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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 7 months

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I was re reading your pool fic bc it’s one of my favourite and I wanted to ask ab how Vil would go over giving you a make over when he finds out you’re a girl or how Vil, Rook and Epel would be involved?

Would Epel finally be happy to not be the only one being tortured by Vil with his 20084 step skin care routine?

Would Vil take you shopping and go full MUA?

Would Rook stalk you so Vil can find our about your current beauty regimen?

Also I love your writing so much

Aforementioned Makeover | Yandere Pomefiore

The thing about the pool party is that everyone knew you were a girl

You had told them straight up

But they either written it off or the time you casually mentioned it or it just wasn’t a priority

Rook most definitely already knew

More than willing to share one of his extensive photo albums on you when Vil finally decides you are indeed in need of a makeover

Whether it’s through Rook or forcefully making Epel ask or just interrogating you himself

He’ll go full steam ahead once he has an idea on your situation

But it gets tricky when he realizes Rook’s has a loooonggg list of things he notices and actively updates about your health and routine

It kind of makes him jealous

So he steps up his game a little and demands your presence in Pomefiore immediately

He might wait for exam season where everyone’s on edge

And far too anxious to debate whatever craziness he’s imposing on the Ramshackle Prefect

“This is just for the time being, no need to lose your head. Focus on your exams and I’ll focus on you. Got that?”

He’s reworking your entire life routine to fit around and with him in the center

Because Rook get’s to openly patrol and monitor you he’s not upset

He also expected it’d turn out this way but that’s a discussion for another time+

Epel though is at first willing to excuse himself

Leaving you to the proverbial wolves until he realizes what this means

“After the fitting, we’ll polish their elegance training, and then after that we’ll have to do a hearty meal otherwise they’d whine all day–” “I agree!”

“But they told me that tomorrow we’d go to the racing derby together…”

“Hm, well we’ll have to cancel that then. (Y/n)’s incredibly short energy and requirements for tomorrow can’t have them waking up too early to go to that. We only have time for what we’ve planned.”

“Yup sorry, monsieur crab-apple! Now please continue Roi du Poison!”

“...”

If he doesn’t actively include himself or remind Vil of his obsession with training him

He’s going to be left out

Lose more time to get close to you

Less chances for him to win you over

Not to mention the bonding and learning he gets from just aiding his upperclassmen in their endeavors

“Now this Epel is the perfect time to ask questions. In this condition their mental state is still intact, so any questions you ask isn’t immediately going to be met with mindless and incoherent blubbering.”

“But why would I want to ask questions? What good is talking to this piece’a crap gonna do?”

“Tsk Tsk pauvre malheureux you have so much to learn! Consider this prey the beginning of a larger scheme…a member of a conspiracy against notre chéri!”

“I see…”

Unbeknownst to him he’s prepared to use it all against them when the perfect time strikes

But it’s not wise to underestimate your teachers

Where do you think that urge came from?

“We at Pomefiore value beauty above most, consider it a privilege we want to highlight yours.”

“Though the urge to lock it away is palpable; for my Roi du Poison I’ll stiffle my urges just a tad longer!”

“Don’t expect to get too far from me I’m mo’ than set onya heart.”

“Epel!”

“I know I know, geez.”

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sixeyescurseuser · 2 months

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Thinking about makeup artist (MUA) Geto and model Gojo. They met for the first time a couple months ago, where Geto was hired for a trial session with the hottest model in the industry.

Now, Gojo doesn’t accept any other MUA other than Suguru.

For their next photoshoot, Gojo needs lipstick stains on his neck and chest to complete the look. Naturally, he asks Suguru to leave them.

“Satoru, there are other people who are specially trained to do this kind of thing,” Geto says with a light laugh.

But Gojo is already shaking his head, getting up in Geto’s space as he argues, “It’s either you or I’m not letting anyone else near my neck. Plus, you already have the lipstick for it…”

Gojo wiggles his eyebrows. Geto chuckles as he pinches Gojo’s cheek with one hand, and texts the model’s manager with the other to ensure he won’t get fired for this.

(Kento-san replied: “Whatever Gojo wants, Gojo gets”)

Cue Gojo sitting in the makeup chair, giddily watching as Suguru faces the mirror, carefully applying the pigmented, candy-apple red lipstick to his lips.

