Felix was blocking another blow from one of the pirates when the deafening scream rang out and everyone stopped to clap their hands over their ears. The ground started to shake violently under them and Felix instantly searched to find Pan. He was standing in the midst of the camp, his face contorted into something terrifying to behold. Felix followed his gaze and saw Y/N lying on the ground, crimson staining the white chemise she was wearing. Her mouth still slightly agape from the short strangled scream that escaped from it a moment earlier.
“No…” he let out a small gasp.
The island cracked and split open. Pirates and Lost Boys alike lost their balance and fell into the pits. Thinking quick Felix kicked the pirate next to him into a crack and moved as quickly as he could to where Y/N was lying. Right now the only safe place to be was by either her or Pan.
He dropped next to her and pressed his fingers to her neck. A pulse. “Pan! Stop!” Felix shouted, “She’s still alive!”
The tremors calmed slightly. “She’s alive but only barely! You need to stop!”
The cracks along the island started to close again as Pan started to walk towards Y/N and Felix. Felix backed away as Pan took the spot next to her. He brought a glowing hand up to where she was bleeding. With Y/N in caring hands Felix went about the camp looking for survivors. Some of the pirates including Hook survived and took off after the ground had stopped trembling. Many of the Lost Boys were now gone but quite a few had managed to keep from falling into the pits.
“What happened? Why did the island start quaking?” Devin limped to where Felix was standing.
“That’s why.” Felix pointed to where Y/N and Pan were.
“Y/N!” Felix held him back. “Dammit lemme go!”
“No! If she has any chance then you can’t go over there ruining his concentration!”
“Dying.” Felix tightened his arm around Devin, “And her only hope is Pan. So if you don’t want to bury her corpse you’ll keep your distance.”
Devin nodded if not begrudgingly. “Good. Now go see who else is alive.” Felix shoved him off. Devin trudged off glancing back at Y/N worriedly.
Hours passed before Pan finally stood up, Y/N carefully being cradled in his arms. “Pan,” Felix approached him, “Is she…”
“Barely. She’ll need watching somewhere where she won’t be disturbed.” Pan said without making eye contact.
“I’ll fix one of the tents.” Felix found some remaining tent parts and put them together. Pan set her down inside.
“Watch her. If anything changes find me immediately.” Pan walked away without another word.
Felix peered inside the tent at Y/N. She sure did look dead save the small rise and fall of her chest. He’d be lying if he didn’t say he wasn’t relieved. Y/N was a good Lost Girl and one of the smarter people on the island so it would have been a shame to lose her. On the other hand he feared what would have happened had she died, what will happen if she doesn’t make it.
Pan had gotten close to past Lost Boys and when they met a bad fate things weren’t great afterwards. This though. Felix stared at the unconscious Lost Girl in growing dread. What had went from being just another person on the island then to friends, had become something far more dangerous for everyone left still alive. No one could or should hold that much power over the person that is connected to this realm.
For the first time in a long time Felix wished that Pan had just left Y/N to die all those years ago.
What is wrong with me? I tried to open my eyes but found it too difficult. My head felt like it was floating in molasses. Just as I was about to fall back to sleep I heard something. Someone’s voice.
I need to wake up. I forced my eyes open, squinting against the light. Where am I? The space became clearer as I realized I was laying in a tent. When I tried to sit up a wave of pain crashed through me. I bit my lip hard. Let’s take this a little slower. I tilted my head up as far as it could go and saw the dark red across my once crisp white chemise. With shaking hands I rolled the shift up till I could see my stomach. There was a bright red gash surrounded by deep purple almost pitch black skin. So like an idiot that just woke up in extreme pain I poked it.
“FUCK!” I shrieked. Bad idea! Very bad idea!
“She’s awake.” I had almost forgotten about the voice that had woken me up. I didn’t bother looking up when I heard the tent flap open.
“Look who’s not dead.” I recognized Peter’s smug voice near me.
“Fuck me…” I groaned.
“Maybe when you feel better.” he said. I tried to give him a glare but I was in too much pain to make it threatening. “Stop writhing so much you’ll only make it worse.”
He laid a hand on the sore spot and the pain started to abate. “What happened?” I croaked out.
“Pirates invaded the camp in search for you. When they saw that you were not a damsel in distress but a Lost Girl they got a little angry.” he explained, “As for you, I can only assume you got cocky and let your guard down.”
“And they turned me into a shish kebab?” I remembered seeing the sword pierced through my gut and felt like I was going to be sick.
“Yeah. Turn over so I can get your back.” He helped me roll to my side so he could press the spot on my back.
“How are the others? How many did we lose?”
Peter was quiet. “Twelve. We lost twelve boys.”
“Devin, Ben, Nick, are they alright?”
“I’m safe too, thanks for asking.” I heard Felix’s voice from the mouth of the tent.
“I knew they wouldn’t be able to get rid of you, blondie.” I joked and I heard the small scoff that counted as his laugh. “How long have I been out of it?”
“Half a day or so.” Peter answered.
“What of the pirates?”
“The few that’s left of them scuttled back to their ship. With half their crew gone I don’t think they’ll be dumb enough to raid the camp again.” Peter finished and rolled my chemise back down to my knees.
“Speaking of which,” Felix poked his head in, “Now that they know where we are we should probably move camp. We’re too close to the shore for comfort.”
“Agreed, we’ll go as soon as Y/N can walk.”
