#someone take movie maker away from me

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helo evry1!! ^_^ watch meh supr kawaii video i made!!! >w<

(warning ending song is kind of loud)

[drdemonprince]

When other people say that they do not have enough time to get something done, they (often, if they're quite healthy) mean they are taking into account the time it takes to do the laundry and arrange new pieces of furniture and cook dinner and meet up with friends to see a movie and run to the post office or the hair dresser and take the dog for walks and do the dishes and paint their nails and drive to the store and go to their cousin's wedding and go to the barbecue their friend is throwing on the weekend

they don't winnow their life down to just spending time at the computer, working from when they wake up until they cannot focus their eyes anymore, granola bars, coffee, and bottles of water all around them because of course they did not take time to have lunch or breakfast, only dragging themselves away from work when they are truly too exhausted to do any of it anymore, and then lacking the energy to do much of anything that remains of life but to eat a tiny bit more, sponge themselves off, and go to sleep.

i just saw a video of a fursuiter on their bed, legs kicked back, head propped on their hands, delightedly announcing that after many years of hard work they had finally finished their Master's degree. And some part of me, some sick withered part, thought really? you had time to do a Master's degree while also getting a fursuit done? and going to conventions, presumably? you had time in the day to research fursuit makers, have a sona designed and drawn by someone else (or to draw it yourself), to contact a maker to make a duck tape dummy of yourself, and to have a friend over to help you make it and to cut it off of you, to send it in the mail to the maker, to then get it and make videos? you had time to set up this beautiful bedroom that i see in your video, with a soft pink sham on the bed and LED lights behind your bookshelf and lamps and all kinds of stuffed toys? you had a life? you were out playing, and dancing, and pursuing your hobbies, and you did a master's degree?

because when i was working on my doctorate, there was nothing. three layers of foam on the floor with a fitted sheet over it. a folding card table from aldi that had cost $40 that my grandparents got me. no food in the fridge. no time to even get the internet installed, just stolen wi-fi when my laptop could pick it up. i woke up, got dressed, and slunk into the office. i sat alone in the dark working until my hunger made me furious and i could not write another word. and then i walked to the grocery store, got something to subsist on, went home, ate, kickboxing video, went to sleep. every day. with almost nothing breaking the routine.

and ive gotten better, so much better, but my brain still kind of works that way. i feel like i have to quit my job and stop being a writer if i want to have hobbies. to paint my bedroom. to marinate a meat for longer than fifteen minutes. to get a driver's license again. to take a trip. but i dont want to be like that any more. how do people know when to stop? i feel like i have to give everything my absolute all until there is nothing left or else i have done nothing. i feel that i would have to treat a hobby like a job to get it done. I feel that anything that takes more than two minutes is a huge waste of time i must feel guilty for. i am working on all these things. jesus i have been working on them for years at this point. but because i have been so successful at telling people to do less, i get pulled in. interview. workshop invitation. email. urgent in the subject line. call from my agent. meeting request from my boss. new book idea, better sell it now while my sales figures still look good. recording studio session. deadline. writing. can you talk about this. can you talk about that. tag. email. book idea. deadline. long heartfelt email. still so often i have to take my own damn advice.

and this is why i am getting a fursuit made!! and going to cons! and going to leather and latex events! and making socials that are separate for these things!! i am going to let myself be silly and soft and do frivolous things. i am so sick of what i do to myself, all the pursuit of seeming like a strong mature adult.

[writing-for-marvel]

Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (2)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

< < PART 1 | Series Masterlist | PART 3 > >

Summary: It’s Bucky’s big late night interview promoting his new movie, but when the interviewer asks a question which causes Bucky to storm off the set, you’re there to comfort him.

Warnings: idiots in love, hurt comfort, interviewer brings up questions which crosses Bucky’s boundaries, shy/insecure reader, soft fluff

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is dedicated to the beautiful and kind @blackwidownat2814 because I love you so much and I know you wanted more of these two! You said you haven’t been feeling the best lately so I hope this cheers you up, even just a little 💜 photo credit @deardjo, banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You’re on in five, Mr Barnes!” A voice calls to Bucky who’s getting ready in his dressing room.

Tonight’s a big night for him, appearing on Late Tonight with Alexander Pierce, his first late night talk show interview to promote his newest movie, and though the occasion is a significant one, Bucky looks as laid back as if it's just another day.

Bucky’s manager, Maria, is on what Bucky calls one of her rampages, listing off a million and one last minute reminders about what to endorse in the interview and the specific phrasing the producer wants him to use when introducing the movie.

You know it by heart as you were the one practising with him in the car on the way to the studio. You knew Bucky was better at memorising lines than he had let on, he is a professional actor after all, but it made your stomach tingle with butterflies to think he was purposely messing up the lines to get you to laugh and playfully reprimand him.

As Maria continues her one sided conversation, Bucky looks over her shoulder at you and makes a silly face, poking out his tongue, making you chuckle. He’s such an idiot sometimes, but he never fails to make you smile, even during a time where he should arguably be tense and not paying any mind to relaxing your nerves.

“As always I’ve given them a list of topics which are off limits but if he asks you anything you don’t want to answer...” Maria continues, you’re unsure if she’s immune to Bucky’s goofiness and is ignoring him, or if she’s too preoccupied to even notice.

“I know the drill Maria. Don’t you trust me?”

Maria gives Bucky a look, and even though she has her back to you, you know her well enough to sense the stern glare she’s throwing at him. Though, she’s never been intimidating enough to scare Bucky who’s still cheekily grinning like a ten year old thinking they’ve gotten away with a prank.

“You’re a mischief maker, so no I don't, not when it comes to live interviews.” Her phone starts ringing, saving Bucky from the rest of her spiel. “And fix your goddamn tie before you go on, you look like a troublesome schoolboy!” She calls back into the dressing room as she excuses herself to take the call.

“C’mere.” You step closer to Bucky and pull him the rest of the way towards you by tugging on the end of his tie. When he’s this close the scent of his deep, smokey cologne seems to overpower all your other senses and makes it hard to focus. “I swear I’ve shown you how to do this a thousand times.”

“Maybe I just like when you pull me close and do it for me.” Your cheeks heat like the sun and you shyly break eye contact to look at the floor, a feeling that’s all too familiar when you’re around Bucky, but is still a reaction you haven’t mastered in concealing from him. You suspect he does it on purpose.

You’re saved from having to form a sentence in your flustered state by someone shouting “Barnes, two minutes!” from the hall.

“That’s my cue. See you in a bit.” You can sense the smile in his voice, even when you’re bashfully staring at the ground.

You turn and watch him stride out of the room, your arms finding their way around your middle, hugging yourself as if Bucky’s departure results in you losing a part of yourself you’re desperately trying to hold onto.

Before he can disappear into the corridor, Bucky looks back at you, an instinctive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he finds you already looking at him. He shoots you a wink before making his way towards the stage.

You turn the television in the dressing room on to watch the interview, but you can hear the clapping and cheering of the audience resounding through the entire studio as Bucky’s introduced.

He aces the first part of the interview, introducing the film word for word from the script provided by the movie producers, and describing the action packed teaser scene shown for the first time on the show. You breathe a sigh of relief as they cut to the advertisements, knowing everything so far has gone to plan and Bucky only has to get through a couple more minutes before he’ll rejoin you in his dressing room.

When the show comes back from the ad break, Bucky and Alex are laughing about something he must have said before the cameras were rolling. He looks happy, relaxed, that infectious smile of his plastered from ear to ear.

“So, we all want to know, have you got anyone special in your life? Is the devilishly handsome, notorious ladies man Bucky Barnes single?” Alexander asks eagerly and the crowd buzzes in anticipation waiting for his response.

Your stomach churns with a new wave of nerves - you know for a fact that this is on the list of no go topics, yet the host has no qualms in asking it.

Bucky doesn’t let the concern for the hosts' blatant disregard of his boundaries translate to his features, but you know him well enough to tell that the forced smile, small chuckle he lets slip out and slight change in his posture means he’s extremely uncomfortable with the probing question.

“I like to keep my personal life private. I already share so much of my life with my fans, but there are certain things I want to keep just for myself.” Bucky answers firmly, maintaining the strict boundary whilst also remaining polite.

There’s a moment of respite from your nerves, believing Bucky’s answer to be sufficient to shut down whatever Pierce is attempting to gain from the unsolicited question, but his next words bring the anxiety back with full vigour.

“I think that’s code for: yes, he’s in a relationship.” Pierce addresses the crowd, who starts ‘awwing’ in response. “Want to let us know who the lucky lady is?”

“No, that’s not what I-” Bucky tries to insist, but Pierce rudely interrupts to ask the next question. You can see Bucky’s jaw clench, even through the small screen you're currently watching from. Though he’s simply a room away, it feels like an entire galaxy in distance when he’s in front of cameras and you’re unable to do anything to subside his annoyance which is quickly turning into rage.

“The other burning question our fans had for you was the origin of your prosthetic arm - you’ve never explained how you lost your limb and of course we’re all intrigued by the mystery. I think now is the perfect opportunity to set the record straight.” Pierce looks at Bucky expectantly as if he had simply asked what day of the week it was.

If there is one hard no Bucky would never answer publically it was the story surrounding how he lost his arm.

You can see the anger bubbling in his chest, but most of all the pain, the grievous misery he’s trying so hard to disguise in his eyes. He desperately doesn’t want to break down in front of the entire world.

“That’s not a question I’m willing to answer.” Bucky replies in a faint, cracking voice. Standing up, to the gasps and murmurs of the audience, Bucky takes off his microphone pack, leaving it on the host's desk, and walks off the stage without another word.

You hear Pierce claim “I guess that’s just Bucky Barnes living up to his roguish ways” with a laugh before shutting off the tv, scrambling to gather your things and go find where Bucky headed off to when the door swings open.

Bucky stands tall and broad in the doorway, but you’ve never seen him look so small.

As he closes the door behind him you hear a sniffle and your instincts immediately kick in - he’s barely turned around to face you again before you’ve pulled him into a bone crunching hug. Your heart breaks sharply in your chest as you hear the wrenching sob he finally lets out.

Tears sting behind your eyes as you feel Bucky’s chest heave with his weeping, but you do your best to pull yourself together. You have to be the strong one here, Bucky’s the one in unimaginable pain.

The door bursts open but Bucky doesn’t let go of you to look at who it is. Maria stands there with a combination of fury and concern mixed in her eyes, as well as sympathy as she observes Bucky’s large frame crying into your shoulder. She silently raises her eyebrows as if to ask if you think he’ll be okay.

“I’ll take care of him, you go berate them for what they did.” You suggest, and even though it’s unlike Maria to do anything without disagreeing and recommending her own approach first, she nods and backs out of the dressing room.

You stand there, softly rubbing Bucky’s back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as he cries into your shoulder. Your heart, which Bucky already owns completely, shatters alongside his.

