#spirited (2022)

[appletvdaily]

Spirited (2022) | Elf (2003)

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25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (17/25) ↳ spirited (2022)

[dykebarbie]

spirited (2022) is just “i can fix him” “well i can make him worse” the movie

[professorsta]

Spirited was heartfelt in a way I didn't expect. I've read A Christmas Carol before and seen the many adaptions as I'm sure all of you have too, but I loved how this one tied in the Old Scrooge with the New One. Clint meeting Present who is so similar to him yet so different, for the fact that the whole time Present seems as if he's looking at a horrific fun house mirror, while Clint is meeting maybe the only person who has deeply and intrinsically connected with him. Clint learns that Present knows what its like to be a cruel controlling money hungry leach who desperately fears that when he tries to make up for it, no matter what he does, he won't ever be able to rectify the pain he caused. And yet? Present still tries, and inevitably is able to convince Clint to as well. Wasn't really a Christmas Carol beats wise but it was a realistic answer to the question; what happens after the story is over? Does the mean old Scrooge become a good man indefinitely? Or does he realize that it's not about desperately grasping at the idea of what is good, but instead about embracing and excepting his past, present, and future so he can move forward with honesty and without shame? Realizing he had to choose everyday to not say Good Afternoon, even though he knows he'll fail sometimes, and try to give grace when he does. It's the age old question; Can a bad person be a better one if they try? The movies answers, yes, everyone can do a little good.

[morphean42]

So I’m watching spirited for the umpteenth time and

Is that—

Is that a fucking dog in the hall of the redeemed?!?!

Yes. Yes it is, and I need this story now please

[cytryndor]

If I’d ever had a possibility of directing stage production of Spirited, I’d go into direction of Present being so much in the closet that tho he knows perfectly well that love is love but never actually thought that hey, maybe I’m not so straight myself??? (asexual demiromantics let’s gooo) and that he dreams of this nice gal cause like, that’s what he should want, right??? and then there’s clint and oh. my god.

Best part? I wouldn’t change the script at all.

[heylins-world]

I now require every adaptation of a Christmas Carol to end with "You've been Christmas Caroled, bitch!" It is lore now.

[louisthiccsexyglitteryass]

i swear musicals that have one character who hates that it's a musical are incredible... Musicals where they KNOW they're in a musical?!? Yes.

[sspiderj]

Ryan Reynolds singing in Spirited will have so many more straight guys questioning their sexuality

[tigressaofkanjis]

If you haven't watched Spirited (2022), it's great for a musical and I have to say I like this version of the Dicken's tale better than most.

My only issue is that Clint and Present had an obvious click between one another and Present just hooks up with a character he has not a whole lot of chemistry with in comparison.

Yet-to-Come is my favorite character by far. The guy has not a lot of screentime but he's hilarious for the personification of death. There are a lot of scenes with him that has him in the background not speaking but having gestures that really define his character. He loves his phone, apparently has been caught staring at Past's ass, he has been friends with his fellow ghosts for some time and considers Present his true best friend, and even he agrees Ryan Reynolds is hot.

Marley is fucking hilarious too and I thought he may have been a villain at first but it's still Clint...in a good way. Clint was what made the movie for me though. The cynical defiance is excellent!

[appletvdaily]

You’ve been Christmas Carol-ed, bitch.

Spirited (2022)

Credit: icons by @herbgerblin​

[fluentmoviequoter]

Redeemed

Day 3 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Clint Briggs (Spirited) x fem!reader

Summary: Four years after Clint broke your heart, he knocks on your door. You plan to close the door in his face but see a different man than the one you used to know.

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

Warnings: spoilers for Spirited (2022) and a specific reference to the song 'Bringing Back Christmas,' fluff, slight angst, flashbacks are italicized, more fluff.

A/N: Spirited is one of my favorite movies, and the Santa suit is one of Ryan Reynold's best looks! I wrote this last Christmas but I changed a few things and I like how it turned out. Clint is an underrated character and deserves more attention (I also changed his ending, which he also needed because... that ending? woof).

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Christmas Past – 4 Years Ago

“You already made me watch Nora leave, and the worst day of my life. What more do you think you can accomplish?” Clint asks.

“Maybe nothing,” the Ghost of Christmas Present says, gesturing to the new setting.

“Clint, can you please just listen to me?” a young woman asked, standing across the desk from Clint.

“I don’t know what you want from me! Do you want me to quit my job? Leave everything I’ve worked so hard for?”

“Please don’t do this, I’ve relived it enough,” Clint pleads, his eyes not leaving the woman.

