#there were many moments in the movie that left us speechless

[obstinaterixatrix]

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Dear Moor Monster of Mine

3,424 words || read on ao3

I've been meaning to write a wolfblood harringrove au for so very long, so I'm glad that the @harringrove-relay-race gave me the push I needed to finally put my ideas down!

This is the first chapter. The full fic will be up on my AO3, but I didn't want to post too much here haha :)

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Since the series of incidents last year, Steve’s parents have been keeping an unbearably close eye on him. If you had asked Steve perhaps three years ago, he would have been overjoyed with having his parents around all the time. But, right now, making his walk of shame from the car park where his mam dropped him off to the school’s doors, he can’t bring himself to feel anything other than frustrated.

Instead of travelling away on one of their monthly ‘work conferences’, Steve’s parents have taken to staying home month-round. That now includes the full moons. 

When Steve was little he used to hate that his mam and dad left him home alone for such an important day. Sure, they made sure to get nice babysitters or arrange sleepovers for him with Tommy and Carol, but all he had wanted was to share that experience with them. It didn’t matter that he knew he couldn’t do the transformation yet and so couldn’t fully understand it all, they were still his pack and it felt like they just didn’t want to share something that fundamental to wolfblood life with him.

It was isolating and upsetting, no matter how many kisses or how much quality time his parents would try to repay him with upon their return. He just wanted to spend those days with them. But now? Now he would much rather be left alone to watch movies, hang out with his friends, and not have his trainers chewed-through by his mam’s overeager wolf self.

“Nice wellies, Stevie!” Tommy calls out from across the yard as Steve passes by.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” he huffs, striding on past to where Nancy and Jonathan are already waiting. 

Nancy doesn’t so much as spare him a glance as he comes to a squeaking standstill in front of them. She only manages a distracted ‘Hi, Steve’ as she continues flipping through her bag, clearly looking for something.

“Morning,” he answers anyway before turning to Jonathan.

He’s not looking at Steve either, too distracted by sending his choice of footwear a confused look.

“Planning on trekking through the woods later?” he asks by way of greeting.

“Monsters ate my shoes, had to make do with these instead.”

That makes Nancy’s head finally shoot up. For a moment, she gapes at him, flustered and speechless, before she composes herself with a sigh and a shake of her head. 

It’s then that she straightens up, shrugging her bag higher on her shoulder and brushing her hair back behind her ear. It opens her back into the group from where she had otherwise been sequestered off in her own mind. Steve grins at her.

“Don’t joke about stuff like that when Barb’s around,” she reminds him, expression friendly even in spite of her reproach.

“Don’t joke about what when I’m around?”

Well speak of the devil.

They all turn to Barb as she settles herself into their circle. Jonathan and Nancy look pained but Steve just throws an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a squeezing sideways hug.

“Nothing,” he dismisses. “Just the photography club.”

Barb rolls her eyes, leaning back in Steve’s hold to send him a look that says she doesn’t quite believe him. She doesn’t shrug out of his hold, though, and that might be enough to lighten his petulant mood. The pair of them have come a long way since the whole drama around him and Nancy dating, which is something he’s very glad for.

Losing Tommy and Carol as friends stung, no matter how much he knew it was probably for the best; they weren’t very nice people and being around that sort of character wasn’t doing him any favours, but they had been his friends for years. But cutting himself loose from them, and by apologising properly to Jonathan for being nasty about his brother going missing and to Barb for being such a douche, did bring him into a much nicer friend group.

“You’re not still on about that, are you?” Barb asks him.

“Always,” he replies with a grin, raising his brows. 

Okay, maybe he’s not fully lost all his douchey-ness, but at least now he can argue it’s just part of his charm. Barb just shakes her head and accepts it with a fond roll of her eyes. 

“You already have your own camera,” Steve continues, turning now to address Jonathan, “so it’s not like you need it to be a school club.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice for it to be.”

“Fine, but I still think I deserve more credit for joining.”

“You only put your name down on some paper,” Nancy points out, smiling indulgently at him.

“And wasn’t that to make up for you smashing my camera?” Jonathan pipes up.

Steve cups a hand over his heart with a wounded expression.

“Wow, I see how it is. And, for the record—” he drops his hold on Barb to lean in and jab a finger into Jonathan’s chest “—I replaced that camera, as you should all know. You use it all the time for your stupid club. And what’s the point of the school supplying you with stuff if you bring your own in anyway?”

No one humours that with a response. That’s fine, they’ve gone over this bickering a hundred times before. Steve only really brings it up to wind them up now—all in good humour! At the end of the day, he’s fine with being an on-paper member of their club if it helps them out or whatever, especially since he knows that the Photography Club is Jonathan’s favourite thing about school.

He owes them all as much as well, for continuing to let him hang around. They let him off the hook for last year with less grovelling than was probably deserved.

“Ah,” Barb jumps in. “Speaking of photography… you’ve got to see what I found this morning on the moors.”

She unearths her phone from her bag and Steve winces. Sure, it’s only been about a year that he’s known Barb, but he really has come to like her. 

The whole of Hawkins High has always known about her monster on the moors theory—hell, the whole town probably does—and Steve had laughed at it back then, like everyone else, but now Barb is his friend… It leaves a bit of a sour taste in his mouth to think of the way he’d acted about that before, and the way others still act now.

It was arrogance, that sort of reaction. Thinking he was better than her because of her theories. And it was him in particular who was more arrogant than anyone else, hiding behind it to ignore that twinge of anxiety. It was easier to dismiss it all as ridiculous. Steve hadn’t quite been cruel enough to laugh in her face, but he’d still snickered behind his hands with Tommy and Carol before him and Nancy had gotten together early last year. 

Now that he knows Barb, it’s definitely worse. With him being around her so often, it feels like he’s waiting for her to look at him a little too closely and see just what lies beneath the surface. And that’s something he really doesn’t want, not just for his own safety.

They had to come a long way to get to where they stand now, but she’s undoubtedly one of his closest friends. Her, Nancy and Jonathan. All three of them—despite their rocky time when Steve had thought Nancy was cheating on him with Jonathan—are the people he cares about most in this world. 

He really doesn’t want Barb’s obsession with her own ghost story to get in between them all, he couldn’t handle it if they decided he was still a monster even after everything.

“See?” Barb asks, shoving the screen of her cellphone in their faces.

On it, clear as day, is the photo of a paw print. Realistically, it could be anything so it shouldn’t matter… but Steve can’t help the small shudder of anxiety in his chest. It doesn’t even make sense! His parents couldn’t have been up in the moors to leave that—he would know—and there’s no other wolfbloods around for miles of their territory, so it’s got to be an animal. 

And yet.

“Um… What… is it?” Jonathan asks. “Just a paw print?”

Barb huffs, turning to show Nancy instead, who gives the photo a more genuinely intrigued look.

“ ‘Just a paw print’,” Barb grumbles. “This is proof.”

“It could be,” Nancy says, and Steve can tell that she’s serious. “I could also be a fox or something—”

“Yeah, or a stray dog,” Jonathan suggests.

Barb looks at Steve pleadingly, but there’s nothing he can say. He knows this isn’t what Barb wants it to be. It can’t be.

“We need more concrete evidence,” Nancy consoles her instead.

“But this still proves something,” Barb insists. “That there’s something up there.”

“Hey, Barbara!” Carol calls.

The group of them all turn to see Carol, Tina and Vicki walking up behind them.

“I saw something weird on the moors: you.”

The others snicker as they push past, making their way inside. Steve shoots them a sour look as they strut past.

“Whatever, Carol,” Jonathan sighs, never having enough energy to deal with her dramatics.

Steve can’t blame him, it seems impossible that he had been able to get used to what they were like.

“Ignore her,” Nancy tells Barb.

“I will. We’ll show her when we end up being right.”

Nancy nods with an unsettling certainty.

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Walking in to their form room would be the same as usual were it not for the folder of posters Nancy finally unearths from her bag. She leafs through them, splitting the pile into smaller ones to hand to each of them. Steve accepts his own with a begrudging confusion, peering down at the sign-up sheets and trusting the others to guide his way through the halls.

“When did you have time to print these off?” he asks.

“I came in early,” Nancy tells him with a shrug. “My parents wanted me to show Mike around on his first day anyway, so I was in early.”

Steve hums.

“That’s right, you two—” he gestures between Jonathan and Nancy “—have your brothers starting year 7 now, right?”

Jonathan nods to him; “That’s right.”

They turn a corner, heading towards the stairs up to Mrs Click’s room.

“Why don’t you just get them to sign up for your club, then? They’re nerds. That way you won’t need to stick these up around school.”

Barb rolls her eyes as Steve reaches over her to wave his stack under Nancy’s nose. The brunette just bats him away with an unimpressed look.

“I don’t think they’d find that particularly… cool,” Jonathan answers in her stead, “hanging out with their older siblings.”

Steve shrugs. He can’t say he can relate, being an only child, but whatever, he can see where they’re coming from. 

Barb and Nancy are debating the best ways to go about getting new members for the photography club when Steve goes rigid. They take a few more steps before they realise he’s fallen behind and then, with curious eyes, turn back to call out to him.

Steve doesn’t hear a word of it. Something’s off.

An unusual scent roots him to the spot. He doesn’t know what it is—or maybe he does, but it can’t possibly be what he thinks. All he knows is that this has never been here before, and it shocks him with a deep sense of wrongness. It doesn’t belong there.

He needs to root it out.

An instinctive territoriality spurs him onwards, picking up his pace until his friends are following after him with confused shouts. He needs to find whatever left that scent throughout the school. It’s like he can see it, a trail of scent in the air guiding him to whoever or whatever left it.

“Steve?” Nancy is calling. “Steve!”

He just keeps moving, feet carrying him onwards. Turning down hall after hall, paying no attention to the loitering students he shoulders past. 

“Steve, you’re going the wrong way,” he thinks that might be Jonathan this time.

The bell rings and more students hurry through the corridor, dispelling the scent trail. If Steve had gone through his first transformation by now, he’d probably still be able to track down whoever left it from the lingering traces, but with his senses not being fully developed yet…

He stands still dumbly, staring ahead with a sense of uselessness. The wolf instinct within him feels unappeased.

“C’mon,” Jonathan coaxes, leading him back over to where Barb and Nancy stand looking concerned. “We’ve got class.”

It’s probably lucky for them all that the scent trail Steve was following didn’t create too big of a detour. As it stands, they get into Mrs Click’s class for form in the nick of time. The woman stands up at the front of the room, talking to an unfamiliar head of blonde curls.

At first, Steve notices nothing askew—Mrs Click is talking to the new student about how she is their form tutor and head of year—but then it washes over him. The adrenaline of nearly being late to his first lesson fades and that scent steals his attention again. 

He freezes in where he’s stepped aside to allow Barb to shuffle into their shared desk, eyes swivelling to that new figure. Now that he’s paying attention, it’s like the scent itself is visible in the air, clouding around him with that cloying wrongness and announcing to the world how wrong his presence here is.

There’s a cocksure smirk on his face that makes Steve’s lip curl in disdain, an instinctual need to snarl and warn off the outsider barely suppressed.

“Everyone, this is William Hargrove—”

“Billy,” the new kid buts in. “It's Billy.”

A chorus of ooohs rise from the room, students goading on the attitude shown to their teacher. For her credit, Mrs Click takes it in stride. Instead, she nods and turns to settle the class.

“Okay,” she says, raising her voice over the beginnings of chatter. “That’s enough, thank you…”

But Steve is barely listening. It’s like everything else fades away and his focus narrows down to this William—Billy—still standing at the front of the class. Like Steve’s whole world is overtaken by the beating of his heart and the inescapable smell of him, a smell that’s so familiar. Familiar in a way that has his hackles rising in unease. It’s almost like…

“You smell like my parents,” Steve blurts out, and the rest of the class starts laughing.

Nancy reaches over from her and Jonathan’s desk to yank him down into his seat by the hem of his jumper’s sleeve. She shoots him an unimpressed look as Mrs Click scolds him:

“Alright, Harrington. Sit down.”

Steve barely hears any of them, barely notices any of it. Billy’s eyes had locked on to his, deep and blue and endless. It felt like Steve was falling into them, diving head-first into their emptiness where Billy would eat him alive. 

“Steve,” Barb whispers, jabbing him with an elbow. 

It’s only then that Steve realises he’s been watching Hargrove as he walks over to an empty seat at the very back of the room. 

“What’s gotten into you?” she asks, sounding concerned.

“Nothing,” he dismisses, trying to turn and give her his full attention. “It’s nothing.”

He can’t get involved, not after everything. Steve has been working so hard to prove to his parents and his friends—hell, even to Tommy and Carol as they watch with a smug anticipation for his downfall—that he’s not the guy he used to be. That’s something he can’t just throw away by causing problems with the new kid, even if he’s breaking every rule Steve has ever known.