“How could he?” Bucky asks with an invigorated sob. You wish you could alleviate all his pain, even by taking it on yourself, just so he wouldn’t have to bear the burden. You squeeze him tighter in attempts to convey the sentiment.

However, you’re unsure how to answer his question because you yourself don’t understand how someone could be so cold-hearted to shamelessly mortify Bucky with the most traumatic event of his life in front of the entire world, especially after specifically prohibiting the topic.

“I dunno Buck, but he’ll never get the opportunity again, you hear me? You’ll never have to be in the same room as that shithead ever again.” You hope your words bring Bucky some comfort, but as this wound is so raw, the ache so fresh, you’re not sure there are any combination of words that can stop his pain.

You stay with him as long as he needs you to, slowly rubbing circles over his back, until eventually his sobs subside and his breathing slows to normal.

“C’mon, let me drive you home.”

“Home sounds good.” Bucky comments, but by the way he’s nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and how he’s holding you tight against him, it doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to get there.

After a few extra moments where you cherish simply holding each other without Bucky’s movements as he wept, you pull back, taking an additional second to admire just how blue his eyes are, even if they are tinted slightly red from crying, and how they look at you with a fondness that makes your knees weak, you whisper “let’s get outta here”.

The drive to Bucky’s house isn’t too long, especially this late at night. You attempt to prevent Bucky from reading any headlines about the situation, but with the exception of tossing his phone out the window of the moving car, there’s not much you can do.

“I swear it’s all everyone sees, what Maria loves to push for publicity - the supposed playboy with a mysterious past because he won’t talk about how he lost his fucking arm, I hate it.” His voice is full of exasperation and it makes you want to pull him back into another hug.

“It’s not what everyone sees, Buck.”

“Really, who doesn’t?” Me, you want to declare, but you question the implications of saying it aloud and the word dies in the back of your throat. You’re his assistant, just his assistant, and it’s inappropriate and unprofessional for you to infer otherwise.

“The people who genuinely care about you and know the real you - your Ma, Becks.” Is what you say instead. Your eyes are focussed on the dimly lit road ahead of you so you miss the downcast look Bucky throws your way, as if he was hoping you’d have answered his question differently.

“Yeah, I guess.” Is all he mumbles before sitting in quiet contemplation for the rest of the short drive to his house.

The silence gives your mind time to regret what you didn’t say, and wish for that time back again. Will there ever be a perfect time to tell him how you feel? How he makes your cheeks ache with how much he gets you to smile in his presence; how your eyes are always searching for him in a crowded room, and that your stomach somersaults when out of everyone, you’re the person he makes eye contact with before smiling; how no matter what time, day or night, you’d drop everything and anything if he needed you.

As if sensing your mental suffering, Bucky places his hand atop yours on the gear stick, still not saying a word, but the action itself calms the storm of anxiety building in your chest.

You pull up in his driveway and turn off the car, unsure if you should get out and help him inside, or if he just wants his space. You give him time to make up his mind, but your doubt is answered almost as soon as the rumbling of the engine ceases.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone right now.” You’re sure you’ll never be able to say no to Bucky Barnes, but when his eyes look as fragile as a bubble floating in the wind, ready to pop at any given second, all you want is to pull him close and keep him safe forever.

Behind that fragility is uncertainty, unsure if you’ll agree to stay or not, and even though you weren’t sure it was possible, your heart cracks a little more after the events of the night knowing that he doubts whether you’d do absolutely anything for him.

“Whatever you need, Buck.”

“I just want you.”

“You have me. You’ll always have me.” And you mean that, with your entire being.

You get out of the car and snake your arm around his back, he does the same to you. You walk arm in arm through his front door, treasuring the warmth of his closeness and forcing the romantic implications to the back of your mind.

Those can be discussed tomorrow. Right now, he just needs you.

Part 3 > >

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[pinetreevillain]

Rise Turtle Strength Calculator

Part 2: Purple Bugaloo

Disclaimer: I Am Just A Guy And 100% of this is guessing, googling, and approximation

So!!!! Got a request to determine Donnie’s strength and the journey was an Interesting One.

So let’s start with the most popular

EXHIBIT A: Dumbbell (Insane In The Mama Train)

He pulls it off with ease (relaxed pose, no real effort exerted until he makes the effort of hefting it and throwing it). Going off the size of these dumbbells, they are either 45lbs or 100lbs. This is a big gap! But seeing as the yokai falls over as soon as its removed, we can assume that Donnie is AT MOST tossing a 100lb weight with little to no effort.

UNFORTUNATELY this doesn’t tell us much else since we don’t see the weight hitting anyone/anything other than the traincar door before it teleports away.

So! We must delve further

EXHIBIT B: Donnie’s Equipment

We know Donnie’s tech bō is made from high grade titanium.

TITANIUM IS A LIGHT METAL! Revered for being light weight, flexible, and rust-proof. Used to make medical tools! This make perfect sense as 1) ninjas need maximum mobility and heavy equipment is counter intuitive, 2) melee weapons are supposed to be LIGHT (see reason 1).

However! This does not stop me from calculating the weight of Donnie’s tech bō regardless.

TO DO THAT, i must first calculate the length of his staff (operating under the assumption that both the ninpo staff and the tech bō are the same in size).

BŌ STAFFS ideally are the same height as the wielder. We are going to use this image (cannot find source) as reference, just like i did w Raph (give or take any growth between season 3 finale and movie)

Donnie is 5’3”, and while i’m here, weighs ~140lbs give or take after plastron, muscle mass, and Bones

The average bō staff has a circumference of about 1-1 1/8th of an inch depending on the length. I’m leaning more towards the larger because of the tech bōs gadgetry and hammerspace.

NOW to calculate how heavy a 5’3” metal pole that’s 1 1/8 inch in width of titanium.

Thankfully the internet is Insane and literally has a calculator that calculates this exact thing.

I was able to come to the conclusion that his tech bō probably weighs no more than approximately 1 pound.

Not very heavy!

What about his battle shell?

WELL it depends! For ease, I’m going to calculate it like a backpack.

The average public school backpack is 12-20 lbs full (heavy and 5-20% heavier than a child SHOULD be carrying to avoid back and neck strain).

I’m going to use measurements from this Random Backpack Website I Found and calculate it as a Medium Backpack (larger than standard) with a laptop pouch, and some minor adjustments since his shell covers him from neck to ass (roughly 24 inches, his height is in his legs)

It’s harder to calculate the shell because he has Different kinds and they’re made of different materials.

I am going to give all of these a base of 66lbs + whatever equipment they have

His Mango shell is probably largely padding with minimal titanium lining

Ice Maker shell is probably heavier. Spider Shell, Drone Shell, are all made w titanium so. Assuming Donnie makes EVERYTHING out of titanium

TECH BŌ: 5’3”, ~1 lb

BATTLE SHELLS:

- Mango: ~66lbs

- Drone: ~150 lbs (including whatever is powering it)

- Ice Maker: ~200 lbs (including ice)

- Spider Shell: ~150lbs

🧍

New approach!

EXHIBIT C: APRIL

WE SEE DONNIE CARRYING/SUPPORTING APRIL A NUMBER OF TIMES. A majority of them i am writing off because he is using his tech to assist.

HE IS just holding her up easily in this shot. After some cursory google searches i determined April O’neil to be ~110lbs soaking wet because she’s 4’8”, petite, and the boys fling her around like she’s made of craft foam.

Conclusion: Donnie can lift/throw a fairly decent 110 pounds, and carry approximately 200lbs

This is a small number after raph’s 20,000 lbs, and i can barely lift an 84lbs dog so I’m not gonna sneeze at it. It does however check out for someone who is physically fit and active (and does backflips and parkour and fights enemies four times his bodyweight)

BUT WAIT!!! PINE!!! WHAT ABOUT…

EXHIBIT D: SUBWAY KRANG (The Movie)

Donnie DOES get bonked pretty hard by a subway car and doesn’t Immediately Die. To determine this I had to calculate the Weight Of A Subway Car and the Breaking Point of Titanium.

Subway car: 82,000lbs empty

119,000lbs full

Because the subway car looks like this

I’m gonna call it full.

Titanium has a tensile strength of 63,000 pounds per square inch.

After determining the size of Donnie’s shell off his body, and how much titanium was used, i cam to the conclusion that…

I CAN’T ACTUALLY CALCULATE it because the shell he was wearing was actually mystic/ninpo made and therefore NOT SOMETHING I CAN CALCULATE! It does explain why Donnie wasn’t Rapidly Dispersed upon being bonked by an INSANE AMOUNT OF FORCE.

This very issue crops up again with the other example of Donnie lifting and slapping down the drill on Shredder in the season finale. That was aided ENTIRELY by ninpo/mystic abilities and therefore incalculable.

My counter to the argument that “their ninpo is gone, it’s not mystic anymore” is that Yes They Could Not Access Their Ninpo, but their ninpo-made weapons were still fully intact, and TECHNICALLY still working, the ability to use them had just been locked away

i also humbly believe that Draxum’s Ooze made the boys’ bones EXTREMELY resilient and capable of absorbing force the same way Captain America’s shield absorbs vibrations — my way of explaining why they sustain little to no injury throughout the series.

That being said, it makes the fact that Donnie couldn’t break open a watermelon AND sprains his ankle pretty badly tripping on a fruit EXTREMELY FUCKING FUNNY TO ME.

TL;DR: Donnie can throw ~110lbs give or take, with a lift/carry of maximum 200lb (maybe a bit more before it hinders his movement speed!)

Donnie’s probably not excessively strong but he is CERTAINLY sturdy. Something something rectangles symbolizing stability blah blah metaphor metaphor

[cellarspider]

14/?? Gnosis, and lack thereof

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We return to the movie that could’ve been a contender, Prometheus. In this episode, a two-year-old poisons a man.

I’m not alone in thinking David is the most well-realized character in this movie. Michael Fassbender was given the most space to act through expression and reaction to others and his environment, which helps create an android character that has much more inner life than his human castmates. He also gets what I’d call the Data bonus: android characters can more easily get away with screamingly clunky exposition or explicitly stating the meaning of a scene. You can give them absolute gibberish if you want to, and it sounds perfectly logical when they say it.

[Video description: A small selection of technobabble from Star Trek: The Next Generation, mostly featuring Data.]

David is also the easiest to be sympathetic to, because people keep being assholes to him.

Yes, David has received mysterious orders from a mysterious man who’s still in stasis. It’s Peter Weyland. It’s obviously Peter Weyland, this is why David has the dream-reading helmet thing that felt so out of place at the start of the movie. This is also why Guy Pierce, a 45-year-old, was hired to play an infinity-year-old man. Weyland was going to appear as his ideal self in one of these dream sequences, but it was cut from the movie. So instead, we just have Vickers demanding to know what “he” wants, and the answer is “Try harder”.

