We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to inform you that I saw The Handmaiden last night and it instantly catapulted into my top ten movies list
If you like
WHO GET A HAPPY ENDING
(I know that’s a spoiler but IT’S IMPORTANT)
absolutely gorgeous visuals
not a single white character because the setting is 1930′s Japan-occupied Korea
absolutely gorgeous visuals that vaguely reminded me of Hannibal, because of the very deliberate cinematography and the attention lavished upon the DEEPLY DISTURBING and the fact that pretty much every scene has a very tense thread of eroticism
Eroticism that sometimes purposefully REALLY SHOULDN’T BE THERE, OH DEAR GOD
a plot that folds in and around on itself like a fucking origami
and that is explicitly about how the exploitation of women is awful
and that made my jaw hit the floor at least four different times, somewhere M. Night Shyamalan is sobbing in the corner
no seriously, I need to watch this at least once more because THE TWISTS, SWEET JESUS, I WAS RIVETED
who are smart af and also ADORABLE SCHMOOPY NERDS
villains who get what they deserve
obligatory sexy corset-removing scenes
obligatory sexy bathtime scenes
obligatory explicit sex scenes that are really the only beef I have with this movie because was that really necessary did the camera have to linger that long
literally being able to make all the handmaiden and feudal lord jokes I know you guys love
Gone Girl if everything was much prettier and 500% more gay
“You’d better,” Neil said. “Put a leash on your pet monster or I will.” “A frightened child like you?” “Fuck you, cripple.” Across the room Kevin’s face went white. “What did you call me?” “I called you a deadweight has-been,” Neil said.
Andrew’s smile curved wider. “Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?” “Your mother’s dead. I don’t think she cares what you do.”
“Ouch,” Andrew said with a cold smile. “That’s judgmental.” “I’m not going to apologize for thinking you’re being idiotic.”
“Take a number and get in line with the rest of this team. I won’t lose any sleep over it.” “Don’t sleep. I’ll kill you.”
It was forever before Andrew answered in German. “That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?” “What makes you think I care?”
“I will ask you only once to tone down that animosity.” “I can’t,” Neil said. “I have a bit of an attitude problem.”
“Palmetto State is a waste of his talents.” “Not as much as Edgar Allen was,” Neil said. Someone in the audience laughed, entertained by Kathy’s mouthy guest. “Your team’s ranked first? Congratulations and big deal. Maintaining a top position is far easier than starting over from the gutters. Kevin is doing that right now. He’s facing entirely new schools and learning to play with his less dominant hand. When he masters it, and he will, he’ll be better than you could ever have made him.
Everyone knows the only reason Palmetto qualified for this division is because of your coach.” “Funny, I’m pretty sure that’s how Edgar Allen qualified.”
Aaron looked at Neil. “When were you going to tell us?”“ I wasn’t,” Neil said. “After everything I’ve put up with from you this year I figured I didn’t owe you any favors.”
Word count: 2,486 Warnings: language, mentions of abuse/injuries
A/N: another long part filled with nonsense. this part really got away from me tbh, it’ll be totally back on track soon. it just doesn’t feel believable to me to have something intense happen every time (although, arguably, believability is shot to hell when you’re writing about a sci-fi franchise). i wanted this story to be more about the reader and their feelings and jim and his feelings. i hope his feelings toward the reader are obvious without me having to point blank write them– like i hope you can tell through mannerisms. anyway, i’ve had a trying week and apologize if i missed some typos. lemme know if you wanna be tagged! ENJOY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
The artifact was becoming a pain— something you could say literally after the ancient hunk of metal scalded the skin of your palm and wrist, and something you could say figuratively after you were forced out of your oven-like temporary quarters more often than not for the past three days.
According to a drunken, loud-mouthed Ensign Chekov, the Enterprise had flown through a nebula that threw off the ship’s electrical balance. It caused the air systems, the warp core, and practically every electronic on the ship to be knocked out of equilibrium and into much more volatile, unpredictable states— a statement you could confirm due to the onset timing of the artifact’s volatility.
When it came to the air systems, cool air would blast out of the vent when warm air was desired and vice versa. As for the warp core, several engineers found themselves in the medbay clutching burns from the core’s overheating while electronics such as communicators and PADDs shorted out, shut off, and came back to life upon whim.
Hearing that all the malfunctions were due to a nebula was a relief but the initial worry you experienced lingered a little. You wondered if the problems were being exacerbated by the artifact and almost had your suspicions confirmed when rumor had it the ship’s chief engineer, Scotty claimed this particular nebula couldn’t have been the only cause for so many issues.
You found yourself wishing you’d taken Jim up on his offer to explain to you why the artifact was so important. You also found yourself wishing you could pry a window open and throw the damn thing into the dark abyss of space— no amount of tuition was worth the pain it was causing you and the potential pain it could cause the hundreds of people on board.
As you sat atop a biobed in Exam Room 1 of the medbay, you swung your legs in order to appear more nonchalant than your ever-circulating thoughts actually had you feeling. You watched McCoy stand with his back against the edge of the counter, his hazel eyes narrowed as he read the screen of his PADD with his most casual frown.
“You can tell me if I’m dying— I’m strong enough to take it.”