There’s no question that this Billy is a wolfblood like he is, like his family is. The question is what is he doing here? One doesn’t just set up themselves on some other pack’s territory, and the Harringtons have held the territory around Hawkins for centuries. 

By showing up here, Billy is throwing everything off balance, but Steve can’t risk doing anything about it. Not now, not like this. As much as Steve wants to step up and scare him off, this is something he’s going to have to leave to his parents to deal with.

Even as he feels the itch of Billy’s eyes on the back of his neck, Steve keeps on looking ahead.

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Billy, so it seems, takes no time to settle into Hawkins. By the time lunch rolls around, he’s already settled himself pride of place between Tommy and Carol, a wolfish curl to his grin that flashes just a hint of canine. It’s so outlandishly taunting that Steve has to sit with his back to their table to avoid staring at his sheer gall.

Nancy and Jonathan are discussing the school paper when Steve decides he can’t stand this silence anymore. He tears his head around from looking over his shoulder after Billy’s eyes catch his and his smirk seems to dim.

“Where the hell did he even come from?” he asks, cutting off Jonathan’s suggestion about… actually Steve isn’t sure, something about a book of the week.

“Who?” Nancy asks and Steve jerks his head back to where Billy now keeps sending glances his way. 

He can feel the others’ gaze on him, like someone is brushing his fur the wrong way. 

“Billy,” he says, trying with great difficulty to keep his tone neutral. “Someone must have seen something. Moving vans or something. Anything.”

Jonathan just shrugs.

“Not that I heard. Seems like everyone’s interested in him now, though.”

Steve looks around again in time to see Tina and Vicki settle themselves in the seats opposite Billy and Carol, effectively severing Steve’s line of sight. He huffs and turns back around. At the very least, them blocking the way soothes that feeling of being observed.

When he meets her eye, Nancy has a concerned look on her face.

“Leave it Steve,” she warns, voice carefully neutral. “You don’t want to get caught up in any trouble again.”

He hears what she’s saying, even if she won’t just come out with it. 

I won’t put up with you if you act like an asshole again.

It rankles him. It’s not even like it’s him doing anything wrong here! He almost wants to tell her that, to point out that for once he’s not just being an asshole, but doesn’t dare. He can’t, he reminds himself.

He couldn’t tell Tommy and Carol—probably for the best given their massive fall out—and so he can’t tell these guys either. No matter what. Which means he just has to bite his tongue and mind himself. This is something he just needs to let lie and have his parents handle it.

They can reach out to Billy’s pack, he thinks. And then this will be sorted.

“And who’s that?” 

Billy’s voice is clear and quiet with consideration, cutting through all the background noise like he had whispered the words directly into Steve’s ear. He shouldn’t be able to hear it, but he can’t help himself from focusing his enhanced hearing to pick up the conversation.

“Him?” Tommy says, breaking off with a derisive laugh. “That’s ‘King Steve’, used to be top dog around here. The Harrington’s have lived here for years, one of those right old families and Steve acted like it until he got all soft and cosied up to Nancy. Well—” Tommy laughs again and Steve clenches his fist beneath the table “—until Nancy ran off after weirdo Byers, there.”

Billy hums, interested. He doesn’t say anything else, but Steve can feel the way his eyes linger on him for a long moment.

The canteen smells like the sweat of overcrowded kids as he takes in steadying breaths through his nose. Jonathan, Barb and Nancy chat on none the wiser. It takes a long moment, but Steve manages to reign in his self control and steel himself into an icy indifference.

It doesn’t matter what Tommy thinks of him. Steve’s moved on, he’s better than this now. And the new kid won’t be around for long. Wolfblood packs don’t mix; even if he’s here now, he won’t be for long. Him and his pack will be long gone by the end of the week.

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Stick around to see what wonderful work @medusapelagia has put together for us next!! <3

[chicken-fifi]

Stray Kids Reaction | They Have a Crush on You

Pairing: Stray Kids Members x GN!Reader

Requested by anon: Can you do a headcanon for stray kids and Unrequited love (when they have a fat crush on the reader) (gender neutral please)

Genre: angst

A/n: the pain i felt while writing this. surprisingly enough, i've had a lot of stray kids x crush!reader reactions from many different scenarios (ie. player, shirtless, comfort level, etc.) i would consider this the first one that delves into what they're like when they have a crush.

Bang Chan: Literally a blubbering mess half of the time. Christopher is flustered at the sound of your name so when you’re in front of him, he’s a goner. He’s shaking and stuttering and just can’t seem to get a grip over himself as he tries to hold a conversation with you. The man you see on stage performing and driving everyone nuts, it no where to be found. But there’s no way you would even look at him or spare a glance at the sparkle in your eye. Not when those sparkles belong to Changbin.

“I, I, I, um, sorry! I just- I think I- nevermind.”

Lee Know: Unlike Chris, Minho is able to talk to you comfortably without any problems. Yes he has a massive crush on and does flirt with you openly, but he ends up being heartbroken by how lighthearted you take it. He feels as though you just see him as the weird friend who you can count on to make you laugh and lift up your spirits when you’re down. And he settles with that for a while and then officially when Hyunjin and you are revealed to be dating.

“Did you end up watching the movie you were talking about the other day?”

Changbin: Cheerful and active Changbin uses those two things to try and appeal to you. It does work, eliciting laughs and thoughtful conversations when you’re together. The two of you even end up working out and going on runs together from time to time. Every single time, his heart is beating rapidly as he spends time with you, wondering if you have feelings for him like he has for you. During one of your usual work out sessions he finds out you don’t. How? You suddenly began asking about Jisung and his interests.

“He really likes cheesecake and chocolate cake, but I’m sure whatever you end up getting him he’ll love.”

Hyunjin: Hyujin’s crush on you started the moment you’d listened to all of his worries and gave him good and valid advice. Not once did you judge him for any of his worries, no matter how mundane they may have seemed. He fell hard for you and tried his best to be there for you in your times of need. He listened to your worries, tried to ease any burdens you may be feeling, and attempted to lift your spirits. And then Felix thanked him one day for helping you out when he couldn’t. He’d never been as heartbroken as he was then.

“If you’re somewhere, it’s because you are meant to be there. You told me that yourself, remember?”

Han: In this scenario, we’ll say the two of you bonded over your love for cakes and other sweet/semi sweet pastries. It became part of you guys’ daily routine to go out to various cafes, bakeries, pastry, and dessert shops to try different types of cheese and chocolate cakes to find the best in the city. He’d made up his mind to tell you how he felt the next time the two of you went to a bakery only to be left speechless when you made a comment about asking Seungmin to bring her for your next date.

“Oh, yeah. It does seem suitable for couples, doesn't it?”

Felix: With you being a rather prominent songwriter, it was natural for you and Felix to get close, especially considering the constant presence you held when the group was writing and producing songs for upcoming albums. Something about the way you’re able to write something so beautiful that speaks to him in a song. In short he fell for your way with words and just as he finished building up the courage to ask and entertain the idea that you would accept a possible date, Jeongin comes into the picture in the form of a very comfortable kiss and displays of affection.

“That line you wrote in the other song was incredibly moving. You’re a poet.”

Seungmin: Unlike Chris who gets flustered around you, Seungmin gets a bit more, more reserved, but he doesn’t choke horribly. His shyness when it comes to you is only with words. He won’t say much but he does a lot. He isn’t shy to show he likes you. He passes you salt, napkins, gets you a drink, even casually brings over some snacks without you needing to say a word. He just does it. And while it may come across as him simply being a good host or dinner mate, he doesn’t do it out of obligation, he does it because he wants to. But then Christopher starts doing those things when you’re around and he adds a particular word in front of his questions, “Love?”

“I didn’t know you two were seeing each other. Is this a recent development?”

I.N: Another shy person, but this time shy and flustered. Jeongin is already a pretty clumsy person, add you into the mix and he’s falling and tripping everywhere. He can’t help but crush even harder on you as you constantly help him and worry over him. It’s so genuine and you don’t fault him for being human. But he notices that that’s as far as you ever go. Helping him. You don’t have deep conversations with him like you do with Minho, and for that he wishes he could’ve been more straightforward.

“Thanks for helping me again. I really do appreciate it.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

the toughest decision ~ eminem

word count: 2119

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic​ “AHHHHHH I AM SUPER HAPPY, I went crazy when the notification appeared that you reopened the requests, since I have saved so many ideas for you ... Well this idea is something different from the ones I have asked you before ...eminem x daughter! reader

Well it's like that, as we know Marshall has 3 daughters, but what happens if one day he finds out that he has another daughter (between about 14 years old and looks a lot like Marshall physically) and he discovers this, either the mother of his daughter has a terminal illness and goes to Marshall and tells him that they have a daughter and he is the only relative he has (their relationship was toxic and when Marshall discovers that she was pregnant he tells him to abort but he does not mean it but he was angry and he thought she had miscarried) or someone close finds out and tells Marshall ...At this point I leave it to you, now how will Marshall and his daughter face this situation, since their lives took a 180 ° turn ...This idea came to me while listening to River and watching a movie with a similar plot hahahaha

Sorry if there are mistakes, english is not my first languageI love your writing and I send you a lot, a lot of love♡♡♡♡♡♡”

description: in which he comes face to face with the daughter he didn’t know he had, and he has to decide what to do in this situation

pairing: eminem x daughter!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of illness and potential death, mentions of toxic relationships and drug use

masterlist (one, two)

Marshall looked over at the teenager sat at his dinner table. A million things were running through his mind, but at the same time he felt completely speechless.

It had been years since he last saw Sue; 14 years given the age of the girl sat before him. The relationship had been extremely toxic and resulted in a very messy break up. The last time he saw Sue, she was tearfully screaming profanities at him as he grabbed his stuff and ran from her place after ending their relationship. It was safe to say things did not end well between them.

When Sue showed up on his doorstep, a 14 year old girl in tow claiming she was his daughter, he couldn’t be more shocked. Marshall would’ve loved to say Sue was lying. He had no recollection of her being pregnant when they broke up. Not that it wasn’t possible, but she was very clearly not pregnant when she was drinking wine every night before they broke up.

But when he saw this girl’s face, he saw his own looking back at him. There was no denying this was his daughter.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Sue was saying, bringing Marshall out of his train of through. “I’m sorry to just dump this on you, but I had no other way to contact you.”

“Why now?” Marshall asked. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out you were pregnant?”

“Well, we weren’t exactly on good terms when I found out. It was days after we broke up. I was still upset, and then there was the added shock of the pregnancy. I wanted to keep her and raise her myself. And I did. But now...well, look at me.”

Marshall had been trying not to look at her since she first arrived. Sue didn’t have to tell him she was sick. He figured it out the moment he saw her again. She was so thin you could see her bones, her face was flushed, and she had a beanie on to hide her lack of hair.

“You’re the only family she has left,” Sue continued. “And I want her to know you and to have someone when I...”

She trailed off, but Marshall understood what she was trying to say.

“Let her stay for the weekend,” he said. “We can spend the time getting to know one another, and then we can do joint custody until...she needs to stay with me permanently.”

Sue nodded. She turned to her daughter - their daughter - and sat down across from her. “I’m going to go home and get you some clothes and stuff for the weekend. You stay here, I’ll be back soon.”

The girl glanced at Marshall before looking back at her mom, shrugging in response to what she had said. Sue gave her a small smile before getting up to leave. She and Marshall shared one last look before Sue went to get the girl’s things.

Finally left alone with his daughter, Marshall felt speechless again. What do you say to a teenager you’ve just met who is apparently your daughter? One that you’ve missed all of her life up until this point, and now suddenly you’re about to become her main legal guardian.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked her, realizing Sue hadn’t properly introduced the two yet.

The girl looked up at Marshall again before looking away just as quickly. “(Y/N),” she responded so softly that Marshall almost didn’t hear her.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N),” he said. “Do you...you can watch TV in the lounge or something if you want. Or anywhere, really. The place is...it’s a big house.”

(Y/N) shrugged but silently got up and went out to the lounge. Marshall heard the TV flicker on and some show that (Y/N) had chosen to watch started to play. He sighed and ran his hands over his face.

This is going to be a difficult weekend.

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When Sue returned with (Y/N)’s things, Marshall showed her which room she was staying in and left her to unpack and get settled away. He didn’t see her for the rest of the night, and he didn’t want to bother her given this had to be a big change for her as much as it was for himself, so he left her alone for the night.

The next morning, Marshall got up early enough to make breakfast for the two of them. He hadn’t done it in years since his three children were all grown up now. It was bringing back memories for him. He was starting to feel somewhat excited despite the strange circumstances.

