was not made to cater to them in any way shape or form. And they're so used to everything in the world being made for their personal enjoyment that I actually think they almost take it as an attack when it's not about them.
And they fucking hate that. Usually on a visceral, if not violent, level. Like how dare you??? Hence the "great now I hate women" type comments. Like babygirl I promise you hated women long before this movie. Probably spent your entire life making fun of everything that seems even remotely feminine or women driven. But when faced with something so blatantly not tailored for their enjoyment and their fantasy, their ears start releasing all the noxious gas that takes up the space where their brain should be to make room for even more misogynistic rage at not being king of the center of the fucking universe for 1 hour and 54 min.
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The live action Scooby-Doo movies?
I did not see this ask until RIGHT now (first time on desktop since crab day, second time since Nov 5 2020 [which was DOUBLY experience since I got my phone taken the same day]) so I'm going to assume this ask got eaten on mobile because tumblr, HOWEVER you poked a bear with this ask anon (as I'm sure you knew when asking) SO without further ado: my Scooby Doo live action opinions
So when you say 'live action Scooby-Doo movies' I'm assuming you're talking about the James Gunn films, starting with Scooby-Doo (2002) followed by Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, just due to like, generally popularity and also the fact that I have actually seen those films. However shoot another ask if you wanted me to include Curse of the Lake Monster in this (because I will if anyone cares and turn this into a live-action scooby dissertation, i'd just need to like. watch the movie first) But anyways where I'm going with this is that this post is about the Gunn movies aka the ones with SMG, Freddie Prinze Jr., Linda Cardellini, and ofc our #1 man, Matthew Lilliard.
Okay so my take on these movies is... complicated. I wouldn't say it's as complicated as my feelings towards SDMI, because I watched the live actions way less as a kid and generally care less about them, but still no matter how much shit I throw at these two movies there are parts that I generally like (even love) that stops me from totally condemning them wholesale. Like the fact that these movies are FUNNY! There's so many moments from this duology that are just beyond iconic "like, that's one of my favorite names!" the whole thing with Scooby in the dress at the airport, ET. CETERA (like I can go on!)
The Gunn movies are genuinely SO fun and I can 100% see and understand how they've stood so well in the public view as a representation of Scooby. HOWEVER, this is where you start to see my problems with them. For the general American, (because that is the audience I'm familiar with) ESPECIALLY millennials and younger, who happen to make up the majority of both people on this site AND people I talk about Scooby with in real life, these movies, and the elements they introduced as "quintessential scooby tropes" are the base of their understanding of the Scooby franchise, along with likely some miscellaneous WAY episodes and maybe SDMI.
Which is where I get pissed off. In the pushing of the narrative of "breaking away" from the Scooby norm, Gunn basically invents (aka totally makes up) an idea of what classic era Scooby was like, cementing an idea of classic Scooby into the public mind that is totally disingenuous and just straight up false. For example, in attempting to portray Daphne as having taken strides to be seen more seriously in solving mysteries and defending herself, it pushes the narrative that in the classic era she WASN'T taken seriously, and only existed as a damsel-in-distress prop of a character, which is just not true??? Like yes, Daphne is clumsy, that's a part of her character, and her friends (because, fun fact, the gang ARE friends) joke about it sometimes because that's what friends DO. Framing that in some kind of sexist "that's all she does" lens is just total bull, especially as gang members fall into secret passageways/get lost etc. in WAY ALL THE DAMN TIME because that's how the plot functions! Like are we calling Velma ditzy for losing her glasses every other episode? Of course not, and Fred falls into passageways all the time, not to MENTION Shaggy and Scooby and all they get up to. Also one last thing on the topic of Daphne, like this idea of her mystery solving skills not being respected by the gang is just so supremely bullshit it amazes me sometimes, especially when she was the LEADER (or leader adjacent) through pretty much all of her appearances in the 1980s [Not that James Gunn could look at '80s era Scooby without spitting on it, but I digress]
AND THIS IS JUST DAPHNE! Like the perceptions pushed towards Fred (and Velma, but mostly Fred) through these movies are just as bad! Like okay, with Fred---In these movies Fred is just an asshole. I hate Gunn Movies!Fred. I mean yeah he can be funny but it's almost always so mean! Almost nothing makes me madder than a mean Fred by the way. If he's putting other gang members down (even halfway, like with his whole "dorky chicks like you turn me on too" line, which... ew) then to me something has gone very, very, VERY, wrong in your basic understanding of Frederick Herman Jones as a character. Like he's the cheerleader! He puts himself in between his friends and danger! He loves nets, and traps, and Elvis impressions, and wrestling, and the trapeze, and cars, and most of all he LOVES sharing the things he loves with his friends! (Sometimes to a bit of an extreme. No one wants to hear about your net facts, Fred) And the live action movies just don't understand that at all. And I know there's maybe something to say I suppose in that some of those aspects of his characterization hadn't been "established yet" by the time "Scooby-Doo" came out in 2002. But it's there if you look. For Fred Jones, being the leader means being the caretaker, (he's the Mom friend what can I say) and any version where he's cruel and arrogant and just DOESN'T CARE about his friends in the way he's shown to in the Gunn movies is just so far from Fred to me it's not even funny. And what makes it even worse for me is that this (or at least something similar) is the idea of Fred that has really spread to the popular culture. Just the "leader", the jock that makes the rules, the one that [insert X adaptation here] finally gave a personality and made interesting (something that has been said more times than I can count for pretty much every gang member, save Shaggy and Scooby).