“No, of course not. I just think you need to rethink what exactly it is you’re doing, what you’re sacrificing,” the woman continued.

“And what is it that I’m sacrificing? Time with you?” Clint asked sarcastically.

“This isn’t about me, Clint. This is about you turning your back on who you really are. You are an entirely different person than the guy I used to know. This company is stealing more of your soul every day!”

“If you hate who I’m becoming so much, you can go,” Clint said, bordering emotionless.

“I don’t hate you, Clint. I miss you,” she said, shoulders dropping.

“If you think I’m going to change, even for you, then you really don’t know me.”

She took a deep breath before looking into his eyes, “Do you want me to leave?”

Clint’s gaze leveled with hers. “I won’t stop you.”

“Clint,” she said, stepping backward toward the door, “you’re a good man. I hope you realize that someday.” She turned and walked out the door, not looking back.

“I remember all of this, what’s the point?” Clint asks.

“You didn’t see this part.”

“What happened?” Kimberly asked, standing when she saw the girl exit Clint’s office.

She had tears streaming down her face as she said, “I don’t even know him anymore.”

Kimberly hugged her, shaking her head as she looked at Clint’s office door.

“She’s spent every Christmas since then alone. Sad.”

Clint can’t speak, willing himself to wake up from this dream.

Present Day

Time freezes as Clint braces for the impact that doesn’t come. Music begins to play as “Roberto” cheers that this is it. Breaking into song, yet again, Clint finally understands the beauty of changing and doing good things. As the song ends and time remains frozen, he starts running, leaving the bus to squeal to a stop for no reason. He runs through town into a residential district, not stopping as people whistle and yell at “Santa Claus.” Turning down a once familiar road, he slows in front of a house. More Christmas lights are on this house than the rest of the street combined. A Christmas tree in the front window harshly contrasts the blinking LED party lights next door. He walks onto the porch, freezing as he raises his hand to knock.

The party next door is driving you crazy. You are trying to enjoy your favorite Christmas movie and hot chocolate in peace, distracting yourself from the now-familiar loneliness of the season. Four people in Christmas costumes have already come to your door by accident, causing you to pause your movie and direct them to your neighbor’s house. One of the partygoers hit on you, but it didn't help you feel any better. You finally get comfortable again just before the doorbell rings. Sighing, you remove yourself from the nest of blankets on your couch, and goosebumps spread down your arms at the new lack of warmth. Looking out the peephole, you see the top of someone’s head and a Santa suit. 

You open the door a few inches to say, “Party’s next door.”

Someone says your name quickly, stopping you from closing the door. You pull the door open further, standing halfway in the opening.

“What are you doing here, Clint?”

Clint smiles, a small, sad smile, as he looks at you, but it falls when he begins speaking. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but I need to tell you that I’m sorry. If you want to slam the door in my face, I deserve it. But you have to know that letting you walk out that day was the worst mistake of my life.”

You shake your head and argue, “No it wasn’t.”

He furrows his brow in thought before nodding. “You’re right. I’m working on that one though; Owen and I are going to the lawyers after New Year’s so I can adopt her.”

“Seriously?”

“A lot has changed tonight. I think I’ve changed tonight." Clint smiles, chuckling as he thinks about everything that has happened. “I couldn’t let another Christmas go by without apologizing to you. I’m sorry if I overstepped by coming here but I had to let you know. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss you and I regret everything I said and did.”

You open your mouth to say something before closing it again and looking up into the sky. As you step onto the porch, hugging the door frame to keep your distance from Clint, he turns to see what you are looking at, smiling when he sees the snow falling.

“Still love the snow, I see.”

You nod, distracted by the flurries, as you begin walking into your yard, nothing but a thin Henley, leggings, and fluffy elf socks protecting you from the elements. Clint watches you before realizing how under-dressed you are, rushing toward you as he pulls his jacket off and places it on your shoulders.

“You’re going to get frostbite,” he chides gently, standing beside you and looking down at your face as you look up at the snow.

“Do you believe in Christmas miracles?” you ask quietly.

“I’m starting to,” he replies, still watching you with a smile.

You turn to face him, shocked to see his gaze already focused on you. “It hasn’t snowed on Christmas in four years.”

“I know. But you need to go inside, at least put some shoes on,” Clint says.

“What was your plan? After you apologized?” you ask, stepping closer to him.

“Honestly, I thought you’d tell me to get lost. Best case scenario, you’d tell me we could be friends again.”

You nod, rubbing your hands together to warm up. “Do you remember what I said to you that day?”

“You said I was a good man and you hoped I realized it someday.”