(Y/N) came down from her room shortly after Marshall had plated their food and put it on the dinner table. She didn’t make eye contact with Marshall as she sat down and began picking at the food in front of her. When Marshall offered her something to drink, she just shrugged again instead of responding. He tried not to sigh so obviously as he poured her a glass of juice and put it in front of her.

“Uh...did you sleep well?” he asked. She nodded. “Okay. That’s...that’s good. Is the room to your liking? I mean, you’ll get to change it however you want, it is your room now.”

(Y/N) didn’t respond. She just looked down at her plate and pushed the food around.

“What - uh - what are you interested in?” he asked. “Music, sports, any hobbies?”

“I don’t listen to your music,” she said pointblank. “Mom never let me.”

“Yeah, I imagine she wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) stopped playing with her food and finally looked up at Marshall. He still couldn’t get over how much she looked like him. She had her mother’s eyes, but everything else was all Marshall.

“Why did you and mom break up?” she asked.

It wasn’t a question he was prepared for. He figured Sue had already told (Y/N) about her relationship with Marshall, or rather about her version of it.

“I’m sure your mom has told you about me before.”

“Not really. She actually didn’t even tell me you were my dad until a few months ago. She claimed she just didn’t like your music while I was growing up and banned me from listening to it. I didn’t believe her when she sat down and told me the truth. I kind of still can’t believe it now.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m having a hard time grasping all of this, too.”

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

Marshall shook his head. “No. She never told me. She found out after we had broken up and decided she wanted to raise you on her own. I don’t blame her. The relationship didn’t exactly end too well.”

“Why?”

She was looking at him expectantly. Marshall wasn’t sure if it was his place to be telling her about his and Sue’s relationship, but he also figured she would have to know eventually. If he was about to become her sole guardian, she deserved to know the truth about why he hadn’t been around the first 14 years of her life.

“Your mom and I...we just weren’t right for one another,” he started. “We started dating back when I was struggling with drug addiction. I had already been in a shitty relationship years earlier, and I guess I just didn’t see the signs that things were going to be the same with your mom. We dated off and on for a couple years. We’d break up and then get back together a day or two later. We were always fighting, rarely ever had a nice thing to say to one another.  I thought that was love at the time because that’s what my previous relationship had been like and that’s how I was raised by my mom. But, here’s a piece of dad advice: that’s not love. Even if you think you love the person, if you’re always fighting and you’re always insulting one another, just end the relationship.”

(Y/N) nodded and gestured for him to continue with the story.

“So, eventually, I got sober. I needed to. I have three other children, two of which were still really young when I was struggling with addiction. I realized I needed to be there for them, both in the figurative sense that I couldn’t be high all the time and the literal sense that I needed to...well...I needed to be alive for them. I went to rehab, I got sober, I started working on myself. I came to this realization that, while I loved your mother, I wasn’t in love with her. Those are two completely different things. So, when I finished my treatments in rehab and came home, I went to her place and I told her that I was breaking up with her for good. No more on again, off again, no more fighting, no more us at all. Obviously, she didn’t take it very well. She yelled, she threw things at me, she called me every insult in the book. I just grabbed my things and got out of there. Never saw her again. Until yesterday, that is.”

Marshall sighed. “I don’t blame her for not wanting me to meet you. To her, I probably really broke her heart. I mean, we both thought we loved each other. We both thought it was a good relationship. But it wasn’t. It was best for us to be apart. And maybe it was also best that we took time to grow and mature before seeing each other again instead of trying to be civil for your sake. As much as I would’ve loved to know about you when your mom found out she was pregnant and be there while you were growing up, I also wouldn’t have wanted you to have to witness us fighting or have us ruining your big moments because we couldn’t put our differences aside. I did that with my first daughter, Hailie, and I know it was tough for her."

“It was tough not having a dad, either.”

Marshall nodded. “I know. My dad left when I was a baby. He didn’t try to get in touch with me until I got famous.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “That’s awful.”

“It is. So, I guess we have a few things in common.”

Silence fell upon them. (Y/N) took a sip of her juice and finally took a mouthful of the food in front of her. Marshall began to eat as well, hoping to end the tenseness in the room as soon as possible.

“My mom’s sick,” (Y/N) finally said.

“I know.”

“And I don’t really have any other family. My mom was an only child and my grandparents passed away years ago.”

“I know that, too. I was with your mom when your grandma passed away, actually. I didn’t get along with her very well, but I think she would’ve loved you if she got to meet you.”

“That’s what mom says, too.” (Y/N) looked down at her plate. “She told me about you because she said she wants me to have someone after she’s gone.”

“She told me that too.”

“So,” (Y/N) looked back up at him again. “I do want this to work out. I don’t want mom to have to worry about me while she’s sick. And, honestly, out of anyone who could’ve been my dad, I don’t think there could’ve been a cooler pick.”

Marshall chuckled, which caused (Y/N) to smile. It felt like the tension has lifted from the room the moment the corners of her lips turned up.

“I don’t expect you to want to spend every waking moment with me,” Marshall said. “No teenager ever wants that. But we do have 14 years of catching up to do.”

“Well, you have years of catching up with me. I Googled you, so I know basically everything about you.”

He laughed again. “Fair enough. Do you like video games? I own basically every console there is. We could start the father-daughter bonding by kicking each other’s asses.”

(Y/N) jumped up from her chair so quickly it took Marshall by surprise. “Bring me to this amazing gaming place you speak of.”

He laughed and stood to show her to where all of his gaming consoles were hooked up. He knew it was going to be a trying process to get used to having another kid in the house, but so far, he was definitely enjoying getting to be a father all over again.

[2manythoughtz]

Barbie has been deeply misunderstood?

The movie Barbie is still topic of many discussions among viewers and their different points of view. The Golden Globes have proved just why this movie was needed in the first place.

Recently some comments have been made during The Golden Globes that have left people thinking. For those who don’t know, The Golden Globes is an annual ceremony that takes place in the US and awards movies, TV series, actors and so on based on their categories and the votes are made by approximately 300 entertainment journalists from various parts of the world. As with all ceremonies, they must have a host who most of the time is someone famous in the entertainment industry and who is meant to make the night funny and unforgettable, sadly this year was not the case.

Jo Koy, who is a famous stand-up comedian and actor, was the host of this year’s edition and some of his jokes left people speechless. While most VIPs in the audience looked somehow confused and uncomfortable as he tried to get a few laughs from everyone. Of course, hosting is not an easy task, there’s a lot of pressure on the person and I’m sure they need a lot of time to prepare their jokes. That doesn’t excuse what has been said and, while no one in the audience said anything about it, the fans at home were not so silent on the matter.

While many lines were not appreciated, such as Jo Koy’s comment about Taylor Swift that left her fans bitter about it, one in particular really struck a nerve and everyone started talking about it on social media. “Oppenheimer is based on a 721-page Pulitzer Prize-winning book about the Manhattan Project, and Barbie is on a plastic doll with big boobies.” And if that wasn’t bad enough, he then added. “I don’t want you guys to think that I’m a creep. It was kind of weird being attracted to a plastic doll, just something about your eyes, Ryan…it’s not all about you Margot.” And finally. "The key moment in Barbie is when she goes from perfect beauty to bad breath, cellulite, and flat feet. Or what casting directors call character actor!"

As you can imagine, the Barbie cast was not too enthusiastic about these comments as they looked embarrassed rather than amused. People all over social media are criticizing Jo Koy for proving the movie’s point, just because the movie is about a “doll with big boobies” doesn’t mean that it’s something he can comment about so lightly. This misogynistic behavior is exactly why Barbie was made in the first place, to show people that in a world dominated by men, women will always be looked down upon, whether they’re real or just dolls.

But what is the Barbie movie about? Whether you love it or hate it, I think everyone agrees on the fact that the Barbie movie is a way to show people, mostly young women, that it’s hard to fit in today’s society. Women have been fighting for their rights for years, trying to become men’s equals while also feeling the pressure that has been put on them to be perfect no matter what. Barbie is about a doll, yes, but the story revolves around something deeper. The way Barbie slowly realizes that being imperfect is not a bad thing, it’s just a human thing, and the way she manages to understand her feelings as she evolves from feeling perfect to slowly wondering if there’s more to life is just eye-opening.

The movie discusses many topics and, while some of them may be a bit controversial, the main topic is womanhood. What is it to be a woman, what if feels to be a woman and how women are portrayed. So joking about Barbie’s body in a sexual way and the struggles she encounters is not only sickening but also embarrassing.

Greta Gerwig, the movie’s director, remained professional on her end and when asked to comment on Jo Koy’s words, she simply said. “Well, he’s not wrong,” she continued. “She’s the first doll that was mass-produced with breasts, so he was right on. And you know, I think that so much of the project of the movie was unlikely because it is about a plastic doll. Barbie by her very construction has no character, no story, she’s there to be projected upon.”

Even so, the Barbie movie won an award for best Cinematic and Box Office Achievement.

Speaking of awards, there’s something else we must address. Another misconception that shows just how everyone has misunderstood how deep the movie’s message is. In fact, most of the movie’s soundtracks were nominated as Best Song at the Critics Choice Awards and, as everyone expected What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish to be the winner, I’m Just Ken ended up winning that title. Yet again, it’s almost laughable as this song is basically a joke about the Kens feeling misunderstood and ignored by Barbie, while What Was I Made For is a song about womanhood and the hard feelings and fears that women live with. The award went to the only song made by a man that was up against the other 2 songs made by women for the same movie.

Ryan Gosling’s reaction has become viral online as you can see him confused and unamused by this unexpected victory. Yes, I’m Just Ken maybe became more popular because of the memes but to put it above a meaningful song such as What Was I Made For felt unreal. I’m not sure which was worse, Jo Koy’s jokes or this award.

What are you thoughts? Let me know!

[yelenasdiary]

Enough || Part III

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Is it possible for you to give Wanda another chance or will it cause more damage than good?

18+ MINORS DNI! – I am NOT responsible for the content you consume online. I’ve provided warnings, if you refuse to acknowledge them, this is at your own risk. 

| Angst, Fluff & Smut | 3.1K | Mentions of drinking and sex | Light language | Fingering (R receiving), Nipple play, (both receiving), thigh riding, Mommy kink |

Translation: miláčik (darling), srdiečko (sweetheart), dievčatko (baby girl), princezná (princess)

Key: e/c (eye colour)

AC: I love how this wasn’t intended to have a part 2 and now it’s got a part 3. Also, please bear with me Sokovia was bordered by Slovakia so Wanda speaks Slovakian in this.  Enjoy! (this better not get me banned lmao)

“What do you want, baby?” Wanda asked, repeating the same words you asked her months ago. Still speechless your mind running with many different thoughts. Her eyes looked hopefully for a positive answer, but your mind was clouded with what ifs. 

“I…. if you…I…Wanda” you stuttered trying to piece together your words, “I ca... I won’t be able to cope if you break my heart again. Everything you’re saying right now is just words and I was always told that actions speak louder than words” 

“Give me a little time to show you, please…please don’t leave…if you go” her eyes built up with tears as you slowly pulled your hands out of her hold. “Y/n, I can’t lose you again” 

Cold silence filled the room once again, this time you thought about things differently and wondered if giving her this once chance might be okay or would it ruin you even more. The hurt in her eyes gave you the same hurtful feeling you felt 7 months ago when she walked out the door, could you find it within yourself to do the same? Leave her with the broken heart to fix like she did to you? No, never. 

“One chance” you spoke ever so softly, “Once chance Wanda, it’s all I can give you…” you added. 

Wanda smiled lightly; her eyes showed a faint sparkle at your words. “Once chance” she repeated with a nod showing she understood that if she ruined this again, you’d never give her another. 

“I should go…I have some things to sort out” you made the excuse, wanting to give yourself time to think and really be sure this was a good idea. “Yeah, sure” Wanda walked you to the door, “Y/n” she spoke as you walked out. You turned around and were met with her big green eyes once again, “I meant what I said…I will give you my all”.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of your lips before you left.

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For a few weeks, Wanda took things slowly. She left mugs of hot coffee at your medical station every morning just moments before you arrived, so it was still hot. Then on your lunch break every second day she brought you over some lunch she’d make for you along with the two of you smiling at each other in passing. 

Things eventually turned into more public affection. When the team had game night or a relaxing night with popcorn and movies Wanda would always invite you. She’d drape an arm around you when nobody was paying attention and every time she did so, you snuggled closer to her to soak up her body warm that would keep you warm in the winter. Soon you found yourself in her room some nights with take-out and card games and watching sitcoms together while cuddled up in her bed. 

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t falling for her all over again although this time definitely felt different. A wave of love rushed through your body when she whispered sweet nothings to you while watching movies. You feel a sense of change deep within Wanda’s heart, but her eyes still begged for forgiveness. 

