I wanna be a rad animator but I also wanna be a rad illustrator. I wanna make quality art/ animation but I also wanna be quick at it. I wanna have awesome stylized designs but I also wanna have awesome structure and depth in my characters.
Aries : Really intimidating because their bone structure is awesome! Usually dress really well and have perfectly styled hair. They’re also pretty tall and have a great build. They’re mysterious and intriguing in their looks, as well as their personalities. Extremely attractive and super intense!
Taurus : Really nice fluffy-ish hair! Their eyes are one of their best features, along with their near-perfect skin. They’re super cuddly looking and are a little more on the short and curvy side, so they’re perfect cuddle buddies! They’re overall cutie pies who we must protect!
Gemini : Usually on the shorter side, but not too small. They’re very outgoing with their clothing, makeup, styling, etc. They want people to know that they look good. They have really cute eyes and thin eyebrows!
Cancer : Cancers are usually medium height and are a little bit curvy! They’re super adorable and they have the cutest little noses! They have a little bit of a crooked smile (but in a cute way) and have a little bit bushy but really nice eyebrows. They were made for hugs. They’re so adorable omg!
Leo : These guys are so attractive like wow. Leos are very very devastating with their God-like looks. They have very nice bone structure and striking features. They don’t look too natural, they don’t have time for that. They are very classy and always look Vogue. They are always ready for the runway. Always.
Virgo : Virgos are nearly the opposite of Leos. despite Virgos being extremely attractive, they prefer the natural and simple look. Due to the Virgos’ minimalistic mindset, their clothes, hair, and makeup is very natural and simple, yet classic looking. They wear modest clothes. They are always very clean and have messy yet very soft and healthy hair. They’re usually tall and thin.
Libra : These guys know style. Libras always have nice and matching clothes. They will spend two hours on their hair if it makes them look like the Victoria’s Secret model they are. They do their makeup a little more natural than Leos but more prominent than Virgos. They have very beautiful eyes and tend to be tall and fit. They’re always in style and they will always look naturally perfect!
Scorpio : Usually known for their good looks, Scorpios have a specific physique. They tend to pull the ‘dark and mysterious’ look much farther than Aries’ do. They are either extremely tall or extremely short. They tend to look sensual all the time and in other terms : they look like sex.
Sagittarius : Slaying all the time! Sagittarius’ know how to pull the 'bitch’ and 'slay me’ look every day. They have a darker/gothic look to them, but tend to give off a more welcoming vibe. They have a body so good, it could start World War 3. They have perfect noses, like cartoon noses.
Capricorn : Capricorns tend to be minimalistic like Virgos’,but with more edge. Unlike the Virgos’ sense of 'light’, Capricorns have a sense of 'darkness’. They lean towards a classy yet dark style. They are usually quite tall and have perfect cheekbones (like how do you do that???).
Aquarius : Aquarians’ have a unique sense of physique, making it difficult to describe. They are usually very tall and extremely thin, and have dark circles under their eyes. They usually wear cozy clothes all the time and have very messy hair. Their hands are quite long and skinny, which always reminds them of the 'aliens’ they 'saw’ that one time. They are quite pleasant-looking!
Pisces : These guys are classy about their looks. They tend to favor the petite size and have a small, yet perfect smile. When they talk their eyes become really wide. They wear cozy yet classy clothing and always have the perfect 'cute and messy’ look to their hair. Their eyelashes are so long and it makes everyone else jealous.
So I just found this blog, and as someone who spends far too much time thinking about Hogwarts house habits and analysis, this blog awesome! My question is: what do you think each house's organizational habits would be like?
For me, nothing has an organizational system til it needs it. Downside: I have like 20 piles of miscellaneous things at any given moment. It can kind of stress me out, but usually this is how new hobbies go and its nice to have it easy access. Upside: when I invest in an organizational system of some sort, its knowingly. I understand how much needs to be stored, can take into consideration any expansion that may take place, and can determine the level or portability I feel I need for the particular thing. I’ve made the mistake of purchasing organizers before I knew how much space I really needed and it was a huge waste of effort and money and everything just ended up piled everywhere.
I think its a fair assessment to say a lot of Gryffindors are like that. Things that get used every day and don’t truly need to be stored live mostly in easily accessible piles, but things like books we’ve already read, holiday decorations, and craft supplies end up in a generic box/pile/shelf until the focus, time, an insight on what is needed are all available. Then its a Day of Organizing! Then we never have to worry about it again. Just hunt down that one purple box with the flippy handle when we need our paints. Once the effort has been put into setting up the organization, its easy to stick with it. Its getting to that Day of Organizing that’s difficult.
So my personal organization structure is “awesome in theory, kind of a mess in practice.” I get ideas and then do them for a while and then kind of stop. I also tend to focus on the small things rather than the big picture a lot of the time. But, for Hufflepuff, I think there’s this organized chaos (also me). Like it looks like an explosion of THINGS. Books, pens, notebooks, plants, just things - but a Hufflepuff knows where everything is.
Oh yikes none really. It’s a jumbled mess. “Organized Chaos” we like to say. I think I said in an earlier post about clothing that Ravenclaws are just hanging in balance and that’s definitely true with our organization. We’re the house of procrastinators and spontaneous decisions. Our workplaces are crazy and all over the place because by the time we’ve done one thing, our minds are already onto the next thing so we have to catch up to ourselves and it’s crazy. We might organize things like books, like I know personally that my book series are lumped together in the same space, but that’s as far as it goes really. The rest of everything I own is kind of everywhere, and I think in my mind, everything is in it’s place and it’s organized somehow personal to me, but to anyone else, it would be a disaster zone. So yeah, organized chaos.
I’m a bit of an organization freak. The Container Store is my favorite place ever, and you can ask any of my friends that I have been furniture shopping with (including Amy) that I am obsessed with storage and organization. My home is full of labeled plastic bins in shelves and every closet. Literally looking in my hall closet, I have bins labeled for photographs, cards, paper keepsakes, pencils/pens, sharpies, screwdrivers/tools, tape, miscellaneous , dust rags, cleaning wipes, toiletries, dog supplies, curtains, sheets, etc…
I sent the last ask. I hope you know I have major respect for you and your blog and I'm just interested in your opinions and thoughts on this interesting subject cause you seem very intelligent and a lot of times your conversation does even go a little over my head. I don't mean to be baiting or bothersome...hope you know that. To continue, I guess I'm looking to clarify: You think Kylo is coded as feminine, but you don't think it will be handled well in the story?
