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the tension between the absurd and the real in barry is so good it makes me want to explode
#barry#the way some things will be nonsense comedy and it doesnt Have to make sense. and then some things have to be real and you have to look at#it and face it the blood is real except for when it isnt. theres something really coherent here im not grasping#literally cant stop thinking about the ridiculous fuches subplots where he inexplicably gets brought back to life and given another perfect#pastoral future. Like. does fate metaphysically exist in barry???? lol#i mean it very much always comes back to the fact that its a tragicomedy/black comedy/dramedy/etc. that tension will ALWAYS exist#either the blood is real or it isnt. but its masterfully woven into the themes of the fucking show because.... acting!#sometimes the blood isnt real sometimes the real doesnt exist it’s LA its a fake place no one’s from.#THE SHOW IS FIGHTING ITS OWN NATUREEE#i dont know how to articulate this at all.#literally a show set in the exact moment a joke becomes not funny anymore. how do they do it tonally it’s making me CRAZED#alternatively the way barry never gets hit by bullets.#the sally plots / film industry stuff is teetering on absurd but its satire which i think is different.#like. satire is real..... it is#the best tv shows are sentient. i shant elaborate
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my long boring post about chapter 293 and Kacchan’s hero name
lmao I think that’s all of them. anyways, so I said I was gonna do a post on this, and so here goes.
first off, I just want to say that people are allowed to not like the name! it’s a completely subjective thing, there’s no right or wrong “it’s good” or “it’s bad.” or rather, there is a right or wrong, and it’s whichever one you think it is. if you think it’s good, you’re right. if you think it’s bad, you’re also right. it’s an opinion, it doesn’t need to be backed up by peer review lol.
that said, here is my own completely subjective opinion: I think “Dynamight” (though please not with the capital “m”, I beg you lol) is a terrific name for him honestly. it’s clever wordplay, it’s a subtle callback/tribute to his favorite hero who is also his inspiration for becoming a hero, and it’s a perfect fit for his chosen aesthetic. it’s honestly great.
and what makes it even better is that at the same time, it is also stupid as fuck lmao. this is a name that encapsulates the duality of man. it’s the perfect metaphor for this boy who think he’s the hottest shit god ever invented, and has no idea that the number of people who take him seriously after interacting with him for more than ten seconds is actually in the single digits. this hero name is the equivalent of an excited puppy ferociously bounding towards a squirrel only to trip over its own feet and fall flat on its face. it thinks it is scary as fuck, and has no idea that 30,000 people on TikTok think it’s the most adorable thing they’ve ever seen. I unabashedly love it, and will also ceaselessly roast the everloving shit out of it without the slightest remorse, just like I roast the beloved boy attached to it. that’s just how it is lol.
so that’s how I feel about the name! however, this next part I need to emphasize: my opinion of the name, and my opinion of whether or not I actually think this will be his name, are two different things. I like the name Dynamight. I really do. and I also think there is next to no chance that this will actually be his hero name.
here’s the thing. this would have been a perfect name for him if it had been his chosen name back in chapter 45 when everyone else picked their aliases. it would have fit in seamlessly with the rest of his class. Red Riot, Chargebolt, Earphone Jack, Sugarman, Uravity; those are all names that stick in your mind and look great on official merch. those are names that sell action figures, but they also do a great job of representing the individuals behind the names. they have personality. and so does “Dynamight”, for sure.
but the thing is, for whatever reason, Horikoshi didn’t have him pick this name back in chapter 45. he went with a running gag instead. “King Explosion Murder”, “Lord Explosion Murder”, and so forth. and in the end, we never got a hero name at all. he could have had him pick Dynamight after we’d had our laughs. hell, he could have used it as an early easter egg hinting at Kacchan’s admiration for All Might, which wouldn’t be officially revealed until the final exam arc about twenty chapters later. “Dynamight” in Japanese is written out in katakana -- ダイナマイト (“dainamaito”). this is the word that’s used in Japan for actual dynamite. there is no inherent indicator that it’s a pun; it just so happens that the “mite” in dynamite is spelled out phonetically in Japanese the exact same way that “might” is. so the pun isn’t obvious unless you know to look for it. Horikoshi could have left us all thinking that “Dynamite” was his name until chapter 62 or thereabouts when he revealed that Katsuki looked up to All Might, at which point Horikoshi could finally reveal the official English spelling and it would be like a second name reveal. which would have been pretty sweet, actually.
but my point being, for some reason he instead chose not to do this. instead he chose to drag it all out for 250 chapters, content to let us all languish. this man had not a shred of mercy for the thousands of Bakugou fans who were all “please, sir, the fic,” before eventually giving up and adopting Ground Zero as the official-unofficial name until we either got a real reveal or died of old age. he dragged it out, and kept it as a gag, and eventually it was just like, fine, whatever.
and then this happened.
and it changed everything.
because you see, all of a sudden “Bakugou’s Hero Name” wasn’t just a running joke gag plot anymore. in the span of three sentences, Horikoshi changed the entire meaning of it. “your hero name represents your desires. the embodiment of how you wish to be. your ideal self.”
just like that, the whole mystery of “what will Bakugou’s hero name be” goes from being a funny little ongoing thing to an existential question, with the implication being that the choice he finally makes, whatever it may be, will in essence reveal the very core of his character. “your ideal self.” in other words this will really be almost the pinnacle of his entire character arc. his hero name, when he finally picks it, will show us just how far he’s come. it will show us his answer to “what kind of person do you want to be.”
that is an insane amount of meaning to suddenly dump onto something that up until this point had just been a funny little running gag. “lol Bakugou loves murder and death.” “lol at this rate Bakugou will graduate while still not having an actual hero name.” from that, to suddenly out of the blue, “Bakugou’s hero name will show us who he is as a person.” like, holy shit though. and mind you, this isn’t something that’s been done for any other character. this is very Bakugou-specific. all this build-up and significance has been ascribed to his hero name specifically. at this point his name is basically its own fucking plot. it’s literally its own individual little arc. all of that build-up. all of that meaning and importance given to it.
and then Horikoshi goes and gives us this.
so. like... okay, I guess??
like, just some quick things of note here though:
he is still doing the whole “explosive destruction murder” thing on top of the “Dynamight” part. indicating that there has not been the slightest bit of thoughtful consideration actually given on his part. literally the one thing that everyone and their mom was trying to explain to him not to do, and all of it went in one ear and out the other. which is fine!! he is adorable here and I want to ruffle his hair, honestly. but it’s clear to me that he still hasn’t grasped what Jeanist was trying to explain to him before, if this is really his answer to “what would you consider to be your ideal self” lol.
the name is INSTANTLY panned by every single person in the surrounding vicinity, villains included. hell, Mirio might as well have stabbed him all over again. obviously this is intentionally being used as a lighthearted moment to briefly give the audience a breather before we wade back into the Todoroki drama; but at the same time it indicates that this name isn’t exactly going to be taken seriously by anyone who hears it in-universe. they are literally wincing upon hearing it skjlklhkgf.
lastly, none of the people closest to him -- Deku, All Might, Kirishima, or Shouto -- are even there to hear it. all of that build-up, all of that “Kacchan’s hero name will show us how far he’s come in his character development”, and then when it finally happens, the people who have had the most impact aren’t even there to partake in the moment. Shouto and Deku are busy dealing with an entirely separate plot and trying very hard not to be set on fire while Kacchan is out here providing comic relief.
because that’s really what this is, though. this is a joke. like, I don’t mean that in a pejorative sense; I mean that it is literally a joke. and so what you’re telling me is, if this really is his hero name, we waited 250 chapters and Horikoshi built up an entire character arc around it, only to have the end result be a joke panel that in the end was arguably not even the biggest thing that happened in the chapter.
like, idk, maybe there’ll be a flashback about it later after all’s said and done which will imbue it with more meaning as some have suggested. maybe Horikoshi will explain how it’s a childhood throwback name that Deku once picked for him, like that theory that’s been making the rounds. I’m not saying it won’t be possible to build on this after the fact. but it will be after the fact, all the same. as far as the initial reveal goes... this is it. the epitome of anticlimactic. a brief joke reveal mid-fight where everyone immediately goes “are you fucking serious” and he’s all “I WAS FUCKING SERIOUS” and falls down out of comedy lmao.
and so, to wrap this post up finally, basically the way I see it is that there are two possibilities here. either (1) I have been way overthinking this from day one and it was never really that deep and Horikoshi thought this would be an appropriate and funny conclusion to a plotline which in his mind was always meant to be mostly lighthearted, with the Jeanist stuff mostly just thrown in there to push Bakugou into picking an at least halfway-decent name in spite of himself.
or, (2) this isn’t going to be his final hero name either. this is instead the last hurrah of the “Lord Explosion Murder” part of that plotline, and after he’s laughed out of the room yet again he will mope and cross out this one as well, and Horikoshi will sit on it for another 500 chapters until he finally reveals it at the very fucking end of the series. like at this point I wouldn’t put it past him to wait until the very last page. I s2g, this man. but the flipside of it is that when that moment finally does happen, I fully believe it will be a moment that actually feels earned. it will feel right. it will feel like the moment we spent all that time waiting for. or at least that’s what I hope.
so anyway, those are my thoughts on it! tl;dr, while I like Dynamight as a hero name in and of itself, I don’t think it’s going to be endgame, mostly because nothing about that reveal moment actually felt right to me. and of course, it’s very possible that I’m completely wrong about this; it wouldn’t be the first time (Kacchan’s quirk says hello). but on the other hand fandom isn’t totally batting a thousand either (Ground Zero says what up), so hey. we’ll see!
#bakugou katsuki#dynamight#bnha 293#bnha meta#bakugou meta#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#asks#anon asks
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Since you are an angst queen I know you’d make magic out of anything on the list, but how about number 9 with Michael?
A/N: First of all that’s a huge compliment thank you 😭🥺 I hope you like this!! I’m sorry it’s so long for a blurb lol. if u want a song that describes this fic PERFECTLY then listen to flesh without blood by grimes!! Like, I didn’t even mean too but the song matches this fic so perfectly. Anyway enjoy ♥️ Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated :)
Warnings: breaking up, MAJOR character(s) death - the death isn’t really described but it’s suggested at the end of the fic, Reader burns herself so I guess burning? Lol, it’s not really suicide but Reader knows about her death and accepts it so it could be considered as such? Idk.
You never thought it would come to this.
Even from the beginning you knew he was trouble. He was too beautiful; to perfect.. He had to be corrupt in some way. And he sure was.
However nothing could prepare you to handle the fact that he was the antichrist, satans son. At first you laughed it off and thought he was trying to be funny but it was clear to you it wasn’t a joke when he told you about the bombs.
As fucked up as it sounds, you were okay with it. As long as you were by his side, you would be okay. However; as the date of the nuclear attack grew closer and closer, you started to second thoughts. You had second thoughts about everything but mostly about dating Michael.
He was starting to draw away from you, which was understandable since he was getting so busy. However in the moments when he happened to be free and tried to reach out to you, you found yourself withdrawing from him as well.
Knowing what destruction he was capable of, and what he was planning on doing made you start to withdraw from him.
What the fuck were you even thinking with dating this guy in the first place? How could there ever be a happy ending with the antichrist?
Long story short you now were in a fucking predicament, to say the least.
The bombs went off tommorow. you knew that. Michael knew that, and so did the cooperative. That was everyone who knew and who was okay with the world fucking ending. You couldn’t fucking handle it anymore.
You were tired of feeling like the responsibility of the world was in your hands, and you were tired of tolerating Michaels shit.