“Wands”

“Yes miláčik?” she replied twirling a lock of your hair as your head rested on her shoulder. You loved when she spoke Slovakian, you missed it. She used to only speak it when you’d spent the night in her bed.

“Tony is holding another one of his parties and I wanted to know if maybe you’d come…with me?” you asked slowly lifting your heard to look at her. 

“Are you sure? I want to of course but are you sure you want to take that step?” she looked into your eyes as you nodded. “I think we will be fine” you softly smiled. 

“Well then, of course I will come with you” Wanda replied with a kissed on the top of your head. 

----

You weren’t nervous about Tony’s party, but you could tell Wanda was. The two of you had been enjoying things as they were, just the two of you and her team working out that both of you were working things out together. 

“You’re nervous” you watched Wanda put on her boots on. 

“Not when I have you by my side” Wanda smiled up at you, “come on, we’ll be late” she added before grabbing her phone. 

The party was crowded, no surprises there. You, Wanda, Natasha, Clint, and Thor stood together as a group, drinking your drinks, and laughing at Thor’s best Tony impression. Wanda slightly stood behind you with one arm around your waist, every now and then she’d whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked and how lucky she was to be here with you. 

Everything was swell before Nat, Clint and Thor left you and Wanda alone for a while. 

“Wanda? Oh my god! Wanda! Hi!” a young dark hair woman stopped in her tracks, she was beautiful and no doubt Wanda’s type. Wanda looked at her confused as if she didn’t know who she was. “It’s me” the woman smiled, “It’s Charlotte” Wanda still looked confused, “we met at Tony’s last party? I was work the bar” the woman added, your heart sunk once Wanda realised who she was. 

“Oh, Charlotte, hi…uhm, how have you been?” Wanda asked with a fake smile. 

“I’m good! It’s been how long? Agh, I had so much fun that night” she smirked making you roll your eyes and slightly shake of your head. Wanda felt you move slightly away from her; her eyes look at you with a look of sorry written over her face. “Uh, yeah, it was a good night” Wanda replied in an uncomfortable tone. 

Charlotte lent in towards Wanda’s right hear and whispered something you couldn’t hear, the sound of plastic hitting the floor caught your attention. Your eyes dropped and saw a hotel key, Wanda’s eyes burned into you as Charlotte pulled away. “Oops! I’m always dropping things” Charlotte quickly covered up her sly attempt to hand Wanda the space hotel key.

 “Y/n, srdiečko, let’s go. I think we could use a refill” Wanda reached for you which you ignored. 

“Oh my! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t aware you were here with somebody” Charlotte played off. 

“I was literally standing next to Wanda but sure” you mumbled. Charlotte threw you a glare at your sarcasm. 

“Y/n, please, let’s just go” Wanda’s hand still reached out for you, “please” she mouthed. 

“I mean…if she’s not interest Wanda”

“Shut the hell up!” Wanda snapped at Charlotte giving her a glare that almost made her eyes flash red. To avoid a scene you grabbed Wanda’s hand, “let’s just go Wands” you looked at her. 

Wanda gently led the two of you out of the party, to the cold hall just outside the room. “This is why I was nervous” Wanda starts.

“Why? Because there’s a handful of people you’ve slept with here?” you snapped. 

“I know what it looks like, Y/n” 

“You do? Good because I didn’t want to have to ask you if you slept with her the night, you turned your back on us!” anger filled your body as you recalled the night many months ago. “Did you serious sleep with her after I told you I loved you?!” tears filled your e/c eyes. 

“No! I swear I didn’t! After I left that night…I got drunk, we had a few drinks, and she made a move, but I left. Nothing happened after that. We kissed and that was it” Wanda tried to explain. 

“I knew this was a bad idea! I knew I should’ve just left!” you mumbled to yourself, taking a few steps away from Wanda. 

“Y/n, please…don’t say that. We’ve been good recently, right? please don’t say this was a mistake” 

“Wanda how can I believe you? She literally tried to give you her hotel key, right in front of me may I add” you turned to look at her once again. 

“I was stupid, yes! But I’m not that low”

“What did she whisper to you?” 

Wanda shook her head, “It doesn’t matter” 

“What did she whisper Wanda? I want to know” crossing your arms over your chest. Wanda sighed, “she just said – “

“Word for Word” you cut her off. 

“I miss the chats we shared and laughs we made. I came here hoping you’d be here, I’m still open for a night of fun if you are” Wanda looked you in the eyes as she repeated word for word, “then she tried to slide me her hotel key” she added. 

“Is this what it’s going to be like? We’re at the mall and we run into another one of your one-night stands? Somebody you didn’t call back? People who want to repeat such a magical night with you?” uncrossing your arms and brushing your hair back behind your ear, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that when I said I’d give you another chance…and now I just- “

“Don’t say it…baby, please. Just forget about them, they mean nothing to me. You know this” Wanda stepped closer to you, her hands reaching for your hips. “I know I haven’t made things easy with this…I know we might get looks and whispers but honestly, let them. Let them whisper, let them look, let them run either mouth, let them be jealous that it’s you that I’ve fallen in love with” Wanda took the last step closer to you. Her hands rested on your hips; tear drops fell from your cheek. 

“You…you said you liked me” your mind replayed the moment weeks ago when Wanda confessed, she liked you. Wanda nodded, “I did but I’ve realised that losing you and the thought of not seeing you anymore is a reality I don’t want, and I think about you all the time” she caused a smile to from on your lips, “dievčatko, I think about you every night before a fall asleep and your still on my mind when I wake up. Seeing you even just for a moment makes my heart skip a beat, I think that means I love you” Wanda added. 

Any anger you had slowly faded away the longer you looked into her eyes. “You mean that?” you asked her, you just wanted to hear her say it again. 

“I do” she placed a kiss on your forehead, “I love you Y/n” she looked back into your eyes. Not giving it a second thought, your lips met hers for the first time in a long time. You pulled her closer as she deepened the kiss, holding you a little tighter at your hips. 

Only pulling away for air, you whispered against her lips, “let them talk, right?” 

“That’s right, let them talk baby” she kissed you once again. 

----

It was a little hard for the first few months when Wanda and you decided to make things official, going out for date night sometimes would be interrupted with a random person you’ve never seen before but they knew Wanda. She was nice to them but always kept the interactions short and sweet, always assuring to intro you to them. 

“This is my girlfriend, Y/n” always made you flush, and Wanda knew it, she saw the red that filled your cheeks, and she took pride in that. Any chance she got; she showed you off as her partner. One days where she wasn’t doing Avenger stuff, you’d find her and you in her bed cuddling or outside taking long walks. Most of your nights were spent with Wanda, she held you protectively as you’d fall asleep in her arms. She cooked for you, she continued to bring you coffee and lunch, she waited for you at the end of each shift as you would wait for her at the helipad whenever she would return from missions. 

Wanda just returned from a two-month mission, a wide smile on her lips the moment she saw you waiting. 

“Hi baby” you smiled, pulling her in for a long passionate kiss. 

“Mmm” she hummed, “Hi dievčatko” she smiled against your lips before kissing you once more. Wrapping her arms around you tightly. “God, I missed you and that accent” you giggled when she picked you and spun you around, “I missed you so much, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to call” she placed you back on your feet. “Don’t worry, I knew if something was wrong, I’d somehow find out” you stroked her cheeks with both hands, “you need a shower” you pointed out, wiping a speck of dirty from under her left eye. “Want to join me?” she whispered. You nodded; your bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

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Steam from the shower filled the Wanda’s bathroom as warm water ran over your naked bodies. The heated make out season only added to the steam fogging the mirror above the sink. 

“I hated leaving you” Wanda said as her lips moved to your neck, her hands running down your ribs to your hips. “I know, baby” you threw your head back gently against the wall to give her more access to your neck. Wanda left serval visible marks, soft moans left your lips when she toyed with your nipples, “Wands” you moaned when she pinched a little harder. Her lips latched onto your left nipple, your right hand resting on Wanda’s wet hair while you moaned once more. Releasing with a pop she returned the same attention to your right breast, her left hand creeping up your thigh. 

“Is it because of the shower or me?” she smirked after releasing your right breast from her lips. 

“Shut up” you playful shook your head pulling her back to your lips, another moan left your lips when Wanda rested her forehead against yours and moving her right thigh between your legs. “Cum on my thigh” she whispered before kissing your lips once more, her right hand lifting your left leg up slightly. You start rubbing yourself against her thigh slowly, moan more when she returned to leaving kisses on your neck. Eventually moving faster, one hand placed on the wall and the other pressed against the glass wall of the shower to keep your balance. Wanda’s hand squeezed your butt tightly as she helped guide you to move faster. 

“Harder” you huffed in a moan, her high rubbing your clit in the right stop to throw your head back once more. Wanda applied a little more pressure to her hold on you as you sped up the speed. “I’m gonna cum baby, fuck!” 

“Go on srdiečko” Wanda smirked. 

Hearing her accent cut the coil in your stomach, Cumming on her thigh with her name leaving from your lip’s serval times. Wanda held you up as you came down from your high, crashing your lips back on your hers once you were stable again. 

Your hands roamed her body like she did yours, caressing her breasts causing her to moan. “Baby don’t tease me today, please” she begged, “I’ve missed you” she adds was your lips worked down to her chest, taking her right nipple into your mouth, rolling your tongue around her harden bud. “That’s a good girl” Wanda moaned; her head thrown back as you pleasured her nipples. 

The two of you forgetting about the running water as your lips travelled further down her body before you rested yourself on your knees. “Look at me princezná” Wanda spoke before you kissed the inside of her thighs. You looked up at her, water droplets covered both of your faces.

“If you’re a good girl and make mommy cum, I’ll let you ride my fingers, okay?” she spoke. 

“Yes mommy” you nodded. 

“Go on baby, give mommy what she needs” Wanda smirked before spreading her lips wider for you. Gently you placed her right leg over your shoulder, leaving kisses on the inside of her thigh before licking one strip up through her folds where she needed you the most. 

“That’s it baby” she moaned once she felt you leave kisses on her outer lips before paying extra attention to her clit. Wanda used one hand to keep her steady while her other hand found your head and slightly pushing your further into her. You parted her outer lips with your tongue to expose the inner lips, and then kissed them softly earning another loud moan from Wanda, “srdiečko, don’t tease” she groaned. 

You smirked before dipping your tongue into her wet hole a few times before licking a few more strokes through her folds. “I swear to god dieťa!” Wanda moaned pushing herself more into you, that’s when you drew circles around her clit with your tongue. “Fuck, srdiečko! Your tongue is heaven!” she moaned once more. The more moans you got from her the faster you started lapping at her. 

“Keep going srdiečko, mommy’s gonna cum!” Wanda warned which only made you apply a little more pressure to her clit. “Yes!” she almost screams as she became undone, helping her ride out her high making sure none of her juices went to waste. 

“Maybe I should go away more often” Wanda caught her breath.

“I missed you mommy” you said as you got back on your feet, Wanda crashing her lips onto you again, moaning at the taste of herself on your lips. “You really did miss mommy, didn’t you” 

“I did” you nodded, “I best give you your reward than” Wanda winked, two of her fingers running through your folds. “Did making mommy cum make you more wet, srdiečko?” she asked. Again, you nodded, “please” you whimpered. 

“You’re such a good girl, using your manners” Wanda kissed your collar bone, using your slick to cover her fingers before easing two into your needy hole. 

“Oh, srdiečko, you’re so warm” she kissed your jaw, “and tight” her lips met yours again. You held onto Wanda’s shoulders, your nails digging into her skin as she started thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck!” you moaned when she went faster. “Mommy, you f-feel so good” your eyes rolled back to the back of your head. 

“Play with your little clit for me, srdiečko” Wanda instructed. 

You played with the bundle of nerves, moaning loudly when Wanda went slightly harder. Clenching around her fingers she knew you were close. 

“You’re close, you can cum baby” she kissed your neck once again. 

“Agh! I’m close” you didn’t quiet hear her words.

“I know, srdiečko, cum for mommy” she whispered in your ear pushing you over the edge once more. “I’ve got you” she said, slowly removing her fingers and holding you up as you returned to reality. 

Wanda helped wash you up before wrapping you in her robe and guiding you to the share bed, your body tired and worn out, not that you were complaining. 

“Go to sleep, srdiečko. I’m right here” you heard Wanda whisper before drifting off to sleep. 