Then, Geto softly grasps Gojo’s jaw while asking, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Gojo nods, looking up at Geto like an eager puppy.

Amusement dances behind Geto’s hazel eyes. Slowly, he bends to be at level with Gojo’s neck, then puckers his lips as he presses them against the model’s pale skin. Gojo lets out a shaky breath, surrendering himself to Suguru's lips that tenderly kiss his skin.

Ten minutes later, Gojo walks out to the photoshoot room with his chest puffed out, proudly showing off his lipstick marks. Meanwhile, Geto hides in his makeup room, holding his blushing face in his hands because he can’t believe he just did THAT.

Gojo comes back during his break and insists the lipstick stains need a touch up.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Geto accuses, but goes to reapply the lipstick anyway. Gojo chuckles, then stands next to Geto, looking at them side-by-side in the mirror. He hungrily watches the way the lipstick glides over Suguru’s lips, then notices Suguru’s shaky hand with a smirk.

“Only for you,” Gojo says, using a finger to wipe away the smudged lipstick on Geto’s lower lip.

Just love the idea of tease-Gojo who really likes his MUA. Yeah, Gojo wants him so bad.

On the other hand, Geto has his strict no-dating-pretty-boy-models policy. After working with so many models over the years, they started losing their appeal because oftentimes, they sacrifice authenticity and humility in pursuit of fame and perfection.

So while many were physically beautiful, their personalities just weren’t that great.

Gojo is different though. He’s charming in a boyish way, but always takes his job seriously. A massive nerd too, whoyaps about his progress in his video games when Geto works his magic.

He shares his sweets with Geto but also gifts Geto his favorite savory snacks. Gojo also insisted they start a tradition of coffee/milkshake friend-dates, which Geto has found himself looking forward to each week.

When other models try shooting their shot with Geto, if Gojo is in the vicinity… he WILL be making a scene

(Like those characters when their faces are shaded and they have that dangerous star-glint in their eye? That’s Gojo.)

Geto knows it’s a bad idea to be remotely interested in Gojo - the most sought after model for the past few years - but he finds himself quickly falling for Satoru anyway.

A few more months pass with lots of flirting and cheeky methods of physical touch.

It all comes down to when they're over at Gojo’s place, sitting on the couch while watching a movie. As time passes, they gravitate closer and closer, until Gojo tucks Geto into his side so Geto can rest his head on Gojo’s chest.

“You know, I don’t do this with anyone else,” Gojo murmurs. Geto hums as Gojo squeezes his waist. “Suguru, do you understand what I mean?”

“I thought THE Gojo Satoru doesn’t date?” Geto teases.

“He does now, if Geto Suguru accepts,” Gojo replies.

Geto rolls his eyes fondly, but his heart beats a million times per second, feels like it will actually burst at any moment. He feels so secure with Satoru’s arm around him. Hmm, Satoru smells really good right here too.

Geto digs his nose further against Gojo’s neck, inhaling deeply before breathing out, “My boyfriend is such a sap.”

Gojo laughs at that, and drops a kiss to the top of Suguru’s head.

“You have no idea. I’ve honestly been holding it all in until now. Prepare to be swept off your motherfuckin’ feet, Suguboo!”

After this night, Gojo and Geto’s schedules become incredibly busy, with Gojo going out of the country and Geto preparing to be an MUA for several big celebrity events. They haven’t even had their first kiss yet!

Two weeks later, they’re both back in the same city, this time for a quick photoshoot that Gojo insisted he needed his personal MUA for. It’s Gojo’s company paying Suguru, so ofc Gojo wants Suguru to make money while also getting to spend time with him!

They’re back to their usual routine in Gojo’s dressing room, Geto priming Gojo’s face as per usual. Gojo has been diligently following Geto’s skincare regimen and it makes his skin positively glow. (Gojo would say it’s just because Suguru is here.)

Gojo is talking about how annoying some of the models he had to work with overseas when suddenly, Geto is grabbing his cheeks and planting a sweet kiss to his lips. Gojo goes cross-eyed, letting out a confused “Hmrphh??”, but Suguru is pulling back as quickly as he came in.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting to do that for a while,” Geto coughs, cheeks blooming beautiful, natural rosy shade.

“I- didn’t quite catch that the first time. Show me again?” Gojo asks, tilting his head like a puppy.

