#however i miss the intensity i used to watch film with. so i will be attempting to bring that back in 2024

[capr1pengu1n]

So let's all pretend that we are undead

Summary: After an encounter with something you're sure wasn't human, you come to find that he can't seem to keep himself away from you

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), vampire au, so typical vampire things (vampire lore is whatever i say it is), choking, fingering, dom!Edward, power play, marking, stalker behaviour

Words: 4.6k

Notes: So after the lovely @adhdnursegoat posted her amazing vampire edward fic (which you all should read cause it's so delicious), i remembered i'd posted a vampire au fic on ao3 ages ago and never posted it on here, so here it is. I edited it so it flows better with how i write currently.

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The hairs bristle on the back of your neck as you walk your standard commute home, the physiological response a frighteningly normal part of your life for the past couple of weeks. You keep walking, one foot in front of the other as the wind lightly blows your skirt around your thighs. Out of the corners of your eyes, shadows move and twist into alleyways and darkened shop windows under the moonlight.

The feeling of being watched is something quite new to you. Of course, you were once a child cowering under the blankets at night, fear emanating from that corner of your room that was just a bit too dark, a bit too empty. However, the feeling had naturally dissipated once you reached adulthood. You grew up, realised no monsters were lurking in the shadows, or creatures hiding beneath your bed ready to feast on your ankles. At least, that's what you thought. But now, since you'd met him, you felt you were always the subject of someones intense gaze.

Thinking about the first time you met him, was it even a him? It made your head grow fuzzy and unfocused. You distinctly remembered the panic you felt after missing the last bus, the biting chill of the night air as you walked back, the tight feeling of your shoes and the planning to return them as they weren’t fitting right. The pre-occupied thoughts must have led you to take a wrong turn, but after that the memory feels wrong; like a tv full of static occasionally getting a flash of cable network. You remember a sort of warmth, a hand? Maybe, you think something must have pushed you. But what you mainly remember is the terrible ache in your neck the morning after, how groggy and light headed you'd felt. You shake your head and continue to press on, the faded memory won't help you get home after all. Although for a reason you can't quite place, the colour green won't leave your mind’s eye.

A clatter causes you to turn around, your heart jumping to your throat at the loud noise. False alarm, you watch as the empty pepsi can rolls sadly along the pavement. You get your phone out to entertain yourself until the screen flickers and the battery dies. You start to slightly panic now; you knew you’d charged it so there’s no way it should be out of power this quickly. As the streetlamps flicker too, you increase your pace. You’ve watched enough horror films to know you don't want to hang around when weird things start happening, so you maintain a quick stride, ducking through shortcuts and ignoring what you thought are footsteps behind you on multiple occasions.

“I think you dropped something.”

Before you register the question, you feel something grab your arm hard enough to have you stumbling. Your head spins around to face your attacker, ready to fight. He's tall, easily able to overpower you as you're pushed back against the wall and your face tilted up towards him. He looks…human? What an odd thing for you to think, it’s not like he can be anything else. Glasses frame his admittedly handsome face, and your eyes dart to the tailored suit that clings to him in a dark shade of green; the more you look at it, the more your mind seemingly feels fuzzy, so you opt to stare into the pools of his eyes instead.

You feel the blood pumping throughout your entire body, the nervous twitch of your fingers as your mind races. You want to run, to scream, to stay and find out what exactly the man before you wants. He smiles, although it doesn't quite reach his eyes, gazing down at you in what could only be described as fascination. “Shhh, don’t fret” he whispers, the cadence somehow putting you more at ease and making your body feel weightless.

“What- what do you want?”

He seemingly laughs at that, like the mere thought of you attempting a conversation with him was somehow amusing, but he divulges you.

“I have come to apologise; I can’t help but think I-“ he pauses, “over-exerted you last time we met.”

You go to explain that you’ve never met him before, but like a tidal wave it comes crashing back to you. It was him. He had done something, left that mark on your neck and had you deliriously waking up inside your apartment with no clue how you came to arrive there. Now, all you can visualise in your mind’s eye when you think about that night is the dark green that adorns his figure.

“Clever girl, I knew you’d remember. Although I admit I was not the most gentlemanly presence that night.”

While his words imply that he's trying to apologise, his tone carries no such weight.

“Someone as delicate as you all alone, you’re lucky it was me who found you.”

Scrambling in your mind, you manage to crawl out of the haze he seemingly has you under to demand an answer to a question that has plagued you you. What happened that night? But all he says in reply was “I was hungry.”

Before you can hope to say another word, he softly brings his hand up to your jaw, tracing down your neck until he reaches the marks he left.

“They’ve healed well” he breathes; his voice so soft you could barely hear it. “I suppose it’s too soon to drink from you again, I do want you to remain intact.”

You should be scared, should be screaming for help and fighting him off, but you aren't. You don't want to, why do you want to be his captive? While you don't understand who, or what, he is, you somehow know that he doesn't want to hurt you. Instead, all you have to contend with is the embarrassing realisation that you have been pressing your thighs together the whole time he spoke, his voice vibrating through you as his touch sends little jolts all around your body. His eyes flit down to your thighs, and your whole body seems to shift under his gaze.

“Such an eager little thing” he muses, “I wasn’t expecting such a response, but it is indeed welcome”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and when he places his hand on your thigh you can't stop yourself from rocking forward. That motion causes a real laugh from him, a noise deep and inhuman, something that in any other situation probably would have sent shocks of anxiety through you but instead sends you deeper into your own depravity. But he withdraws his hand, and takes a deliberate step back away from you. Confusion sweeps across your face, although his remains impassive.

“No, if I am to take you it will not be in an alleyway like a common whore.”

Your face flushes as the reality of what you had just been so eager for him to do sets in, you don't even know this man’s name yet you were so willing to have him touch you so intimately.

“Go home pretty girl, I’ll announce myself when the time is right”

His tone leaves no room for negotiation as he moves to walk away, not before stopping to utter “My name is Edward, since you were wondering.”

You get the sense he already knows yours, despite never giving it. You blink and he's gone, he hadn’t walked away, he was simply gone. Dissipated into thin air like a blow of smoke. So, you start to walk home yet again, body still aching and your mind reeling at the encounter you’d just had.

It's a few days until you have an encounter with him again. The hour is late, although this time thankfully you're safe in your apartment, having finished your depressing routine of re-watching your favourite show alone with a quick dinner you’d prepared. You're just starting to doze off on the sofa when the knock comes at your door. Freezing, you turn towards the door and listen again. Another knock comes, loud and imposing. You weren’t expecting visitors, so shyly you get up to look through the peephole but nobody sees to be there. Opening the door, you jump when you see him, Edward, staring at you from the hallway.

“Mind if I come in?” he inquires, and something about the way he speaks makes you want to say yes to anything.

You manage to shake that disturbing feeling but stammer out a yes and step aside for him to enter. He looks the same as when you’d saw him last, his pristine suit spotless save for a small dot of red staining the crisp white of his shirt. He walks straight into your living room, looking around in feigned curiosity while you awkwardly pick at your sleeve. What were you even meant to say to him?

“Have you been thinking of me?” he asks, and stares deeply at your shocked expression. You hadn’t expected him to say something so blunt, so you change the subject to save yourself the embarrassment of admitting you had.

“Who are you? Why are you- “

“Why am I here? My dear I thought you’d be happy, after all it was you who was so desperate for my personal attention when we last spoke was it not?” He replies, the smugness present in his tone.

You know you have no way of avoiding the inevitable, shameful memories pouring through as you recall just how horny he’d made you with just a few simple touches. Although the rationality thankfully starts to come back to you, as you still hadn’t had a clear answer as to what happened to you during that previous encounter.

“I suppose I’ll lay your suspicions to rest; I can see they’ve been plaguing you.” He starts, ignoring your shocked expression as he seemingly reached into your mind and pulled out the interrogative you’d been thinking of. “When I first laid eyes on you, the hunger I had been experienced increased tenfold, I needed to have you in my arms while I drained the blood from your neck”

Now you really are speechless, the cold tone in which he admits to such an act causes a chill to run up your spine. It was so…inhuman. You should laugh in his face at such a story, but your thoughts go hazy and you find yourself accepting his speech as fact. As he speaks, he walks closer to you, and when you crane your head to look at him, his neutral expression can't quite hide the darkness in his eyes. 

“And so, I did. I bit into you and you satiated me. It’s been a while since my prey was so happy, even through the daze of your vision.” Amusement bleeds through his cadence as he recalls the memory of you pliant in his hands, reaching up to once again trace the mark left on your neck, now nearly healed.

“What the hell are you?”

The sound of his uncanny laugh reaches your ears once more, deep and unsettling. Instead of answering, he leans closer to your neck, his hot breath brushing against the mark he left. Tense, you close your eyes and brace for pain that never comes. Instead he simply kisses the spot, causing you to shiver and making him hum in appreciation.

“Tell me you want me.” He demands, “Do that and I will have you experiencing pleasures your fragile mind cannot hope to quantify.”

You can't stop the noise that rips from your throat even if you'd have tried, and despite any self-preservation you may have, you nod sheepishly.

“I said tell me, sweet thing.”

“I want you.”

“Good choice.”

He pushes you against the wall and you await his next rough movement, but instead he kisses at your neck, leaving little marks in his wake, and making you gasp at the coldness of his lips. He holds a tight grip on your hips, keeping you still and where he wants you, so all you can do is stand there and take his teasing. You feel something sharp as he drags what you guess are his fangs along your neck down towards your collarbones, your loose shirt allowing him access as he continues to leave his mark on your fragile skin.

“Do you have any idea,” He drawls against your shoulder, “how hard it is to hold myself back from ravaging you? Ever since that night, my desires have been plagued by you.”

You try to rock against him at his words but his grip remains firm.

“To think some mortal girl could overtake my thoughts like this.” The mixture of resentment and lust was clear in his voice, pulling away to look at you before grabbing your neck with his hand. You stand there, at the complete mercy of this man, this creature who could destroy you so easily, and it scares and exhilarates you in equal measure. But those thoughts come to an end when he finally kisses you roughly. Like a symphony, everything in your body seems to sing in delight, your eyes almost rolling back as the ecstasy of his lips on yours overtakes you. Maintaining the grip on your neck, his other hand makes its way down to your hips and up under your shirt. With every trace of his ice-cold fingertips up your torso, he leaves goosebumps in his wake and your body trembles. 

“Such a gorgeous thing.” he rasps, inches away from your lips. “So eager for my touch.”

You can only nod in response and grip on to the lapels of his jacket. You have never felt such burning desire in your life; the more you look in his eyes, the more the ache between your thighs intensifies. 

“Come now, let’s continue in more comfortable surroundings.”

He pulls away and leads you to your bedroom, you're so overcome with desire you fail to notice how he knows the layout of your apartment without you telling him. Before you can ponder that, you're sprawled on your back upon your bed, with him towering over you like the apparition of a god. He traces his hand over your body before lifting your shirt slightly to fully expose you to his gaze.

“I feed your anger, and I sicken your desire to satisfy me with every look, what am I?”

It takes you a moment to process what he says, but you're in no sense to try and decipher a riddle. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind, more so wanting to tell you the answer himself, proving his intellect.

“Envy, my dear. When I look at your body it makes me long for the warmth a mortal can provide.”