[6mmad]

no sure if this is something you do, but if so... could you do the obey brothers with a selectively mute so // an so that only speaks with them out of anxiety? thank you, and love your writing sm!

obey me brothers with a selectively mute mc

a/n: you guys give me such good prompts to write, bless. also am learning a lot from them too

lucifer

lucifer has made it his job to make you comfortable. his brothers go on about how spoiled you are and honestly? they're right (just don't say that to his face)

lucifer is a busy man, but you'd be impressed at how quickly he'll set aside time for you if you want to talk. he says it's so you two can practice the skills your therapist told you to try but in truth, he just wants to hear his love's voice.

as long as lucifer is around, you won't be under pressure from royals wanting to meet the "new human." imagine diavolo's surprise when lucifer rejected a tea party invitation in your steed. your boyfriend doesn't mind of course, seeing you sigh in relief is all the message he needs to know that he's done the right thing. he'd hate to see you nervous

you have full and unlimited access to lucifer's office and room. he wants to you to be able to use them so you're safe, it's why the chaise couch in the corner has adopted more than several pillows and blankets. he'll turn the other cheek when you bring in a funny blanket that clashes horribly with his decor, although you can see him eyeing it.

the first time you verbally told lucifer that you loved him you barely got the words out before being pulled into a breathless kiss, lucifer's hands holding your own

"i've waited so long to hear you say that, mc. now i look like a fool who can't contain his feelings. i love you too mc, so very much"

mammon

to say mammon is smug would be an understatement. it's more like, he has a shit eating grin every-time his mc comes to him for conversation

of course, you get his full attention. he drops everything he's doing to fully listen, earning him one or several books to the head from school teachers who can see him ignoring a full lesson. but that doesn't change his habits, because i mean, what if he were to miss something you said????

be prepared to be pulled into his room on busy days. mammon knows that social settings can be draining so he makes sure to pull you aside for an impromptu movie date on his couch

and no! this isn't for you, he obviously just felt like watching a movie today...or something like that

the first time you verbally tell mammon that you love him he was left speechless soon before he pulled you close. you swore you could feel his heart beat all the way through his jacket

"ahh! don't...don't say things like that so suddenly!! of course i love you back.. i don't even have to tell ya, im sure you know that you're the only person i'll ever need.. i love you more than anything in all three worlds, mc"

levi

levi sympathized with your anxiety, he knew it wasn't to the same degree as his own but he felt a sense of comradeship with you nonetheless

levi allowed his room to be your sanctuary too. in fact, many of his brothers compare it to a married couples room, looking like it's lived in by two (much to his embarrassment)

your items are intertwined, you have your own blankets and pillows in his room and half of your wardrobe is now in his closet, just seeing it makes levi red in the face but he'd never change a thing about it

levi is your anchor, he knows just how to distract you when things get too overwhelming. pushing aside his own anxieties, he'll make sure to hold you close and talk you through any potential panic attacks, rubbing your back until your loss of breath ceases.

as your boyfriend, levi does his best to make the first move, taking your own anxieties into account. although you can both get awkward, levi finds you two's kissing mishaps funny. he snorts when you both clash teeth or bump noses, making your intimate moments a lot less nerve-wracking

the first time you verbally told levi that you love him, he dropped his controller from his hands in shock. before you had the chance to panic he buried his face in your shoulder

"I love you too!! I mean..uh.. no, I really do love you, mc. You really mean it? I can't believe I get to hear you say it to me too.."

satan

satan has never had an issue with your lack of verbal communication, he's only glad that you trust him enough to converse with him

the irony isn't lost on him, of course, you've placed your love and trust on the literal demon of wrath. but if you only knew that you have his own love and trust equally.

satan has absolute patience with you. he knows that speaking in social settings takes practice and if ordering an ice cream takes you twenty tries then so be it. you felt embarrassed and you wanna drive to different place? that's ok too, love, don't worry at all

unlike others, satan doesn't mind snapping at anyone in public. if they can't respect you and your efforts to speak then he won't respect their right to own a healthy face, it's that simple

satan is amazing at picking up your non-verbal cues. if you're too anxious to speak in public then he has no problem reading your body language. he knows you like the back of his hand and he can't help but laugh at your embarrassed face when he knows that you want a kiss

the first time you verbally told him that you loved him he laughed happily, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and hugging you so tight that you could feel his heart beat against your head

"You have no idea how much that means to me, mc. I love you too, so much more than you could ever even imagine."

asmo

asmo swears your voice has some sort of magic in it, cause how is it that he looks forward to it so eagerly every time?

asmo is your personal hype man, he'll support you through any and all social situations. even when you can't push yourself to talk he strives to soothe you through it. after all, the fact that you tried is enough for celebration

after being socially burnt out, asmo is the best to turn to. even with tears of frustration and anxiety involved, asmo gives you the best treatment ever, never loosing patience and respect for you while he wipes your tear streaked face.

asmo doesn't mind picking fights with his brothers for you. lucifer told you to order your own meal when you were having a bad day? don't worry, darling, he's on his way to that jerks office this instant! levi ignored you this morning? he knows just how to get back at him!

the first time you verbally told asmo that you loved him, he burst into tears but not before giving you a deep heartfelt kiss. It wasn't by any means his rehearsed kisses since you could feel his lips tremble, but it made it all the more meaningful for you.

"I love you too, mc. I love you so so so much, you have no idea. Even if this is the first and last time that you say this I don't care. I wouldn't trade this moment for the world"

beel

beel himself doesn't talk too much and truthfully, he loves you enough to be able to enjoy your presence even if you have nothing to say.

if you allow it, beel will take you anywhere that he goes, just the two of you against social situations. he doesn't think that your anxieties should prohibit you from enjoying life and having fun, in any case he'll keep you safe from the outside world.

beel's favorite moments are when you sit on his back while he does pushups and you just talk about your day. he thinks it's the cutest thing ever and he imagines what facial expressions you might be making as you tell him about what crazy things happened in your Spells class.

You never have to worry about being judged with beel by your side. Sometimes anxiety can make you say or do something you usually wouldn't do and Beel understands. Whether you yell or run away, he knows who his mc truly is. He just wants to you be safe.

the first time you verbally told beelzebub that you loved him he was at a loss for words but not soon before he caged you under him, his ears red

"mc...i love you too. im so glad...ah, you can hear my heart beat.. that's embarrassing"

beel tried to hold back, he really does, but from the gaze on your lips and your confession.. he fears that his self-control has reached its limit. you understand, dont you mc?

belphie

belphie would stay awake if it meant that you wanted to talk to him, even if he's fighting off his drowsiness

he loves knowing that you find comfort in him, it makes him a bit more giddy then he'd like to admit. although naturally, he has to tease you about it.

expect to have a clingy demon on your hands. you want him near don't you, mc? yes? then it's settled, your his new body pillow. and yes he kisses and leaves lingering touches on his body pillow, mc, he's the avatar of sloth he knows proper pillow techniques.

belphie is a natural jerk-repellent. nobody in RAD will pick on your anxious demeanor as long as he's glaring from behind you, at least until you turn around, otherwise he's sleeping like a baby (you saw nothing, mc)

the first time you verbally told belphie that you loved him he went red in the face, an expression that you rarely saw him wear

"You... Are you trying to make me loose my cool? Of course I love you too, mc... Say it again, please."

You'd never seen him so desperate to have you near before, but it was clear from his shaky hands that your confession meant more than he could ever describe in words.

selective mutism is a very real and unfortunately very misunderstood condition, if you guys wanna learn more, here is a credible text and video source written by medical professionals and/or people with personal experience. :-))

[akariamai]

Parody

Pairing: Matt Murdock x voice actor!reader

Word Count: 1199

He was surrounded by constant noise and oftentimes it became too much to bear. He never enjoyed it but he’d hone in to the conversations of others -- strangers. He didn’t consider himself to be a noisy person. It was just a necessary act of salvation for his sanity. A habit of drowning out the rambunctious noise with a singular conversation and quiet the voices of the world outside his apartment. It was easier picking someone speaking to themselves. From the ones he remembers, he’d rarely pick up on interesting conversations. Most people were encouraging themselves to ask someone out or praise themselves in the bathroom mirror.  

The noises were becoming louder, overwhelming his senses again, so he picked up on his new neighbor. They’d recently moved into the apartment below his and he had yet to run into them. From the tone of her voice alone, he did not want to meet them. Their voice rang out like in a stereotypical and judgmental tone of voice. It was bothersome with a hint of aggression. He should have chosen someone else but the words they were saying were strange.

“After what he did to me?” There was no one else in her apartment. She wasn’t talking on the phone either. She was alone and eerily sitting quietly. It almost seemed as if she were waiting for someone to respond. “I went to jail! I learned things, terrible things.”

Silence encapsulated her apartment before she said, “I spent six months at a correctional facility!” There was a prominent annoyance enfolding in her voice. It was laced with a stereotypical tone only heard in teen movies and shows of the spoiled mean girl.

“Who said anything about Rin? I stabbed a girl in the yard!” Matt tried to listen more, but the conversation seemed to have ended right then and there. Her voice was replaced with the clicking sounds of a keyboard being used. He concluded the conversation, if it could even be called that, ended. This abrupt ending only left him with questions and no answers. Who was Rin? Who did she stab? Is she going to stab someone else? Is she a threat so some kind?

Matt was left rendered speechless and investigative. He didn’t know anything about his neighbor, nor had he had the chance to officially meet her. Their schedules didn’t align. He left for work relatively early, trying to look professional towards any potential client, however his neighbor didn’t seem keen on leaving her apartment much. It almost seemed as if she knew whenever he wasn’t around. Like she was intentionally avoiding him. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence.

From his office, he would listen to her leave her apartment. For weeks she would leave her apartment sporadically. Shopping for groceries or grabbing an occasional coffee whenever she ran out of coffee beans.

Foggy questioned him and Matt decided to tell him of what he had overheard. Freaking out the poor man and scaring him away from Matt’s apartment for the foreseeable future. Matt’s laugh rang out as Foggy sarcastically shouted, “This is not a laughing matter, Matthew.”

Finally, the time came about where their schedules plans. She was, unfortunately leaving, and he was walking up to his apartment. He took the chance to pretend to clumsily stumble into her.

“I’m so sorry.” She said steadying his body, “Are you okay?” Her voice was completely different from what he heard a few days ago. There was no semblance of the snobby mean girl voice that rang throughout her apartment. Her voice, in this moment, was soft and empathetic. It left him puzzled to no end. He knew it was her who spoke in her apartment. There was and has been no one else.

“I’m alright.” He gently grabbed her arm to anchor himself to the ground. “It was my fault.” It truly was his fault. He knew the step was an inch taller than what he pretended it was. It was his one of the many ways to successfully gain the attention of women.

“Do you need help?” She graciously offered. Her outward personality didn’t scream ‘danger.’

“I don’t want to be a bother.” He pleasantly smiled. His cane was placed within his hands, he didn’t even notice it had fallen, “Thank you.”

“It’s no bother at all. If it was, I wouldn’t have offered.” She kindly offered him her arm as he told her where he was going.

“Are you new?” He asked fishing for more information on the woman, “I never heard you before.” Lies spilled out of his lips flawlessly. He’s heard her plenty. Whether she typed on her computer or moved around in the apartment. He needed insight on her.

“I just moved in,” She causally mentions right when they make it to his door, “Here you go.” He needed more time. It frustrated him that he didn’t wait at the bottom to stumble into you.

“Thank you,” His words faded to wait for her to mention her name. “[Reader].” She gave him a name. A starting point.

“I’m Matt,” He offered her a handshake. Her hands were rough, filled with callouses, and he was afraid to let her go.

