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fletchphoenix · 4 years

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Some Mistakes Get Made

Chapter 12 is here. Sorry they keep getting shorter - I’m building up to some good stuff hopefully but right now the boys are...at an all time low to say the least. I mean, I made my girlfriend cry with the previous chapter so..anyway. Thanks for the support and onwards with the chapter

TW - Panic attacks

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Numb. That’s all Hugo really felt - completely numb as he laid in his old bedroom at Donella’s house, his eyes fixated on and staring at the cracks that ran over the ceiling. The room had a significant lack of green and blue that he was so used to, devastating him to no end with the thought of the colors reminding him of the boy that he missed so dearly. He shook the thought of the other from his brain, turning over on the too-small bed and fixing his eyes on the wall. The wall was bare too - no pictures or memories or..anything that was brought into his life over the past six months. He’d changed so much over those six months, yet as soon as that..woman entered their lives not even twenty-four hours ago, Varian was willing to give it all up for her. Had Varian even loved him or felt the same as he did?

Questions drifted around his head as he lay there, a monotone expression on his face as he tried to deal with his inner turmoil and heartbreak caused by the younger boy. He’d have to move all his stuff back here again and go back to how he was before..what had Ulla even told him? What did Varian mean when he said Donella ‘took his mother away from him’? Did he even know what had happened between the two women? Why did he want Hugo out of his life when none of this was Hugo’s fault? He raised his phone to his face, his face shifting to a frown at the mass of missed calls from Varian before he set it aside and sat up. No. If that’s what Varian truly wanted then..then that was that. They were through and Hugo would abide by the boys wishes, because all he wanted was to make Varian happy.

Even if that meant completely erasing himself from the other’s life.

He rose to his feet, eyes looking around the room once again as he’d been doing for the past hour. He missed the familiarity of the apartment, but he guessed there’d be no going back there now for a while. He let out a sigh and checked his phone - Wednesday. His last class before summer, just what he needed to get the other boy out of his mind. Perfect! He could just...mess around and go back to normal. He straightened out his clothes and reached out for a watch, placing it on his left wrist and completely concealing the small tattoo of the test tube that sat on it. That was that. He strode across the room, pushing open the door to his room and making his way down the hall to his one real ally’s workshop - Donella’s.

With shaking hands, he twisted the doorknob, sliding the door open, and entered. The woman was already leaning over a contraption of some sorts, goggles over her eyes before she raised her head and raised them, her eyes fixed on the boy. “You need a ride to university, I’m assuming?” He nodded. “Are you sure you want to go?” He nodded again, more adamantly this time. She let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temple. “Aright, Cyrus will be ready for you in five minutes. Don’t be late.” She watched as he headed towards the door, her mouth opening to say something before snapping shut as he closed the door. “Have a good day, son.” she muttered to herself before getting back to work.

Hugo leaned against the wall of an alley outside, playing a game on his phone as he waited for Cyrus. He knew he had a wife, but god, did it really take that long to just show up to take him to university? A car horn blared and he made his way to the passenger’s side, not even sparing the driver a second glance as he slammed the door shut behind him and let him get going. He really wasn’t in the mood for conversation - Cyrus thankfully seemed to pick up on this after his first three questions gained no response from the blonde. He didn’t trust himself to speak, with how hoarse his voice had felt after a whole night of sobbing over...no. No thinking about him. They were done, remember? “He never wants to see you again.” Hugo reminded himself as he placed his headphones on his head and looked out of the window in silence.

“What did I do wrong?!” he sobbed as he sat in Donella’s arms on the workshop floor. He couldn’t understand - why? Everything was fine before that...that WOMAN showed up! What had she told him? What made him hate Hugo so much for someone else’s actions? He didn’t want to accept it - he’d just lost Varian. Varian, the one true light in his life, the one good thing that had happened to him since..well, since forever, had just left him like everyone else in his wretched life - just like he’d known he would since the beginning. His body wracked with sobs as he held onto Donella’s shirt tight, the older woman making no move to shove him off, instead opting to stroke his hair and hold him close.

“This isn’t your fault.” She said with a frown, and for the first time..Hugo believed it. He believed that she was right and that it wasn’t his fault - because what had he done to ‘ruin Varian’s life’? The answer was nothing - the boy just wanted to hurt him and break him like everyone else did, opting to make his way into his heart just to shatter it as soon as the opportunity arose. “C’mon Hugo, let’s get you to your room and you can sleep it off.” Donella virtually whispered, the blonde following her instructions and walking behind her in silence, his eyes focused on the floor with tears halting as he made his way down. This wasn’t his fault. It never was.

Donella came to a stop, gesturing to the door in front of her and letting Hugo pass to enter. “Goodnight-” she tried to say, the door slamming in her face. He made his way over to his bed and stared at his phone in silence, the boy’s face staring back at him with a wide smile that now made Hugo’s heart burn with pain and upset. He shut the device off, slamming it onto the bedside table, before he turned away and shook, Varian’s words echoing in his head. He fell asleep curled up, his glasses still on his face and tear trails making their wet puddles on the pillows he rested his head on.

“Okay kiddo, we’re here.” Cyrus commented, his voice hushed as he snapped Hugo out of his flashback session. The golden haired boy muttered a quick ‘thanks’ before grabbing his things and exiting the car, slamming the door behind him once again before heading down towards the campus and his classroom. Everyone seemed to make a path for him, whispering amongst themselves as he weaved through the small crowds with chuckles occasionally leaving their mouths. He ignored them to the best of his ability, shoving open the door to his classroom and making his way to his seat in absolute silence. Sitting down in his seat, he pulled the hood of his jacket up and slumped back, letting himself daydream as much as he dared to. It’s not as if this class mattered anyway, it was the final day until summer and next year would be his last. He drowned out the voice of his lecturer as the lesson began, trying to think of anything but the raven haired, blue eyed boy which tore his heart in half.

Varian walked through the hall towards the library after his final chemistry lesson of the year, trying to ignore the knife of guilt twisting in his stomach after last night’s...events. He had tried to call Hugo to apologise, to tell him he hadn’t meant what he’d said, but he had no response from the older male whatsoever. He just prayed he was safe, he thought, as he buried his head into the older boy’s hoodie. He’d even worn one of Hugo’s shirts (much too big for him) to provide him some relief and feel close to the boy.

He regretted every word of what he said - he didn’t mean to say what he said or even break up with the other boy, because it just wasn’t fair on him. He had no say in what happened between his mother and Donella - hell, he probably wasn’t even in Donella’s care at that point. He wasn’t sure if the actual relationship between them was even mother and son, Hugo having never been open about his familial life. He shouldn’t have let his anger get to him the way it did, taking it all out on Hugo when he’d done absolutely nothing wrong...He chewed the inside of his cheek and groaned, before a familiar face passed him in the hall.

He couldn’t help his smile when he saw Hugo, his hand reaching out to grab the other’s wrist. “Hugh! Oh my god, Hugo, I thought I wouldn’t see you again! We need to-” He was stopped when the blonde pulled his wrist away from his grasp harshly, his back to Varian, however Varian could tell a glare covered his features.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? To never see me again?” Hugo spat back, coldly. Even Varian winced at how raspy and hoarse the boy’s voice was - evidently Varian had broken his heart. “Varian, I don’t really want to talk to you right now. Or ever. Goodbye.” he continued as he started to walk down the hall. Ouch, they were on a first name basis now? Why wouldn’t Hugo just listen to him?

“Hugo please, listen to me-”

“What? Listen to you so you can break my heart again? So you can make a point about how much I ruined your life and how much you hate me for it? About how done we are and how much you despise me? Face it, you said it yourself. You hate me. And you never wanted to see me last time I checked so how about you keep your goddamn promises for once and leave?!” He yelled, fists clenched at his sides and heartbreak painted all over his features as he continued his rant.

“And yknow what sucks? I actually loved you so much! I was in it for the long run, hell, I’d already imagined how I was gonna propose to you, but I guess that’s never happening now, is it, being as you never wanna see me again! I had our whole life planned out and that we were going to be together no matter what life threw at us, but I guess you just weren’t that dedicated, were you? Do me a favour, Varian. Leave.” He finished with a glare, turning on his heel and walking out of the building, not looking back once as he continued, pushing open the doors to the university and hurrying down the stairs.

Hugo hurriedly pulled out his phone, already feeling himself fall victim to his sadness again as he raised it to his ear after dialling Cyrus’ number. “Pick me up.” he declared-well, more like ordered as soon as the man picked up the phone. “I don’t care if you’re busy, I need to get outta this hellhole now so please just come and pick me the hell up!” That silenced the man on the other end, before confirming and hanging up. He rocked back and forth from his heels to his toes and back again multiple times as he yelled, feeling people’s eyes as they stared at him.

As soon as the car pulled up, Hugo heard Varian scream his name. He paid him no mind, hurrying to get in the car. “Just drive.” he told Cyrus, sensing the man’s hesitation before stating yet again. “DRIVE, CYRUS!” he yelled, his knees tucking against his chest as he curled up in the passenger’s seat and rocked back and forth, his chest heaving and trembling. He felt like he was dying, his stomach churning and his head spinning combined with the ringing in his ears and the sensation of choking made him feel disorientated even though they were in the car. He couldn’t breathe at all as he gasped for breath with his heart racing all the while his nausea still continuing. All the faces - all those eyes on him and Varian- he couldn’t handle any of it. Cyrus stopped the car on a deserted country road, Hugo falling out of the car almost immediately and curling up on the floor, his shins and forehead pressed against the asphalt of the road as he tried to regain his senses.

“You with me, big guy?” Cyrus asked almost half an hour later, cautiously stepping closer and sitting beside Hugo on the side of the road in an uncomfortable silence. “Donella told me what happened with the boy and...you need to know..Donella lied about that night with Ulla. From what I can recall, she did want to sell their inventions and research to the Saporians, who would no doubt use them to hurt people. Ulla, knowing she couldn’t let that happen, did steal the papers and hurt Donella in the process though.” Cyrus sighed, making sure it was okay before placing a hand on Hugo’s back and carefully pulling him into a side hug, the younger man’s head resting against his shoulder. “They are both in the wrong for what they did, neither of them are saints...but don’t let their mistakes hurt you like it corrupted both of them. That boy..he loves you. I can tell from the way he looked at you when he called your name. It’s going to take a while for you two to trust each other again, but you’ll get there. You just need to try. Okay?”