You loved him, and him alone. As much as it hurt to admit it, the thing that turned you off so much about Michael was all the fucking baggage he carried. You wanted him, not the cooperative, not his fucking magic powers, not his fucked up family, and espically not his fucking urge to destroy everything he touched. You knew all of that wasn’t truly him, it wasn’t his spirit.
It was the satanists and Satan himself that made Michael so fucking sadistic. And you hated it. You started to hate him for letting this happen, for allowing himself to surrender to such darkness.
You and Michael were due to leave at the crack of dawn to go to the sanctuary, before the bombs hit but you had different ideas. You were leaving tonight. As soon as you finished writing him this damn letter.
It was nighttime and you were alone in you and Michaels shared home. Or.. really just Michaels home now. You knew you had to write this letter soon before he came back, you had already packed everything and you had a hotel set up - waiting for you. You already had all of your belongings in boxes and ready to go by the front door, but right now you were still fucking stumped.
You sat at Michaels desk that he used for work; with a peice of blank paper in front of you with a pen in your hand.
You twiddled the pen nervously; trying to think of what you even wanted to say to him.
You kept the light dim, just enough so that you could see what you wanted to write. Having the light on brightly seemed to just make you sweat and make you even more nervous for some odd reason.
You finally bit the bullet and decided to just fucking do it, you started writing.
‘Dearest Michael,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know you hate unpredictability but I had to do this, this way. I know that if I looked you in the eyes and told you that I had to leave you - that I wouldn’t be able to take it so.. I’m sorry Michael. I’m so fucking sorry. It’s not that I don’t love you, because I do. I love you so fucking much. Too much to see you live the rest of your life like this, controlled by the Cooperative and being manipulated like that. I mean, think about it Michael. REALLY think. Do you really want to live the rest of your life having to manage of all them? Having to be dictated by fucking Satan for ‘probably’ eternity? I don’t want a future like that Michael. I would rather be taken out tommorow quickly by the bombs than live the rest of my life in a fucking wasteland. Understand that I love you but not the situation. I packed everything and I’m leaving tonight; please don’t try to find me. I just want to spend the little remaining hours I have alone please. I know how excited you were for tommorow and I’m sorry that you’ll have to celebrate alone -“.
You stopped writing for a second. You really were a fucking idiot, weren’t you? How god damn naive have you been? Michaels been spending more time at the fucking cooperative than he had at home, of course he wasn’t alone. That made no sense.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking some random cooperative member; Michael was gorgeous - everyone wanted him. You shook your head, I mean there was no point to not call him out on it. You could basically say whatever you wanted now - you were going to die tommorow anyways. You focused back on the paper in front of you and continued writing.
‘but im sure you’ll just find some bitch to fuck and celebrate that way, won’t you?
Yours truly,
(Y/n)’.
You put the pen back where you had previously found it and took the letter in your hands. You reread your mini speech and you felt odd.
You didn’t feel quite sad, but you weren’t happy either. You supposed you were kind of relieved. Relieved to finally have told Michael what you always wanted too. Relieved you didn’t have to date some sadistic, cruel man forever.
You turned the corner in the house and opened the door that lead to the bedroom. You had made the bed and you put the letter in the middle right below the pillows, no way he could fucking miss it.
You let out a dry laugh - not because anything was funny but out of disbelief. You were actually doing it. You were really leaving Michael.
You turned on your heel and with a snap of your fingers the lights turned off. It was now time to get the fuck out of here.
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It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly onto you as you basked in it. It was early morning, the next day and you sat in a metal chair outside of a cafe with a coffee in front of you.
Today was the day.
You didn’t know the exact time the bombs were due to go off but you knew it was sometime before noon, and it was nearing 8 am.
You expected to get hundred of phone calls last night or to even have Michael show up at your hotel but none of that happened.. And you would be lying if you said that didn’t disappoint you a little. You did miss him.
You took a sip of coffee, savoring the taste before swallowing it. You picked up the cup - getting ready to raise it to your lips when you heard the other metal chair that was across the table from you being pulled back. The sound of metal across the concrete was like nails on chalkboard - you jumped and a good portion of your hot coffee slid down your shirt.
You bolted out of the chair - trying to go to the bathroom so you could dry yourself off but instead you felt a firm hand grab your wrist.
“Wait”. The tone of the voice you heard was soft yet demanding; so you listened. Also the voice was way too fucking familiar, you knew it belonged to a male due to the deep tone of it. With a quick look, it confirmed your suspicions. It was fucking Michael.
You stood there shaking, your chest was on fucking fire - stinging. Tears brimmed your eyes as you tried to get your wrist back but Michael held onto it even tighter.
“Michael! I need to go-“ You quickly pleaded.
“No, you don’t”. Michael snarled. You looked into his eyes you noticed how he had tears in his eyes, too. You stood there for a moment, in pain and being insanely uncomfterable in the hot sun that seemed to amplify the pain of your new burn. It was almost as if he enjoyed your suffering, like some kind of subtle revenge for you leaving him last night.
After getting a couple of weird looks, Michael sheepishly let your wrist go and allowed you to move just enough so you could sit across from him at the table.
You sniffled and brushed the tears off of your cheeks with the back of your hand.
“I told you not to find me, Michael”. You said in a deeper tone than of which you normally spoke in. It was because of how emotional you were starting to become, did he really come back for you?
“(Y/n), what’s gotten into you? Do you think I chose you over the Cooperative or something”? Michael spoke, gently shaking his head as he did so.
You were on the edge of your seat (literally) as you quickly replied, speaking so fast you barely even comprehended or really thought about what you were saying.
“You did Michael! These past couple of weeks I’ve barely been able to see you. You won’t talk to me, we don’t communicate anymore”.
You said, screaming. Any care you had of anyone around you hearing you scream at Michael seemed to become nonexistent. Tears fully streamed down your face now - a mix of anger and sadness. Your fingers gripped the table, turning white. You didn’t even flinch when Michael slammed a peice of paper onto the table.
“Is this what you think of me? Is this how low you think of me now? I’ve been beyond busy making plans not just for me but for us, to wipe out the human race and create a clean slate where we can create any kind of world we wish. But.. Instead.. you think I’m out fucking other girls”? Michael spoke harshly, continuing to stare into your eyes.
You sniffled, and tried to pull yourself together before you spoke again and gave a weak smile. You knew your accusation of him cheating was hollow, there really was no proof of him doing so. It was just a product of you being stressed and paranoid. The smile you gave him wasn’t really whole hearted, admittedly but you were done screaming and fighting.
The most important thing was that you had him back, and that the bombs were still due to go off most likely.
“I’m so sorry I said that Michael. I was just emotional. I didn’t mean that, I promise.. but.. today’s.. the day-“
You spoke slowly, not wanting to admit what today’s big event actually was but Michael cut you off anyway.
“You really think I wouldn’t cancel today’s event, Angel? I managed to postpone it. The cooperative wasn’t happy but I needed to see you. This whole thing isn’t worth it if your not by my side”.
You furrowed your eyebrows together, did Michael not get the point of your letter? You didn’t leave just for him to continue on with his plans. The idea was sweet but you didn’t exactly understand his motive and that made you uncomfterable.
You shifted and opened your mouth to speak when your eardrums nearly shattered with the loud noise that seemed to suddenly fill the air. It was fucking sirens. What the fuck??
You didn’t know what to do. You felt adrenaline start to course through your veins and you could only scream,
“What the fuck Michael”?!
You don’t know what scared you more, the sirens or the look on Michaels face. He looked horrified. He leaped out of the metal chair so swiftly you barely even saw him get up, his mouth was open - like he wanted to say something.
You stood up too, nearly shouting at him so that he could hear you through the sirens.
“Michael? ...
Michael?! ..
MICHAEL”!
Finally he seemed to snap out of it and realize you were still there, in front of him. You could see he was breathing hard, he was starting to panic. He came up to you and quickly embraced you.. it was as if he could almost smell your fear.
“Look, there’s nothing to worry about. It was probably just a miscommunication error, I just need to call-“
Michaels voice stayed smooth and steady as he talked but you knew him. You knew by the look in his eyes, the way he was holding onto you (he rarely EVER got clingy) that he was scared as hell.
You also knew you two didn’t have a lot of time. You knew how the nuclear attack was designed that after the alarms went off there would only be a couple minutes before the actual bombs released. You cut him off and started talking.
“-No, Michael. We don’t have time”. You said, your voice cracking. Another tear slid down your cheek as you kissed Michael with more passion than you probably ever had in your history of dating men.
You felt as if your body was on fire with the knowledge of what your future held, as you heard screams and chaos from every angle around you two.
You couldn’t help but selfishly think that atleast you had Michael and that you wouldn’t be alone now.
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#ask#asks#my works#my fic#I honestly really like how this turned out#its so funny to me how grimes music always inspires me to write haha#michael x reader#michael langdon x reader#ahs#i feel like my first angst request was light and then after that ive made them so heavy and full of death lmao
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The Lover’s Case
summary: a collection of headcanons for an au created including eli clark as a private detective and me as his badass partner, and how we work together and begin to simp for one another.
genre: fluff, light crack?? angst/comfort sprinkled in at the end
warnings: cops, gore(??)/murder scene mentions, violence and nightmares, angst/panicking but it’s fixed with comfort!
a/n: an au idea i suddenly had at like 10 pm and continued to write till 12:44 am, private detective!eli clark x rebel to-be partner!me au owns my heart so i decided to write headcanons for it because i was thinking about him and was in a shitty mood before bed, so... headcanon time!!!
-eli’s a private detective(in his recluse outfit ofc because i am truly a simp for that fit) and works on his own or strictly with other detectives
-(he doesn’t trust the police because where it’s set in this au, they’re known for fucking with evidence when it’s fitting for them, and also fuck cops in general so he’s a mainly lone private detective)
-i’m a well-known rebellious citizen that enjoys snooping around and looking into crime that goes on, even going to the scene of the crime when no one is around to get a closer look and come up with my own theories
-listen i don’t want to go to college and have one job for the rest of my life, that applies in this au too
-even though i could get into trouble for snooping too far in and not being a certified detective, fuck you and fuck off my life my rules
-we are the bad girl x good guy aesthetic, i have a motorcycle and have a lot of grunge outfits and he looks put together and calm
-but don’t be fooled! we are both also badass of course.
-i lowkey and unofficially become his partner in the cases he takes after we bump into each other at one of the crime scenes(a m//rder scene to be exact) he was going to inspect, and he found me examining it
-when he starts to scold me for how much danger i could be getting into(with the police or the culprit) i only argue back with him, and give him my own ideas i have about what could’ve happened because i don’t let bitches scold me
-even though i can be stupid and overthink, a lot, among other things. listen i may be stupid,
-anyways! while some of the ideas i spouted are... definitely outlandish(on purpose because i’m not serious half the time), some of them make a lot of sense and he didn’t even think that they could be connected to the case
-after first he’s hesitant to work with me, but i annoy him into letting me help and he begrudgingly agrees to work with me
-“but only this once. you aren’t even a certified detective...” “HELL YEAH LET’S FUCKING GO!”
-eli talking to his owl after that interaction: “brooke rose have i made a mistake?”
-but after i help him a bit more with the case(and give a lot of my attention to brooke rose as i help him), he’s able to figure out the case and solve it, taking the right steps to have the culprit arrested!
-case complete! but something still feels... missing, at least for eli.