“You finally realized, Briggs.” You smile for the first time that night, and Clint feels his heart skip at the sight.

“You need to go warm up,” Clint whispers.

“I feel fine,” you reply, smiling. “But if you want hot chocolate, we can head inside.”

“I would love some hot chocolate.”

You boldly take his hand, leading him inside and closing the door behind him. As you walk into the kitchen, he stops by your fireplace, looking at the pictures on the mantle. He runs his finger along the top of one of you and him, smiling as he remembers the day it was taken.

“I have something for you,” you say as you return and set the hot chocolate on the coffee table.

You grab a gift from under the tree and pass it to him. He sits on the couch with it, watching you as you sit on the ottoman across from him. He tears his eyes from you, opening the gift and smiling.

“I meant to mail it every year, just… couldn’t,” you explain, shrugging.

He sets the box on the table. “Thank you,” he says quietly, eyes dropping to the floor before looking back at yours. “I like your elf socks,” he teases.

“I like your Santa suit, very GQ winter edition,” you reply.

“It’s not even complete right now!”

“Oh,” you say quietly, moving to take the jacket off.

“Hey,” he interjects, his hand covering yours. “I’m kidding, you’re fine. Looks better on you anyway.”

“That’s not correct.”

He glances at the TV. “Your favorite. How many times have you watched it this year?”

“Too many,” you answer, laughing. “Not like I had anything else to do.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you believe in me? You always told me I was good; did you really think that was true?”

“Of course, I thought it was true. I know you, and no matter how hard you tried to hide it, it was still obvious you were good.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t fight for you.”

“You didn’t have to, Clint. I always hoped you’d realize how good you were and find someone who actually deserved you.”

“What does that mean?”

“You were always going to be too good for me.”

His hands grab the corners of the ottoman, dragging it so it is right in front of him. Your knees touch his, and your breath catches at the proximity.

“No, I wasn't,” he says.

“Clint, you deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t have walked out that day.”

“You deserved someone who wouldn’t have let you leave like that.”

You silence as you look down at your hands, fiddling as you try to think of something to say.

“I’m sorry for, uh, interrupting your movie and your Christmas. If you want to come over for Christmas, please feel free,” Clint says as he stands and walks to the door, closing it behind him as he leaves.

You look at the empty seat in shock, jumping up and running behind him. “Clint!” you yell as you follow him onto the sidewalk.

He stops and turns back toward you.

“You can’t just tell me all that and then leave!”

“I thought you were mad I came over,” he explains, hands moving as he speaks. “I didn’t want to ruin another Christmas for you.”

“Clint, you didn’t ruin Christmas for me. Yes, I miss you like crazy every Christmas, but it wasn’t ruined. I’m the one who made the problem.”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Shouldn’t I get a say?”

He shrugs noncommittedly, eyes going over your shoulder to the party momentarily.

“You forgot something when you ran out,” you say.

“You can keep the jacket.”

“Not what I meant.”

“The gift?”

“No.”

“I don’t- “

You cut him off, stepping toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing him. He freezes momentarily before wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer as his lips move against yours. You and Clint shiver in tandem, pulling apart but keeping your arms around one another. The snow falls heavier, beginning to coat the ground.

“You’re still not wearing shoes,” Clint points out.

“You ran out like the place was on fire, I didn’t really have a choice."

Clint leans down, nudging his nose against yours before his phone begins ringing.

“Hey, Kimberly,” he says, gesturing his head back towards your house and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you begin walking. “Yes, thanks. We’ll be there… Yes, we… I know… Bye.”

As you enter your house, he ends the call and turns to look at you. You extend the Santa jacket to him and laugh as he puts it on.

“Was that my best friend Kimberly?” you ask.

“It was,” he answers, wrapping his arms around you as he walks to the couch.

He falls back on the couch, pulling you into his lap.

“Who is we?” you ask, leaning against his chest.

“Us. You and me.”

“And what exactly did I agree to?”

“Christmas at Kimberly’s. Owen and Wren are going too. They were all ice skating tonight and came up with it.”

“Why didn’t you go ice skating with them?”

“I was there for a few minutes. Then Roberto lost it and I had to come to see you. Oh, hey, you get to meet Roberto!”

“Who?”

“The guy that helped me change, he’s my bro.”

“Oh.” You nod as your eyes narrow. “I’m eternally indebted to him for that one.”

“You did, too,” he adds.

“Whatever,” you mumble, rolling your eyes and leaning into him further.

“I have a gift for you too. We can go get it on the way to Kimberly’s.”

You turn into his chest, leaning up to kiss him again. He returns it, arms wrapping around you and holding your shirt. He pulls back suddenly and looks at you.