I’m guessing that you are trans!Kylo anon and not the reylo shipper who wants me to know how inadequate my feminism is?
If this is trans!kylo anon, I’m definitely going to answer your asks. It might take awhile though because I have many feelings about trans kylo.
Do I think Kylo’s feminine aspects will be handled well? That’s a complicated question.
I think the authors of TFA used feminine coding as a tool to communicate existential horror. The reason people watch TFA and see Kylo as “the bad guy,” horrible, evil, etc, is partly because of those code-markers, and because of framing, a lot of other diegetic tricks. How does the story convince people to root against Kylo Ren? To WANT him to suffer? By playing sad, scary music when he’s around, and framing his actions more than his motivations, and by coding him as a feminine (pagan) archetype and as gender non-conforming. These tactics are being used by the storytellers as tools to convince people that he deserves violence. That makes for a perfectly legit story, on a structural level, but when you start analyzing the story on feminist and political level, there are some ethical problems. People, especially children, absorb the moral signals they get from stories like this - we got hard science about that. Stories engineer empathy and TFA builds empathy exclusively for masculine-performing characters.
So on an ethical level, TFA did not handle that well. BUT. It’s totally possible for me to enjoy a story and celebrate it’s formal and structural awesomeness while also acknowledging that it poses ethical problems. That’s why I freebase the discourse. Problmatic texts and rage-filled call-outs are the ying and yang of free speech and they are both necessary and vital to the health of human culture. So in a sense, it was handled well, in that the story exists at all, and is effectively a pimp
AND obviously TFA is not a stand-alone text. Way I see it, three things could happen, now.
One is that the rules the universe has established stay the same, and Kylo changes. Light stays “good,” Dark stays “evil,” it’s arbitrarily black and white, but Kylo changes from black to white. That’d mean he would become more masculine-performing. For me that would be a very disappointing direction for the story to go.
Two is that the rules in the universe change, and the characters stay the same. Information is revealed to us that allows us to recognize that the good-evil binary is not as fixed as we thought. This is how both the other trilogies operated: by introducing a series of characters, and then subverting what we know about them by adding new information and context. That route would probably “fix” the ethically dangerous subtext in TFA.
Three is that the rules stay the same, the characters stay the same, and Kylo dies. Good defeats evil, the end.
I’m not naturally inclined to trust Hollywood or Disney around a feminine-coded male character, but the other Star Wars movies were profoundly deft with messaging. My money is currently on some fantastic chimera of options one, two, and three that maintains three distinct morality-plays directed at three types of ideal reader. Hmm maybe that is optimistic. Well. It’s early in the morning.
A little present for all of you. I had these Tumblr prompts from the exceptional @_anoMolly_ for some time and finally did something about it. Enjoy.
Chapter 1 : The Meet Ugly
Beca loved her friends.
She really did.
They had met in freshmen year at Barden University and through some odd hapstance, they all had ended up in the same organised nerd singing group. Somehow being underdogs in the cut throat world of collegiate acapella and suffering together under an iron-fisted leader with stress vomitting tendencies was a bonding thing and Beca found herself staying fast friends with this odd group of girls through college and well into her mid twenties.
The girls know her inside out. She forgave them for the many, many things they did and she knows her friends meant well. But right now, she is seriously thinking she has to draw a line somewhere.
Why the hell are they so interested in her love life? Why?
It was not as if she didn’t date.
She did. Many times.
Why do they always have to make a big deal of every date she goes on to?
“Ok, start from the beginning,” Chloe chirped as soon as they settled in their seats and had their drinks in front of them.
They are having their girls’ night out. Earlier this week, Aubrey had insisted they didn’t go to classy places enough and had booked a table in a rather swanky restaurant. They had been instructed to dress up nice. They all had been told to do their hair and have perfect makeup and despite the many years Aubrey had relinquished her captaincy, she still managed to scare the Bellas into obedience.
“No. Change this subject,” Beca scowled, snapping a breadstick into two and munching on one.
“I want deets!” Stacie spoke up, placing her drink on the table. “He was pretty hot, Beca. Don’t tell me your hunter didn’t sit up and beg.”
Beca made a face and shook her head quickly. “No.”
“Come on, Beca. He’s a personal trainer and models on the side,” Stacie cried out, waving her breadstick like a baton. “What’s not to like?”
“All muscles, no brain,” Beca replied before taking a gulp of her red wine.
“Amoebas don’t have brains,” Fat Amy spoke up. The blonde leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially. “It turns out you don’t need one.”
“Sorry. I want someone who at least can keep up a conversation with me, without getting distracted by his reflection,” Beca answered. “Aubrey, back me up here.”
Aubrey was primly sipping her Evian through a straw. She was abstaining from alcohol being heavily pregnant now with her second baby now.
“I agree,” Aubrey replied. “But what about that scientist you went out with two months ago? He’s brainy right? Didn’t you met him the park? He was doing some sort of experiment and purposely flew a kite into you. That was a….what does Chloe call them?…meet cute?”
“Don’t remind me. He was so boring,” Beca whispered, shutting her eyes at the memory of that particular date. “All that talk about quantum physics and string theory; I thought I slipped into a coma. And what the hell is a meet cute?”
“It’s when two people meet in totes adorbs way,” Chloe chimed in. “Like when you met that vet when you rescued that stray cat. He was nice. What happened to him?”
“Freaked out when I told him I don’t like puppies.”
“That video editor you met when you got lost?”
“Insisted on poking plot holes whenever we went to the movies,” Beca deadpanned. “Totally ruined it for me.” She was about to munch on another breadstick when she realised all her friends were exchanging knowing looks amongst themselves. “What?” What’s that look for?“
“Nothing, Beca. You’ve been through six guys in six months. We are all just thinking maybe it’s not the guys?” Aubrey spoke up. She leaned forward as much as her pregnant belly allowed and patted Beca"s hand. “Beca, Is there something you want to tell us?”
It took Beca all of three seconds to figure out what her friends were driving at.
“Dudes, no. I’m not gay.”
“You’re amongst friends, Beca,” Fat Amy joined in a grave voice. “Lesbi-honest.”
“Nu uh! No,” Beca declared emphatically. “Not when Chloe barged in naked into the shower in freshman year; which, by the way, is still totally creepy, Chloe! Not when I went all stupid hands in front of that amazon German woman, whatever her name was, back at the Worlds. And certainly not now. I’m all about the dicks.”