Hugo bit the inside of his cheek before nodding, moving to hug Cyrus fully. “I wanna go somewhere. Not home but somewhere.” He muttered against the older man, sighing and done with all the crying and heartbreak.

“How about you join me and my wife for dinner..? I’m sure she’d be delighted to finally meet the infamous Hugo I’ve been telling her about for all these years.” He asked with a grin, helping Hugo stand when he agreed to the proposal. The odd pair got in the car and Cyrus began to drive again, glancing over at the other, who was currently staring out the window at the slowly darkening sky. He just hoped the boy had listened to him and that he would feel better one day. It didn’t have to be now, just..he hated to see the younger male so broken over a boy of all things. He turned his attention to the road. They had a long drive ahead of them.

Varian stood in shock outside of the campus, his hands falling to his sides as he didn’t even realise he’d been reaching out for his boyfriend- sorry, Hugo. It hurt to hear that all - to know just how much he’d hurt the other boy. He really was down for the count with Varian, huh? The inner corners of his eyebrows raised as his eyes met the floor, trying to erase the image of how bitter Hugo looked from his mind. And what’s worse was..he deserved it. He deserved every single word of Hugo’s rant. He let out a loud sigh and composed himself, trekking towards the library. He had to be strong - if not for himself, then to make Nuru and Yong think he was okay.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends #varigo coffee shop au

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fandomlurker · 4 years

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Prologue

You know, I didn’t think this would happen. I didn’t go into bingeing the 2020 renewal of Animaniacs with the thought “I’m going to watch this and then go and watch the original Pinky and the Brain shorts and spin-off show and do a rewatch and loose analysis on the whole franchise with special attention on queer subtext and themes”. What I initially set out to do was simply watch the renewal and see if it lived up to the show I watched pretty regularly as a kid in the 90s…or at least what I remembered of it through the haze of decades worth of time.

Pinky and the Brain was my favorite set-up on Animaniacs back in the day. Back then I probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell you why beyond “I think it’s funny and the characters are fun to watch as they screw up trying to take over the world”. Other segments were funny to me back in the day, too. Slappy the squirrel was great in that she was basically just like the classic, near-timeless Looney Toons a la Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, but as an old lady toon who’s seen it all and tries to relate to the changing world while proving that the ol’ slapstick ways still work. The Goodfeathers were entertaining despite the fact that I was a literal child and didn’t even know that it was a big ol’ spoof of Goodfellas. Hell, I’ve still never seen Goodfellas, but three pigeons trying to carry themselves like macho tough guy mafia folks while being goddamn pigeons is still funny with or without that context. And as for the Warner siblings themselves? Their skits were pretty consistently great as well. Lots of that Bugs Bunny-like energy of putting terrible folks in their place when they annoy you while coupling it with the dynamic of three child siblings who are very, very active and much too clever for the average person. It was fun!

But as I watched the 2020 reboot with its stripped-down cast now largely consisting of just the Warner siblings and Pinky and the Brain segments for the season (And I’ll be honest, some of the segments from the 90s like Katie Kaboom, Buttons and Mindy, and the Hip-Hippos are ones I’ll be happy to never have return because they were godawful even back then), it brought into focus the strength of those segments compared to most of the others from the old 90s line-up: The strong dynamic and chemistry of the relationships between the main characters of those skits. The Warner siblings are a trio of kids who, despite being truly cut from the same wacky cloth as the most beloved of Looney Toon characters, also very much tap into a very realistic depiction of sibling relationships. Sure, they get on each other’s nerves sometimes. Sure, sometimes they have disagreements on how they view a certain situation. At the end of the day, however, they care about each other more than anything else and work in such perfect sync despite differences in who they are individually. Sure, Yakko is a talkative theater kid jackass who sasses back at the drop of a dime. Sure, Wakko is kinda quiet and spaced-out and he has the appetite of a garbage disposal. Sure, Dot is adorable and witty and loudly and proudly feminist with an oddly feral streak. But if any one of them is inconvenienced or picked on or threatened in any way by someone, even if that someone is a powerful celebrity of some sort? You bet your ass the other two will immediately back their sibling up and make their tormentor’s life a living hell for the next however long the skit lasts. They’re little gremlin children who love one another, and have a surprisingly tragic backstory that actually speaks to a lot of fans on several levels.

But, okay, the bond between the Warner siblings is great and fun. What about Pinky and the Brain? What makes their dynamic stand out?

Folks, that’s where things get a little more…interesting. To me, at least.

So, watching the beginning of the 2020 reboot got me to slowly remember the parts I loved about the Pinky and the Brain skits from Animaniacs…were actually from their spin-off show. And the things I remembered most clearly from the spin-off were the more heartwarming moments that showed how much they cared about and loved one another, despite Brain being exhausted by Pinky’s dimwitted antics at times. And for a supposedly continuity-light cartoon show, there was a surprising amount of consistency to the main duo and their motivations. There was even a handful of reoccurring side characters the audience was expected to recognize from past episodes, as well, which is a bit strange to have for a show that initially seemed to aim to be strictly episodic. I remembered the odd amount of depth there was to the series. Nothing groundbreaking, mind you, but definitely something more than the average comedy cartoon.

So after watching the first few episodes of the reboot, I took to Tumblr to see if anyone remembered the old 90s show and to see how they were reacting to the new one. In doing so, I came across this post:

“i love that ppl make jokes abt a pinky and the brain version of the destiel confession because that. already happened....... the only difference is that brain pulls pinky out of superhell instead of dying on a barn nail”

Now, look, I’ve never watched Supernatural and only know it through Tumblr cultural osmosis, and at the time we were all riding off the high of the madness that was the finale of that show and the fallout from it. But ANYWAY…

This piqued my interest because 1. I didn’t remember watching an episode of Pinky and the Brain where anything like that happened, and 2. I was already picking up strong gay vibes from the reboot only a few episodes in. So, basically, I just had to hunt down this episode to sate my curiosity and see for myself if there was subtext in this 90s cartoon that I hadn’t quite picked up on as a kid.

I found the episode and started watching it. “Wow,” I said to myself, “this is a lot gayer than I remember…” And after finishing the episode, memories came flooding back to me:

That time the Brain fell for a girl mouse that was looked and acted lot like Pinky.

All those moments where Pinky would wear drag to disguise himself as Brain’s significant other in one way or another to further their plans for that episode, and how I could never remember it being ridiculed.

That one time they accidentally had a child together via a science mishap.

The ending of the Christmas special!...

And as I sat there, dumbstruck and searching Tumblr’s tags to see how far this particular rabbit hole (mouse hole?) went, everything finally clicked in my little bisexual mind.

This was one of the big reasons as to why I loved the Pinky and the Brain skits so much above all the others on Animaniacs all those years ago when I was a kid. It was the same sort of thing that subconsciously drew me to many of the cartoons and anime and media in general I loved as a child, back before I had the proper knowledge and self-awareness to know or express it.

Looking back on my life, I’d always gravitated to and resonated the most with stories and media with queer content in text or subtext. And sure, this cartoon was/is no Sailor Moon or Revolutionary Girl Utena with explorations of gender roles and queerness. It’s no Steven Universe or She-Ra with out and proud queer characters. It’s no The Little Mermaid or The Happy Prince where the stories were made by queer authors and subtextually about queer experience.

However…

However…!

I was surprised to find how deep the gay subtext went with Pinky and the Brain. Hell, I still am. This little Warner Brothers, Looney Toons-pedigree, continuity-light show about two lab mice trying to take over the world in bizarre, hilarious ways has such a weirdly continuous, heartfelt, touching, engaging, and sometimes outrageously raunchy queer undercurrent to it. All done in the 90s! It’s kind of baffling.

This is not to say that the creators and writers of the shows deliberately set out to do this. I don’t believe that anyone involved sat down and said to themselves “I’m going to make this so fucking gay!”. Sure, the voice actors of both Pinky and the Brain have said that they played the dynamic with “the energy of an old gay couple” and they’ve said plenty of suggestive or outright not safe for work things in the character’s voices in interviews and at convention panels. I firmly believe that they’re just having fun as the characters, just as much as I believe the writers were probably just having fun and putting in the gay subtext and suggestive lines as a kind of long running joke and seeing how far they could take it.

(By the time of the Pinky and the Brain comics, however, I’m not so sure. Some of the stuff they got away with in those issues is…amazing, to say the least.)

Regardless of actual intent, I think the writers of Pinky and the Brain (both old and new), have accidentally created a sort of subtextual, yet pretty powerful love story. And you know what? I want to rewatch this story for myself and write down my thoughts as I go along. I tried something similar quite a while back with Droids, and while I kind of ran out of steam as my life got busier and never finished, I have time now for something like this.

I should also say that I’m not out here to, like, convert anyone into shipping cartoon mice together. I imagine most people see Pinky and the Brain as nothing other than very close friends, and that’s a completely valid viewpoint to have. I doubt there will ever be some sort of canonization of a gay relationship between the two, as I imagine most of the writers on the new show (and hell, on the old one) are heterosexual themselves and would view such an idea as “ruining the comedy and the dynamic of the characters” or something similar. I’ve been in the fandom game long enough to know better than to hope and expect any media to sincerely tackle queer relationships in stories that only have the subtext there, especially in comedies.

I guess I’m doing this more to explore something I loved as a child and to see if I can find just as much if not more enjoyment from it as an adult, albeit maybe for different reasons. Hell, it’s also an opportunity to peek into a kind of time capsule from the 90s regarding how far queer subtext could be pushed back then, even when heavily couched in comedy. This is just a little project I wanna do for fun in my spare time. And hey, maybe a few of you out there will have some fun reading it too, who knows?

Either way, see you sometime soon in the new year.

#Pinky and the Brain #PatB #A ''little project'' I say as I look at the 65 episode list of the spin-off series...#What have I gotten myself into?

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splendidshinobi · 4 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 6-10

back at it again with the white vans

episode 6: the alchemy exam

alrighty then

um mustang calling edward “ed” is EXTREMELY offputting

ohhhhhhh noooooo not shou tucker

FUCK

im wholly unprepared

them all being in central instead of east is low key jarring like my brain isnt computing it

alexander’s intro is basically the same

nina bbyyyyy girl u deserved so much better

ed is such a fucking nerd...chemistry club modern au confirmed

god the more tucker talks the more i wanna beat his face in

al pretending to eat by tossing a potato in his armor i-

aww theyre playing in the snow theyre so pure

wonder how long thatll last

“bigger brother” and “little big brother” and ed doesnt even get mad

ed’s birthday party????????