Peter Weyland, beginning a trend for the company bearing his name, has an obsession with this alien stuff. …This trend was actually begun by Charles Bishop Weyland in a completely different continuity that also featured ancient alien contact with Earth, but hey, details. This Weyland wants results, damn it, and David gets an excuse to kill one of the crew.

Although it’s not quite that simple. The movie indicates that David can’t go against orders from the company, especially from Weyland. He has to “try harder”, and he’s brought back one of those alien urns that apparently nobody cares to examine but him. 

It’s got a goth lava lamp in it.

While we don’t get much indication David knows why this stuff is dangerous to organic life, I’ll give the movie a very tiny pass: it’s implied that David has figured out how to read the Engineer’s cuneiform script. He decants a droplet of Menacing Black Goo onto his (Weyland-branded) fingertip, and sets off to find a test subject.

Thank god, he chooses Holloway.

I don’t like not liking characters. I don’t generally anticipate seeing someone’s comeuppance, but this movie gets me damn close to that feeling. In the movie’s partial defense, some of this was probably intended. Mainstream American fiction sets a high bar for what a bigot looks like, and Holloway’s been clearing that. I’m less certain the movie knows everyone’s behaving like a bigot, but we’ll get to that eventually. But Holloway? Definitely. 

This creates a fairly interesting scene. One that even reaches towards good. David has the means to kill Holloway. The audience knows this. And we get to watch when he makes the decision to commit to it, and why. And, blessedly, it actually ties into an intentional theme of this movie.

Holloway’s still drunk and miserable–he’d previously muttered that the alien structure on the planet was “just another tomb.”

I, speaking hyperbolically, would consider that grounds enough to off him. He’s an archaeologist who can be sent into a drinking binge by finding a thing made by dead people. An archaeologist. That in itself is such a ridiculous indicator of how unfit this character is for his role.

But no, he wanted to meet his maker, “To get answers.” Sure, lots of people have existential questions they feel are important to them. That is understandable. Even clueless assholes can wonder about that. But it takes an especially hubristic asshole to decide they’re the one worthy of asking someone who might have the answer. 

Did anybody notice they didn’t bring any diplomats or orators on this trip? They didn’t bring any cultural exchange gifts with them when they approached the alien structure? They weren’t treating the Engineers as people, just something to discover.

David, someone else they’re not treating like people, asks Holloway “Why do you think your people made me?”, and the answer he gets is “Because we could.” David is quietly but openly disappointed in that.

This is the whiplash of this movie. We have the biggest bunch of shambolic assholes klutzing around, waiting to get killed off by the plot, and then we have David expressing the horror of Valentinian gnosticism.

In brief, because even the wikipedia page says “The theology [...] is extremely complicated and difficult to follow”, the strain of Christian gnosticism expressed by the 2nd century theologian Valentinus believes that the world was created by an ignorant being. They believed there was a benevolent god out there which was/produced Jesus, but the “demiurge” (lit. “craftsman”) who created the world was not this deity. The demiurge was an imperfect, lesser being, that believed itself to be the supreme god of the universe. In Valentinianism, as with other gnostic schools, to be born into the world was to be trapped within a creation of a creature that was prone to fits of abusive behavior.

Gnostic christianity was, at the time, an attempt to square a number of contradictory ideas: the incredibly influential ideas of Plato on the formation of the universe, the growing theology of the new Christian movement, and the examples of divine wrath and jealousy in Jewish scripture, that were hard to square with what early Christians saw as a less violent deity they wanted to worship. There were probably also some anti-Jewish Egyptian myths thrown in as well, depicting their god as a donkey-headed incarnation of the malevolent deity Set. Some may recognize that particular slander from its deployment against early Christians, including our first-ever depiction of Jesus’ crucifixion: a rude bit of graffiti.

In our time, there’s only one remaining gnostic (non-christian) religion with direct continuity to the period, the Mandaeans. Christian gnosticism was deemed heretical, when one of the many different gospels circulating at the time was selected as orthodox in the 4th century, along with an attendant theology. But it remains a fertile ground for philosophers, fiction-writers, and every once in a while someone reinvents bits of it when they hit upon contradictions in christian thought.

The latter seems to be the case with Ridley Scott. He’s sometimes described as an atheist, but his actual statements on the matter show he’s either casually gnostic or a deist, very much influenced by christian doctrine: 

“If we looked at the whole thing practically speaking, the Big Bang occurred and then we go through this evolution of millions, billions of years where, by coincidence, all the right biological accidents came out the right way. To an extent, that doesn't make sense unless there was a controlling decider or mediator in all of that. So who was that? Or what was that? Are we one big grand experiment in the basic overall blink of the universe, or the galaxy? In which case, who is behind it?”

https://www.bbc.co.uk/films/callingtheshots/ridley_scott.shtml

Tangent: that question came right after he’s quoted as saying “I think there's no originality [in modern films]. I think everyone is stealing from everyone else and going back to the originals. I usually go in for 20 minutes and then get up and leave.” This interview was back in 2006. The next year he’d direct American Gangster (loosely based on a biography), then Body of Lies (Roger Ebert called it "a James Bond plot"), then Robin Hood (it’s Robin Hood), then Prometheus, the movie I only watched because it seemed to be in dialog with a film he directed in 1979. Buddy, if that was your problem, you were part of the problem.

But anyway. We have a director who had stated interest in a christian-influenced cosmogony: he seems to state a belief that we exist because we are supposed to exist, rather than being a random event. This is a movie where he does seem to be trying to do something with that. He is beginning with that premise, and using Alien as the shared language to express it. He doesn’t know why we exist, but he can imagine why we would make someone exist.

Placing that in amongst these characters is bleak to the point of puerility, frankly. Why would we create a being like us? Well, this one asshole doesn’t know.

David, at this point in Prometheus, has already determined that humans are fallible creators. Hell, he’s decided the Engineers were also failable. He, y’know, witnessed how gooey one of their corpses was. But he’s yet to decide on whether humans are just ignorant, trying and failing to be good–as per Valentinus–or if they’re actively malevolent.

The fact that David doesn’t poison Holloway’s drink until just before handing it over does neatly show that he was quietly given a chance to answer that question. Holloway continues to be a jackass and, when asked what he’d do to answer the existential question he wanted to pose to the Engineers, he says he’d do “anything and everything”.

The movie eventually treats Peter Weyland as especially deluded in his self-serving quest to get the Engineers to answer his more selfish questions, but I don’t think his ego was unique in this movie.

On our journey into the movie this time, Prometheus has attempted to grapple with subjects its script hasn’t earned. Next time, it incorporates imagery it hasn’t earned. It’s worse than this scene, but in a far more subtle way.

If you want a neat look on european and middle eastern mysticism from an academic standpoint, Esoterica is a pretty damn good channel, put together by a self-described “dialectical materialist in the tradition of Structural Marxism”. I’ll happily take recommendations on other academic sources aimed at the general audience.

https://youtu.be/7EwRD6SzXws

https://st-takla.org/Feastes-&-Special-Events/Coptic-Nativity-of-Jesus-Christ-Milad-El-Masih/Coptic-Jesus-Incarnation-Christmas-03-Incarnation-of-the-Word-Book.html 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masbuta 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabsha 

https://www.deviantart.com/pretty--kittie/art/Prometheus-Engineer-407322241 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archon_(Gnosticism) 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sethianism

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[kiyrian]

I love how Alan Wake II is so much more House of Leaves than the original was.

The theme of authorship, of authors being characters and characters being authors. Of echoes moving in time. Of mothers who try to ready their sons for the darkness.

And love. The love that doesn't save them but makes them push forward so they can save themselves.

For anyone ready to go on this journey with me, let's go.

So in House of Leaves, we have Johnny - our main character. He finds a book left behind by a recently deceased man. We get to read this book with Johnny adding his comments. Often those comments are stories from his own life. We get to learn how he feels observed and sometimes attacked by this dark presence. The book overtakes his life. He doesn't feel safe, he isolates himself from everyone. I see this part as what we can see in AW 1

It could be a simple story of being driven to madness by knowledge. Only Johnny admits that he is changing the original contents of the book. He outright says it with a not-that-important detail, but it makes us wonder - is he changing anything else? Are the parts that have been scratched out (!) done by Johnny or the previous owner of the book - Zampano. And here starts the journey explored in AW2.

But is Zampano even real? After all, Johnny also lies about the stories from his life (also a thing he admits to us). At the end of the book, we can read letters that Johnny's mother wrote to him when he was a teenager. He grew up with a foster family as his mom stayed in a mental hospital and his father died. His mom was hospitalized because of schizophrenia - in her letters, we can see her mental health fluctuating from better to worse, up until she commits suicide. During one of her episodes, she created a code she could use to communicate with her son without the hospital staff knowing. A code that can be also found in Zampano's book. There are other signs alluding to Johnny's mom in parts supposedly written by Zampano. So maybe it's not Zampano who is not real. Maybe it is Johnny. Maybe this is all written by a man who imagines someone finding his writing and commenting on it? Who created who?? An echo traveling back in time to change the future - a phone call from yourself that haven't happened yet. An author who writes a story with a poet in it. A poet who wrote poems about a boy who will come and continue his battle. A movie maker who may be a poet but isn't.

Johnny's mom tried to ready her son to face the world. She tried to show him the beauty of words, of reading and learning. She was always in his corner, ready to give him words of support to her best abilities. She told him the world may be hard but he is special and he will beat the odds. A mother that knows her son fears the dark so she gives him a light switch.

Okay. Fine. But what is actually Zampano's book about. A family of four moves into a new home - a photo journalist and his wife with their two young children. Only that this House is a little weird. It is bigger on the inside. Its hallway keeps on growing until a whole new area can be found. More and more dark corridors sprawl in this space that shouldn't be. Will Navidson - the photographer - travels through this space trying to document it. At a certain point, his wife takes their children and moves away. But Will is obsessed with this place - it is his journey to face his own demons. He feels so much guilt for only being there to photograph tragedies without helping people who suffered. (an analysis of his character could take another whole post). He goes deeper and deeper into the house, down a spiraling staircase, up until he fully loses a way out. He is stuck, no way out, waiting to die. Only... his wife hasn't given up on him. For all their problems (the house move was supposed to give their marriage a new chance) she still loves him. She creates a movie solely dedicated to the happy moments they've had together. She goes back to this haunted house and tries to find him. And just like that a way back for him opens. He crawls back from the darkness. His wife's love made her go back to face her own fears (she's feared the dark for a very long time). Husband and wife who struggle but still love each other. Who survive after facing the dark, facing their demons. Who pull themselves out of depths of despair. Wives who take time to memorize those happy moments since they know the men they love are more than their worst moments (more of AW AN moment).

I am doing a great disservice to House of Leaves (and AW2) by trying to sum it up in those few points so please, please read it if you haven't. But I want to show those points that I can see reflected in AW2. Besides, of course once again using Poe's song (sister of the author of House of Leaves who did an album accompanying the book. Haunted from that album was used in AW1). And the motif of Yggdrasil at the end of the book.