“Explain why you broke up with Luke then,” Chloe demanded. “He was perfect!”
“Yeah. Excellent bone structure. Awesome tattoos. Pant wetting hot accent,” Stacie agreed. “I totally play with his spotted dick.”
The girls were all snickering and Beca rubbed her temples.
“Spotted dick is some sort of sponge dessert, Stacie,” she groaned wearily. “But thank you for making me think of a diseased cock.”
“I agree with the girls on this one,” Aubrey spoke up. “Luke’s a nice guy. Why did you break up with him?”
Beca was glaring at all of them now.
Not that it helped. They just stared back at her.
“You think he’s perfect? He’s not.” Beca said.
“Bullshit!” Stacie called out cheerfully.
“He has the ugliest laugh.” Beca replied. “Honestly. Ugliest sound you can ever imagine.”
“Can’t be that bad!” Stacie said. “How bad can it be?’
"Trust me,” Beca replied. She scrunched up her face, thinking of how best to describe that awful sound. “It’s like…a cross between a cat choking on a hairball and a dull saw.”
“What? Like this?” Amy said. She proceed to bark out a series of yelps. “Dude, that sounds like dingoes making babies.”
Beca shook her head. “No. Worse.”
“You mean like this?” Chloe tried; except hers came out in teeny, high-pitched squeals.
“No. Lower. A lot lower.” Beca said, trying not to laugh. “And more guttural.”
“Let me try,” Stacie piped up.
By now, the girls already had tears in their eyes from stifling their laughs. It got worse as they tried to outdo each other. Chloe was leaning into Aubrey who was clutching her belly while Stacie was trying to breathe in between her laughs. Amy was wheezing almost painfully.
“You guys are nowhere near,” Beca laughed. She tossed a pretzel in the mouth, crunched and swallowed before saying., “It’s more like this.”
She took a deep breath and then started braying the most god awful sound ever. It was ugly enough to stun the other girls into silence. And then several things happened at once.
“Oh my god! She’s choking! Someone help! She’s choking!”
Beca didn’t register the yell coming from their nearest table. She was in the midst of demonstrating Luke’s ugly laugh and enjoying the speechless, horrified looks on the girls’ faces. Suddenly someone was rushing at her and the next thing she knew she was caught in this massive, most uncomfortable bear hug from the back. She was lifted off her feet and her assailant had his arms wrapped round her middle, his huge, hands in a fist. Beca was about to yell out loud when she felt those hands thrusting hard into her middle and that yell came out as an agonised choke.
Whoever was attacking her was trying to squeeze her to death.
Beca vaguely witnessed the commotion going around her. It was hard to concentrate when you were being killed. Her attacker was forcing air to come out of her midsection and it was freaking painful. All she could do was make these noisy, hoarse sounds. The girls were on their feet. Chloe looked terrified. Strangely Stacie looked calm, even strangely amused while Fat Amy was filming the scene? What was Amy doing filming this whole thing on her phone? Aubrey was the only one, trying to get to Beca, yelling “What are you doing to her? What are you doing to my friend?! ”
Her way was barred by someone who was trying his best to calm the mad, pregnant lady down. “Ma'am,” the guy with the curly hair was saying, his voice breaking a little with nerves. “Please stand clear. My colleague is a trained and qualified EMT. He knows what he’s doing.”
“It’s not clearing!” Beca heard her assailant speaking up. “Benji, the airway’s not clearing.”
She felt more thrusts into her midsection and Beca was painfully aware how she was basically flushed against this hard body behind her. She was limp like a rag doll with the arms pinioned to her sides and those horrible choking sounds she was making was more like agonised grunts.
“Damn! We may have to do a tracheotomy. Benji, get me a sharp knife.”
Wait. What? Tracheotomy? Sharp knife?
With all her dying moth strength, Beca kicked against her attacker’s shins, took a deep, deep breath and yelled out.
“Get the fuck off me!”
She was mad now. And as if by magic, the hold around her loosened and she was lowered down to the ground. Beca nearly fell over but she braced herself in time against the table in front of her. She also felt a pair of hands holding her steady.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Beca shouted, swatting those hands away. “Get away from me!” She whirled around, spitting mad and found a tall, dark haired man standing behind her. He had the most surprised look on his face.
“Ma'am, are you ok?” he gabbled out.
“I was! Until you attacked me!”
By now, Aubrey had broke free and both her and Chloe were by her side. Stacie and Fat Amy were there too. The girls were crowding round her, pushing that baffled man aside. Stacie was checking her over and Fat Amy was mainly taking a close up of Beca’s face with her phone.
“You ok, Bec?” Stacie asked.
Beca couldn’t quite understand that grin on Stacie’s face.
“I’m fine,” Beca hissed out. She gingerly touched her sore sides. She was so going to bruise right there. Beca turned to find that pervert who attacked her. “He only tried to break me into two!” She was pointing at the poor man who was genuinely looked like he was quaking in his shoes.
The restaurant manager appeared beside the group of girls, her face filled with concern. “Ma'am, are you ok?”
For the first time, Beca realised the shambles the place was in. The table was askew, her chair overturned, cutlery and broken plates on the floor. There was a ring of onlookers surrounding them and Beca was painfully aware what an unattractive mess she was in.
“Umm..yes. I’m fine.” Beca mumbled , trying to make sense of what had happened.
“Are you sure?” the manager questioned. “You were in trouble and that gentleman over there was trying to help you. Do you want a paramedic?”
Beca stammered out, “Errr…no..I just need to sit down.”
Almost as quickly, the staff cleared the mess and the girls were led to a different, more private table. People went back to their tables and service resumed to normal. Beca found herself sitting down, with a hot cup of tea in front of her with lots of sugar. The girls were eyeing her closely; not quite sure what to say. Chloe fussed over her and Aubrey was patting Beca’s hand absentmindedly, all the while muttering sadly, “This is why we don’t go to nice places.” Stacie and Amy were just trying to keep a straight face.
Beca was taking a sip of her hot tea when that man, Benji, materialised next to her. He patiently waited until Beca raised her eyes before haltingly saying, “Sorry to bother you, ma'am. Just wondering whether you feel any better?”
Seriously? He asked her that? How many times had she said she was fine? She was would so stab the next person who ask her whether she was ok.
“Ma'am?” Benji repeated hopefully.
Beca just nodded mutely, scowling a little.
