#dont throw in so much and leave us yearning for more bc now we have the old cast AND the new cast both and we barely saw any of these new

[the-acid-pear]

Okay I'm home now and i can fully and freely type. Anyway mild spoilers for into the spiderverse i guess?

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Anyway uh. Yeah it... It was a tiny bit of a disappointment. It didn't do it for me at all. I feel like this movie is more of an art exhibit and i mean that as a fucking insult. Like sure the animation fucks my ears are ringing and my head aches horribly (that's on me for thinking i can be autistic and watch this on theaters) but like, the story man? It just so much (DEROGATORY).

It commits the sin a lot of spiderman movies make and that is that it bit more than it could chew. Not because they're bad at handling a complex story, but because they tried to juggle like 5 at once. And that never fucking works (my ear is still ringing and it hurts I'm in pain rn -_+ just wanted y'all to know)

Like it introduced SO FUCKING MUCH and it all was cool yeah! Just like electro was cool, and Harry, and Gwen, and captain Stacy. You know what in trying to fucking say? There's only so much you can do in 2 hours and you can just throw all you have all at once at the viewer because all you'll do is leave them disappointed wanting for more of that.

I feel like a baby. They show me this cool thing but nuh uh! Enough of that! Here's this new cool thing! But nuh uh! Enough of that- and so on. Like there were so many cool characters and ideas and concepts and shit but it could barely balance it all. YOU KNOW HOW BAD I WANTED TO SEE MORE OF THE SPOT?! HE BARELY WAS HERE!

It's like, you cannot fucking make a whole movie as the introduction to your next movie. That just sucks. You're setting yourself up for failure.

Like I'm just so upset bc it was full of amaizing things but it didn't fucking deliver in any of them!!!! And God don't get me started on the references. I think this was one of the worst ways to fill your movie with references. Like at least let me fucking process what I'm seeing if you are gonna waste so much time here, but also just... Don't make it so fucking blatant.

Like man i... This was a very experimental spiderman movie which i appreciate in a way but... It's not what I was expecting. To me, personally, it was disappointing. And also not designed at ALL to watch on cinemas. I think that last bit is just a fact.

I'm just kinda sad man. Like i loved Miles and Gwen's drama and i loved Miguel but I also wanted to see more of, you know, THE WHOLE FUCKING NEW CAST AND THE NEW FUCKING VILLAIN THEY INTRODUCED BUT SHOWED ONLY FOR LIKE 2-3 SEGMENTS MAX???????

LIKE HANDS ON HEAD EMOJI WHAT WERE THEY DOINGGGGG 😭😭😭😭

[turtle-ly]

Do you have any catradora fic recs?

i am MADE for this, okay im gonna pick some non-popular ones bc who havent seen them got rec'd a thousand times? let's fucking go:

Oneshots (<5k):

1. blood by lesbians_harold, pre s5 nightmare angsts have a different Spice to it <3

2. Houses Will Build Themselves by jockvillagersonly, somft domesticity, adora builds a drawer

3. but at least the pain will last by TurtleTotem, i throw you on a loop! itsa angst again :) i love soulmate aus but soulmate aus when they're enemies? muah

4. we didn't start the fire (it lived in us) by blackranger (robpatFF), oh how i've thought about you days and nights, op'd adora is very good for your health actually, i've talked about it more here

5. Memory by CabbageCommander, yes i've rec'd s1 angst, s2 angst, now it's s3 angst >:) this fic urged me to do a gifset, one of the only 2 i've ever made, the impact 😌

6. When you’re away (losing sleep) by ClaraZorEl, i love character studies cant you tell

7. Gold, Falling from the ceiling by oliwellwhocares, hair, and the feels

8. how a blessing feels just like a curse by artemiswords, oh turtle you said you dont like angst that much! now explain your bookmarks pls. infected!she-ra :)

9. being chill, being chill with you (oh it kills, they ain’t chill at all) by emdashcomma, how does it feel to see our two favorite dumbasses dancing around each other but like, through the horde kids POV

10. your catra by bogfenwetland, or adora's fight with prime hive mind catra

Oneshots (>5k):

1. Eclipse by theamberissubtle, i guess this is canon divergence since it's from 2019, but great post-war fics are timeless and come in all shapes and sizes

2. Gold, White and Red, hnnnng im feral over goddess adora post s5, see me losing it over the fic here

3. Time to Go by elowen_p, as much as i like canon divergence, im not usually one for s1 cd fics. This is the exception, bc it's slightly Fucked Up and my guilty hc is that everyone in the horde is fucked up in various ways and degrees. adora remains in the horde, but at what cost?

