#best costume in OT too

[hauntedkingdomprincess]

[fictiontbh]

Do you have any Spring Bonnie centered headcanons or anything like that aswell? 👀

<Incorrect-fnaf-quotes, but it’s a sideblog, so I can’t ask from there

AAA SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING SUPER EARLY TO ANSWERR I WAS SLEEPING?? I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS TOO BTW!! SENTIENT ANIMATRONJCS AUS ARE MY FAVE

Ive been in the fnaf fandom for a WHILE so ive had TONS and TONS of headcanons over the years, ever since fnaf 1, before the lore became SO UNBEARABLE (hah... springbonnie would make that joke.)

Anyways.. onto headcanons:

I have a LOT of headcanons on Springbonnies eyes. Especially since i have an AU where they are possesed by both William Afton AND an oc of mine!

Though, lets start with BEFORE the murders, instead on how his own suit works!!

Springbonnie has a weird eye function, a strange mechanic inside his eyes.

You see how springtrao has these clear plastic bulbs covering the outer layer of his eyes? Outlining where springbonnies more robotic and less alive eyes would usually stare? I like to imagine that its a mechanic that they have when NOT being used as a costume! Perhaps its a way to make springbonnie and its (I like to assume) Accidental AI to focus on children. Just something to keep it able to focus. Kinda like an adhd medication but for a robot to be able to NOT look around and get distracted. I like to assume they have something like that due to morbid curiosity. When used as a costume i like to think that springbonnies conciousness sort of.. not exactly VANISHES but isnt quite as STRONG, so those little like... glasses almost, arent needed cause humans are kinda better at staying focused than a curious bunny robot with adhd somehow programmed into their conciousness. Though these stay of springtrap because Springbonnie was sort of left to just rot and malfuction and grow obsolete for around 30 years before Afton came and decided to force himself in such a broken suit (while it was wet too, seriously afton, whats wrong with you?) So it wasnt able to turn them up while being worn.

I also like to think springbonnies eyes change COLOUR to match the person wearing their costume, as best as they can atleast, maybe with a tiny tiny tint of green? Buts till otherwise the same.. Brown eyes makes their green eyes brown, blue makes them blue, grey goes grey, etc etc. It follows EVERY eye colour. Which is why I like to headcanon william as having GREY eyes instead of a dull light blue (even though it IS canon in silver eyes. Tbf tho i also headcanon afton to still have his little manbun/ponytail even when the silver eyes made him NOT have that.) I like to make Springbonnie STILL able to stay alive ish kinda even after the springlocking, thought i like to imagine they cant really front much. And when they finally can it works alot like DID (Dissasociative Identity Disorder) where they will forget what happened during the times they WERENT concious. I dont like writing springbonnie alot because i havent done nearly enough research on DID but i sure would like to add it to him just because... I like leatning how to write and understand different disorders. Especially with my favourite characters!

I have a certain colour code to springtraps eyes for who is who, since again.. OC au.

Obviously, grey is most common, with william always being present.

Blue will be also common. Due to ot being the soul of my OC who happens to be very... stubborn. Not exactly vengeful but he HOLDS GRUDGES. He loves holding onto things that hurt him. Hes like the opposite of that one meme.

He would truly just stare at you. Enraged. How could you say that to him??

Along with the changing eye colour headcanon... I like to imagine they can have both eyes different colours as well, because

1) heterochromia exists, they need to be able to mimic that!

2) it shows who is fronting out of the 3 of them!

This is the chart for how it should work really

Left is for who is FRONTING! right is for who is technically just watching over. They both have equal contribution, but not exactly the same roles.

It will be the same as above even if all are able to have concious at the same time, just with whoever isnt fronting or watching just having their colour around there the pupil is.

Im not sure wether youve noticed yet or not, BUT! I also headcanon Springbonnie as being nonbinary!

Throughout most of this i tried my hardest to use they/them on springbonnie BUUUTTT sometimes Afton or my OC got in my head and i used he/him.

I like to imagine that nobodu decided to give the animatronics any actual pronouns oyher than It/its BUT in those old AUs people made where all the animatronics knew eachother and even all shared a restaurant, i like to imagine Springbonnie would ALWAYS be refered to with they/them because... it would be all they respond to. Not really seeing themself as a boy/girl animatronic because... to them they are just that. An animatronic. And it goes with them everywhere. Every animatronic to them is they/them and It/its. They cant really differentiate between human and animatronic but they most definitely are more human, even if they are kinda restricted by.. being an animatronic. They act very human like.

I do like to have the same headcanon with fredbear as well, though he will respond to anything. She/he/they/it... they respond! Though i personally use he/they on fredbear cause it feels fitting.

I also like to headcanon, in my au that both springbonnie and Shadow Bonnie are the same! Eventually, after the afton springlocking, both springbonnie and my oc's conciousness will split from Springtrap, sometime, and go on to form shadow Bonnie, which is entirely just a physical form of their emotions over aftons actions, so not much like them, but still them. You get me?

Speaking of them basically being the same, i like to imagine the shadow animatronics are also able to ONLY move through walls, project on walls and can morph other shadows as well, sometimes even replacing them with themselves. i like having the headcanon of the shadows going by whatever pronouns, though it still fluctuates.

Projecting on a wall or not using anothers shadow as their own? It/its.

Switching with somebody elses shadow? Copies whoevers shadows they are using's pronouns.

Though this can still fluctuate with he/him for shadow Freddy and he/they with shadow Bonnie because of who they are made of (cc, Jake, and springbonnie.)

Plus! I like to imagine springbonnie was modeled to be what the kagamines are to fredbear. Yk. Like a sibling, lover, or a mirror image! I personally like headcanoning sprinbonnie and fredbear definitely being a ship, but it changes a lot depending on the AU of mine. Sometimes its found family dynamic with the golds, sometimes they just dont have any relation other than William's and Fredbears Fursonas (as therefor friends cause I dont ship willry)

Springbonnie is one of my faves aside from CC and Plushtrap, who i also headcanon being super best friends with springbonnie!! So im glad I got this ask!! Tysvm @incorrect-fnaf-quotes!!! V sillay...

And heres some art of them just for you!

TYSVM FOR THE ASK AGAIN!! I LOVED ANSWERING IT AND THE ART GIFT FOR YOU SPENT FOREVER BUT I FEEL LINDA PROUD ISH?? NOT V GOOD BUT STILL FOR YOU <3<3!!!!

[sensei-venus]

Thinking about moon and Yasmine helping virgin!reader who is sexually frustrated and shy about it, so they decide to take care of her 👀

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (Support Me Links🌺)(Virgin!Reader, First Time, Sex Toys, Starp-on, WlW, Penetration Sex.) ( @gemini-sensei )

When Moon and Yasmin first met Reader they knew she was a bit different. She was definitely shy and a bit introverted, but liked hanging out with them in more open and crowded places. As long as she was with them she was fine. She always tried to stick as close as possible when it came to being around strangers for too long. She didn't act very innocent, she still made the occasional dirty joke every now and then.

She’s on the chubby side and because of that she was a bit more reserved. It wasn’t until Moon encouraged her to try new things, like new flasher clothes and new makeup styles that she started changing a bit more. She was still shy but she was learning that she could do and like things people told her she couldn’t.

They found it adorable to watch their friend grow every day with their friendly help.

But when they found out something they shouldn’t have been so shocked about.

They knew they had to help her.

“I-I never bought one of these before- I don’t even know how to use it. I don’t know if this is a good idea or not. I can….just try other things like you know, my hands maybe?” Reader shrugs.

Her eyes stare at the wand Moon was holding, her cheeks flushed as she tightly pushes her legs and body together as she stands there. Moon blinks and looks at Yasmine with a questioning look. Her brow raised as she looked at the blond girl. The pretty pink and white wand still in her hand as she waves it around.

“Hey it’s ok, it’s just a fun toy you know? It’s ok to be nervous- what do you uselessly use then?” Moon questions the chubby girl.

Their trip to the mall wasn’t going as fun as she though it was going to be. Reader wish she had never gone into the stupid joke/sex shop in the back of the mall. She couldn’t believe she let the two pretty girls drag her into the more sexual part of the store with all the sex toys and costumes.

“I-don’t use anything like that….I don’t really play with myself to be honest…”

“But it’s fun, it’s like a stress reliever!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s super healthy to play with yourself. It helps relieve stress and anxiety. It’s super natural to do it!”

“Oh…”

Reader played with her fingers as she tried to play off her own embarrassment. She wasn’t going to tell two of the prettiest girls from school, even if they where her friends, and she may have had a small crush on the two of them, that she was to nervous to try and play with herself.

She definitely wasn’t going to tell them that she was a virgin too, but she felt like they could guess she was by now. She felt her face heat up even more as the seconds went by. Yasmine tugged her away and into another part of the store. Trying to destruct her from her own thoughts. She pulled her over to the other side of the store that had t-shirts, pointing to some cute ones she thought Reader might like. Reader smiled and looked at some of the t-shirts she was pointing at.

The whole time she never noticed that Moon was over at the register buying the cute toy.

After the trip to the mall the girls decided to go back to Yasmine’s house. Her parents were gone for the week at a gala event. It would leave the empty house all to itself. All three girls where happy with the turn of events as they drove back to her place.

They dumped all of their stuff from the mall into a corner of Yasmine’s room. They quickly went through all of it and showed off what they got. Reader was happy with the new shirts she got and some of the new accessories she bought. Yasmine showed off the new shoes she picked up along with a few new purses. Moon was happy with the crystal book she bought and some new earrings.

She saved the best for last as she pouted over at Yasmine, she couldn’t help but smirk and giggle as the other girl caught on to her little game. Reader wasn’t really paying attention at that moment. She probably should have been because a moment later Yasmine was helping to lift her off the floor and pushing her onto the her bed. Reader blinked up at the blond, wondering what was wrong. Why did she push her like that?

She also didn’t understand why she was smirking at her either.

Yasmine climbed onto the bed and sat down next to her. She smiled and giggled at the face Reader made. She looked back over at Moon who was now standing up on the other side of the room.

She was smiling, with just a hint of a smirk playing on the corners of her lips. Her eyes twinkle as she wiggled the plastic bag from the mall.

The one from the joke/sex shops place.

“Did I do someone wrong or-“

Yasmine smiled down at her, suddenly the girl was a bit to close. The plump girl could feel the other girls hot breath on her cheek, she could smell the strawberry lipgloss that was still on her lips from earlier that day. She let out a shaking breath as the girl smirked at her.

“Reader have you ever actually played with yourself before? Me and Moon know your a virgin, you reek of of.”

Reader frowned. She knew she probably shouldn’t have trusted them. She should have lied about everything, put up a front, and acted like she did have sex before. Maybe she should have made up a lie about a boyfriend from another school or a past relationship or something. Now they where going to make fun of her for being a virgin AND not playing with stupid sex toys. Man, she was stupid.

“Of course it’s just I never really wanted- I never wanted- I don’t know ok!” She felt her face heat up and her blush crosses her face.

“Hey you didn’t do anything wrong- me and Moon just want to help, maybe we could help you out, make you feel better.” Yasmine smiles and looks from Reader to Moon. Reader sighs softly and looks over at Moon, her eyes widening as she looks at Moon head-on.

She had opened the bag and opened the plastic of a brand-new wand. It was shiny and big in Moon's petite hand. She smiled and giggled at Reader's reaction. The girl's face went hot as she looked at the toy in her friend's hand.

“Don't worry we are going to make you feel really good, promise!” Yasmine says next to her ear. Reader is frozen on the bed as Yasmine starts messing with her. Her hands run over Reader's tits and down her soft belly. She's smirking the whole time, she tugs on the girls skirt and gets it down and off. She tosses it onto the floor along with the girl's shirt and just leaves her in her underwear. Reader feel a bit embarrassed. She's only wearing a matching pink bra and pantie set.

Yasmine’s fingers slowly move over her skin as she plays with the elastic of her panties. They slowly move keeping a hand over her mound as they enter and it makes the girl jerk up at the movement.

No one had ever touched her like that, it was all so new.

Moon left for a brief moment and came back with a pink and purple box. She came over to the bed and sat it down on the sheets. She opened it and pulled out two things that made Reader lock up and her eyes go wide again.

It was a purple harness and a pink strap-on.

“I knew the wand reminded me of something! This bad boy right here, me and Yasmine use it all the time. It’s the perfect size for you, I’m going to split that pussy wide open with this big boy.” She smiled as if none of her words were supposed to be anything other than harmless.

She quickly shead her clothes making Reader try and look away. She didn’t think the girl would start stripping right in front of her like that. Slowly Yasmine jerked her head back to make her watch Moon undress. All she could do was watch the tanned girl drop her clothes to the floor. She stood back up, completely nude. Her breasts where perky and her nipples starting to harden. Her pussy wasn’t completely shaved but trimmed nicely, Reader couldn’t help but ogle just a little bit. The style suited her.

Yasime sat back for a moment and removed some of her own clothes, tossing them behind her on the bed. Her own tits dug into Reader's back as she scooted to sit behind her once again.

Moon put the harness on and inserted the fake dick into the small ring hole in the front. It fit nicely a snugly in its new spot and hung between her legs. Her eyes sparkle as she grabs a bottle of lube from the box. She gradually gets on the bed and sits between Reader’s parted legs.

She held the wand in one hand and with the other free hand she spread the girl's lower lips. Her folds were already starting to get damp with the new attention. Moon swirled her fingertips through the girl's new leaking juices, she watched as her hole winked and shutters under her attention. She smiled as her fingers danced over her fat clit and down to her hole. Her fingers dipped into the heat of her tight cunt for a brief moment.

Reader jerked back into Yasmine and her whole body shutters. Her breathing flutters at the new sensation, for a moment she holds her breath as Moon plays with her. She can't believe how nice Moon’s fingers feel inside of her. It's weird but nice.

Moon takes her fingers out and licks them clean, moaning around the digits. A second later she is flipping the switch on the wand and it whirled to life in her hand.

Readers eyes widen when Moon places the wand straight onto her pussy. It's cold and hard against her folds and drags over her needy clit. She tries to pull back but it's fruitless as Yasmine keeps her still and pushes her forward onto the toy. She shutters as the toy vibrates directly on her clit and she's knows her pussy is drooling now. She can feel how her wet she's getting and how it's splattering out because of the vibrations of the wand. She feels it hit her thighs.

“So good, see we told you it would feel good. Now, let's pop that cherry, it's going to feel amazing once I get my strap inside that pussy.” Moon says with a big grin. Yasmine starts playing with the girl's tits from behind, fondling her big breasts. She pinches and pulls at her nipples. It only makes her loader as the wand works her from below.

Moon slowly maneuvers the fake cock to tap against her drooling hole. She lines it up perfectly with the winking entrance. The brunette girl bites her lip as she starts to push her strap into the chubby girl. The tip slowly pushes in and pops though the tight muscles of her entrance. Reader covers her mouth as her eyes roll.

“There you go~”

“I can't believe you have never done this before, its like your fat pussy was built for taking a nice big strap. Look at it just slip right in!”

The two girls praise her as the strap goes deeper.

Her juices are flowing as Moon keeps pushing in the new toy. The stretch is nice and hard and it makes Reader go boneless against Yasmine. She slumped back and laid out on top of Yasmine who happily let her relax. Her eyes slip as she lets the girl work her over. Her thighs start shaking as Moon finally bottoms out and softly ruts again her. Their soft skin slide together as their hips finally meet.

“See it's not that bad, just lay back and let us take care of you.”

Yasmine smirks with lust-filled eyes as she swoops down and starts licking and sucking at her tits. Her tongue lavishes Reader’s hard nipple. She blinks up at the moaning girl as she sucks her nipple into her hot mouth.

Moon slowly started to work her fake cock in and out of Reader’s tight hole. Her hips jerked as she almost pulled completely out but slid right back in.

Between the sound of Reader’s loud moans and wet skin meeting skin they could barely hear anything else. Both of their juices flowed together and made a mess between them. Moon moans as the fake cock brushes over her needy clit. It's swollen and rubs right against the base of the strap. The harness dug into her skin.

Yasmine is using both hands to hold Reader’s big tits. She shakes them and jiggles the flesh. She switches nipples and pops off them loudly. Spit ran down the girl's chest. It dribbles done her tits and pools on one of her rolls. Moons thrusts making her squish up. Her tough swirls around each bud before sucking them hard.

Moon starts to loss control as she listens to the new sounds the girl under her makes. The pretty whimpers and moans. She watched as the girls eyes fluttered and started to roll back into her skull. Her voice growing higher by the second.

Moon pounds away at her wet cunt. It sucks her cock in and starts cheach onto the cock. Her grip so hard they it threatens to keep the fat dick inside. Her pussy holding it hostage in a tight vice. Moon’s hips pull back harder to get the toy to move out of her. She's panting out as the minutes tick by, one hand pushing the girls fat thigh up into her belly while the other circles her clit with the wand.

Moon shoves the hard toy as far as she can not the girl. She grinds against the poor girl's cervix.