A MELON? ED YOURE SO RUDE

so 03 had ed’s bday instead of elicia’s...CAUSE THEY GOT ELICIA IN THE WOMB

“it’s here!” “the tea?” “the baby!” hughes is a fuck head

ok so now they’re having elicia replace rush valley baby arc

this was winry’s time to shine in fmab i miss her

if winry isnt here who is gonna birth this baby

oh my god they just realized ed can use alchemy without a circle

no wonder he’s been using circles this whole time

SO ELICIA JUST POPPED OUT????? WHAT

STUFF ALEXANDER IN THE ARMOR AND PRETEND YOURE A TALKING DOG???

“i dont think thats very funny” NO ALPHONSE IT IS NOT

THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE DOING WITH THAT ONE I SWEAR TO GOD IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

damn bradley what up homie

im so thrown off by the way theyre doing the exam omg

seriously what the hell is fuhrer bradley’s purpose right now is he even the fuhrer in this i feel like they wouldve mentioned it

oh lord ed is about to impress everyone with his clappy hands

ok so next episode is nina FUCK

episode 7: night of the chimera’s cry

havoc babeeee

im gonna marry him my himbo king

also can RIZA DO SOMETHING PLZ

“huhhhhhhhh nina” ew tucker that was weirdly gross

wonder why

cant do it cant do it

do we think jean kirstein was modeled after jean havoc slightly looks wise

was that purposeful

ill have to google

serial killer who only targets women? it cant be scar...scar drinks respect women juice

barry or slicer bros maybe? um ok

why did we start with liore if they were just gonna hop right back into the past for a huge chunk of episodes idk

assessment day??? oh noodles

AL WHY DID YOU TELL TUCKER TO MAKE ANOTHER TALKING CHIMERA ALPHONSE NO

THE NOISE I EMITTED IM GONNA TAKE A LAP

im gonna FUCKING SCREAM

ed r u writing to winry??? that’s a bit out of character for u good sir

no tucker put that baby down

im gonna fucking SCREAM

aww he burned nina’s picture thats not sus at all

SHESKA!!!!!

wait does the ironblood alchemist know what tucker did to his wife? thats kinda the vibe im getting

SCARRRRRRRR

looking like a pirate too damn

his voice sounds different is that j michael tatum

apparently not it was dameon clarke in 03 ya learn something new everyday

ew elicia has a lot of hair for a FUCKING NEWBORN

ed really is such a cynic very suspicious of everyone as he should be really

basque grand knowS SOMETHING

oh jesus oh fuck oh god please do not TOUCH THAT BABY

ed and al snuck back in to the house well u know what its for the best

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im gonna cry again please god no

FUCKING DIE SHIT HOLE

she’s hurting? oh my god

my sweet angel

ew his eyes!!!!!!!

tucker is such a fucking failure...like look at the chimera squad and greed’s theatre troupe being the way they are. ugh it really hits how fucking unfair it is

ed was really about to split them? boy you know better

where is nina going...im hurting

ed really tried to save her in this one

SCAR KILLS NINA IN THE STREETS???????? SIR

thats different

oh snap

oh FUCK

SCAR WHY DID YOU LEAVE HER BODY LIKE THAT

THE WAY SHE WAS ARRANGED ON THE WALL THAT WAS FUCKED UP

AND THEY FOUND HER LIKE THAT???? AT LEAST IN BROTHERHOOD THEY DIDNT HVE TO SEE HER CORPSE ARE YOU SHITTING ME?

that was fucked.

episode 8: the philosopher’s stone

can yall get ed and al away from nina’s fucking MURAL

get out of the car mustang

finally jesus christ

roy mustang talking about healthy coping mechanisms dont make me laugh but alright baby boy go off i guess?

im curious about who this goddamn serial killer is though lets turn to that plot thread

r u kidding me

mustang is making ed and al take over tucker’s research?? thats actually wildly messed up

oh tucker was straight executed that’s a choice i guess

tucker and the philosopher’s stone sounds inaccurate but ok

ed please stop being mean to your brother

03 mustang has got me reaching for a fucking baseball bat on GOD

scar and edward having this conversation right now i literally cannot

WINRY yes bitch

BRADLEY WHAT IN TARNATION

JESUS LORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDD

alphonse shut your mouthhhhhhhhhhh

im so confused what is bradley up to

“alchemists are not cold blooded murderers?”

i mean

kimblee would beg to differ for one

whos this creepy lady

her voice sounds familiar

barry’s food shop?

the killer is barry ok got it

IS BARRY DISGUISED AS A WOMAN

I KNEW THAT WAS JERRY JEWELL’S VOICE

WELL I KNEW IT SOUNDED FAMILIAR AT LEAST

WINRY GET OUT OF THE FUCKING TRUCk

has PINAKO TAUGHT YOU NOTHING

ok so i VASTLY prefer suit of armor original manga canon barry

this is such an odd plot what in fuck

um OW the meat cleaver

im so confused this fucking plotline

oh hey alphonse nice of you to show up!

is barry still gonna become a suit of armor later on

it makes NO SENSE to introduce him otherwise

everytime i see 03 mustang i wanna beat his ass HONESTLY

literally i will shove my foot up his ass

fullmetal here we go

ed thinks he’s so punk rock

oh great scar’s seen the watch

episode 9: be thou for the people

ed you simp buying winry all this stuff my edwin heart is ascending

SIMP SIMP SIMP

“mr. elric”?? you mean MAJOR ELRIC

to be fair though fuck the military

YOUSWELL??? oh LORD

im gonna need to read a full chronology of this show

alphonse continues to be a precious angel

where’s my boy yoki!!!!!

edward you idiot don’t go flaunting your money

woof woof ed

al looks so offended by ed saying they just met

whereas in brotherhood didnt he totally throw ed under the bus???

a choice to be sure

ah there he is hello yoki

who’s the chick

shes a lesbian

yoki makes me miss my baby girl mei chang

mei where r u

WAS THIS MILITARY DUDE REALLY ABOUT TO CUT DOWN A CHILD??? oh my god

hawkeye getting a promotion yes bby girl

jesus theyre transferring them to east now OKKKKKAY thats not how it happened it the book but ill take it....just doing it the opposite way i guess

who is lyra who is she

cute some military bribery

umm lyra what the fuck did you do

lyra is a homunculus im callin it now

they definitely invented/changed up some homunculi in fact im certain they did and shes one of em. gotta be

i feel like 03 wrote ed as much more insensitive towards others than he really is...just a vibe im getting

i know he was faking for the townspeople’s sake but i still get this vibe from other instances

i mean i cant say its not “canon” because its 03 canon

anyways what a show off

i cant believe theyre going to east...fuery and breda better be there

ok finally some answers on their ages....ed got his license at 12 like normal and nina and youswell were when he was 12...liore was 15,

if they didnt flash the ages on the screen id be lost honestly

at least we’re back up to “present day”

episode 10: the phantom thief

ed saying he doesnt wanna see mustang

same

03 mustang is activating my fight or flight and im choosing fight

ed cheating at cards totally checks out

um who the fuck is this woman

what is she wearing

SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THAT CUTOUT MAAM HOW DO YOUR C**CHY LIPS NOT POKE OUT

idk but this is fem!hisoka

“hey shouldnt we talk first” after getting handcuffed??? christ almighty these innuendos

siren??????? siren is probably also a “fake” homunculus

ugh

ok so the nurse is siren

ya aint slick girly

alphonse control your crush

I REFUSE!!!! ALMEI RIGHTS

why is al’s hair so brown in this flashback anywayssss

oh its spelled psiren ope

like she’s literally a batman villain...

oh my god...............the tiddy grab. my son would never

my son is respectful

is this her homunculus tat or just a random alchemy tat

the added plotlines and original content continue to confuse and astound me every single time....

ok but if psiren really was doing this for the hospital she wouldnt be so flashy about it. like thats how you get caught sweet cheeks

girly stop flirting with this child on god im gonna fucking kick you

now shes a nun????????????????

Shes a fucking troll i hate her

im going to kick alphonse into the sun

oh great now shes a teacher

wow shes a savior. the savior of amestrian venice. greatttttt

ed looking exactly like this emoji on this gondola rn 🧍‍♀️

STOP FLIRTING WITH THE CHILD

GOD THIS IS SO BATMAN VILLAIN ESQUE

alphonse plzzzzzzzzzz she aint your girl

ok so probably not the last we see of this ding dong con artist

ok so its starting to get muddy. im scared the 03 stans are gonna come after me like i do like it and im having fun watching it but some of the plot and characterization choices are just....odd??? idk i gotta keep going though!! im sorry i just stan arakawa and her work in all her glory!!!

#carol watches fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #carol's remaining brain cells #this is fun for me and no one else #whatever i dont care about anyone else on this website anyway #this is my stupid hole

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quirkykayleetam · 4 years

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This is Not a Whump Fic

TW for mild attempted kidnapping implications and mentions of Covid-19. Other than that, we’re just smashing some tropes!

Phoebe McKenna sighed as the breeze caressed her face, blowing tendrils of her black-brown hair back from her face. Christ, she thought, I must be going crazy if I get this excited about going to the goddamn grocery store.

She even dressed up for the occasion to go somewhere other than her living room: pink kitten heels, light-washed skinny jeans that showed off her dancer’s figure, sky blue sweater that finally matched the cloudless expanse above her. Sure, the protective mask over her face ruined the outfit a little, maring her light brown features, but Phoebe swirled her hair into a tight, high ponytail and made the best of it. She had a mission, after all.

Phoebe ran a finger down her color-coded list as she stepped into the store, snagging what she could aisle by aisle until she almost ran into trouble. Literally.

In front of Phoebe in the dried fruit and nuts section was a white-haired woman coughing so hard she could barely stay on her feet. She kept a white-knuckled grip on her cart as Phoebe watched the spittle fly from her uncovered mouth to the floor, the nearby shelves, and everything the woman touched after that. The woman coughed every few steps as she shuffled along and a part of Phoebe wanted to rush to her side, letting the lady lean into Phoebe’s shoulder as Phoebe led her to her car and got the rest of her items for her.