Geto takes about half a second to contemplate whether this is a smart idea before swooping in to capture Gojo’s plush lips again. Gojo hums in approval, bringing a hand up to hold one of Geto’s wrists, Geto’s hands still reverently cupping Gojo’s cheeks.

“Again?”

Geto pats Gojo’s cheek. “Now, now. Can't have you being too greedy, can we? Chin up, dear.”

Gojo pouts while Geto grabs some foundation and a mini-spatula.

***

Geto has a private social media that very few people (his closest friends and family) follow, so he posts his and Gojo’s cute selfies and date pics on there. Gojo has a secret account too and spams Geto’s account with comments - “😘😘😘” or “love of my life 🥰” or “can’t wait to come back home!”

Gojo himself has so many candid pics of his boyfriend. It’s his passion to capture every aspect of Suguru in his life, actually!

Geto will just be brushing his teeth, his hair in a messy bun, and Gojo will be like 🤳🏼📸

The next challenge Gojo ponders is figuring out when an appropriate amount of time has passed since they began dating to ask Suguru to move in with him.

Gojo just zoning out on Suguru’s face and Geto wondering why Gojo has been staring at him for three minutes straight??

“Satoru,” Geto warns, looking out of the corner of his eye. “No.”

Like a large cat, Gojo’s pupils dilate and he leaps onto the couch to tackle Geto in a bear hug.

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #goge #cerdrabbles #makeup artist geto #model gojo #fluff

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spidybaby · 1 year

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I do... do I?

Summary: The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I got inspired while watching a lot of wedding shows like say yes to the dress 🤭❤️

"We have bad news," your mom says. You can feel your eye twitch with stress. You tried your best to let everything go with the wind, but the wind is turning into a big tornado.

"What now?" You cry, hands on your face. "It's the third bad news today."

"They lost two of the bridesmaids' dresses." She walked a few steps back, knowing you'll probably blow up. "And they're not able to deliver them back on time."

You can feel your blood boil. But you don't want your mom to get the fire if she didn't cause it. You only lift your hand for her to stop talking.

"You know what?" You say, grabbing your things. "I'm going home." You kiss her cheek and left her home.

The drive home you overthink a lot of the things. There's a lot of things that are going wrong.

First, the makeup artist cancels you.Now the new mua is not bad, but you can't get to love her work on you. The brides maids love the makeup, and your mom loves the work, but you don't.

Second, the florist ordered the wrong flowers, but now that can be fixed, but the wedding planner started an innecesary fight with the florist, and they told you that they're not changing anything.

Third, the dress. You're supposed to love it. You're supposed to cry when you find it, and you did. But when you got it back a few days ago, it wasn't how you expected it. It was way too tight. They tried to fix it, but it keeps coming back the same way.

And now, the bridesmaid's dresses, you don't know if it's a signal of the skies for you and Ky not to get married, maybe you're not destinate to unite.

You just wanted a warm bath and some food. Your muscles hurt, your head hurts, and everything hurts.

The sound of the phone takes you out of your thoughts. Kylians' name can be read.

"Hi, baby," you say, faking your happy voice. He knew some of the things but not all the things. You told him about little details but not the big ones.

"Amour, are you home?" He sounds happy. I wish to be like that right now.

"No, I'm actually on my way back home."

"Would you be super cute and come get me?" The voice he's using is this super kind one he uses when he wants to get something. "Please?" You laugh.

You told him yes and turned the car on the way to the training camp, when Kylian and you spend very little time together, he usually asks you to pick him up, to drop him to training. He would spend every little second he can with you.

You work for him, so you can actually say it was easy to be there, but that doesn't mean you are going to spend that time together.

The guard at the gate knows you, so he just opens the door for you to park. A small thank you and a wave is all you do before entering the building.

You sit outside of the lockers. You can hear the guys talking and joking around. The sound of Kylians voice makes you happy.

They began to exit the locker room, and they said hi and goodbye to you. Some even hug you hi and goodbye.

"Let's go bébé," Ky takes your hand and kisses it multiple times. Hand in hand, you both walk to your car.

He resumed his day for you, telling you all the jokes, the training he did, and even how he joke around with some of his friends.