There are probably so many things I am forgetting. I need to reread this book. It's this time of the year again.

[fierce-deity-bgg]

How about legend and four with a reader who is seen by others as a boy because of his haircut? Like they cut it when they were in guard training or whatever from their hyrule, and the boys see the girls trying to flirt, without knowing that it's not a man? Feel free, just a stupid idea

Four and legand x kinda masc F! Reader / gender-fluid 

OMGGGGGG first of all I just wanna say thank you for this request I never thought that I would get a request from one of my fav story makers!! BTW LOV YOUR DARK LINK STUFF :D 

(Reader is going to be mostly like shuri from black panther movies and a bit non cannon reactions from characters😔)

Btw sorry this took so long seasonal depression hit me like a truck over the past few weeks:

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Only just yesterday you finally decided it was time to cut your hair after a while of letting it grow all the way down to your waist. When you finally came out of the inn you and the chain were staying at for a while in gerudo town in wilds world you were almost unrecognizable at first. The only reason they actually knew it was you is because twi sniffed your sent from a mile way.

Wind: “wow I almost didn’t recognize them at first!” 😦

Time: “I don’t think any of us did wind.”

Four: “well he’s got a point- uh… and thei r gone.”

Legand: “great..”

You literally just dashed out of there going to the up draft before taking off the go find riju and hopefully train with her for a while. You eventually found her in north gerudo ruins training on dummies again and you both agreed to battle each other for a bit of training. Little did you know that four and legand were looking for you in gerudo town thinking you’ll be there.. 

(Yeah I’m doing a lot of time skips because I’m getting a mind grain😬)

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After around 3-4 hours of training with ruji (Btw ruji was the only one that recognized you straight away) you both decided to head to the town hoping the see the chain their already and only after the first few minutes of you both walking into town you started getting stairs and people whispering..

“Did ruji let in an another voe already?”

“Most likely but he’s cute in my opinion.”

Once you heard the vais say that you started giving ruji a side eye like your telling her “let’s bounce” but before you could even take another step a group of vai walked up to you and started commenting how you looked or how strong you were (not like they knew) 

While the crowd was just getting larger and ruji was just trying to get you away from there you saw four and legend, and legend looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone but he somehow kept his composer dragging you out of there in a instant with four watching

“You vai know that’s a female right?”

Four yelled into the crowd making everyone but ruji stunned as they were both pulling you back to the chain

“Never again..”

They both said almost in sync while you just nodded

“Fine fine… bozos-“

“Hey!”

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Ye so uh that’s the end I might make a part two after Christmas but ye- 

Requests are still open and I’m posting my ais on here so wait up for that and pokepasta stufffffff 

BTW STILL LOVE UR STORIES AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST😁

[jonquilandlace]

So anyway I was bored and this was fully out of my typical fandom but I found this forest fairy maker by @elequinoa on my old favorite dress up game website from when I was a kid, Doll Divine, and proceeded to brainrot and say hey what if I made all the Disney Fairies in this, except creepy and weird and more my idea of fey? So anyway here's all of the fairies and the goofy redesigns (under the cut because I feel horrible for people who were never in this fandom having to scroll past seven sets of fairies lol)

Tumblr crop is bad so I apologize in advance. (Also disclaimer for minor photoshop on Rosetta and Periwinkle to make their body colors more unearthly, as my intent was None Of These Fairies Should Look Human, and to make Periwinkle's mask an arctic fox instead of a fox; I attempted to look at TOU and it seemed like this should be alright, but if not, I apologize for overstepping!) (Also minor edit for less pixelated banner image)

Fawn - She was the first one I did and wound up more muted in color scheme, but I really like how she turned out. She was meant to look somewhat like a moth or bark, with some faun-ish inspiration, as well.

Iridessa - As a fairy focused on light, there were two ways I could see taking her (the alternate being distinctly holographic), but in the end liked the double entendre of "light" when leaning towards "biblically accurate angel," so there's bird motifs and just general cherub vibes.

Vidia - The opposite of Iridessa, really; the goal here was to lean into lightning motifs and dark or gothic elements to emphasize the opposite elements in comparison to Iridessa's classical elements. Dragonfly wings for speed, of course.

Rosetta - As in her original, meant to resemble a flower, just amped up a bit to where she resembles a rococo/art deco fusion when viewed naturally, but could literally flip upside down and pretend to be a flower if she wanted to.

Silvermist - Yes this picture isn't from the first movie I couldn't find a good one lmao. Anyway, her wings reminded me of that specific type of dragonfly that skims over my uncle's lake, so I riffed on that alongside the almost pseudo-waves of the petal shirt. She is more directly meant to be an embodiment of water, but more lake or even bog-ish water, where she could peek out of the water at the top and an onlooker would only register her as perhaps a frog, as emphasized in the monochrome eyes, or a ripple in the waves.

Periwinkle - Where options did really start to limit what I could do, lol. I decided to lean into the mysterious and crystalline vibes of the winter, with her visage taking on the arctic fox and even reindeer-ish antler look of something moving in the snowy woods, but yet draped in a finery like freshly fallen snow. She's also the only one with "normal" fairy wings, but I could see it for her, with them perhaps being made of frost.

And finally, Tinkerbell - One that I definitely took some more risks with in design, she is nevertheless the most openly friendly-looking of the fey batch, despite her green hue, which is really in character for a fairy best known for hanging out with Peter Pan and being fascinated by humans. For clothing, I leaned heavily into artificer and witch vibes, mirroring a bit more of the human world, with a touch of goblin to temper it. I did shift away from her typical dress in favor of more adventurous wear, more suited for pretending to be a mushroom or even mouse in the corner of someone's eye.

Overall, idk, I just really had fun with this mini-project. I don't intend to do anything with it, ofc; it was just for fun, but I had a fun time with it!

[roadkillremi]

Love Sucks Part 2

Randy Meeks X F!Gothic!Reader

MasterList

Warning : Language, mentions insomnia, Randy's a bit of a pervert, Spoilers to the movie Childs Play, Mentions Sex, Under-Aged Drinking, Mentions of Sunburn.

Summary : When a New Girl moves to Woodsboro Randy falls Head over heels for her. Despite her weird interests and odd habits the friend group accepts her.

Randy walked in to the halls searching for you. He couldn't find you in the morning and was determined to find you before lunch. He scanned the lockers to find you. And there you were in black baggy pants and a tight band t-shirt. Sadly there was Billy leaning next to your locker. He smiled yours was by his, Randy walked up to you, "Hey, Y/N.".

"Hey Randy! Billy was just telling me about this Saturday. I told him we're watching Childs Play!" Billy gave a small smile when you looked at him.

"Cool. Mind moving from my locker, Loomis?-". Billy rolled his eyes and moved away from the locker.

"what were you saying before we were interrupted..' Billy said shooting Randy a look. You put a notebook in your bookbag, "That Killer Clowns From Outer space is underrated.".

"No way! The Effects sucked ass!" Randy interrupted.

"So?! It was unique! And hilarious! Without it IT wouldn't be what it is!" You said smiling at Randy.

"I mean the Exorcist had better effects." He added. Sidney ran up to Billy grabbing his hand.

"What are you guys talking about?" She asked smiling.

"Scary movies." You and Randy spoke in unison. She shook her head, "They're not that good.".

"Yeah Yeah." Randy mumbled closing his locker. You smiled at him, "They just don't get it.". Randy smiled back, "Nope.".

"Sup Nerds!" Stu raffled Randy and your hair. You grained fixing your hair, Stu was a bit too welcoming. Randy rolled his eyes, "They were just talking about movies." Sidney said.

"Come on! Y/N there has to be something else you like!" Tatum complained. She looped her arm around yours walking towards the fountain. Randy followed along with the group.

"What do you mean?" You asked looking at her.

"Like music! What music do you like?!"

"Oh, the cure, Korn, Black Sabbath, Aerosmiths cool.." you gave a soft smile.

"No Madonna?" Tatum raided an eyebrow.

"No.. sorry."

"Whoa! There's nothing wrong with rock!" Stu said grabbing Tatum's waist from behind. You backed away from Stu and Tatum's mess of affection.

"Are they always like that?" You whispered to Randy.

"Yeah, one time I accidentally walked in on them having sex..." Randy said in disgust. You cringed your face, "Ew.". You went to sit in the same spot as yesterday. Randy sat by you and ate his sandwich.

"So, Y/N what are you wearing Saturday?" Tatum asked while Stu devoured her neck with kisses. You glanced down at Stu and back up at her.

"Not sure. What's the dress code?" You asked.

"To dress cute!" Tatum leaned in close to your ear, "Besides I think someone likes you" darting her eyes to Randy. His face went pink when you looked over at him.

"Tate! Stop playing the match maker!" Sidney said laughing. Tatum smiled, "Fine." .

"You guys hear about that guy that went missing last night?" Billy spoke up.

"No." Tatum said taking a bite of her chip.

"He was missing from work and wasn't at home and they found his body devoured." Billy said.

"Must've been a bear.." you said.

"I don't know haven't seen a bear in a while!" Stu said.

"You've never seen a bear." Randy blurted. Stu shot his head over, "Shut it, Fuckface!". Randy rolled his eyes, you looked over at Randy.

"Does he always call you that?" You asked lowly. Randy shrugged, "It's normal.". You looked over at Stu, "Hey don't do that.". Stu looked up at you.

"Are you protecting him?" He laughed. You rolled your eyes, "Just don't you look idiotic. Grow up.". Stu blinked, he didn't know what to say. Randy smiled to himself, "Why aren't you eating anything?' Tatum asked.

"Stomach ache. I'll be fine though." You smiled. Randy reached in his bag for an unopened water bottle.

"Here." He handed it to you with a small smile. You took it, "Thanks.".

"Awh, Stu why don't you do stuff like that for me?" Tatum whined. Stu kissed her cheek, "Because I fuck you instead.".

"Come on! Really?!" Randy whined. Stu laughed, you cringed your face yet again. Tatum huffed, "Y/N when do you get off work tonight?".

"At.." you looked at Randy for assistance. He looked up mid sandwich bite, "Nine." He said.

"Nine." You repeated looking at Tatum. She smiled, "Good, Call me when you get back!". You nodded, Randy's heart dropped that means you wouldn't call him. You looked over at Randy, "You alright?". He nodded, "Yeah just tired.". You gave him a sympathetic smile that made his heart flutter.

"Take a nap. I'll wake you up when the bell rings"

Randys eyes widened, his face even pinker.

"I.." he tried to find words for what he was thinking. You gently patted your thigh, "You can use me as a pillow if you'd like.." you whispered. Randy nodded dropping down instantly, his head resting on your thigh. His eyes were shaded by the hat you wore. The side conversations seemed to stop as everyone looked at Randy resting his head on the goth girls lap.