Another piece of Phoebe’s brain could imagine herself slowly coming down with the virus, dragging herself through household chores until she collasped in front of the laundry machine. Her roommate, Elijah, would hear her and come rushing. He secretly had a crush on her since they met at the tenant’s gathering, but he was a mechanic and look at her. She was way out of his league. He would stumble over his words, asking Phoebe who to call as he carried her to bed. He would spoon feed her his grandma’s gumbo as Phoebe progressively got worse and worse, sleeping fitfully in a chair by her bed each night to change the cool compress on her head until her fever broke. Finally, Phoebe would reach out to him and he’d take her hand. After months of touch-starved longing, the feeling would be electric, like connection, a connection only amplified when Elijah lifted her palm to brush his lips against the back of her knuckles as she fell back to sleep with a smile on her face.

Instead, Phoebe circled back to snag gallon-sized Ziplock bags, bleach, a squirt bottle, and a bottle of lemon essential oils, getting the rest of her produce while carefully avoiding any where she could tell the elderly woman went.

After checking out at a decidedly different station, she found the poor cashier who worked with the woman, setting her supplies on the end of his empty lane. The kid couldn’t have been older than 19, judging by his acne and the reddened hands he hadn’t grown into yet. Phoebe smiled in sympathy.

“Put one part bleach and 16 parts water in here,” she said, gesturing to the squirt bottle. “I remember mornings in my sorority house after a party. This will disinfect like nothing else. The bags will work as gloves since your superiors can’t be assed to give you any. A few drops of this stuff--she wagged the oils in the air--and they won’t smell a thing.”

“Six...sixteen parts water?”

She nodded back at him with a wink. “Sorority girl and a chemistry major. Just be sure to put the bleach in first.”

Phoebe was halfway to her car when she heard a loud, distressed drawl behind her.

“No, Maw, I don’t know what else to do. I been to three stores already and they aint got nothing nowhere! I’m telling you, empty shelves is all.”

She glanced over her shoulder to see a man in his late twenties practically shouting into a flip phone. His blue eyes met her amber ones before flicking down to the bags in her hands.

“Hey, miss!” he called. “You don’t happen to have some toilet paper in there, do ‘ya?”

Phoebe nodded.

“Could ‘ya…Would ‘ya be willing to split some of that with me? I don’t need much, just a couple of rolls for me and my maw.”

Phoebe looked the man up and down. He had black hair smushed beneath a faded green trucker’s cap. He could have been handsome beneath his sunburn and slouched posture.

“Sure,” she said. “I have a 8-pack and really only need four. You’re welcome to the rest.”

He hooted and spun in a circle before gesturing to the back of the store where Phoebe could barely see a run-down pick-up truck hidden in the shadows of the building.

“Well aren’t you just my angel today, miss! If you’ll just come along with me, I’ll get ‘ya the money outta my ride.”

“That’s fine, no charge. We’re all in a pinch these days,” Phoebe smiled.

Already walking, the man faltered slightly.

“Well, my hands are pretty full, little lady. Surely you don’t mind just throwing it in the back there?”

With a critical eye, Phoebe caught a glimpse of the shiny muzzle of the hunting rifle back seat and the distinctive gray-silver of duct tape in the man’s bags.

“Social distancing, remember!” she said, still smiling. “Besides, I’m late to a brunch set-up with my sister and she’s probably already calling to know where I am. Why don’t I just set your stuff down right here. You can get it after you drop off your bags.”

With that, she immediately pulled out her phone, finger on the emergency dial.

“Hey Tammy,” she cooed into the receiver. “Yes, yes, I’m on my way. Girl, I know I’m late. You really want to start this thing without mixers? Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

When Phoebe got to her red Ford Focus, she didn’t wait to see if the man got his toilet paper. She didn’t wait for him to tap on her window asking for a jump. She just hit the gas and sped home.

___

Finally, finally Phoebe made it back to her apartment complex, stopping just long enough to put out the food she bought for Mr. Meow. Mrs. Rodriquez was having trouble getting down the stairs to feed the tabby stray and Phoebe helped when she could.

She slipped a small silver key out of her pocket and shimmied into the basement door.

“Sorry that took so long! You would not believe the time I just had!” Phoebe sighed, properly disposing of her mask in the trash can by the door. “Anyway where were we? And I swear, if that cat, or anything, interrupts us again, I’m going to set it on fire.”

She strode across the floor, covered in industrial-style plastic sheeting to the man duct taped to the stark wooden chair in the middle of the room. His green eyes were wild and bloodshot as he struggled with the gag shoved roughly in his mouth.

“Of course, there are things I would much rather be burning,” Phoebe said, kicking the chair backward and drawing a strained cry from the man before she caught it at the last minute so he teetered there between covered concrete and kitten heel.

“Oh, that was cute!” Phoebe pursed her lips. “I do love those delicious sounds.”

Reaching to her back pocket, she pulled out a light-blue Hello Kitty lighter and flicked it on, placing it just below the man’s ear. His eyes twitched as she moved it nearer and nearer. He could feel the heat almost searing his face, but he couldn’t see more than a threatening jolt of light at the edge of his vision.

“Now,” Phoebe said, jerking the lighter forward in one smooth move. “Do it again.”

#Whump #Whump Fic #Quarantine Humor #Surprise Whumper #Burned #Attempted Kidnapping #Sick!Fic Mentions #quirkykayleetam writes #This is what I call #Whump!Crack #But hey meet my new OC #Phoebe McKenna #She's gonna come back I promise

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misfit-among-the-angels · 6 years

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You started and I'll finish it

Word count: 5115

Genre: SMUT

Pairing: Shinsuke Nakamura x Reader

Warnings: Smut and wrestling I guess

Summary: Alternate Universe Smackdown live where female reader starts a feud with Shinsuke Nakamura, but situation changes when Shinsuke starts to tease the reader.

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A/N: Originally I was inspired to write after I've watched some of Shinsuke's matches from New Japan. And at first it was meant to be a short fanfic, but after couple of months I came back to this with a fresh idea.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rang and Shinsuke’s theme song started to play. I and he were the winners of a tag team match against Carmella and Baron Corbin. Referee raised our hands and then walked to check if Baron was okay. I was resting at the right ring corner, Shin was in the middle, and it was my moment. I was cursing myself and creative for making me do this, but game is a game right, either you play along or you lose. I gathered all the energy that was left in me and launched at Shinsuke, kicking him with Kinshasa, his own finishing move. Audience gasped at this and they even stopped singing along his theme song which stopped also. Corbin rolled out of the ring as fast as he could. Referee tried to stop me, but I just barked ‘Get off’ and walked to Shin, which was now lying on his back with a hand on his neck, which was the place where I struck him. A devilish smile appeared on my face as I looked down at him

‘King of strong style, eh?’ I chuckled as I squatted down. ‘Well, it seems you’re not so strong anymore, “King”’. I made sure to emphasised “king”. As most people in the arena, Shinsuke had pain, shock and surprise written all over his face. I stood up and mocked his hand gesture and then I spat on him. Audience gasped even louder and even started to boo me. But I just shot one cold glare at Shinsuke and exited the ring. Baron wanted to say something to me, but I just gave him a death glare and stormed out of the arena.

As much as I hated to admit this, it felt so damn good to be like this, to be bad. But nevertheless, I was worried about Shin because I knew that my attempted to do Kinshasa was probably not as perfect as he would do, and, I was mad at creative because the truth is, I liked Shinsuke so much and this fucking feud was making me feel horrible.

It was next week, I was making my way to the ring where Shinsuke was waiting for me. Audience booed me, but I didn’t care, to be honest it was kinda fun.

I entered the ring just to see Shin’s sassy smile. Apart smile he was as calm as a man can be.

I grabbed mic and stepped closer to him. I looked him in the eye, ‘you wanted me, “King”, so here I am’. Shin rolled eyes at me but remained silent.

‘Don’t you dare to roll your eyes at-’ I was cut short by a knee strike to my gut which sent me to the ground. Audience cheered loudly and chanted “Nakamura”. Somehow I regained my posture, but now I wasn’t so confident and I was grabbing ring rope. Now Shinsuke stepped closer, still holding a mic. Sassy smirk was still on his face, but his eyes were burning with a cold flame.

‘I’ll see you next week,’ that was all he said. After that his music started. He gave me one last glare as he made his way out of the ring leaving me in the ring alone.

The past month was probably one of the hardest and the weirdest in my life. My feud with Shin took a really wild turn. Not that only Shinsuke was winning all the matches against me, he actually kissed me after one. I was cleanly pinned by him and lost another match. It happened so fast that I couldn't even believe it at first. But when the referee told me that Shinsuke really won, I literally lost my shit. I pushed a poor ref away from me just to find The King of Strong Style facing me with a lazy smirk dancing on his handsome face. I hated that smirk with every nerve in my body. I opened my mouth to say something snarky at him but I was literally pushed in the nearest ring corner. And the next thing I felt was Shin's lips on mine! He did that just to shut me up and to be honest, that worked too well. And in the blink of an eye a kiss was broken and I was left in both shock and arousal. I found myself fighting against the urge to break my character and just have my way with him right here and right now... But even being in character I had to behave even though I knew that if I’ll see Shinsuke one more time this evening I will lose it.

And from that event Shinsuke was teasing me whenever he could. Little touches when we had fights or flirty smiles and smirks when we talked… How he got to know my biggest secret? How he got to know that I had a crush on him? I didn’t tell anyone about this and creative couldn’t be THAT smart, so it was all Shinsuke. If it was his tactic to drive me crazy - it worked too damn well. But he wasn't the only one who had tricks up his sleeve. I had some tricks of my own and I was too far gone not to use them.

I couldn’t believe that I lost one of the biggest matches I’ve ever had in my life, and it was a damn pay-per-view too! I was too damn sure about myself winning this match that I wasn’t ready for Shinsuke.

I don’t know how I managed to leave the ring and walk all that way to the backstage. When I finally reached backstage I leaned at the nearest wall. I needed to calm my heart which was racing as hell and I needed to calm my mind, and that was hard to do. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Shin and his sassy smirk. My body longed for his touch so badly. Delicious shivers were running up and down my body. I was so damn turned on that it was painful to even walk, but I needed to reach my locker room.

I sighed and started to walk slowly. But my legs were giving up and those goddamned shivers… Well fuck me.