-he realizes the potential i have in solving cases than the whole police force in the town or any other detective he worked with
-after a few days of thinking it over, he decides to make me his partner, and he goes to my house one night and gives me the offer, which goes a little like this:
-he steps up to the door of the apartment that i live in, he was able to sneak in somehow, but that’s not important
-when he knocks on my door, he has brooke rose on his shoulder, knowing that’ll show he’s there in a more casual and calm sense
-when i open the door i’m only in a baggy sweater and shorts, and he’s like 😳 because he’s thinking, ‘oh wait she’s kinda cute..’
-and he’d only seen me in a black leather jacket, a long band t-shirt and skinny jeans, so this is new
-eli unlocked my night fit. i unlocked eli’s attraction to me. ✌️😌
-i lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, looking up at him with a smug grin,
-“aww, hey owl detective! i wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, do you need somethin’?” “you... could say that, how would you feel about being my partner, [insert my last name because fuck you i ain’t risking that]?”
-so after that, he takes me under his wing
-that’s funny haha wing joke because he still has brooke rose his owl hehe
-m’kay shut up katlin you aren’t funny just write the headcanons.
-remember when i said i have a motorcycle in this au? that’s boutta come back up now
-we definitely ride together in my motorcycle, he used to have to walk or run around everywhere, but after meeting me, not anymore!
-having him sit behind me with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist is a must since he doesn’t know how to ride a motorcycle and we don’t want him to fall off, y’know?
-“are you enjoying yourself, eli?!” “HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I AM ALWAYS AFRAID WHENEVER I RIDE WITH YOU!?!” “...i’ll take that as your doing splendid!”
-i don’t even ride that fast, he’s just not used to it since he’s used to traveling around town by foot
-i hold my arm out for eli to grab onto so he doesn’t stumble and fall onto the ground, giggling when he “glares” at me, but we continue on with our business!
-yeah the motorcycle stuff is self-indulgent because i want this to happen
-as time goes on and we become closer by working on more cases together, or hanging out a bit outside of work, we become much closer! with us becoming closer we also begin to harbor
-well, y’know, romantic feelings towards each other
-for how we officially get together, i have it all planned out.
-it’s one night after one we are taking a vacation off of working on the cases, because of one we were working on for awhile was finally solved
-it was a longer, more draining one, with us continuously getting stuck, being stopped and questioned by the police(who repeatedly threatened to arrest us, especially me(and eli too, even though he was literally a private detective)), kept losing the culprit and getting into danger with the culprit sending their henchmen after us, etc. just very draining and stressful for the two of us.
-one night, eli has a nightmare back to one of the nights where we were being followed by the henchmen of the culprit while riding home on the motorcycle
-in real life, we were able to escape from them by going down a deserted road and losing them before heading to eli’s house to hideout at, which was closest at the time
-but in his nightmare, we heard a pop noise and one of the motorcycle’s tires deflating and we’re forced to pull over
-before we can run or hide, we are ambushed are being separated from each other when they grab me and drag me away, i struggle and yell at them and eli is pinned down onto the ground, on of the assailants elbows digging into his back while they held his arms behind him
-eli can only watch hopelessly as i’m dragged off, screaming for me, and at our captors to at least let me go and take him instead
-before more can happen in the nightmare, eli pulls himself out of it in cold sweat, shooting up off his bed and breathing in and out heavily, he sighs and stands up off his bed
-brooke rose can tell he’s uneasy and flies over to comfort him, he starts to pace around his home, fiddling with the things he owns, getting water(even if he wasn’t thirsty), etc. he was nervous, and this wasn’t like him
-then, some scary thoughts start to form in his mind, making his original nervousness increase tenfold and become full on panicking
-was katlin alright? was she sleeping peacefully at her home? what if the culprit’s henchmen were still after us? or after her specifically?
-oh fuck.
-this made him panic and he quickly flew up from whatever he was doing before to go get dressed in his usual attire, putting the bandages around his eyes before running over to my place, brooke rose flying behind him
-as he’s running, he doesn’t even realize that he’s started crying under the bandages, his focus on getting to my place and making sure i’m safe
-when he arrives, he almost runs into the door, but is able to stop in time and starts to knock on it
-the loud, obnoxious knocking wakes me up and i grumble before walking over to the door and opening it while rubbing my eyes
-“it’s four in the fucking morning, who is-“
-as i look up to see eli, and see how his panting and obviously distressed, my irritated and tired mood completely switches to a concerned one
-“wh- eli? are you okay? what’s going on?” “i just- i had- i had to make sure that..”
-he isn’t able to make a coherent response and just let’s a sob fall from his lips, nearly collapsing onto his knees in front of me
-i’m of course freaking out too, the usually calm and collected eli is now a sobbing mess at my door, and i have no clue why, so i begin to panic as well
-i place my hands on each of his shoulders and pull him closer into a firm hug, wrapping my arms around his neck and pull his head into my shoulder
-eli almost immediately accepts it, wrapping both arms around me and clinging onto my baggy pajama sweater, sobbing into my shoulder
-“let’s get you inside, okay? i can make you some hot chocolate or something to eat?”
-he nods and i lead him into my house, sitting him down on the couch before disappearing off to my kitchen only to return minutes later with hot chocolate and some snacks, setting them down onto the table in front of the couch
-“i know you probably expect a meal and stuff, but i live alone and don’t have many guests over, so this is all i really got.” “there’s no need for anything fancy, katlin.. thank you.”
-as he starts to slowly eat and drink, we sit there in awkward silence for awhile, neither of us super tired now
-“so, umm.. what was it that you had to make sure of, eli?”
-he freezes for a moment when he remembers the nightmare he had, he sighs and rests back on the couch fully
-“i... wanted to check on you, to make sure you were okay. i had a nightmare back to the night when we were being followed and had to hide at my house, and... and-“
-his admission makes me flush somewhat and become warm, i turn to him as he attempts to stutter out an answer, taking his hands and squeezing them
-“don’t continue if you don’t feel like you’re able to right now, i’m here and i’m safe.”
-eli turns to me, i smile even though he can’t see it and gently wipe his cheeks that were damp from his tears with my sleeve, he relaxes and scoots closer
-he feels me gently run my hand along his bandages and he tenses up as a frown forms on his features, slowly reaching up to grab my wrists, making me freeze up completely
-“m-may i?” “do it, move my bandages..”
-when i do move the bandages down to rest around his neck, i see his blank, distant, grayish blue eyes, he sighs and takes my hands into his
-“i didn’t know how you would react, but.. now is a better time than ever.” he says with a sigh, as if everything is finally being lifted from his shoulders as he continues, “i... i’m blind. it’s part of the reason why i worked alone for awhile, i didn’t want others to find out and think i’m useless, even though i’m not.”
-i’m taken aback by his confession, at first i’m angry at whoever made him feel this way, but brush it off and focus on him again, now smiling and holding his face with my hands and press my forehead into his
-“i’m glad you can recognize your own strengths, because you are so strong, and brave, eli. you’ve gone through so much bullshit with so many people in this goddamn town, and you continue to prove that you can be trusted, and are capable of doing great things! maybe those bitches will never understand my thinking, but i believe you are just.. so amazing, and inspiring, for everyone around you!”
-eli has to bite back a sob when he hears me pour my heart out to him about how i feel, biting his lip and smiling, he shuts his eyes and starts to tear up and cry again, but now out of happiness as he presses his forehead into mine in return
-“i... i love you, fuck, i love you.” he murmurs as the realization of his feelings hit him like a train, he places both hands on my sides, starting to move closer to me and pull me closer to his form
-i open my eyes wide and look up at him, seeing him crying. my gaze softens on him with love and i smile once more, gently wiping his tears away as some small tears form in my eyes, “i love you too, you have no idea..”
-eli smiles and moves his head back for a moment, he reaches up slowly and feels around my face with his fingers, making me giggle in confusion until his thumb touches my lip, and realization hits me almost immediately.
-“are you gonna..?” “i want to, but only if you’ll let me.”
-when he feels me nod, he leans closer as his eyes close, but he stops when his lips are just grazing mine and he freezes up for a second, but then he leans in further and kisses me gently, holding my chin in between his fingers now
-i close my eyes and place my hands on the back of his neck, melting into the kiss and moving my hands up behind his head to run them through his hair before we pull back after a moment, i smile.
-when i start to yawn, i look up at the clock nearby and am shocked at the fact that an hour and a half has already passed, but am nonetheless happy that i spent that time with eli.
-“it’s already five thirty? christ... eli, do you wanna just wanna stay here with me? it’s almost morning, and it’d be rude of me to kick you out after, well, y’know..” “i would enjoy that greatly.”
-we end up falling asleep in my bed, facing each other with our arms wrapped around one another, my head resting in the crook of his neck, right under his head while he rests his on top of mine
-we both sleep peacefully from then on.
-so... we’re basically detective partners but also in love, i do not do not make the rules
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Puppeteer 2 Reaction!
Let’s just... get directly to it. It’s very long. Adrien and Plagg in the beginning just having fun spending time together. That’s really sweet, we need more of this. Adrien can invite a friend somewhere for once :o So he calls Nino, who’s with Alya, and Alya wouldn’t go without Marinette so she has to come too, but sadly she’s babysitting Manon so 1 becomes 4 guests. But for real, Nino trying to set up Adrien and Marinette. xDDD He reacts the same way as Marinette, it’s so amusing. He, just like her, keeps saying things wrong, oops. Children see things for how they are. It’s amazing that older kids and adults don’t take this seriously. They also don’t know anything about subtlety. Manon’s questions and comments in the car... They’re stuck in a small space and she has nowhere to run. Poor Marinette. But I love how Adrien explains to Manon about why Marinette has so many pictures of him in her room. xD And how she gives him a grateful look. SHHH about the hearts, Manon! The animation in this scene. I really noticed how amazing it was when Marinette covered Manon’s ears and got upset, whispering to Nino and Alya. “Wait, Marinette wants to be alone with me?” *squeals* “Well, Marinette, alone with you? Surely not, you can’t be farther from the truth! That’s even the contrary, I would say.” “Marinette doesn’t want to be alone with me..? *shoots her a really pained look*” Wow what a big, painful fail. “Wait, she hates me?” My heart = shattered
Please Nino, quit talking!
That seed of doubt has been planted in Adrien’s mind. Oh gosh why. WHY?? Seeing Adrien sad over this huuurts. I have to say, rewinding the scene to get both conversations that were going on simultaneously was pretty neat. Especially the different angles of the same scene we got. Okay, I appreciate what Alya and Nino are trying to do for Marinette, but trying to get them alone so she can confess to him is a lot of pressure to be thrown on her last-minute! Nino and Manon are so cute aww. Marinette: *screams through the door* DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM! *turns around to see Adrien is like 3 feet away from her and realizes you don’t want to be alone with him and how it visibly hurt him* Yeah girl, that’s not going to help matters. Like I get your fear, but you can’t say that for him to hear you. “Nino said...” “DON’T BELIEVE ANYTHING NINO SAID, IT’S NONSENSE!” That sigh of relief though oh gosh. Oops Marinette said too much, now she has to make it seem like she likes him, a lot, but not in a romantic way, so she says the wrong thing and now he’s sad again oh shoot. “If I’m not a good buddy, then what am I?” This moment right here was KEY. This right here is when she should’ve just taken a deep breath and be honest with him. Told him how he means a lot to her, even if she left the romantic part of her feelings for him out. Instead, she panicked and ran away, leaving him feeling bad. This shows that she’s not ready at all to be with Adrien, because she can’t even bring herself to tell him how much he means to her. Plagg’s comedic relief today. xD Just the fact that Adrien thinks he’s done something wrong makes me feel bad, and how he wants to make her feel like he’s her friend. That self-doubt of his... my boy DX Tikki’s advice is usually pretty good, but today, it’s just going to completely backfire. Adrien with such a determined look on his face saying Marinette is very important to him and would do anything to make her feel good when he’s around? So between Chat Noir’s declaration in Weredad and this, Adrien honey, why can’t you see that this is not what “just friends” do?? There’s a difference between wanting your friends to be happy and helping them, versus what you’re saying about her. Alright, so what happened was I saw the thumbnail with the kiss prior to watching the episode. I saw one second of another clip that came up where Adrien was standing there with the Clara/Laura statue behind him. I knew coming into this that Adrien was going to pretend to be a statue and she’d kiss him, and was horrified to be right. This entire scene. This whole scene. I couldn’t watch it at all the first time. I had to pause it multiple times the second time, and here we are, the third time around, and I told myself ‘you’re going to watch it without pausing. You’re going to get through it. You can DO IT’ No, I very well cannot do it. As soon as she touched his face I went NOPE and paused the video. I tried thinking of focusing on the animation and how beautiful it is. BUT NO I CAN’T DO IT. I just started screaming “WHY?!” in English, Spanish, French, and Chinese. The only way I can get through it is by pausing every few seconds and screaming in multiple languages. She just... has to say those things....and touch him... and plucked his hair and put it in her bag. WHY MARINETTE, WHY??? You didn’t even know it was Adrien! You know what? Give a round of applause to Adrien for not bursting into laughter, because nobody would keep a straight face and remain still like that through this.