“It was nice meeting you, Matt.”

~~~

Her name brought up nothing. No legal issues. No arrest records. Not even a speeding ticket. Nothing to her name. He heard her though, yesterday, talking about her parole officer. She was a mystery and he needed to find out if she was a threat of any kind.

“But I don’t have time to worry about that. My parole officer says I need more extracurriculars, and they said they won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles, it’d deemed ‘inappropriate’ and ‘I have to leave.’”

Those were the words he heard yesterday. He had never heard of a parole officer checking up on her. Maybe that’s where she went the day they met. Maybe she was leaving early and that’s the reason why she helped him up the stairs. She was meeting her parole officer.

“Matt, I think I found the reason why she might be saying crazy shit in her apartment.” Foggy said, carrying his laptop towards Matt’s office, “She’s a parody voice actor. She’s acting.” He played the audio of one of the episodes and he hears the familiar voice.

A loud gasp filled the semi-empty office, “The muscles... I ship them! Them! They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!”

“Hey. We try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”

“Hahaha. I’m looking for my brother, Matsuoka Rin.”

“Rin.” The voice of a man sounds out. Matt could tell he was pondering over the name, “Oooh, 6’2, shark teeth, cries when you call him bitch baby?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

Foggy laughs, as the parody plays in the background, “We did all this work for a parody voice actor.” They’d spent office hours trying to find information about her and it was all for nothing. It was better than pretending to be busy. “How could you not know?”

“I don’t know.”

Masterlist

[dekusheroacademia]

Heroes Rising novel translation (6/7)

This is a translation (part 1) of the novelization of Heroes Rising. The novel has been written based on the movie (written by Anri Yoshi, who also writes the School Briefs). There is no English translation, so I am translating from the Italian version.

This is THE scene.

part 1 here - part 2 here - part 3 here - part 4 here - part 5 here

Scene 9 (Deku giving Bakugou One for All)

Now that he (Nine) had found Katsuma, he started advancing towards him with an arrogant smile. Bakugou was visibly upset, until Izuku's voice called him. When he turned around, the other was looking at him with eyes full of plea and challenge, and his voice was serious.

"There is one way... only one way..."

At those words, Bakugou frowned, but he immediately guessed what the other was trying to say.

"....!"

He was speechless, seeing Izuku push his own left hand towards him, the same hand that was wounded and bloodied. The words of the greatest hero were filling both of their chest.

"My quirk, it is like the Olympic flame, someone passed it to me... it is the power to give power..."

Izuku was about to give Bakugou One for All. His fingers, stretched and shaking, were covered in blood. To give One for All it was indispensable to have the will to do so, to be able to allow the one's own DNA to fuse with the recipient's. In other words, Izuku wanted to donate him his quirk through the DNA in his own blood. For a moment, Bakugou hesitated, thinking.

Even if he knew that that power existed, he had never wanted it. He was sure he already had the strenght he needed to get to the top. But for a useless nerd/puppet...

When he was younger, when he had fallen into the river, that childhood friend of his had offered his hand and asked: "Are you okay?" From that moment, that moment where it had seemed like Izuku had noticed that spark of fear Bakugou had, Izuku had become someone to hate. He had felt an undefined, hard to pinpoint, disgust, a sensation that persisted even now. The recklessness with which he had followed his dream of become a hero and had thrown himself into danger, even without a quirk... his bottomless stupidity with which he was giving away the quirk he finally had obtained... Not even a whole life would have been enough for Bakugou to understand, and he did not want to. 

He was reluctant. But that was the best choice they had, and the only chance at victory. 

"K-kacchan."

"Heroes have so many people to protect... that is why I won't lose!"

"Deku..."

Izuku desperately stretched the tips of his fingers, and finally, Bakugou started to do the same.

"A hero always destroy any obstacle!"

Protect and win. Both stretched their fingers, convinced that this was the only way. For a second, the shaking tips of their fingers missed each others for the agitation, but soon they were back to desperately search for each others, one to give, the other to receive.

Finally, the tips of their fingers touched. When Izuku's blood slid into his wounds, a great power spread through Bakugou. A great strenght pooled into his fisted hand.

Determined to get to Katsuma, Nine was surprised by a powerful light and the roar of an explosion. His familiars, which had been trapping the kids up till now, came out of the dust before crumbling like sand, moaning in pain.

"What..."

Among the fog, Izuku and Bakugou were back on the ground. Nine wiped away the cloud of dust, ready, eyes on the sudden anomaly. In front of his eyes, the two teens slowly stood up.

"After this, will you still be able to use it?"

"I don't know... but... All Might protected us with the last embers of his power, even after he passed the quirk."

(... brief description of Katsuma and Mahoro going to Shoji)

"Your dream will end here too, you know that right?" 

"I don't care. There is no other way. And All Might won't mind that it is you. Someone who knows the secret and admired the same person I did..."

Izuku's voice had only trust and convinction, which did not fail to provoke some kind of disgust in Bakugou's heart. Disgust born from the absolute absence of any hesitation in throwing away his dream and giving his life to save someone else.

When Bakugou had found out about One for All, after the fight where they had opened their heart to each others with the utmost sincerity, Bakugou had started to perceive it. That characteristic that the hero he had always adored also had. This hero they both admired was the sole reason that bound together two kids who were so different.

"All Might is really great!"

"I will also become a hero like him!"

They both had pointed at the same person, Bakugou admiring his infinite strengh and Izuku his infinite kindness.

"In any situation, at the end..."

"He always win!"

"Even if the situation is desperate..."

"He saves people with a smile!"

Keeping in their heart the admiration that they had had as children, they both collected their power. 

[ladyzirkonia]

The Crossing

This one is for you my beloved @lightwise. I wrote my thoughts down while the episode was released and decided to take some screenshots. Not profread just copied the text and added the pictures.

This is still one of my all time favorite episodes.

Well, first of all, the scenery, the planet, the colors, the music that really appealed to me. You have to know that as a geologist I love deserts and sandstone formations. Unfortunately we don't have much of that in Europe, I was in America for three weeks once, that was the most wonderful thing I've experienced from a geological point of view.

Back to geology. The mine and that mineral they're supposed to extract. Needless to say, I would be there right away? Super interesting, I would of course pee my pants with fear, but what the heck. That sounds like an adventure to my taste.

I can't stop staring at Tech's tight Star Wars ''jeans''. This episode it's even a bit dustier and dirtier from the environment. Please don't blame me! (Where the thirst started ;))

I just have to mention again how beautiful these sandstone formations are. I read somewhere that someone wrote about Space Utah and I think that's 100% correct.

(And just a random Sergeant picture for you, because he's hot and we can, look at this man.)

And then comes the absolute lion king moment! That can only be intentional, right? I was really scared for a moment because I associated the scene so closely with The Lion King. It was one of my favorite movies as a kid and the scene where Mufasa dies still makes me cry sometimes. I mean, those critters literally look like space antelopes, don't they?

Oh man and I felt SO sorry for Wrecker! How heartless Tech sent him back down to get the Ipsium. ''What about protecting me?'' I just wanted to shout I protect you. And again a very uneasy feeling watching the animals trample over him, maybe that traumatized me more than I thought as a child.

And how Tech then just take the container himself, hello? I mean we already talked about him being a good fighter just like his brothers. But you're just not used to the autistic nerd being so physically fit. That's pretty hot. (Edit: Still a shrimp, we love it)

And the next argument between Tech and Wrecker. It's hard to defend Tech because he's really acting like an ass. You can tell how depressed Omega is in this situation and Hunter is just trying to hold everything together. I really feel sorry for him because I can't imagine he's doing really well, but as a parent, you always have to hold back your emotions. But isn't it clear here that the group has been thrown off balance? That they obviously care that Echo is gone, as some have complained after the last episode?

''What is your issue'' really wanted to make me scream.

And Omega's angry face afterwards. I just want to jump in and smooth things out. I mean it's nothing new that kids get traumatized in Star Wars. Boba didn't exactly have the dream childhood either, but I don't think it was worked out anywhere and thought about it, it's so wonderful.

And props to Wrecker I had to laugh SO MUCH as he looks at Tech afterwards and shakes his head in slight disappointment after she left just wonderful, so many little details anyway and the facial expressions just lovely.

And then comes THE moment. I mean this man just doesn't hesitate for a second and jumps after Omega, into the dark, into the unknown, he could just die but he doesn't hesitate. I'm just so speechless, if this isn't even a complete unconditional love father/brother moment I don't know what is.

It just seemed to me, but the way Hunter looked after they both fell, it felt like he could really sense that something was wrong and that they were both in danger, which I found really interesting.

The cave they end up in is so beautiful. But apart from that, I would have died of fear if I had been pulled under the water like that. And the moment when Tech is on the ground and lifts his goggles slightly to let water run out, another cute little detail!

And then comes the conversation, I don't even know if I want to go into all of this here, you could probably write an essay about that alone. I'll just sum it up, it was wonderful, it touched me and I think a lot of people who can identify with it did too. That there isn't just one way to express your feelings, that just because you don't show obvious feelings doesn't mean you don't have any or don't care. Most of the time when I'm feeling really bad I don't talk to anyone and you might think the same thing that I don't care about anyone and don't care, but that assumption couldn't be more wrong. I feel for Tech, I feel his words, I think that's one of the best lines of the season as well as his ''Understanding you does not mean I agree with you'' from season one. I'm jealous that despite everything he can express exactly how he feels, that he doesn't know how to feel about the changes.

And the first time, the first time they say they're a family, not just a squad, and Tech confirms it, that made me so happy. The scene is so beautifully acted, the facial expressions are so good. How Tech falters in the meantime and struggles for words, not at all self-confident and precise as usual. That made me so happy.

I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you. The sentence!!! And if he feels that way about Echo, how about Crosshair? His brother, who he's known since they were little? I'm crying! I really can't wait to see you all again Crosshair, it's getting so emotional!

And that it's just Tech who is allowed to shoot the Ipsium, no, not Hunter but Tech, how he holds the blaster with both hands, yes, we already had the topic of weapons, but that's just hot too. Now imagine some target practice with Tech or Crosshair, or best of all with both, I'd be a nervous wreck!

Did I mention that Tech sometimes walks a bit stacked, like a giraffe? It's hilarious, I had to remember that Penny once called Sheldon a giraffe. These tall, lanky nerd boys, I'm in love. (Here comes the shrimp again!)

And the perfect ending as Omega just uses Tech's words to keep morale up and he gives her a slight smile. Bonding mission successfully completed I would say!

Lot's of love and may the force be with you my space sister.

[0rah-s]

Content : teeth-rooting fluff, gn reader, normal au, use of pet name: dear, dove, angle

(im so sorry, english isn't my first language *cries*)

Kazuha loved his life as a wanderer, but when he met you he discovered a new found comfort in the little domestic acts of his everyday life with you.

Yesterday you both watched a Christmas horror movie (a recent invention from fontain), and although he felt bad for the way you were shivering in fear, his heart fluttered as your warm arm embraces his seeking comfort.(maybe your frightened face was worth it if he gets to be so close to you, I hope you can forgive him! ).

On this snow white day, you were both putting up Christmas decoration around the house, the glimmers of each orb and light lit up your eyes making the moment even more magical. You had just finished to put on the light on the tree, the only thing missing now was the star. But since the tree was quite tall you couldn't reach it.

"Kazuha dear?" You turned your figure toward your boyfriend that was just done putting the ginger bread in the oven, "yes dove?"

"I can't reach the top, can you help me?" As anyone else would have, you had expected him to go fetch a stool or use his anemo vision. As he made his way up to you, your cheeks couldn't help but heat up -he was just so perfect. Your eyes focused on his tender ones then moved to his shoulders, then his snow white hair bouncing up and down as he walks up to you. You cannot count how many people would kill to have him! But even if he had the whole world under his feet, he would still have eyes only for you. How in all of teyvat have you managed to find a man like that?

His calloused hand brushing yours pulled you out of your trance; they were so warm, and above all- they felt like home.

"Y/n?" He asks as he tilts his head and smile in a way that makes your stomach churl.

"Yes!" You jolt flustered. He chuclkles in response. Sigh. His laugh, it made you melt like chocolate. But ah! Concentrate!

You tried to give him the star but he pushed it back in your hand. You looked at him in confusion which made him laugh some more. Before you had the time to ask about his odd doing, he gingerly placed his hands on your waist and spun you around to face the tree. If being flustered could kill, this would have done it, you would be 6 feet under by now. He lifts you up effortlessly so that you are face to face with the very tip of the tree but then.. you blanked... All of this happened so slowly yet so fast?? After what seemed like an eternity of precessing your emotions, you hear his sweet voice once again.

"Is everything alright, angel?" Snapped out of your train of thought for a secound time now, you hurriedly put the star on trying not to make any of the already placed decoration fall. He lifted you up and placed you down so effortlessly you were left speechless. Was it due to his sword training? Or perhaps his life in the wild? Either way no matter what you weighed, be certain that he could carry you just as easily. When you feet finally meet the ground, you were left in awe.

Even on the ground his hands never left your waist, he turned you around once more to face you. You could have sworn the world outside you had stopped: you couldn't hear the birds singing anymore nor could you hear the neighbour's christmas chant. The snow also seemed to fall much slower. You're falling in love with him all over again.