“Come on and cream on my strap! Make a mess on my dick! Cum cum cum!!”

Reader screams and her eyes cross as her pussy explodes. Her walls clench around the strap, her walls trying to milk it. A hot gush of liquid leaves her battered raw pussy. It slashes and sputters out of her occupied hole.

Moon franticly uses the wand all over her pussy and directly onto her clit. She pushed the warm wet plastic into her clit. Her hips jerk but Moon stays buried inside of her.

Once the girl calms down, Yasmine pulls off of her and looks at Moon’s handy work. She grins at the girl's puffy and soaked folds.

Moon slowly starts to pull out but it's a bit hard as Reader still clenches around the strap. Finally she works it out with a sharp pop. Her pussy is flushed and raw, her hole is gaping with no sign of closing any time soon.

Moon smiles saying as she turns off the wand and throws it on the bed.

“See wasn't that fun? I think we should do this more often. I think me and Yasmine need to teach you some things so you can have some fun. So we can have some fun~”

[septicwriters]

Well! 3 days, and 25 pages later, may I present, my short, (not so short) story!:

Break on Through To The Other Side

Every 70 years, portals open and create crossovers across the universe. As many as 100 of these portals could appear, to less then 1. They can show up anywhere at any time, the only sure this is they occur. And unfortunately, this occurrence happened rifhr under someone's nose.

"Marv, what the fuck are you doing?" Chase asked, sipping some coffee. Marvin had his tongue out in concentration, dousing rods in his hands.

"There's a magical anomaly going on today, and I'm gonna find it before it happens." Chase raised a brow.

"Okay, but why are you in the house instead of going out into the city?" Marvin smirked as his rods got closer.

"Because I'm right on top of it!" Marvin ran up the stairs and slowed walking down the hallway. The rods continued to get closer to eachother as he walked before they completely crossed.

"Yes!" He busted down the door with a smile. Sadly, the smile fell immediately as he realized whose room it was.

"Anti!" The demon looked up from his phone with a confused sneer.

"Wḩ͞a̶̷͞t͟͏͠?" Marvin groaned in frustration.

"Your demonic aura is fucking with my dousing rods! Ugh! I'm going out!" Marbin slammed the door, leaving Anti very confused.

"Ú̧͞h̷̡͝,̢ ̡҉͞so̢r͠͠ry̷̢͜?" Anti shook his head and got comfortable on his bed, continuing to scroll on his phone. Next thing he knew, he was falling.

"F̢uck̨͜!" Anti hissed as he landed on hard concrete, looking around before freezing.

"W̸͏h͝e͏̢ŗ̶̶e̴̢ ̛í̧̛n͘͞͏ t̢h̡̢͟é̛҉ ̵̢͢nì̧͢ne̴ ͢͡h̵̵͝e̶͟l̸̢͡l҉s̡҉?"

"Pride." Anti jumped and looked up to see... a demon?

"What?" Anti grunted as he rose from the ground. The demon rolled their eyes.

"You're in the pride circle, that's what you asked, isn't it?" Anti liked in confusin for a moment be shaking his head.

"Ù̕ḩ, ҉yeah͞,̡ t̢̢h̛́á̸̡nḱ͞s, ̴d̸̡èm̢̧o҉҉n-̀͠͞I͏͏-̕͝d̷̀͟on̶͠'͝t́-͜r͟eço͜g̸͜҉n͘͡͡i̡͏z͝͡e̕͜." They suddenly got very angry.

"I'm an imp!" Next thing he knew, he had a gun to his face, flattening him on his back. It took a minute, but he rose with a flaring migraine.

"So̡n̴̴͘ ͏of ҉a̛͘-" Anti smacked the back of his head until the bullet came out and sighed.

"W͟͏h̷at͠ ̷̢t҉̛́h́ȩ̨̛ ͘͏f̀͠u͟c͢҉k̷͡ ͢͏̶í͜͢s҉̀̀ ̡͘͠ą́͡n̨͟͝ ͏i̕͞m̸p?" He stood and dusted himself off before looking around. He did his best to take in the scene that was being thrown at him.

"D̶̢́em͏̵ǫ̴̕ņ,͘͟ ̴҉͜d͜͢͏o̕g p̡͢͡é̛͞o̡͢ṕ͟͝l͘͟e̕, ͟an̷̢͟d͡ '̢̕͝imp҉ś̛' ̨̛͞apṕ̷͠ar̡̢͢e͝ǹt̶̢͡ly̶̶͜.̧͟ W̵̧͡h̵̨y҉̀͡ n̴̢̕oţ̀͘?" He started to walk, looking at the demolished and smoldering buildings. Ot was chaos, he shivered, reminded him of- of...

"No way. There's no fucking way!" He read the billboard with a deep rooted fear. "Pride! The Greatest Circle in Hell!" Thisbcpuldnt be Hell. Hell looked different, felt different. And it didn't have imps that shot you in the face for no fucking reason! So, if this wasn't Hell Hell, then, what was it?

Anti jumped and froze when an explosion rang far too close to him. He watched the building crime with wide eyes, but wait, what's that? A Hotel? It seemed to the only thing not on fire. He ran as fast as his legs could take him. F.y.i. tjsts real fast.

Anti read the singing in the front door. Said signs made Anti question everything, they looked like they were colored by a five year old. Never would he think he'd seen a rainbow in Hell, but, well, its been a rough half hour.

"H͘azben H͟ơtel, f̛o͝r ͘sen̡d̷i͜n҉g s͘įn͢nérs̢ to ̸H͝eav̕ȩn̶." He mumbled, if question marks and three dots could appear over his head, they would. With a deep breath, he rang the knocker. His ears twitched, hearing hushed whispers.

"A costume-...! Places! Angel, don't.... -body ready? Here we go!" Antj jumped, he's been doing that a lot, when the double does were yanked open with a blonde with a humongous smile.

"Welcome to the Hazben Hotel!" Anti stared at her as well as two others with a sense of tension. The girl before him, looking sort of lime a clown, was more than meets the eye. She was easily the most powerful thing in that room, riding a 9 at the "well, fuck" meter.

She was second by a men in red, a sharp smile with an aura that screamed trou ke. There was something about him that put the glitch on edge, and Anti didn't like it.

And then there was the silver haired one eyed girl. She was completely different than any of them. Why was so off? Was that... angelic. Before he knew it, Anti was being dragged inside.

"Allow me to introduce myself along with everyone else! I'm Charlie, this is Vaggie. That guy with the charming smile is Alastor, the two guys at the bar are Husk and Angel, and the little one stabbing the curtains is Nifty." Anti took all of this information slowly. He had no idea what was happening.

"So, new tennant, what is your name?" Anti looked to her and sighed.

"Ànt̀i."

"Anti what?" Anti glared at her, how do people always get his name wrong? It's Anti, not Anti-eye.

"A̡ǹt́iśe͠pt̡i̸c͞e̢y͏e͟." She smiled.

"Well, Mr. Septiceye, we are so glad you chose to cleanse your soul! Before long, you'll be kicking down those pearly gates with a satisfied smile!" Anti did a double take .

"Wo̴ah, bac͡k ̴up.͠ ͡W̨h́y̴ d͠o ̸yo͘u t͘hinḱ I'̛m͝ ̶h̡ȩr̛e?" Charlie's smile fell slightly.

"To purify your soulf and go to Heaven?" Anti snorted, was this girl for real?

"Y͝ea̛h̵,̡ nơ ̵th̀a̶n͡ķs. ͘H̷ea̶v̛en i͠s̸ n̢o͘t͞ my c͜up͠ o̵f͏ w͡hi̕sk͝e͞y̵. ̶ Án͢d,̡ c͢an͢ ҉y̡ou a͟ct̷u̢ally̵ d͢o ̛t͠hat҉? ̛Sen̶d souls̷ t̢o ͜Hea͏v͞en͡?" Charlie seemed to deflate a little more as Vaggie got closer.

"Uh, I'm not sure. But, we won't know unless we try. For example, Angel, here, is out tenant, amd making excellent progress! A perfect candidate for Heaven!" Angel waved, looking Anti up and down in a way that made the demon shiver

"Bu͢t.҉.͟.́ ̀he͜'͘s ́sti͝ll̀ ̡her̛e." Charlie's confidence contoured to drop.

"Yes, well-"

"If you're not here to try and get into Heaven, then why are you here?" Vaggie cut in, holding Charlie's shoulders supportingly. Anti shrugged, looking at the girl curiously.

"Th̨is͝ seeme͡d ͏t̛o ̸b̢e ̕ţhe ́safȩst ̶pl͘a͜c̢e͘ įn̛ th̸is͞ ͡sh͜ít͟ ̢h҉ol҉e ͜un͡t̸i͜l I͘ f̴i̷g̀u͡re̶ ̧ơùt wh̷at҉'s ̵going ǫn͟. ͠Şo, ́i̷f ̀you ͟d̢o̧n̡'̡t͠ m͡ind,̡ I̡'m ̛g̢o̴n̕n͏a͝ ̕r҉e̸lax ͠he̶r͢e̷ u̧n͜ti̛l͝ ͢I figúre out͜ ̨ho͢w͝ t͡o ̧get̛ h͠o͟m͞e.͝ Ca̕p͏i̧c͡he̕?" The whole room got quiet until Angel whistled.

"I like this one, I vote he stays." Angel picked his lips, and Anti raised a brow.

"Yes. You are a fascinating one, aren't you?" Anti turned to see the smiling guy-Alastor- was right behind him. Anti glared him down, daring him to try anything.

"Yes, yes, lots of spunk! You could be quite the specimen." Anti slapped Alastors mic away with a scoff.

"D͘oņ'̡t you̧ ̨have ͝a ͏w͟reştl҉ing ̴m͝átch͏ t͠o͜ ̸co̢m͘ment̴ o͞n͠?" Alastor seemed to have frozen for a moment, keeping his unnerving smile.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't do wrestling matches."

"C͜o̧u̧ļd̵ ͘of ̷foo̴led̸ me͡.͟ ͘W͘h͜a͠t'̷s ̀with t͟he v̧o͜ic͏e̡? ̀The ̵20̡'s ̢ca͏l̀l̛e͢d, th͠e͏y ̧wa̸nt̷ th̛e̴ir҉ ͜rad̸io̷ p̵od̕c͜a̸şt ̶b̕ac̶k̸. " The room stilled with a stiffening silence. Those who knew, watched Alastos antlers grow slightly while Anti's knife appeared in his hand. Their auras clashed against eachother until-

"He̶y!̧ ͡Wh͝at ̢t͠he ҉f̕uc͢k!̕ ͝G͜et o̧f͏f!"

"Oohoo! I like you! Bad boy! Hot! Yum!" Anti danced around, trying to pull Nifty off as she climbed all over him. They just watched for a minute until Vaggie pulled her off. Alastor had walked away by then and Charlie's cheerfulness returned.

"Well! Feel free to stay as long as you like! And if you change your mind about rehabilitation, just let me know, there is no shame in changing your mind." Anti watched her before sitting at the bar, on the opposite end of Angel.

"What do you have to offer?" Antk asked, running his fingers through his hair. Husk plopped a bottle in fron kf him and Anti sniffed it with a grimace.

"W͠hat͜ ͠the͠ heĺl ̸is̕ ̡this̛?͜ S͡n̸a̢k͡e҉ òi͠l҉?" Husk shrugged.

"Don't like it, don't drink it." Anti sighed and took a swig, it tasted worse then it smelled. With a grimace, he put the bottle down amd looked to his right when a finger dragged his chin towards its owners direction.

"Hey, hot stuff. Want a good time?" Anti glared at him before standing.

"N̶o͢ t͡han͝k̡s.͟ ҉N͘ow̷s ͠no̴t t͠he̴ tim͜e͝ ̧for̶ ̷a̷ ̴ho͘o̴k̨ up." Angel pouted up at him.

"There's always time for a hook up! What could be more important?" Anti rolled his eyes.

"G͟etti͞ng̴ hom͝e.̸ ͟Nǫw,͘ ar̛è ̀the̴re͏ ͠any̵ mąg͝i̶c̨ ̛usèr a͘rơun̷d̢ ̷I c͜ould͡ ta͞l͘k ̢t͜o҉?" Angel made a face at him.

"Any idiot that can read can perform magic. Why? What do you need it for?" Antk ignored him and picked his lips.

"I̛s͞ ̧t͘h͠er҉e̴ ̨a͝ lįb͡ra͢ry ͝a̡ro͘u̵n̛d h͞ȩre҉?" Husk made a face.

"A library in Hell? I think you have had too much to drink." Antk fumed.

"Th̨at's a͟ ̶'̴no̶' th͝e̷n̕."

"Well, not an absolute no, there always Lord-" Anti grabbed the demon by his shirt and pinned him to the bar.

"Whe̕r̵e!"

Stoles hummed as he read his grimpire and age his cakes for breakfast. It was in fact a lovely morning where nothing could go wrong. Although unbeknownst to him, a hand covered in glitches grabbed a book and vanished. Stoles piped up and looked around curiously. With a shrug he went back to his book and breakfast, but when it happened again, he got more concerned. After the third time, he was up and walking around.

"What's the matter with you?" Blitzø asked through a yawn, snuggling deeper into their bed.

"I'm not sure, I felt a twitch." Blitzø yawned again.

"Was probably nothing."

Anti looked through the books he snatched at a fast pace. If Marvin wee here, he'd know what's going on, he'll, he'd be home already. As he went to page, a microphone slapped on the book.

"What do you have here, friend?" Anti looked up and found an annoying smile. He rolled his eyes.

"R͡e̛ad͏i͠ng,̢ ev̀e͘r͢ ̶he҉ar̨d҉ ͝of i̡t̢?"

"Of course! Do you mind if I ask where you found such articles?" Anti shrugged.

"I ́s̛t͝ole ͝t̢h͏e͢m f̵ro̶m ̵s̸ome l̡ord.͡ Lord St̛a͘- Stor-"

"Lord Stolas? You stole books from Lord Stolas's private library?" Anti scoffed.

"I ͜pl̷an͟ ͡o̴n̕ ͏r͟et̡ur̸ǹi̶n̕g th̸e͟m͞,̨ ͞c̶a҉l͠m ̀yơur ҉t͟it͠s̕." Alastor quickly snatched a book Anti already browsed through amd held it like it was his precious.

"No! I'll hold them for him. Don't even worry!" Anti gave him an odd look before shaking his head.

"W̧ḩa̵t̵e̕ver͝.̛ ͜N͡ow, ͏g͜et ͏ou͢t̶ o͡f̢ ͏he̸re͟,͞ ͝I͜ ̶ca͜n҉'t́ fo͏c͡ưs͟ ̕w͞i̛t̸h̸ ́yơur ҉annoýi҉nǵ ͞a͟s͠s͢ vo̸ic͢e̶." Anti flipped to a new lage and tried to focus on his book. Alastor just sat there amd stared at him for a while.

"You know, most people tend to treat me with respect."

"Y̵ea͏h?̶ ͜Well͘, I'm ̨not m͏os̴t͢ ̡p͟eop̧le̴. G̛o ̴the͝ ͏fu͝ck̡ ąw̛ay." Alastor continued to just stand there before the vanished in a shadow.

"That's okay, I've been told I'm an excellent teacher." Alastor began to laugh wildly as be wrapped his speaker around Antks neck. The glitche Crowley and grabbed ahold of the rod, flipping the Radio Demon on the table. Alastor flipped himself around and kicked Antk in the face as be was about to snap his speaker in half. Anti wiped the blood from his lip with a growl.

"You're̡ a ̀fu̴c͟king ͜frèa͏k͏, ̨le҉ave me ҉th͢e̶ ̛f̡uc̀k al͘on͘è un̛l̸ȩss y̴ou͏ ͡w̴a̧n̶t͘ to d͏ię." Alastor dusted off his coat with his usual smile.

"Funy. That's just what I was about to say to you." Anti growled that sinlmilar to a lion, quickly losing patience. Antis glitched danced all around his body as Alastors form changed. They were frozen in a stare as their powers grew.

"Uh, hey guys, what's going on?" Charlie entered the room, breaking both out of their concentration.

"Nothing, my dear! Just having a friendly chat with our Ant-I here!" Anti growled.

"A͡nti!" Charlie smiled.

"Good to see you two getting along. Find anything, Mr. Septiceye? Antk sighed, sitting back in his chair.

"N̢o̴, b͞ut̀ ̵rese̸a͢r̛ch͜ ̢was ̨n̷e̕ver m͡y̕ thi̕ng."

"Oh? Well, what is your thing? Annoying perfectly reasonable demons?" Alastor teased with a smile. Anti bared his sharp teeth in a snarl.

"No,̷ ҉m͜y th̴i̛ng ̡is̷ t͞or͜tưr̵ing̶ ͝a̷n͡d̸ ͜k̛i̧llin͢g̵ ̕pe͜oṕl̵e th̸at̡ ͟ánnoy͜ m͜e." Alastor chuckled.

"I bet." Charlie eyed the two of them before shoving Alastor away from the glitch demon.