I actually went into a rant with my sister because I just can’t... believe this is real. Both shouldn’t have done either of these things. He shouldn’t have pretended to be a statue, she shouldn’t have ever done something like this in a public place. Adrien apologizing for it and Marinette being upset and lightly pounding on his chest about it not being funny at all. This scene, despite what just happened, is so cute and like something I wouldn’t have expected to see in ML for some reason. xD It’s interesting that he says that after all the time he’s spent with her, he still doesn’t know how to be a good friend to her. He keeps thinking he’s doing things wrong and that’s why she acts the way she does, when in reality it’s the exact opposite. He’s so hard on himself about it because she’s so important to him. After a brief intro to Puppeteer and Alya/Nino being affected by the akuma, we have to go back to serious Adrienette stuff. *deep inhale* Adrien wants to know if everything she said serious. This was the absolute best opportunity to just say “yes” and then she could explain if she wanted. Really the only time Marinette lies to people, other than to get away from a situation to become Ladybug, is when Adrien asks her about her feelings. Having to lie about getting away to become Ladybug is inevitable, but this... this needs to change. Please, if it ever comes up again where Adrien asks her about her feelings, she has to finally admit it. Please. Please please! Every time Adrien and Marinette are in a situation where they’re being attacked, Marinette always just freezes and Adrien swoops in and protects her. Every. Time. This was so Chat Noir though, c’mon Marinette! The animation is just so GOOD I can’t get enough of it! Marinette: Be careful! Adrien: *fending of wax Hawk Moth with an umbrella* Don’t worry about me! Literally 10 seconds later, Ladybug rescues Adrien. Adrien: *runs to hide* Literally 10 seconds later, Chat Noir plops down next to Ladybug. GUYS DO YOU NOT FIND THAT WEIRD AT ALL, CONSIDERING YOU’RE ALONE AND THE AKUMA ISN’T PUBLICLY BEING BROADCAST, THAT YOUR FRIEND RAN OFF AND SECONDS LATER YOUR PARTNER SHOWS UP? Ladybug informing Chat that Puppeteer has returned. But the only way she’d know that is if she put together that it was Manon’s voice that came from the speakers, like Marinette and Adrien did. Seriously, are these coincidences ever going to add up?? Chat almost kissing a statue xD Thank goodness he was still aware enough to smell that it wasn’t Ladybug. But if he knows how she smells, does he not notice Marinette smells the exact same way? And earlier, Marinette noticed how Adrien smells. Does she not notice Chat Noir smells the same way either?? Now we have SMELL becoming a part of this! I also appreciate the advice Chat gave Ladybug when she wondered how he was able to say things expressing how he feels about her so easily. “Only one cat can ask for her hand.” OMG Chat! Okay okay so Marinette and Adrien are apologizing. Marinette said she’s sorry for kissing the statue, if she had known it was him she wouldn’t. But earlier to cover up her feelings, she said she knew it wasn’t him. So um.... Now he explains about why he did it, and she lets him know of course she wasn’t upset with him, he asks if they’re friends then, and she says of course they are! It looks like a cute and happy ending to the episode that’ll put a smile on your face and make everything earlier not seem as bad. And then, because Marinette says they shouldn’t joke anymore when in doubt, he has to add on that the girl he loves says that a lot too. *defeated groan and sigh* THINGS WERE GOING SO WELL. But it’s only fair she knows now. He knows Ladybug loves someone else, now she knows Adrien loves someone else. I think this is what Marinette needed to hear to let go of him quite a bit and just have him as a friend for the time being. But gosh this sucks. He has to know she’s upset now, right? And that she was fine before he blurted that out? Can he piece it together later, please???? She’s so upset she didn’t even say goodbye. She just says “Yeah” and shuts the door. This is angst. This is the start of angst that I didn’t know this show would give us. “I think life can give you a lot of surprises, Marinette!” That’s true. And she would know what those surprises are (: I’m glad she had the same reaction of being positive despite being told your crush likes someone else as Adrien did when he found out. c: Nice parallel. “Maybe... it’s a ridiculous first kiss, anyway.” Girl, you don’t even know. This episode... this episode was so serious. It felt more like I was watching an Asian drama or something as opposed to ML and I honestly really like that? It felt more realistic and not rushed, and it covered issues (but one’s still lingering and I’m sure will be mentioned later) that have been hanging around for awhile. If production order is about chronological order, then it will likely be a long while before we see anything that’s to take place after this. Despite how cringey Marinette’s statue scene was, this really showed that she’s not ready to let him know yet, she has to change something. And that change will be brought on because Adrien loves someone else. She’s going to be made to step back and respect Adrien and who he loves, which will help her get over this obsession she has. She really needs to do this, and as hard as it was, this is what was needed to happen.
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Literal Perfection (p.p)
Words count: 1.6k
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: a/n: this is for @celestialparker and @galaxy-parker’s writing challenge
Prompt: “I wish you hadn’t told me.”
In which -> secrets aren’t the best
You were never a huge fan of secrets. It wasn’t like you had traumatic events associated with them or anything. It was just, in general, the feeling you had when it was revealed to you, or the fact that people were capable of them.
Sure sometimes secrets are for a good reason, such as surprise parties. However, you weren't even a surprise type of person.
But in general, secrets weren’t always good, they usually weren’t.
You decided that the day you found out that all your friends had banded together to exclude you. Usually, you all made plans together at lunch, but recently you had been busy with clubs and getting help from teachers. Because of that, you didn’t question why you didn’t know of plans until you asked about that.
But when you had a break coming up, you had asked about plans in advance. That week you were less busy than usual, so you had sat with them at lunch that entire week.
“Want to do something this break?” you asked your friends as you were crossing the road, going home from school. You were happy to actually be present for once at help make plans. But you weren’t expecting all the girls at your table to glance at each other and share a look.
“Um actually, we already have plans,” one of them said. You looked at her for clarification, and she instantly looked away. You frowned and turned to everyone else, only to be met with silence.
“Anywhere there?” you joked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“I mean… I guess you can come though” someone finally said, “if you want” she added on coldly. You bit your lip hurt, that last part made you feel cautious about going, like you would be a stranger, intruding.
You took a deep breath and continued, “when did you make plans?”
“We discussed it in a group chat,” the same girl said slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully not to hurt your feelings, making her self the representative for the rest of them.
You raised an eyebrow at this, a gut feeling telling you that something worse was about to come “Are we friends?”
“No, we haven’t been for months,” your friend said, “goodbye.” And with that was the last time you saw that group. They left you in shock in the middle of the road.
Your mental health disoriented slightly, and you felt super self-conscious as you replayed past memories in your head. Those memories showed small signs here and there that indicated that they weren’t ever your friends.
You came home to your parents in tears and explained it all to them. You wanted to stay home the entire week, but they convinced you to go out at least once.
It was almost surreal of how quickly your luck switched, as next thing you knew, you met Peter.
Very early in your newfound friendship, you made it very clear how you felt about secrets, and to your surprise, he agreed wholly.
Suddenly life seemed perfect. Peter introduced you to his friends, Ned and MJ, and bit by bit they become your friends also. To add the cherry on the cake, your parents were so happy with your sudden switch in mood that they let you transfer to Midtown High so you could attend with Peter and friends.
It really was perfect. Almost too perfect, and you had a constant sense of deja vu anytime you were with Peter. You pushed it over to the side, however, as you were so desperate to finally be happy. Your connection with Peter was so unique, you two became so close so quickly, it was only natural that you developed a crush on him.
By now, you had decided to live for you, to live to be happy. And in this case, being happy meant confessing your crush to Peter, no matter the outcome, cause no secrets right?
The plan was simple, get ice cream at Peter and your’s favorite place and while walking home, confess.
That day came, and you were so nervous, hoping that everything would go to plan. And for the most part, it did.
You two had just gotten ice cream, and luckily there wasn’t much of line, which was really unusual for that shop.
And there you were all of a sudden, walking right next to Peter. You counted the number of steps until you reached your lucky number, because on that step you were going to confess.
But then the scream happened.
It was this foggy scream that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, the building shook, and people all around you ran.
It hurt your head especially as the scream seemed to be coming from next to your ear, but at the same time from the other side of the city. You both were worried about your safety, and followed suit of everyone else and ran to Peter’s house for shelter.
But at least your life was perfect as you still ended up confessing your crush to Peter when you arrived at your house. You were genuinely nervous and had butterflies in your stomach. Those only intensified in nervousness when he smiled at you.
It was a genuine, happy smile, for it turns out his feelings were mutual, and as he admitted that, you couldn’t help but notice that something was off.
But again, you chose to ignore it, as your best friend was now your boyfriend, life was perfect.
Now a month had gone by, and you had noticed a gradual change in Peter. Sure people change, but a small nagging part inside you couldn’t help but wonder if he was changing like your friends did, if he was changing to betray and hurt you.
You hated that your insecurity got so bad that you had to ask him, but you still did.
“What's up?” you said, waving your hand in front of his face to grab his attention.
“What do you mean?” Peter replied, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
“Peter.”
“Y/N” he teased back.
“Not funny,” you teased, pushing his side playfully before turning serious again, “you’ve been acting weird since we started dating.”
“No, I haven’t!” Peter said, and his whole mannerism seemed to scream SECRET! to you
“You know how I feel about secrets” you whispered, giving him a slight puppy eyes.
At that, Peter put his head down defeated, “I-“ he said, not even having the words.
“You don’t have to tell me if it’s good, just promise me it is” you tried comforting, hoping in your heart the secret was for a good surprise. But all you got was silence in return, confirming your initial thought, “It’s not is it?”
“Y/N im sorr” Peter started, before you cut him off.
“Forget it, just tell me, what is it?”
“You won’t want to hear this” Peter warned, giving up on denying the existence of the secret.
“But I have to hear it” you argued back, you need some resolution, so you could move on with your life and not have any regrets from this moment, from this relationship.
“No, you don’t.”
“YES I DO PETER, I CAN’T HANDLE BEING HURT WITHOUT KNOWING IT” you screamed back at him, unable to hold it in anymore.
Peter sighed, whispering to himself, "but now you are going to be hurt because you know.”
“Peter just tell me” you begged, putting your hand on his knee.