“Umm…I also want to apologise -” he continued, nervously shifting on his feet. “ - for my friend over there.” He vaguely waved towards his left. Beca’s eyes landed on the dark-haired man who was sitting down a few tables away, looking a little pale and distressed.
“He thought you were choking -” Benji said. “- and..umm..we’re firefighters…. We heard someone shouting for help. It sounded like you were choking so he did the Heimlich manoeuvre on you.. And -”
“Hang on. Hold up,” Fat Amy piped up, putting up her hand. “You both thought our friend Beca here was choking?”
“Ermm… Yes, she was making those terrible noises?”
All it took was one look. One look amongst themselves and the girls fell about laughing so hard that Aubrey was snorting like a pig and Fat Amy was gasping for breath. And all the while, Beca Mitchell was cussing non-stop, singeing the air blue with her curses.
“What did she say?”
Jesse didn’t even wait for Benji to sit down before asking the question. Benji had taken it on himself to go over to apologise since he, Jesse Swanson, had made a monumental fool of himself and had completely froze with confusion. He had watched with trepidation as his best friend walked over. He couldn’t hear the conversation and now, Jesse was further confused when the group of girls fell about laughing.
Except for her.
Everyone was laughing except for that tiny girl whom he had manhandled just now. She was sitting there with a scowl on her face as her friends were hooting with laughter around here. She had the most put out expression on her face which Jesse was sure had something to do with him. Despite her tiny size, that lady looked fierce and Jesse was sure she could easily chewed him and Benji out, if she wanted to.
“Did she say anything?” Jesse repeated plaintively as Benji took his seat.
Benji just shook his head.
“Just a lot of swear words, bro. There’s a lot of anger there.”
Hearing Benji’s words, Jesse groaned out and clutched his head.
“I’ve messed it up, haven’t I?” he said.
“Big time, bro” Benji agreed. “Worse I’ve ever seen you do.”
“You should really accept his apology.” Stacie spoke up.
“Come on, Beca. He hadn’t stop glancing your way for the past half an hour..”
“No way. He’s a pervert. And dangerous,” Beca declared. “He nearly slit my throat so a knife. He should be arrested. Or institionalised. Or both.”
“He’s only trying to save your life,” Chloe reasoned. “You heard his friend, who is a total cutie by the way. He’s a fireman. They are both firemen.”
“Mmm,” Stacie hummed, stealing another glance at the two men. “Your hero’s kinda good looking. I wouldn’t mind sliding down his pole.”
“Please don’t say that,” Beca groaned.
“- or he can use his hose on me -”
“He can rescue my pussy up a tree anytime.”
“Stacie!” Beca hissed, colouring a little. “Stop that! And stop looking at him. It might give them ideas!”
“I’m going to go over and say hi.”
“Stacie,” Beca whisper yelled. “No!”
But the tall brunette was already on her feet and was sauntering over, her sexy hips swinging. Beca resolutely kept her eyes on her food but the other girls were giving a running commentary of what was happening. “Oh, they are talking now.” “Stacie’s leaning over! She’s showing off her boobs.” “Beca, you’ve got to see this! Your hero actually averted his eyes and offered her a seat. Like a gent!” “He has a nice smile.”“He’s looking your way again, Bec. He looks really scared.” “Shh! Stacie’s coming back.”
True enough in the next minute Stacie was back in her chair, calmly eating her chicken pasta. Beca didn’t quite know why but she was actually on the edge of her seat.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well what?” Stacie nonchalantly replied.
“What happened? What did he…umm..they say?”
Stacie’s mouth lifted into a smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Why the sudden interest now, Beca?”
Beca felt her face getting hot; especially when the others were staring knowingly at her.
“I asked them to join us for drinks after this.” Stacie replied.
“What?” Beca nearly yelled out.
“Yes,” Stacie replied. She pointed her fork at Beca. “You should buy him a drink at the very least. He tried to save your life.”
Her smirk widened into a grin Beca knew too well. It meant trouble. Big trouble.
“I also gave him your number.”
This was aca-awkward.
Beca nursed her drink, trying not to engage with what was going on at the moment. They had finished dinner and went to a nearby club. Aubrey had cheerily waved them goodbye, saying “l’m out, ladies! Chloe, you’re in charge. Make sure Stacie keep it in her pants. Fat Amy, don’t flash anyone and somebody keep Beca from choking.”
Ha ha. Very funny.
Those two dickheads had came soon after and Stacie had made the round of introductions. Jesse. His name was Jesse. What kind of girl’s name is that? Beca had grunted in annoyance when she was introduced and straightaway ordered a drink. She was not going to interact with these people.
Somehow the girls had taken a shine to these two and they were having a good time, drinking and talking. They were all now on the dance floor, boogieing away. Benji was doing some sort of weird wiggle. Chloe was jumping about, her red curls bouncing wildly. Stacie and Amy were doing some sort of shimmy. Wait? There was only Benji? Where’s -
Ugh. No. He was standing next to her. Beca turned to look at him to find the guy grinning warmly down at her. How long had he’s been there?
“You don’t talk that much, huh?” he spoke up.
“Not to serial killers I don’t,” Beca muttered darkly.
“I’m harmless, really. I promise,” he persisted. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I still have this one.” Beca said, gesturing at the nearly finished drink in front of her.
“Okay,” he replied slowly at her latest snub. The guy gazed down into his drink, and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. That look suit him - Beca thought - That slightly nervous look. He looked like a puppy caught doing something naughty. All cute eyes and adorable mouth.
“I’m really sorry for what happened back there,” he apologised. “I heard all that choking noises. I really thought you were in trouble and my training just kicked in.”
“Choking noises?” Beca spoke up, sounding quite angry. “I was not making choking noises! I was laughing! Can’t you tell the difference?”
He looked like a deer, stunned with oncoming headlights.
“What?” Jesse said, trying to make sense of what Beca was saying. “You were… You were laughing?”
“Yes.” Beca confirmed crossly. “Yes, I was.”
“Oh. My. God,” Jesse stuttered out. “You were laughing? And I actually thought you were choking?”
Beca shrugged. She could actually see the look of horror sliding across his face.
He could not apologised enough. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry!” Then a look of utter shame and despair crossed his face. “Oh my god, I cannot believe what an idiot I’ve been!”
He looked so dejected and crestfallen that for some strange reason, Beca took pity on him.
“Hey, it’s ok. No harm done,” she said. “Except maybe I’m going to wake up with bruises down my sides. You gripped me really hard.”
“Bruises?” Jesse questioned, looking more horrified than ever. “You’re going to have bruises? Oh god. Just kill me now.”