I couldn’t care less if someone will hear me or something, ‘mother fucker!’ I was angry, I was tired and on top of all that I was turned on so fucking much. But still, I was trying to think what I should do next...

King of Strong Style really went hard on me. I challenged him for a title shot and I thought it will be the best time to use some of my tricks.

Shin was looking extra smug today. Like it was so clear that he had something on his mind, but I’ve mistaken that for his usual smug looks. Big mistake.

At first match was going pretty well, we both were building up our momentum and we were both really focused on a match. Not until his famous "come on" pose. Secretly this was my big weak spot, every time when he did that I felt goosebumps forming on my skin. He yelled "come on" at me as usual and he probably was expecting me to eat this up and run at him like others did just to get a knee to the gut. But I had other plans. I tilted my head to the side and mocked him, yelling at him "come on" too. At first Shinsuke pouted. It seemed like he was thinking about something. Then suddenly a big smile flashed on his face. He stared to circling me like I was his prey. I kept an eye contact and I was turning with him, I could’ve stayed still, but I didn’t trust him, not when he stalks me like this. I felt my cheeks burning like hell, I for one tried to keep my resting bitch face just for the sake of my character. Finally Shin stopped and brushed his hair out of his face. He beckoned at me with one hand, not even bothering saying that famous phrase of his. But the way he wiggled his fingers got me instantly. Like he knew that this was my weakness. I stopped a moan which was trying to escape my throat and finally launched at him. Shinsuke was more than happy to knee me in a gut.

Then in the middle of a match I was trying to lock on a submission when I felt Shin’s fingers tracing my neck ever-so-slightly. My body shivered at this and I had to let him go. Otherwise I would’ve melted in Shin’s hands. I had this feeling that he knew what he was doing to me all along. I don’t know how he was able to do this when the whole match was televised, it seemed that he had no trouble at all. But I was struggling hard.

The final straw was when Shinsuke was trying to hold me in a submission and he "accidentally" moved on top of me. And while I was struggling and trying to get out of it he took his chance to grind his hips against me. He even went as far as to breathe on my neck. I almost immediately and involuntary started to grind my ass against him. This was getting out of hand. I was pretty sure that at this point my panties were basically drenched, and as knowing that Shin slightly bit my neck. I no longer couldn’t take this slow torture, so the only option I was left was tapping out.

The bell rang and Shinsuke was still a champion while I was lying in the middle of the ring and trying, with my arousal clouded brains, think what the hell just happened.

I was half way to my locker room when suddenly the familiar voice of AJ Styles asked me, ‘whoa, who’s got so unlucky to be called "motherfucker"?

‘Shinsuke’, I hissed, trying hard not to show how I actually felt, I just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t need any company or comments. But I stopped and faced him.

‘Well I can admit, he can be an asshole sometimes,’ AJ smiled at me. ‘But you two have an incredible chemistry going on in the ring. I always love watching the two of you’.

‘Oh, so you enjoy seeing me being beat up by your best friend... How fucking nice,’ I rolled my eyes at AJ. ‘Do me a favor and tell him that I will make him suffer next time’.

I turned from AJ and started to walk away when I heard him saying, ‘it might be the other way around…’

I didn’t pay much attention to those words only because I thought that AJ was either speaking of something else or just fooling around. But little that I know AJ was actually sent by Shinsuke. Only if I had known that I would have paid more attention to AJ’s words.

When I reached my locker room I finally was save from all the unwanted attention. Shower might help me calm down, but first I’ve got an idea. I searched for my phone which was in my bag, when I found it I opened my front camera to record a little video for fans and obviously for Shinsuke.

‘Today you won by a sheer luck,’ I said and stared intensely at my camera. ‘But don’t forget Nakamura, that title belongs on my waist’-I made a wider shot and pointed at my waist-‘so be ready to lose your crown “king”. I smiled at the camera and stopped recording. I probably could’ve done something better but hopefully this will do.

I added that video to my tweet and wrote, ‘today I lost but I’ve got a little reminder for @ShinsukeN’. I clicked send button and headed to shower to wash all my sweat and arousal away.

Shower indeed helped me relieve some tension and I came out of it feeling really fresh. I immediately checked if Shin responded and yes, he did. I sat down just in case if I’ll see something triggering. Knowing Shin it could be anything. And especially right now he probably will try to get into my head even more. I opened his tweet, he didn't wrote anything, so I took a deep breath and clicked on a video. What I noticed immediately when video started was that someone filmed this from Shin’s phone, it wasn’t just a random selfie like video. He was casually resting against the wall with the same sassy smile that I knew so painfully well.

‘You still want this,’ Shin pointed his long finger at championship which was around his waist. ‘Come and get it!’ He winked and video ended.

Shiver ran down my body but I only smiled to myself.

I was too tired to go explore the city so I decided that the best thing that I can do at this moment is to grab a book, curl up in my hotel bed and just forget about Shin for a moment. I usually wouldn’t do this, I’d go and explore city, take some pictures and get my rest this way. But my body and my mind were exhausted after that match. Shinsuke indeed hits hard. But I wasn’t worried about bruises and stuff, I still couldn’t get my mind on this whole teasing thing. Maybe it will sort itself…

Evening went really good until my phone’s screen lit up. The hell?! I was a bit annoyed but when I saw that it was a massage from Shinsuke I sat straight up in my bed. Since when he sends me direct messages on twitter? And since when he talks to me behind all wrestling stuff? We barely see each other on a daily basis. This was strange but it got my really curious. A video message, let’s see…

‘Let’s settle this once and for all. Meet me at the ring side tomorrow’s night. It’s gonna be just the two of us. And if you meet me tomorrow I promise, I won’t do anything stupid in our match next week,’ video ended leaving me a little bit confused but excited.

I played video couple more times just because I find his accent cute.

I wasn’t in the mood for recording a vid as an answer so I just wrote, ‘I’ll be there’. I picked my book again and tried to get my mind off of this matter, but I couldn’t. Why suddenly this became such a personal matter? Why we couldn’t sort this out next week?

Under my confusion I couldn’t help myself but to feel intrigued. A lot can happen when it’s just me and Shin in an empty arena in the middle of a night…

This was it. I was standing near the entrance to the main area where the ring was already standing. Darkness surrounded me and I couldn’t see shit. I could’ve use my phone’s flashlight but I didn’t mind darkness. My heart was racing, it was so strange to be in this big building alone in the night. I took some deep breaths. I was too curious to run away, but let’s see if curiosity will kill this cat.

My eyes finally got used to the darkness and I could see a silhouette of a ring. I walked slowly towards it. I reached the ring and walked around it – nothing. I was a bit confused because Shin said to meet him at the ring side. I didn’t know what to do next so I jumped on the apron and stepped in to the ring, I always wanted to stand in the middle of it in an empty arena at night. I was standing in the middle of the ring, darkness and eerie silence surrounded me, it was a thrilling experience.

One minute I was standing in a darkness and the other minute I was in a spotlight. It was so sudden that it blinded me. I blinked few times to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light. Anyone else would probably freak out at this point but I was enthralled. But this light was not enough for me to clearly see what was happening on the ring side. But wait a minute, I can see a silhouette of sorts. I turned myself in the direction of it. The silhouette was siting, that I could see, but I couldn’t see anything else. I assumed it was Shinsuke. Who else could it be?

And as I was thinking about how Shin planned all this, another spotlight turned on and shone directly where I thought Shin was siting. But it wasn‘t him, it was AJ.

‘What? You were expecting someone else?’ AJ broke the silence.

‘Am... I was supposed to meet Shinsuke here,’ okay, now I was really confused. ‘But what exactly are you doing here?’

‘Oh yes! I forgot to mention that he’ll be here in a few minutes. But while we wait I just wanna clear some things and ask you some questions, okay?’ He didn’t answer my question I noticed that but decided just to wait and see.

‘Okay, but wh—’

AJ quickly interrupted me, ‘just by honest okay? I really wanna hear a truth’.

‘Okay, go ahead’.

‘Okay then. You know that hotel room walls are like thin paper. You basically can hear what other person is doing, right? So other day and even few days back in this month I might have heard some noises coming out of your room, even Shinsuke has heard them,’ he gave me a lazy smile. ‘But hey, we might have misheard it and it could’ve been not you, it’s easy to misjudge something like this. So could you give me any information on this? And remember - truth!’

Oh shit they know! My cheeks were burning, suddenly I felt so exposed. I wanted to hide form the spotlight and from AJ’s piercing eyes. Even if I’d try to lie my body would betray me, my face was already betraying me. I was sure AJ noticed how red my cheeks were. I cleared my throat not knowing what I will say, only one thought came into my mind. Play it cool and smooth.

‘And what kind of noises you’ve heard? I might have been singing along to some songs or who knows, I might’ve been talking in my sleep’.

AJ’s smile grew a bit bigger, ‘oh you know, inappropriate ones. You even have said Shinsuke’s name few times. What were you doing?’

I opened my mouth to say something but then I closed it, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. I closed my eyes for a second and at the same time took a deep breath.

I opened my eyes just to see darkness and emptiness around me, both of our spotlights were gone and AJ was gone too.

All of a sudden I felt someone’s presence behind me. Then all too familiar voice whispered in my ear, ‘All this time you couldn’t keep your hands and you were touching yourself wishing that it was my hands instead. Am I right?’

I couldn’t help but bite my lip. I didn’t dare to turn around even though I knew what I will see in a spotlight. Shin brushed my hair out of his way and placed small kisses on the back of my neck.

‘Shin…’ this was all I could managed to say, it sounded more like a moan than like my usual voice.

‘Answer me’.

This man will be the death of me…

‘You’re right,’ I was capable only whisper this but Shinsuke heard that anyways. And then he was gone. I bit my lip again preventing a whine which threatened to leave my lips. I already wanted to feel his lips on my neck. I heard him walking and soon I saw him standing in front of me, his spotlight was following him. Big smile was dancing on his lips. Shin was looking like he was about to hit the gym with his red sweatpants but strangely without a shirt.

‘Since our feud started I asked AJ to keep an eye on you. I didn’t know you but you intrigued me so I wanted to know more about you. At first, AJ didn’t bring any useful information, not until that one time he heard you. I believe it was after that spontaneous kiss of mine. Not sorry for that, I couldn’t resist,’ Shin cheekily showed his tongue at me, still teasing me. ‘Then we changed our rooms so I was always next to your room and you didn’t even notice that’.