He brushed it off, asking “are you sure?”
“100%.”
Peter looked at you, as if searching your face and savoring the image of it before saying “wake up.”
“What?” you asked, unsure if you heard him.
“This isn’t real,” he said almost robotically, confusing you more.
“I’m sorry?”
“You’ve been dreaming since what happened with your friends, since you met me” Peter tried explaining again.
“How?” you asked, unsure of how this could be a dream, it all seemed so real, so perfect. But then again, dreams are perfect.
“You know the scream a month ago?” Peter reminded as you nodded in confirmation before he continued, “It was someone yelling near you, yelling your name.”
“It was just a vague sound,” you said, unsure how your name could even be heard in what was just a loud screech and rumble of the world.
“But it reminded me that this is just in your head.”
“But how did you know?” you asked, wondering if you were just stupid or oblivious.
“I’m part of you, part of your subconscious” Peter explained. You guess that made sense. After all, if you were in a dream, your subconscious would know, while you, your conscious might not necessarily know.
“Now wake up” Peter ordered. You looked in his face one more time, trying to memorize it so you could bring his face and the memories with you into the real world.
As he and the rest of your perfect life faded to oblivion, you whispered in the void “I wish you hadn’t told me.”
You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were greeted with loud sounds and lights. The sounds and sights of a hospital to be exact. There was a constant beeping of your heart monitor, and at the sight of you waking, the room was filled with nurses and doctors.
The fatigue set in again, and you went back to sleep, a dreamless sleep. As you met with your parents and reunited, you learned the hard truth. When you were with your friends, you were so shocked at finding out their true feelings about you, that you had froze in the middle of the road, hit by a car.
When your parents finally left so you could digest everything, you were left staring out the window, hoping in your heart if Peter could be out there.
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The 4:11 Train pt5
summary:Train Number 9547 boarded at 4:11. A girl got on the train to escape her parents pressure. A boy got on the train to escape his superstar reputation. It was a train ride to remember.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6
word count:1,853
Haverford
“What are you’re biggest dreams Finn?”
“My biggest dreams?” Asked curiously, almost asking if she was serious. She shook her head gently and looked into his eyes.
He thought for a little bit before deciding to speak up.
“I want to become the biggest meme.”
She laughed loudly and for a little while. She couldn’t believe he actually said that to her.
“I can’t believe you! That was so funny! I was trying to have a serious moment.”
“I know, I know I’m sorry. But it would honestly be pretty great to be the best meme.”
“I guess you’re right. But now seriously, what is your dream?”
“I really want to fall in love. I see all of these couples who are so madly in love, and I just wonder what it feels like.”
What he said was one of his biggest dreams, but his biggest dream of all was to be normal. Even for just one day, and so far he was living his dream. He was finally known to someone as just Finn, not THE Finn Wolfhard.
“What about you? What’s your biggest dream?”
“I want to win an Oscar. Cheesy and predictable I know, but I just imagine the feeling of walking across that stage and accepting the small metal trophy and it’s almost euphoric. I don’t know who I’d thank other than my aunt. She’s the only one who believes in my dream.”
“That’s not true, I believe in it now too.”
She smiled at him and for just the briefest second her eyes sparkled. She put her hands together and crinkled her nose out of happiness.
“Thanks Finn, that really means a lot. Now I have my speech, do you want to hear it?”
He looked at her excitedly, telling her he wanted to hear more.
“Hello, wow, I really didn’t expect this. I want to thank all of the cast and crew who worked on this with me,but there’s two people I really want to thank. The only two people who believed in my dream. Thank you to my aunt Renee who took me in at 18 and helped me get where I needed to go. And thank you to the boy who I met on the train. Thank you for listening to me ramble and for listening and accepting my dreams. You have heard this speech before but none the less thank you. Have a great night everybody.”
She finished her speech and laughed. She buried her face in her hands and laughed quietly into them. She couldn’t believe she just said those words to the boy sitting in front of her.
He watched her and smiled at her as she said her speech and his eyes followed her when she became embarrassed. He thought it was adorable, and he was honored that he was going to get mentioned in her Oscar speech. He started laughing and reached over and gently lay a hand on her shoulder.
She looked at him with bright eyes, and even brighter cheeks. His touch made her smile, and her smile made him smile. For that one instant they were very happy, and then they got even happier because she said.
“I want to fall in love too Finn.”
Bryn Mawr
"What are some of your favorite things?"
She looked at the boy carefully examining his features after he asked the question. He was a very attractive guy. Nice, sharp features. His dark curly hair and dark eyes contrasted his pale skin. His teeth were beautifully shrouded by his plump lips. She really liked the way he looked. She was quite zoned out, but was snapped back into reality by remembering his question.
"That's a pretty broad question, I have a lot of favorite things. But I can go through a list in my head."
She smiled while rolling her eyes at the vast question set in front of her.
"To start, my favorite color is black because it goes with everything. My favorite movie is Rain Man, obviously. My favorite book is The Curious Incident of The Dog in the Nighttime. My favorite food is chicken nuggets. My favorite thing I own is my camera. My favorite word is magnificent, I don't know why I just love it. Umm I don't know what else. Oh! My favorite song is City Boy by some band called Calpurnia."
Finn took in a sharp inhale of breath. He started to panic a little, because it turns out she did know him.
"But I can't say they're my favorite band because that's literally the only song I know by them. They seem like they'd have good music though."
"They do, I've heard quite a few of their songs."
Technically he wasn't lying. But he was just thankful that she didn't know anymore about them.
He talked about his favorites and they bonded a lot. They smiled and laughed, and talked very deeply. The people watching around them thought they had been friends for years. They had so much good energy around them and they felt at peace with one another.
She loved to watch him talk. He was a very dynamic talker. He would go from excited to serious to slightly confused in a span of a minute. And she loved that about him.
He loved the way she listened. She was a very active listener. She would change her emotions based off of what he said and she would always respond when necessary. And he loved that about her.
It was the perfect scenario, truly perfect.
Rosemont
The girl looked at the boy with a new sense of companionship. Their similarities came in mass numbers and he understood all of her obscure references.
The boy looked at the girl with a new sense of adoration. He saw this person who was just like him, but also independently their own person.
"Okay, so let me get this straight, you've seen the statistics rap by Timothèe 'Timmy-Tim' Chalamet. I knew fangirls watched it, but teenage boys? This is new to me."
The girl said with a sly smile and light laugh. She thought about the first time she had watched it with her good friend Jaqueline. Jacky made her watch it after they watched 'Call Me By Your Name'. She instantly fell in love with the silly man.
The boy remembered going down a deep hole with his good friend Sadie when she became obsessed with Timothèe. He remembered thinking about how now this guy is a heartthrob. He also thought about how a whole bunch of fangirls out there, thought the same thing about him.
"Funny story, I watched this my friend Jacky after we watched Call Me By Your Name. She joked about he went from rapping about statistics to fucking a peach in the span of like 5 years. It really made me laugh. You kinda look like him, ya know?"
"I do? I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or...?"
The boy brushed his hand over his curls laying his hand in the nape of his neck.
"Take it as a huge compliment, Timothèe is my biggest celebrity crush."
She said it with a small smile, as pink spread across her cheeks. She just told him she was attracted to him. It felt good to her however to say something so confidently.
The boy thought to himself for a few seconds. She's just as attracted to me as I am to her, but he didn't know how to show that he felt the same way.
"Anyway," the girl said abruptly,"Jacky is my best friend. She moved to Chicago for school which makes me pretty sad, I miss her a lot. We talked for hours about our futures. We also could go hours just quoting vines to each other. We have variety I guess."
"Jacky sounds like she'd get along with my friend Josh. He really liked vine. He even made some of his own."
"Any that I might know?"
How could Finn approach this, yeah he made one of the most recited vines of all time and was a huge viner, or he could say,
"No, probably not."
"That's alright."
The girl in that exact moment got a text from her ex, James. She pushed her phone away with a roll of the eyes.
The boy saw her annoyance and let his curiosity take over.
Villanova
"Who's James?"
The girl sighed and began to fiddle with her hands. She tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. Where could she begin about that boy who destroyed her?
"He's the biggest asshole you could ever meet. He ruined my life."
"What did he do?"
The girl took in a deep breath thinking about it all.
"We only dated for a few months. We had been really good friends for a while and one night he got drunk, and decided that it would be fun to make out with me, as his way of telling me he was interested. After that night, we began dating. Things were all good until one night he flipped out at me because I said I wasn't interested in some fling. I wanted it to mean something. He got really angry and broke up with me, which I was sad but I was also kinda okay with it."
The girl noticed tears slowly trickling down her face. She knew she had to tell him the rest but something was stopping her.
"Hey, Y/N. If you don't want to tell me the rest you don't have to. Okay? You can stop if you'd like. I promise to you that whatever he did was absolutely terrible and you didn't deserve it. I've never been in a relationship but I can promise you that not every guy is like him. I'm not like him."
The girl thought about how the next day at school people turned away from her. They all had heard that she told him to kill himself and that he'd never be happy in a relationship. Which wasn't even close to the truth. That's what he said to her. Everyone began to despise her because of it, even though it wasn't true.
She also thought about how caring and gentle Finn had just been with her. She thought about how nice he would be in a relationship. She imagined herself wrapped up in his arms and having their eyes lock right before a kiss. She imagined how he would always ask if she was alright and how he would never show her anything but love.
The boy thought about how nice it would be to be with her. He thought about how it would feel to lay next to her watching a movie. He imagined walking through the streets with their hands interlaced. He imagined what being in love with her would be like. He imagined that he would fulfill his two biggest dreams.
The girl looked at him gently and smiled, telling him a silent thanks.
The boy looked at her adoringly, telling her that he is right here to listen.
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Imagine walking into a Hollywood boardroom in 2018 in hopes of selling a big summer comedy. It’s a classic David versus Goliath story — a crew of nebbish geeks outwits a gang of maniacal, grunting bullies. Your pitch goes well at first until one of the execs wonders what sort of delightful hijinks ensue when the nerds and jocks face off.
You explain how the underdogs secretly film women naked, adding that they eventually sell “pies” (really just whipped cream) hiding an illegally taken photo of one of these women. The room goes silent and you pull another idea from the script.
“Also, one of the nerds has sex with a woman by wearing her boyfriend’s Halloween costume.”
The execs shift awkwardly in their seats.
“But it’s okay,” you assure everyone, “because it turns out the girl likes it.”
Is that sexual assault-filled movie getting made in 2018? I hope to god not. But thirty-five years ago that exact comedy was greenlit. In fact, it did well enough after its July 20, 1984 release to spawn sequels, a TV show, and plenty of revival talk.
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Watch the movie in question — Revenge of the Nerds — today and you’re likely to cringe so hard you miss all the jokes. Having just seen it for this piece, I can say: It feels dated. That’s no surprise, it is dated. It was released the year LeBron James, Prince Harry, and Katy Perry were born. But does that mean you can’t think it’s funny? Should we push aside all the movies, books, and TV that fail to fit with our current societal norms? Do we burn Gone with the Wind and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?
“I don’t necessarily think we need to dump our problematic past,” says Justina Ireland, a New York Times bestselling author who often speaks, writes, and Tweets about matters of race and gender in America. “I think a lot of times when we sanitize the past we overlook the bad parts and it becomes like ‘the good ol’ days’ ideology. But I do think we need to engage with the past in a way that’s realistic.”
For Ireland, that means thinking critically about art and placing it in a historical context. Though she (like many people starting conversations about creative work that fails our current cultural litmus tests) has been treated like some sort of neo-liberal killjoy, her take on what to do about our “problematic faves” is literally just a call for thoughtfulness.