In a slow and gentle manner kazuha's hand left you waist and found its way all the way to you cheek.

"May i ?" He said with his ussual calm voice (however you did not fail to notice his rosy cheeks)How could you possibly refuse? You gave him the warmest smile you could make out as a yes, you closed your eyes as he leaned in.

The kissed wasn't sensual or aggressive in anyway. No one was fighting for dominace nor was there an excessive amount of tounge. It felt like a ballad, his lips serenaded and his breathing enchanted you. Pure and intimate.

To both of your dismay, you had to part for air. Kazuha's loving gaze never faltered and you were left more enamoured with him than you thought was possible.

The rest of the evening was mostly silent but just as loving. At the very end of the night, as he put you to bed (exhausted from the multiple celebration out with your mutual friends) your tired ears could make out a gentle:

"Sweet dreams my dear, and merry Christmas."

@sinhasfluffyheadfur

@2022gisecretsanta

[aurumacadicus]

For the writing meme prompt thing:

Pairing: WinterHawk, Stony

Theme: Mars Attacks! (1990 something sci-fi comedy movie)

I know nothing about Mars Attacks!, and I will not be remedying this by looking up the synopsis.

--

“Did you say Martians?” Bucky asked in disbelief as he watched Clint suit up. He could technically suit up as well, but this seemed more like a diplomacy mission than a fight, so he would leave it up to the main team. Most aliens got upset when they realized how many knives were on his person at all times.

Clint sighed tiredly, fussing with one of his holsters. “Yes. Apparently they’ve been living underground. God, I don’t wanna gooo,” he whined, bouncing in place for a moment just to get some of his bad energy out. “I fucking suck at diplomacy but they want us to present a united front which means the whole main team has to go and I’m gonna be so fucking bored!”

“Yeah, with Steve and Tony there to do most of the talking, I think--” Bucky began.

The door to their room burst open, and Tony threw himself inside, nearly foaming at the mouth as he snarled, “Clint, tell Steve that I can go to Mars!”

“Tony can go to Mars,” Clint allowed, confused, as Steve chased Tony inside, grabbing for him.

Tony was an eel, easily slipping out of Steve’s frantic hands as he shouted, “HA! Clint says I can go!”

“Clint doesn’t have all the facts,” Steve snapped, harried, and finally caught his shirt and dragged him closer to grab.

Clint and Bucky watched, speechless, as Tony turned and punched Steve in the face, hard enough that Steve fell. Steve hadn’t let go of him though, so Tony was yanked to the ground with him. They began to wrestle. Tony was using his teeth and aiming for sensitive spots.

“Will you fucking help me?!” Steve shouted at them after a particularly vicious elbow to his left kidney.

“I’m not stepping near that,” Clint answered immediately, because Steve was clearly trying not to hurt him and he wasn’t one to step into other people’s affairs unless someone was going to be hurt.

Bucky crossed his arms, scowling. “He’s using his teeth. I don’t fuck with him when he’s feral enough to use teeth.”

“Why can’t Tony go to Mars?” Clint added, raising an eyebrow.

Steve opened his mouth, but all that came out was a punched-out sound when Tony rammed his elbow into his other kidney. Tony took that moment to shout, “THEY COULD HAVE SAVED OPPORTUNITY AND THEY DIDN’T.”

“Oh, then no, he can’t go to Mars,” Clint said, and Tony howled in betrayed dismay.

Bucky turned his stunned expression on him. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

“I’ll explain it later,” Clint sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

[rogueonestan]

when all is said and done

pairing: marc spector x avatar!reader

word count: 2.2k

summary:  when the fight with harrow is finally over, you and marc share a special moment.

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It’s over.

It’s all really over. Harrow, the threat of Ammit, everything- it’s finally over. The bed beneath adjusts to your weight as you sit down, making you go up and down, up and down. Everything that happened in the past week seems like some kind of dream. One day, you’re in a random city in a random country, sent on another mission by the god you serve. Then on one afternoon, you’re sent to a meeting with the Ennead, where the threat of Harrow was brought up by Marc. Seeing Marc again itself seemed like a dream. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in months, thanks to the busy lifestyles you both have as avatars- or had, as Marc is no longer serving Khonshu. He asked you for your help to stop Harrow when the rest of the avatars refused to get involved, you, on the other hand, weren’t able to do the same. You knew people would get hurt if you didn’t intervene, so the last thing you thought would happen, happened that day- Marc was back in your life again. At first, you only agreed to help him because people’s lives were at stake. Being around Marc was painful, especially with how the two of you left things when you saw each other last, but you had to set your personal feelings aside- for the better good. “What do we do now?” You ask. “Do we go our own separate ways?” “If that’s what you want. You agreed to help me stop Harrow, and you did just that. You’re free.” “And what about you? What is it that you want?” You ask as a confused look appears on his face. Nothing comes out of Marc’s mouth for the next minute. Expressing his emotions has never been his strong suit, in fact, it’s a big reason why the two of you drifted apart over the past few months. Your days went from being filled with the messages you would get from Marc to radio silence from him. You always had assumed he found someone better than you or just lost interest over time. He knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words can’t seem to leave his mouth. He wants to tell you he never wants to leave your side again, how a part of him felt empty when the two of you weren’t together but that emptiness in his chest went away when you came back into his life, how the butterflies in his stomach returned again when you grabbed his hand out of instinct during the fight against Harrow- everything he felt with you during your relationship returned during the past forty-eight hours. He never wants that feeling to go away. He just wants you. Rather than saying some kind of heartfelt confession as you’ve seen in so many movies, something you’ve always mocked whenever the two of you watched a really bad rom-com during one of your dates, his hands simply grab yours. A simple gesture that speaks volumes. It’s an unspoken thing between the two of you. Whenever things got too hard and simply needed the comfort of the other, or you simply grabbed his hand out of pure happiness, the simple act of grabbing the other’s hand shows how actions convey how you feel without messing it up with words. Just like now- Marc doesn’t have to say a single word for you to know how he feels. “We’re better together than apart.” He tells you. “You make me feel safe. You’re the one thing I think of when I wake in the morning. No one else has ever made me feel the way you do.” He admits. Now it’s your turn to be speechless. Normally you’re able to say something in response, tell him that he means as much to you as you do to him, but not a single word leaves your mouth. Marc’s confession truly left you at a loss for words. Normally, it’s the other way around. When the two of you used to spend most of your mornings together, sweet confessions like this usually happened, but they always came from you, never Marc. He’s never been the type to be expressive, he usually does so with the way his hands roam your body when spending the morning together in bed. It’s his way of showing you what he’s thinking when words fail to do so. You let your actions do the talking for you, rather than ruining it with words, without thinking twice about it, you close the distance between the two of you and wrap your arms around his neck. His arms immediately wrap themselves around your waist in response. Everything that happens within the next few minutes happens so naturally. Your head fits perfectly into the side of his neck. His head slightly drops down, the feeling of his curls tickling your exposed skin. A smile appears on your face, all of this reminding you of old times. All of this is so familiar yet it’s something you’ve ached for so long. His steady breathing matches yours. It calms you down. It helps you clear your mind. The familiar scent of his makes your eyes flutter shut. Just as you’re able to clear your thoughts, one single action from Marc makes you finally lose control. He first placed his hand on your hips, an action in itself that takes your breath away, but the continuing action makes your heart race faster than you ever thought possible. His hands roam ever so gently from your hips to the side of your torso, to your elbow. Rather than his touch continuing to migrate upwards, his hands stay there. The feeling of his thumb gently caressing your skin should calm your nerves, but it does the complete opposite. It feels as if your heartbeat is racing rapidly in your throat. It’s the same feeling that you get moments before the first kiss with a crush. The heart racing, the sweaty palms, the nervousness- all of which you’re currently feeling. And though his actions make him seem confident, the same feelings are going through his body as well. His hands softly stroke your soft skin, the feeling of his rough skin touching yours balances the nervous feeling that remains in the pit of his stomach. None of this should be scary- it’s something the two of you have done on numerous occasions before, but after all this time, you still manage to take his breath away even when you haven’t done a thing. If he were to lock his eyes with yours at this very moment, he would lose complete control and do the very thing he’s been wanting to do for so long, so he takes his time. His hands continue to roam your arms. The only exposed skin of yours that remains is the side of your neck. His index finger mindlessly traces random patterns there. A shiver runs down your spine. This moment feels like it goes on for an eternity, not that either of you is complaining. If possible, Marc would spend the rest of his days like this with you- just pure bliss. The feeling of your breath hitting his arm makes his heart skip a beat. He needs more. So, with a touch as light as a feather, his thumb and index fingers gently grasp your chin, forcing your eyes to meet with his. The soft gaze you give him makes his heart skip a beat, beating nearly as fast as yours. The only thing he wants to do at this very moment is to close the distance between you two, but he waits. His face inches towards you, both of his hands now cupping your cheeks. When his face is only an inch or two away from yours, your eyes flutter shut, waiting for the feeling of his lips to mold perfectly with yours, but that moment never comes. Instead, the feeling of lips appears in random spots, never knowing where the next one will be. First, his lips collide with your forehead. Then, a kiss on the high points of your cheekbones, left then right. Then the apples of your cheeks. Rather than the next kiss being a peck, the feeling of his lips lingering on the tip of your nose. Then, nothing. Just when you’re about to open your eyes and do the one thing you want to do more than anything, he beats you to it. The feeling of his lips finally colliding with yours was worth the wait. The way your lips mold perfectly with his, your lips moving in sync with his, takes your breath away. Your arms were lazily wrapped around his neck this entire time, but without thinking, your grasp around him tightens, trying to get him as close as possible. Both of your bodies are skin-to-skin, but even that doesn’t feel close enough. And Marc feels the same. His hands that were cupping your cheeks just moments ago, now grasp your hips, tugging you closer to him, if that’s even possible. It’s the last thing you want to do at this very moment, but your lips unclasp themselves from his, needing to take a second or two to recover from your breath literally being taken away. Your hands unwrap themselves from his neck to gently place on his chest. The feeling of his heart rate rapidly beating under your touch. A soft laugh leaves your lips as your eyes lock with his, trying to take in everything about this moment as much as you can. His breath fans over your lips as he does the same. If he were to die right now, Marc would die a happy man, feeling nothing but pure bliss at this very moment. You need to feel the feeling of his lips on yours again. The second time your lips touch his, it’s tender. There’s no rush for anything. You’re not tugging each other so that you can get as close as possible. This time, one of your hands remains on his chest while the other lazily wraps around his neck. His hands move from grasping your hips to gently cupping your cheeks, trying to deepen the kiss as much as he can without changing the pace his lips are moving against yours. Nothing about this kiss is rushed. everything just feels right. It feels almost as if no time has passed, like this is just another kiss the two of you used to share every morning. Everything about it is so familiar. The way your lips move perfectly with his, the way your fingers slightly tug at the ends of his curls, a desire to make this kiss last for as long as possible without interruptions. Everything about this is perfect. None of you ever want this moment to end. Everything about this moment is perfect. The way your lips perfectly mold with Marc’s, the way his hands went from cupping your cheeks to tenderly roaming to wherever he can get to. His coarse hands roam all over the exposed skin of your arms. The feeling itself sends a shiver down your spine. It’s a feeling you’ve missed every day since the day you parted. “I’ve missed you.” You admit, the words barely able to come no longer than a whisper. “So have I.” The words come out almost as loud as yours did if that’s even possible. The two of you didn’t dare to speak an octave louder than a gentle whisper, afraid that this would be some sort of dream and none of this would be real. Marc has to know this is all real, not some cruel joke his mind decided to play on him after finally getting the rest his body definitely needs, so the grasp he has on your arms tightens. It steadies him. It’s all real. This is actually happening, not some dream he may forget by the time morning comes. A soft sigh leaves his lips when he realizes this. His head bows down, and the warmth of your forehead radiating against his help with the rapid heart rate of his. No one’s been able to make him feel the way you do. Just a simple gaze coming from you makes his heart skip a beat. Even right now, his palms sweat at the thought of holding your hand again. “What does this mean for us? Where do we go from here…?” You ask. “Maybe we could have a normal life.” A soft laugh leaves your mouth. It’s all you could ever ask for and more. “I don’t think that’s possible- everything with us has been anything but normal.” “So, how do we do this?” He asks. “First, no more secrets between us.” He nods his head in agreement. There’s so much he wants to tell you, especially from the time you were apart, but that’s for another time. The only thing he wants to do right now is to have you wrapped in his arms, the closest feeling that will feel like home. So, he just rests his eyes and focuses on your breathing and lets his worries about the future behind. He already has everything he needs- you.

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Birthday Cowgirl"

*Contains sexual content and feminization also happy birthday Hangman Adam Page! You sexy cowboy himbo!*

It's Adam's 32nd birthday and well...he's a little nervous about what's he's about to do when he leaves the bathroom. He just patched things up with the Dark Order and more specifically with his boyfriends Alex Reynolds and John Silver and they bought him a special little outfit to try on tonight. The panties were light pink and made of lace with little bows on the sides which were snug and showed the outline of his half hard member. The matching bra was also pink and lacy with little bows on them and also showed off his pecs and chest hair perfectly. To top the outfit off Adam had on a soft pair of pink and white striped socks that went up to his knees.