“You really aren’t human, are you?” you manage to stammer out, which awards you a low laugh from him.

“No. No I am not, although it doesn’t seem to be affecting you negatively now does it? I think you like it.”

He smiles then, a wicked grin that can only be described as a predator smiling at its prey. “Is that true? What a foolish little girl you are, getting aroused at the power of another being. Someone who could tear you apart.”

As he says the words, static jolts through your body making you let out a whimper and push against nothing. You look at him and he revels in your reaction, before the same sensation wracks through you. It's like you've had the air sucked from your lungs, you gasp and writhe as he commands your body without even touching you. But it isn't enough.

“Please- “

“Hm? Is there something you want my dear?”

After the third time he sends electric through seemingly your soul, you relent; you beg for him to touch you, to hurt you, to give you anything other than the blissful torture he was subjecting you to.

“If you insist.” is all he remarks callously before getting on the bed with you, ripping your underwear off with a hidden strength and pushing your skirt up, before lowering himself until he's eye level with your dripping cunt. The lewd position makes you embarrassed, but when he licks a stripe up you, your thoughts turn to mush and your head falls back. He repeats the motion before focusing on your clit, sucking while he grips onto your thighs. You can feel the bruises forming under his fingertips as he continues to please you with his mouth. Such divine pleasure coming from a creature shrouded in malevolent power makes the sensations so visceral, so intense. Bringing a hand to his hair, you attempt to shift your hips upward to feel more of his tongue but he keeps you firmly pressed into the mattress.

“You taste delightful.” He states against you, the vibration pleasantly shooting up your body. He continues to lick circles around your clit, and you gasp when you feel one of his fingers teasing your entrance. “Ask for more and I’ll give it to you, in abundance.”

So, you do. You beg for more in a way you didn’t think possible from you, sounding so desperate to your own ears. Looking down at him, you see the sadistic glint in his eyes at the way you sound, it's clear he was reveling in the power he has over you.

Luckily, he divulges your request, pushing a finger inside you; the coldness of it makes you whine and once again you attempt to shift under his grip. He ignores you, moving in and out until he feels you're ready enough for him to add a second one. All the while he continues to lavish your clit with his tongue, giving you an ecstasy that leaves your body ignited with lust. You need more, you can't take anymore. It's too much and not enough all at once.

Your pitiful cries seem to spur him on, thrusting his fingers a bit faster and crooking them just right to have your eyes rolling back into your skull. Over and over again, he has you at his mercy and you adore every second. To think you’d found out this man, this thing wasn’t human and in the same encounter offered yourself and your body willingly to him scared and excited you in one single warped wave of pleasure. He starts to gently suck on your clit once again, his fingers thrusting faster and rougher into your soaked cunt. You know it won't be long before you come undone beneath him, the prediction coming true as you feel it build inside you. Just like before he seems to once again enter your mind and know what you're thinking.

“Are you close already? My my how desperate you truly are, do you want to cum?”

You nod eagerly; your vision hazy as something seems to overtake your brain like a blanket atop a candle. You hear him speak again, but not just through your ears but through your mind.

“Submit to me, become mine and I will grant you the pleasure you crave.”

There's no other option, you have to say yes and you know you want nothing more. So you offer yourself to him fully, claiming to be his, watching as he seemingly comes alive; his fingers moving impossibly quick and something like colour appearing on his cheeks.

“Then cum.”

With his permission you let go, crying out his name as fireworks seemingly explode in your entire body. Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't control the frenzied movement of your body as it thrusts up into him. His grip on your thigh had loosened, allowing you to ride out your frantic pleasure as it seemingly lasts for an eternity. When you finally come back down from the heavens you're breathing sharply, opening your eyes to see Edward rising slightly from his position. You barely have time to think before he leans forward and bites your inner thigh. A sharp pain rushes through you as you look down in shock, seeing him lap up the blood that trickles from the wound; your thigh now has the exact same mark which was on your neck and despite both your morality and post-orgasm haze, your cunt throbs at the sight of him drinking up your blood.

“It seems I couldn’t control myself.” He states matter-of-factly, wiping a trace of blood from his lips with his finger. He then looks at you with an expression you can't read, before leaning over you and placing the finger in your mouth. Without thinking you suck the bloodied finger clean, staring at his eyes which darkened at your actions.

“Good girl.”

It had been the only time thus far that he’d praised your actions, which leads to you flushing and turning your head away. He brings you back to facing him with a hand on your jaw.

“You’re so easy to read, I hardly need to comb through your mind to know what you’re thinking.”

You stare at him, unsure as to how to vocalise your feelings. You settle on asking him how he can read your mind, which results in him smirking slightly.

“Reading your mind? What a simplistic way to put it. But I suppose if that’s the language it takes for you to understand, yes people like me can do that with ease.”

You feel a little embarrassed at the condescending way he speaks to you, although it isn't long before you forget all about it when you feel him push you so you're on your back once again. You look up at him, before he captures your lips in a fierce kiss once again. Each time he does this, it always strikes you just how cold his skin is to the touch.

“Now,” he starts, “I will take you properly, hm?”

You're a little shocked at how bluntly he says it, but you nod regardless. As he gets you in position, that same clouding of your mind happens as it had earlier; the weight of something pressing on your thoughts, making you feel so desperate for his attention, his touch, his anything.

With a gasp from your lips, you feel him enter you, a whine escaping your lips at the sensation. Grabbing on to his shoulders, you feel the air be drawn from your lungs as he pulls out and thrusts into you harshly. 

“You feel…divine” he manages to say into your ear, before his thrusts become slower. He traces his hand down your body, grabbing at your tits before growling slightly and ripping your top completely off; you’d been so caught up in what happened you’d forgot you were still wearing it. With every slow thrust you almost feel your sanity slipping away more and more, your fingernails digging in more and more to his shoulders.

“How does it feel? To have a…creature so superior to you inside you? He whispers, the pride in his voice suffocating. Despite his narcissism, you can't help but whine and tell him how good everything feels, not quite being able to articulate the pleasure he was giving you through more than just his physical touch. 

He begins to speed up after your admission, grabbing at your hip and waist before stroking his hand up and wrapping it around your throat; not squeezing but simply holding. You have no doubt that even though he was fucking you, he still posed a danger to you, and as you looked into his cold eyes you could see that that was the point. He delights in the control he has, that he could just as soon kill you than he could make you cum. And more importantly, he knows you like it.

You feel your eyes roll back slightly as he continues his pace, the slight noises of pleasure from his lips make your cunt throb more. He doesn't seem to get tired or over-exert himself, instead maintaining whatever rhythm he desires.

“Such a…greedy thing” he states, his thrusts getting faster, “You truly are a vision, what a pretty pet I seem to have found.”

You shudder at his words; your fingers having moved to drag your nails down his back as he adjusts his head near your ear to whisper into. The pleasure, the sensation, it's overwhelming. You shift your hips, the angle causing him to hit that spot inside you that has your mind reeling. All you can do is nod and release noises from your mouth that upon reflection you’re sure can't have come from you, they're so…desperate.

“And I’ll be sure to make you into such a good pet for me…all mine to use.” It was clear he meant what he said, his hand tightening on your throat. You can't help but moan at his words, the chill of his body pressing against yours mixing to create a euphoria in your head. Over and over, he thrusts into you, getting deliberately rougher as you two get closer and closer.

It was then you feel something you can't describe, an oppressive feeling throughout your entire body that simmers just below your skin. You don't know how, but you know it's him causing you to experience the strange sensation.

“Do you feel it? The control I have over you?” His grip tightens on your neck even more, causing you to struggle for breath. The feeling in your body swirls and fills every pore, every inch of you. You have never experienced anything like this in your life, the sheer ecstasy and torture of being at this monster’s mercy, inside and out.

“What fun I shall have with you, your mind cannot hope to quantify the things I am able to do to you, and I will do all of them.”

You aren't sure whether it's his rough pace, his harsh words or the fact that whatever he's doing to your mind decided it was time, but you cum loudly and frantically. The waves of pleasure crash into you; you feel as though if it wasn’t for his form pressed so close, you'd fall through the mattress and into nothingness. The world seems blurry and disjointed, your nails digging in to his back so harshly you're sure in the back of your mind you're leaving marks. Strained breaths claw their way up your throat as you feel his grip loosen, his thrusts never faltering for a moment. Overwhelmed, the feeling of him pounding into you while you're still so sensitive causes you to whine pitifully, but all you can do was lay there and let him use your body. The drag of his cock pulling out and pushing back in to you hurt so good, you almost don't want it to end despite the overstimulation. You aren't sure how long it takes, or even if you cum again from the sheer amount of pleasure your body was receiving but you feel him cum inside you, rambling about how you belonged to him as he rides out his own high. 

All that you can hear in the room is your loud laboured breathing, as the weight of his body on you was now gone. You look up at him, seeing him adjust his clothes like he’d simply done something mundane, not fucked you within an inch of your life. He glances over at you, at how pitiful you looked; half naked and sweaty, thoroughly satiated and he smirks a little. Within a moment he reaches over and strokes your cheek slightly, the intimacy surprising you. He brushes some hair out of your face, his fingers slightly shaking before standing up.

“Rest, your fragile body needs it.” His tone sounds distant, but there was a hint in his face that he wants to say something else but refrains.

“Will I see you again?”

Your question makes him smile slightly, walking towards your bedroom door but stopping before he left.

“Would you like that?” 

The way he asks makes you think he's experiencing surprise, as if the thought of you wanting to interact with him again was somehow unusual. You nod your head.

 “Then yes…I’m sure you will.”

He leaves without saying another word, leaving you still sprawled out on your bed, your mind racing. With slightly shaky limbs, you adjust yourself and wrap the blanket around your trembling form, exhaustion settling into your bones. The next morning, you're ready to write the encounter off as a wildly inappropriate dream until you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, still naked. Marks. Lots of them. All over your neck, with what looked to be fingerprints adorning the side. And as you gazed at the massacre of your skin, soft fingertips gently running over the blotched marks, you can't help but smile.