So I gave my secret away without knowing it, stupid me…

Shinsuke wanted to say something but I decided that I won’t have any more teasing so I just stepped in and kissed him. It wasn’t a slow and passionate kiss, it was fierce and dominant. I imagined Shin was not ready for this but he definitely enjoyed this kiss as much as I was enjoying it. It was not long before my hands started to wander. I basically moaned in his mouth when my hands caressed his strong back. He smiled in between our kisses and went to hold me by my waist.

Soon we had to break our kiss because the lack of oxygen. Gods, Shinsuke was looking absolutely gorgeous, his hair was a bit messy, he was breathing deep and his abs were showing off just in a right way.

‘Oh I didn’t know you were this desperate,’ Shin raised an eyebrow at me. ‘I guess the teasing really got you’.

‘Oh shut up! I swear if you don’t fuck me right here and now I–’

‘I will,’ big smile appeared on Shinsuke’s face. ‘In time…’

I don’t know what I did, but one second I was ready to punch him really hard and the other I was laying on a ring mat with my hands above my head and Shin on top of me. His face was millimeters away from mine. We stared at each others eyes for a while but when I felt his grip on my hands relaxed I moved quickly and now I was straddling him.

‘Really?’ I chuckled. I didn’t wait his replay and leaned in to steal a little kiss from him. In process I harshly pulled at Shin’s lover lip and started to move my hips against him at the same time. I felt him shiver against me. I smiled. I took of my shirt but I left my bra on. Let’s drive him crazy.

I kissed my way to Shin’s neck, giving him couple of bites and licks. Then I slowly moved to his collarbones and his chest. All this time I never ceased to move my hips. Finally feeling him hardening against me. I smiled at him, suddenly stopping all my movements. I moved between his legs. I palmed him through his sweatpants, looking at him and registering all of his facial expressions. Shinsuke’s eyes was challenging me but he was biting his lip and this view itself made me even wetter. I slid down his sweatpants and boxers and his cock sprang free. I licked my lips and leaned down slowly licking his cock from the base to the tip. I did this few times without breaking an eye contact. But then I focused on a tip, slowly swirling my tongue around it and then taking it in my mouth. I felt him shivering against me and then he let out a low growl. This growl made me feel goosebumps all over my body. I gave him few little licks on his tip and then I wrapped my mouth around his cock, slowly taking him inch by inch into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I felt my eyes watering a bit but I could control my gag reflex, so I wasn’t bothered. Shin slightly thrusted his hips up and tangled his hand into my hair. While slowly sucking him and swirling my tongue around his cock in my mouth I raised my eyes to look at Shin and what I saw was beyond sexy. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, few strands of his hair draped on that handsome face… He even muttered something in Japanese, I couldn’t understand that but it was sexy to hear his low voice in this silence.

Soon I started to pick up a rhythm, constantly changing between sucking and licking his cock. This sent shudders through his body, his abs rippling as he was convulsing in pleasure. He was close. But I didn’t want to give him what he wanted this easily. So slowed down my movements again, taking him out and slowly pumping him with my hand. But then Shin did something I wasn’t ready for. With his quickness and agility he basically got me into some kind of a submission lock. We were in a sitting position, Shinsuke was behind me, he spread my legs and hold them in place with his own. My back was against his chest, his cock was pocking at my lower back.

Shin brushed my hair out of his way again and breathed on my neck. He unclasped my bra and tossed it away, ‘you really thought I will let you this easily have your way with me?’

My answer was turned into a moan when his palms reached my breasts. He teased gently over my nipples for a moment before beginning to pinch and tweak them, ‘go on, moan, I waited long enough for this’.

He gave my nipples as much attention as he could give, it was until this point where he only brushed his finger over them and I shivered. I was so close to begging him to touch me where I needed his touch the most, but Shin read my thoughts and slowly slid his hands down my stomach. I was happy that I wore sweatpants too, so he easily slid those off of me with my panties together.

At this point I was dripping, I moaned loudly when Shin finally ran his fingers along my lips, all the way up to my clit, ‘ohh fuck…’

Shin’s fingers began circle my clit slowly, sometimes teasing my entrance but not dipping in. My head fell back on his shoulder giving him better access to my neck. His other hand was gently massaging my breast and nipple. Finally he decided not to tease me and slipped two fingers inside me. Slowly pushing his fingers in and out, in and out. Never penetrating me deeply. But this combination had me in an absolute ecstasy. My body was shivering against his, eyes closed, little breaths and moans escaping my throat. I felt like I was about to explode. And just as I thought my orgasm was going to hit me, Shinsuke pulled his fingers out of me.

‘How badly do you want it?’ he teasingly asked me. I wanted to move and slap him or teasing him like this as well but Shin was holding me tight so I gave up and played along.

‘Oh gods Shin, please…,’ I begged him. ‘I want it so bad, I want to your long fingers inside me!’

‘As you wish..,’ He was satisfied with my begging so he slipped two of his deliciously long fingers inside me again and started to finger me in a quite fast pace. His fingers were brushing over my sweet spot and paired with him biting my neck was my undoing. My toes curled, my back arched, I moaned his name loudly. But Shin didn’t stop pushing his fingers in and out of me and soon my second orgasm washed over me, even harder than the first one.

My body went limp against him, smile was on my lips as I was catching up my breath, ‘your fingers can do magic’.

Shin chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of me, ‘wait until you see what I can do to you with this’. He grinded his cock against my lower back.

This was probably my moment to straddle him again, but I just enjoyed way too much having him this dominant. So he laid me on my back and then Shin lowered his body and his cock landed right where I wanted it. I bucked my hips to urge him. He gave me a teasing smile and slowly pushed himself into me. He felt amazing. Shin was completely buried inside me. He was laying on top of me, and looking into my eyes. But not moving. I felt him inside me, but it was not enough. I wanted him to move. I wanted him to fuck me. I tried and moved my hips, but he had me pinned down. Gods, what was he doing to me?! Teasing me again?! Sensing my agony, Shinsuke slowly started to thrust into me. Yes, this is what I wanted! I closed my eyes and arched my back, enjoying how amazingly good he felt. Shin leaned in to kiss my breasts and slowly picked a faster rhythm.

Soon Shinsuke was moving faster and faster inside me and gods, I could feel it and he could feel it too. Shin slid one of his hands between our bodies to circle my clit and eventually pushed me over the edge. Shin followed me soon enough, with a heavy moan he pushed deep inside, filling me with a warmth that spread from deep in my belly making me moan again. Shin collapsed beside me, I turned my head to look at him. Shin’s hair were draped around him, small droplets of sweat running down his face, his eyes closed… This view made me smile breathlessly.

Our hotel was nearby this big arena and thank gods for that. And so as we finally walked out of that big and now silent building, we found AJ casually sitting there and basically doing nothing. He heard our steps and raised his head.

‘Finally you’re done with whatever you were doing,’ AJ pretended he didn’t saw that we were holding hands. ‘But next time please, don’t be so goddamn loud’. He gave us a little smile walked towards hotel.

I looked at Shin and he looked at me, few second passed and we started to giggle like a couple of schoolgirls.

‘I don’t know how much he have heard but I will tease him about that,’ I giggled.

‘Me too,’ Shin brushed his hair out of his face held my hand more tightly and so we followed AJ to the hotel.

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Megamind is hot, sue me

Megamind (the character, not the movie) is an acquired taste that gets better with each self-indulgent hyperfocus imbibing that I partake in. He’s hot, not only because he’s definitely queer coded and he doesn’t really appeal to the male gaze that renders most superheroes into muscular, honorable, overpowered men that real life men can project their power fantasies onto if they so choose, but because he’s just a good, intelligent, goofy person with integrity, despite his very apparent flaws. But that’s what makes him three-dimensional, real, and oh-so sympathetic. He jumps off the screen and the script like a living, nuanced person, thanks to the god-like abilities of the director, the screenwriter, and the impromptu comedic genius and effusive voice of Will Ferrell.

When I first watched the movie at some point after it recently came out as a child, it passed through my memory much like flour falls through a sieve and the fine remnants got lodged so deep in the fever dream static layer of my subconsciousness that even Sigmund Freud would have trouble teasing it out.

I’m still not even quite sure I actually did watch it when it first came out, because Despicable Me unfortunately overshadowed it and that movie got all the hype at the time. Megamind was far ahead of its time because it was so clever and the superhero genre that it was parodying had yet to peak.

Then I found it as an adult, and my world was changed forever. The fever dream was real. I fell in love with it and it has officially taken its honorable place as my primary special interest. I have watched it probably ~10 times now and I will watch it many more times. It is my comfort movie. I adore it because it’s so goddamn well-rounded in pretty much every sense and every detail is accounted for, which is utterly delectable for an obsessive autistic brain like mine that constantly looks for patterns and connections.

Anyway, Megamind is hot, and he gets hotter the more you indulge in said hyperfixation on the movie. He’s very charismatic, he is endearing and constantly expresses care and concern towards Roxanne even when they’re flirting and brimming over the top with palpable chemistry while he’s showing off his menagerie of dangerous, albeit cliche, weapons of villainy acquired from Romania. And don’t even get me started on all the preening he does in vain attempts to impress Roxanne, the woman he’s been attracted to for longer than he’d like to admit (or even know himself, since he’s the only member of his species on a planet not native to him that’s in a completely different quadrant of space, and doesn’t really know anything about his species’ mating/courting rituals as a result).

It’s so sweet and fun and his face expressions become totally lascivious and arrogant and soft when Roxanne is involved. My favorite is when Roxanne called him while he was in his lair while he was wearing a shower cap and goggles, and he asked, “What on earth is that?” and Minion replied, “It seems to be emanating from there, sir.” I love when he answers with, “Ollo?” and Minion corrects him, and then when he realizes it’s Roxanne he takes off his goggles as if she can see him, and calls her cute.

I could go on forever. I love this movie and I’m a Megamind simp and I’m not ashamed of that shit.

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Chills

Sapphic September: Prompt 5 - Chills

Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood - Clizzy

Warning: this fic deals about the side-effects of an antidepressant, content warning for mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, and side-effects

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Clary had been sitting on the couch for a number of hours that she couldn’t really define. Netflix was playing Supernatural, and she was just binge watching it, using it as a background noise to distract her mind.