"How the hell..." Stu mutter. Tatum smacked his arm, "Shut up I finally found him someone!". You gave Tatum a look, "I'm just being nice.".

"Well I'm tired too..." Stu faked yawn, Tatum hit him again. Your hand went down to gently mess with Randy's hair. He kept his eyes closed scared to open them. He focused on your hand going through his hair. Dozing off pretty quickly due to the wave of comfort.

Randy watched you restock the movies while he dealt with customers. He looked even closer when you bent down to grab something. His Adam apple would bob up and down from him swallowing.

"Excuse me?!" A teenage girl fussed.

"What?" Randy dead panning over to her. She scoffed, "The movie didn't work.". She handed him the tape, "Well We're you Clueless on how to fix the tape?-". He said referencing the movie, she just stared at him. He sighed grabbing a pencil to fix the tape.

"There." He gave it back.

"Randy, I restocked all the tapes." You smiled. Randy looked over at you, "I also found this!" You slide Childs Play across the counter. Randy took and smiled, "I'll check it out for you.".

"Good. Because you're gonna learn to love it." You walked away from the counter to help a customer. Randy slid it into his bag for tomorrow night. He smiled to himself due to his luck lately.

Randy rang Stus doorbell nervously messing with his jacket. Stu answered the door, "Finally! Took you long enough. Randal's here!" Stu shouted. Randy walked in making his way to the living room. You heard your laugh from the living room. His heart rate sped up as he walked in. Tatum sat beside you telling a joke as you laughed. You looked over at Randy, "Randy! Did you bring the movie?!". He held up Childs play with a small smile.

"Awesome! Imma go get a beer wanna come?" You tapped Tatum's arm. She nodded, "Get me one, please." Billy grabbed your arm stopping you. You nodded, walking away with Tatum. Randy sat on the couch putting the tape on the coffee table.

"How was work, Randy?" Sidney asked. He glanced over, "It was fine, just the normal dumbasses telling me how Forest Gump is a comedy.". Sidney shook her head with a smile. You walked back laughing with Tatum. You placed beer bottles on the table taking one. You sat by Randy opening the bottle.

"Can we watch the movie?" You ask looking over at Stu. He huffed, "Come on let's play a game or something!".

"What are you five?" Billy said glaring at him. Stu huffed again, "Just trying to be a good host."

"you're a great host, Stu. But imma put the movie in." You smiled getting up putting the tape in. You went back to sit by Randy, "Get ready for your mind to be blown.". He looked over at you, "Uh-huh, sure.".

"STOP TALKING IN THE FRONT!" Stu fussed. Tatum hit his arm, "Seriously Stu?". He smiled, "My bad.".

Your arm rested on the back of the couch causing your body to be turned towards Randy. He glanced over at you, "What?" You whispered. He shook his head, "Just questioning the plot.". You rolled your eyes, "It's smart. He doesn't more much in the beginning because he's slowly becoming more human.". Randy nodded watching the movie, during the killing scene you didn't jump like he hoped. You sat still watching the movie, he looked back at you. You glanced at him, "Yes?" You asked with a smile.

"Ooo" Stu cooed, Randy glared at him. You turned around, "What?" You asked clueless.

"Honey, he likes you." Tatum whispered loudly. Your face went red and you looked at Randy. His face was also red, he got up storming upstairs.

"Aw! Man up Randy!" Stu yelled. You sat there looking over at Tatum, "Should I..?". Tatum nodded, you went upstairs searching for Randy. He was whispering to himself in the near bathroom.

"Randy?" You knocked on the door. He opened it, "What?-".

"Just checking on you." You said softly. He looked down, "I'm fine.".

"Listen. I.. I think you're cute and all. But we just met.. but I'd like to get to know you more.." you smiled. Randy glanced over, you smiled, "Don't stress yourself out." You kissed his cheek going downstairs. He stood there shocked, he wasn't rejected yet accepted. He went downstairs, Stu cheered, "Yeah! The man's back in!!". You gave Stu a look, Stu stopped immediately.

Randy sat back down beside you, you hand rested on top of his lightly. Randy relaxed into the couch, he seemed to get tired slowly dozing off. You woke him up with a small flick.

"You're about to miss the cool parts.." you whispered. He looked over at the TV to Chucky hiding a voodoo doll.

"What's happening?" Randy asked, he knew what was happening he just wanted you to keep talking.

"So Charles Lee Ray used Voodoo to get inside the doll. Asked him to get out of the body, he said no cause he used it for evil. It's a shame people see other cultures as evil because of people like Chucky..." You whispered. Your breath hitting his ear softly, Randy nodded.

Once the movie ended almost everyone was asleep. Randy was determined to stay up with you. You sat up taking a sip of your beer.

"Do you need a ride home?" Randy muttered. You shook your head, "It's like a 10 minute walk to my house from here. Do you guys usually pass out here?" You asked looking at Tatum laying in Stus lap.

"Yeah, pretty much. Sidney doesn't like being home neither does Billy. Tatum enjoys being around people all the time. Stus parents are always gone.."

"And you?"

"Heh... I'm just desperate for friends." Randy took a sip of his beer. You gave him a sad look, "Wow.. I never really had friends either. Due to my.. scary wardrobe." You laughed softly.

"I think it's cool." Randy smiled. You smiled back, "Thanks. I should head home, bye Randy.".

"Bye." He smiled, you gave him a small peck on the cheek before leaving.

Ever since Saturday you've become closer to the friend group. You would get invited to hang outs and shopping at the mall.

Randy would notice you flirting with him more often. Sometimes you'd brush by him closely with a shy smile. He didn't mind, he'd sometimes hold your hand walking to class. You'd apologize for being so shy when he'd show affection. He'd laugh and tell you he found it cute.

But the more he hung out with you the stranger you'd act.

Randy would call at night when he couldn't sleep and you always answered. You explained your bad insomnia habits. When he mentioned hanging out at your house you'd panic and say it's messy. Your skin would start to get red from the sun. Whenever he asked about it you would shake your head saying it's genetic.

He knew something was wrong.

[shaelzero]

*seen the movie, half asleep now*

.. echm..

I think they have the movie title wrong..

..it should have been Dreams.

Like, you know, the ones we see taken from people by Magnifico.. and let me explain why I think this concept make more sense, for what info they had given to us.

Exhibit a, the realistic ‘wish’.

You don’t WISH to inspire people. You know you can do it, but you also know, for people to listen to you, you’ll need to put your mind, heart and effort in the task. And even then, there are some who wouldn’t care. But you have to, because it’s you drive, it’s what you want, it’s what will make you feel whole. Your DREAM.

You don’t WISH to be the better artist/dress maker/baker, you work on your craft to get better and get results. In time, with effort and sacrifice, that will be worth your while when you finally grasp your DREAM.

If you decide to give away the will to do these things by yourself (things you CAN actually archieve as a normal human being) because you come to know there COULD be a easier way (by magically means) that effortlessly grant you the final prize..

..is not a WISH, is opportunistic laziness.

And maybe, (just maybe) you don’t really deserve to have that DREAM, since is not that precious to you that you feel the need to protect and fight for it, but instead you so easily decide to put it in someone else’s hands, (quite literally) given the chance, making THEM do the work.

Those are the realistic dreams, but there is another category: the unobtainable fantasy’s .

Exhibit b: to fly, you don’t WISH to fly.

We know, people give the ‘wish’ at 18 years of age, meaning you have awareness of being a human, with no magic, or anatomy feats for that to ever become a reality ( not has we see in the bubble anyway), no matter the effort you can put in it. As an adult you still could DREAM of flying.

A kid could wish to fly, because they are not yet grounded in reality so they could believe it could really happen if they have faith and be good enough.

Maybe a fairy, or a mage could grant that wish.. (but then there’s a fly on the wall and suddenly wish they could be a cat to catch it but it’s approaching bed time so now the wish changes again, now they could be a dragon to avoid bedtime.. and so on..)

I totally understand the need to put a minimum age limit.. it would have been a fucking nightmare.

But, to get to the point I’m making here:

most kids, don’t have yet the concept of what is potentially possible obtaining through effort and what is physically unarchievable, so they could WISH for literally anything.

But ALL the ‘wish’ given to Magnifico are from ADULTS.

And if we listen well, the movie tell us that he doesn’t takes just ‘the wish’ but that he takes a metaphisycal part too, from the people heart and then make the people forget about it..

The BETTER part of them allegedly, leaving them ‘sad and boring’…

(well just the protagonist’s friend, because NONE of any other citizen of Rosas EVER seems different from a normal person. In the first fucking song we see a rather happy living population lazing around town, dancing for the newly arrived tourists.. but I’m digressranting ).

My point is: even if you forget A wish, as important as it may have been to you, by forgetting it you become a clean slate.. and, as STUPIDLY pointed out IN THE MOVIE, during the ‘cringy q&a to make a distraction’ a peasant ask something on the line of ‘What if I develop another wish? Or I change my wish?”

If he took only A wish, these would be possibly things that could happen, to living thinking human, in years.

But, if you switch to what I’m suggesting , it suddenly clicks: no one in the entire movie use the word or concept of dream/dreams.( non that I can recall.. or in a meaningful way, but I could be wrong..).

I think that’s because..

.. people FORGOT they exist.

Because they can’t DREAM anymore.

Because the best part of they’r heart, the part that allows to conceive and create new dreams, was given willingly away.

And as Disney love, especially in this movie, the self references and to pay homage :

“ A WISH is a DREAM your heart makes..”

..Sound familiar to anyone?..

*drop to sleep*

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

There’s so many Disney characters that could easily be neurodivergent, in fact so much so it’s pretty much 100% canon and confirmed. Lilo is a small autistic girl, it’s basically canon and I am dang certain the makers of the movie created her with autism in mind. When I was her age I acted JUST like her, so much that when I rewatched the movie as an insecure adult I felt a bit better about myself and I didn’t feel so alone. I even used to get into fist fights with other girls at school because they would call me “crazy” this is when I was her age roughly LOL. Also her obsession with Elvis is a special interest of hers clearly. A special interest is something that someone on the spectrum loves so much that it is pretty much almost the only thing they like to talk about with other people. It’s something they tend to focus on and even obsess with, something that is so much more than just being a fan. A special interest is something that is pretty much apart of that person. Like if an autistic person had a movie as a special interest they probably would’ve watched it hundreds of times, sometimes multiple times in the same day and they would want to drown themselves in the universe where the movie takes place, always thinking about it and talking about it with everyone and then getting excited over any merch for it. Like a super fan in a way. Her meltdowns are very much like an autistic person’s as well. People on the spectrum struggle to express their emotions, they may get offended easily as well or at least that is a trait some within the spectrum have and Lilo and I have. Like how we used to fight other kids for calling us names for instance, autistic kids especially struggle to express themselves vocally which could be why her and I started swinging instead of telling on them or calling them names in return. There is also a scene where the lady at the dog kennel was about to tell her how Stitch isn’t a real name and her sister made sure to warn her not to say that. This goes to show what an amazing sister Nani is as she knows her sister and what can make her upset. In this case Lilo would probably have thought that the lady at the kennel was insulting the name she chose or perhaps she would have thought she was saying she was bad at giving names. Miscommunication is very very common with people on the spectrum, sarcasm for example is a language we REALLY struggle to understand and at times we may look into things a bit too deeply. Hence why Nani told the lady not to say anything about the name because she knew her sister and what makes her happy and what makes her upset. And when Lilo was going to be taken away Nani even says how others won’t be able to understand her, a very common issue autistic kids have. Most adults have no idea how to care for autistic kids, they can’t tell the difference between a tantrum or an actual emotional meltdown. Lots of adults simply assume autistic kids are just being naughty and don’t take the time to try and get to know them and help them. For example I had to be homeschooled because I struggled with teachers for this reason. I could literally go on forever how Lilo is a canon autistic Disney character.