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[glennmillerorchestra]

i was tagged by maddie @leonardcohenofficial to post my top 9 ntm watches of 2023! i really slacked on my film goals this year but the movies i DID watch i enjoyed :)

in no particular order, L-R from the top:

asteroid city (2023), dir. wes anderson mr. smith goes to washington (1939), dir. frank capra mermaids (1990), dir. richard benjamin the shop around the corner (1940), dir. ernst lubitsch salmonberries (1991), dir. percy adlon harlan county, usa (1976), dir. barbara kopple to wong foo, thanks for everything! julie newmar (1995), dir. beeban kidron the caddy (1953), dir. norman taurog bottoms (2023), dir. emma seligman

i'll tag @frogeye-pierce @juliebarnes @iwrotemrtambourineman :))

[mouwrites]

HII POOKIEE!! I wanted to request something for ninjago if that was okay with you😋

Basically hc's about all of the main ninja having a rocky relationship with the reader who is their little sister. They have a rocky relationship bc of things that happen in the past (like family issues that they blame each other for ya feel me?) and it leads to them having arguments in the present. Sometimes it gets so bad they have full on arguments where they yell at each other and blame each other for that specific event in the past(and for some scenarios the fighting gets so intense the other ninja have to break them up😋.) In the end however they reflect on the past and apologize to one other and that's the starting step of fixing their relationship as siblings. (also you can choose if you want kai and nya to be in the same scenario or different ones whatever is easier for you🤍🤍)

Hopefully that made sense I'm so sorry if it didn't!! Anyways have a nice day/night pookie and remember to drink water.🤍🤍

Of course lovebug!! You sweet thing,,,,

This turned out pretty long, so settle in campers

Ninjago - Elemental Masters' Rocky Relationship with Their Little Sister

Zane

(you're the adoptive daughter of Dr. Julien)

You were human. He was a robot. Issues were bound to arise

Ever since you were young, you always competed for Dr. Julien's attention

Though it was never spoken, you both felt that you were his real kid, and your sibling was not

You saw it as a huge win when Zane's memory switch was flipped and he was cast out of your lives

You stayed with Dr. Julien, finally feeling like his real child

But as the years passed, you found yourself missing Zane more and more

When you reunited, it was the happiest day of all of your lives

The three of you cried and hugged more than you'd ever done before or since

For a while it was perfect... too perfect

You didn't compete for Dr. Julien's attention anymore, but you didn't exactly talk it out either

When Dr. Julien died, the problems sprang back

In your grief, both of you took it out on each other

"You were always his favorite! All those years, you know what he talked about? 'Zane, Zane, Zane!' It made me sick! And where were you?! Not there! Not with us!"

"You think I wanted to go away? Do you even know the pain I went through? You wouldn't understand; you're a human. And all the while you were living happily ever after with him!"

It was off-putting for the others, seeing Zane so angry so often

They hated seeing him like this, so they devised a plan

One night, you were told to head to the TV room to watch a movie

It was dark when you entered, and someone locked the door behind you

The lights turned on, and Zane was on the couch

You were both shocked to see each other

He had been told the same thing as you

But you both had been duped! :O

Before you could bark anything at him, and before he could spit anything at you, the TV turned on

One of Dr. Julien's videos he filmed when you were both young started playing

He was laughing, trying to hold the camera still as you tugged on his arm

"I wanna tell Zane I love him too!"

"Hold on, Y/n, I've only just pressed the record button... Hahaha, okay, okay, you win! Here."

"Zane, I looooveee youuu!! Even though you're made of metal, you're still my brother and, and, and I don't want another one, even if he's human."

When the tape cut, you both glanced over at each other

Your eyes were filled with sorrow, your former hostility forgotten

You got to talking about your childhood, especially your memories with Dr. Julien

The talk ended with you two hugging tightly, not saying anything more

There was so much more to discuss, but you both knew that this was a good start to fixing what you once had

Cole

Growing up, you were both begrudging dancers

You bonded over sore feet and hating dance competitions, and you were thick as thieves

But as the years went by, you saw Cole's contempt shine through more and more

When he said he was going away to an art school to continue to study dance, you knew he was lying

It made you angry that he wasn't as devoted to dancing as you were

Sure, you didn't really like it either, but it's what you were raised on

Besides, it made your father so happy to see his kids dancing on a stage

Didn't he see it? Why would he just walk away from dancing? He didn't hate it any more than you did, and he was far from talentless

Letters from Cole were few and far between, and you felt a pang of rage whenever your father would read them aloud at dinner

Here you were, working your bones to dust to become the skilled dancer your father wanted you to be, while he was out there doing lord knows what

AND he was lying about it; that was what really got you

You started sending letters back in secret, berating him harshly for lying and interrogating him about what he was really up to

He ignored your letters, but started slipping snide comments into the ones he sent to your father

He must have known that they would be read aloud to you

You returned the snarkyness tenfold in your letters, and things only escalated as years passed

When he finally took the time to visit home, your blood was absolutely BOILING

He was so obviously lying about everything! Why didn't your father see it sooner?

You both put on friendly faces in front of him, but when you were alone the tension culminated

You exploded at him about abandoning you and your family's legacy

He exploded at you about being so cold to him for doing what you didn't have the courage to do

"You think I want to dance? No! But do you see me running off with some weirdos, punching and kicking other weirdos? No!"

"You're just mad because I'm happy now! Or is being dad's perfect little ballerina really just so satisfying for you?"

The argument ended abruptly when you burst into tears

He was right, and you hated it

He softened when he saw you crying; he knew that, all these years, you were really just taking out your fears and frustrations on him

But that didn't excuse your behavior, nor did it excuse the way he reflected your aggression right back

Gritting his teeth and huffing, he put out a hand for you to take

"I'm... sorry."

You looked at him, surprised

Seeing him made you remember how close you used to be

You wanted that again. You wanted him to show you how to be happy like he was

"Me too. It wasn't right, what I did to you. Can we start over?"

"I can't forget what you did. But I can forgive you. I think."

It would take time, but it would happen. That's all you really wanted.

Kai and Nya

You felt left behind

At first, when Kai started training to be a ninja, you still had Nya to share your woes

But then she started getting secretive

You noticed the muscles in her arms becoming toned; more toned than they should've been from basic mechanic work

You knew something was up, and your suspicions were proven right when you discovered that Nya was a samurai

You still bonded over not being taken seriously as fighters, but you could feel the gap between you widening

When she became the water ninja, you never felt more alone

Years of having to hang back on every mission, being used as leverage by villains, never being seen as more than a damsel in distress... and now you had no one to confide in

It made you so bitter

Your sweet, youthful innocence that made you the adored little sister figure of the group dissolved

You were touchy and guarded, especially when it came to Nya and Kai

Mainly you channeled your anger into passive-aggressive comments, but you also provoked your siblings quite often, which earned you the same treatment you were giving them

"Oh my--- Kai, can you actually shut up? I'm trying to read!"

"I'm literally training! What do you want me to do? Just put your stupid book down and go do something useful. Oh, wait, you can't!"

The others would often have to step in to defend Kai and Nya from your constant verbal attacks, and vice-versa

One night, the three of you were alone on the Bounty

A particularly volatile argument ensued

You let it slip that you felt weak powerless compared to them, and that it pained you to see them running off kicking butt together while you had to hang back

They were both floored by this

Nya ran over to hug you right away

"Y/n... I remember how that felt. I can't believe I didn't think of you when I went off to become the water ninja."

Though Kai couldn't relate, he recognized that you had been alienated

He joined the hug

"I know I haven't always been as close with you as Nya... I want to fix that. I want to fix this."

"Really..? Then... can you train me? So I can come along on missions with you guys?"

"Are you kidding? Let's head to the dojo right now!"

You all knew you'd still have to deal with being less powerful than your elemental master siblings, but at least you wouldn't feel as powerless as you've been all these years

Lloyd

You were the children of the dark lord, of course you hated each other

It was just part of what you both thought was your "evil" nature

But when Lloyd went off to Darkley's, you were alone

You decided to run away with aspirations of starting your own evil gang

But, being so young, you obviously failed

You actually ended up in the care of your estranged mother, who showed you the light

You turned away from your evil past and instead joined Misako on her archaeological adventures

Imagine your surprise when you reunited with Lloyd all those years later when Wu needed Misako's assistance

You'd think that, with both of you no longer being evil, that you'd get along now

Nope

For some reason, you still couldn't find it in your hearts to be nice to one another

It was second nature to treat each other like garbage

You argued, pulled pranks, provoked each other, sabotaged each other, destroyed each other's things... the list went on

The other ninjas were wary of your relationship

They were wondering if this was within the realm of "normal" sibling rivalry

Their final cue that it was not normal was when it continued after Lloyd drank the tomorrow's tea

He acted mature and level-headed towards everyone and everything except you

They knew that this was a real problem; how could Lloyd be expected to defeat Garmadon when he couldn't even try to be nice to his little sister?

They staged an intervention, which Lloyd was surprisingly receptive to

He didn't like it, but he knew he had to try to cultivate a better relationship with you

So, he stopped antagonizing you (as much as he could manage)

You noticed, and somehow you felt compelled to do the same

You could never completely abandon your old ways, but deep down you both knew it was for the better

Neither of you wanted to keep this up forever, so you might as well stop now

By the time the final battle was on the horizon, you managed your first ever remotely pleasant interaction:

"Hey Lloyd... don't die. Please."

"Same to you. Stay safe."

Jay

You always hated Jay, and he always hated you

Your earliest memory was literally him trying to steal your toy, and you throwing it in his eye

You had no explanation for this, only a burning rage that never seemed far from your mind, especially when Jay was around

It certainly didn't help that you two were practically joined at the hip your whole lives

This, too, you had no explanation for

You just always followed each other

When he went off to be a ninja, you went off too

You didn't regret it one bit, especially when you befriended Nya

She taught you so many things, and you became a skilled mechanic with her guidance

But one thing you didn't like about Nya was how she always pointed out the similarities between you and your brother

"Huh. Jay taps his fingers in the same pattern when he's bored, too."

"What? Tch, he must be copying me."

You were livid when Jay started showing an interest in Nya

You were convinced that he was trying to steal her from you just to spite you

Unfortunately, this resulted in Nya frequently being caught in the middle of your arguments (literally)

"Nya wants to finish her project with me!"

"No, she wants to watch a movie with me!"

It was Nya's hardheaded nature that diffused these arguments

"I don't want to hang out with either of you if you're going to be so immature."

She kept to this promise; from that moment, she completely ignored the both of you

This drove you closer to one another

You both knew that you'd have to stop your constant arguing if either of you ever wanted to talk to Nya again

"Look, I don't want to be ignored forever any more than you do. So, I guess we can start with... I don't know, why do you hate me, Y/n?"

"Because... I... I... I don't know. Why do you hate me, Jay?"

"... I don't know."

"So all these years we've antagonized each other-"

"For no reason??"

"That's so stupid!"

"You're stupid! ...Sorry, that was a reflex."

"No, you're right. It looks like we're both idiots."

It would take a long time to forget habits literally tracing back to your births, but you would both try your hardest

Sorry this turned out pretty long ^^" hope you enjoyed anyway! Thanks for reading this far,, and thank you anon for your request!

(divider by saradika)

[movedtone0mile]

injured

bf!jaemin x F!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex (they're in a relationship but still-), bad English from a French person

summary: ever since you broke your leg, Jaemin takes perfect care of you

word count: 1,6k

what can I say Im in my fluff Jaemin era. It’s quick ik I just have to find more inspiration for longer and bigger projects but I have my exams soon :(

Knock knock knock.

You tried your best to get up on one leg with an exhausted sigh. You grabbed one of your crutches and hobbled over to the door with difficulty. 

However, your mood lightened up when you opened the door and found your boyfriend on the other side. He offered you a bright smile and you threw both arms around his neck, letting your crutch fall to the ground. 

“I’ve missed you!” you exclaimed as if Jaemin didn’t spend every day and night in your apartment since you broke your leg. “Well, one of us has to play the knight and the other the damsel in distress,” he chuckled, before lifting you up in his arms, “and for once, it’s not me!” True, it had been two weeks since Jaemin went to school for the both of you and bring his notes home.

He carried you to the couch, worried that you might have been standing for too long already. “You know I’m getting bored…” Jaemin looked at you, his sad expression matching yours. “I know baby, it’s not funny for you to stay all alone in here all day long, but you need to rest unless you won’t recover.” He was the one who insisted on practically moving to your apartment because of your injury. Jaemin wanted to make sure you would have everything you needed at hand -it was also a good opportunity for him to constantly shower you with affection.