"Hey, um, I need your help with something, Alastor, come with me!" Anti sighed amd went back to his books. Getting absolutely nowhere.

Several hours later, when Anti's eyes were overly tired, Husk put a playe down in front of him.

"Here, I think you're due for a break." Anti looked at the plate curiously. It didn't look too lovely, but smelled pretty nice. He slid over his boom and slid the plate closer.

"T̀hank̷s̢. H͟u͞sk̕, ̸r͏i͏g͜h̡t?" Husk nodded, sitting next to Anti.

"Yeah, and your Anti and not Ant-I. Something tells me you're not from.around here, right?" Anti smirked lightly.

"Wha̵t҉ ́wás͢ your̷ ͘fir͏st ͘c̛l͜ue͟?" The food seemed to be some kind of biscuit, not that bad either.

"Well, challenging the Radio Demon for one." Anti snorted.

"'Ra͡d̕i̸o͟ De̵m͡o̡n'̷?͏ ̵A̵nd p҉eople͜ ͘la͟ugh͟ ͠ąt ̛me̷?" Husk shook his head.

"Trust me though, that's one demon you don't want to mess with." Anti leaned back in his chair.

"W̵e'l͠l ̧s̵ee҉. ̀A̛ny͞way, ͘I ͞shouldn't̀ be ̢I͝'̢m ̛y̛a'lls̢ ҉hai̧r fo̵r̸ l͝o͠ng. E̢i̛th͘er I'll ͏f̀ig̛ur̸e͝ o̷u͘t͏ ho͘w̶ ̢to̕ ̀g̀e̵t ͏home,̛ ͟o͝r m̢y̛ ͘id̕io͝t̢ br͏otḩe̷r̷ wiĺl ̶c̸o͘me ͡f̡or͞ ͜me, e͢i͜th͟er̸ ͞way,̸ I̸ ͜win." Husk shook his head.

"If you say so, just remember what I said, alright?" Anti sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the biscuits." As Husk was about to leave the room, he stopped.

"Oh! And Charlie's having a movie night tonight, said you're invited. Something about giving you a trial run. You coming?" Anti thought about it and shrugged.

"Ah̵, what̷ the̢ he͜ll̕,͘ ҉le̸as̨t ҉I͢ c̷a̢n do ́sinc̕e̸ ̷y͝ou gưy̛ś ar͜e a̡llo̸w͡ing ̶m̢e ͝t͟o s͟ett̕le ͢f̧or ̸a b̛įt." Husk smiled.

"I'll let her know, movie starts at 8:00." Anti nodded and stretched on his chair after Husk left.

"All work and̕ n͠o̧ pla̶y ͝m̀ak̛es̶ A̶ņti ̀w̛a͘n̴t ̸t́o ҉s͞hǫot̴ ̷him̸sȩlf." He groaned with a sigh. He let himself relax with his eyes closed a little while.

"Alrufht! Let's get this movie night started! Did everybody cast their vote?" Charlie held up a hat that had everyone's, but Anti's, vote for a movie. Charlie dug her hand onto the hat and pulled out a slip of paper.

"And tonight's movie is... not that one!" Chairlie tossed the slip behind her back and dug back into the hat. Anti had a raised brow, but judging from the whispering and giggling coming for Husk and Angel, it was probably somewhere around NC-17.

"Here we go! Tonight we're watching Wonder Woman!"

"Yes!" Vaggie cheered as Charlie started the movie and sat next to her. Angel tossed some popcorn ag the two with a pout.

"Boo. You two are no fun." Angel got hushed as the movie began to play. At the beginning, all was calm, but eventually people started whispering to eachother, comments were made. The movie was background noise. But still, it was calm. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

"I͜ ͠ągrȩe͟ ̨wi̧th̵ Ḑi̴ana͡, i҉f̷ h̀e ͜woul҉d́ ̧h̷av͞e r̢ ̷j̶u̢s҉t͟ le̢t ̢h͟e͢r̶ ̵k̡i҉ll ̴him҉,̵ t̶h̕o͘s͢e͟ p͜e҉o̡ple̛ ͞p͟r͠ob̨ab̀ly ͞wo͢ul̷dn̸'t͠ ̴ha̛ve died͝.̕ ̡K̛f̸ anyt̡hi̕n͠g, k̀i̧lling Ari͠es̷'s ͢#͟1̵ ͝p̀ŕo͏x͡y wo̕uld ҉h͏a͠v͝e̕ ͡ ͟drag͡ge̷d͝ ̷h̷i̶m̵ ̨out ̀f̢ast͏èr." Anti commented, nibbling one some popcorn. Alastor hummed into the silence.

"Yes, the typical conclusion coming from someone like you." Anti stopped, no longer processing the movie, he turned and looked back to the Radio Demon.

"And what does that mean? 'Someone like me'?" All conversations ceased, all eyes now on the two demons. Alastor nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Only someone who lacks flair and class would say that. Sure, she could have killed Aries's proxy, bringing the final battle closer than expected, but then we would have lost the crucial moment where out two 'lovers' have their spat. Though, I suppose only someone with a higher knowledge could understand that." Anti growled and turned his body around at Alastor. The Radio Demon eyed him curiously before watching Antis knife appeared in hand.

"That's̶ it͏! ͟I've h͜a͜ḑ ͝i̡t̷ ͟w͝it̀h ̶yo̶u!" Before Alastor could make any knife of rebuttal, Anti pounced. Nifty, Husk, and Angel ducked for cover as Anti pinned Alastor to the ground, knife raised. Alastor's smile tutner sinister as his tentacles shot Antk flying back towards the wall. Alastor stood and chuckled as Antk pulled himself from the wall.

"Then let the games begin!"

"Not inside the hotel! Please!" Charlie pleased and Alastor hummed.

"Yes, you're right. Let hs travel outside, of you can't wait that-" The shattering of glass interrupted Alastor as both demons were launched through the window. All of the hotel attendees walked over to the window to watch. Angel whistled.

"Well Charlie, this may be your greatest movie night yet!' Angel punctuated his statement with some popcorn. Charlie looked from Angel to outside and swallowed. Oh boy.

END OF PART 1!!! This thing is way too long for only one part. Please enjoy this and i shall finish it soon!

[jvliaxox]

“Stop making Star Wars political”

Shut the hell up and this is why.

The original trilogy was created around the time of the Vietnam War and a lot of it is a commentary on that. George Lucas himself has outright said that the rebels are based on the Viet Cong, a group that fought during the War, and the Empire is essentially powers such as Britain and America. The stormtroopers even have the same name as Nazi soldiers, and the costume design for Imperial officers was based on Nazi officers. It pretty much makes the OT an anti-fascist story which is, OMG, political. Yet the same people who complain about politics in Star Wars love to call this trilogy the best one yet.

Now to the prequel trilogy, which is where George Lucas wanted to explore how democracies become dictatorships and it was created around the time of 9/11 (with the exception of TPM obvi). Anakin’s famous line “if you are not with me, then you are my enemy”, is taken out of George W. Bush’s speech where he says “either you are with us, or you are with the enemy”. The Trade Federation having a seat in the Senate despite being a corporation (not representing a group of people), is essentially commentary of how corporations buy the government and abuse their power like how the Trade Fed. did by invading Naboo. There are also so many scenes throughout the trilogy showing the Senate’s incompetency and corruption which leads to them not caring about the Republic, e.g. when Queen Amidala goes to the Senate asking for help on Naboo, but nobody even gives a sh*t and she’s left on her own. Palpatine even takes advantage of Naboo’s crisis, using it to convince the Queen to make a vote of no-confidence so Palpatine can take on the role of Chancellor.

In contrast, the sequel trilogy has barely any political themes, apart from Canto Bight and young people (Kylo Ren) falling down fascist pipelines. Yeah, it doesn’t have the best story (however I do love TLJ), but it is the least political trilogy. Yet because it involves more than one woman, one gay kiss (that can conveniently be cut out from the film) and people of colour, this is the only trilogy in Star Wars that is criticised for being “too political”. Not because it has political commentary, but because it has people. People existing isn’t f*cking political, it’s normal. You and I could walk into any public area right and we wouldn’t be just seeing crowds of Luke Skywalkers, Han Solos, Anakin Skywalkers, etc. We’d be seeing Leia Organas, Finns, Rey Skywalkers, Poe Damerons, etc etc.

At least in my opinion, to say that Star Wars shouldn’t be political is an insult to George Lucas because he made it as a commentary on politics and the world. Star Wars will always be political, I mean it’s about WAR for God’s sake.

If you wanna know more about politics in Star Wars I definitely recommend searching up articles on Google, it’s actually so interesting and when I first started reading about it I was fascinated as so many things in Star Wars have some sort of political theme/message to them.

[andtheyweresiblings]

Hii! hope you are doing well!

I was just casually stopping by your blog because usually notifications come to me when I'm in the office and then I miss them, so I'm happy to see that you're still responding asks and reblogging art. Very nice art by the way!

My heart soared when I saw that you had reblogged the minicomic of one of my favorite writers who I didn't even know they had a blog on tumblr. Just fantastic!

I'm writing to you now taking advantage of mentioning the ship brumira and the few forces to concretize projects about them despite all the ideas that may exist in one's head. Totally understandable.

So I came here to contribute a little bit with an idea that had been on my mind since I first saw this pair on the screen. It may not be an inherently romantic act, and while that's not really the ultimate goal of this action, I consider it a great display of affection, trust and interest that one can feel towards someone, romantic partner or not.

The idea came spontaneously in me when I saw the infamous post-credits scene where Mirabel and Bruno are contemplating the stars, with nothing but each other's company (and rats). As simple, as tender and as intimate as that.

I find it so easy to believe that even though the Madrigals welcomed Bruno with open arms, recognized Mirabel as a talented person capable of doing what she set out to do, and the ending of the film turned out as hopeful as only a di$ney ending can be, I have no doubt that there is still a long way to go for healing.

I think about how even though Bruno and Mirabel have regained their place in the family and I don't doubt that they feel safe and loved at Casita, they both still seek each other out (consciously or not) because they find refuge in each other's company or presence when the world starts to feel too much and they just want to be by the side of someone who doesn't judge them and understands them. Maybe in the beginning they were just looking for a little sympathy from the other.

They don't know how it started, it just happened. One day they were the last ones to get up from the table after dinner because they were so immersed in each other's conversation that they lost track of time. Or maybe the next time, when it was their turn to do the market shopping and they chatted so pleasantly the whole way there that by the time they realized it, they were already at the doors of Casita with a pile of shopping bags. Or the time after that, when Bruno wanted to present a play from the rat theater to the family and stayed up late at night making the costumes for the actors and designing the scenery with Mirabel by his side. Or surely it was the time when Bruno had a panic attack because he again had a bad vision of some villager and Mirabel was there. At that moment words were unnecessary and her mere presence was enough to comfort him.

By the time they figured it out, they had these daytime or nighttime outings where they would spend time catching up on what the other had been up to or simply enjoying the silence while reveling in the wonderful view that only Encanto could offer.

But there were also darker times.

Nights when it was impossible to fall asleep, either because of something that had happened to them that day and they could not stop thinking about it or some nightmare in which, despite their best efforts to tell themselves that none of that was real, that cruel scene of their dreams kept repeating itself every time they closed their eyes.

So, as a last resort, they wandered around Casita until they found some place where they could find some consolation. And either by coincidence, a curious way of helping on the part of Casita, or because the restless soul of one called to the other, both ended up coinciding.

So many times it happened that both offered their respective rooms as a sort of safe house for such situations. It didn't matter what time it was or if they had had a misunderstanding with each other, either had permission to enter the other's room and find a place in their bed.

This was different for both of them of course.

While Mirabel would knock on the door and if she received no answer, either because Bruno was asleep or didn't hear her, she would enter with a blanket under her arm and lie down on the place on the bed that Bruno usually left free. When he noticed her presence in his bed, he would put a pillow between them, kiss her forehead and say a soft "good night", if she was just looking for a place to rest. But, if she wanted to talk to him about what was bothering her then he'd prepare a couple of cups of tea, herbs or coffee and stay with her until exhaustion overcame them both and they would end up in each other's arms until dawn.

On the other hand, Bruno didn't even dare to knock on Mirabel's door the first times. He was just a crestfallen figure, standing in the middle of the hallway with his fist slightly raised. Too worried about interrupting his niece's sleep just because he couldn't get his own, so he retraced his steps back to his room, sadder than before.

That is, until one day, Casita decided it'd had enough.

It threw open the bedroom door, moved the tiles under his feet until he almost fell on Mirabel's bed and closed the door again. Bruno never quite understood Casita when he was younger but that last slam of the door felt almost like a scolding.

"Now you stay here and go to sleep."

When he turned toward the bed, the smile of a sleepy, amused and understanding Mirabel greeted him. Although she lifted the sheets for him to cover himself with them, he refused, covered her again, and lay down on top of the sheets. That night, he got as far away from her as he could without falling out of bed and stared at the ceiling. This didn't matter much to Mirabel but she understood so she moved close enough to him to rest her forehead on his shoulder and the soft scent of the shampoo in her curls and the smell of the Encanto flowers wafting through the open window was enough to lull him to sleep.

Those nights, they did nothing but sleep or talk until they fell asleep in each other's bed, but those nights were a secret they had with the rest of the family.

Of course they weren't doing anything "wrong" but still, they weren't sure if the rest of the family would take it well if they knew.

OK, so much for that. I went on longer than I wanted to, but I hope you were entertained, if only a little.

A very friendly fist bump from a distance!

PS: Is there a nickname we can refer to you by? I'm not sure if you've mentioned it before, but if you did I hope you don't mind commenting on it again :D

Thank you! It's always nice to hear from you! Genuinely, this ask made me smile so much 💚

And yes, a few months ago, I think we got some twitter mirabruno artists migrating over here and I'm still elated about it! I had to experience twitter brumira vicariously so it's very exciting to see some of the people whose art I adored from afar here.

I do disappear from time to time, but I have every intention to return to this blog and keep reblogging art into the foreseeable future.

Now onto the mirabruno portion. You're right! Even with that ending, the road of recovery is far from linear. It's more of a cycle or a feedback loop. Bruno, Mirabel, and the family are definitely in for a ride with lots of ups and downs and back and forth.

This is so sweet!!! Not inherently romantic but still intimate and affectionate has become my brumira sweet spot! I love the idea of these two developing a habit of sharing a bed. If they were to go about sharing a bed this way, I imagine each would soon need the other to sleep, which is another soft and sweet idea on its own.

I bet Casita would help them by creating a secret pathway in the walls between their rooms so they could continue their nightly escapades without the family's notice.

And regarding my nickname. Funny, you should ask (especially because of your URL). I've been in between names for awhile now. A few years ago, I was going by a name that some people may know me by, but I never really connected with it. Over these last few months, I have been trying to think of a name I like. Internally, I've been trying out the name Grey, and maybe it's time to test it out outside of myself. So, you can call my Grey :) Thanks for asking!

[fireandspiceland]

Riva, i have some porn, it isn't the best. Engliech femdom with just some other stuff sprinkled in through it, i was too embarrassed to post this off anon. I do hope you enjoy!

The room was larger than Arthur had thought it would have been, spacious, with an almost absurdly large bed in the middle, the standard repertoire as Alfred had said, he was hungry though, oddly enough, he would deal with that later, he would first have to debug the place, honestly this had happened one too many times for him not to, Alfred loved getting him involved in all sorts of bullshit that he frankly had not the time for, the main room came out empty, the cupboard was massive too, he could hide a whole 3 people in there if he wished to do so, the room was admittedly quite nice actually, he set down his stuff on the bed, soft and massive, he would sleep well tonight, he had to check the bathroom and eat first though.  

The bathroom was admittedly a little odd, the bathtub was massive and there was no shower, there was a little panel on the side of the bathtub that had a whole host of little buttons, they were labelled, he read the first three in the first row “Milk, Air, Slime?” He had the vaguest clue of what that meant and forced himself to not read any further, that would not turn out well for him, christ he was getting hard, and for what bloody reason, that receptionist, Gilbert was it, was barely heavier than him, and that was a very low bar, he needed to keep his shit in his pants, right now was not the time for thinking about this.  

Right, what was he doing, debugging the bathroom, he may have been a little distracted, but it was still thorough, he did n ot want a fallout like last time, Alfred the grinning face of it all, that boy needed to be knocked down a couple of notches, bastard, practically untouchable, but his flesh was soft, he could be bitten, and while he enjoyed it, it took a while to get to his blood, Arthur would figure that out somehow, how that power-hungry bastard kept trying to knock him down posts was funny, he was bad at it.  

Alfred had not bugged this place, what he needed to see would be after Arthur came back, everything for him to rest his eyes upon, it would be difficult to hide if Arthur's metabolism was as slow as he thought it was, this was more for fun than anything, he had better ways to get Arthur out of the way if he really wanted to, but Arthur was fun, in a very odd way, he was boring, yes, but If you riled him up then something would be fucked, or injured. He was fun.  