Once you're home, the talking on his side doesn't stop. He keeps going, not noticing how unusually quiet you're.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" You ask, interrupting his chat. He's very happy and excited today. You're not.

He says yes and asks you if he can prepare the bath. You let him, wanting him to have his way today. He lights your favorite candle, uses your favorite scent, and even brings your favorite snack to spend a nice time.

You let him talk while you relax, you back to his chest, his hands caressing your arms, kissing your shoulder, massaging them.

"I can't wait to do this every day, but calling you my wife." He kisses your neck. You smile, remembering that at the end of all the stress, you get a happy ending with him.

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You check the time one more time. the lady is looking at you confused. "He probably got stuck in a meeting," you laugh, the look on the wedding planner is a pitiful one.

You curse Kylian in your mind. You remind him may times about the cake testing, now you're there alone, just like the other two reunions he missed in the past.

You hated the pitiful looks that people gave you, like if you're the only one interested in this wedding.

You picked the cake you think is the best, even tho it's the first one you tried, not really caring about the other thousand in front of you.

The cake lady tells you to take your time, but the anger you have about all this situation is so wrong. You grab your things, telling the wedding planner to not call you for the rest of the day, thank the lady, and walk out.

You enter your home angry, but the anger turns into disappointment. Kylian is calmly playing fifa on the couch with Ethan, as if he didn't miss a very important meeting.

"Hey, sis." Ethan greet you, you smile at him. Scared of opening your mouth. Kylian does the same, but you only scuff and walk to the room you share. "Okay, that's my outing."

Ethan picks his things, telling his brother to fix whatever he's doing to make you mad. Kylian is confused, not understanding. Maybe your period? But no. Maybe you're just mad at everything. Yeah, that's it.

"Can we talk?" He says as he takes a seat next to you in bed. You're madly typing your phone.

"Oh, he has time for me now?" Your laugh is sarcastic, very dry and mean even. "Please don't let me get in the middle of your very important fifa game."

"Amour, please don't be sarcastic. Let's talk." He's trying his best to understand why trigger your attitude.

"Tell me something." You throw your phone on the bed. "What were we supposed to do together today?"

He's trying to remember, but he can't think of anything important enough for you to be this mad. "What?"

"Let me help you. We had our cake selection."

"And you're mad about me not being there to pick the cake?" He scuffed, not finding why you're mad. "It's just cake."

Your blood boils again. "Just cake?" You laugh. "Kylian, it's not just cake. It's the flowers, the invitations, the drinks."

"Bébé, it's not a big deal." He tried to hug you. You push his hands away.

"Then why are we doing this?" You feel like crying, feeling like anyone understands you, nobody care enough but you. "If you don't care."

"Because you wanted a big wedding."

"Then let's stop." You interrupted. "If this is only because of me, then let's stop."

"Don't be silly." He laughs nervously. "We're doing this together."

"We're not Kylian. You can't even compromise to get to picking the things. Can you even compromise with me after that?"

"Okay, now you're crossing the line." He's serious, mad that you think he doesn't care.

"Ky, you're not into this. What's the point of getting married if probably you'll not be there." Your voice elevates. You don't want to scream, but your frustration is getting the best of you.

"I think you need to calm down, I want this with you, but I don't want the crazy part. Just relax." He elevates his own voice now.

"Do you even want to marry me?" You start crying, feeling all hit you at the same time. "I can't do this, you don't care, and I don't want to pressure you into marriage if you don't want to even pick the things with me."

You realize the mistake of hiding all the wrong things, not letting him know how the process is stressing you. "I just want us to be happy." You grab a pillow and put it against your face.

He hugs you, letting you cry your feelings, letting you break down. He's mad at himself. He cared but obviously not enough to notice how this is affecting you.

"I'm sorry." You say drying your tears with his t-shirt. "I just can't with his anymore." You feel the weight of the wedding on you, and don't want that anymore.

"Then let's not." He grabs your face. "We can cancel everything."

"You don't want to get married?" Your eyes water again.

"No, I do want to, but I'm not letting you suffer from stress and have an unhappy bride." He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips. "I want you to be happy, and I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you."

"I'm sorry I hide everything, I just want this to be perfect." You laugh, trying not to cry again.

"We can still have a perfect day." He let go of you, looking for his computer. "Do you still have that beautiful white dress I gift you?"