“You can enjoy something and recognize that it has problems,” she explains. “Like I love buffalo chicken wings. They are not good for me. Buffalo wings are not good for anybody. No one should be eating those. But they’re so delicious, and I wanna eat them. And I wanna recognize when I eat them that they’re not good for me.”
Based on this scale, Revenge of the Nerds is a seriously over-sauced pile of wings. Of all the screwball 80s comedies, the problems are too problematic and the comedy not enduring enough for me to get over. Sometimes things fall by the wayside and for me, this movie has. Especially because I don’t remember loving it as a kid. I watched it, but it wasn’t something I quoted.
That’s not to say that I’m ready to ditch every movie with a cringey moment. There are comedies from the same era, some with similar problems, that I do want to continue enjoying ��� keeping in mind, as Ireland says, that “movies, they are so much a function of their day, time, year, etcetera. You can’t separate that from the movie itself.”
I was well into my thirties before I stopped considering verbally abusive men more interesting than the nice ones. I’m a little embarrassed to say that it took even longer for me to fully comprehend the scene late in “Sixteen Candles,” when the dreamboat, Jake, essentially trades his drunk girlfriend, Caroline, to the Geek, to satisfy the latter’s sexual urges, in return for Samantha’s underwear. The Geek takes Polaroids with Caroline to have proof of his conquest; when she wakes up in the morning with someone she doesn’t know, he asks her if she “enjoyed it.” (Neither of them seems to remember much.) Caroline shakes her head in wonderment and says, “You know, I have this weird feeling I did.” She had to have a feeling about it, rather than a thought, because thoughts are things we have when we are conscious, and she wasn’t.
This comes from Molly Ringwald’s recent essay in The New Yorker about the legacy of John Hughes and the filmmaker’s blind spots concerning race, gender, and consent. The piece applies the sort of context that Ireland advocates for to a few of Hughes’s creepy-feeling on-screen decisions — setting them in a certain time in history, focusing on the people they affected, and asking tough questions about how a male director portrayed female agency. The actress never bemoans working with Hughes (who died in 2009). In fact, she clearly carries fond memories of him. But that doesn’t preclude her from seeing his work through a critical lens.
This is an important point when it comes to dealing with outdated art: Are we being intellectually rigorous? Are we thinking critically? Are we examining our own biases and how they were influenced by the societal norms of the time?
“The problem is, is for a long time, the people defining what was canon were a bunch of straight white guys,” Ireland says. “They tended to favor things that privileged their perspective. Because even though Sixteen Candles is about a girl, it’s really not. It’s really about the men around this girl. There’s the nerd, who wants her underpants. There’s the hot boy who’s unachievable. There’s even the racist foreign exchange student. I would love for someone to go through and look at the number of speaking roles and how many times men get to speak as opposed to women in that movie. Because if you look at every other female character besides Molly Ringwald, they’re all a mess.”
The fact that straight white men defined the canon for so long explains why — as our culture wrestles with these issues — it’s straight white men who are in a panic. When you’ve enjoyed unchecked power for centuries, even questioning decades-old art seems to smack of censorship. This is a shame for a zillion reasons, but two of the big ones are the most obvious: 1) New, diverse voices and a deeper thoughtfulness about culture, gender, and sexuality clearly makes for better, more nuanced art and 2) considering that white men controlled the conversation for so long, it would be nice if we were introspective enough to help open it back up.
What’s lost when white men pretend that criticism equals censorship is the chance for genuine artistic growth. How quickly we forget that artists have always been forward thinkers and that the stories the creative community produces would surely become more potent if we allowed them to evolve. That’s what comedian Hari Kondabolu wanted when he made the documentary The Problem with Apu.
“I don’t want The Simpsons to just disappear,” he says. “I think it could be better, but I don’t think that’s a unique thing that Simpsons fans have said. Even predating this documentary, Simpsons fans were like, ‘It’s not as good as it used to be.’ And they’ve said that for years.”
Though The Problem with Apu was treated by people who didn’t see it (and onetime social justice warrior Lisa Simpson) as more fodder for the “the PC culture can’t take jokes”-brigade, it was actually the exact opposite. Kondabolu grew up loving The Simpsons and watching him wrestle with the issues that Apu’s character presents is the same as anyone else trying to put something they love in proper context. The big difference is that with the show in question still on TV, changes could feasibly be made.
“There’s a reason why I did The Simpsons,” Kondabolu explains. “It’s still alive, actively making episodes. So, it’s both a snapshot of 30 years ago and our thinking back then as well as an active participant in culture, right now. But you don’t get rid of it. You hope for something better, and if not, you create things that are more contemporary and relevant. That’s the way it’s always been.”
Here again, we see a creator from a marginalized group handling the matter with a deft touch and a propensity to give dated work the benefit of the doubt. Which makes The Simpson’s creator Matt Groening’s flippant “people love to pretend they’re offended” comments seem all the more wrong-headed, as yet another white male seems to conflate being questioned with suppression.
“As much as I hate the word ‘problematic,'” Kondabolu says, “if we were to read into it — it’s saying something has a problem. It doesn’t mean it’s awful, it doesn’t mean that it’s irrelevant, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t still good; it just means there’s a problem.”
In my experience, the boilerplate response from white men when concerns about outdated pieces of pop culture surface is an eye roll paired with some riff on the classic line: “I guess people can’t take a joke anymore.” It’s that dismissal that I can’t abide. My white/male/straightness has bestowed me with a certain degree of privilege and part of the responsibility of that privilege is a willingness to wade into tricky conversations. Besides, it’s fun to think about this stuff. Are you telling me that it’s cool to argue for hours about who Azor Ahai is, but a ten-minute discussion of race, gender, and shifting sensibilities before rewatching an 80s classic is somehow wasted time? Get out of here.
So that’s what I’ll be doing the next time my own “problematic fave” — The Goonies — comes on screen. Discussing it, fitting the piece into its historical moment in time, wondering what the hell One-Eyed Willy’s master plan was, and asking questions about the movie’s continued relevance in my life. If my final answer is, “Yes, I love this and feel like their treatment of Data — though clearly based in stereotypes — is affectionate enough for me to still have fun watching” then I’ll watch. It’s not exactly rocket science.
“Nothing is pure,” Ireland concludes. “It’s also really indicative of what we considered acceptable in the early 80s compared to what we consider acceptable now. I don’t think it’s fair to judge something from a hundred years ago by a modern standard, because you have to understand the place in which the art was created to understand the art.”
When I bring up my enduring love for The Goonies, Kondabolu echoes Ireland’s sentiment. “Just because something has an issue doesn’t mean it’s ruined. Data is a loved character. But there’s still an element that you have to acknowledge. This isn’t shocking for those of us who aren’t white.”
And it shouldn’t be shocking for those of us who are white, either. Because at some point, if you’re railing against even the littlest bit of critique over a movie, book, or show you love, the person it ultimately says the most about is you.
by STEVE BRAMUCCI
@nerdsagainstfandomracism @oldfilmsflicker @profeminist
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(((Prompt!: Spider-Man finally revealing his identity and love to Deadpool.)))
~*~
It was an early evening in November, the night was dark and chilly, and it tended to be even chiller up perched on the roof of a high-rise building. That's where Peter was, but the cold didn't bother him thanks to his thermal Spidey suit. He was sitting on the roof edge of Parker Industries, one of the city's finest street vending hotdogs in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other. Along with him sitting there, legs dangling off the edge and masks pulled up to their noses, was Deadpool of course. Bad guy takedown team ups along with platonic rooftop dates had increased over the past few months with the merc, and Peter had found himself increasingly looking forward to Wade's company on both accounts.
Peter couldn't remember, couldn't pinpoint that exact moment he finally starting believing that Deadpool had really changed from being a murderous gun-for-hire with seemingly a black hole where the man's morals should be to someone who truly stood for good —even if it was his own brand of a very "coloring outside the lines" kind of good. Wade was still a loose cannon, definitely; but more importantly, he had become a hero. He had become trustworthy.
Yeah, Peter couldn't recall when he first starting trusting Deadpool, but he could remember the first time the man made him feel butterflies. It was stupid really. They had been fighting this whack-a-do in a lion getup calling himself "Roar". The guy was attempting to blow a hole in the Lincoln Tunnel, and despite how ridiculous the large man looked with the mane and everything, he proved to be quite the handful for Spidey and Deadpool both. At some point during the chaos in the tunnel Peter managed to get caught off guard by a two-door car hurled at him by the crazy lion-man. It crashed into Peter's body hard, and the next thing he knew he was waking up laid out on the tunnel road. Deadpool was crouched down beside him and Peter had let out a little croak of pain. There had been some colorful exclamations of relieved joy pouring out of Deadpool's mouth at first, but then he got serious.
"That was my fault, baby doll." Wade had said. "I missed slicing that punks arm off. Are you okay?" Deadpool had asked with genuine care, placing his hand gently on Spidey's shoulder. That touch. That stupid simple innocent touch on the shoulder, and Peter felt it. The flutter in his gut.
Peter had ignored it straightaway. Pushed that feeling into the deepest depths of his mind possible, but those feelings just kept coming. More fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Smiles springing to his face at just the sound of Wade's voice when they hadn't seen each other in a while. The ache in his chest when it was quiet and they were close. And that other ache a little further down south. It took a while for Peter to accept it —four months, two weeks, and five days to be precise— but Spider-Man had fallen for Deadpool.
Peter played it cool with Wade though; acted the same and didn't let on. The hero was admittedly nervous. Sure Wade was a walking-talking inappropriate flirt canon with him, but Wade was like that with almost everyone. Even if the merc still tended to be more obscene with Spidey. The big brave Spider-Man was afraid to put his feelings out there, too worried all of Wade's insane advances were all just a silly game. And then there was Peter's other stalling excuse, it wasn't just Spider-Man that fell for Deadpool; it was Peter Parker that fell for Deadpool. And that was kind of a problem, because Deadpool didn't know who Peter Parker was. Well, actually, Deadpool knew the lie of who Peter Parker was. Parker was Spider-Man's boss. Parker was a nerdy little CEO and "total tool" according to Wade. If only Deadpool knew the truth.
If only.
Peter had finished his hotdog and sipped from his cocoa, cradling the warm cup with both hands. Deadpool was prattling on about his last mission with the Unity Squad, and normally Peter would be all ears, though making sure he didn't appear too interested or too amused, fearing that would give away how enamored he was. Now though, Peter was stuck in one of his mental crisis modes: trying to convince himself to both tell Deadpool how he felt and also to never do it because it would only turn out to be a horrible mistake.
"...so that matchstick punk had the nerve to get all butt hurt at me for flinging us both into the lake, when he was the one that set me on fire. Accident, my fine Canadian bacon ass. I really should look into some fireproof coating. Say," Deadpool shoved the last of his second hotdog in his mouth and proceeded to simultaneously talk and chew, "does that Parker punk of yours have anything he can hook me up with?"
Hearing his last name used, Peter snapped out of his mental battle. "Huh?"
"Parker," Deadpool said the name again after he swallowed down his mouthful of food. "Does he have any fireproofing doohickeys that'll, you know, fire proof my suits?"
"Um, yeah he does actually." Peter answered. It was still always weird to talk about himself as another person. "He developed a liquid compound that can basically give any fabric it's applied to an even better thermal resistance than polybenzimida-"
"You had me 'um'," Deadpool interrupted with a grinned. "So you think the loser will cough it up for me, or are you willing to assist in a good ol' fashioned snatch 'n' grab."