Others characters who may be neurodivergent I think are Vanellope and Ralph. Two characters who tend to stim quite a bit. Ralph is also socially awkward, sensitive and has trouble expressing his feelings and speaking with others, all common traits for autistic people. Though this isn’t really a neurodivergent thing but more a mental health/disorder/illness sort of thing I feel I should mention that it is canon Ralph suffers from separation anxiety as established in the sequel. Whether it’s an anxiety that he is born with (ehhh...part of his programming?) or if it’s trauma related because he struggled to make friends is unknown for certain. Some people are born with anxiety disorders and some people develop them after major events in their lives.

Ian and Barley from Onward are both neurodivergent but in different ways. It’s not called a “spectrum” for nothing, different autistic people posses different traits from the spectrum. For example some might get into much more intense hyperfixations and others might struggle to talk to people more so than others. Ian and Barley demonstrate this perfectly as Ian struggles to talk to people and tends to stumble over his words. Some can say he is simply shy but in the scene where he tries to speak to some of his classmates only to stutter does go just a bit more beyond just shyness. Social anxiety could be another thing as well though but overall, acting that way when speaking with strangers is very common for people on the spectrum. Having trouble expressing his feelings and speaking up for himself is another trait, like with the troll and how he couldn’t really bring himself to try and make a stand. In the scene when he first meets the Manticore is another great example as he struggled to try and tell her what was wrong and then began to panic and tear up, the way he was breathing heavily showed he was on the verge of having a panic attack as well. Anyone would probably feel upset in the situation he was in but he really did look like he was about to lose control and have a bad meltdown. The possibility of Barley being autistic comes from his very obvious special interests, quests or yore and just things about quests in general. He is always super eager to talk about it with Ian and is desperate to try and get him into it as well so he has a fellow fan to talk to about his favourite game. It’s easy to say it’s so much more than being a “fan”. He is obsessed and very passionate about it, clearly a special interest. Clumsiness is also very common among neurodivergent people, idk why but it is (I get that and haaaaaaaaaaate iitttttttttt uuugghhhh) It is also shown in some mobile games he is very close with Blazey, showing he is good with animals but then not so good with socialising with other people as his quirks can sometimes drive away those annoying judgemental types of folks *glares at the stupid goat police* People on the spectrum get along way better with animals and tend to be big animal lovers as well as he happily calls Blazey cute and tries to get her to do a few new tricks in Disney magic kingdom. He also tends to speak with his hands and make lots of body movements when talking, this could easily be seen as stimming as well. He is also a bit on the emotional side and struggles to talk about his feelings. Like when Ian tried to talk to him about the screw up thing, he was so angry he just turned up his music loud to try and block him out and didn’t seem to know what to do with himself or what to say to him. Anyone would be angry of course but Barley seemed to struggle communicating with Ian about it and seemed to have trouble expressing himself at first.

Might update the list some more later (there is so many tho) but let me know what you all think! What other characters do you see as neurodivergent and why? :3

These are mostly just personal headcanons of mine. As an autistic person I am so happy to see so many autistic coded characters in media.

[axailslink]

Hi!!!!!!!!

Can I request a Jamie Harrison x Black fem! Reader where the reader is a alt black girl that likes to play bass I literally got inspired by this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR4tjNVQ/ from the movie Wendell & Wild

Hope you have a wonderful day! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Trouble

Jamie Harrison x black alt FEM reader

Summary: You're playing at the club one night and Jamie finds herself in love with your whole vibe.

Jamie watches as you play with your guitar and your fingers lightly drum on the side of it as you take a sip of your drink. You've already performed but you never leave before you have to she approaches you and you glance her up and down. "You're different" you down your drink "how so? My style or my smile?" She laughs as you cheese at her and she shakes your head "I expected you to be mean..." She looks at your guitar "why so?" She glances back at you your smile wide as she takes in everything about you your pretty smile, your dramatic makeup, and your interesting choice of clothing. "Everything... You play as if someone will take your items from you and you look..." You smile wider now "I look mean?" She nods a bit "but not really you look mean as in I'd like to be as mean as you" you look at her up and down "you look soft cute but soft" you say gently grabbing her hand and letting her touch the guitar "it doesn't bite she's a gift" she gently lets her hand glide over the guitar and your smile never leaves her face. "You're amazing playing bass like that" you shrug "that's a learned talent I could teach you" she smiles "I play acoustic" you nod and look around "it's getting boring dance with me" you get up and grab her hand gently leading her to the floor your other hand still holding on to your guitar she smile as you let your ringed finger touch her face. "If you like how I play bass you'll love how I dance" as the music in the background starts to drown out everything but you and her you smile and let yourself focus on her. The way she seems so taken with your beauty she's quick to let her hands roam and you don't mind. You know you're hard to not touch with so much beauty and so many shiny items how could someone keep their hands off of you.

Your night doesn't end with a dance it ends with her sneaking you in her room and locking the door "so group home?" She shrugs "could we not talk about it?" You nod understanding and placing your guitar on her bed "so if I were to kiss you how would I not mess up your lipstick?" You laugh at her forwardness but you approach her as her hands find their way to your loose fitted pants that hang around your waist you glance down quickly but return your gaze back to her face. You press a gentle kiss to her lips as you unbuckle your studded belt causing your pants to fall onto your hips revealing your pretty black underwear. You gently wrap your belt into your hand as you use it to pull her closer. "Its matte lipstick it's not going anywhere" she smiles and initiates this kiss as you gently push her toward her bed and move your guitar as she sits on the edge and you straddle her lap. "Don't be shy now" as if testing the words you just spoke she lets her hand climb into your jeans gently squeezing your ass. You pull away to look at her just for a moment and smile. "You're cute" she laughs and shakes her head "what are you talking about?" You smile "risking getting in trouble I thought I was the trouble maker. The truth is it's always the quiet ones." She smiles and nods "maybe."

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Jamie rolls over on her side and reaches for her cigarettes but stops when she sees your guitar on the floor with a note "feeling like risking some trouble? You should return it tonight at 8:00 same place" with heart written in lipstick oh you are trouble for Jamie but she likes trouble and she's been a bit too good recently.

A/n: alright there are so many types of alt black women so yes mine has a grill mind your business 😁. I actually enjoyed writing this because I used to be alt but I wasn't really good at the whole makeup part 😔. Also we gone act like Jamie's birthday just happened because I want to thanks. Also I am so sorry love I just had no inspiration for this fic so it took me a while...like twenty days a while I'm so sorry love.

[obsessive-ego]

Body lotion

Nsft

Musical Beetlejuice x reader

Reader has a vagina, non specific gender stuff other then that

Beej uses your body lotion to masterbate

Ever since you met the ghost with the most he has been very pushy about wanting to be apart of your life, even from the day the two of you met, it all happened so fast, Lydia, the step daughter of a family friend, locked you in the basement where beej was waiting to 'greet' you, he screamed in you face and you slugged the guy and he's been glued to you side ever since, eagerly barging into your home and dubbing himself your roommate, a roommate who doesn't pay rent, though beetlejuice prefers to call himself a trophy husband, whatever, it didn't matter, despite his awful faults the demon was great company, he made you laugh, he shared an intrest in movies, and, though you'd never admit it, he was quite handsome, in his own awful way.

Beetlejuice had spent the night prior, crashing on your couch, watching your movies, he appeared in your little home saying how Chucky and D-train wanted a date night and how he's a bad influence, so the maitlands were babysitting Lydia, and now he's your problem wink wink, though you didn't mind, it was nice to have someone around.

...

"i’m heading to work, you want me to text lyida to summon you back? or?" you trailed off slipping on your sneakers

"Nah, i think i'm cool here, you got way better movies and video games, plus lyd's is at school dummy" he chuckles “no matter how hard i push she wont take me with her”

"I wonder why" you roll your eyes, as much as a trouble maker Lydia was, I guess even she had limits. "Well okay, i guess i'll see you later then, bye"

"See ya toots" Beetlejuice gives a half hearted wave as he lays on your couch, not really looking up from his position, you don't think much of his lazy behavior and scoop up your bag and head out.

The clunk and click on the other side of the door was all the signal the demon needed that you locked up and were off "finally, it's been a while since i was alone here" he stretched "lets have some REAL fun" the ghoul cracks his knuckles and floats to your bedroom

The room you were very vocal about not wanting him in there without you, oh how It broke the poor demon's heart you didn't trust him enough to be alone with your bedroom secrets, but you were a way, and he was here, and well, what you don't know wont hurt ya. Your room was a fine mix between messy and tidy, bed unmade and a few clothes on the floor. Beetlejuice wasn't sure what he was looking for, just snooping, you didn't seem like the type to have a diary, but a vibrator, maybe. and that thought was enough to inspire a search party, the idea of finding something so naughty and personal made the demon drool, patches of magenta begin shining through his hair

Beetlejuice started with your desk drawers, then checking under the bed, in the bed sheets, maybe you used it last night and couldn't be asked to put it away, but nothing was found. "come on babes, i know ya got something good in here" he groaned, you were an adult, you HAD to have something naughty to relieve stress with.

he tried his luck at the dresser, nothing much of interest aside from some cute pairs of panties he pocketed for later use, they all looked the same, you wouldn't notice, he was starting to get upset, red streaks started to replace the magenta in his hair,

Frustrated with the results of this search, beetlejuice slammed the dresser drawer shut, a bottle of body lotion topples off and hits the floor with a thud, squirting out some white goo in the process, the demon can't help but chuckle at the obvious joke.

picking up said bottle he is immediately greeted by the strong smell of oatmeal and shea butter, the scent was so familiar and pleasant to the ghoul, it was exactly the way you smelled, he would be lying if he said he never took the opportunity to smell you when you weren't paying attention, because unbeknownst to you the demon had a crush on you, hell the day you clocked him in the jaw for scaring you was the day he knew that breather was for him, and that cute rump didn't hurt either.

his mind wandered, imagining you applying the lotion to every nook and cranny of your soft skin, fresh out of the shower, your skin soft and warm to the touch, he groaned, feeling the tightness in his pants, you wouldn't be home for hours, there was in no harm in having some fun right? and with that thought he was on your bed, bottle in hand, his pants kicked off and rocking a semi.