She let her hands roam over the paper of her notepad, charcoal pencil in hand as she traced shapes she wasn’t paying attention too, just to busy her mind, and keep her fingers sharp. She was drawing the beautiful features of one of the leads of the show, Jensen Ackles.

It wasn’t the first time she drew him today, if the small pile of sketches on her right meant anything. It just kept her comfortable and busy.

Today was not the best of days. The side effects of the anti-depressants she was taking, effexor, varied depending the day and the time of the month, but today was just a bad day. She’d had a terrible headache all morning, and now she was just alternating between states of perfectly okay and needing to puke her guts immediately. Good thing that Fridays were Clary’s “free day” where she had no classes.

The drug had changed her life, still. She hadn’t had a deeply depressive episode in… months. She hadn’t had suicidal thoughts since then either. She was doing great. She had a loving girlfriend, and a balanced life. She just needed to take two pills a day, but it wasn’t much of a sacrifice.

Izzy helped, for sure. She was a sunshine in Clary’s life, a bright, beautiful sunshine, and she did help when Clary was feeling a little less motivated. She was there when Clary missed a dose and felt like she was dying.

She was there when Clary puked every hour for a day, until it hurt to even think about rushing to the bathroom again. She was there when Clary’s libido was so high that she couldn’t really imagine getting out of bed and dressed and doing something else.

Yes, Clary was happier now. More alive.

She was putting the last touches to the strands that fell over Jensen’s eyes, when the door opened. Izzy’s heels clicked on the floor, and her bag hit the chair not far from the couch. In a second, Izzy’s arms were wrapped around Clary’s shoulder and the other woman was pressing a kiss on her forehead.

“Stop hurting my girlfriend, you prick.” She muttered with a chuckle at the headache Clary had texted her about in the morning.

“How was class?” Clary asked as Izzy let her go and settled down next to her, taking the sketches and going through them.

“It was Spanish. I got the best grade of the class.” Izzy chuckled, both humble and completely not. Clary grinned.

“Isn’t taking Spanish cheating? You were fluent by the time you were in kindergarten.”

Izzy rolled her eyes and settled on one of the drawings of Misha Collins, another actor from Supernatural. “This man is way too pretty for his own good.” She muttered.

Clary chuckled. She loved Isabelle deeply. Izzy was insane, gorgeous, and one of the most intelligent people Clary had ever met. She was currently in the senior year of her Biology Bachelor’s degree, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she would get into medical school without a single problem.

Clary was re-taking her sophomore year at Brooklyn’s Academy of Art this year. She was happy about it, really happy about going back to class, now that she felt… happier.

They stayed on the couch for a while, making small talk as Izzy chatted about her latest classes, paperworks and grades. Clary listened and shared her own new projects, and they settled back on Supernatural.

The hunters were walking through a dark room, flashlights out and looking around, waiting for the next jumpscare when the light flashed and a sudden rush of air touched Clary. She almost jumped off the couch, tense and looking at the goosebumps on her arms.

The mug of tea that was on the coffee table spilled over as her leg bumped into it.

“Fuck.” She grumbled.

Izzy was looking at her with surprise, surprise that quickly changed into a bit of worry. “Did you injure yourself?” She asked.

Clary shook her head. She was fine. She’d just freaked out completely because of the goddamn tense music and because of the jumpscare she was suspecting. It had just been some wind.

“What happened?” Izzy pressed a little.

“Wind.”

The slightly puzzled expression on her girlfriend’s face made Clary sigh and sink into the couch again. Izzy grabbed a sponge to get the tea off of the table, and a cloth for the rug.

Clary knew it was just the pills and their side-effects. It happened. But every time, she had those couple of seconds where she just… thought the window was open.

That was a side-effect she always felt terrible about. It made her think she saw, heard or felt things that didn’t exist. It sometimes made her feel like she was going a little insane. But no. It was just… brain chemistry mishaps, just like Izzy always said when they cuddled in bed.

Just like the libido changes. It was just stuff Clary lived with now. A quite small price to pay, when she realized how good she felt now. How… it was better, and sunnier, like this. Yes, there were days where she had chills, over and over for no reason.

The good days, so many of them spent at school, or going out for a drink with Izzy, Simon - her childhood best friend - , Maia - his girlfriend - , Alec - Izzy’s brother - , and Alec’s fiancé, Magnus. They had fun, they went dancing.

It was far from perfect. It was… better than before though. Much better. It was the first step, really. She could do things, she could function and the world felt a little easier. It didn’t feel amazing, but it felt better.

The chills were worth it. At least until she wanted to live in this smooth, almost emotionless version of her mind. She needed the crutch for a while. And then, when she was ready, she would get up and let go of it. But for now, the chills were worth it.

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A Match made in Heaven 7

(You can start reading from the beginning here, find part 6 here or read this fic on AO3.)

STEP 1: Bond over something (BOOKS!)

When Dean drives Claire home that day, he actually feels kind of positive about this whole thing. The kids sat him down and showed him their list; an actual, thought-out, list. With bullet points and shit. They actually meant it when they said that they had an honest-to-god plan about how Dean could woo Cas. And with how much they care about it, how could he deny their help?

When they arrive, Claire and Sam nag Cas about getting a few more minutes to play, and finally leave Dean and Cas in the hallway with matching grins.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says again, a smile on his face. “Do you maybe want some tea? Or a coffee? That would give the kids some more time.”

“Yeah, sure. A cup of coffee would be nice. I have a shift coming up,” Dean sighs.

He follows Cas into the kitchen, thinking about how to best approach Claire’s first suggestion. Apparently, Cas loves talking about books, and Dean should take advantage of that.

“A shift at the bar, right?” Cas asks as he turns his back to Dean and starts the coffee maker.

“Yeah.” Dean watches for a minute as Cas prepares their drinks, muscles on his back shifting with every move. When Cas reaches up to grab two cups from a shelf above his head, and his shirt rides up and exposes the dimples on his lower back, Dean has to clear his throat and distract himself from the view by continuing their conversation. “So, Cas. Claire told me you’re almost done with your exams and finally have more time to yourself, how are you using it?”

“Oh, well, she’s right. I actually only have two more exams coming up, and I’ll be done in two weeks. I try to spend most of my time with Claire, actually.”

“That’s lovely,” Dean says, a soft smile spreading over his face.

“And the rest of my time, I use to study. Or read,” Cas grins, turning around with a cup of coffee for Dean, and tea for himself.

“Yeah? What do you read?” Dean asks, trying for casual as he takes his coffee from Castiel’s hand and leans against the kitchen table.

“Pretty much everything, to be honest. Do you have a favorite author?” Cas sounds excited now, and Dean finds himself thinking that this couldn’t have gone any better.

They continue to talk about books and authors and favorite genres animatedly for about half an hour, and only end their conversation when Dean remembers he has to work in an hour. Cas is ecstatic when he runs upstairs to send Sammy down and grab his favorite book to lend Dean.

They say their goodbyes and Dean promises to bring his own favorite, Cat‘s Cradle, for Cas to read next time.

STEP 2: Make him his favorite food (BURGERS!)

„Wow, it smells amazing in here.“ Cas‘ grin stretches from cheek to cheek when Dean opens the door for him.

“I made some burgers, the kids were about to start eating. Do you and Claire want to join us, or are you in a hurry? Claire told me you like burgers,“ Dean says, backing up towards the kitchen with a questioning look.

“Honestly, I’d love to join you. Burgers make me very happy,“ Cas beams, taking his shoes off and following Dean inside.

“I even made some fries!”

STEP 3: Surprise him with something nice

“Heya, Cas,” Dean greets him with a grin, holding a cup of coffee out towards him. “I brought you some coffee, I heard your coffee maker isn’t working and you’re low on caffeine.”

Cas is beaming when he takes the cup from Deans hand. “You’re a life-saver, thank you so much! I’ve got an essay to finish today, I wouldn’t be able to do that without some coffee.”

Before he can even process what’s going on, he has his arms full of Cas. Of deliciously smelling, beautiful, smiling Cas, hugging him tight.

STEP 4: Impress him with your brain (Bees. He’s obsessed with bees.)

“So, honey, huh?” Dean blurts, watching Cas prepare some tea.

“Yes, honey. It’s a great sweetener, and also very healthy,” Cas grins, sitting down next to Dean on the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I know! I love honey. I love bees. They are great.” He’s sure he’s blushing like crazy, but how the hell could he have been smoother about goddamn bees?

“They really are! Did you know that honey bees can fly at a speed-”

“Of 25 km per hours? Yeah, it’s crazy!”

Cas smile is ridiculously big, and it makes Dean feel fuzzy and warm. That smile was definitely worth learning random facts about bees for an hour last night.

Dean barely manages to suppress a proud grin. “I’ve read an interesting study just yesterday, about how bees change their brain chemistry when they change their jobs in the hive…”

STEP 5: Bake something for him (Maybe pie? Cas loves blueberries + honey)

He lets Claire hand the pie over— because this is seriously ridiculous. He spent an hour and a half baking pie for Cas last night, he is that gone on the guy. And he can’t hand it over, too. He does not want to make a fool of himself, after all.

“Dean made some pie for us,” she grins, shoves the pie into Cas’ hands and walks into the house. “It’s blueberry. For you, actually,” she stage whispers.

“You— You made pie for me?” Cas looks a little confused, but happy all the same.

“Yeah, I know this is dumb… Sorry. Gabe’s pie is probably worlds better than this. Claire just dropped that you like blueberries, and. I felt like baking, I don’t know. Not a big deal,” he mumbles, and he can feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment. Why is he always blushing around Cas? “Also, y’know. To celebrate you acing all your exams.”

“God, Dean. You’re amazing!” Cas leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. A kiss. With his lips. On Dean’s cheek! “Gabe refuses to make me blueberry pie, says he’s made too much of it in his life already,” Cas chuckles. “Seriously, thank you so much. Do you want to come in and share?”

STEP 6: JUST ASK HIM OUT, DEAN. PLEASE!

“Hello, Dean!” Cas greets him with a grin and beckons him in. “Sam and Claire are watching a movie and there are about 20 minutes left for them to watch. Would it be okay if they finish it now, or do you want them to watch the end the next time Sam comes over?”

“No, no. Let them finish, I’m not in a hurry.”