Speaking of biting, he needed to go to eat, that would distract him well, oddly enough he felt genuinely hungry, he didn’t get hungry very often, he had a very small appetite, and he had eaten breakfast for once, he shouldn’t be this hungry, but he was, and this place would surely have a restaurant, was it worth changing his clothes, not really, his clothes were good as they were, a little stuffy but it was a hotel, what else would they expect from him, hopefully the food was good, he had gone to places where the food was exorbitantly overpriced and frankly tasted like shit.  

There was signage to tell him where to go, good, it seemed a lot bigger inside than from the outside, the further he walked the emptier his mind felt, his stomach growled in discontent, he needed food, and from what he could smell, it smelt great, this haze was almost overpowering, empty and happy.  

He was snapped out of it when he saw the restaurant, rather what the servers in the restaurant were dressed in, the food smelled beyond wonderful but he wasn’t focusing on that right now, he seated himself down in a corner, they were dressed in what all and whatnot, black leather, maid outfits, bunny costumes and the like, men and women both, christ some of the men had tits, they could only be called tits, bigger than his own head, how that happened and how they were leaking what was likely milk was beyond him, and beyond his mental faculties right now, he was too busy staring, many of the servers were plump, a lot were quite far beyond that.  

Some looked like they could crush his head in their hands without much difficulty, some looked like they could and would suffocate him between their thighs, he swallowed, his veneer of normalcy was failing quickly, he needed to will himself to stop staring, it did not work, his stomach growled low and loud, any other thoughts save for the ones that he was actively trying to suppress trickled out of his mind like water in a child's hands.  

He stared unabashedly now, keeping his legs crossed to at least keep up some amount of decency, he didn’t remember ordering anything but a server left a large platter of what seemed to be half of a roast chicken on his table, with all the fixings, not the fanciest but lord was he hungry, he normally could keep up some façade of humanity and normalcy no matter how tired he was, for some reason it was not working at all, the server stayed by the table for a bit, Arthur barely noticed her, all he saw was big green eyes and a braid before he was enraptured by the food  

The knife and fork were used for only the first few bites, he gave them up quickly, he needed as much of that food as possible inside him, he was always this hungry, yes, yes he was, he needed to to eat, he needed to fill himself, he needed to be full, to be round, overfull, he needed to eat.  

She observed him with interest, he looked tired and plied, the hotel worked its magic well on most, but he must have just come in recently, she hadn't seen him anywhere else before, it usually took time, but he was wolfing down food like a starved animal, he was rather thin actually, he took barely a second glance at her, and she knew exactly why, the man must certainly be fun in bed if it worked so well on him, so quickly.  

He seemed the type certainly not used to the hotel's specific breed (ha!) of indulgences, by a long shot, but certainly had something going for him, he would be fun, the type not used to being ordered around at least for the past decade, but who would listen completely, his head was currently empty save for food, she would come back once he was done, with some spiked dessert, as a treat, aphrodesiacs were powerful things, and by the looks of him, he wouldn’t need very much. 

That was a lot of food, he was full, his mind cleared again and he was horribly embarrased, fuck, Alfred must have know this is how the place was, no wonder he was so insistent about ciming here exactly, there were better and more imperceptible ways to kill him than through kikllig him throigh sheer mortification, when he got his hands on that boy honest to God. 

A plate of cake was set in front of him by the same server as last time, a large slice, toffee and caramel by the looks of it, fresh too, with whipped cream on tiop, he really shouldn’t be hungry, he had put away half a chicken and an absolute unit of potatoes for darns sake, but god it looked wonderful. 

He properly looked at the server now, how had he not realised how pretty she was before this, doll-like almost, big green eyes that almost seemed to be goading him along, she was flat, with not much more curvage than Arthur himself, younger than him by quite an amount, maybe twenty, if that, a riding crop by her side, he had a feeling she would use it on him if he didn’t eat, some part of him, a large part actually wanted that, though that would be too on the nose, so he ate, nametag read Lilli, she oddly looked like one. 

His thoughts left his head again, the cake was good, rested in his stomach like a bowling ball, he felt so round right now, she had dark purple lipstick, he was staring, she liked the colour, it made her kisses look like lovely little bruises before they even got that far, he was staring, good it was working. 

He looked younger now, still close to middle age, but not as old as he looked before, his skin was pale, unblemished, save for the odd qrinkle, he would be easy to mark, bony too, not much to hold, pity that was, she liked leaving marks, and having more of you meant it was easier to leave them, he was skin stretched over a skeleton, she was stronger than she looked, came with the territiry, she had to heft a lot of lard, she was a tad worried she might break him. 

Actually he would probably like that, she looked at him, the restairnt in his eyes was completely gone, the cake was finished too, she told him to follow, he listened obedietnly, this was easier than usual actually, he was only slightly taller than she was, though that could have been because of the platform boots, they only added two inches to her, he must be 5’6, if that, small and thin, not much meat at all, but he could be ordered around, he would like that, his eyes were blank and blissed out right now, she led him to his room, his keycard said the room number, a deluxe studio, impressive, for such a man it seemed odd though. 

He followed blindly like a puppy. 

She pushed him onto the bed, closed the door and locked it, he was lighter than he seemed, he mewled, mewled, he was desperate right now. 

“Nuh, uh, not so quick, back to the headboard would you?” 

He found his voice, and some of his mind, “W-what are you doing?” 

“Aww sweetie, what does it look like I'm doing.” She pushed up his head with her crop, his face was flushed red, ad he was forcing himself to try and hide a boner “I see that you know, now no more questions.” 

It wasn’t hard to get his clothes off him, they were loose enough as it was, practically slipped out of it, he was hard, throbbing, not now, too early, she lowered her voice, commanding, “To the headboard, now.” She cracked her crop, albeit lightly against his exposed inner thigh, he scuttled back, she could practically smell both the fear and arousal coming off him, all rooms were equipped with the same thing, she preferred normal rope, it was rougher, but silk rope did well too, a dark shade of red, one arm to one side of the headboard, the other to the other, feet bound together and then to the base of the bed, like Jesus on the cross, and one around the base of his cock, he tried to fight at that one, she silenced him with a kiss. 

Pretty purple on his lips, “No escaping now, eh?” he looked up at her, he wanted more. 

A nibble under the ear, her breath was warm against him, he couldn’t think right now and frankly he didn’t want to, she bit hard, kissed harder, she held him tight, there wasn’t much skin to him, but she pinched and grabbed what she could, pretty flowers blossoming under his skin, he moaned when she bit his nipple, she kept going, it was hard to overstimulate him, but she was getting close, soft touches and kisses, sweet nothings, mixed with bites that left marks, grips that left bruises, her crop either was so soft, or hit him hard, he needed release but she wouldn’t allow it. 

She could feel his heart through his ribcage, beating like a startled rabbit, he was sweating, close to tears, good, she took off the binding on his cock, she stroked it once, once, and he came, her name on his lips. 

“Good boy, now it is time for you to sleep, no?” 

He could scarcely hear her, she slowly untied him, slowly and painstakingly, brushing against him where she could, and she was gone. 

Arthur was a sweaty mess, he couldn’t remember very much of this, fuck he felt wonderful, he needed sleep, she said he needed sleep, so he did, sleep came for him like a cloak. He listened to orders, yes, yes, he did. 

I don’t know why I have kept this to myself for so long and I also don’t know why I’m posting your ask now of all days but it’s night and there’s some heavy rain and a storm outside and I came back to this ask as I do every so often and realised that I need to stop being so selfish and share it with the world.

You not only made my consider but actively seek out and think about EngLiech (or more like LiechEng hehe). I thing I’ve said it before but I love it when she’s got that good, shy girl image but hidden underneath is a sexually independent woman who knows how to take what pleases her and offer pleasure in return. 💕

[bowtiesnmusicals]

Here is my recap of the It's Brittany S. Pierce (w/ Heather Morris) episode of the podcast.

HEMO is in the building.

The ladies on glee taught all the guys how to speak up for themselves.

Heather listened to Chris's episode.

Chris was always a force.

There is a difference between what Glee did to us and for us.

Heather is watching a show about the Unabomber

Naya could read everyone.

At one point during the tour the girls locked themselves in the dressing room and just wanted to go home.

Heather had a really unhealthy work habit for a long time. She felt like she had to people please. She had gotten the part out of thin air and hadn't had to audition like everyone else and felt like she had to work harder to make up for it. She felt like she hadn't earned it.

She developed a eating disorder by the time they went on the tour.

Naya confronted her about it. Naya had eating disorders herself. She was the first to speak up about it. Heather blew it off.

Naya was always ready to talk.

You can't be afraid to address the hard things with the people you care about. I will take the risk of pissing you off to for asking the questions that need to be asked.

Heather talked about working with Beyonce.

Heather sharted before entering the paramount lot for the first time. She took off her panties and threw them out the window. Then like the professional she went to the paramount lot and taught the cast the Single Ladies dance.

After teaching the cast the dance she was supposed to go read for Ryan Murphy. Ryan canceled on her twice.

Brittany was based on Karen from mean girls. Heather came up with this during Say A Little Prayer.

Naya taught everyone to speak up for themselves.

Artists are taught to say yes to everything. You don't say no. You just put your head down and work.

You show up, you do your job the best possible, and everyon eelse better show up. It takes everyone to make it work.

When Heather is unwell or upset you know it's bad.

Heather was not prepared for being thrust into being famous. She loves her fans. She was excited about getting noticed for her talents but it comes at a cost.

She had to learn to find a balance between being famous and having a private life.

Heather didn't know she was pregnant until she was almost in her second trimester.

Kevin had a sixth sense and knew someone was pregnant.

She was pregnant doing cartwheels doing a Spice Girls song.

Drag Race felt like home for Kevin and Jenna. The hardest thing about it was the drag and costumes.

Kevin still doesn't understand women dance in heels.

By the end of glee the cast learned how to protect each other.

Heather had a blast doing the Masked Dancer and won it.

She got to help with the choreography on the Masked Dancer.

It's a privilege and a gift to watch Heather dance.

Heather will be at Snixxmas. She will be performing something.

Here are some of the best Brittany quotes:

Sour patch kids are just gummy bears that turned to drugs.

Heart attacks are just from loving too much.

A unicorn is someone who knows he's popular but isn't afraid ot show it.

Maybe the best line of the entire show: Did you know that dolphins ar just gay sharks. Best line ever!

Ian wrote Brittany's lines.

Heather's favorite song: You Can't Touch This

Heather's least favorite song: Hello Goodbye and You Can't Always Get What You Want and Bad Romance (the lobster mask was terrible)

Heather gives the best head rubs.

Heather had so many wonderful moments with Naya.

Those are real tears during Songbird.

It was a gift watching Naya perform.

[90shaladriel]

My son just watched the Star Wars OT for the first time and some observations.

Ok this is a bit of cross-fandom random thoughts, but I wanted to put somewhere.

I'm a child of the 80s-90s. I grew up with Star Wars, was legitimately obsessed with it from ages 3-7 me and my brothers endlessly rewatched the Original trilogy (or just 'Star Wars' as it was known then) on VHS tapes in those years. I remember being so excited for the theatrical re-releases and later the prequels.

My son (4) doesn't watch a lot of non-educational TV or movies, partly we don't show him much, but also he tends to be easily frightened by any tension or scary villains. Probably the scariest movie he had watched before this was Cars 2 (which was weirdly violent!) I also thought that maybe the violence would be something he wasn't really prepared for, none of his books or TV shows really shows graphic deaths. The worst thing he's seen are clips from TV News about the war in Ukraine which isn't often.

Last year I picked up some old children's books from my parents, and I had a stack of books that were the Star Wars read along books (that used to come with a small vinyl record) for the OT and a Star Wars ABC books. I would occasionally read these books at bedtime and my son gradually became enthusiastic about them, so we would get other Star Wars books from the library, most of those were either Prequel-era or even now Sequel-era stuff which he seemed to like and get. I think what's important is that going into actually watching the films he had been "spoiled" somewhat on the basic storylines and characters, like he knew Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader, but honestly I think at his age he doesn't follow stories that well, so knowing all the characters and places upfront probably helped him enjoy it more I think?

So I thought with this I would just sort of give some observations about my son's experience and also my own re-watching the films for the first time in years. I had the Blu-ray Special Editions that were released maybe 5-6 years ago?

A New Hope

On rewatch this is by far my favorite, it's funny, gritty, action packed. It is pretty violent, dead bodies seen in the first firefight on the ship, Vader force choking people, Owen and Beru's burnt corpses, but overall this didn't seem to be harmful to my son, we did talk a bit about it being a war and that people were 'hurt'. He seemed most affected by the death of Obi-wan, and kept asking where he went. My son seemed to like Luke and R2-D2. I will say a lot of the audio was kind of uneven on this edition, I had trouble hearing dialog and my son can't read subtitles so I was explaining stuff and then the action or score would be super loud.

I think that the special edition CGI additions are the weakest in the trilogy, particularly the ones on Tatooine. IMO they don't add much and look fairly cheesy by today's standards. To be fair a lot of the Cantina alien costumes also don't look the best now in HD resolution.

Sadly one of the areas I feel suffers the most now is the continuity with all the Prequels and series. Like the way Obi-wan talks about the past makes it sound like 30-40+ years ago when it was really more like 18 and, now with the Kenobi show, things like him meeting Darth Vader was <10 years ago. I'm only 40 and events 10 years ago feels like nothing. So Vader's line "I sense something; a presence I've not felt since..." just feels like doesn't carry the weight it should. The Jedi shouldn't be an "ancient religion" they were still be hunted down in recent years and Han would have been alive when the Jedi were fighting in the Clone Wars I would think? I kind of think George Lucas backed the franchise into a corner a bit by setting the Prequels too close to the beginning of the OT, I get why to somewhat explain Luke and Leia's ages. I dunno, I would have rather ret-conned them to be mid-20s or something.

Empire Strikes Back

Very enjoyable still. Son liked the Hoth battle scenes, loves AT-ATs. Kind of less interested in some of the Dagobah planet and Yoda scenes. He didn't understand at all what was happening in the Dark side cave which was pretty scary for him, eventually the explanation that stuck was "It was a robot Darth Vader, not the real Darth Vader" that Luke killed. He had little or no commentary on the Han-Leia romance, something I remember feeling cringey about it as a boy that thought girls were like the enemy, he doesn't seem to care, but doesn't like it either as far as I can tell. My son was shocked when Vader cut off Luke's hand, because the Read Along picture books sanitize this as "Vader slashed Luke's lightsaber away" or something more PG. These are violent movies!

I don't remember as much additional scenes or CGI in this one, the old models of Star Destroyers and Rebel ships looked amazingly good I thought, I think Executor and generally imperial navy scenes overall are so good still. I think they added a few shots of the Falcon flying around Cloud City and maybe the snow monster scene looked a bit cheesy now?

Something that struck me on this rewatch in particular was how good the lightsaber duel between Vader and Luke was. I always remembered it as Luke losing pretty badly. Which is true, but he seriously held is own for most of the fight, counterattacking even getting a few glancing blows on Vader. The fight was way more intense than I remember it being and super fun to watch especially with how later jedi duels in the prequel movies get a lot of praise. This really held up in my opinion.

Which is impressive with what we now know Vader to be, like the greatest Jedi warrior ever. Again some continuity stuff bothers me more about the prequels, especially in Kenobi the Darth Vader vs Third Sister fight where in the how Vader could basically force block her lightsaber, and she was pretty much fully trained in the force. Similarly the hallway scene in Rogue One he can toss people around, it's hard to imagine Luke being able to compete with him at all. I kind of prefer the OT Vader without the prequels, strong with the force yes, but not superhuman powerful.

One nitpick though. Several times The Falcon is being chased by TIE fighters, why didn't Han or Leia go back and use the turret cannons to shoot them down like in ANH Death Star escape?

Return of the Jedi

Confession, growing up this was always my favorite Star Wars movie. On rewatch for me it kind of felt the weakest of the three. I guess you have to be an adult to kind of see it?

My son seemed to get a bit bored at parts. I think the Jabba Palace scenes were a bit more subdued and slow-paced than I remember, and so was a few of the middle scenes with Yoda or Luke's revelation to Leia, very quiet and somber, but definitely nothing like what we saw in ANH or ESB in terms of action-pacing.

My son thought ewoks were kind of silly and funny, but doesn't seem like to make an impression on him since we watched, unlike the AT-ATs or some of the human characters. He was afraid of the emperor, on some level I think he "got" the dynamics between Luke and Vader as it's clear Vader is his dad and Vader used to be a good guy (Anakin) in contrast to the truly evil Emperor so that all seemed to work well for him. I have to say, as a Dad now myself the final fight scenes and what Vader did hit way more deeply than anytime I've watched before, definitely teared up a bit. One question I got from him which I struggled to answer was "What does it mean to turn to the dark-side?" I'm not really sure I have a good answer other than "be tricked to do bad things" which is as good as I could explain it to his level. I guess that is a pretty abstract and fictional concept for a 4 year old.