"doll you have no idea what you do to me" he groans squritng a nice amount of lotion into his palm, inhaling the sent he groans "you've made me wait too long for this babes~" he shudders when the cold goop meets his cock, beetlejuice couldn't help but imagine it was your soft hands running up and down his shaft instead of his own, you'd be so good for him, jerking him off, stopping mid way and hopping on his cock, God slash Satan did he want you to ride his brains out.

"you like that babes? you're soaked for me huh? always knew you were the dirty type" he babbled his hair now a brilliant magenta buzzing with excitement, he wanted that cute little body so bad, you smelled so good, you always laughed at his jokes, treated him like a person, whats a demon supposed to do? the amount of times he had to duck out and deal with the tents you made him pitch, you were so damn stupid. every sexual pass he made was taken as a joke, fuck "come on doll, give it to daddy" he groaned, his hands picking up the pace around his throbbing cock, he could see you now, on the verge of coming undone shouting out how much you loved him and how good he makes you feel, as you bounce up and down on him while he slammed his hips up to greet you.

beetlejuice was close and he knew it, bucking harder into his hand, the image of you begging him to cum inside your 'cute little pussy' was more then enough to get him to finish, the ghoul blows his load shouting your name squirting his cum all over his thighs and hand, a pleasant sigh escapes his lips, it's been awhile since it felt that good, without a second thought he wipes his cum and lotion covered hand on your bed sheets, you wouldn't notice, something fun for him to think about later, he couldn't help but drool at the idea of his little breather sleeping in his mess, but he'll hold up on round two, at least till you're asleep, you can't blame the man from wanting a front row seat to that show.

he stretches up, retrieves his pants, and with a snap of his fingers you room was back the way you left it, aside from the little mess beej left in your sheets, before leaving the scene if the crime, the demon gives his hand a smell, then releasing a ghastly moan, the delightful aroma of you and him made his toes curl

Beetlejuice pulls a tape recording from his coat "note to self, don't yank it without y/ns lotion"  he chuckles before vanishing from your apartment.

Bonus

"Well I'm heading to bed, night BJ" you yawn getting up from your spot on the couch and heading to your room

The ghouls hair buzzes magenta with excitement, round two was on its way

Beetlejuice quickly gets up and follows after you, the ghoul presses his ear against the wall of your bedroom, excited to hear you shuffle into bed

"What is this?!" You shriek

Beetlejuice sinks, magenta fading to purple, he's done for

"Fuck!" You shout again

Beetlejuice faces his head through the wall "what's with the potty mouth babes?" He asks through gritted teeth

"My lotion bottle exploded in my bed" you whine, balling up the blanks, presumably to wash them

Beetlejuice can't believe his luck, his jaw practically drops to the floor, he left the bottle on the bed, thank God slash Satan for this luck break

The ghoul watches you switch the sheets in your bed, although a tad disappointed you won't be sleeping in his mess, but you did touch it, and that's a win he'll take♡

[boogiewrites]

Cherry Bomb Part 1

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Mary Cherry

Summary:  Mary Cherry, a peer-proclaimed good church girl decides once turning 18 that she no longer wants to be that angelic good girl. She wants to be bad. She wants to live a little and have some fun. She's made a list of things she wants to do before graduating to complete her bad girl transformation. But she'll need someone to help her learn how. Eddie Munson, the school "freak" and resident bad boy seems like the perfect teacher. Eddie takes her under his wing, but they both start to question what being "good" or "bad" means throughout the process. Who's reputation will actually change, and will the student become the teacher? Slow burn. Everyone's over 18.

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Warnings/Tags: None in this chapter. Mentions of being "bad" and sex and lying. Mentions of drinking.

As of late, she’d been regretting her track record of chronic GOOD decision making in her life. However, the trust earned from being a good girl for 18 years was paying off and allowing her to savor tiny tastes of rebellion for the first time.

She couldn’t have stood out more from the other patrons of the bar on the outskirts of town. The doorman had put a big X on the back of her hand when she’d shown him her ID. He was half surprised she wasn’t trying to pretend to be older, if she hadn’t been in the Hawkins High shirt, she might’ve been able to pull it off.

She walked into a musty and dusty mostly wooden open space where a wall of noise washed over her like a gust of wind as soon as the seal of the inner door was broken. She stood bewildered for longer than she meant to, but as soon as she realized she’d actually gone through with showing up and getting into the bar, she didn’t know what to do next. She’d only seen bars on tv and in movies she’d been allowed to watch with her parents. She couldn’t saunter up to the bar like she was in an old western, she couldn’t even order a beer. She settled on asking for a soda, which was unoffensive enough to the weathered bartender. Her pastel hair ribbon holding back half of her natural dirty blonde hair yellowed in the stained glass of the bars overhang. She’d worn one that matched the shirt she’d gotten last summer at cheer camp, the last one she’d ever go to with her squad. She wouldn’t really miss the other girls, she’d realized, but the freedom of being away from her parents for a week, then staying up late, and the gossip. The games of truth or dare and getting the tingles when she’d spy other girls making out with college boys after curfew. These feelings had been growing for years, finding their way into her dreams. With the newfound legally attained freedom of being 18, she’d decided to stop going through the motions of pleasing her parents and start pleasing herself.

A vaguely familiar voice, a fellow student pants over the microphone where her attention is held in rapture for the entirety of their set. She’d snuck her little portable cassette player into her bed and used the radio to listen to music on the radio at night recently, but this - the loudest drums and the fastest guitar she’d ever heard were blurring her senses into on big overwhelmed lump in her stomach. She didn’t know if it was good or bad. But she enjoyed it. Her pupils dilated, her breathing faster as she took in her first experience with a new genre - metal. She felt like the blown-away guy from those Maxwell cassette ads looked. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zjf5pdJJ44Q )

As she fussed with her hair and clothes as the maker of the devilishly angelic sounds approached her post-set. She found that nothing was out of place as she felt like it should be.

“Little Mary Cherry.” he gave her a wide smile. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” he shook his head, catching drops of sweat from his long wavy brown hair.

“T-to see you guys play.” she admitted, her lack of confidence in doing such a thing on full display. She clears her throat to save face.

“You came to see us?” his face contorts into a shocked and curious expression, his smile lines deepening.

“Yeah well… I did want to hear the music but I did come here more specifically to see… you - I guess? Yeah.” she dragged her words on.

He blinks rapidly and wordlessly accepts a drink from the bartender. “You keep surprising me.” he chuckles. “I don’t see your bible with you so I’m hoping this isn’t a business call.” he smirks and takes a drink.

“No.” she laughs nervously. “Nothing like that- kinda the opposite I guess. I think I wanted to talk to you.”

“You think you do?”

“I do! Sorry - I wanted to talk to you about something.” she clearly states and he accepts her correction with a nod.

“And it’s not your lord and savior Jesus Christ?” he grins more wolfishly now, knowingly teasing her.

She sighs heavily, feeling no malice from him but knowing if she was going to change her behavior, her reputation, she’d need to start being clear. “Look, Eddie.” she slumps her shoulders. “I know I’m like this - good girl? Alright? I know I’m in First Priority and I’m at Bible study when people are out partying but that’s not all I’m about okay? So could you… talk to me like a person? Please?”

The earnest tightness heard in her voice got his attention. She’d only ever sounded like a little girl before, like a cartoon rabbit or something. “Alright.” he nods a few times, offering his arm out. “I’ll tell ya what. Grab your drink we’ll go sit at a booth and talk if ya wanna talk. Sound good?” His eyes were fixed on hers, a matching brown to brown.

“Thank you.” the strain in her voice as she hopped off her stool and accepted the gentle hand on her shoulder to guide her across the bar was obvious and telling. Eddie knew something was wrong but he didn’t know her well enough to make any educated guesses.

“So what’s a nice girl like you wanting to talk to a freak like me for, huh?” They settle in opposite into a worn booth away from any crowds.

“I don’t really know how to explain it except to just like, say it so I’m gonna and just give me a chance okay? Let me get it all out and then I’ll answer questions. I’ll get sidetracked if I’m interrupted.”

He shuts his mouth and gives her a wave of his hand to continue.

“You’re… well I don’t think you’re a freak. I know people say that but people are… rude and mean and you’ve never been mean to me or anyone I know. Well, you’ve called Jason a prick plenty of times but let's face it. He is. Sorry... distracted… well nervous is more accurate but, anyway… you... you’re known for being... a bad boy right?” her nose wrinkled like she isn’t sure of what she was saying, he nods and keeps his face as neutral as possible. For her sake. “And I am known for being a good girl.” she sighs. “I wanted to ask you… this sounds so stupid now that I’m here saying it to you-”

“No, no go on. I’m captivated.”

“Well, I don’t want to be good anymore. I’m tired of being good and nice to everyone when they’re mean to me. I’m tired of missing out and being at home alone when people are out having the time of their lives. I’ve missed out on what feels like an entire childhood and most of my teens years and I’m just… I’m so over it.” her shoulders slump with fatigue and she props herself up on the table with her arms. ”I want to be bad Eddie. I wanna be like you. I don’t want to be this little quiet church mouse anymore. I want to be like you and be loud and bold and tell people to… to…”

“First step is to say it.” he grins.

I wanna tell the guys that call me a prude and a - a bitch to... fuck off!” she slaps her hand onto the table as a laugh erupts from Eddie. “I want to swear and lie and have some fun!” her voice turns into an understated whine. “And I think you can help me.”

“Why me?”

“You have a reputation that’s the opposite of mine. Like I said, you’ve always been nice to me, and you stand up for people that are bullied. You seem like a decent person but you do things that are bad and have a bad reputation and I want to know what it’s like to be able to live a little. And you always seem like you’re having so much fun. On stage, with your club - and I”m jealous.”

“Little Cherry is jealous of me? Would’ve lost money on that bet.”

“I am. I’ve always done what my parents wanted. What my teachers wanted. And it’s gotten me a big fat nothing.”

“What about Michael, huh? What’s he think about this?” Last thing Eddie needed was this girl's sporty boyfriend coming after him.

“He doesn’t know. He doesn't need to know. He wouldn’t… he doesn’t GET it.” she grumbles. He clearly hit a sensitive spot. She wrinkled her nose in a way that a girl shouldn’t when speaking of her boyfriend. He was only growing more curious with every twitch of her button nose.

“Okay. So you’re already being bad.” he shrugs. “You’re lying to your boyfriend.” He offers it as if she’s already found her solution.