You nod confused. He was typing super quickly. "Here." He turns the computer for you to see. This beautiful and very private place in Greece, it's a kind of hotel but this is a special room for an intimate ceremony. "Do you like this?"

"I don't get it." You're confused. He wanted to cancel everything but is organizing a trip. "Why are you looking for that."

"Cause you," he pops your nose with his finger. "And me." Me points at himself smiling. "Are eloping."

You laugh, knowing he's trying his best to erase the pressure. "Ky, we already paid a lot of money." You remind him.

"Not like we're going broke for a few hundred thousand." He jokes, "I'll write you a check, you don't need to worry about money, my love, I got you." You were about to refuse, but he was quicker. "No buts, get your pretty ass to the closet and pack that white dress. We leave tomorrow."

You grab his head, kissing him like it's the last time. "You're making me so happy right now." You kiss him again. "Don't we need two witnesses?"

"I'll text Ethan, you text your sibling." He kisses you. Knowing all he needs is you and somebody who can pronounce you his wife.

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"You can kiss your bride." The wedding officiant says, smiling at you two.

Kylian takes you face in his hands, the way your eyes are shining, your smile is as bright as the sun, and the sunset making you look like a goddess.

Ethan and your sibling clap happy. They're both there as witnesses. Even if it was a last-minute thing, they're there for both of you.

"Je t'aime, mon amour." You say, kissing him one more time. "It's you and I till the end."

"You and I. Ma femme."

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wolves-and-stars · 12 days

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FAMOUS WOLFSTAR AU FIC RECS

(A list of the the best famous AU fics, including youtube, musician/band, and acting)

1. Sex Pistols by ArtificialAorta (ffnet) 86k

MUSICIAN/BAND AU!

I love this fic, it was on my last list too, remus is the lead singer and gutarist for the punk rock band belladonna, and he meets the lead singer of the pop band maraders, sirius black, at a press tour.

The music the author mentions in the fic is so good, it really helps you get immeresed in the scene they mention the song for.

2. Stalking Sirius by remuslives23 (ao3) 36k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Journalist remus lupin finds out a secret about sirius black, the lead singer of the band marauders, and uses it as leverage to gain an interview with the ever mysterious and elusive singer.

3. Whatever Words I Say by orphan_account (ao3) 23k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin is hired by lily evans and her PR company to babysit sirius black, the lead singer of her husband's band, the marauders, after the latest media frenzy cause by Sirius' cavalier attitude. Remus realises maybe sirius doesn't act out because of any of the expected reasons.

4. Never Above You, Never Below by orphan_account (ao3) 5k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Sirius just wants to shop at tesco in peace when a young boy recongnises him and drags out his father, remus lupin. It would annoy sirius, except the guy is kind of cute. (Actor! Sirius, Single dad! Remus) starring baby teddy.

5. Addicted To The Magic by orphan_account (ao3) 14k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Remus runs into a stranger on the tube and gets swept up in a whirlwind romance, except he doesnt know what the starnger does or really anything about him. Maybe he'll find out at the party sirius' invites him to?

Side pairing of james and lily, but isn't boring like all the other ones, they actually have personalities other than being the boring hetero couple.

6. Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account (ao3) 25k

YOUTUBER AU!

Remus lupin is runs a dance youtube channel, where he posts choreographies with his son teddy. He's also deaf and people find it hard to understand how someone who can't hear music could love to dance so much, people like rita skeeter who hires snape as a terp for a new paper article she wants to write about him. Except sanpe is the kind of terp that only signs SLS, remus runs into james, CODA, who helps him out. He also happens to introduce him to sirius black his best mate who is a MUA youtuber, with a decent amount of followers.

With a side pairing of polyamorous james/lily/regulus raising harry together. (Y'all dont understand this fic made me jump in the jegulus train way back in 2016, and ive been patiently waiting for all of you to catch up)

7. real life has no appeal by orphan_account (ao3) 7k

YOUTUBER AU!

Sirius, james and peter have a channel where they break into places overnight, trying to escape getting caught. James starts dating lily, who happens to be remus' roomate. Remus has his own channel, less break-in, more artsy. Sirius happens to text remus. They happen to fall for each other.