Overall I loved the Luke - Vader rematch, again, Vader seems to be slowing down with age or wear and tear when compared to even Rogue One or ESB but Luke is getting stronger. Since Luke is the only Jedi left at the time, it was never clear how strong he was supposed to be, also being physically a small guy he doesn't seem as impressive a hero but more of an underdog in the saga, yet he took on Vader 1 on 1 and defeated him, so maybe the Force is stronger with him than I used to give him credit for? The fight was good, emotionally intense, I almost wish the actual lightsaber battle was a little longer.

One new takeaway that never really struck me before was that the ultimate climax to STAR WARS was the hero throwing away his weapon and choosing Non-Violence and ultimately being saved by (a father's) Love. That's kind of a radical notion for the 2020s let alone the 1980s. Props to George Lucas for that unconventional twist there. I almost feel like this doesn't get talked about enough compared to other aspects of Lucas' philosophy or themes in the films.

The Battle of Endor still is one of the best space battles I've ever seen. I do think the Battle of Scarif in Rogue One is probably on-par with it, but for the 1980s it's so impressive what they were able to achieve with the technology then. Also my favorite minor character of the series is Admiral Ackbar. I'm glad my son enjoyed him as well (also I felt his costume held up better in HD than the ANH alien rubber mask costumes). I wish he had his own spin-off show or movie tbh.

Overall Thoughts

I was so happy to finally be able to share this treasured part of my childhood with my son, and he seemed to take as much enjoyment from them as I did. He still asks to read the books at bedtime and we have been trying to branch out and get more Star Wars books about the Prequels and Sequels. As far as toys goes, he likes LEGO in general so we've got him a couple of Star Wars LEGO sets. It's a far cry from the collection of action figures and space ships I had in the mid-80s, but he enjoys it.

Next Star Wars to Show Him

I think that I would like to show him some of the Prequels next. Those were never my favorites, but maybe they will appeal to him at his age? The prequels were released when I was in HS/College and already had a lot of head-canon for what I thought would be in them from the EU and other sources. Maybe the Clone Wars animated show would be appropriate? I've never actually seen it myself so don't know if it's good for him to watch, maybe it's more for older kids?

I think Rogue One is also a natural fit with the Original Trilogy, but that's probably a bit too dark/adult for him right now I think. I do wonder if there are any good sanitized kids picture books about it though 😂

[countessofravenclaw]

¡Sí! - La Trinidad del Amor: Chapter four

In life, nothing is sure… but you always count on one thing. True Love, the ones who have it are the luckiest people in the world. Not everyone does… but the people in our story do. They fought through Fire, They fought through an ocean, They fought through the sun and the moon. There are six of them, and they form a trinity, the trinity of true love

Okay, here is the second part of the Simbar wedding, the actual wedding day. ¡Sí! - La Trinidad del Amor started as a gift for @putonmyfavoriteshow as the first chapter is dedicated to her but I wanna say that this chapter especially is also dedicated to her and all the other Simbar and Ambar lovers on the internet. She finally gets the happiness she deserves.

¿Alguna vez hubieras pensado que, dado el lugar donde comenzamos, tú y yo éramos una oportunidad de encontrarnos?

“Well guitarista, I am pretty sure this is the best you have ever looked,” Matteo shouted to Simon from the bed in the hotel room after the hairstylist had finished with Simon’s hair, “It was totally worth it to it being necessary for four of us to hold you down so you wouldn’t move. But that’s the price of beauty.”

“Matteo, leave him alone,” Gastón remarked from next to Matteo, even if he also seemed to be on the prink of laughing. Ramiro and Nico had not even tried to keep it and were already folding over from laughter on the couch. 

“You guys will be the death of me,” Simon turned back to ward the mirror and stared at his image for a moment. Delfi had been in charge of the men’s wardrobe under Ambar’s direction. Simon and all of his groomsmen were going to be wearing honey-colored bowties accompanied by white dress shirts and black tuxedos. “Pedro, can you give me that notebook from the nightstand?”

“Here you go,” Pedro, his best man, brought his lyrics notebook to him. Simon had written his vows in there, mostly because he wanted them to be in a safe place so he wouldn’t lose them, but also because he didn’t want Ambar to see them and he had a very annoying habit of leaving loose papers all over the place. “Thanks. I just wanna go over them one more time.”

There was a knock on the door once Simon finished reading the vows in his head. They were perfect. He was really looking forwards to getting to say them to Ambar. He looked up as Pedro walked over to open the door.

“Okay, we just got Abuela, Mom and Dad to the ceremony venue,” Rico and Julio came through the door, “Mom has probably already cried like five times.”

“Already?”

“Yeah,” Julio threw himself on the couch, “the first time was when she was looking at your baby pictures with Abuela, the second and maybe the third one was when she saw us in tuxedos. I don’t even know why she cried for the last times.”

“This is your fault Simon, she is gonna be like the whole week at least.” Rico came to him and playfully punched him on the shoulder, “Well, anyways, you have finally become a man. Congratulations.”

Simon chuckled. Rico has terrible at expressing emotion. “I love you too, Rico. And you Julio.”

There was another knock on the door. Simon turned towards it confused. They were not expecting anyone else…

“I came to inspect the groom!” Jazmin burst in as Pedro opened the door. Jazmin was already in full bridesmaid costume, with a full-length shampanja colored dress with a V-neck and her red hair on a braided bun on the top of her head and decked out in gold accessories. Simon knew what the bridesmaids would be wearing since Luna had been sending him a lot of pictures. Ambar had apparently banned everyone from showing any pictures to their significant other, so Luna had said that she needed to gush about how pretty the dress was to someone. 

Jazmin determinedly made her way to Simon and gave him a thorough “pat down” with her eyes. Simon tried to look for help from the other people in the room but they just all gave him the “It’s Jazmin, don’t question it” look.

“You’ll have to do,” Jazmin said and simply walked ot the door.

“Uhmm, did I pass the inspection?” Simon wondered out loud as he sat back down on the armchair.

“I would say yes, but it is Jazmin. You can never tell.” Gastón remarked.

“Maybe this has something to do with that Ambar asked me to burn your beanies,” He heard Matteo continue.

“What?”

“Nevermind. Nothing. Look at the time.”

“Matteo is right,” Pedro said looking at the clock on the wall, “time to get you ready Simon. It’s already over 11 pm.” The ceremony would be starting at 12:30 sharp. 

“Lets get the coat,” Pedro came over with Simon’s tuxedo jacket and helped in on him. The buteneirs were on a tray that had been delivered very early in the morning, Pedro, as the best man took care of Simon’s while everyone else attached their own to the coats.

“Well, it seems like Simon will be the first one of us to sign up for the life “prison” sentence”, Ramiro joked patting Simon on the back, “Good luck to you. Have fun no longer being a free man.”

“Well thank you!” Simon laughed, “I’ll send you my report from jail as soon as I get there. But hey! I won’t be lonely for long, Gastón is joining me there very soon.”

“I’m looking forwards to some tips.” Gastón smiled at him. 

“Okay, gentleman.” Pedro cleared his throat, “I think it is starting to be the time for us to pick up our ladies from the bride’s room, so Simon, best of luck to you. We’ll see you at the altar in an hour.” 

“Okay, bring it you guys,” Nico said before everyone walked out of the door.

“To Simon and Ambar!” All the guys pulled him into a huge group hug. 

After Simon was left alone in his room, he sat down on the bed and looked out through the window. This was it. In an hour he’d see Ambar walking down to aisle to him. Soon she’d be his wife, his forever. 

***

“Now take a deep breath, since we’ll do the hairspray next,” Ambar’s hairstylist said as she pinned the last curl in place. “It’ll be windy on the beach so we really need to make sure it’ll last.”

Ambar took a deep breath as the smell of hairspray surrounded her. The hairstylist pinned the last curls in place and then placed a golden diadem, which had white flowers on it, on her head. Ambar had hand-picked all her jewelry which had taken a couple of months, but she had finally found everything she had been looking for. 

“I pinned it very tight, so it is not falling off, but still please refrain from banging your head side to side like you would be in a rock concert. If something dislodges here, it’ll take everything with it, otherwise, we are done”

“You know, my future husband is a musician but I highly doubt that this will result into a rock concert,” Ambar laughed. She turned towards the mirror and gasped lightly. Her hair was on a half up half down look with a lot of tight curls and the makeup, which had been done a little earlier, was a perfect mix of golden and glowy. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

“Ambar, you look perfect,” Delfi said as she was helping Ambar put the rest of the jewelry on, “You look like a literal goddess.”

“Don’t excatarate.” Ambar rolled her eyes smiling. 

“Well, will I do?” She turned around in the chair and faced all of her bridesmaids who had been getting ready at the same time as her. Now they were all sitting in a row on the bed —all except Jazmin who had run off to some mission of her own right after her hair and makeup had been done. 

“Simon won’t be able to keep it together. You are so beautiful cousin,” Luna gasped. 

“Thanks Luna,” Ambar reached over to take her hand, “Thank you for everything you have done. I literally could have not done any of this without you.”

“Okay, I am done.” Jazmin had appeared through the door.

“What were you doing?”

“Well, I had to make sure he wasn’t wearing a beanie. There is no way I could have let you say “I do” to him if he had.”

“Well, I am glad he didn’t,” Ambar laughed. 

Knock, knock. Someone was knocking on the door maybe 30 minutes later.

“Who is it?” Luna asked as she walked towards the door. Luna had been the one who had taken the Groom must not see the bride before the wedding thing the most seriously. 

“The best man.”

Luna opened the door and Pedro came in with the rest of the groomsmen.

“We came to fetch the bridesmaids.”

“Well, looking good Ambar. Simon is definitely gonna flip,” Matteo said walking over to Ambar, “It’ll be a good thing if he gets his vows out. And you look gorgeous as well, Chica Delivery,” Matteo said turning his attention towards Luna.

“Matteo, stop flirting with my maid of honor,” Ambar rolled her eyes, “this is my wedding.”

“I think it is time for us to go,” Delfi pointed out.

“She is right,” Luna agreed. “We just need the bouquets. Hey!! I didn’t forget!” she jumped excitedly as all the girls went to pick up their own bouquet of white roses from the table. 

“Lets go,” Pedro said offering his arm to Luna. 

“Good luck.” Delfi quickly said to Ambar before taking up the arm Matteo was offering to her.” 

It took five minutes for everyone to file out of the room. Ambar took a deep breath and sat back down, appreciating the last moment of peace and quiet until the wedding would officially start. 

She was of course looking forward to it immensely. She had been dreaming on this day for so long.

“To me, it seems the time to dress the bride,” Sarah came through the door with her wedding dress.

Ambar stood up and took her robe off and Sarah helped her into the gown and started buttoning the buttons, which trailed all through the back of the dress. After that, she put on her bronze-colored shoes and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Somehow the dress looked even better than the last time she had tried it on. The golden trim on the hem would look absolutely gorgeous in the sun. 

She looked at the clock. 25 minutes until the ceremony was set to begin so she needed to start making her way toward the venue. She would be walking herself down the aisle. She grapped her own bouquet which was much more elaborate than the ones her bridesmaids had with white roses and gold leaves.

She was ready. Ready to become Mrs. Alvarez.

***

Simon arrived at the ceremony venue 45 minutes before the ceremony was set to begin. He stopped at the end of the aisle and looked around. The ceremony was taking place on the seaside shore of Cancun. There were a bunch of arches that were full of white and pink roses. The altar was on a raised platform where there was a gazebo with white veils. Simon had last seen the venue two days ago when it had not yet been 100 % set up. 

It was absolutely beautiful.

He started walking down the aisle throwing greetings to all of his relatives who were already seated. 

“I can’t believe this day has really come,” his parents came up to him as we walked up to the altar, “We were just teaching you how to walk, and now you are getting married.” Carla started to get tears in her eyes again. 

“Mom, can you at least try to keep it together before the ceremony?” There was a fat chance of that ever happening. Simon very vividly remebered how much Mom had cried during Maya’s wedding.

“Simon!” After his parents, he was pulled into a crushing hug by his aunt, Alice Vargas. “I'm sorry we weren’t able to see you earlier, but we were just able to come over yesterday. We would never miss your wedding. You remember Agustin?” Alice gestured over to her husband. She had moved to Buenos Aires in her early twenties, and Simon had not met his uncle that many times.

“Simon, very good to see you!” Alice’s son, Simon’s only cousin from his mother’s side, appeared from behind his parents with a girl wearing a violet dress who Simon vaguely recognized.

“Leon, good to see you too. Glad to see you made it, I know that you are very busy.” Simon’s cousin Leon was also a musician with a popular band. They had never been that close as kids since Leon had grown up in Buenos Aires. They had kind of reconnected after Roller band had taken off. 

“We finished a tour a month ago, so I definitely had time for this, Primo.”

“I have been following All Four You, you are really doing amazing.”

“I could say the same about you.” Leon leaned closer to him, “Lets get you married first, but after that we could maybe talk about a collaboration.”

“Sounds good. I’ll call you after the honeymoon.”

“Oh, and this is Violetta.” Leon said gesturing to the girl next to her.

Violetta Castillo? Simon realized finally where he had seen her. She was that known Argentinian singer. Was she Leon’s girlfriend, since according to his memory she and Leon both had gone to that same music school? 

“We better sit down,” Leon said looking around, “Lets talk more later.”

Simon did not have a watch but his gut told him that it was almost time. His gut had been right as he saw Maya walking Valeria, who was the flower girl, to the end of the aisle. 

The music started playing, and Simon took a deep breath. Ambar had chosen an instrumental arrangement of the song Reflection for her to walk down the aisle to. Simon knew that Matteo had a bet with his brothers about how long it would take before he cried. He honestly didn’t know how long he would last.

Valeria was the first one down the aisle. She was skipping happily and throwing flower petals everywhere. She was the cutest thing in existence. Her good behavior must have been a huge relief to Maya, even if Simon had personally never once doubted it. Valeria made it in the end of the aisle, but instead of going to her father like in the rehearsals, she ran up to Simon and gave him a small hug before skipping happily to Antonio. 

Then came the bridal party. Rico and Julio came first walking Maria and Rika. Then came Gastón with Nina. Ambar had made the wedding party order into a bit of a math problem since there were more girls in the group than guys, even with the addition of his siblings. She had ended up finding a quite creative solution. 

Next one down the aisle were Jim and Yam. After they had expressed their desire to walk down the aisle together, the end solution had been to have both Nico and Ramio walk Jazmin down the aisle. 

From the looks of it, as the trio was coming down, Jazmin had nothing against it. And it would not look that out of place as the couples had been mixed up anyway since Luna and Pedro were the maid of honor and the best man, so Matteo had been left walking Delfi down the aisle. 

Luna flashed him a huge smile as she came down the aisle with Pedro. 

The music slowed down and… and Simon was blinded by a very bright light as his heart skipped a beat. 

She was so beautiful. Ambar stood at the end of the aisle and started walking slowly toward him. 

Honestly, he must have blacked out for a while because all a sudden she was just a mere five meters away from him. His breath got hitched in his throat as he stepped down from the platform to meet her. She was even more beautiful from up close. He extended his hand to her and she took it and he led her to the altar. 

“Good day.” She smiled at him after having handed her bouquet to Luna.

“Same to you.” he took her hands on his and leaned to her ear and whispered, “You are so beautiful.”

“Ladies and Gentleman, friends and family,” the officiant started speaking, “We are here today…”

Simon felt like he couldn’t hear anything that the officiant was saying since he just got lost in Ambar’s eyes. He finally came back to the present as Pedro came behind him giving him his notebook as it was the time for the vows. 

He knew the vows by heart at this point, but he still opened the notebook, because he was afraid that he would just stumble over his words if he tried to go off book. 

“Ambar, to be honest, eight years ago, I would have never imagined being standing here. I think you can relate to this. At the time we didn’t know each other, and even after I met you, I never could have predicted this. But today, there is no other place I’d rather be”

“I’m the one who has been granted the special glimpse to the smart, funny, and sensitive woman that you are. The girl who is under that tough and absolute badass woman that you also are. You know what you want and are not afraid to take it. You have taught me so much about what it is to go above and beyond for what you want.”

“I love you, and I promise I’ll be there on your side, whatever we face. I’ll promise to listen to you talk about legal jargon that I totally don’t understand. You are the one for me. Not just because you allowed me to help you, when you were at your lowest, but also because you always wanted me. You didn’t want the stars from the sky, or the peak of Mount Everest, you wanted me. I love you, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

He gave his notebook back to Pedro and looked back at Ambar, who was smiling at him widely. Luna came behind her, handing Ambar a piece of paper. It was time for Ambar’s vows. Simon was sure he wasn’t going to be able to keep it together. 

“Simon, I would be lying if I said that I always knew that this was my future. But I also would be lying if I said that I haven’t been dreaming of this moment for a long time. Our journey started when I threw your best friend into a pool and it led us here, back to Cancun, back to this beach, where we will be united.”