“Dude, calm down.” Beca spoke up.
“No, I’m a first rate idiot,” Jesse continue to berate himself. “I swear I’m a trained fireman. I should know what I’m doing. You were just sitting at that table, looking all hot and pretty, talking to your friends. I was just about to pluck up the courage to say hello and then, this whole thing happened. I actually heimliched the hell out of you, thinking you’re in danger -”
“- made a complete ass of myself. Benji said it totally looked like I was humping you from behind-”
“Dude, buy me a drink.”
“- now you’ve got bruises. Maybe I broke a rib? You’re so cute and tiny and…What?”
“Buy me a drink,” Beca said seriously, grabbing the side of his face so he would stop gabbling and look at her. “JD and Coke. And don’t call me cute. Like ever.”
Jesse gulped a breath or two before nodding his head.
“Ok. Let me get you a drink,” he said, looking a little frazzled. “And I think I need to get another. I don’t think I can look you straight in the eye without being a little drunk.”
And she laughed a little louder when Jesse had that stunned look on his face. He was gaping at her but that stunned look melted into relief and then his mouth quirked up into a smile.
“That’s a pretty laugh,” Jesse commented. “Do you…like, have different laughs for different occasions? Because just now, the one at the restaurant? That was a pretty ugly laugh.”
“Thank you!” Beca replied, her eyes sparkling. She felt vindicated somehow. “That was exactly what I was going for! The girls didn’t believe me when I said Luke had the ugliest laugh. I had to demonstrate.”
“Wow. That was why you were making that noise?” Jesse replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “So…Luke is…”
“Ex-boyfriend,” Beca answered. “I mean, dude, that laugh.”
“Fair enough,” Jesse smiled. “Let me get you that drink.”
He got her a drink and one of himself. Neither of them knew who started the next conversation but halfway through their drinks, they found themselves talking much more easily. The girls and Benji checked in once a while but either by coincidence or more likely by design, left them both alone propping the bar.
“So you’re a fireman.” Beca said.
“Yep,” Jesse answered, smiling that warm smile again. “Always wanted to be one.”
“Let me guess,” Beca said. “It’s the pole, right? You’ve always wanted to slide down that fireman pole when you were a kid.”
“You got me,” Jesse smiled.
“Don’t blame you, dude,” Beca replied. “I slide up and down that pole all day long.”
Suddenly, Stacie’s comment about sliding down his pole came to mind and Beca found her face flaming. She quickly down her drink, which was the wrong move. The alcohol burned on the way down and she started coughing.
“Are you alright?” Jesse asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He had his hand on her lower back and peered into her face to check whether she was ok. His breath was tickling her cheek and Beca was suddenly super aware on how nice he smelled.
“Ermm..yes, I’m fine,” she quickly replied, her voice a little shrill. “Please don’t give me CPR.”
His laugh was like velvet.
“No, I don’t think you need CPR right now,” Jesse answered. He was staring at her a little funnily and Beca cleared her throat.
“So what do firemen do? Besides fighting fires,” she started. “I mean you are firemen. So you’ll put out fires. That is in the job description. But..umm..when you’re not fire fighting -”
Oh my god, am I gabbling? Why the hell am I gabbling so much? - Beca thought. - And I’m using my hands. Shit. Too much hands. Now he’s looking at me like I’m a weirdo. Which I am. God, stop this, Becaaaa!
“Many things,” Jesse replied, unaware of Beca’s inner monologue. “We don’t get a 911 every hour. Sometimes it’s smaller emergencies like cutting stuck people out of weird places. I could tell you some stories about that. Most of the time, we do lots of drills and maintenance. You know that fire hose on the fire engine? That thing always need drying. And we save cats out of trees. That happens like all the time.”
Fire hose? Cats in trees? Damn Stacie and her dirty talk!
“We do community outreach. Like talking to kids about fire safety and installing free fire alarms,” Jesse continued, oblivious to Beca’s flushed face. He then looked down at his drink. “We also do charity work…like…mfmganshder”
Beca didn’t picked up the last few words because he was mumbling now. It was dim at the bar but she could see he was blushing.
“What was that? The last bit?” Beca asked, intrigued now.
“Charity work?” Jesse replied. “We do charity work.”
“Like…?” Beca prompted. But he kept schtum, blushing redder than ever. “Hang on…which precinct did you say your station was?”
Then it hit her what he was embarrassed about.
“Holy shit! You posed for a calendar!” Beca yelled out. “A naked calendar!”
“Ssshh! Not too loud,” Jesse shushed her, putting a hand over Beca’s mouth. She had a fit of giggles and nearly fell off her stool. Luckily Jesse was close enough to catch her and she leaned into him for support.
“Ok!” Jesse admitted. “I did pose for the calendar but I wasn’t entirely naked. There was a strategically placed fire hydrant. And it’s for charity!”
“Dude, you were naked,” Beca hiccuped, still laughing. She whipped out her phone and started to google furiously. “Which month were you? June? July? My friend has the calendar in her office but I didn’t exactly look…”
Jesse was trying to take her phone out of her hands but Beca can be really wriggly when she wanted to. She tapped the images that came out and…well, hello Mr. September. The calendar had been tastefully shot in black and white. There was a group photo of five hot firemen, striding towards the camera and Jesse was one of them. Ok, it was just not fair how hot they looked topless like this, with their face and chest smeared with dirt. And how those trousers were slung low around their hips? Beca quickly thumbed thought to September, to a full page photo of Jesse and the strategically placed fire hydrant. Her eyes nearly popped out. That’s how he look under all that clothes? Okaaaay, she might have to save this image for later. For…ermm research purposes.
Beca tore her eyes away from those distracting images to find fully clothed Jesse standing beside her, looking a little embarrassed.
“I think it’s sweet of you to do this,” Beca pronounced, waving her phone at Jesse.
“Really?” Jesse asked, looking a little hopeful.
“Yeah.” Beca nodded. “I mean you could have caught a cold. Being naked and all.”
“Ok, let’s not talk about this,” Jesse answered swiftly.
“Why are you embarrassed about this?” Beca said. “You’re doing a good thing. Don’t get big headed but you looked kinda hot and your butt’s quite cute.”
Jesse raised his brows.
“Don’t want to brag,” he said in a mock humble tone. “But I got fan mail.”
“You didn’t!” Beca exclaimed in surprise.