If I was
being honest, I was quite nervous. I was supposed to be picking up Y/N in
thirty minutes for the school dance that she asked me to. Dances aren’t my
thing, but I wasn’t about to say no to a chance with Y/N, even though everything
in my head was telling me that I should do otherwise, that anything to do with
relationships is a waste, because someone always gets hurt in the end. But I
ignored it, and decided I’m gonna do what my heart wants for once. She is the
one who asked me after all. Or had I misinterpreted it? Was she asking me
as a friend? I hoped not.
I shook the
thoughts from my head and grabbed my phone and left the drive in, locking the
door to the place behind me. After about twenty minutes I arrived at Y/N’s
house; I was ten minutes early, but that didn’t matter, she usually gets ready
for things super quick. I sent her a quick text telling her I was here, opting
not to knock on the door and having to face her nosy mother.
I may love
Y/N, but that does not mean I have to like her parents.
still not admitting that I love her.
minute or two, the door opened up to a smiling Y/N. I couldn’t help but smile
back, she had the most beautiful smile.
go?” I asked her.
arrived at school, we immediately found our group of friends. They all greeted
us and the evening went on with us just talking and drinking the punch that had
not yet been spiked by Reggie. I was getting kind of bored after about two
hours, Y/N and I just sitting down, watching everybody dancing.
slow dance came on.
I sat there
for a couple of seconds, debating whether I should ask her to dance. It would
be rude if I didn’t, but also risky if I did. I closed my eyes, took a deep
breath and finally said it:
want to dance?”
at me and smiled, “Thought you’d never ask.”
I stood up
and held my hand out to her, she took it and I led her to the dance floor where
everyone else was dancing. She placed her arms around my neck, and I carefully
placed my hands on her waist, my heart racing from how close we were in
proximity. It felt like we were just stood there, staring at each other, no
cares in the world. Before we knew it the song was over and we parted
awkwardly, not saying a word.
up, “This dance is boring, wanna leave?”
and we left, not even telling any of our friends goodbye. We made our way to
our ‘secret spot’, otherwise known as the tree house in the back yard of Y/N’s
house. We hadn’t been up here in a while. We had been so wrapped up in the
investigation into Jason Blossom’s murder and the Blue and Gold that we hadn’t
really had time to properly hang out in our spot. We used to come here once a
week, as a tradition. We’d made a silly pact when we were younger that we would
only be best friends if we met there every week. We would play card games and
board games to keep ourselves amused. It was what I looked forward to every
pulled out Cluedo from the stack of board games I laughed, “Hopefully we can
actually solve this murder.”
laughed, “Shut up you goof.”
was dark and there was very little light in the tree house, our eyes adjusted
and we sat down and set up everything and started playing. About half way into
the game, I couldn’t help myself but to say, “I’ve missed this.”
up from her cards, “The game or us hanging out?”
I rolled my
eyes, “The second one obviously.”
“Me too,” she said sincerely, then she went back to the game, “I think I’m
I shook my
head, “You can’t possibly know who it is!”
smirked, “Was it scarlet, with the pistol, in the bedroom?”
down at my cards, knowing that I didn’t have any of those, and she had in fact
won. I groaned and threw my cards down, and she laughed.
this game cause you always win at it, cheater,” I say, teasing her.
not my fault you suck at it!” She said laughing.
had packed the game up, too tired for another game, she sat back down next to
me. It was quiet for a moment until Y/N spoke up again, “How have you been? You
know, besides everything.”
“Fine, haven’t really had much time to think about anything else.”
“I get what you mean, I haven’t really had a moment to myself either, which
made me enjoy tonight a hundred times more, because I got to spend time with
you, like we used to,” she smiled fondly.
there, in the dark tree house, just staring at each other. Thanks to my lack of
control, my eyes flickered to her lips for a split second. I love her. I’m in
love with her.
“I, uh…” I
trailed off, not really knowing where I was going with my words. I didn’t
really want to finish my sentence, because admitting it means being vulnerable,
it means putting myself at risk for being hurt by the ones you love. I already knew
how that felt. But I didn’t have to admit anything if I just showed her
So I kissed
It was like
the world stopped spinning. Her lips connected with mine in the most luxurious
way that I felt like I was going dizzy. Everything made sense. I had no idea how
much I had wanted this until now.
like a lifetime until we pulled apart, and when we did I had to say it, “I love
a deep breath, looking like she was still recovering from what had just happened,
“I-I love you too Jughead, I always have.”
I ask, shocked.
her head and places her hand on my cheek, smiling, “How could I not love you?
You’ve always been here for me when no- one else was.”
even come up with a reply, I was just filled with relief.
Hello hello hello! This is Nike! So I finally did this collab. You can sort of tell which one of us wrote each part, but otherwise it’s not really noticable. I really really like this idea though, so expect since not in the future.
I did this with @viruscreates, and she’s going to come up with some designs for Damian.
This is canon to TOA (which I really need to get back into). Addi’s relationship with her mother would be rocky at best. Constance (Connie) Marks is an A-list high class woman who expects nothing but the finest and total obedience for those around her. Including her only child, Adeline. When Addi comes home with a pamphlet to West Coast Tech along with an acceptance letter, her mother is furious, saying her place in life is to marry well and continue the family line and traditions as a trophy wife. Addi becomes upset and refuses to bow down to her mother’s will any longer and decides to leave home shortly after graduating. She become a student at West Coast Tech where she will inevitably meet Stanford Pines.
Will be doing a prequel comic of sorts to Tale of Adeline. Co-written by @scipunk63 so look out for that!