Peter sighed. "You don't have to steal. And he's not a loser," Peter couldn't help but add. "Why is it that anytime Peter Parker is mentioned you have to insult him somehow."
"Now don't get me wrong, he's cute and all, but it's just the whole 'hopeless nerd trying to be Tony Stark' vibe with a whole lot less style."
Peter glared through the eyes of his mask. "He's not trying to be Tony Stark. He's trying to help people. He is helping people. Do you even know how many people he's aided with his tech advancements and donations and his own charity?"
"Ugh," Deadpool groaned. "See? This is what I don't like. You used to be an Avenger! And now this babyface corporate tool has you under his thumb, kissing his fine ass, and worshiping the ground he walks on just because he what? He like helps rebuild disaster zones, improves the quality of life for poor folks, and probably adopts every little stray kitten he comes across? Big deal. You shouldn't be working for that 'belongs-in-a-boy-band Poindexter Mother Teresa'; you should be working with me." Deadpool ended his little rant, crossing his arms up high over his chest like a grumpy little child.
"Wait," Peter cocked his head to the side in thought. "You're jealous." Peter let himself laugh. "All this time you've just been jealous of the guy."
"Hold it right there, Spidey-Buns. Me? Jealous? Never."
"Alright, I have no idea where you just pulled it out from but you are literally stabbing a knitting needle into a doll that looks suspiciously Parker-esque.
Deadpool tossed the definitely-not-a-Peter-Parker-voodoo-doll over his shoulder and grinned guiltily. "Okay, maybe I harbor just a slight teeny weeny smidgen of jealously. But come on, I'm allowed. He totally cuts in on my Webs time, and this obvious crushing on him you do, should be crushing that's on me."
Peter smiled. He felt a weight off his chest. Wade was jealous, and that there was the best indicator that Deadpool liked him, truly liked him. Peter reasoned with himself that he didn't have any reason to hide anymore; he was basically in love with Wade and the merc had his full trust.
"There's nothing for you to be jealous about. I'm not sure if I should say this, but I know for a fact that Parker has the hots for you." Peter said in a serious tone. He was about to reveal himself and that was a big deal, but that didn't mean he couldn't make it fun at Deadpool's expense.
"Hubbawha?" Deadpool mimed cleaning out his ears.
"I'm serious. He's been too nervous to meet you, but he's heard your stories and he thinks you're really funny, and he's all about that physique of yours."
"Oookaaay, even if I were to believe you that Parker digs the D, I... You know what? No. I don't believe you for a second. There is no way Boy Scout McNerdyHotPants even remotely..."
Peter slammed back the rest of his hot chocolate like it was a stiff drink of courage, and then abruptly pulled his mask off. He started to speak in Deadpool's sudden wide-eyed silence. "I also know for a fact that he's really proud of you for turning your life around, and would trust you with his life." Peter showed the merc a small smile.
"You... I... He...... You... YOU!" Deadpool slapped the sides of his face with his hands as his shock of reality finally sunk in.
"Yeah, me," Peter let out one soft chuckle. His heart was racing despite looking awkwardly calm. Even though he felt sure this was going to end okay, Peter couldn't help but still feel nervous now that his mask was off.
"Okay so, I'm just gonna make sure I got this all straight," Deadpool took a deep breath. "You, Spider-Man, my most vivacious of bros, are in fact and always have been Parker, Peter Parker. Your boss but yourself Peter Parker. Kmart Stark Peter Parker. Hotty bleeding heart Peter Parker. Bumbling egghead Peter Parker. Adorkable Peter Parker. Gracious goon-"
"Just shut up, Wade, it's me. I think you calling me just 'Peter' would work out a lot better."
"Oh. Em. Gee. This is...wow," Deadpool scooted closer to Peter and cautiously let a gloved hand trail down the young man's cheek like Wade was checking if he was real. "You really do trust me."
"Yes, of course."
"And that part about having the hots for me? That some kind of joke or-"
Peter grabbed a hold at either side of Deadpool's face and drew them close together, close enough for Peter to bring their lips together. Peter's heart was racing faster now for a different reason: a fantasy of his was now finally playing out. He finally got to know the feel of Wade's lips against his, textured and rough and overwhelmingly intoxicating with how they moved along with his tongue. It was a few seconds that passed, maybe minutes —hell, it could have been hours for all Peter knew with how he was all wrapped up in the taste and how his body had thrummed to life— when Wade pulled away.
"Well, shit." The merc said breathily. "Not a joke then." Wade turned a little sombre then, slowly peeling his mask the rest of the way off. "Even though you know I look like this?"
Peter looked Wade over with sad eyes, but a small warm smile. 'Imperfect' skin and all, Peter was undeniably attracted to the merc. The underlining features of Wade's face were enticing, the curve of his jaw, the angle of his cheekbones, the shape of his lips, his body's physique. The scars on top didn't matter. To Peter, Wade looked rugged and strong.
"I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't like you." Peter spoke softly. "All of you."
The side of Wade's mouth curled into a smile. "So Webs...er Peter, where does this put us at?"
"Together I hope." Peter answered simply.
Wade showed a bigger smile. A bright happy one, and Peter couldn't help but mirror it. "Shit Petey-pie, you have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this happening. In fact, you should probably kiss me again so I can feel that it's real." Wade wiggled his nonexistent eyebrows, and it made Peter chuckle.
"You're so weird." Peter said in a loving tone and once again brought their lips together.
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My Top 20 Albums of 2017 Part 2: 10 - 1
10. Alvvays - Antisocialites: What a delightful album. Like, I should just leave it at that, because I’m not sure what else I want to say about it. This is just the kind of indie pop-rock album that felt plentiful and unavoidable 10 years ago, but doesn’t show up as much anymore. But I don’t think its noteworthy just because it’s filling a niche. It’s just an effortlessly tight album. It sounds good, the vocals are great, the songs are amazing. There’s hints of some interesting inspirations sprinkled throughout (someone was listening to Stereolab…), and I just can’t get enough of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if, in the longrun, this album has some more longevity than most of the other albums on this list.
9. Thundercat - Drunk: Let me start here: I picked up this album on vinyl this year, and it’s one of the coolest looking packages to come out this year; great cover art, lots of art inside, and...the album spread across three 10” discs. To get through the album on vinyl you need the steadfastness to flip three different discs after each side, and to put away each disc and replace it with the next at least twice. That’s a lot of commitment for any album, and the very thought of listening to this album on vinyl exhausts me (considering that my turntable is located on the opposite side of the room from my couch). With that said, I’m pleased to announce that I love this album, despite its presentation. I feel like this is the third year in a row that Thundercat has felt like an important part of important music (see also: To Pimp a Butterfly, You’re Dead! and The Epic), and its good to see that its own name on the cover of his work this year. This is an album that feels uniquely his, and somehow makes a song about watching anime in Japan seem as much of an artistic accomplishment as making the best yacht rock song in 30 years with the help of Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggins. The entire album is an equal parts quirky and soulful trip and hints that future albums could be even quirkier and more soulful. Just, like, listen to it digitally.
8. Rolling Blackout Coastal Fever - French Press EP: So what does this say: For a 6-song EP, these songs must be exceptional if it was better than all those other albums? Or that, as an EP, there’s less of a chance to be bored with it by the end? Well, for what it's worth, this is the only EP on the list, so it clearly did something right. Honestly, if this was at LP length and was 10 songs at the same quality as the 6 presented here, this would probably rank even higher. As is, this is just a breezy and effortless set of indie rock songs from a new band that sounds like they’ve been around 10 years longer than they really have. There isn’t a moment that goes to waste, and I’m always left wanting more at the end - a quality that even some of my favorite albums this year didn’t have. I sincerely hope there’s a full length on the horizon, and that it makes good on the promises hinted at here.
7. Oh Sees - Orc: Sometimes there’s just the perfect album at the perfect time. Maybe its a band that you’re finally getting into as they put out a new album, or maybe it's an album that just seems to mesh with the kind of music you’ve been into lately. Maybe it's an album that just resonates with how you’re feeling in that moment. Sometimes it's all of the above, as was the case here. I finally got into Thee Oh Sees last year, absorbing their two albums in my quest for more music that was in the same vein as Ty Segall’s Emotional Mugger. Between these albums, and King Gizzard’s 2017 output (we’ll come back to that), I was 100% on board the fuzzed out psych-garage-punk bandwagon, and that's when this album fell into my lap. I just love everything about this album. It’s raw, it’s weird, it’s loud, it has the most epic drum solo I’ve heard all year on it. My garage-rock sensibilities were spoiled silly this year, and this album played a huge part in that.
6. Japandroids - Near to the Wild Heart of Life: I read a review earlier this year for this album, and I’m kind of paraphrasing from memory, but it essentially said: “In a trying year like 2017, you’d think a band like Japandroids would have more to say on that, rather than making more fun punk music.” And that literally made me love the album even more. The best response to the darkness of our world, as it turns out, was to remind you of what it looks when you make it to the light at the end of the tunnel. The band doesn’t necessarily do anything they haven’t done before - there are few risks or moments that would sound completely out of place on an earlier album. But they really are great fucking songs. The title track is, hands down, the best song that was released this year. Yeah, maybe this didn’t call our orange meat puppet a buffoon or anything, but it sure as hell will be playing on my headphones on the day that we wave goodbye.
5. Washed Out - Mister Mellow: As we approached the end of 2016 and with the mostly unknown, but likely dark, void of 2017 looming ahead, I vowed to make art more important in my life. It needed to be an escape just as much as a response. And when I felt overwhelmed by the news cycle, or when the inspiration I needed just wasn’t there, Mister Mellow was. Between the “visual album” aspect of this project (that I strongly urge you to check out) and the music itself, it completely fit in with my aesthetic as artist and never failed in giving me a little pep talk. It's not a long album, nor is it an especially deep one. But in terms of style and just being a pool of strangeness to get lost in, this album never let me down. It might not be an explicit reaction to 2017 in itself, but it definitely aided me in creating my own.
4.Tyler the Creator - Flower Boy (or probably, Scum Fuck Flower Boy): The genesis of Odd Future was a weird time for me as an aging fan of music. On one hand, here was this collective of talented young rappers churning out a near-constant stream of albums for free - a concept that was novel and exciting to follow. On the other, between fast-paced Twitter stream-of-thought and community in-jokes, Odd Future definitely felt like the exact moment that I felt like I was an old man who didn’t get what the kids were listening to. And through that, I followed Tyler from afar. He’s a funny guy who you’ve been able to watch mature, year by year, to someone who feels very much like a spokesperson for a generation (am I crazy for thinking this??). This album feels like his most personal, self-aware, and world-aware album in his career, and there’s a quality in the production and the songs worthy of that awareness. I recognize the lack of hip hop music in my list this year, and that’s a very fair observation. My only excuse (and it is just an excuse) is that Flower Boy was just that hard to beat, for me. I listened to this album a lot this year, and I found myself relating to some of Tyler’s own personal revelations.
3. Father John Misty - Pure Comedy: Earlier this year, speaking to a friend of mine about this album, I was voicing my displeasure: “The album is just far too long and says far too much. I just feel like I’ll never have the energy to slog through the whole damn thing.” But, again, 2017. The world needed protest music, or at the very least, music that seemed to understand the world we now lived in. So I slogged through Pure Comedy and...it wasn’t a slog at all. Okay, sure. It’s long. It takes its time. But Josh Tillman GETS it. Its a bad, and darkly amusing, world out there, and he’s here to let loose about it. The album only got better through the year, with every single listen. Even the 13 minute “Leaving LA” centerpiece feels wholey essential, acting as almost an origin story for FJM as much as it's a state-of-the-union on Josh’s personal life. This album didn’t just grow on me this year, it came to feel absolutely essential.