“Yep, I did.” Jesse said and then he frowned. “Actually, come to think of it, my butt got fan mail. Does this mean I’ve got butt mail?”
She couldn’t help that peal of laughter coming out from her and when her laughter petered off, Beca found him staring at her again.
“Dude, what’s with the staring? It’s creeping me out.”
“Oh. Sorry,” Jesse replied. He then shook his head slowly. “I just can’t believe I’ve made a complete fool of myself in front of you.”
Beca was just about to answer when they both heard a loud whoop and Stacie was staggering towards them, propping Chloe one one side. Chloe was clearly drunk by the way she was warbling incoherently and trying to get back to the dance floor, saying she had to look for Benji, who had somehow disappeared in the crowd of dancers.
“Beca, Red’s drunk,” Stacie called out. “I think we need to call it a night. I’ll go find Amy.”
“Becaaaaaa,” Chloe hailed her drunkenly. The ginger staggered over, wrapping her arms around the tiny brunette. Beca nearly fell over if Jesse had not quickly steady her. “Beca, I had too mush jiggle jooooss. Dose fie yer men hot. Can I bring Ben.. Ben gee home?”
“We need to use our ‘inside’ voice, Chlo.” Beca said calmly as she tried to untangle Chloe’s squidgy arms from around her neck. “Please keep your hands to yourself. We are going home now.”
“Ben-gee…I mean, Benji will be going home with his friend here, Jesse.” Beca said firmly. “Now, sit down here and don’t wander off. You have to tell me if you want to go somewhere, OK? And yes, boobies are great but please don’t touch them.”
Once Chloe settled down on the nearest bar stool, Beca turned to Jesse, smiling apologetically.
“You handled that pretty well,” Jesse commented, looking impressed.
“I’m a school teacher,” Beca replied. “Most of the time talking to a drunk friend is like talking to a toddler.”
They were interrupted again when Stacie and Fat Amy turned up, with the blondie looked a little worse for wear. Beca knew she and Stacie will have a fun time settling these two into bed.
“We gotta go,” Beca said reluctantly.
“Alright,” Jesse said, sounding equally reluctant. “I’ve gotta find Benji. He’s going to have such a hangover tomorrow.”
“It was great meeting you.”
“Yeah. You too. Thanks for the drink.”
“Becaaaaaa….” Another wail came up from Chloe. “I need to pee! Now. Now. Now. I really need to pee now.”
“I need to pee too!” Amy groaned, holding on to herself and jumping from foot to foot.
Beca flashed Jesse a quick smile before propping the ginger on one shoulder. He stood by the bar, watching her intently, that smile still on his face. Beca waved a distracted goodbye towards his direction as she walked/limped towards the bathroom as fast as possible with Chloe clinging to her side. Both Staice and her managed to get the two drunk girls into Stacie’s car and Beca slid into the shotgun seat.
Great. Just great.
Beca never would have believed that Chloe would be the one to cock-block her. She didn’t even have chance even to buy him a drink, let alone ask him out for dinner. To thank him, of course. She was a well brought up girl and he did try to save her life, after all. She should him dinner at least. Well, no chance of that now. Thank you Chloe.
She nearly missed that buzz coming from her phone.
Beca read the incoming message and her scowl immediately turned into a smile. Stacie glanced over to her just before she started the car.
“What’s that smile for?” she asked Beca innocently.
“Oh nothing,” Beca replied. “I’ve got a date.”
Stacie merely hummed back, carefully pulling the car into gear and driving off. It was when they were nearly home and the two drunks were peacefully snoring at the back that Stacie spoke up,“You owe me lunch.”
“What for?” Beca asked in surprise.
“For hooking you up with the hot Mr. September,” Stacie remarked. At Beca’s surprised grunt, Stacie laughed. “You think I didn’t know? I recognised him the moment he was dryhumping you over that table and you were ‘choking’.” The taller girl turned her head towards Beca and gave her a wink. “Now aren’t you glad I gave him your number?”
On the island of Malta is a prehistoric underground megalithic structure known awesomely as the Hypogeum of Hal-Saflieni, which sounds like the title of Terry Gilliam’s next movie. It was discovered by accident in 1902 when some workers were digging a hole and broke through the ceiling. Oh, and they also found about 7,000 skeletons all clustered near the entrance. So, that’s creepy.
Since most humans inherently lack common sense, the workers decided to take a look around, instead of fleeing from whatever it was that 7,000 people clearly died trying to escape. Luckily, rather than having their faces melted off by some Indiana Jones MacGuffin, they found something truly astonishing.
The three-level underground structure is made entirely out of megalithic stones, and was built who knows when. What surprised people even more was when they found out that male voices could reverberate throughout the entire complex if the person was standing in a certain spot. But here’s the kicker – the effect only worked if the speaking voice was in the 95 to 120 Hz range, so women’s voices don’t usually generate the same effect. Whoever built the Hypogeum actually invented sexist architecture.
Alright, time to talk about the DC Extended Universe. “Wait What?” You’re probably thinking. Isn’t this blog about the Marvel Cinematic Universe and not the DC Extended Universe? Why yes, yes it is. That being said though, there are now three films in that later cinematic universe, which is a good sample size of the studio’s approach thereof, so naturally people are comparing the two universes, especially when one seems to be full of really great films and the other… well we’ll get into that in a bit. The title of this post is mainly addressing the fact that a lot of fans are placing themselves into two camps, those who like the Marvel movies and those who like the DC films, much in a similar way to how comic book readers have been picking companies to follow in their readings for decades now.
This notion of Marvel vs. DC has been around for quite a long time, but there are in fact people out there who like aspects of both, as well as groups of people who don’t really care a whole lot for either. The superhero/comic book adaptation genre of films has now become a pervasive part of cinema, and will not be going away anytime soon. When you have two very distinct approaches to making these films going on simultaneously however, it will undoubtedly invite comparisons between the two, and thus spark all kinds of debate over which is better.
What are these approaches exactly? Well given the nature of this blog, it only makes sense that I address the MCU first. The Marvel Cinematic Universe is developed by Marvel Studios which is a division of Marvel Entertainment. In its early stages of development (Phase 1), their films were distributed via Paramount Pictures (and Universal Studios in the case of The Incredible Hulk).
Not too long into it though, Marvel Entertainment was acquired by Disney, and thus thereafter, future MCU films (with the exception of the upcoming Spider-Man: Homecoming) would be distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures, and after a corporate shake-up in 2015, Marvel Studios head Kevin Feige would now answer directly to Walt Disney Studios chairman Alan Horn instead of Marvel Entertainment CEO Ike Perlmutter.