“I took sushi on my way home, you’re hungry?” he said, putting you on the couch, and lifting your casted leg on the coffee table. Opening up the takeout box he had set up on the table, Jaemin handed you a box of California rolls, and you began to chat together as he shared with you the last gossip you’d missed at college. 

Eventually, Jaemin reached for the remote and turned on the TV, settling on a movie you both had been wanting to watch, you snuggled up on the couch. Jaemin had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head every once in a while, his attention unequally shared between you and the film. 

When the credits appeared on the screen, you were already half-asleep, your head resting on Jaemin’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you mumbled when Jaemin’s movements woke you up. “Sorry baby, I was going to put you to bed.” Your hand gripped his bicep and you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you,” you repeated. “What for?” He asked. You cradled his face into your hands and continued, “For taking such good care of me. You always know how to cheer me up.” Your cheeks slightly blushed at your own confession and Jaemin leaned in to kiss you softly. A wave of warmth and love washed through you and you melted into his embrace.

When you pulled away, Jaemin carefully scooped you up into his arms, mindful of your injured leg and carried you to your bedroom. He gently lowered you onto the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He tucked you in, fluffing your pillows and adjusting the blanket to keep you warm before joining you.

“You know I hate to see you like this,” he said, stroking your belly under your tank top. “See me like what?” you asked as you played with his hair strands. “Well, hurt…” Jaemin pouted. Your heart melted at his words and you invited him to sit up to face you. « It’s ok Jaemin, I’m not hurt. It’s true that I get bored staying home all day, but I’m glad you’re here with me, and you make me feel so loved and cared for, it takes all my pain away. » His eyes softened and he leaned in for your lips to meet again. 

At the first chance you got, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth to entangle it with his, wanting to feel more of him. The kiss grew more intense as heat rushed to both of your cheeks, and you had to hold his shoulders for support. His hands sneaked under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as they travelled your skin. With his thumbs right under your chest, he pulled away and asked with joined eyebrows “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…” For only answer, you lifted your top beneath your head, guiding his head toward your cleavage. Immediately, he executed and kissed every part of your body he could reach, laying you down in the process. When his mouth got to your nipples, he accorded them extra attention, licking and sucking each one after the other. Entangling your fingers with his locks, you relaxed onto the mattress. 

You had missed the intimacy. Jaemin was too scared of hurting you to do anything, even though you assured him you would be alright if you both were careful of your leg. However, of course, you two couldn’t stay apart for very long. 

“Please baby, tell me if it hurts,” he demanded, his expression genuinely concerned. “I will, but please, do something,” you begged, impatient. Sometimes he was so cute you just needed to have him. After discarding his own shirt, Jaemin got on top of you, his head plunged into your neck, where he licked and kissed your tender flesh. Gently, he pulled down your pyjama shorts and began to play with your clit all while kissing you feverishly. His fingers alternated between stroking your entrance and drawing circles on your bundle of nerves, this he did more and more quickly. Your moans and sighs died into his mouth as your tongues danced together. 

You groped his arms, feeling the muscles contract under your touch. For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax into his embrace and enjoy being pampered once again. It was good to be close to him, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of his kisses were both soothing and exciting. Gradually, you wanted more, you needed more of him, so you pleaded to. 

With his signature smile, you loved so much, he pulled down his sweats and briefs, before doing the same with your panties. “Wait!” You looked down, worried. “I have to get you more comfortable than that.” He insisted, and you smiled fondly at him resting your broken leg on a pillow. You cradled his head into your hands, redirecting his eyes on you, “I’ll be fine Jaemin.” He pouted for a second but finally gave in. 

Experimentally, he slid his length along your slit, getting it wet enough for his next move. When you begged him to do something, Jaemin entered you inch by inch, careful not to get too excited. It had been weeks since you last did it. You were both eager to touch each other, but Jaemin couldn’t get past the fear of hurting you, yet. 

Sliding your arms under his to grip his back, you invited him closer, your nipples now brushing against his chest with every thrust he made. He started slowly, mainly grinding while deep inside of you. His eyes were shut tight and your head was thrown back onto the pillows, whimpers flooding out of your mouth. 

Even if he wanted to keep it as soft and slow as possible, the more you get, the more you want. So Jaemin, mainly mindlessly, began to slip out more, in order to hit deeper with every thrust. He managed to keep it slow and gentle, but you both felt that the act was becoming more intense. Your voice faltered every time Jaemin bottomed out, and his sighs turned into moans. 

« I’ve missed it so much, baby. » He said between gritted teeth. Your hand reached out for his cheek and you took in his features quietly as he ranted about how good it felt. « Been craving you for weeks. »

When you kissed again, it was even more sloppy and messy. It wasn’t like how you used to do it. You and Jaemin usually went at it like bunnies, grinding and bouncing on each other restlessly. But now that your injury prevented you from doing so, you had to find an alternative, try something new. 

It was good to relax with each other, to move slowly and feel the moment. Jaemin laid his upper body on top of you, trying his best not to put all of his weight onto you, and focused on chasing both of your highs. The feeling was new, you usually felt almost overwhelmed when you slept together, but right now, your body was so relaxed that it was hard to distinguish the coil building in your abdomen, between all of this mellow atmosphere. 

And when it snapped, it didn’t feel like anything you’ve felt before. It was sweet, and refreshing, like a cold shower on a burning summer afternoon. You clung to Jaemin, who continued to move, despite your walls clenching around him so tight it was getting difficult to pull out. When you sucked him in a last time, he let go and achieved to come. His body tensed and he waited for every drop to be milked, the sensation of his release flooding inside of you wresting whines from you. 

You stayed like this for a moment, still, catching your breaths, Jaemin still inside of you. Eventually, he reluctantly pulled out and peppered kisses all over your tired face, before he got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. Cleaning you up, he whispered sweet words to you, which soothed you, despite the uncomfortable sensation of the wet fabric on your skin. 

Back under the covers, he snuggled in your chest while you lazily stroked his blonde hair. “You see, you didn’t hurt me,” you murmured, but he was already fast asleep. You would probably have to remind him tomorrow.

[lostinsaltburn]

Rambling about Oliver's sexuality/interests

Anything sexual Ollie did with others in the film was always part of a plan, he was wearing a mask, playing the character he thought would yield him the best results.

The stuff with Vencia came after a conversation with Elspeth - he used that info to his advantage, thinking that having Vencia and possibly Elspeth on his side would be good for him.

The scene with Farleigh, (however you interpret it), again was part of a plan. He had observed Farleigh for long enough to conclude that the character to best play in that scenario. I don't think he had it planned for weeks, but I think he observes others and files away information for later use. Oliver went to Farleighs room with the goal of getting rid of him. The goal was always to send that email, regardless if Farleigh agreed to be good or not. But, Oliver is smart enough to know going into that room, he had to give the most enticing character curated specifically for Farleigh for the best chance of getting his goal.

In my opinion, the only real indication of Oliver's sexual interests is indicated by the bathtub, the grave, and the way he speaks of Felix. I always perceived Oliver as like a 'felixsexual' , like once he met Felix, that was it. It wasn't a real interest or even something he thought of much until Felix came along. I mean Oliver's family was so surprised he even had a friend, I can't imagine he had many dates.

Then, it became everything so intertwined with the obsession, possession, and intensity of his feelings toward Felix.

It makes the scene with that girl in Oxford more interesting. I don't think it was part of a plan, I don't think Oliver thought it was going to make Felix jealous, He said as much, really. I do think it came from sadness, desperation, grief of losing Felix and maybe a little bit of hope that it might change things, maybe if he gets drunk and sleeps with this girl it will miraculous cure his broken-heart.

It's interesting the way they paint that scene. The absolute stress Oliver was in leaving the pub when he saw Felix there. The rejection, the sadness, and that poisonous anger.

Encountering the girl back at the dorm, two people connected through the sadness of being cast aside by the same person. It could even be seen as Oliver trying to be Felix, to be so close to him by being with someone he's being with. Trying to reignite that tie between them anyway he could, it was so desperate. The callous way he didn't take note of the girls intentions behind it, I think, shows how distracted Oliver was. The one who was constantly watching, in the shadows always observing, and he'd missed such overt clues to what the girl was wanting from the interaction. In my mind, more of an indication of how much the obsession and now potential loss of Felix, without Oliver's consent, was really messing with him.

[imaginecolby]

collaborators || c.b.

summary: after a couple of collab videos, you and colby are shipped together more often than usual. however, this time, you think you're ready to take that next step in your relationship.

you and colby had been friends and collaborators for a long time. you and him were both youtube creators, and had been in each other's videos many times.

as he'd taken some time away from his personal channel to focus on his duo channel with long time partner, sam golbach, it was more often that he appeared in a video on your channel than you did on his.

today was a film day for you, and he'd shown up to your apartment to film a mukbang with you. this was your favorite type of video to film with each other, as there were no heavy pressures to put on an act. it was something where the two of you could be yourselves, two friends hanging out.

you made your way through the video, enjoying your meal, talking and answering questions. it was the first time in a while that you and colby had seen each other and had a lot of catching up to do, which made for wonderful conversation.

"thank you for dinner." colby said as he plopped back down on the couch after taking the trash out.

"of course. thanks for coming over and filming with me." you said, and he nodded. he hung out for a little while before he had to get back home.

once your upload day came around, everyone was excited to see your video. you'd hinted at colby's appearance, and sent everyone into a tizzy.

"finally! my favorite duo has reunited!"

"my babies! my favorite besties!"

"i missed these two together so much i needed this collab"

many other tweets flooded your timeline of fans being excited to see your video. you loved that everyone was as excited as you were to post it.

after it was up for a while, you scrolled through twitter and liked and replied to a few tweets of screenshots and clips of funny moments from your video.

a few tweets you came across were screenshots of you and colby smiling and laughing together, saying how cute you were with each other. 

these types of tweets were pretty common, especially more after you and colby were seen with each other. you didn't mind seeing things like this, because you knew the reality of your relationship, and you only ever saw positive things in response.

after a couple more videos though, you noticed that the shipping tweets began to increase. more and more people were posting you together, and agreeing on the fact that you and colby would make a cute couple.

you and colby had an intense connection, one that was stronger than either of you had with any of your other friends. there was a palpable tension between you every time you were together.  and you and he both knew that if you really wanted to, you would. you'd spoken about these feelings you shared only once, after sharing a drunk kiss, but you knew you would both be into it if either of you acted on them.

seeing all these tweets only made your feelings for him stronger. you liked him a lot, and you flirted with each other constantly. but you didn't know how he was feeling now. you just hoped these messages weren’t scaring him away.

a few days passed since you uploaded, and you were at home watching a movie. the end credits were just rolling when you heard a knock on your front door. when you answered it, you found a disheveled colby who looked like he'd been lost in thought for the few minutes he stood waiting for you to answer.

"hey, are you okay?" you asked as he walked into your living room.

"i need to talk to you." he said softly, hands in his pockets  he looked at you with a softness in his eyes. the same look he had after the kiss you shared.

"okay. let's talk." you said, walking over to your couch. he sat next to you, twiddling his thumbs as he gathered his thoughts. 