“You have been the one who guided me to the right track. You always saw the person who was inside me, the one even I didn’t know existed. I learned to be myself, I learned to forgive myself. With you I know that the only one I need be is the one I can be, not the one I thought I should be. I can be loved just as I am, and I don’t need to change, I don’t need to be perfect. You love me and that's enough.”

“You are selfless and kind, and always put everyone before yourself. You don’t judge. You are the only one I love, the one who showed me the light. Simon, you saved me. I am going to be there for you when you become a world-famous musician. I am your biggest fan, and I will keep being that. Where ever roller band goes, I will follow. All because I love you, and there is no question about that, not ever and definitely not today.”

Simon felt a couple of tears falling on his cheek and he hastily wiped them away as the officiant took over. Pedro was in charge of the rings which he now presented to the officiant.

“Simon Diego Alvarez, do you take Ambar Esmeralda Smith, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Simon answered and took the ring from the officiant and slid it on Ambar’s finger. 

“Ámbar Esmeralda Smith, do you take Simon Diego Alvarez to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Ambar answered and slid the ring on Simon’s finger. 

The officiant smiled. “It is my great pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Alvarez. You may kiss the pride.”

Simon didn’t need to be told twice and neither did Ambar. Her hand her round his neck in a second and her took her by the waist, taking her lips into his, kissing his wife for the very first time.

***

“Now both raise your gazes towards the sunset,” the photographer directed Simon and Ambar as they were taking the wedding pictures after the ceremony. 

Simon twirled her swiftly around to face her as the photographer snapped some more shots.

“Wait!” they both jumped as Jazmin’s voice rang in the salty sea air, “just hold on for a moment,” Jazmin ran over and came to fix Ambar’s skirt’s hem and then turned around to fix Simon’s bow time, “proceed.”

“Next, both look towards the horizon, and the groom put your hands on bride’s shoulders,” the photographer said and Ambar and Simon turned towards the ocean. The sun was still high in the sky, which gave the pictures optimal lighting. They would be taking some sunset pictures later too, but now was the time for the official shots. “And now as you are both looking at the beautiful sea, think about freedom.”

Freedom? Ambar smiled shortly. These were wedding pictures and freedom was not exactly how you’d describe marriage. Simon was the love of her life and she wouldn’t trade this for anything, but it was still far from freedom.

“Okay, thats it for the only two of you,” the photographer snapped that last shot, “Now lets some shots of the wedding party. First, I want the bride and groom with the flower girl.”

“Go to Uncle Simon and Aunt Ambar,” Maya urged Valeria, who did not need to be told twice as she ran toward them with a big smile on her face. “Make it quick. I am not sure how long she will last before staining that dress.”

Ambar laughed at Maya’s statement, and Valeria obediently stood herself between Ambar and Simon. Ambar quickly straightened the flower crown on her head and the photographer snapped a couple of pictures. 

“If Valeria gets her own pictures, we want ones with just us and Ambar!”

“Girls, calm down, this isn’t about you,” Ambar heard Maya scold Maria and Rika, and tried hard not to smile, those two sometimes really reminded her of herself as a 15-year-old, except that Simon’s little sisters were much better raised that she had been. 

“The photographer will tell us what to do,” Carla joined the conversation, “this is your brother’s wedding, so behave. You’ll be allowed to do whatever you want once you get married yourself.”

“But Dad won’t let us do that until we are 30…”

Ambar saw Simon roll his eyes at his sisters. 

The rest of the pictures got taken without a hitch. They took multiple pictures with the whole wedding party, Simon with his groomsmen and Ambar with her bridesmaids separately. They also took pictures with the whole of Simon’s family and Monica, Miquel, Luna, and Alfredo. 

After maybe an hour's worth of pictures they finally made their way to the venue. The reception was held in the hotel they were all staying at. The tables were set up on the hotel’s huge terrace with a gorgeous seaside view.

Round tables that each seated five to ten people formed a huge half-circle around the dance floor which was in the middle of the terrace. At the side of the dancefloor was a small platform for the band with the instruments. Ambar’s and Simon's table was located right at the edge of the dance floor next to two, bit bigger tables where the wedding party and immediate family would be sitting. 

The tables were decked out with white roses, gold and white plates, golden candles, and golden silverware. 

*

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Pedro had stood up from the wedding party table and picked up the microphone. “On behalf of our lovely Bride and Groom, I hope you are all having a really good time. My name is Pedro and I am the Best Man.”

“So, what can I say about our lovely Bride and Groom? Well, Simon is the star guitarist of the Roller band. Eight years ago, Simon fell from the sky, and by sky, I mean Mexico to help me and Nico in our desperate hour. That's how our band was born. Later we had to house Simon as he had illegally been residing at a warehouse of our lovely bride’s house, yes this is how the romance started. I guess you can blame the maid of honor Luna for that. Simon, you are the heart of the Roller Band and our start guitarist. I honestly wouldn’t know what we would have done without you.” 

“Ambar, I not gonna pretend that we always knew each other well. You were an extremely confident skater, but, and I mean no offense by this, you were not the nicest person. But Simon always believed in you and made us all see the different side of you. And there is no doubt in my mind that you make him extremely happy.”

“As I have gotten to know both of you past these years, I know that you two are the best versions of each other together and bring the best in each other. May no one separate you, since I know that no one can do that, so I don’t recommend trying.”

“So lets all raise our glasses for Simon and Ambar! Quizás sea el momento de tomar un tiempo. Un tiempo de amor!”

Pedro got a round of applause and Simon got up from the table as everyone raised their glasses for them to give Pedro a hug. 

After Pedro’s speech, the dessert course was served. The cake would be cut later, but right now the waiters were bringing slices of chocoflan for everyone. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention!!” As everyone was enjoying their dessert Luna got up from the table and started speaking to the microphone. “Thank you. So after that spectacular speech  by the best man, I need to live up to at least that.”

“So, I am Luna, The Maid of Honor, Ambar’s cousin and Simon’s best friend. First I wanna say that I am practically bursting with joy for the two of you. I’d hug you, but I promised that I wouldn’t accidentally choke you again like I did when Simon proposed. This day has been absolutely beautiful.”

“I don’t know how many of you know that Ambar and I did not know that we were cousins when we met—And Ambar threw me in the pool. Anyways, two of us have bumped heads multiple times in a variety of scenarios. We were rivals on the rink and on the stage, but what we came also to realize multiple times was that we were always better when we worked together. Ambar I love you, you have helped me so much over the years. You make fun of my mismatched socks and are always there if I need someone to talk to. You are one of the hardest workers I have ever met. I am so glad we both found out the truth and each other. You are the only person I would trust Simon to.”

“Simon, Simon Alvarez, I don’t even remember how many years I have known you and I am not going to do the math right now—otherwise we’ll be here until next Wednesday and no one wants that. I also don’t remember how we met, but I will just summarize what I have been told. I was six and me and my parents had just moved to Cancun and Mom was going be working with Simon’s dad. So one day I dropped off at the Alvarez’s house so Maya could babysit me and apparently I was very difficult to manage… I can’t imagine why… but apparently, it all ended in Maya putting me and Simon to face off in twister and so our friendship was born. You were the one who technically though me how to skate, even when you fell more than me and I’ll fight you on that and always make sure that I am not alone. I can trust you, and I can’t think more loyal person.”

“Simon and Ambar, there is honestly nobody who could say that you don’t deserve each other. You love each other. I remember how Simon could talk about Ambar the whole day without even stopping to breathe. You two fought hard for what you have, and you two really deserve this day and the love you have. To Simon and Ambar!!! May the rest of your life be as happy as this day!!”

After the Luna’s Simon’s parents said a few words welcoming Ambar into the family officially. They gave her an aquamarine bracelet, that looked exactly alike to the one Maya had and she had told Ambar that she had been given it on her wedding day and Diego had given Carla one when they had gotten married.

Simon And Ambar had chosen to dance their first to Re-Write the Stars from the Greatest Showman as it was the movie they had gone to see on their first date. The dance was somewhat choreographed, Jim and Ramiro had helped them with it. 

After the dance, a chair was brought for Ambar in front of the stage as Simon, Nico and Pedro got up on it. They played Tiempo Por Amor and the song Simon had sung when he had proposed: Once Upon a Chance. Then Matteo joined them and they played a song that they had collaborated on Matteo’s first album. 

As the boys finished it was time for the Father-Daughter dance. Ambar didn’t know who her father was, and she hadn’t gotten that far with Silvana yet. So she danced the dance with Miquel and Simon’s father. She had ha wanted to include her grandfather as well, but Alfredo had said that he was a bit too old for that kind of dancing and his hip had been acting up again. 

They danced to the song You will be found, from Dear Evan Hansen, which she and Simon had gone to see at New York in 2021 at Nina’s suggestion. The song always made her emotional. 

Simon danced next with his mother to the song from Coco which was his favorite Pixar movie. Simon had asked Luna to sing it for them and watching Simon dance with his mother while listening to Luna singing while Matteo accompanied her brought tears to Ambar’s eyes for the umpteenth time that day. She had the best family in the whole world.

Suddenly the cake was brought out. It was a huge three-tier cake with white frosting with leaf gold patches and white flowers. Simon and Ambar had chosen the cake flavor to be chocolate marble cake with salted caramel frosting. 

After they cut the cake, everything was a blur after that as they danced that night away with a huge amount of their favorite songs, ranging from Abba to their favorite Disney songs. 

The last song of the night was a song called Never in a Million Years from a musical called Prince of Egypt, the revival of which they had seen in the West End two days before Simon had proposed. 

As the sun was going down, there was just one last thing to do. Ambar needed to throw her bouquet. Ambar positioned herself at the center of the dance floor as all the single and unbetrothed ladies were called to line up behind her. Ambar glanced behind her and saw that all of her bridesmaids —with the exception of Nina since she already was supporting an engagement ring— stood in the row with other female guests like many of Simon’s younger female relatives and that date of Simon’s cousin that Simon had not known what their relationship status excatly was.

Ambar turned her head around and closed her eyes and launched the bouquet into the air. She heard lot of yelling, which included Jazming very clearly screaming that it was hers, but finally, the victorious yell came from Luna. Ambar turned around and saw Luna holding the flowers in the air. Amber shot a sly smile at Matteo as this would mean that according to all the laws of the bouquet toss, Luna would be the one to get engaged next. 

***

It started to near 10:30 and all Simon’s relatives with smaller children had already left. Simon pulled Ambar at the side of the patio wrapping his arms around her waits as they stared at the sunset.

“Are you tired?” He asked her. The day had been long, but still definitely the best day of his life.

“Little bit, but definitely not too much,” Ambar said spinning around in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. “The night is far from over.”

“Whatever Ms. Smith wishes—”

“Stop right there!” Ambar said with her lawyer tone, “It is Mrs. Alvarez to you.”

“I guess I have to obey my wife then,” Simon smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her, “I love you.”

“I love you too… my husband.”

And they lived happily ever after… until they traveled to Paris and got transferred back in time shameless plug, it is happening. I hope you all like it and I hope all the Ambar stans don't mind me having her taking on Simon's name.

Additional note: I have Pinterest board for the wedding and a wedding playlist so feel free to check those out if you are craving visual or audio additions for your reading experience

[cjp-film]

Calculated Affection, On Set

Day 1

The first day of shooting started at 10am on the 27th of November, a bit later than we would have hoped. There were issues with booking equipment so the shoot days were pushed back a number of times, which meant there was less time for post production. But spirits were high and we were ready to get going.

The first thing that needed doing was dressing the set, so I began by moving the furniture to where we had planned in the recce. I had noticed that the wall lights were the perfect place to hang the bunting/ disco ball from, as it was fairly central and made a good composition. I also used the fairy lights which were already hung up to fill the space above the wall lights. Francis and I laid the table, spreading half drunk glasses of whiskey and eaten food over the tablecloth. The tablecloth itself was brand new so had quite prominent folds in it that I was worried were going to be too noticeable, but once it was covered in the decorations they were pretty well hidden.

The apple juice/ appletizer were really effective as alcohol in the glass, and I found some lime garnishes to put in the whiskey to make it more believable. We debated for a while if the ‘whiskey’ looked too apple juicy so played around with watering it down, but kept it straight apple juice in the end as it would need to be topped up throughout the shoot. The set ultimately ended up looking like so:

The first scene we shot was the dream sequence, which was meant to take place over the duration of the party, and establish the passing of time. This meant I wasn’t to worry too much about continuity, in fact I could even move the props to make it seem as though drinks had been drunk, etc.

The candles which are lit in the photos were not lit at all during shooting, due to risk assessment guidelines. We only lit them for about 10 minutes before we started so that they looked as though they had been burnt. It was a shame we could not have them lit because they did look very pretty.

Once the camera team had finished lighting the set, the actors were to improvise a sequence to show different scenarios of what might happen between old friends at a party. They looked really good in their costumes, with the matching shirt for the body double. I had sent Charlotte a few reference photos for some makeup and she executed it perfectly. There were a few bits of lighting equipment missing, so we had to improvise…

We needed an orange gel to light Nicola’s shoulder for the OTS shot. Thinking on his toes, max who was gaffer that day, went behind the bar and found a dried orange slice. We taped it to Ina’s phone torch which surprisingly worked perfectly. As I had finished dressing the set at that point I held up the orange slice where it was needed for the rest of the shoot.

We managed to stay on schedule and capture all the coverage we needed, only cutting one or two shots (which were planned to be cut anyway). There was a party in the function room starting at 8pm, which meant we needed to dismantle the set entirely before going home. I saved everything so that the next day would look as similar as possible.

Day 2

My first job before coming to set on the second day was to buy a birthday cake. I had given myself about 45 minutes because I knew I would be indecisive about choosing one. I went to Lidl, Tescos, Sainsburys and then back to Tesco. It was really hard to find one that wasn’t extremely expensive, or for kids. The one I found in Tesco was pretty average, with white icing and rainbow sprinkles. I was debating it for ages because it didn’t have icing around the side, only on top. I thought that this was probably the best I was going to get, as my time was running out. I thought it would look good with candles on anyway.

I arrived on set at 3:15 where I found the rest of the group had been struggling to get access back into the room. It was fine, as we had planned for this - we did not lose any time. Francis and I speedily put the objects back on the table in the same place as the last shot, referring to the photos we had taken the day before. The bunting had fallen down a lot yesterday as it got in the way of lighting setups, so we waited until they were finished to put it back with extra tape.

I searched for where I had kept my second bottle of appletizer/Prosecco, until I saw a half empty bottle in the fridge. The party had seemed to help themselves, which was fine as it was my fault for leaving it behind the bar! The leftover appletizer we has was enough, although it had lost some of its bubbles. A simple top up with soda from the tap was all it needed.

Once the set was ready looking the same as the day before, the camera team began the dolly shots. The annoying thing about this sequence was some of the props kept blocking the actors faces during the movement. It would be quite distracting sometimes, so we had to adjust the camera positioning.

The cake was needed next. I went to prepare it, putting the candles on in a circle around the edge. In this scene it is carried out while the party sings happy birthday. The candles were allowed to be lit as they were blown out within a matter of seconds. This of course took a number of takes, which meant that the candles got shorter and shorter each time, which may have been an issue with continuity at a certain point. I did have to run to the shop next door and grab another pack. For one of the master shots, the candles needed to be lit halfway through a take, which was difficult due to the sound of the lighter.

The cake. ⬆️

Overall, I was happy with my work over the two days of shooting. We worked really well together as a crew and I look forward to seeing the final result on the screen.

BTS photos:

OSP and FW

[hauntedkingdomprincess]

When you have that perfectly delicious thought, an impossible imagining that twinges at your core, and now you can't unwant it

More below...#NSFW #horny thoughts #first ever fic #be kind, please. #second person tense #thought I'd give it a try... #fan fic virgin #first go

You are finally here in this room with me. The room is darkened, the only light diffused in shades of blue, pink and grey -white, the city lights outside illuminating a placeless hotel room streaming in and catching reflective sparks of lust and sensuality in your eyes. Your black clothes and boots are discarded around the room - tossed aside in wild abandon as we desperately fumbled to feel each other's skin unencumbered; now, you have me exactly where you want me - naked and slick - feverish at the embrace of your lithe body. I am your private reward after so much emotional pain. Your scars trace a map of these ordeals - scars I delicately kiss in acknowledgement of your strength and courage. Now, with me, you can forget the suffering and relish in the release you are craving with my body.

You are sensually kissing my neck, tasting my sweat-slicked skin, embracing me fully - delicately at first, then slowly and insistingly thrusting - all the way inside to the steady thrum of the music. Your arms and legs are wrapped around me in a quasi lotus position as i sit astride you on the centre of the bed. I've thought about this moment so much that I can not help but bite down gently and then kiss your toned shoulder in ecstasy as we move in a delicious and steady rhythm. Your touch is all i have craved for months. Your legs, your perfect ass, your blue eyes staring at me in joyful lust, rendering me so exposed and vulnerable at your intimate touch. Your toned arms pull me closer still, claiming me as yours at last, after all this waiting to come undone together; I feel your hands running down my back, grabbing my ass and thighs as you push deeper and deeper into me with soft moans that achingly voice your need for me.