From the get-go, it was clear that the execs at Marvel Studios had a clear vision of what they were setting out to accomplish, even if we couldn’t fully envision it in the same way they did. In 2014 Feige was quoted as saying that they’ve had plans for things as far forward as 2028 (twenty years after the release of the first Iron Man movie), and this year was quoted as saying they have a film roster currently plotted out up to 2025.
This shows that since day one, they have had a big picture map laid out, and that they approached each film with the mind set of: how can this film fit on that map, and is there anything in this film that will require us to make adjustments to that map. They were clearly playing the long game, and were making sure that each film would not only stand on their own, but work together as a collective unit, hence the idea of a shared cinematic universe involving multiple sub-franchises was born.
Moving on to the DC Extended Universe, things look a bit different. First there was the non-starter in 2011 that was Green Lantern. Ryan Reynolds as Hal Jordan was the brightest day in the blackest night that was this over CGIfied mess of a film. However, that doesn’t change the fact that it was Warner Bros. attempt at creating a film that could potentially bring us a shared universe, but due to the film’s track record that never came to be, and we could say that that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
On the one hand, if they were going to treat all their DC properties in a similar way, it’s best that Green Lantern didn’t blossom into a cinematic universe, but if it was treated with care and respect, we could’ve gotten an awesome film that would’ve kickstarted a cinematic universe that might’ve even come to rival the MCU.
Ultimately, what’s been happening at WB in this instance has been more like what has been going on at Fox for almost two decades now: DC Comics has simply been a property whose film rights have been owned by the studio. There has been no DC Studios as it were, it was simply Warner Bros., and they have been making adaptations of DC Comics properties and their subsidiaries (e.g. Vertigo) for quite some time. With the success of Marvel Studios and the MCU however, WB felt the need to compete with Marvel and Disney in a fighting-fire-with-fire type scenario.
As such, in 2013 we got our first official DCEU film, in the form of Man of Steel. The film was met with mixed reception from critics and audiences alike. Many saw it as the “Nolanizing” of Superman, that is to say, giving gritty realism and darker tones to what some felt should’ve been a brighter film, both in visual tone, and in the context of the story.
Now while Marvel was expanding their MCU into the world of the small screen through shows like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Daredevil, WB chose the multiverse route, keeping their TV shows (Arrow, The Flash, etc.) separate from their movies, but creating connected universes within each.
This would be a double-edged sword, in that it allowed their shows to not be reliant on the events of the film to further their plots, but it also meant that the movies wouldn’t be able to benefit from the awesome storytelling structures the folks in TV land were offering; which caused the shows to thrive while the movies have been floundering.
Furthermore, instead of plans to release another film in 2013, or even two more films in 2014, and/or another two in 2015, they waited three full years before releasing their next DCEU films. This is largely due to the fact that, again, at the time, DC Comics was just one property, among various properties, that WB was releasing movies for, so their focus on creating a well connected cinematic universe was being treated as merely one project amongst many, which frankly is no good.
Marvel showed that a cinematic universe with multiple sub-franchises can work, but only if that is the sole focus. Marvel Studios was an entity solely devoted to creating and developing the MCU. That’s all they were doing, and that’s all they needed to do. Disney owned Marvel Entertainment at large, but left them to their own devices for the most part, and simply let the profits come through via distribution rights, and it’s worked out quite well in their favour, to the point that they’re now doing a similar thing with LucasFilm, creating a cinematic universe out of the Star Wars franchise.
Due to the lack of focus and devotion, we ended up with an approach to the DCEU that looked more like a game of darts than a well laid out map. They approached each movie one at a time, making adjustments as they went along based on events of and audience receptions to previous films, along with focus group screenings, the filmmaking landscapes, etc.; you know, the typical studios executive approach to film making. This approach frankly doesn’t work if you’re trying to be innovative in the way Marvel Studios has been. Man of Steel was honestly nothing more than okay, and failed in a lot of ways, even as a standalone outing.
Worse though, there was no real hint that Man of Steel was a part of a grander cinematic universe until three years later when they released Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice, which was a film that frankly leaned heavier on the Dawn of Justice part of the title, but from a marketing standpoint used Batman v. Superman as a branding tool more than a plot driver (which made it slightly ironic that Batman literally branded criminals).
Both BvS and Suicide Squad placed the focus on too many things, and incorporated superfluous elements into their movies, mainly because, again, Warner Bros. was trying to compete with Marvel Studios instead of sharing the superhero genre corner of the market. They’re all superhero movies, people will go see all of them regardless of studios.
Instead of taking their time and building up the universe to the point where they could’ve released BvS and Suicide Squad without feeling contrived, they stalled out on making DCEU films for three years, leaving them with two movies back-to-back that tried to be too many things far too early in the scheme of this cinematic universe.
BvS was trying to be a Man of Steel sequel, a Batman setup film, a Justice League setup film, and a tool to be a comparison to/competition for Captain America: Civil War, given that both films share very similar plot elements and themes. The problem for BvS was that Civil War was the thirteenth MCU film, and executed those plot elements in a much more cohesive way, and while not perfect, honoured the source material well enough that you didn’t care about the minor plot holes.
BvS was only the second DCEU film, and a lot of the plot elements and character developments didn’t make sense because they were inconsistent; Batman showed powerful deductive reasoning, but not when it counted most; Superman showed that he had near godlike powers, only to not use them when it counted most. Civil War earned a lot of its plot elements and themes over the course of the past eight years, and used them consistently. The only consistency in the DCEU’s three films to date, was their inconsistency with their character motivations.
Suicide Squad had a generic third act plot point and a forgettable villain. It felt tonally, Like BvS, as though it was several films at once (the Harley/Joker origin story, the Deadshot origin story, throwing in backstories for most of the other Squad members, etc.), and it felt like at times it was trying to emulate Guardians of the Galaxy and/or Deadpool. The beauty of both GotG and Deadpool, was that while they were set in their respective cinematic universes, they were not beholden to them. They were made in a way that they didn’t rely on them; they stood more alone than most of the other standalone films from their respective universes.
While all three of these aforementioned films technically fit into the anti-hero category, they do so in different ways. Deadpool chooses to do good, but on his terms with questionable methods that you typically wouldn’t see a hero use. The Guardians of the Galaxy are outlaws, who are really good at heart, that choose to do good because they all have a common cause of not wanting to be out of some kind of employment/wanting to be alive. Taskforce X (a.k.a. the Suicide Squad) are villains and criminals, straight up, and they are forced against their better judgement to do heroics.