4. tell me (you won't leave me) by insanetwin, post s5 catra submits herself to the mortifying ordeal of being known in order to enjoy the rewards of being loved

5. want me down to the marrow by auberigine, i am rubbing my hands all over s3 aus

6. a rumor, a legend, a mystery by nuttyshake, anastasia au, im gonna be honest with you, i havent watched anastasia for reasons, this one still melted my heart though

7. how can anybody have you by lavendersgreen (M), horde lord! catra. i almost forgot this one is angst angst disguised as fluff lol

8. brave face talk so lightly (hide the truth) by nuttyshake, this is the second time i rec'd this author in this post so im gonna do you a favor and add their tumblr, @/clacing, okay no more angst and its cousins this fic is pure yearning and fluff i promise

9. Meet Me At The Finish Line by clottedcreamfudge (E), haha dumbasses, you should also check out their other spop fics, namely the galling stones series lmao

10. baby, i'm a house on fire (and i wanna keep burning) by wittchers, i was about to stop with these but i cant scroll past this, i think this one is popular with the early fandom actually, medieval arranged marriage au with lord catra, sexy :)

Multi-chapters:

1. 82 Hours by burstofpeony, dancer au where they also got separated bc drama, the usual, but now on a train. i read this fic in one sitting i think

2. notes on fashion by slowdown, im adding this one bc i have taste

3. dangerous woman by n7punk, i KNOW i know, who havent known them?! but this hc is superior babes!

4. on another note im gonna rec on the other side + their and they were roommates collection too. at the 3rd reread im considering this is my comfort fic, if comfort fics are the kind that makes you roll around on your bed and take several breaks to calm down from the dumbassery.

5. wild things by sevensevan, Shadow Weaver sends Catra into the woods to die. Catra doesn't. tbh i'd like to read more about this since im soft for aus where catradora leave the horde on their own, it's still good where it's at tho

Im pulling my bookmarks out for y'all except the almost pure spicy ones that i wont name in this post haha. read these and you might just be able to pinpoint my fic taste :)

[milkchu]

❝anyway the wind blows❞ two.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: i was so excited to post this chapter so why tf not. btw, a new character will be introduced (or was already kinda introduced) and i think you all gotta be in love w him for now haha i thought that freddie highmore would be perfect for him bc he’s a f*ckin cutie, also so you can visualize him. happy reading! 💓

Warnings: None.

{previous chapter} {next chapter}

Time has passed ever since your first meeting with your now two bandmates, Brian and Roger. 

It was a pain to find a decent bassist, but it was definitely worth it. You finally found John Deacon, a cute, soft lad that is definitely amazing at playing bass.

Tonight was your first gig with them, and you were nervous beyond measure. You never really performed in front of a crowd before, so this was your first time.

Plus, you couldn’t get that cute brown-haired boy out of your head. You took note of what his friend said the night you went looking for Brian and Roger, so here you are.

It took some time and asking to find ‘Radio Box’ but here you were, currently looking through random records.

Mindlessly flipping through each record, you finally caught a familiar face talking to a customer.

You looked down right away, pretending to look for a random record until, “So, you like Icelandic Rock?”

Letting out a gasp at the sudden voice, you clutched your chest, before looking beside you to find him.

Realizing it was the cute boy you’ve been thinking about for so long, you somehow gathered yourself quickly and said, “Well, you see, I’m not like other people.”

He lets out a chuckle, amused, before holding his hand out to you, “I didn’t think you would come here, I’m Matthew.”

You took his hand, which felt really warm and soft, by the way, and shook it, “(Y/N).”

Matthew smiles, still shaking your hand, “(Y/N),” He hums, which definitely made your heart flutter.

It was the first time you got a proper look at his sparkling, green eyes. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen so far. He really looked like he wouldn’t hurt a soul.

Before things become too awkward, you quickly let go of his hand, conscious that your hand might be too sweaty already.

“So, uh, (Y/N), if you need anything, just call for me,” He sent you another one of his soft smiles.

You immediately felt warmth envelope both your cheeks before nodding, “Alright.”

Before he could walk away, you called out for him, “By the way, um, my band and I are performing tonight. . .at the pub.”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, then.” Then turns away to help out any other customer in need.

When he went out of your sight, you definitely let out a tiny squeal to yourself, the people around you looking at you funny.

Later that night . . .

“Hello, everybody,” Brian says into the mic, as you all enter the stage.

You come out in a flowy, silk, ruffled top that you borrowed from Poppy, immediately spotting Matthew in the crowd.

“We’ve got a few, uh, fresh faces,” Brian points to John, who waves at the crowd with his bass in hand, “This is John Deacon, our bass player.”