I gasp, I clamp down, as I feel your deep throbs growing further as we near orgasm; my skin prickles as your warmth gushes in to me and a cry escapes my throat in response to your pulsating cock. You cry out - spending yourself - clamping your hand on my hips to push your gush all the way in. I still try to move, bucking at your throbbing thickness and completing in our second gasping wave of pleasure, coming at the feeling of your juices and spasms pulsating through my core. We kiss - a deep wet kiss that abandoned form for sheer depth of satisfaction. You stare lovingly into my eyes as I run my fingers through your sweat-slicked hair, not wanting to move from this perfect moment, when i finally had you and you me.

The thought that we will be doing this again and again lingers... promising the joy of your body as my place of nightly worship.

#First time ever writing a short fiction #be kind #sexy thoughts #need this #inspired by music thrum #luke skywalker smut #first person with Luke #jedi blacks #post-ROTJ #sensual hook up #sexual healing

[pumpkinsy0]

haitian shepards strap in my lil sonic rings

•okok ALL the shepards know how to do meringue (thats angelas favorite)

•ok i already established before that their mom would leave to go to haiti for the carnivals (do not ask about where the money came from) so she would always record them for memories sake and they would all go ahead and just watch them to look at all the pretty costumes and dances

•angela would literally ALWAYS b entranced by the dancers and sometimes she would take her moms old dresses she had back in haiti (they dont fit her anymore so angela keeps em now) and try to dance like them just bc

•she loves the way the dress twirls ok????

•fun fact: the videos were the way she found out how to do the danse paysanne and tchaka dances :D

•ANGELA WEARS WAIST BEADS IDC IDC

•this is more of a general afro caribbean hc BUT their mom ALWAYS wears a headwrap, angela stole one of em and she looks very pretty in em

•quick #shepardfamilyhistorymoment but their great grandma on their mothers side actually practiced haitian vodou, their mom wants to do it but its honestly not that easy and u have to b careful when doing it so she cant just search it up rlly

•tim can dance compa shhhhhhh

•curly can do it too but hes just clumsy as hell but its ok king🤞🏽

•a BIG part of the reason y tim values his family is bc in haitian culture its pretty much family above all, somethin like that, and his mom instilled that in his head, it was also instilled in her head when she was younger, so on and so forth

•OK SO QUICK FUN FACT zombies actually come from haitian culture, not from hollywood guys, remember that, BUT YEA at some point all the shepard kids dressed as zombies :D

•AIGHT SO when their mom first moved to america ppl werent rlly proud to say that they were haitian but it makes her happy to see that things r changing n stuff and tim, curly, and angela dont hide it :)

•so theres ALSO a soup called tchaka and like some haitians dont make it bc its tied to the loa in vodou (haitian gods/spirits of haitian vodou) but some ppl do for either offerings to them or just bc yknow…its food, and sometimes their parents get into a fucking argument bc their mom is literally just making the soup as food but their dad doesnt want to bc of the whole tied to the loa thing

•when someone makes poule en sauce PLEASE b prepared for them to run to the kitchen crazily, they love it sm

•they still eat that shit up so i mean🤷🏽‍♀️

•curly mostly makes haitian desserts idc idc (mostly its coconut flan, haitian french toast, askan, n other stuff

•he makes the best gateau au beurre (literally rum cake) and chokola ayisyen i just know it guys trust me u guys have to try it, even tim ask him to make ot sometimes

•their dad makes stuff like haitian lemonade, beignets, and gateau ayisyen zoranj (traditional haitian cake)

•they ALL know how to make kremas its canon now

•when they make food tim shares it w the shepard gang and they love the food idc idc

ALRIGHT thats it for now but i might make more later

if u dont interact w this post ill take it that ur anti black/hj🤞🏽

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Flying Blind: Chapter 2, Meeting the Bats

“Bunnyx? Should I be concerned?” Ladybug asked, turning to look at the person behind her. Bunnyx was obviously a good five or so years older than the rest of the team, and Batman would have shrugged it off if it weren’t for the next words from Bunnyx’s mouth.

“Nah, I wanted to be at this meeting since current me wasn’t.” Bunnyx pulled up a chair and flipped it backwards to sit on it that way. “To explain, Batman, I can’t tell them too much or the timeline would become unstable, and that really isn’t good. I help where I can and where they are going astray from the correct timeline.”

“Who is to say the correct timeline?” Robin asked. “Couldn’t you nudge it into a more favorable outcome?”

“Not without disappearing. Back to the Future style.” Bunnyx commented bitterly. “Been there, almost disappeared, it sucked. But I can tell you this, LB, it’s okay to trust them with the info you’ve got so far. They’re very helpful.”

“Thanks Bunnyx. Sticking around?” Ladybug asked, handing them a plate with some pastries.

“For the best pastries in Paris for free? Yes, for sure.” Bunnyx started laughing as they took the plate and took a few steps back. “I’m probably gonna let you all strategize without me though, I just wanted to hear the convo I missed the first time ‘round.”

“Oh please, you know they would feed every one of you guys for free if you asked. Unless you’ve had a falling out in the future I don’t currently know about?” Ladybug teased, loosening up more than she had so far.

“Nah, but at the point I’m at, I’m trying not to drain them, you have no idea how much time travel makes you hungry.” Bunnyx chuckled. “Besides, with the rest of these guys stopping by constantly, I’m surprised they even manage to make any money.”

Ladybug shook her head but didn’t comment, turning back to Batman and sighing. “We also have a friend who cannot always help out in battle for civilian reasons. That is Tempest, who has the ability to transform into three different forms; lightning, air, and water.”

“And you’re all about the same age?” Batman asked, his frown deepening.

“More or less, within about a year and a half from oldest to youngest.” Chat confirmed as Ladybug nodded. “We try not to advertise our real ages for both identity reasons, and to try and control just how many people don’t want us doing this due to our ages.”

“And you have no mentor? No Adult to pull you out if things get rough?” Batman’s voice was incredulous, and he sat up even straighter in his seat.

“Unless you count Bunnyx who jumps back from the future now and then to check in.” Chat joked, poking said hero in the ribs.

“Watch it, Kitty-Cat, I can and will send my younger self something embarrassing about you.” Bunnyx slapped his hand away, but sounded bored.

“Who gave you your powers then? You said before that you got your abilities from items?” Robin asked, leaning forward and bracing his arms on the table.

“Like I said, he gave up his memories to protect more of the artifacts.” Ladybug sighed, “The items in question are individually called the Miraculous. There is a box that I have custody of that usually holds them. I won’t say how many there are. Right now I’m letting each person here use one, Chat and I were picked by the former Guardian. When Hawkmoth found out the identity of the former Guardian, he attempted to find out our identities too and wanted to steal the box for himself.” Ladybug stood and began to pace slightly in the little room there was. “During the battle, Chat and I were able to retrieve the contents, and the former Guardian transferred his title to me. The magic of the Miraculous wiped his memories to keep the secrets of the Miraculous from ever being taken from him.”

“So not only are you a superhero as a teenager, but you guard a set of ancient artifacts that each hold incredible power?!” Batman stood abruptly. “If there is some sort of title involved, who gave that title to your mentor?”

“People who are a combination of long gone or not welcome here due to antiquated ways.” Ladybug snapped harshly. “Do not presume to know what is going on with us. Age does not mean wisdom, just that you assume you know what is best for other people.”

Batman took a step back and sighed. “I am angry on your behalf that you were put under this amount of pressure.” He took a moment to calm himself and shook his head. “Am I correct to assume that Hawkmoth is of a similar age to me?”

Ladybug studied Batman for a few moments, sharing glances with a few of the other teammates who all made some sort of gesture or facial expression that they understood among themselves. “Roughly, yes, we cannot be precise but I would judge you and him to be within 3 or so years of each other.”

“What other information do you have? We might be able to help figure him out.”

“It will be difficult, the magic of the Miraculous makes it difficult to pinpoint an identity, and tends to make you want to drop the search. Although, there are some exceptions. Rena figured Carapace out after meeting him in the mask twice.” Ladybug pointed out. At that comment, Rena chuckled and elbowed a blushing Carapace.

“Not fair, LB, you know why it was that easy for her to figure me out.” Carapace muttered, pulling his hood lower over his face.

“My point is, maybe someone with an outside perspective would be able to push past it.” Ladybug shook her head at her friends. “Here, this has everything we’ve observed about Hawkmoth, and information that will help you to identify him more easily. Some of that information covers Miraculous holders in general from our own observations about ourselves. Don’t look into our identities with this, just Hawkmoth.”

“What kind of information?” Batman asked, taking the flash drive.

“How much of a height difference we have when we transform, how much things like hair and eye color change, Chat is an exception for the eyes part.” Chat gave a bow as Ladybug said his name. “It also has Hawkmoth’s approximate measurements from what I’ve been able to figure out the few times we’ve seen him in person. He’s a very tall, slender man.”

Batman handed the flash drive to Robin, who plugged it into a screen on his glove, asking quietly, “Hmmm, how accurate are these measurements and how did you get them?”

“I’m good at sizing people, there’s a civilian reason for it that I won’t name. I could probably give you yours if you wanted.” Ladybug chuckled.

“She’s nearly dead-on, actually, I’ve seen it in action.” Chat added, smirking. “Like that time she figured out who was who at a costume party.”

“That was one time and it was a bet, King Monkey should have known better than to challenge me, he’s known me for years.” Ladybug sniffed. “Besides, it was a good team-building exercise for me to identify you guys in the crowd while you switched costumes.”

“Team building exercise?” Batman seemed unconvinced.

“We’d only just decided that we all needed to know who each other were. So we went to a big costume party with several quick change outfits and tried to identify each other so we’d always know who was who even if we switched Miraculi.” Ladybug explained.

“You all know each other as civilians?” Robin asked, looking shocked.

“After what happened with the former Guardian, I was rather… Stressed and didn’t have a way to tell anyone why it was so bad, so I confided in Rena, and she basically told me that it was time we all knew each other. She’d known Carapace from the start and he found out about her shortly after, so it was something that just made sense. We coordinate better now and know what’s going on in each other’s lives and can adjust for it.” Ladybug shrugged. “We know if one of us is sick, or busy, or can’t get away from civilian life long enough to handle Akuma’s now. We’re more coordinated in our plans and can cover for each other both as heroes and civilians.”

“Do your families know you’re all doing this?” Batman asked quietly, seeming to think about the situation.

“One of us has parents that know, I won’t say who.” Ladybug crossed her arms and stared the Bat down.

“And what do they think?”

Chat chucked, “They’ve basically adopted everyone who wasn’t their kid already and told everyone to stop by anytime. They also keep an eye on the news and give excuses for the one that’s their kid to make sure they get to be at Akuma fights when they’re needed for it.”

“They also offered to patch us up if there’s ever an injury that the Cure doesn’t fix. We haven’t run into that problem yet though.” Honey Bee added, making a gesture like she would start touching up her manicure before being stopped short by her gloves. “By the way, Bug, you need to teach us how to adjust our suits manually, you said there was a way.”

“That’s an entire Saturday on it’s own, Bee, save it for the next girl’s day.” Ladybug waved her off casually.  “Now, I’m sure you guys have what you need to start the investigation with you?”

“Yes, we’ll keep you posted.” Batman held out a comm unit to Ladybug. “The batteries last three days, if it takes longer than that I can meet you here to switch out. It’s also undetectable while you’re wearing it and muting it and turning it on and off is intuitive.”

“MmmmHmmm, I’m willing to bet it’s also a tracker. Pegasus, take a look?” She passed the device to said hero and he plugged it into a small tablet he pulled out of a pocket.

“There is the ability for it to track movements, but that was disabled before I even touched it.” Pegasus handed it and Ladybug tucked it into her ear, testing the settings a bit before leaving it muted but on.

“I know how important secret identities are, the tracker is only in there because it’s the same type as what Robin uses and I’d rather not have him injured somewhere and not be able to get ahold of him.”

“I still don’t like the tracker either, B.” Robin muttered, causing the Miraculous holders to chuckle.

“We can track each other when we’re suited up.” Ladybug swept a hand around the group. “It’s useful to know when each other is on the way or where someone is when you need to meet up.”

“Anyway, we all have places to be, so we’ll check in once and a while through LB to see how it’s going.” Chat said, cleaning off the table and tucking the dishes back into the baskets they came from. “Bee, here’s yours, I think you’ll be missed sooner.” He passed one off the Honeybee who promptly zipped away on her top, waving as she passed over the building. “LB, delicious as always, I need to convince them to teach me their ways.” He sighed, handing Ladybug a basket.

“Don’t be shy, if you ask I’m sure they’d show you. They don’t have anyone willing to take over when they retire, and it might be good for you to have a job like a normal person.” She laughed, taking the larger basket and setting it on the ground before wiping down the table with a cloth she’d pulled out.

“Don’t think I won’t… Next time I’m home alone for the weekend, I’m there.” He laughed and collapsed the table after she wiped it. One by one, the other Miraculous holders put away the chairs and helped Chat wrangle the table into it’s storage shed.

“How often do you guys do this?” Robin asked, watching as the other heroes took off in separate directions.

“As often as we have the time and can get away from our civilian lives. Since we all know each other, it isn’t as hard as it was.” Ladybug shrugged, ruffling Chat’s hair.

“We keep it to a reasonable amount of time and not everyone is always able to make it, but it’s always a nice way to get in some bonding time with the team.” Chat added, pushing Ladybug’s hand off of him. “We’re basically family to each other at this point, so we don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t spend time together. I gotta run, it’s almost time for my next thing.” He sighed and launched himself up with his stick, waving at them and running across the rooftops.

“We’ll be in contact, and I’ll be listening on the comm.” Ladybug pointed to her ear where the device was invisible to any who didn’t know it was there.

With that, the rest of the remaining heroes left, leaving Batman and Robin in a closed-off alley with a beautiful garden and a small shed. “Want me to check what else is in the shed?” Robin asked after making sure his comm was muted.

“No, there was nowhere to hide anything, it’s only big enough for the stuff that’s in there and they left it open the whole time we were talking.” Batman sighed and looked at the sky that was going pink with dusk. “Let’s get to the hotel.”

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Mickey’s House of Villains (Patreon Review for WeirdKev27): It’s Our House Now!

Happy Halloween all you happy people! It’s finally here, the last and best day of spooky season and i’m going out with a bang. Since Kev wanted to cover the holdiay movies too that means we’re getting one last trip to the House of Mouse as Jafar takes the stage and takes control. It’s a battle for the soul of the house of mouse and I figured with all the disney content I covered it made a perfect fit to close out what’s been a truly awesome halloween with this DTV classic that, much like HOM itself is weirdly not on Disney+. 

Before we get started though I had a bit of a problem going into this one as Kev had me review the other Halloween episodes and I didn’t realize a few of the shorts from those were ALSO in this special when taking it on. Thankfully ther’es more than enough shorts I HAVNE’T covered, as well as the wraparound ,to give me content for a review but I realized anyone coming into this fresh would be unfairly punished for not having read my previous work. And that’s no fun.  So i’m going to copy the reviews for those shorts into this review. I could’ve done so without saying anything.. but I felt I should be honest if i’m going ot recycle content. This way new readers get those reviews too and old readers can just skip over them to the next short. Given the wraparounds not only a show stopper but the main event here, i’l lbe doing the shorts first. So join me under the cut for some Halloween havoc as we bravely venture into the house of villians. 

Trick or Treat: Donald’s Well Deserved Compupance

Our first of three theatrical shorts, this one is an utter classic. I watched it for the first time last Halloween and it’s become a Halloween Tradition for me and I hope to keep it one to watch it every year. 

Like most classic shorts it has a simple setup: the boys, who are in UTTERLY adorable costumes (a devil, a pumpkin head and a ghost) are trick or treating and go to Donald who , true to form for the time, is a massive dick and puts fire crackers in their bags, because nearly blowing up children for a cheap laugh wasn’t considered child abuse back then. Simpler times. 

A witch named Hazel...

Has been watching the boys. have fun for her own amusment...

And tricks Donald for them, scaring the heck out of him with a delightful array of ghoulies while the wonderful title song plays. I was annoyed at first because they cut the title card, something they did with theatrical shorts for time constraints, but forgot there’s a whole jaunty sequence for it. It’s spooktacular and successfully gets Donald to do the right thing.. until the Witch makes the mistake of calling Donald weak. If you want to piss Donald off hit him in the ego, it’s a really large, incredibly easy to hit target. So he swallows the key instead to keep the kids from treats they rightfully deserve after he nuked the others. 

So Hazel makes him dance, literally with his legs in a fun sequence, trying to KICK IT OUT OF HIS STOMACH

Before giving up and just having Donald run at the pantry full force. The kids get their treats and Donald gets tricked and we get an amazing short. The visuals are great, the performances are charming> It’s peak asshole donald and good boy nephews with a wonderful guest character. What more could you ask for?

Mickey’s Mechanical House:  Mickey’s in Escrow

Time for the only House of Mouse short I hadn’t covered already on this blog! 