8. Wizard beat by eprime

MUSICIAN REMUS LUPIN

Sirius black is remus lupins biggest fan, their new roomate john finds his passion for the singer very annoying. Sirius finds his new roomate annoying, or does he?

9. The Prom Date by xivz (ao3) 48k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin does something very out of character, he sends a promposal video to Sirius Black, the very famous singer/actor/model who hes had a crush on for wuite some time.

Siruius Black happes to accept his request. And is determined to break the rules of their contract by relentlessly pursuing him.

10. The tell-all end-all with Sirius Black by wolvesandstars 1.5k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

This one is by me, sorry about the shameless plus, i really wanted the list to have 10 in them.

Give it a try, its about how the paps speculate about sirius blacks mystery boyfriend and all the conspiracies surrounding him and his ex-best friend and ex-roomate remus lupin.

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thebeaniemartineau · 1 month

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I’ve had an idea!!!

So, you know how at the beginning of the first MUA book Daisy and Hazel are looking for *teenagers* to do secret spy training? (But of course May and Eric aren’t teenagers)

It would be a fanfic set after BITB (So May, Eric and Nuala are there I think) where three teenagers show up on the doorstep of the ministry, holding a cut out version of puzzle from the papers or rather the solution.

Narrated by my oc Nancy! It’s set out like her writing a sort of ‘guide book’ for any new spies at the ministry, to show them what it’s like. (Though it ends up as more of her diary)

It definitely needs some tweaking, but let me know!

#murder most unladylike #mmu #mua #ministry of unladylike activity #fanfic #daisy wells #hazel wong #may wong

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artist-issues · 2 months

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*shrieks into the void*

“Let me free you from having to agree that Dune is a good movie series!”

There’s no emotional depth. The three things you’re supposed to care about, with the characters, in this movie are a) Paul’s family/household, their name and their wellbeing. b) The Fremen, their cause and their wellbeing. c) Chani, Paul’s relationship with her and her wellbeing. But the movies do not display any genuine moments of these characters being relatable or human or empathetic in a way that we can all empathize with. Paul’s interactions with his father before his death are too formal and take themselves too seriously. There’s little to no humor or relaxed moments between them that the casual viewer could relate to before big, dramatic moments ramp up the tension. When everything is solemn and Shakespeare, nothing is impactful or hits you in a real way. It all quickly becomes emotional white-noise, whether the dad is screaming about a assassination attempt on his son or his death is revealed to that son—who cares? Paul and Chani? They have no build-up to their relationship. There’s no reason they should like each other beyond animal attraction. And no audience member can relate to the experience of having supernatural visions about a girl, then meeting her and gaining her trust through pitched combat and ritual training. So nobody cares when he betrays her, no matter how much dramatic music you play. And Paul’s mother’s motives are either unclear or wholly unrelatable, so you don’t care what she’s after or how it will affect everyone else.

The writing lacks pacing. There are barely any jokes or moments of regular, normal conversation. Every single conversation is weighed down by solemn “fantasy culture” references, every single line is burdened by dramatic mic-drop one-liners. Paul and his mother never talk about what they miss about their old planet together, in a normal fashion. That would be the most natural thing in the world, as they travel through the desert.

The villains are shock-jock puppets. You might as well have a clip show of people getting run over by cars or falling off of bridges playing, instead of every scene with Fayd Rautha or any Harkonen, for all that the villains add to the story. They’re just there to be loud, or erotic, or gory—but don’t worry, the movie will play dramatic, chanting music behind everything they do so that you feel a sense of “epic dread” when they’re actually doing nothing intimidating or clever, or scary. They’re just yelling and smashing people. If they twirled their mustaches and “mua-ha-ha-ha’d” they’d at least be a little campy and fun to watch—but they’d be exactly the same amount of ‘effective or interesting in the story.’

It’s all sugar, no nutrients. The sugar just happens to be pretty music, good sound and visual effects, and nice-looking actors & actresses. The message is “power is derived from the successful manipulation of those with faith.” That’s it. That’s awful. That’s an awful message. What am I supposed to do with that information? What am I supposed to carry out of that theater? I’m supposed to start abandoning submission and faith in any higher power or authority, and use those ideas for selfish ambition and control, if I were to listen to Dune.