“And our new lead singer, (Y/N) (Y-Y/O/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/O/L/N).” Brian added, before small cheers were heard.

“That’s right,” You smile and nod at the crowd, fumbling with your fingers in nervousness.

Lastly, Brian points to Roger in the back, “And uh, Roger, of course, the biggest member of them all.”

Roger then grins at the crowd, a random girl shouting out, “Hi, Roger!”, which you’ve gotten used to by now.

“Hello, all you beautiful people,” You leaned towards the microphone, the crowd becoming quiet before some bloke in the crowd shouted, “Where’s Tim? Who’s the bird?”  

Matthew then turned to you, a worried look crossing his face, but you just chose to ignore the comments.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” Roger asks from behind. You nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Brian began the song, as you leaned down to grab your tambourine and just started banging it against your hip.

Grabbing the microphone, it wouldn’t budge, so you just started struggling to get it out, resulting in the crowd laughing at your attempts.

But you continued anyway, “Keep yourself alive.”

Brian then looks at Roger, utterly confused. But, then you finally got the microphone out, a part of the stand coming along with it.

You almost hit poor John, but you just went with it.

You then started to bang the tambourine against it and just started swaying and dancing across the small stage.

All of your bandmates just stare at you in a combination of confusion and amazement, and just continued on playing.

I was told a million times of all the troubles in my way,

Mind you grow a little wiser little better every day,

But if I rode a million rivers, and I crossed a million miles,

At your side, “No, no,” Brian shook his head at you, “Wrong lyric!”

Sold a million mirrors in shopping alley ways,

The confused guitarist then looks back towards Roger, shaking his head at your mistake.

But I never saw my face in any window any day,

Now they say your folks are telling you, be a superstar,

Tell you, just be satisfied, stay right where you are,

Then the boys join in,

Keep yourself alive!

Keep yourself alive!

You then pointed the tambourine towards the crowd,

All you people, keep yourself alive!

Then you pranced towards Brian because you didn’t quite get what he said earlier, “Learn the song, (Y/N).”

But then you just continued to sway and dance around the stage, unaware of Matthew’s captivated gaze towards you.

He knew, from this moment, that you were born for this.

One year later . . .

Gigs at the usual pub then turned to performances at different locations. Your band was finally getting some recognition, but lately, you’ve been yearning for something bigger.

It has been a good past few months, dates with Matthew then got you closer than ever, eventually evolving into a steady relationship.

You were currently sitting at the bus stop, fresh out of work, thank god, you were out early that day. You were looking through the newspaper, circling the box that advertised a ‘spacious studio.’

You then heard a familiar honk, making you look towards the van that had your bandmates inside.

Walking towards them, You looked at them with an annoyed gaze, “You’re late.”

Finally getting inside, you all hit the road for your little tour around the country.

Then, with bad timing, the van broke down, which all made you stop in the middle of nowhere, John trying to fix the situation.

You were currently leaning on the side of the van, looking at the newspaper once more for some other studio ads.

“This is bollocks!” Roger complained, pacing around the little road, one of the sandwiches that you made, just in case the lads got hungry, in hand.

On the other side, John grunts, struggling to fix the broken down tire.

“It’s, uh, counterclockwise, I think you’ll find, John,” Brian says, as he passes by him.

“Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian, would you like to do it? Please, feel free.” John then shoots back at him.

Brian then holds his hands up, “No, no, no, you’re doing a good job.”

John just looks at Brian with a tight-lipped smile, clearly tired and pissed.

“We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!” Roger fumed.

John then positions himself beside you before you said, “Trouble is, we’re just not thinking big enough,” Your eyes not leaving the newspaper in front of you.

“What have you got in mind, (Y/N)?” Brian asks, puzzled.

“An album,” You smiled, before turning back towards the newspaper.

“We can’t afford an album,” John says, still panting from trying to fix the tire.

Your smile then grew bigger, “Oh, we’ll find a way.”

They all look at you in confusion, Roger furrowing his eyebrows at you, before you added, “How much do you think we can get for this van?”

“I hope you’re joking,” Roger replied, raising his eyebrows at you.

After some heavy persuasion and Roger throwing a tantrum, and breaking some windows, here you are, handing over a big stack of money towards the man who works at the studio.

“That’s three months’ wages,” John says, looking at the money in distress.

“And a perfectly good van,” Roger added.

“Don’t be so dramatic, darling,” You beamed, before patting Roger on the cheek, “You’re recording an album tonight!”

You then started walking towards the recording booth, passing by your bandmates and boyfriend, and clapped,

“Let’s go!”

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