The former two lend themselves to more lightheartedness which is why those films had a slightly sillier, comedic edge, with a sprinkle of dark elements here-and-there since they are still anti-hero films. Suicide Squad should’ve been a darker film with its villainous characters, sprinkled with comedic moments to humanize them a bit because they’re still technically the protagonists of the story. However, in trying to be similar in tone to films like GotG and Deadpool, there ended up being too much comedy, making them feel like one big joke. Deadpool and Guardians of the Galaxy both knew how to balance the comedy with the darker and more emotional moments. Suicide Squad had tonally clashing moments throughout.
Now I’m not saying I hate the current DCEU films. If anything they were decent, but only to an extent. Unlike the MCU films, there’s nowhere near as much re-watch value. The problem is that Marvel Studios has given us a winning formula. Sure even they’ve had their misses (The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2 & 3, Thor: The Dark World), but even those films have been fairly enjoyable or largely forgettable in the grand scheme of things.
The DCEU is just starting out and it might be a little harsh to be judging them so much this early in the game for their development, but they’re coming into it at such a late hour in the game with film quality equal to or lesser than that of those Marvel films I just mentioned. The MCU had such a strong opener with the first Iron Man film, and the first Thor, Captain America and Avengers films were all major highlights; the DCEU is frankly off to a very rough start.
Marvel Studios has been developing the MCU for eight years now. They’re releasing Doctor Strange, their fourteenth film on November 4, 2016, and they have eight more films slated for the rest of their Phase 3 (present-2019). They have clearly established their universe, so anyone wanting to do the same now has two options: follow the same formula and take their time to create a longstanding cohesive through-line narrative across multiple standalone films in various sub-franchises, or get as much material out as quickly as they can, and hope something sticks. The later is the choice Warner Bros. has taken, and it’s not working.
There is hope though. In May 2016, following the criticisms of BvS, WB announced that a new DC Films unit was being established within the studio, and that it would be headed up by Geoff Johns and Jon Berg, the former of which is basically the current king of DC. He has been the Chief Creative Officer at DC Comics since 2010, and has had major writing credits in comic book arcs such as Brightest Day, Flashpoint, the New 52 runs of Justice League, Shazam! and Aquaman, and he collaborated on the graphic novel Batman: Earth One. He has also served as a writer and producer on the CW shows Arrow and The Flash. He was also an executive producer on BvS so he’s already in the mix of it, but given his track record…
Geoff Johns is a man who clearly cares about the comics and honouring the source material in his adaptations. Zack Snyder clearly does not. Snyder is a man who favours style over substance. Yes that worked for Dawn of the Dead and 300 because those had source materials that fit into his wheelhouse of visual spectacle storytelling. Watchman, Sucker Punch, Man of Steel and Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice… not so much.
Watchman was a cometary on a lot of the tropes in superhero comics, Snyder glorified the things being satirized thereof. Sucker Punch was meant to be an intricately told story that got bogged down by flashy special effects and poor pacing. Man of Steel and BvS followed their source material at a base level, but when it counted most, that material was ignored for the sake of spectacle.
Clearly Snyder was not the best choice to be involved with these pictures. This is a man who can’t take costumed heroes/vigilantes seriously, and that says a lot. Geoff Johns on the other hand has done great work in comics and the Arrowverse on television, so he’s versed in the source material and cares about it. He’s invested in these characters and he takes them seriously.
The signs clearly show too. Right from the get go, people had reservations from the trailers for MoS, BvS and Suicide Squad. However, when the trailers for Wonder Woman and Justice League dropped at this year’s San Diego Comic Con, people went crazy for them; clearly Geoff has gotten right to work and is starting to fix things for the better; the fact that Ben Affleck has been made executive producer on Justice League say a lot towards that too.
Several of the cast members expressed some reservations during interviews for BvS, whether verbally or through body language/facial expressions. However in recent interviews from the set of Justice League, all the cast, and especially Ben Affleck, have been highly praising Geoff Johns for his hand in the film and have shown great excitement making it. This all tells me that Wonder Woman will likely be a better solo outing than Man of Steel, and Justice League will be much more exciting than BvS, and that the DCEU will finally be moving in the right direction.
But is it too little too late at this point? It’s hard to say right now. Clearly they have an uphill battle, and they did shoot themselves in their feet with a poor opening approach to this cinematic universe, both from a creative stand point, choosing style over substance, and from a logistical standpoint, waiting three whole years between their first and second film releases, plus creating a lot of hypocrisies in their narrative.
However, since Justice League will probably be the last Zack Snyder directed film in the DCEU (at least for a good long while), allowing for a more diverse team of directors to be culled, and since by the sounds of things Snyder is being reigned in a little bit on this one, plus the fact that Geoff Johns and Ben Affleck are co-writing a script for a solo Batman film that will be produced and directed by Ben Affleck, I would say there’s still hope for the DCEU.
Does that mean, in the end that everyone is going to come to love the DC films the same way they’ve come to love the MCU movies? If we go by just the first three films to come out so far, probably not, but that isn’t exactly the fairest assessment. I think in the end Marvel and DC can work in harmony; it’s just a matter of the DCEU being able to hit its stride, and when it does, we’ll start to see the dynamic of the superhero genre shift dramatically.
In the end, DC will just have to blaze their own path, just as Marvel has done with the MCU. We can only hope that someday, the thoughts of bad DCEU films will be a distant memory. I for one believe we all can get along, because in the end, if all the superhero movies can be good, than we win. But as always, I want to know what you think. Let me know in the comments how you feels about the DCEU so far. What are you most looking forward to with the MCU and the DCEU? Also, as always, please like and reblog, and be sure to follow Me, You & the MCU.
Summary: AU. Snapshots of Mako watching Korra through spring, summer, fall, and winter. Continuation of this. (Be the Peaf Prompt #65- Comeback)
Rating: T (tw for panic attacks)
It was a bright spring Saturday, Mako’s allergies were killing him, and he was currently wearing the most embarrassingly small pair of shorts he owned in order to impress the pretty girl across the park. Again.
Six months into this strategy of seduction, one would think that Mako would have grown disheartened. But, no. Colossally embarrassed by the amount of soccer moms and teenage boys staring at him as he stretched, maybe, but nowhere near giving up.
Or near, you know, actually approaching the girl herself.