2. King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Flying Microtonal Banana, Murder of the Universe, Sketches of Brunswick East, Polygondwanaland: Not only did it not seem right to pick just one album of the 4 (at the time of my writing this) albums released by KG&TLW this year, but it felt like there was a larger picture here that needed to be recognized. King Gizzard promised 5 albums this year, and of the 4 we got, not a single one disappointed. Not a single one felt like a weak link to me. Not a single one felt like a misstep or seemed inessential. In a year where albums from some of my favorite bands bounced off of me after a listen or two (sorry, Grizzly Bear), this one band somehow made 4 albums that I cared about and kept coming back to. Flying Microtonal Banana and Murder of the Universe were both instantly loveable. They feel right into the same psych-rock wormhole that Oh Sees had me traveling through - especially the latter, with its story-driven sections and spoken words just hit the spot in every way possible. Sketches didn’t resonate with me at first, admittedly, perhaps because of its vast difference in sound from Murder - but I came around on it quickly, and its jazz-leaning pop would actually become the second most listened to of the 4 albums (with Murder being 1st). Polygondwanaland, finally, felt like a singles compilation - a complete set of tracks that, while feeling a little disconnected from each other thematically, shows off everything the band is capable of as well as hinting at what could be on the horizon. I honestly can’t say enough good things about this band, nor can I recall the last time that a band’s entire aesthetic just resonated with me so much. And to bring such a great quantity of music (with equal amount quality) to the table was just...perfect. Or, y’know, close to perfect. Because these albums are only #2 on the list.
1.�� Priests - Nothing Feels Natural: Nothing Feels Natural was one of the first (if not the actual first) albums I fell in love with in 2017, and it felt like the album that all others would be measured against. And, for the most part, this album always felt like the best. There were times when other albums felt more important in a moment (Murder of the Universe and Flower Boy both immediately come to mind), but when the buzz wore off a little, I was always happy to come back to Nothing Feels Natural. Here, Priests nail both a cohesive sound, yet its done through an assortment of genres. The surf-rock of “JJ” (another contender for year’s best song), the spoken word punk of “No Big Bang” and the new wave of “Suck” all seem to be at contrast with each other on paper, but the entire album flows together effortlessly. The band is tight as hell, and for as much as I want to call them “punk” there just isn’t a lot of the discordant noise I’d associate with that label on this album. There’s a Spoon-esque attention to production on this album - everything feels planned and well thought-out and there’s barely any wasted moments. Musically, I think the album holds its own against almost any other that I’ve listened to this year. Yet, I don’t even think its the music that even puts it here in the top spot - that’d be the lyrics. You’re probably as sick of hearing about the influence 2017’s politics had on music as I am sick of writing about it, so I’ll try and condense it a little...but you get the idea. For songs written prior to the year, they certainly hit all the right spots for the issues that mattered in 2017: Identity. Feminism. Consumerism. Culture. Even if it would’ve been the right album at any time, it still felt especially poignant this year, and the fact that it sounds so great only propelled it the very top.
And that’s it. That was my favorite music of this year. All done. The end. Onwards to whatever black hole of despair 2018 will be.
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@amerraka replied to your post: I hate watching Supergirl. But I am in love with...
Why do you hate it?
Whoo-boy, where to start.
Okay, so if you are reading this as a fan of the show, don’t hate me. I don’t hate you. I don’t judge you for liking Supergirl. The show has its merits. But as a fan of Film in general, and as a writer, I have....a lot of problems with this show.
So, in no particular order:
Melodrama: It has a lot of it. Not nearly half as much as its older brother Arrow, or even the awkward-but-beloved middle-child of The Flash. But Supergirl is not without its angst, emotional roller-coasters that are terrible plot devices, and people just going off to do their own things because “This Is What I Have To Do.” There are sooooooooo many examples, but let’s go with the one that is freshest in mind. To be fair, I just watched the last aired episode, so obviously I don’t hate it that much, but if you haven’t seen the episode The Martian Chronicles, don’t read the rest of this bullet, because spoilers: Near the end, as the nuclear reactor is going berserk and they’ve just discovered the White Martian has disguised itself as Winn (my poor child), both Kara with who we believe at the time to be Alex, and J’onn (my beloved Space Dad) with M’gann take a moment - or five - to have a Deep Heartfelt Conversation. In...in the middle of a freakin’ attack. Just...guys...you can do this later. And, as much as I adore Space Dad, the Martian Manhunter is among the drama queens of this serial. Often the guy who gets stuck in the middle of a tense and fast-paced situation because of emotional issues. He has plenty of reason for these, but he is the Martian Manhunter, not to mention the leader of the DEO. As a functioning agent and a functioning character, he needs to be able to set things aside and accomplish the mission. I’m sorry, but you cannot have characters have extremely long and drawn out, emotional dialogues when the world is suddenly going to pot. Again, this is only one example. I could find more, but it’s a good one, so I’ll leave this there.
Quickchanges. Supergirl morphs into her supersuit without any conceivable ability to do so. Someone is falling down an elevator? Go after her, Kara, but for heaven’s sake, make sure you change, mid-flight on the way down. And, I mean, how does her cape and boots and skirt fit underneath her regular outfit anyway? I understand this is a comic book story, and if it wasn’t so blatant, I might let this slide on that merit alone. But, good grief, at least DC usually gave Clark a telephone booth.
Personal note: No one takes care of Winn. LOL this doesn’t really count as a point, but you asked why I hate the show, and this is a reason. Winn, your normal average nerdy guy, goes through so much crap in this show and barely gets the occasional “are you ok” from his compatriots. Kara has utterly ceased showing concern for him since S1 - except when she’s generally unhappy about his team-up with Guardian. And his relationship with James is pretty much one of clinical manipulation, with James only coming to Winn in friendship when Winn has something to offer him. (Don’t get me wrong, I like James, I just need him to stop being such a jerk?) Also, although not every time, Winn remains one of the few voices of reason on this show: He tells James not to be Guardian for a long time before agreeing to help (and even then, only under the outspoken mentality of “I’m doing this because if you do it alone you have an even higher chance of getting hurt”). He does an admirable job of trying to teach/maintain Mon-el at the beginning. He is constantly trying to tell Kara not to go off and do stupid risky things. But does anyone listen? Nope, and it does usually backfire on them. But that is totally just because I’m in love with that particular character, I don’t care if anyone else feels the same way as I do on that one. ;) Winn needs friends who will listen to him, take care of him, and maybe occasionally give him a hug or a break. That’s all.
Relationship Status: super or unsuper or just unsurprising. Kara’s little flirts an flames have been near the forefront of the show since its beginning, and in the early days they were marginally decent at keeping those in check. But as the show progresses, it becomes more and more obvious that her dating dramas are the driving plot points of the whole thing. From James to Mon-El to the little off-shoots in-between, Kara Danvers really needs a solid boyfriend and fewer hormonal issues that take away from her character by instead portraying her as a hopeless romantic who is more concerned with who will take her to prom than who is trying to nuke the universe. I get that part of the show is about her trying to balance Kara Danvers with Supergirl. I applaud that. But guess what, tv execs and writers? There is more to what drives an individual on a daily basis than who they want to sleep with, and to be frank, that stuff is boring anyhow. Kara’s breakup with James? Didn’t shock me, and therefore didn’t impact me as a viewer. I just shook my head and fast-forwarded. What I would like to see out of this show is Kara balancing a healthy, long-lasting relationship with her super-self, or else not being all that concerned about it at all. I’m so tired of cheap romances on television, and Supergirl, for all of its feminist leanings, is no different.
They took out Cat. Cat was one of the best, most well-functioning and well-developed characters on the show, played by arguably one of the best actors in the entire cast. Idk if this was an issue of contract conflict or Harrison Ford’s wife just didn’t want to be on the show anymore, or if writing her off was some executive decision in order to make Kara’s character grow. While I definitely accept that the latter happened, I’m still unhappy about it.
Oh, and the cool map-orb thing on Kyrpton was a complete rip-off from my favorite Disney movie Treasure Planet. I’m not forgiving that cheap shot easily.
The actual film-making/writing of the show itself. This is actually the biggest one. I could devote an entire post to this point. It is so lazy and inconsistent, it’s painful. I’m just gonna give a few examples on this, because if I allow myself to, as a student of film, I will never stop.
1. It is always snowing inside the Fortress of Solitude - idk, maybe this is in the comics? But there is enough snow inside Superman’s top secret sanctuary that Kara sees footprints in it, and there are always flurries dancing about there too. Like. Why. How? I mean, I know Clark is the kind of guy to just leave his front door key out in the open, but how secure is a sanctum where it is apparently completely exposed to the weather?
2. Switching tracts, you know how when the episodes go to the DEO, they often show the outside of the base, with like some tanks busing in and stuff? Look more closely next time, that’s the same footage, just edited slightly to reflect night or day. It is always the same tanks rolling up from the exact same angle. Every time. I’m sorry, that’s just lazy film work right there. You could have shot that scene just two more times and added those to the repertoire and it would have still been Bad, but at least it might have been a little less Noticeable.
3. Characters not reacting physically how they should. James gets electrocuted? Walks it off looking mildly indignant. Winn is almost choked to death? Jumps up and make a funny quip. Supergirl can take down literally anyone but somehow still gets punched across the room on multiple occasions?
4. Oh, yeah, did I mention: Characters Having Dramatic Conversations Mid-Battle? This is a pet peeve of mine anyway, but holy cow, does Supergirl know how to use that trope to its most frustrating potential. No. One. Does. That. Deal with the situation. Then have the characters talk about what they need to talk about. Or, better yet, have your characters be people who actually talk to one another, and have the issues dealt with beforehand. This is yet another example of lazy writing and an unmasked attempt to achieve two things: establish emotional conflict with the characters, often in the form of anger or general angst, and/or make sure the dialogue you want to deliver doesn’t fall flat or boring. If you can’t find a way for your characters to discuss important, emotional things without making them take a pause in a life-or-death situation to do so, then you really need to work on your craft, folks.
I could go on. There is a lot about the show I’m personally unhappy with as far as quality writing, style, character development, themes, and etc; but I think that is more than enough to complain about for now. I don’t like to complain. But the errors, inconsistencies, and general laziness of the show do irk me. And, well, you did ask. So there it is.
Now, on a happier note: Some things I like/appreciate about the show:
Winn Schott, Actual Ray of Sunshine. I know, I know, moving right along...
The cinematography, as a general rule, isn’t awful. There have actually been some really solid, and occasionally unique choices as far as camera placement, movement, and visual editing are concerned. From a visual standpoint, the show is quite pretty and has a really good, vibrant color palette. In that regard, it is a pleasure to watch.
J’onn is Space Dad and I will always love him.
Kara is a beautiful, chipper, quality gal and brings such light and life to the story. I may complain about her, but she’s actually not a bad lead. And that is saying something coming from someone who really never likes main characters and completely goes for the sidekicks anyhow.
It is, as I said, a crap-ton happier than Arrow or even The Flash. Like. People smile and joke and laugh in this show. ??? I didn’t know that was possible. And, despite their drama and issues, not everyone is a back-stabbing, secretive, lying, manipulative, egotistical, brood-in-the-literal-corner-when-I-don’t-get-my-way moron. At least not all the time. I can actually smile watching this show.
I done now.
#amerraka#supergirl#okay rant over#ragamusings#replies#long post#supergirl spoilers#please oh please let this post i am not rewriting it
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