"i know you've seen twitter over these past couple of days." he looked up at you, and you nodded. 

"colby, you know these types of tweets are expected. especially with us. they always happen when we're seen together." you said.

"i do know. but this time it felt like there was a ~lot~ more. but i got me thinking," he paused and took a deep breath, "and i assume you must have been thinking the same, considering you liked a bunch of them." 

"oh, so you've been stalking my twitter now?" you teased, but he just shook his head and laughed.

"anyway, they've got me thinking. what if you and i took this to the next step. i feel like that you and i have always been on the same page about our relationship, and i think we could possibly consider being a real couple."

"i've been thinking about that a lot recently too. more over the past couple of days than anything. but i do agree. i’ve had feelings for you for a long time, and i feel better knowing that you feel the same."

“okay then. since we’re in agreement,” he trailed off as he moved closer to you. you fell into his arms as he held you tight, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

as you kissed him, you could tell that the feeling of his lips on yours was quickly going to become a favorite feeling of yours. you could already tell that it was something you wouldn’t be able to live without.

as if he was reading your mind, colby quickly deepened the kiss, his arms tightening around you waist to pull you closer into his chest. 

pulling away only to catch your breath, you locked eyes with each other. lust heavy in your eyes as well as colby’s.

you spent the rest of the night with each other, connecting more intimately than ever. if the events of the night were any indication as to how your relationship was going to turn out, you didn’t want anything to change.

[starwarsbean]

Love Against The Odds

Pairing: Tech x F! Reader.

Warnings: Fake Dating! Alternative Universe! Pretend Dating! Smut & Fluff! Sexual Tension! NSFW. 🫶

A/N: Hi everyone!!!! This is my first fanfiction! I decided I wanted to read more alternate universe of the bad batch. So, I took it into my own hands. This is a tech/reader series fanfic. If I make any mistakes please let me know. I hope you all enjoy reading. 18+! <3

Summary: Tech is a successful CEO of a technology company. His commitment to his work has given him success in his career. However, he is not interested in trying love. Tech neglecting the important parts of life. His brothers urge him to give it a shot, as they believe finding a romantic partner will make him happy. Tech comes up with a brilliant idea to fake date to trick his brothers.

Chapter 1

You were at your day job taking care of files you needed. You were a busy lawyer, handling multiple cases a day and juggling deadlines and meetings. You know how hardworking and organized, always striving to provide the best legal advice and representation for your clients. However, you were also valued having a good work-life balance, making time to make dinner every night and catch up on your favorite shows. Although you are focused on work, you also have a soft for romance. Reading different love novels and engaging in romance films. Your compassionate side, always making an effort to understand other people's perspectives and try to help them the best you could. You thought it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date. Remembering the last time you were out with your ex boyfriend Anakin Skywalker. He sure was a great boyfriend in the beginning. It just became to difficult when you both didn’t want to try. Both of you mutually breaking things off. The next time you go on a date it will definitely be a good time.

You decided to clear your mind back to work. You were working on a case, researching relevant laws and legal precedents, drafting briefs and petitions, and meeting with your client to discuss. You were making sure that deadlines were being met and that the case was progressing smoothly. Despite the intensity of your work, you felt fulfilled and satisfied with your role as a lawyer, enjoying the challenge of providing legal representation and helping people navigate tough situations. Realizing the time you see you have two messages from your two friends. Hera and Kanan texting you to meet them for dinner at a restaurant.

You were feeling tired but agreed to go anyway, wanting to make time for your friends and spend time socializing together. You text back saying you’ll meet them there. Before you leave the office you make sure your outfit looks decent. Your black office dress making your hips look amazing. Your breast cevlage revealing a bit. You take off your black flats and put on your black heels instead. You notice the time and hurry along. Thinking of how lucky Hera and Kanan are. They both have each other and are extremely in love. You watched them both fall in love in college. Reaching for the same textbook and their hands touching. Both of them locking eye contact with each other. It was like a scene from a romance movie. You hope one day you’re able to find a love like them.

You arrive at the restaurant. You squeal once you see them both. Hera pulling you into a hug and Kanan standing with his arms crossed. Pulling away from the hug, Kanan gives you a slight hug. Hera shakes her head at Kanan as you laugh.

“Guess somebody missed us?” Kanan said with a sly smile.

“Oh shut up! you know I always miss you both.” You say playfully rolling your eyes.

“Come on you two let’s eat. I’m starving.” Hera says walking into the restaurant.

You order your usual meal, enjoying the company of your friends. The conversation was catching up with work and spilling about the latest tv shows.

“So, Y/N has anyone caught your attention here at the restaurant?” Hera says with a smirk.

You look around the restaurant. The restaurant was filled with people your age but no one stood out to you. It was a crowd of people who just wanted a quick hook up. You turn your attention back to Hera and Kanan.

“Nope not a single person here. Nobody here is necessarily my type.” You say popping a piece of broccoli in your mouth.

“Oh Y/N you should go on a date soon! It’s been a while since you gone out. Have some fun.” Hera says looking at you.

Kanan looks at you both and laughs. Putting a piece of steak in his mouth.

“I do want to go out, but nobody here has caught my attention. If someone interesting comes to mind I’ll make a move.” You say with a smirk.

“There you go! Maybe next time you’ll get luckyyy.” Hera says laughing a bit.

“Mhmm maybe… I hope so.” You take a sip of your water while laughing a bit.

Kanan groans and shakes his head. Hera phone lights up and she rolls her eyes. Her smile drops as she texts back. Kanan looks at who Hera is messasging. He sighs and rolls his eyes. You notice the sense of annoyance.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly.

“It’s just Heras boss. He’s always making her do last minute changes. Or if something isn’t perfect he makes her redo it. A pain in the ass I have to say.” Kanan says with annoyance in his voice.

“Yeah he’s a real pain the ass. He’s making my work harder, but I really want the promotion. He has high standards and high expectations of our work.” Hera says while typing a long email.

“That sounds pretty tough Hera. You can most definitely do it. Just try to keep a positive mindset on this.” You say taking a sip of your drink.

Kanan smiles at your kind response to his girlfriend and nods his head. He finishes his food and looks back at Hera who is still typing.

“Thank you Y/N. I appreciate you so much. In the email he’s asking so many questions about the dinner event I’m hosting at my place. He wants everything to be perfect.” Hera says.

“Is there a reason why” Kanan ask while raising an eyebrow.

“He just wants everything up to date. Which I understand but I have everything under control. He seriously needs to learn to trust his employees more.”

You remember how you had a boss like that. It was pretty difficult to do any work or have any sense of how to react to their control. Understandably a technology company must be hard to manage.

“ are you free tomorrow night?” Hera puts her phone down and looks at you.

“Yeah, I am. Why?” You ask.

“Can you please come to my dinner event I’m hosting. I need your company and your support. I don’t know how I’ll manage being in the same room with so many people.” Hera says with pleading eyes.

“Hera, you can most definitely handle it. You’ll have me there.” Kanan says while grabbing her hand.

“I know but I really want you to come. It’ll be fun. Please.” Hera says looking at you.

“Of course I’ll be there Hera.” You say.

Hera smiles at you agreeing to come to her dinner. Kanan smiles seeing Hera happy. You finish your dinner. Hera and Kanan paying the bill. You insist on paying the bill, but they beat you to it this time. You playfully roll your eyes.

“Have to be faster than that” Kanan says with a sly smile

You laugh and shake your head. Hera grabs Kanan hand as you both walk outside the restaurant. Hera hugs you and thanks you for showing up for her tomorrow.

“I’ll be there Hera. I’ll make sure we’ll have some fun tomorrow.”

Hera tells you she will send you the details what time the dinner starts. You nod and wave bye to both of them. As you get home you pet one of your cats. Her name was Autumn. A pretty calico cat who most definitely spoiled. She purrs at your feet as you continue petting her. Making sure she has enough food and water. You eventually head to the shower and finish your routine. You lay in bed and get comfortable. Autumn comes in the room and sleeps at your feet. You smile falling asleep.

Thinking of how the dinner event was going to be like tomorrow.

[i-didnt-hate-it]

I didn't hate Challengers, it just took me forever to finally see! I was sick the week it came out, and I either just haven't had the right vibe, or there's been something else I needed to watch more. But after hearing some great things from a friend whose taste I very much respect, I knew it was time to finally make time. I used Challengers as an incentive to finish the first draft of my final research essay of my English class, which I did!

Anyway, wow. Just wow. The hype is real. Now I'm not a fan of tennis, or sports in general for that matter. The only sports I pay attention to at all are the Olympics, and even then I don't usually watch tennis because it's on the cable channels for some reason. But I couldn't take my eyes off this movie, that's how well made it is.

I'm sure I'm not saying anything that hasn't already been said, but nearly everything about Challengers is absolutely immaculate. This is how you tell a nonlinear story. I've got a feeling we'll be studying this script for a while. There isn't a single shot wasted, every moment is intentional, feeding off of what came before, and preparing for what comes next.

I saw a review somewhere that said something like, "Everything is tennis, except tennis, which is sex," and I fully agree. Conversations are set up and filmed like a match, the camera whipping back and forth like we are watching a ball fly between the characters. The sexual tension between the main characters is so strong throughout the whole film, but it's strongest on the court, rather than in the bedroom.

I could go on awhile about the camera work, but suffice it to say I think I audibly moaned when the camera looked up from below the court like it was glass.

Zendaya is amazing, of course. She's only getting started in her main character era. Mike Faist and Josh O'Connor both play their parts exquisitely as well. The chemistry between all three is just perfect. And however they did the makeup to differentiate between past and present, absolutely fantastic. Like they actually looked younger and older, not just like they were wearing "slightly older person" makeup.

The music was so interesting, very Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross. There were a few times where it seemed out of place, but in a weird way that made it even more in place. It's hard to explain, but I guess it goes along with everything being symbolic of something else. An intensely funky beat might not play during an exciting tennis match like you'd expect, it might start playing as one character gives another character a look that says more than any dialogue.

Like the ending, omg. No spoilers, but saying so much without actually saying anything. Those final moments make all that not blinking so you don't miss anything for 2 hours so worth it.

[wubblesred]

Ghoulcy week Day 2 SFW

Hello everyone. We're back with the ghoulcy week. Day 2 SFW prompt is Stories and Confessions. Hope you like it. Good day. Sorry for the weird phrases or misspelling, English is not my first language. This will also be post in French.

Lucy MacLean still had a hard time telling herself that she was facing the great Cooper Howard. Even if the more she looked at him the more she saw that the features of his face corresponded. It had to be said that she had watched some of the actor's films, well all his movies to tell the truth. And there she was a few years later in front of him sharing a meal, little Lucy in her was jumping with joy. Well the guy had certainly been horrible to her at first but the young woman knows that it strangely comes from good intention, prepare her to the harsh reality that was the cruelty of the wasteland. Since she knew that her comrade had known the Earth before the bomb, the vault dweller wanted to question the ghoul about how life was before the incident but she was afraid to receive no answer.

"So sweetheart will you finally ask your question." Said the man suddenly cutting the thread of her thoughts.

"Uh... well... I mean..." Lucy began to stress but from the look of the ghoul it was better to said what was running in her mind because the man seemed soon to be out of patience.