This is one I did remember as a kid and it’s easy to see why: this one is done entirely in Dr. Seuss style rhyme, complete with a Seuss style narrator. It feels like a love letter to the guy as while the animation style is the same as always, the tone feels entirely suessian. Honestly i’ts a better take on the man himself than the ACTUAL seuss special I covered this year. 

In this one Mickey’s tired of his creaky old house with all it’s noises and sounds.

So he decides to move on up and consults with a literal weasel as a real estate agent, who sells him a super smart house with all kinds of gadgets: a maid robot, a cooking robot, voice commands, and no annoying shutters like his old place. And i’ts guranteed NOT to go crazy like that last smart house he sold.  Not going to try and replace your mom or play 90′s musical videos. His lost, Cest La Vie is a bitching song. 

And this with that Mickey can proudly announce

But Mickey is his own worst enemy, he fucking kicks the shit out of.. he. He can’t sleep because of all the cool shit he wants to do, so me basically, and tries to go downstairs only for the chef robot to keep him locked in his room. I’m on Mickey’s side here he’s a grown ass man, let him have fun if he wants to instead of locking him in his room. Also your just ASKING for a lawsuit making a robot that locks people in their room against their will and just begging for it to end up pulling a Misery on them. Misery with a robot.. that’s something that needs to be done at some point. 

So hyninkks ensue as Mickey keeps trying to sneak out, eventually leading to a robot riot and the house going heywire, with Mickey and Pluto, who I forgot was evne in this short despite watching it only an hour or so ago, fleeing for their lives as it emplodes poltergiest style. Mickey goes to his regular house and rests, happy, healthy and 96,000 dollars in debt. This short is fun, sweet and the rhyming gimmick really helps it stand out and gives it a nice bedtime story feel that fits the bedtime theme of the piece. 

How to Haunt A House: Goofy Your a Haunted House Now At this point it’s well documented how much I love these How To Shorts. I love the snooty narrator, Goofy’s hyjinks… but this one may be my faviorite period. It’s just that good. The concept is clever, Goofy is killed for the short (The narrator even assuring him he’ll be fine after , having him killed JUST to make this short possible, giving him horrifying powers best not pondered.

There’s just.. nothing but net here, as Goofy picks a house, picks a victim dating game style, of all references, and chooses Donald. Slash shippers, there’s your material. Get after it. And then proceeds to try and fail to haunt him , ending up getting Donald killed when he reveals himself, scarring the guy. So yeah that’s TWO beloved icons murdered for the sake of a joke and i’m here for it. This short is just amazing, It’s on youtube and i’m only being so breif because I feel it’s best experienced for yourself. it’s that funny, clever, and just plain fun. While combining my two favorite's of the sensational six plus pluto was guaranteed to make me love this, injecting Donald into the cartoon itself is clever, giving this short a feel the other How To’s don’t by paring up this classic duo. It’s a great short and I highly recommend it.

Lonesome Ghosts: GHOST PUNCH Another theatrical short and it’s one of the reasons I like this film: the regular episodes almost never used theatrical shorts. It’s understandable, the reason HOM exists is to repackage Mouseworks shorts and the series ended once they ran out of ones they wanted to use (two were never used due to Disney not liking their content. Giving one of them involved pluto thinking Minnie wanted to murder him, I can’t blame them. Still blame them for not putting the satan darkwing duck episode on Disney+ especially when the hell related stuff from other shows is still readliy avaliable. ). Now why they didn’t just CONTINUE the show with theatrical shorts and simply not use ones they found questionable by 2000′s standards I have no real clue, but the point stands this is a rarity and thus a nice treat, as well as a welcome opportunity to look at spooky disney theatrical shorts. I haven’t been doing those as much lately due to lack of intrest, so it was nice to get back at it. 

I liked Lonesome Ghosts more on this rewatch and it’s a fun, and once again very simple story: The Golden Trio are ghost hunters, who are called up by a bunch of bored ghosts who already scared everyone else in a radius and want fresh targets. As is typical for Mickey, Donald and Goofy shorts of the time, the three split up for better set pieces. Well mostly for Donald and Goofy who Disneyw as well aware were the real stars even then. This results in some standard but hilarious goofy antics. More importantly it results in DONALD FUCKING PUNCHING A GHOST

Sure he’s barely phased by it, but still DONALD PUNCHED A GHOST. Donald can PUNCH GHOSTS. I mean granted i’ts not the MOST impressive thing he’s ever done

But it’s still a very close second. DONALD CAN PUNCH GHOSTS. I don’t know why this whole short was not donald punching ghosts for 6 straight minutes but it’s still excellent all teh same and the finale is neat. 

Dance of the Goofys: Scary Children Set to classical music, this one has a bunch of goofys as Fairy’s, who are making the flowers go and the one who sleeps in ends up saving the king from a horrifying looking little brat. He reminds me of Montanna Max a bit.. speaking of which Creer Summer recently announced Elmyra won’t be in the reboot. And while this does make me fear actually good characters like Fifi, Montana Max, and more will be cut like the animanics reboot and I do feel for Cree not getting to be involved and hope they find another roll for her as, given her status in the industry she deserves better.. THANK FUCKING GOD. I’ll go into this in another review I have planned for the future but unlike the cuts made to animaniacs this was a REALLY good decision i’m really greatful for. Thank you crew thank you.

Back on topic, it’s just a fun, really beautifully animated short about the goofies and their shenanigans with a really great high concept.

Donald Duck and the Gorilla: As Awesome as It Sounds

Look i’ts a theatrical short where donald gets into antics with a rabid gorilla. I shouldn't have to sell you on this and had I known this existed I would’ve seen it MUCH sooner. 

This is a fun one and like Trick or Treat is built on Donald getting what’s coming to him: he scares the boys with some gorilla hands he just happens to have lying around because that’s what Daisy’s  into I guess.. even though they just heard about an escaped gorilla on the news. Stay classy there don

But naturally the real one shows up, just after the boys put on a gorilla suit> Thankfully the film dosen’t waste any time on the old “oh it’s the person It hink is a costume gag”, which isn’t terrible but has been used so many times at this point it’s lost all effect on me. This varation though is funny as he assume’s it’s them.. THEN STICKS HIS HEAD INTO THE GORILLA’S MOUTH TO LOOK FOR THEM. 

Oh but it gets better. After a LOT of funs lapstick including a ladder chase... the short concludes with THE BOYS TEARGASSING BOTH OF THEM TO STOP THE GORILLA. 

Look I don’t think i’d ever be ready for a short that ends with tear gas... or the fact Donald just CASUALLY has teargas in his house. Was.. was that common bacxk then? is it just donald WHAT IS THIS ENDING. 

But even without the tear gas, this short is great. And before we get to the two transfered over reviews, i’d just like to say it’s impressive that depsite the movie’s lenght ther eisn’t a single dud among the shorts. All of them are creative and fun and some are some of mouseworks or the theatrical shorts best.  It’s an all star lineup. 

Donald’s Halloween Scare:

Another truly excellent short and one of the best from the episodes i’ve covered this year by far.

It’s also the rare one using the triplets as so far in an entire year of doing these I have not seen them outside of the quack street boys or quacking pumpkins, probably one of the most 2000′s sentences ever uttered by man or murder doll.

But HDL are out in devil costumes, much like the one Donald wears in both this and House of Villains, and we get a nice sequence where Mickey, Minnie and Goofy give them a scare and then a pile of candy for trick or treat. Well Mickey and Minnie do, Goofy dresses up as a bunny because he has the holiday wrong and the kids are mad he got them eggs. Dudes i’d of killed to get a hardboiled egg for halloween. Still would. Maybe dress it up like Freddy or Chucky. Realy make it jazzy.

So the little devils end up at Donald’s house, where Donald is , shockingly, a huge dick about halloween.

His plan of course is to dress up like a Jason and scare them, chasing them off then stealing their candy. I dunno.. he probably woudlv’e made more of an impression as the Axeman.

Anyways, our heroes are scared off but soon find out Donald was conning them and get back at him the old fashioned way: by making him think his Jasonsona is wante dto murder, chasing him around and scaring him and finally making him think THEY SCARED THEM TO DEATH AND PREPARING TO BURY HIM ALIVE.

Donald promises to get them their candy back and gets them some new candy, all is well, and Goofy accidnetlys cares them as Santa. Which i’d chuckle at but as we’ll see next week,  santa is no joke when he’s off his leash.

Hansel and Gretel:

A retelling of Hansel and Gretel with Mickey and Minnie….because making your offical couple brother and sister has never worked out poorly right Star Wars?

Incest jokes aside, the short is awesome. Set to Danse Macabe it’s a fun retelling that follows all the beats you’d expect.. up until the oven where our heroes not only fall in themselves but have to fight the witch whose become some sort of fire elemental. It’s a damn cool climax. It’s worth a good watch and was likely picked for one of the halloween episodes because i’ts mildly spooky. I don’t have a lot else to say really so enjoy this song from our musical guest. It WAS Mr. T in the original review but I felt that didn’t work. Instead in honor of this holiday, MR. ALICE COOPER!

House of Villians:

Now on to our main feature, our big show, the reason your all here, the reason this special was so heavily promoted, Mickey Mouse and Friends Vs an all star group of disney villians. It’s .... a bit of a let down honestly. 

Yeah while the musical number in it is awesome, and we shall get to that, the wraparound is pretty underwhelming. For starters large chunks of it are recycled from the two halloween episodes, including the Donald wanting ot be scary gag.  What isn’t is an intresting idea: Jafar is at a table with his buddies: Hades, Ursula, Cruella...

Who actually belongs here this time. The villians all grouse over having to play by the house rules and be nice and being outnumbered by the heroes. They just can’t do any puppy murders and i’ts bumming them out.. mostly cruella. Okay entirely cruella. Look she has one thing at this point she hasn’t gotten to have a hip london origin story where she was played by one of the hottest women alive yet. Back then it was just puppy murder and nothing else. 

But Jafar has a trick for mickey mouse... and we have ot wait an HOUR for him to pull it. I’m not kidding. In a film that was promoted, and trust me I was around for that, disney’s best villians taking the hous efrom Mickey.... the wraparound is barely present. We get about 10 minutes of it, if that, in a 70 minute movie and Jafar only hosts for the last two cartoons. I don’t honestly see WHY the Our House Now number wasn’t moved up earlier as having Jafar host was not only a fun change of pace but something tha twouldn’t of taken much> it’s not like they woudl’v ehad to pay Jonathan Freeman much more and he’s already worth every penny. I just don’t get this. You would’ve just had to animate some more villians clapping. It’s not THAT expensive. You paid for the entire musical number why is this a problem. 

That said once the clock strikes Midnight, Jafar and the other villians indeed rise up and we do get the best part of the movie: Our House Now

It’s utter awesome. You gather all the disney villians together, characters KNOWN for giving good villian songs (though among the ones here only Jafar and Ursula have) , and you’d better deliver, and this song does. Every minute of it is awesome, the visuals, the big band sound everything about this oozes evil and charisma and sums up Disney Villiany in one of the best numbers.  My only complaints: 1) Pat Carrol dosen’t get to sing enough. While I haven’t watched LIttle Mermaid that often (not my forte) Poor Unfortunate Souls is an all time great. Still she does sing in it and given her age at the time it might not have been fesable so fair enough. And Jafar gets to sing plenty and given how underated “Your only second rate is” i’m glad he gets to shine. Jafar is an awesome villian and  Jonathan Freeman does a great job as him (Granted a white guy shoudln’t be playing him but that’s not freeman’s fault, and i’ts a flaw aladdin has in general) 2) “Get those puppies!” Ursula what the fuck are you talking about 3) The only ACTUAL flaw: for some REALLY weird reason, Rob Paulsen voices Hades for the number. Rob sounds nothing like Woods. I may hate James Woods but they coudl’ve at least tried imitating him.. and given James was already doing work for this specail I question why they coudln’t of just got him to sing talk or something for the song. It’s not hard the guy works for cheap

So Mickey gets thrown out and we do get some great material: Jafar is an EXCELLENT host and Freeman has a blast doing the intros, and Mickey and Friends half assed attempts to stop him are hilarious. Mickey tries bringing his boys.. and instnatly realizes he brought an angry badass and a goofus to a fight with dread pirate, a sea witch, a greek god, a powerful sorcerer and some woman who likes to murder puppies I guess. They get tosse dout and Minnie tries it. Jafar has her kindly escorte dout

And while the lack of actual TIME spent with the house of villians is a huge issue, it’s one of two that holds this story back> The other... is this climax. The start of it is awesome: mickey puts on his fantasia outfit and has a back and forth game of baseball with jafar with a bolt of energy he throws. it’s pretty cool.  The issue is even with the small budget, we’re not getting an endgame style battle sadly, we could still have the HOM crew outsmart these theives and thugs. Instead we get a quick cheap wizards duel with only one phase before mickey gets the hat knocked off and looses his powers. The way this is resovled also really sucks. The gang don’t.. throw him the hat or anything but instead ALADDIN SHOWS UP OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE LAMP, THROWS IT TO THEM, THEY THROW IT OT MICKEY AND HE MAGICALLY WINS WITH IT SUCKING JAFAR UP DESPITE APPARENTLY NOT BEING A GENIE ANYMORE. 

It’s so chepa, so half assed and so lazy, especially with how awesome the song wasw, to just have it wrapped up this easily. All that effort to show the takeover and it’s undone in five minutes with almost no effort. Our heroes win I guess, horay?

This segment.. is a disapoinemnet. The idea and musical number are good but the execution is so cheap and half assed , especailly given this is what the film was sold on and they do nothing with it. Easily the weakest part of the film

That said.. overally the film is great. While the wraparound disapointins, Our House Now would be worth admission alone, but the shorts are all top shelf and good spooky fun. It’s a wonderful bit of halloween fun disney needs to add to D+ yesterday. Hopefully by next halloween they’ll havetheir act together. But for this one.. it was a great watch and a great capper to this holiday. 

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We watched AOTC!

Overall, I enjoyed it more than TPM, even while I think TPM’s good moments are better than just about anything in AOTC; AOTC is more even and intriguing for me.

I’ve heard lots of complaints about Hayden Christensen’s acting here, but it honestly improves vastly when he doesn’t speak; I think he’d have been fine with better lines and direction. While he does have some unnecessarily terrible lines,  though, I do actually like that his diction mixes formality and a straightforward awkwardness, which seems appropriate given Vader’s speech patterns in the OT. I particularly enjoyed how he seems visibly weirded out by the whole Lars situation, which I’ve always felt is pretty fucked-up as written, without overplaying it. 

I do really like his speech about compassion and love—IMO Anakin is very religiously committed in the OT, so it’s nice to see that he’s thought about the doctrines of his faith and is trying to connect them to how he feels. I wish we got more of that, and more of a sense of his identification with the Jedi—it’d give his relationship with Padmé higher stakes, I think, as well as syncing up with the ultimate identification of him as a Jedi in ROTJ. At the same time, I feel like it works so hard to foreshadow Vader that we get less of a sense of the extent to which Anakin’s fall is a terrible tragedy than we might have; he actually does worse things here (and then in ROTS) then we ever see Vader do in the OT.

Natalie Portman seemed generally better than in TPM, I thought, and again, much better when she’s not weighed down by terrible dialogue. I do think that there’s some disparity between Padmé in concept and Padmé as written that makes it a more difficult role than it really needed to be, and she does as well as most people would have. She carries off the costumes really well and while I don’t think she and HC have a lot of chemistry, they’re cute together at times. 

(I still feel that “Across the Stars” is doing a lot of heavy lifting, so it’s a good thing it’s so incredible. My maybe unpopular opinion is that it’s used much more effectively in AOTC than “Duel of the Fates” is in TPM.)

Obi-Wan is a bit odd, because I think Ewan McGregor does some of the best acting in the film, but simultaneously, I find Obi-Wan kind of an asshole in the film, at least when he’s with Anakin. I don’t think it’s wholly unintentional, given Yoda’s stealth chiding when he complains about Anakin’s arrogance, and his dismissal of Anakin’s dream-visions of Shmi’s suffering (she was tortured for a  month!), but I do suspect I find him more obnoxious as a mentor than he’s supposed to be. He’s much more likable when they’re separated; I really like him in the Kamino scenes in particular. 

Christopher Lee, unsurprisingly, elevates every scene he’s in by sheer gravitas. Ian McDiarmid is a joy, too.

I am very confused by the diner guy. No doubt there’s an EU explanation for why the hell he knows what he does and who he even is, but as far as the film goes, ??????????

Coruscant looks deeply cool, as ever. Probably my favourite planet in SW. Lots of cool starships, also!

I think TPM’s special effects hold up better than AOTC’s, though there are some really cool ones in AOTC as well. The best friend and I were also a bit puzzled by the artistic choice of two major sequences on two different desert locations. The re-purposing of the binary sunset for Shmi’s death and Anakin’s proto-turn was great, though.

Anyway, we’re watching ROTS and then ROTJ tonight!