After tightening the bra so it could accentuate his pecs better, Adam took a deep breath and walked out the bathroom. Alex and John were only wearing their boxers and talking about the Barbie movie they all saw earlier when Adam walked out and the moment they saw him they were left speechless. Adam was trembling with nervous energy and arousal when he felt his dick get fully hard and stretch out the soft undergarment. He was about to go back into the bathroom when Alex got up from the bed and walked towards Adam and put his hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply.

"You look absolutely beautiful baby girl" Alex says while caressing Adam's cheek with his thumb. All of Adam's nerves went away when he felt John hug him tightly from the front. "Awww our little cowgirl looks absolutely scrumptious in her new outfit we got her!" John says as he nuzzles his head on Adam's chest. Adam blushes at the nicknames because he loves when he gets called a girl and wears lingerie in the bedroom, it makes him feel soft and tiny considering he acts like a badass cowboy at work. "Y-you really like it?" Adam says while blushing and hiding his face with his hair.

Alex tilted Adam's chin up and Adam nearly melted at the seductive look Alex had on his face. "Sweetheart... we wouldn't have bought it if we thought you wouldn't look super adorable in it right John?" Alex says while John was shaking his head in agreement while bouncing his feet. "Yeah! Yeah! You don't wanna know how many teeth I had to get so the tooth fairy can give us enough money to buy this for you!" John says with a smile which causes Adam to giggle.

"What about you go lay down on the bed like a good girl and let me and John take care of you for your birthday ok?" Alex says which causes Adam to whimper and blush intensely. When Adam is laying flat on his back on the bed, Alex bends Adam's legs while John gets between them. Adam can feel John's puffs of air on his dick through the panties which causes Adam to whimper and a tiny wet spot to form on the fabric. "Look Alex! Our precious girl is getting wet! She must really like this! So can I start please?" John asks excitedly while rubbing his hands up and down Adam's sock covered legs.

"Yes Johnny you can start on her down there while I start on her soft pretty tits up here" Alex says as he then kisses Adam and pinches his hard nipples through the bra which causes Adam to moan during the kiss. Adam then feels John pull down his panties and lick a stripe up Adam's cock which causes Adam to leak even more. "You like that don't you pretty girl?" Alex says as he starts to suck a hickie on Adam's tits while John starts to suck on the head of Adam's dick while also stroking the base. "Y-yes don't s-stop.. o-oh god!!!" Adam moans as John starts swirling his tongue around his dick and goes down further. Alex pulls Adam's bra down to show off his hardened nipples and puts one in his mouth and starts to suck and bite on it which causes Adam to put his hand on Alex's head to keep him there.

Adam started to feel a tingling sensation in his lower belly as Alex starts to suck on his neck and John puts Adam's whole dick in his mouth and sucks faster. "I-I'm about to..." Adam starts to say as Alex kisses him deeply and John starts to suck faster. "Come on birthday girl... you can let go for us" Alex says as he goes back to Adam's neck and starts to suck again. With Alex taking a bite out of Adam's neck and John pulling his mouth off and starting to strip his dick while squeezing his balls...Adam burst.

With one loud moan Adam spurted rope after hot rope of jizz that went all the way up his stomach and nearly hitting his bra. He started sobbing when John's stroking became too much and gently pushed him off with his foot. "Hey Johnny can you get a wet rag and help clean Adam off?" Alex says as he pulls Adam to his chest and runs his fingers through Adam's soft hair. Adam feels so happy as he watches John run into the bathroom and comes back to cuddle Adam from behind and use the wet rag to scrub the jizz off his body and pull his panties back up.

"So birthday cowgirl... how did you like your present?" Alex asks as he kisses Adam's forehead. "Yeah! Yeah! How did our princess like her gift?" John asks as he kisses Adam's cheek and cuddles him deeply. Adam never felt so loved than he did in this moment. "I-I loved it! I'm really glad you guys aren't mad at me anymore and I'm glad you love me again!" Adam says as he starts to cry again. "Aww Adam we always loved you! We just had to stop having our heads up our asses to see that" Alex says as he and John kiss Adam's cheeks which cause Adam to blush. "We missed our sexy stallion so much that I couldn't sleep!" John says which causes Adam to giggle. "I missed you guys too and I love you two so much!" Adam says with a huge grin. "We love you too Adam! Happy birthday!" Alex and John say in unison as they sandwich Adam between them in a loving embrace. This was the best birthday Adam has ever had.

[denimbex1986]

'Ever since Oppenheimer came out, there's been a lot of debate around the fact that it doesn't depict the actual bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, despite being set in the context of the creation and development of the weapon that would lay waste to them, the atomic bomb. That's for good reason, of course: the movie is about J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) himself, with the script even written in first person. So, as Oppenheimer wasn't present at the bombings, it makes no sense to show them, we only get his reaction and interpretation of the facts. But there's a particular moment and line that's way more shocking than any depiction of the bombings could ever be, were they in the movie.

When Oppenheimer meets with military officers and government officials to decide the targets of the bombings, US Secretary of War Henry Stimson (James Remar) mentions that they shouldn't bomb Kyoto, because that's where he and his wife went on their honeymoon. The line creates an intense awkwardness in the room for many reasons, as well as carries a shocking effect on part of the audience. But it didn't reverberate as much as, for example, the absence of the bombings in Japan. That's symptomatic of many things in our current era of movie-going, so let's dig into it.

Christopher Nolan Allowed James Remar To Use the Line

First off, there's no arguing against it, the line itself is indeed shocking, and it's supposed to be. Recently, Oppenheimer writer and director Christopher Nolan revealed that it was improvised by James Remar, who did his own research on the character and found out that Stimson and his wife had indeed honeymooned in Kyoto. Nolan encouraged his cast to do their own research into characters, mainly because the whole script is written in first-person from Oppenheimer's perspective.

Its sprawling cast of renowned and competent actors is one of the main qualities of Oppenheimer, even if they are playing smaller roles. Remar is one of those (immediately identifiable as Dexter's Harry Morgan, for fans of the show), and his work as Secretary Stimson shows how important it is to know and understand a character before playing them. Stimson is a small role, with seconds of screen time in a movie that's three hours long, but has one of the most shocking lines in the whole thing.

So shocking, in fact, that the other actors in the scene didn't know how to react. Originally, the script mentioned Kyoto was to be removed from the bombing list for its cultural significance, but Remar delivers the honeymoon line so casually, it left the rest of the cast speechless. How do you respond to something like that? The movie provides an insightful reflection into the nature of power at the dawn of the nuclear age, and Stimson makes it clear that this kind of destructive power is to be wielded by people who seem to have completely lost touch with their humanity. Only that's not just him, it seems like part of the audience did too, but more on that later.

Stimson’s Line Denounces the Effects of American Hegemony in a Way Most Can’t See

Stimson sparing Kyoto from destruction because of his honeymoon is a perfect example of how this kind of decision is taken by individuals who aren't really the best people to take them. As decorated as he might have been, he narrowed down the cities that would be destroyed because of his own personal memories, and that's no way to ponder the death of hundreds of thousands of people. It takes power to think of this as trivial, and, usually, those who have it are the least fit to wield it.

His perspective is symptomatic of a worldview that puts his own country so above the rest of the world, he's allowed (and maybe even encouraged) to take decisions that can ultimately kill that many people so casually, especially when it comes to the US military and the idea of American exceptionalism. It sure is nice to see someone who loves their country (and yours truly sure loves his, for example), but when one sees oneself that far above, one often loses touch with what it means to kill, for example. Oppenheimer makes it clear that, after Hitler's suicide, Japan's capitulation was a matter of time and the scientists even start to question whether they should continue their research. But they aren't really the people with power; they do have knowledge, but, contrary to popular belief, those two sometimes aren't the same thing. The military has power and sees its country as so above the rest, the world is literally a playground for people like Stimson to take decisions based on personal memories. But how do you weigh someone's life against a show of power?

We don't have to go far to question that and conclude that, ultimately, we have succumbed to this nationalistic way of looking at the world that people like Stimson helped consolidate in favor of the dominant power. All it takes is going to the movies. Hollywood has a long history of struggling with depicting and talking about the nuclear bombings in World War II, it rarely produces movies that openly criticize it like Oppenheimer does. That's why, for example, it's being compared to Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove, because it's the closest reference most people have. When Hollywood manages to use this as inspiration for tragic stories, it needs to build a visual spectacle to go along with it, like in Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, and it often makes people completely miss the point of the whole thing.

But even Japanese works on the subject have been incorporated and twisted, or simply downplayed. Grave of the Fireflies, for example, is one of Studio Ghibli's masterpieces, but it's bothersome to think about it when they have so many other heartwarming movies. Even more graphic approaches, like Godzilla (in which the metaphor is pretty clear as the monster being the bomb), have been turned into Hollywood blockbusters, with the Japanese side of it relegated to "the crazy old scientist" who's been traumatized by the monster as Ken Watanabe is in the latest Universal movies.

The Audience Is Losing Its Ability To Watch and Reflect on What They See Onscreen

As of late, especially since the end of the pandemic, going to the movies has been a nightmare (at least in Brazil, where yours truly resides). People now casually talk throughout the whole movie, browse social media, and even take pictures of the big screen. We love to see movie theaters packed again, we really do, but the Barbenheimer phenomenon all but intensified this, because now people want to show they've been to the movies and taken part in this cultural event without bearing in mind that, for example, Oppenheimer is a tragedy that requires a lot of afterthought.

Nowadays, people go to the movies with two things in mind: either to be entertained by impactful imagery or to see what they think to be a reflection of themselves on the screen. Barbie sure provides both, and it's a brilliant movie filled with insightful criticism that some are also failing to see, while Oppenheimer is the opposite. It's a long and dense movie that takes its time and relies solely on dialogue to move forward, making lines like Stimson's extremely important. It's interesting to see people talk about how Oppenheimer doesn't show the actual bombings, for example, but then they don't talk about Stimson's line, because it's what makes it pretty explicit that the movie is criticizing the deed and how the decision was taken based solely on the power it would grant his country afterward.

Dialogue doesn't impact people anymore unless it's meant to create impactful imagery. As Stimson's line doesn't, the audience fails to read what it implies, and it shows how uninterested people are in interpreting what's shown and said on screen. This is indicative of a culture that doesn’t know how to react or even identify proper criticism because people have been so desensitized, they actually lost their ability to feel impacted by words. Who knows, there probably are people who found Stimson's line cute instead of shocking.'

[jjraderftw]

Mobile Suit Gundam EPS #1,2,8

When you think of anime, chances are you think of huge mechs, and this is THE mecha anime. Gundam begins with two opposing sides fighting over dominance. Unlike the wars depicted in prior viewing, this war is fictional and slightly less serious in tone because of its sci-fi nature. Nonetheless, it manages to provide a few good commentaries on war in reality. Two themes I managed to decipher from the first few episodes were that of the dehumanization of people in combat and the bloodthirst associated with it and that of the repercussions of war on civilians.

Amuro is a great example of the desensitization of death that occurs in war. To most people, especially civilians, the fact that anyone dies is tragic. In the first episode, when Amuro sees two soldiers die in front of him, he is left speechless and in awe. He froze and couldn’t move. To him at that moment, the loss of a human life was unfathomable. Even when he pilots the gundam for the first time, he is hesitant to attack head on in fear of killing the pilots of the mobile suits. After he kills the opposing force’s troops, he begins feeling less guilty about the act of killing. As the show goes on, Amuro hesitates less and less, getting to the point where he doesn’t think twice about taking a life. This represents the way death loses meaning at times in the eyes of soldiers. Though killing a person is very messed up, soldiers get desensitized to it and can do it blindly. The want to win even makes certain people go bloodthirsty, wanting to kill as many opponents as possible. This can be seen with the Zeon forces when they witness the Gundam destroy their troops. Though they are in shock when their own men die, they have no second thoughts about wanting revenge on the killer and fully onslaught the Gundam on several occasions. War makes us lose our sense of value for a life and it becomes a “necessary evil” to some people which shouldn’t just be accepted as the status quo. The show may be using the mechs as symbolism for dehumanizations. Though people are dying, the mechs hide the people inside, perhaps implying how the soldiers have lost the ability to see them as people.

The last two movies I’ve discussed focused on the effects war has on civilians and the area around them. This show also provides commentary on this topic. The most evident example is the destruction of the town the mother in episode 8 was searching for. A quiet location near and dear to her was wiped out because of a war she had nothing to do with. All the innocent lives there were lost and she can never see anyone nor anything from that location ever again because it was annihilated. This touches on the topic that war takes more than it gains. The entirety of the parties involved in the war feel its effects, even the children, women, men, and elders who have never even considered taking on the fight. War strips us of everything. The mother in this same episode even said that the winner of a war is pointless because at the end of the day, it leaves “wives without husbands and children without fathers.”

Overall, I think the anime is appealing and a very entertaining watch. I will definitely be continuing to watch it on my own.