"How was life before? Before the bomb I mean?"

Cooper was taken aback by this question but still started to answer it. He describes moments in his life, the old technology of the world that she will never see. The food he liked, his favorite restaurant. The young woman clearly drank each of his words with an attention he had never seen before. Her eyes sparkled with each descriptions and her innocent questions even made the ghoul laugh, him who believed he would never have emotions again. He wanted to continue to explain the life before to her to keep even for a moment this tender expression on her face however he began to be short of anecdotes.

"What about you? How were the famous vaults?" He could not help but ask at the end of his stories.

It was Lucy’s turn to explain her life, her childhood. The functioning of a vault, what she liked to do, the skills she had developed over the years. Life in community with all her cousins but especially with her brother whom she missed. Her voice broke a little while remembering good family memories, thinking of him was more difficult than she could have imagined. She was startled when she felt a hand on hers, so enamoured in her memory, she had not noticed that Cooper had joined her and tried to comfort her. This act made her smile, the ghoul and she had really come closer since the pooling of their respective goals. To relax the atmosphere, the young woman ended her story by explaining that she had seen all his films during her youth. Even several times. Apparently despite the divorce with Barb, the contract between him and Vault-Tec was still viable and so the vaults were all equipped with his movies.

"Norm, my brother used to make fun of me about these movies." Laughed the young woman.

"Oh? Not a western fan like you?" Replied the man while gently stroking the other’s hand.

"More the fact that I had a huge crush on the main actor" After saying these words Lucy looked away not daring to face the man after such a confession. However, the latter brought her face towards him with his fingertips.

“I’m flattered doll. But I suspect it must have been a shock to know that the handsome man your heart was beating for now looks like a monster.” His laughter sounded false even to his own ears.

“No at all. You are still that man. You still have the same effect on me anyway.”

While saying these words, the young lady brought her hand to trace delicately the contours of the ghoul’s face. The moment was suspended for both individuals, no one dared to turn away from the intense gaze of the other. No one could say who had made the first move but what they knew was that the night had ended with a kiss. The first of many. Locked in a bubble they had created, the two lovers took advantage of each minute to discover and love each other. Despite the hell of the wasteland, Lucy and Cooper had created a paradise for both of them.

[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

When The Lake Thawed Out: Chapter 1

Summary: In 1993, a young man goes missing near a lake in his hometown; the town heartbroken and having lost a spark in their lives. Now, after 30 years of unanswered questions, he comes home in one of the most intense heatwaves to ever hit the town of Little Franconia, seeing that things are the same and different. In this tale of discovery and family, watch as Joshua relearns the world around him and adjusts to the nuances of pop culture, technology, and generational rot. Writer's Whining: I needed some help, and I asked a few GVF Tumblr veterans - such as @basiccortez - to help me with a scene or two and even draw from inspiration, with their consent, of course. Also, if you don't see your username, I use the 'Biggest Fans' feature on my Activity category, and I see the same lovely four people who interact with my reblogs and others, of course. Still, if you want to be added to the @ List, send me a message or however you can. Warning(s): Nightmares, PTSD, mention of posthumous character. Word Count: 1626 @List: @obetrolncocktails, @fallonfatality, @wetkleenex-gvf, @takenbythemadness, @heatsaboves, @joshym, @freyjalw, @gvf23

"Josh?" the young male calls out for him. "Josh, where are you?" he asked out into the open water that circled his calves. He had ventured into this space before, but even so: it was unfamiliar. His gut knew where to go. It felt nostalgic, but it pained him at the same time. Still, he buried his feelings and focused. He turned around to see more of the water around him. He turns around again, a figure standing hunched ominously, knees slightly bent and head hanging between his shoulders. "Josh!" he said, running to him and touching his shoulder. "Josh?" he turned him around, seeing his brother with eyes closed and mouth shut. "Josh." He shook his brother momentarily before putting a hand on his cheek. "It's me… Jake."

Like something out of a horror film, the young man's jaw unhinged, and his eyes opened wide, a pipeline of murky water blasting him across the floor. He gasped for air as the water began to grab him, taking him down into the now-darkened water. He tried to reach out to him, but it was too late. His eyes were dark, his mouth still thrusting the water out.

The older man had opened his eyes wide, gasping and shooting up from his bed. He had coughed, holding his throat as if he were still there. Reality and nightmare bounced between him as he tried to get his bearings. He looked at his surroundings and ran to the bathroom. 

He turned on the light, splashing himself with water, feeling the cool water and his sweat mix. He soon looked at himself in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at him, his salt and pepper hair loose on his forehead. He rubbed his face and grumbled about. 

"Dad?" 

The older male had jumped, the other jumping. When he saw who it was, he grabbed his chest again. "Jamie… it's you…"

"Yeah," he said. The young male had a grey tank top and sweats on, feet bare on the floor. He looked tired within himself, his brown tresses out of place and eyes heavy, but not too tired that he wouldn't go and sleep. "You had another one of your nightmares, didn't you…"

"Yeah," he told him, rubbing his scruffy little beard, "It's the same as all others… I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," he told him, rubbing his father's shoulder. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I can go for something right about now; it's not like I'm gonna get to sleep anytime soon anyway," he said, rubbing his forehead. "What time is it?"

"Three in the morning," Jamie said, his father's eyes wide open, "come on, let's get you something," he said, taking his father's hand and leading him away. They walked down the hallway, another bedroom door slightly cracked. Jamie had let go of his father's hand and had peeped inside the bedroom. He saw another male sleeping on his stomach and hugging his pillow. He showed no care and no worry, to which Jamie smiled faintly and closed the door, "at least Samuel is asleep."

"Good… don't want to worry him with these things," his father said.

They quietly go down the stairs, the kitchen nightlight the only thing laminating their line of sight. They turned it off and turned on the kitchen light after. It was a small kitchen, nothing but small appliances and even cuteHis father had sat down, stretching, and closed his eyes for a moment. Jamie reached into the fridge, seeing how barren it was. All that was there were some apples and water. "We need to do food shopping; after all this, our new house…."

"We need to unpack those boxes, too," his father added, "did you unpack your stuff already?"

"Yeah… everything: clothes, shoes, books, you name it," Jamie states confidently, "I'm sure you did as well."

"There's still a box or two I gotta open," he stated, "there's just so much to do, you know? And I've just been sleeping all day, and you know how my sleep schedule is and—"

"It's his stuff… isn't it," Jamie spoke with a softness in his voice.

A silence fell around them like a fog, the older male scratching the back of his neck, trying not to allow emotions to surface. "Y-Yeah…" he said, rubbing his face. "I know; I said I was gonna donate it, but I just haven't got to it yet."

"Dad… it's been thirty years…" Jamie told him, taking his hand, "You just put flowers for him the other day… and I know he was your brother but—"

The older gentleman had slammed his fist onto the table, Jamie jumping and straightening his back. "He wasn't just my brother… he was my best friend," he said, "your uncle Josh would have been so happy to see you boys…"

Jamie had sighed; it was not a pleasant sigh. It was normal for him to go off on tangents about his brother Josh. The more he talked about Josh, the more he lost himself, replaying the days he and Josh would play at the Fisher Hall, even when no one was watching, or getting drunk and high at the rented cabin with his parents and uncles. He was always talking about him. "Dad…"

"And he was the funniest guy. He would have made you all laugh until you cried—"

"Dad—"

"And boy, did he love to do impressions—"

"DAD!" Jamie slammed his fists onto the table, "You need to get help!" his eyebrows furrowed in a way that showed anger, his cheeks flushed and teeth bear, "You said that when we moved back here, it was so we can be near grandma and grandpa, not for you to spiral again…."

"I know, I know," he said, his hands stretched over his eyes, visibly frustrated and eyes closed shut. "This isn't just some stranger's death; I need you to understand that this pain doesn't go away…"

Jamie felt guilt wash over him as he saw his father distressed, his hand in his hair, "I'm… I'm sorry. I don't like it when you become this…"

They soon heard footsteps, the other male, Sam, greeting them. He wore just shorts and sandals, his hair in a loose braid. "Are you guys fighting again?" Sam asked.

"No," the two men said, looking at each other and then at Samuel again.

"No, Sammy," Jamie said, getting up to meet the other and rubbing his back. "You go back upstairs, okay?" he said, Sam nodding and led away by his brother to go back to bed. When he saw him enter his room, he returned to his dad. "Try to go to bed…"

"I will… I need a moment," Jamie's father said.

Jamie sighed, drinking his cup and heading to the stairs. He halted and looked back at his father, his face in his hands. "Dad…"

"Yeah?" he said, removing his hands and looking at his son. His eyes were sunken and wet, his cheeks flushed, and his nose red from holding himself back. He looked depleted. 

"I… I'm going to go in town later today and see what's up," Jamie said, trying to end the conversation amicably.

"Take your brother with you…" he said. "Don't let him out of your sight."

"Right," Jamie responded, looking disinterested as he was lost in thought, staring at the floorboard, "goodnight."

"Goodnight," he told him as he looked at his son leaving. He was left alone in the kitchen, his face in his hands. 

Jamie had traveled up the stairs, hearing his father's muffled sobs as he headed to his room now. He took his headphones and placed them in his ear, and began to play loud music.

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Feathered eyelashes sat on high cheekbones as the icy water flowed through and around him, comforting his form. It was all the body had ever known; it cradled him like the unborn idle in its mother's womb. His eyes opened just slightly, greeted by the soft ripples of light. It caught his iris, the shade of amber bouncing as he looked around himself. He tries to take his first breath but has ultimately invited water into his lungs. He panics and begins to thrash violently around him, bubbles surrounding him. With instinct, he travels to where the sun greets him. He coughs up water and other things, gasping and looking around. 

He was in the middle of a lake.

"W-Where are you-" he says in worry and begins to call out. "JAKE! JAKEY!" his voice sounded desperate, breaking as he swam around the area to find his person. He reached into the water again, looking frantically to see if he was around. He shot his head back up to the surface, eyes red from the contact. He swam to the lake's littoral, crawling on the sand that pricked his skin and panted. He sat on his side, feet tucked underneath him and face towards the sun. Moments would pass, his skin drying as it soaked in the rays. He would soon get up, only to greet the ground again as he was weak. 

"Okay… on your feet," he tells himself in a raspy voice. He slowly got up, arching his back and heading all the bones in his back to release their vices. The male groaned loudly, the relief cascading over him like a waterfall. He took his first step and another. His toes digging into the sand was now second nature for him. He then returned to the water to cool his face, only to look at his state.

He was disheveled, to say the least, and had tried to comb his hair through, but it was not possible. "I gotta get out of here…"

[forthegothicheroine]

Could you make a text post of that "The Big Sleep (1946) Explained" video instead? I really like that movie. I'd love to know what it's about

Glad you asked! Let me start by saying that The Big Sleep is my favorite movie, and it is a testament to the sheer pleasure it offers that I have watched it enough to put this post together. Spoilers for a movie from 1946.

Author Raymond Chandler was and is admired for the beauty of his prose, the intensity of his characterization and his descriptive powers- but not for tight plots or skill at crafting mysteries. The film The Big Lebowski was a parody of Chandler novels, where the detective hero pulled into a series of interlocking and confusing different plots is just as baffled as the audience. On top of that, he liked writing about salacious things like sex and drugs, and in the 40s, the Production Code forced the film to hint at these things instead of spell them out. As such, the film The Big Sleep often leaves people confused about two specific mysterious deaths. The first, most famously, is...