“Is this my shirt?”

“It used to be. Mine now.”

“I stand by my previous statement that you look better in my clothes.”

“And I stand by my previous statement that you are wrong and absolutely no one could look better in that than you.”

“Are you saying I look good?” he asks, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

“Yeah,” you say, as if it is obvious. “You should wear it tomorrow.”

“I wore it to a costume party today.”

“You could wear it every day and no one would complain, Clint.”

“I’m trying to ease up on the ego, so chill,” he requests, laughing at your comment.

You roll your eyes before kissing him again and standing.

“Where are you going?”

“I was thinking about running down the street again.”

“Rude.”

“I want hot chocolate,” you say, shrugging before picking up the mugs and walking into the kitchen.

Clint is right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his chin to your shoulder as you reheat the drinks. You return to the living room and restart the movie, watching it as you drink the hot chocolate. As the movie ends, the party next door finally wraps up, and the lights and music turn off as cars drive away.

“Who has a party that loud on Christmas?” Clint asks. You glare at him silently, and he sighs before conceding, “Yeah, I heard it as I said it. That’s not the same neighbor you used to have, is it?”

“No, the new guy’s name is Doug.”

Clint leans back with the force of his sudden laughter. “I’m sorry, just- “

“I know. Kimberly has sent me videos of all of your performances.”

“Are you serious?” he asks, face falling as his laughter ceases.

“That’s why she’s my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend,” he says, frowning.

You kiss him again before whispering, “I think we’re more than friends.”

“Tonight went much better than expected,” he says against your lips.

Christmas Day

You walk to the large window in Clint’s penthouse while he gathers his gifts before going to Kimberly’s house. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean against him and hold his arms. 

Turning in his arms, you kiss him before whispering, “I love you, Clint.”

His eyes widen, and he raises one arm behind your head and hugs you tightly. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats before kissing the top of your head.

“That’s a lot of love,” you say, chuckling wetly.

“One for every Christmas I wish I had said it.”

You pull back, and he wipes your tears before kissing you again.

“We need to go,” you say quietly.

“Five more minutes,” he replies, squeezing you tighter.

Wren yells your name and rushes forward to hug you when you walk in, followed shortly by Kimberly. 

“Why are you still wearing that?” Wren asks Clint, laughing.

“Someone liked it,” he answers, gesturing to you.

“I asked you to wear it and you said no!” Kimberly exclaims.

“Yeah, but I love her a little differently,” Clint counters.

Your eyes widen as Kimberly and Wren hug both of you again.

“’Bout time!” Owen yells.

The doorbell rings, and Kimberly opens it, announcing, “Roberto’s here!”

“You’re together!” Roberto cheers, looking at Clint’s arm around your waist.

“I feel like I missed a lot,” you whisper to Clint.

“I’ll explain later.”

“So, you lived your own Christmas Carol?” you ask, back at his penthouse with his arms around you.

“Pretty much,” Clint answers.

“And you saw me in Christmas Past?”

“Mmhmm. And then I ‘changed’ and immediately came to see you.”

“And Roberto is Christmas Present?”

“Retired, but yes.”

You nod, eyes going to the bookshelf behind Clint.

“Do you believe me?”

Your eyes widen as you nod. Clint turns to see Marley standing on his table.

“What do you want, Marley?”

“I wanted to ask if I could use part of your song for future unredeemables?” he asks.

“Sure,” Clint agrees.

Marley falls through the table, his chains following him. 

Clint dodges one of the chains as he yells, “Still not funny!”

“Huh. Sounds like a movie,” you say, more to yourself than Clint.

“Kind of does. I’m glad I got the girl,” he says, smiling before kissing you.

“I love you, Clint. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you. Merry Christmas.”

[dykebarbie]

why is no one else talking about the absolutely insane number of gay moments in spirited (2022). wtf was that

[cms-765]

Am I wrong for preferring the bromance with Clint and Present than the random relationship between Clint and Past.

(I feel like there's a metaphor there. That Clint loves living in the moment, he loves living in the present. He loves the PRESENT!!)

There is a scene where Present was told to follow the script and Clint gets visible frustrated with the formal name calling. However he turns around the moment Present calls him Clinty. I could go on about every scene they had together. I will over analyze ever scene!

Those two became BROs in a night!! To Clint it was impossible to find someone to care about, especially when he only cared about himself. Clint then became aware that he didn't want nothing more than to see his friend happy!

[multifandommoth]

Same men, different fonts

[morphean42]

It’s Christmas time which means we all get to watch Ryan Reynolds become a better person through the power of gay sex