And I haven't even touched on Velma, and how they gave her a bit of a early 2000s smart superiority girl complex against Daphne, plus the whole makeover thing and etc. etc. The Gunn Movies are pretty much what would happen if you took someone who hadn't seen Scooby since they were 7 years old (and honestly had a pretty negative outlook against it then) and tried to "fix" it, only his memory was so bad he just made up problems (and threw in a good helping of early 2000s style sexism with it) convincing pretty much the entirety of the popular culture that said problems exist and that Gunn was absolutely brilliant for fixing them (and then bringing up said "problems" whenever anyone wants to talk about Scooby) and this entire rant has been without even fucking MENTIONING what is probably the reason you, anonymous tumblr user sent this ask in the first place, to I, Swishy "Scrappy Doo Redemption Arc" Broke-on-books (dot tumblr dot com), which is his HIGHLY SUCESSFUL and utterly sadistic character assassination of my number one man, Scrappy Doo.
And I am going to try my damnedest here not to get totally into my highly passionate opinions over what James Gunn did to Scrappy in the first of his Scooby movies and how thoroughly it has pissed me the fuck off because I have been writing this post for over an hour now and if we start to really get into my feelings on this topic it will certainly be a couple of hours more but like. That Fucking Bitch. I give James Gunn personally a solid eighty-five percent of the blame for making my life as a Scrappy Doo fan UTTERLY unbearable with this stupid fucking movie alone, and just his Scrappy crimes would honestly be enough for me to say that I hate this movie, not even considering the numerous Scooby crimes I've been talking about here for the past million paragraphs, but the part about this movie that makes me the MOST mad the most pissed off is that it's actually a good fucking movie. James Gunn wrote two hilarious and entertaining movies that have become beloved in the popular culture for their successes in that arena, while at the same time pissing all over the core themes and messages of the franchise of which it was based, that of friendship.
TLDR; The Live Action Scooby Doo movies (written by James Gunn) are highly entertaining and fun pieces of media to watch, and are widely loved by the general public and looked at with fondness and nostalgia because of that. However, as a hardcore Scooby Doo fan (writing that phrase sounds so ridiculous but oh well) the existence of these movies and their impact on the popular culture can be extremely frustrating (despite any personal nostalgia said fan may have) due to their spreading of a misinformed picture of what "typical Scooby Doo" looks like. This picture is especially frustrating due to the fabrication or exaggeration of problems present in classic Scooby (such as sexism in regards to the girls), as well as giving more ammunition to other problems in Scooby fandom (such as oversexualization, and sexualization in general, which no one wants to see in regards to their children's cartoons, like HONESTLY.) Discussions of sexism and sexualization in Scooby (both of which ARE present and are issues, although not at their worst in WAY) can often lead to an overlooking of the issues that are very present and clear in WAY and have continued since then with far too little resistance (I'm 100% talking about the racism here) HOWEVER that topic deserves at least a dozen posts of its own that I am no way informed or qualified enough to even begin to think about writing. The Gunn Movies are frustrating to many longtime Scooby fans because of these reasons, but for me, and fellow Scrappy Doo fans there is also the added aspect of the demonization of Scrappy Doo in the live action movies and the affects that has had on the popular culture as well, making it uniquely inhospitable to like or enjoy the character of Scrappy. End post.
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel Noir, Spider-Man (Comicverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jean DeWolfe & Peter Parker, Jean DeWolfe & Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir
Characters: Jean DeWolfe, Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir, Peter Parker
Jean DeWolfe has seen lots of things within his job. Many mysteries, many disgusting things (Octavius comes to mind), many fights, and certainly rarely anything nice.
Somehow, the weirdest thing turns out to be a random Bugle reporter.
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Last chapter, dearies!! I am So Excited, holy shit. This +1 chapter from Peter’s perspective, wich was surprisingly hard to write after only ever writing Jean for weeks, but it’s a good end I think.
Well, for this fic. There’s gonna be **more**. I’m going wild with headcanons here, though, so warning for some casual homophobia :)
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