Who killed the chauffeur?

Chandler himself famously said he'd forgotten by the time the film adaptation was made, and Kim Newman uses it as a running joke in Something More than Night.

There is an answer, though! Or rather, there are two answers, one for the book and one for the film.

The novel The Big Sleep is kind of a patchwork of the plots of several of Chandlers crime stories, in particular one about a woman at a casino taking part in an elaborate fraud. In the transition from different, originally unconnected stories to one narrative novel, some of the details got squashed. As a result, the death of the chauffeur is solved in one blink-and-you'll-miss-it line: he killed himself. He was in love with his boss's younger daughter Carmen Sternwood, who liked to spend her nights blacked out on opium and in bed with strangers. On one of these benders, she ended up in the house of a pornographer who took naked pictures of her and then blackmailed her rich family with them. To save the woman he loved, Owen Taylor the chauffeur killed the pornographer and stole the photos, only to have them stolen from him by another disreputable character, Joe Brody. Having committed murder for nothing and failed to save Carmen, Taylor killed himself.

That's in the book. In the movie, the detective protagonist Marlowe responds to the discovery of Taylor's body by saying it wasn't suicide. Remember Joe Brody the thief? When Marlowe tracks him down, he claims he only knocked the chauffeur out to steal the blackmail material. Marlowe accuses him of having gone so far as to kill him. Brody says "You can't prove I did it." Marlowe says "I can make an awfully good try." And then Brody himself gets shot by a man coming in the door, and the plot rushes forward.

But there you have it: in the movie, at least, Brody killed Taylor.

Now on to the less famous question that nevertheless seems to polarize critics...

2. Who killed the Irishman?

Once again this question has two answers, one for the book and one for the movie.

Sean Regan, IRA member and friend of the wealthy General Sternwood, has disappeared. When Marlowe is called in to help about Carmen's blackmailing, everyone, including the boss's older daughter Vivian, assumes he must have really been hired to find the missing Irishman. He wasn't, but the more people tell him not to look into the matter, the more curious he becomes. Once again, it all comes down to the naughty and erratic Carmen. In the film, gangster Eddie Mars tells Marlowe that Carmen killed him during a drug blackout, enraged that he rejected her. By the end of the movie, however, Marlowe has told the police that Eddie Mars himself, now dead, killed Regan, and then tells Vivian that she'll have to have her sister sent to a place to cure her addiction (and her nymphomania.) Marlowe and Vivian are left world weary, but bound to each other. So, was Marlowe just covering up for her out of love for Vivian?

Raymond Chandler liked female villains. In the book, Carmen absolutely killed Regan in a jealous rage, and tries to kill Marlowe later for the same reason. Vivian knew about this but would do anything to protect her sister. Marlowe agrees with her not to tell the police, so long as Carmen is sent away to a sanitarium and General Sternwood doesn't have to learn the truth. Vivian and Marlowe never go beyond a bit of hostile flirtation, and he ends the book sad and lonely, reflecting on how someday they'll all be sleeping the big sleep.

In the movie, where newlyweds Bogart and Bacall as Marlowe and Vivian sizzled with chemistry, this would have been a real bummer of an ending. Chandler himself advocated for a brutal ending where Marlowe knowingly sends Carmen to walk into a hail of gangster bullets, which would have been the obvious worst ending out of all of these. Instead, pay attention to what Marlowe says to Mars in the final scene.

Mars says he saw Carmen kill Regan, but Marlowe asks if he'd seen her before, why didn't he recognize her earlier in the movie? It's a good question. And what about the known fact that Regan had been in love with Mars's wife? Marlowe calls Mars a liar. The speech where he runs through the whole plot is fast and not everybody picks up on these lines, but he's saying that Mars himself killed Regan out of jealousy towards the man trying to steal his girl. And who better to blame than the drugged-up nympho who couldn't deny anything, and who better to blackmail than the sister desperate to protect her?

In the film, Mars killed the Irishman. Carmen Sternwood, as big a problem as she is, was more danger to herself than to others.

[kinomitarbeiterin]

The Bikeriders (2023)

Watched this in the open air cinema I'm assisting this summer. The main reason for me wanting to watch it was the amazing Jodie Comer (from Killing Eve). Otherwise, I've barely seen any ads for this film, which I find odd considering the A-list cast.

Anyways, there were some great things about the film. I liked several of the characters, casting was great, I thought the scenography was well-done, there were some funny moments, some intense moments and I got into the universe easily enough. I also liked the general style. However, I had some issues with the storytelling, how we were jumping in time and the mix of interview and flashbacks. To be fair, I did also miss the first few minutes and for all I know there could be something to the start that would have helped, but I doubt it. The result of this shaky dramaturgy made me not connect all that strongly to the characters and the events happening. I definitely was never very engaged in the romance plot, where we were never really shown that they truly loved each other. Austin Butler's Benny was generally pretty one-sided, macho und stone-faced until the end. I liked seeing how he and Kathy met, but from there on she wasn't really all that relevant anymore. It was all about the club, about the leader and the newcomers. Which would have been fine, if they didn't continuously insist on showing Kathy and Benny again and again, with it leading nowhere. It was just several smaller stories, that didn't really bring me much closer to the characters. I think Tom Hardy nailed it as the club leader Johnny though.

Maybe it's a script issue, maybe editing. I just know that I felt those two hours could have been used better to show us this world.

And I know it's based on a book and I loved seeing the original pictures in the end. Still, you gotta make the film work on its own. I also didn't like the title, but that's also from the book, so I guess I'll accept that then.

[bookwyrminspiration]

You didn’t ask, probably don’t care, and likely haven’t watched the movie, but if I may scream into the void that is your inbox about Damsel… I would greatly appreciate it. I will not spoil it for you, but if you would like to watch the movie and not waste time, may I suggest the trailer?

The makeup for this movie was so bad. God awful. Made me want to jump out of my one story window and on to a cactus.

This is Elodie at the start of her day. She’s just been married, her makeup is on point (not at all historically accurate, but I will forgive it because this is ✨fantasy✨), and she is beautiful.

This is Elodie days later after she’s been bleeding, burned, sobbing, screaming, climbing, falling down, rolling around, etc.

Tell me why she still looks fine.

This is the end of the movie. Where the character should look horrid. She should look like she’s been to hell and back. She should not look like she is in a weird “express ur inner beauty 🐉 ⛓️ 🥀“ commercial.

Elodie should be covered in filth. Her makeup should be running down her face, surrounding her eyes and making her look like a raccoon. She shouldn’t be any semblance of clean in this moment.

Additionally, her hair should be messed up! Just before this scene she’s cut it herself with a knife to make use of it. At best, she should have strands of hair that are different lengths. Most accurately, she should have one piece of hair which is short while the rest remains long. (I realize this one is more on the costuming department, but I must point it out nonetheless.)

All of this really takes away from the end of the film where such a contrast is needed. Towards the end, there’s a very important part where she is next to characters who are incredibly clean and pristine. These people should be looking at her with horror due to her appearance, but she looks fine and therefore the impact is lessened greatly.

The image on the left is just before the big battle scene while the image to the right is the very end of the film. She really doesn’t look all that different and I’m! So! Disappointed!

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Thank you 😔 also I am sorry for my grammar if you read this far.

You weren't lying like the entire movie is in that 3 minute trailer. That's both impressive and disappointing. Impressive because wow, we learned so much so quickly. Disappointing because you mean to tell me there's only 3 minutes worth of stuff. However. will say there may be info missing from said trailer and I'm being hasty

anyway. it's amazing to see how that final battle was so intense and scary and hard that it literally curled and styled her hair. most stories leave that detail out, so it's nice to see it included <3

wait are those. are those dragons on her crown? even if not now I'm thinking about dragon crowns. ozzy I love dragons so so much. the things I would do for a dragon. just to see one...

anyway. this is an excellent ramble about how women's beauty (and the western stereotype of beauty more specifically) and aesthetics are prioritized in media/life over the truth/reality of their experiences. they're not allowed to be real people, they have to look nice when they struggle, to be poised and appealing when suffering. a very frustrating trend.

i appreciate the rant, thank you for sharing :)

[tiffanylamps]

Heyyyy do u have any wlw/GL film recs it can be dramas movies anything at this point im so desperate 😭

Hello!!!! Thanks for the ask! I love the topic haha. I'm going to give you 8 recs, I hope you like them! (synopses taken from imdb) The Handmaiden / 아가씨 (2016) A woman is hired as a handmaiden to a Japanese heiress, but secretly she is involved in a plot to defraud her

I don't think I've watched this movie since it came out, so my memory is a little fuzzy. I remember thinking it was brilliant and entertaining; I found the plot and characters to be compelling and I was really rooting for Lady Hideko to get a happy ending. The cinematography is so delicious, as is the romantic tension between the lead female characters. However, I did find the sex scenes to be a little... not to my taste but my opinion might have changed in the last few years

Colette (2018) Colette is pushed by her husband to write novels under his name. Upon their success, she fights to make her talents known, challenging gender norms

A Historical biopic about the life of Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette. It's another movie I haven't seen since it came out but I also enjoyed it. Although married to a man (who is also a dickhead), Colette has relationships with women, most notably, Missy, who is male presenting. (I don't remember if Missy's gender is ever defined in the movie, so I'm not sure if "women" is the correct term to use when describing them. I might be misgendering them as the real-life Missy, Mathilde de Morny, did go by Max/Uncle Max in their later years.)

The Favourite (2018) In early 18th-century England, the status quo at the court is upset when a new servant arrives and endears herself to a frail Queen Anne

Here we have another biopic, this time it's about the relationship between Queen Anne, Sarah Churchill, and Abigail Masham. I adore this movie! It's soooo fantastic to see queer women be so ruthless, cunning, terrible and desperate. Gosh, I love how love and ambition are depicted throughout. It's fantastic! All three female leads are excellent.

Atomic Blonde (2017) An undercover MI6 agent is sent to Berlin during the Cold War to investigate the murder of a fellow agent and recover a missing list of double agents

Charlize Theron plays a bisexual baddie in a spy action movie where she is hunted down by James McAvoy?? Yes please and thank you!

Shiva Baby (2020) At a Jewish funeral service with her parents, a college student runs into her sugar daddy and ex-girlfriend

This is one of my favourite movies. It is a horror dressed up as a comedy. THE INTENSITY is sooo unreal that it inspired me to write an original story! I love everything about it! Plus, YES to bisexual and sex-work representation!