“You could join me in the kitchen, I’m cooking dinner,” Cas says and turns to walk back into the kitchen, already knowing that Dean will follow.

Today is the day. Dean has promised Sammy and Claire that he’ll ask Cas out today. Well, maybe it wasn’t so much of a promise and more of a… plight under their blackmailing. Whatever, he has to go through with it today, or they will ask Cas for him. And Dean can’t let that happen, he just can’t.

He’s been nervous all day, but now that he’s actually standing in this damn kitchen, watching Cas stir in a pot, a polka-dotted apron around his waist, he can actually feel his heart beating in his throat.

In the end, like it is with most things concerning Cas, Dean loses control and just ends up just blurting it out. And stumbles over his words, of course.

“So, um, Cas. I- I was wondering if, maybe, we could hit the movies this weekend?”

“Oh, yes, I’d love that! What movie were you thinking?”

He’s smiling. He’s smiling and he said yes!! YES! Dean’s feeling dizzy just looking at Cas.

“I mean, I could pick you up and we just see what movies they are showing? If that’s okay?” He’s blushing again, dammit. But he’s also feeling so happy, he isn’t even ashamed.

“That would be great! How about this Saturday?”

Part 8

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #132 - Good Will Hunting

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) I find it interesting how when the opening credits say, “Written by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck,” it says Damon’s name over Affleck’s character and vice versa.

2) The first character in the film we really get to know is Stellan Skarsgård as Gerald Lambeau.

You get that Skarsgård has good intentions, even though he is a massive pretentious asshole who hits on his students and judges people not based on how happy they are but more their position in life. A janitor is a failure. A community college teacher is a failure. Any other opinions be damned. He’s not EXCLUSIVELY a bad guy though. You understand his intentions are good and he does learn as the film goes on, but damn if he isn’t just a prick for most of the film.

3) The first tavern scene is a nice way of introducing us to Will and his friends. It creates a sense of community between them and South Boston, a sense of character for every member of the group, and their relationships with each other.

4) Matt Damon as Will Hunting.

Will is a character who you really get to know over time, and that’s very nice. At first he largely keeps to himself and we get that he doesn’t care about power or prestige. At first that’s a noble thing, but then we learn that this is born less out of humility and more out of fear. Will is a flawed character. He convinces himself of all the disadvantages of somethings, of the shame of it, because he is petrified. His world, his life with his friends, that is safe for him. That is home. And he doesn’t really risk to go for more than that because of his fear of rejection (identified by Robin Williams’ Sean Maguire later in the movie). I think this - along with the beatings he sustained as a child - fuels the aggression we see (and later hear about) when he picks a fight with an old kindergarden bully for no other reason than he just felt like it (and then doesn’t stop until the cops show up).

But Will is SMART. And not like a little smart either, but incredibly intelligent. He’s not afraid to show it either, he doesn’t hide it when he feels a need to use it. But he doesn’t brag about it either. He is not in his friends’ faces with it with an, “I’m so much smarter than you,” attitude. Matt Damon - the film’s cowriter with Ben Affleck - plays Will’s many facets very well. This film is incredibly well cast and most of the actors when you’re watching them don’t FEEL like actors. They feel like the characters, totally and completely. Damon as the lead is no exception.

5) Can I just say: I LIVE for scenes in movies and moments in life where some pretentious condescending asshole is put in their place totally and completely? It’s so cathartic!

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6) Minnie Driver as Skylar.

Can I just say I LOVE Skylar, even if she is at risk of falling into the category of manic pixie dream girl on paper. Minnie Driver’s academy award nominated performance in this film just makes her so much MORE than that! I love everything about Skylar: how she approaches Will at the bar and calls him an idiot for not asking her out, how she is able to hold her own against Will’s sense of humor and occasional bullshitting, her laugh, her honesty, her heart! The first time I watched this film I was in awe - more than anything else - with Driver’s realism in the part. She and Damon have knockout chemistry that not only suggests to you their heat but their friendship. It is totally believable that they fall in love in such a quick time, and that is because they work so fucking brilliantly with each other. There is sincerity, trust, comradery, humor, an ability to be themselves around each other. I believe Damon and Driver dated for a while after meeting on this film, and that chemistry shows. I just...gah! I love it so much!

7) Classic.

Will [to the douchebag from the bar]: “Do you like apples?”

Douchebag: “Yeah.”

Will [placing Skylar’s phone number on the glass between them]: “Well I got her number.”

8) The way Lambeau treats Will is...interesting, to say the least. At first it seems like he looks down at him. Like he’s his savior and he knows it. There’s a scene where after they’re done doing math together, Lambeau ruffles Will’s hair. Who the hell does that? It changes as the film goes on. You realize that Lambeau grows to understand that Will is truly an unmatched genius, but early on it’s...weird.

9) The string of psychiatrists Lambeau takes Will to see is very telling and very entertaining. It shows how smart Will is, but also how abrasive he is. How he scoffs at authority and the need for help. It’s a funny scene but it greatly tells to Will’s deeper struggles.

10) Robin Williams as Sean Maguire.

Williams won his first and only Oscar based on his performance in this film, and damn if it isn’t clear why. Williams is chameleonic. Yes you know its Robin Williams playing him, yes he brings some of his trademark improv comedy (more on that later), but you don’t SEE Williams. All you see is Sean, and that is incredible. Damon and Affleck took a character who could have easily been just the token mentor. The Obi-Wan to Will’s Luke Skywalker. But they did more. They gave Sean his own struggles, his own grief, his own desires, his own conflict, his own arc, and made a truly compelling character who can hold his own against Damon’s Will.

You learn a lot about Sean as the film goes along. You learn how his life is defined by his love and loss of his wife, you see that he is able to relate to actual people, that he hates the MIT snobs. The dude chokes Will out for insulting his wife at one point and is the first therapist to kick Lambeau out of his session. Meaning he takes his time with Will far more seriously than the other therapists.

The chemistry between Williams and Damon is on par with the chemistry between Driver and Damon, although of a fundamentally different nature. Williams as Sean is able to sift through Will’s bullshit, knows when he doesn’t need to put up with it, and is able to slowly make this character who is so afraid of rejection comfortable around him. I think it’s the key relationship in the film, and I love it.

11) Danny Elfman’s score in this film is beautiful. Elfman is known for his more macabre work through collaborations with directors like Tim Burton and Sam Raimi, but here he creates a hopeful and sincere melody which carries you through the film like a leaf on the wind. I think it’s great.

12) The scene where Sean is talking to Will on a park bench is somewhat iconic, but I think it is very powerful for one key reason: the filmmakers decided to keep it on William’s performance for most of the scene. They did not cut between him and Damon, they let his acting and his heart carry those minutes and it is incredible I think. You can watch for yourself if you so desire:

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This is my favorite line from that monologue:

Sean: “You’re an orphan right. Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been - how you feel, who you are - because I read Oliver Twist?”

People like to say they know what other people are going through, but unless they have personally they don’t have any idea what they’re talking about. Thank you to this film for having that line in there. I love it.

13) According to IMDb:

The lines in the scene when Sean talks about his late wife's farting antics were ad-libbed by Robin Williams. That is why Matt Damon was laughing so hard. If you watch the scene carefully you can notice the camera shaking a bit, possibly due to the cameraman laughing as well.

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14) This film does an excellent job in balancing the aspects of Will’s life. We get the perfect looks at his relationship with his friends, with Skylar, with Sean, and with Lambeau. There’s not too much and there’s not too little, it’s just right.

15) It is interesting to see how Will lets his guard down with Skylar in some regards while also keeping it up in some ways (namely, lying about how he has 12 brothers).

16) I love Skylar’s story with Will’s friends.

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Minnie Driver is gold.

17)

Lambeau [after Sean says they should let Sean go down his own path]: “It worked wonders for you didn’t it?”

Sean: “Yeah it did you arrogant fucking prick.”

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WHETHER OR NOT SOMEONE HAS LIVED A GOOD LIFE IS NOT BASED ON THEIR STATURE. IT IS NOT BASED ON THEIR JOB, THEIR WEALTH, THEIR LOOKS, NOTHING LIKE THAT. IT IS EXCLUSIVELY BASED ON HOW HAPPY THEY ARE LIVING THEIR LIFE AND HOW MUCH PAIN THEY ARE OR ARE NOT CAUSING OTHERS!!!!

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I have a lot of strong feelings on this matter, can you tell?

18) I love how Will explains the way his brain works. How he says Mozart and Beethoven could just look at a piano and play, that’s how his brain works with history and numbers and science and stuff. It actually makes a lot of sense despite being pretty vague.

19) Get ready to have your heart broken by Will being a fucking idiot.

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GODDAMN IT WILL!!!!!

20) Will’s whole monologue about why he doesn’t take a job with the NSA because of what COULD happen and one hypothetical leading to another is just a perfect example of him using his intellect to rationalize his fears in a bullshit way.

Will [in a session with Sean]: “Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.”

21) One of my favorite scenes in this film is Chuckie’s reaction after Will says he’s going to stay in south Boston his whole life.

Chuckie: “Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way but, in 20 years if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house, watchin' the Patriots games, workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill ya. That's not a threat, that's a fact, I'll fuckin' kill ya.”

He is like the only one - between Skylar, Sean, and Lambeau - to actually get through to Will. And that is because he speaks Will’s language. It’s one of my favorite character moments in the film.

22) I do really love the climax of the film (Sean telling Will, “It’s not your fault,” for his foster dad beating on him and Will breaking down into tears) even if I’m aware of some of it’s flaws. This is a turning point for Will, but if he were in therapy in real life this wouldn’t be the end. Also most therapists don’t treat their patients this way. But that’s the beauty of fiction: we have this thing called suspension of disbelief which makes movies fun to watch! :D

23) I think the ending for this film is quite lovely. So many different ideas from earlier play into effect, Will goes to make up with Skylar (headcanon: he gets her back after much groveling and attempts to convince her he’s changed), and what Matt Damon said was Robin Williams’ best improvised line in the film.

Will [in a note he leaves for Sean]: "Sean, if the Professor calls about that job, just tell him, sorry, I have to go see about a girl."

Good Will Hunting is a classic of cinema. It features excellent writing that features a heartwarming story, supported by incredible performances across the board. Williams, Damon, and Driver are all particular standouts, but the film is just so good. Perhaps a little overrated, but still incredible. Go see it!

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