And don’t tell me it’s profound to take your main character and make him the villain. Boo hoo hoo. That’s not profound, I don’t care if it is Timothee Chalamet. Nobody cared about who he was before he betrayed his girlfriend and seized manipulative power for himself. When Anakin Skywalker falls to the dark side and kills his wife and turns on all the people who looked to him for help? You care. Know why? Because you saw who he was and how he struggled to live up to that, before the fall ever happened. He was a human character with relatable flaws like pride and human moments, like teasing his girlfriend or making his best buddies nervous, with hobbies, like tinkering. With a competitive personality. With a deep angst over loss. Paul Atreides? Lazy. Lazy in comparison. We’re just told his dad died and told he’s sad about that, but there’s no real human attention given to that. Just big dramatic, angsty declarations and acting-explosions. We’re told he loves Chani, and expected to believe it, but given no evidence except a suggestive post-sex scene with zero romantic tension or buildup, or even bonding. All Paul Atreides is, is a character who has a laundry list of epic hard-to-do chores, and he gets them done, while dramatic music plays, as if there was some doubt he was going to be able to do his chores and you’re supposed to see his completion of the list as a moment of victory. Guess what? I don’t care about his chore list, no matter how “cultural” they are. So I don’t care about his rise or fall, or anything he’s doing, because he’s not a relatable human character. He’s just a caricature. And that would be fine. If there were any relatable human side characters to look at him through the eyes of. But there aren’t. Because this whole story is “shock and awe, look at how important we are, hear that rumbling bass in the soundtrack, see this character brooding into the horizon for the seven-thousandth shot?” What am I supposed to take away from this? All sugar. No nutrients.

#you don’t have to #It’s not good #why do people think it’s good?#is it the sound design or Timothee Chalamet’s jawline?#dune #dune 2 #dune hate #dune love #dune franchise #dune Frank Herbert #messiah complex #paul atreides #chani

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Women didn't fight for the right to just ~do what they want~, they fought for the right to work and they fought for independence from men and they fought for political, social, and economic liberation. I don't think any woman "wanted" to work for 12 hours in a shitty factory for pennies a day any more than people today "want" to get a high-risk surgery with a grueling recovery process, or any more than I "want" to make all the phone calls I need to schedule doctors appointments and then pay for them with my shitty insurance.

But both people (and myself) see that the end goal is not the means by which we attain the liberation, it's what the means can do for us. Women who worked shit jobs might still have been able to leave a terrible husband or escape a marriage or not succumb to forced heterosexual lifestyles. They wouldn't have been dependent on a man. People who fight for the risky surgery want to live. I go through the mind numbing and annoying process of scheduling appointments and dealing with insurance because I want to be healthy, and if I'm healthy I can do more than if I'm sick.

Something happened at some point where choice feminism won out (is winning out? Idk at this point) and now so-called feminists look back at our history and truly believe that women fought to work in the Triangle Waist Factory bc they wanted to work in a place like that, and they fought to work in grueling conditions, and they Fought to make their lives worse for themselves, and not that they fought for independence through the most obvious and likely means of attaining it. Basically if liberation could be achieved through training dogs and fish in a Doggy Fish Circus you'd see a wave of women fighting to get their own labradors and mackerels.

And those women who worked in the terrible conditions at the factories were still fighting for liberation from the intersection of capitalism and misogyny (worse pay, worse treatment and less options, sexual assault and harassment from bosses and male coworkers). Getting the job was not enough, it has to be a good job.

Which is why choice feminism is stupid. It's treating the means as an ends. The super feminine hypergamy tradwife women don't want to just be SAHMs with husbands that pay for everything for them. They want to uphold cisheteropatriarchy, and they believe they will be rewarded handsomely for it if they do. The plastic surgeons and MUAs and influencers convincing young women and girls to do such and such procedure or buy whatever product aren't just telling them to do that for its own sake. Under the guide of feminism, they're saying this is your choice, and because it's your choice it's automatically feminist (liberatory). What they're really doing is upholding cisheteropatriarchy. Theyre making patriarchy comfortable so you're less likely to tear the system down. They do not want patriarchy torn apart. That would require fundamental, material changes to the system they support and hope to benefit from.

Someone who's smarter than me can probably phrase this better but this is how all choice feminism and a lot of misogyny in general works. Why change the system when you can "reform" it and fundamentally change nothing at all?

#angel posts #feminism #reblogs off to protect my peace

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