“I’ve taken... small steps by myself so far, yeah. Like coming here, for one. But I need help. I’m so nervous about everything because it’s ingrained in me. Be meek, small, submissive, and obedient. I need help to unlearn that… crap.” she huffs out a short angry burst of air.

“So what have you done already? Let me see where I’d be starting from.” he gives an upward nod of his head. Her face blushes pink immediately. So she’d not done much. The flush of her round cheeks answered his question.

“I’ve snuck my cassette player into bed and listened to music at night.” she lifts a finger as if she were counting.

“Scandalous.” he teases.

“I’ve… lied about going to bible study and went to the library instead.”

“A common criminal.” he continues.

“I lied about feeling sick last Sunday to get out of church so I could watch MTV.” her voice instinctually lowered close to a whisper, leaning forward towards him.

“Blasphemy. A personal favorite.” he gives her a warm smile and considers her request, nails drumming onto the tabletop for a moment. “It’s a good start. A... B- for effort.”

“Wouldn't be the first I’d gotten.”

He gasps and clutches his chest. “You’ve gotten something besides an A?”

“Shut up.” she looks down and lets out a quiet laugh as she moves to dig in her purse.

“Shut up isn’t quite fuck off but we’ll get there.”

“I made a list.”

Oh, bless her cotton socks she made a list, he thought. The little lamb was serious. A smart girl like her wouldn’t know any other approach to it besides a studious one, would she? “A list of…?”

“Things I want to do.”

“Oh a list of sins!” he clapped his hands together excitedly.

“I mean yeah, some are.” she admits blushing again.

“Okay let the teacher see.” he holds out his hand and it remains empty as she looks at him with wide eyes. “C’mon kid, I can’t help ya if I don’t know what you want.”

“So you’re going to help me.”

“I’m about 90% sure I will.”

“Eddie…” she groans.

“Seriously, let me see it. I’m not teasing. I won’t make fun of it. Or you. Kay?” he offers with an exaggerated attempt made at holding eye contact.

“There are… things on here I’ve not… that I’ve never told anyone about or even said out loud.”

“Well, you wrote them so that’s a start, right? As long as murder isn’t on there I'm not gonna care. Believe me. I’ve been around. I’ve seen some shit.”

“No murder no.” she shakes her head without the smile he hoped the joke would bring. “Just… it’s personal ya know. I’ve never shared anything this personal with anyone before.” he’s realizing the extent of her sheltering slowly. Watching her unravel over what would probably be all things he’d done before the age of 15.

“Not even Michael?” he asks. There was that nose scrunch again. They’d been together for as long as Eddie had known she existed. He figured the church kids were screwin’ more than anyone else. But apparently not this one.

“Especially not him.” she lets out a sad sigh. “You have to promise not to tell anyone about this okay? Not the list- not me wanting to do these things, nothing, okay?”

“It’ll be our little secret. Can’t ruin MY reputation by hanging out with you now can I?” he eases her worry, seeing that she understood from his jokes.

She nods and hands him a folded-up page from her diary. He could tell by the faded pink color and the hearts and filigree along the edges. He neutralizes his face and prepares himself, not wanting to embarrass the poor girl. He mentally checks off each line. Yeah he’d done every one of these. Multiple ones that night alone. There were a few pertaining to sex, as he knew there would be. But he figured she could check those off with her boyfriend if he gave her a good enough pep talk. She certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes, she just wasn’t someone you looked at like that. At least not a guy with any shred of decency. Which he happened to be.

“You were embarrassed about the…” be gentle Eddie, he tells himself. “...the intimate ones weren’t you?” he finally breaks the silence.

“Yeah,” she answers sheepishly. “It's super, super forbidden to talk or even think about in my house so it’s… it feels wrong to be talking about it at all. Especially with a guy.”

He folds up the list and slides it back to her with a soft smile. “One might even say it felt… bad to do such a thing?” he invites with a tilted head.

He watches a smile bloom across her face as she clutches the folded paper close to her chest. “Yeah. One might say that.” she pauses and lets out a guilty-sounding giggle. “And one might say it feels pretty good to be bad.”

“I think you’re going to be feeling a lot more of that in your future, Miss Cherry.”

“Good.” she nods. “Wait, no… bad.” she nods sternly and smiles.

“See? You’re already learning.”

Part 2

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[neverevan]

“feels like they've been keeping buck and eddie apart in s6 for a reason, even as friends” i agree with this! it really sucks but it does feel like they were separating them even as friends and then the LIs were just the cherry on top

it gives me the same vibes as steve and bucky from captain america? they had THE most romantic lines in winter soldier and a close friendship bordering on family, but then once the ship got big after that, they barely interacted and ultimately steve ended up with peggy

maybe they’re just trying to force people’s realisation that buddie isn’t going to happen. but why do they have to remove/reduce their friendship too?? like i want them to be together, but i’ll accept having just the close friendship/family we’ve had so far. please don’t take that away from me too!! lol

but also? if they’re not doing buddie then it’s purely because of the writers’ opinions (which is bad anyway bc surely you should be making the fans happy) bc if it’s about ratings?? viewers?? most of the viewers are probably there for buddie anyway, or at least would be fine with it. if they don’t do buddie, if anything they will LOSE a huge proportion of viewers bc i know for sure that lots of buddie supporters are losing patience

Well while I mostly agree, we gotta admit that while they kept them separate for most of it we still got some incredibly domestic scenes with Chris and Eddie this season; hanging out and Buck's and him cooking for them... like Eddie literally bundled up Chris and all his stuff so he could do his homework at Buck's place and they could eat together lmao (or maybe Buck picked Chris up from school and Eddie came over later?) and then there was the poker party and the lightning and okay Eddie wasn't in 6x11 that much but that little was meaningful... I feel like their distance was kind of worked into Buck's trauma and how lost in life he's been feeling lately (that was his main story line this season imo trying to find what he wanted out of life, what was the key to happiness)

So now for me the natural continuation would be a breakdown after a row of stupid decions (the donation, Natalia, etc) and his friends and the firefam supporting him through it and ngl Buck should be single at first before dating anyone, let alone someone like Natalia

Unfortunately queerbaiting is a running theme among the Marvel movies and series alike... sadly it's a good strategy to make money on these projects cuz it works and a lot of creative studios and producers have realised this years ago (after Sherlock bbc and Supernatural everyone knew it was a sure money maker)

Also, I said this before but people who are solely watching this show for buddie don't deserve to call themselves fans tbh it's an ensamble show and regardless of buddie going canon or not actual fans will still watch it.

And yeah having queer characters throughout the run of the show kinda ensured that most viewers would be at least neutral if they actually went canon... that being said there wasn't a single male on male kiss on screen during the whole run of the show and we know that homophobes don't mind two women kissing as much as two men so who really knows...

[cringemesstickles]

Backfired

(TickleTober Day 30: Caught)

Summary: Instead of Chuck seeing an old lady and a dog, he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Pairing: Implied none

Word Count: 753

A/N: I just watched the movie again and now they’re in my head, so I had a last minute change of plan for todays prompt. Enjoy!

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Auggie prowled through the halls of the Bellows mansion, searching for his mischievous friend who was undoubtedly hiding and waiting to scare him.

Moments prior, Chuck had snuck up behind him and gave him a friendly little jumpscare before scurrying up the stairs with a childish giggle.

"Bet you can't catch me!!" He had called out in a playful voice, Disappearing from Auggie’s view.

"Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat."

Meanwhile, Chuck ran into one of the many rooms in search of a hiding spot.

"Chuck? You're not gonna scare me.

Upon hearing his friends voice, he jumped into a nearby wardrobe and tried to stifle his giggles.

He tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, finding it increasingly harder to stay quiet while his friend called his name.

The blonde walked into one of the rooms and scanned his surroundings, only to find no sign of the shorter boy.

Just as he was about to walk away and search elsewhere, he heard a stifled giggle coming from an old wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Typical…

Rolling his eyes, he pretended to walk away, only to sneak back into the room and tip toe up to the beat up furniture.

Chuck felt his heart beating with anticipation, ready to frighten his uptight friend. But before he could burst through the wardrobe doors, Auggie beat him to the punch, flinging them open and grabbing him, causing him to emit a shriek of surprise.

“HA!” Cried Auggie, wrestling the other to the floor with ease. “Told you you weren’t gonna scare me.”

The dark haired boy froze for a second, not exactly expecting to be the victim of the scaring, or to be pinned down, for that matter.

When he snapped out of it, he smiled nervously and squirmed a bit, not quite liking the look in his friend’s eyes.

“Alright, you got me… now let me go.”

Auggie smiled mischievously, something that didn’t happen very often.

“Actually, no, Chuck, I don’t think I will… I’ve !been dealing with your games all night and I think I deserve some payback.”

Any questions that Chuck was about to ask were cut off by a sharp squeal, his friend’s fingers darting to his ribcage and wiggling with vigor.

“EEHE- AUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU- HAHA!” He began to squirm and cackle, aimlessly grabbing at the taller boy’s swift hands.

The blonde smirked with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying putting the trouble maker in his place.

“Well, Chuck, how’s it feel being on the receiving end of the joke?” He asked smugly, letting his nimble fingers spider across the boy’s tummy, delighting in the bubbly laughter it elicited.

“NOT BAHAHAD! HOW’S IT F-FEEL BEING A BIG DOHOHORK?!” Snarked the dark haired boy, his smile as playful as ever.

No thought in Auggie’s mind was telling him that Chuck wasn’t enjoying this; the boy just made it too obvious.

“Bold words for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”

“BITE ME, CLOWN- EEK- NONONO, NOT THAHAHAT!”

A high pitched squeal filled the room when Auggie switched his technique from spidering to digging, letting his fingers dig into the soft skin with precision.

“What? This? Can’t handle a little tickling? That’s real unfortunate, man… especially considering I’m not gonna stop until you promise not to mess with me for the rest of the night.” Teased the taller boy. Even in the dark, he was beginning to see a tint of red form on his friend’s cheeks, his usual bravado replaced by uncontrollable laughter.

“NOT A CHAHA- GAH- OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I PROMISE!”

Auggie had to laugh at how quickly Chuck changed his mind when he dipped a finger into the boy’s bellybutton.

True to his word, Auggie stopped his vengeful ministrations and let his friend up, holding out a hand for him to take.

Chuck took the hand he was offered, clumsily standing to his feet, gasping for breath as dramatically as he could.

“Tickling is sohoho not fair, man…” He whined, trying to form a playful pout, but unable to, due to the tickle induced smile that was glued to his face.

Auggie shrugged.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Now let’s go find the others and get out. It’s just plain creepy in here…”

“Who ordered the- AH- OKAY OKAY, I’M DOHOHONE!” Chuck giggled frantically, choosing not to finish his remark.

Chuck learned a very important lesson that night: Never push a clown over the edge.

Or do, because it’s fun.