Bend it like Beckham (2002) Two ambitious girls, despite their parents' wishes, have their hearts set on careers in professional soccer

Yes, the main character ends up with the male love interest. But this movie is still soooo queer! Jess and Jules are gay for one another, I don't make the rules! Kiera Knightley wanted them to be together and so did everyone else. If they ever made a sequel (which they should), it could be about them reuniting and getting together. I watched this movie soooooo many times growing up.... lol Calamity Jane (1953) The story of Calamity Jane, her saloon, and her romance with Wild Bill Hickok

Another biopic but this time, it's a musical haha. Okay, yes, Jane ends up with a man and yes, the real Calamity Jane was married twice in her life to men. But when I watched this as a child, it awaken something in me. The movie is so queer-coded, I could see it even as a little child who didn't know what queer was yet. I haven't seen it in over a decade, maybe more, but it left a huge impression on me. Plus, The Windy City and A Woman's Touch are absolutely certified jams. (side note: when I watched A Woman's Touch for the first time, I remember thinking that I wouldn't mind living in a cabin with my best "gal friend" 😂) Now for a TV show I watched growing up (when I was WAY too young to be watching something so adult) that made me feel the feels:

Sugar Rush (2005) 15-year-old Kim has just moved to Brighton and developed an earth-shattering, hormone-surging crush on her new best friend, Sugar

Coming-of-age/ sexual awakening stories aren't always my thing anymore, as I don't care to watch teenagers exploring their sexuality but I watched this when I was 10(??), and it was very important to me. It's not a very good show and is probably considered to be super outdated now, but I found it formative. Plus, when I was growing up, there weren't any (not from what I can remember) shows or movies with a lesbian lead wanting to be in an interracial relationship with her best friend. It's an important part of queer TV history. Plus, it has Andrew Garfield playing one of the wettest male characters ever lol

Thanks again and I hope you like my recommendations! 😊

[sertimusthechao]

Super Mario Bros. Movie 4DX Thoughts + Review (SPOILERS)

Oh gosh, where do I begin.

Let me just preface this by saying that this was my very first experience with a 4DX film. I'd learned that there's a cinema that opened near me which is a much more affordable drive compared to traveling over 100mi just to catch a single showing. I'd actually long sought after a presentation like this since Promare made its limited release in US theaters back in '19 and '21 and, at that time, the new cinema hadn't even opened yet. So I'm not only glad I got to catch the Super Mario Bros. Movie's theatrical release, I'm also glad I now get to experience 4DX closer to home.

I've watched some demonstrations of the technology in action and it speaks to me especially as a thrill ride enthusiast. It reminds me a lot of those 4D theater-style rides that usually operate in theme parks, so I went in with that expectation in mind but for feature-length films. Well, this experience brought a lot more than I expected, in a good way. I will elaborate more on this shortly.

The one thing I will probably say is that the motion seats will violently heave and rock during certain action scenes to the point where the backrests will slam your back and, in some cases, you will be bouncing off your seat briefly, so if that's not your thing or if you have certain sensory/health issues which may be agitated by the motion seats and/or environmental effects (air/water jets, wind, rain, occasional scents, vibration, lumbar kick, etc.), then 4DX Mario might not be for you, even 4DX presentations in general. The manufacturer of 4DX has a safety guidelines page you can read before considering attending a presentation like this.

Of course, this goes without saying that this post will be full of spoilers. You're probably better off not reading beyond this point if you plan on watching this movie in the near future or even plan on experiencing it in 4DX just like I did.

That said, thoughts! This was actually a pretty fun watch. It prefaces with Bowser anchoring his floating fortress in front of the Penguin King's castle and the Penguin King's army getting a taste of Bowser's fury. From there he claims the Super Star being held there and imprisons all of the Snow Kingdom's inhabitants. The 4DX effects, including motion, were fairly mild but provide a little taste of what's to come further into the movie. There was especially some use of fog and air to provide atmospherics, including forced air that occurs as Bowser uses his fire breath to destroy the Penguin King's castle.

With that, the movie starts out fairly relaxed with a completely normal day in Brooklyn with the Bros. starting out with their plumbing business. Then everything starts to ramp up steadily with their first job and then the manhole leak, which they find the pipe which transports them into the Mushroom Kingdom. During those parts of the movie I felt a little bit of the action from the Mario Bros. including their jumps and parkour-like maneuvers. This is also where the 4DX effects start to slowly build up in intensity and prepare the audience for the more brutal parts of the film.

However, this is also where I felt like the world building could've been improved. There seemed to be some missed opportunities to further develop his character. I especially felt like I only got to see to a glimpse of his family, too. His life in the Mushroom Kingdom was no different either, as a lot of his run-ins with the Kingdom's denizens seemed rushed. I might not have so much of an issue with it especially as a Mario fan/vet but it might be confusing to those completely new to the franchise. Though, there could be a reason for this too, especially with Nintendo's preference to stray from vivid backstories in Mario's universe.

With that said, I'd like to talk about the fun parts of the film, but mostly the action-y stuff; from Princess Peach's training regimen, to Donkey Kong's challenge, to the karting on Rainbow Road, eventually leading up to the showdown with Bowser. But especially Donkey Kong's scene, holy moly. Let me tell you about it. It's a trip—actually no, it's a roller coaster. The 4DX editors for this film really made sure you felt Mario's pain in the form of violent seat motions. They're pretty much a combination of sudden tilts, rolls and heaves every time Mario gets beaten up and thrown around.

It's especially to the point where the seat hit my upper back and even gave me brief airtime. It is peak whiplash. I think there may have been some use of forced air and water jets too, but it feels somewhat insignificant compared to how the seats move during the fight. It's nuts and it's very effective at actually making me feel bad for Mario here. Eventually, Mario does come across the cat power-up and overpowers DK through his enhanced agility and you also feel DK get a beat-down in the process.

I enjoyed the kart scenes especially, where it is a slightly smoother experience. It isn't until the Koopa army starts rolling in on Rainbow Road and defeating the Kongs that the motion starts ramping back up in intensity, though not as much as the aforementioned scene. There is some use of atmospherics in play, including wind, fog, air/water jets and strobes. After the blue shell of the Koopa General destroys part of the road, both Mario and DK fall into an ocean where they are eaten by a Maw-Ray which, if I remember well, is where the rain effect comes into play. There has been very occasional use of 4DX's rain effect throughout the film, though my memory has not been the best since watching through some parts of this film in 4DX were sensory overload for me, heh.

So then Bowser. He attempts to marry Princess Peach but his plans are briefly thwarted when Peach finds an opportunity to freeze Bowser and Mario + DK make their way to the wedding via a turbo jet from DK's kart. Lots and lots of action from there, which then ramps up in intensity when Bowser breaks free from his ice prison and sends a Banzai Bill toward the Mushroom Kingdom in a fit of rage. Mario then knocks it off course and sends it into a warp pipe, averting imminent destruction of the Mushroom Kingdom; but then Bowser's castle gets teleported to Brooklyn where the showdown continues. This is where the seats start to move violently again as Mario receives a beat-down from Bowser, feeling seemingly defeated but was reminded of his very mission—to save not only the Mushroom Kingdom, but Brooklyn too. Mario jumps back into the fight alongside Luigi to help him too, and eventually the two grab the Super Star, become invincible, knock Bowser out, shrink him to the size of a pet rat and trap him in a jar, ending his stranglehold on the Mushroom Kingdom and saving Brooklyn from a similar fate.

So, what do I think of this movie? I think it is very fun with a classic 'Mario saves the Princess (and the world)' plot that leaves a little more to be desired. I think most Mario fans will be able to enjoy it. I think the 3D + 4DX features make this an especially very fun watch and they don't distract a whole lot from the actual movie; the effects feel very relevant to what goes on in the movie and are not too gimmicky. However, I'm a bit on the fence on possibly recommending the Super Mario Bros. Movie as a first-time 4DX movie due to the intensity of certain scenes which may agitate those who deal with certain sensory issues like the sensation of bumping into cushions and strong movements of the seats in general.

This can depend on the feature that is being presented with 4DX, but it's always something to keep in mind going into a 4DX theater. Action movies are probably going to be common with most cinemas that offer such types of showings, so strong movements of the seats is a very common characteristic with them. However, if you're really into roller coasters or thrill rides in general as much as I am and you love to go into movies with a sense of adventure and a craving for immersion, I'm certain you'll have no problem breaking into the 4DX format.

Nonetheless I found the experience to be genuinely fun and unforgettable, especially for my first time watching a movie in this format. It's not something I'll be doing all of the time but I will definitely consider booking my next action movie screening in this format. In fact, I'm considering hitting up Across the Spider-Verse in 4DX in about a couple of months. :>

[safetycar-restart]

i may have lost uno and been teamed up against five times at three oclock this morining, but i am one happy girl. i’m so inlove with two brunette, light eyes, atleast 6 inches taller, funny sweet boys. and they’re both a massive part of my life. AND ONE OF THEM IS CHARLES MF LECLERC.

race started, sam bullying me (redbull fan and im ferrari gal). felt sick to my stomach. last ten laps. felt sick to my stomach. when he came second - crying. actually jumping up and down crying. the donuts with max - sobbing my heart out on the floor lay like a starfish being laughed at. seb’s dotd and speech - do no get me started.

charles fucking killed it and he deserves all the head pats and snuggles in the world. that’s all he wants tonight. he knows he didn’t win. but who the fuck cares. he won his own battle and did it fair and square. not to mention he did it looking amazing too. so yeah - tonight is a soft, tired night. just lay together watching some sappy film you both love. him lay with his back to your chest just happily talking away. buzzing whilst eating the room service you ordered. and just to tire him out one last time before bed - a lazy, sloppy, cute handjob where he just keeps moaning at the praise being whispered in his ears. then falling asleep just wrapped around eachother.

(side note, he’d have your name on his helmet also)

-🍁

You’re so right about this!!!! I also love your description of your race experience, you’re so valid for that. But yes yes anyway let’s talk about Charles!!

The team things charles wants to go out and celebrate and while he is excited, he’s mostly just relieved? The season really took its tole and then some on him and he hasn’t been able to actually relax in so long, hasn’t been able to have a movie night without stressing or be your giggly little boy or make you lunch or cuddle with you for hours.

He’s just… he’s missed all the calm moments between the two of you. Sure he’s had some of them, but they’ve always been you trying to calm Charles down and look after. He just wants an evening where you can both chill together. That’s what he wants for his celebration (and okay yeah a bottle of champagne can be split between you two).

He does, however, pay for the entire team to go out? He wants everyone who wants to go out and have a good time to do it free of charge because they’ve all more than earned it.

But as for himself… it’s straight back to the hotel.

You and him order far too much room service, none of which is on his diet but that’s fine because the season is finally over.

Originally Charles wanted to do a movie night, but then he was cuddled in bed with you, sharing the food you ordered and suddenly all he wanted was just to chat? He can’t remember the last time he was relaxed enough to talk shit with you for hours and it’s exactly what he wants.

The only topic not talked about is F1. There is zero motorsport talk whatsoever.

And to be honest half of what’s discussed is nonsense (because no Charles, penguins are not birds of pray), but it’s just the nicest thing. And of course he’s always cuddled close to you, giggling whenever you slip your hand under his soft shirt to tickle or pinch him.

He gets a little hard towards the ends of the night, a result of being so relaxed and so close to you. You’re more than happy to slip your hand into his boxers and give him a slow hand job until he makes a mess in his boxers.

He’s so sweet the entire time, letting out little gasps and whines as he slowly rocks his hips into your hand. You praise him too of course, which only makes it more intense.

And then you remove his boxers, using the fabric to clean off any cum that’s on him and then throw them off the bed to be dealt with in the morning because Charles is now ready to sleep.

He sleeps against your chest of course, and when he wakes he can’t wait to get out of there and on holiday.