“I can walk now.” I swallowed back the pain as I sat up fully, “Let’s get moving.”
“Idiot.” Peter pushed me back down. “You almost died a couple hours ago. You won’t be able stand on your own let alone walk.”
“Then give me someone to lean on.” I sat up again. Peter gave me a disdainful look before leaving the tent and shouting for Devin.
Devin, Nick, and Ben were soon cramming into the tent relieved to see I was still alive. I assured them I was fine but needed someone to help me up so that I could go with them to move the camp. Nick agreed to shoulder me and Devin went to pack up my tent while Ben gave my injuries a once over.
When I was up on my feet I realized exactly how weak I still was. If it wasn’t for Nick practically carrying me I would have fallen into a heap just trying to get to my feet. We made it into the jungle a ways before my stumbling got so bad that Nick just conceded to carrying me on his back. I feel so helpless. If I hadn’t gotten run through I would have been up in the trees flitting about like a bird and throwing acorns at the boys. This was so boring!
The group finally stopped at a new clearing. The remaining Lost Boys went about setting up their tents and creating a perimeter for the camp. As for me, seeing as how I couldn’t stand I was stuck kneeling on the ground trying in vain to pitch my tent.
Felix approached me. “I can do this! I don’t need any help!” I snapped at him.
“Yes, you do. But that’s not why I’m here.” he knelt next to me, “We need to have a talk.”
“Your correlation with Pan.”
“Whatever you’re thinking you don’t need to worry.” I waved it off, “It is purely a physical arrangement.”
“Are you so sure about that?”
“Do you seriously believe that I’ve developed feelings?” I rolled my eyes at the absurd notion, “Felix, I know girls have a reputation of reading too much into things like this but you know that’s not me. When we’re in public things are as they always have been, I’m not stupid enough to jeopardize that.”
“Maybe you believe that, but you didn’t see what happened last night.”
“The pirates invaded the camp and we lost some good boys. What else do I need to know?”
“That when you got taken out, Pan he…he did something reckless.”
“The island started breaking. It was like someone had opened the gates to hell.”
Oh, was that all? I thought it was something worse.
“That wasn’t because of me. Nick explained everything on the walk over here. Peter was just trying to drive the pirates away.”
“I saw his face when he watched you go down. It was terrifying to witness. Pirates and Lost Boys fell through the cracks like sand through your fingers. If it wasn’t for me telling him you were still barely alive he might have plunged the entire island into the sea.”
“No. I mean why would he…”
“You know why.” he leveled me with a stern look, “You gotta rein this in before it gets out of hand.”
I nodded. “Don’t worry. I’ll fix this.”
“You had better.” Felix stood up leaving me alone once again. Peter may trust me more than the others in some respects but we couldn’t have a repeat of past mistakes. I wasn’t going to allow him to endanger the lives of my brothers just to keep me alive.
The day crawled by and when night grew close Peter approached me again to help heal me. This time when he was finished I was feeling much stronger and could walk around on my own. It would take some time before I was completely back to normal but for now this was all I needed.
“Here,” he handed me a change of clothes, “You probably want to get into some real clothes.”
“Yes please,” I took them gratefully and started to change out of the bloody chemise. I caught Peter’s gaze and paused, “What?”
“There’s a pond just a ways to the west of here in case you wanted to wash up.” he got to his feet without looking at me, taking the chemise with him. “Night.”
A wash did sound nice. I wrapped my cloak around me and carried my clothes with me to the pond Peter had mentioned. I dipped down letting the water come up to my neck. I needed this. I wiped at the grime I had accumulated over the past couple days but paused when I saw red dripping from my fingers in the moonlight. Was I bleeding? I didn’t feel any pain?
That’s when I noticed them. On my arms and legs were the dried remains of bloody handprints. The sight of them made my stomach churn. Devin told me that Peter had spent a long time healing me when I got skewered. I didn’t think that when he did so his hands were covered in blood. My blood.
I scrubbed harder washing away the blood until my skin was raw. After I dried off and got dressed I walked back to camp. Many of the boys had already retired to their tents. Things were so much smaller now. The boys we lost were my brothers. Now they were just gone.
Peter was standing in the center of camp in front of the small blazing fire. Upon closer inspection I noticed he was burning the chemise I had been wearing.
All those boys. My brothers had fallen through and died because of what he did. I like to boast that I know Peter the best and I do. But I never thought he’d do something as dumb as allow his emotions to run his mind. He caught me staring and gestured for me to come over.
“So, Felix told me what you did.” I whispered, twiddling with the edge of my shirt, “Why did you? We agreed that things wouldn’t go past friends.”
“And they haven’t.” He muttered not taking his eyes off the fire.
“You cracked open the island and let boys die. They’re gone because of you and your feelings.”
“Feelings?” he scoffed turning to look at me, “You think I have feelings? For you?”
“You would have let any other boy die, I know you would have.” I sighed, “What other reason would you have?”
“Let’s get one thing straight right now,” he sneered, “You are a Lost Girl. Nothing more. Just because we make out sometimes doesn’t mean I think anything more of you.”
“Oh really?” I pointed my dagger at him, “You think nothing of me? How could I miss such an obvious perspective? Our time in the Enchanted Forest, what you told me, what I trusted in you, the parts of you that you keep hidden from even yourself that you let me into was all just pretense. Was it?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No. I do. And I am not leaving until you admit that you let your emotions cloud your judgement and promise it won’t happen again.” I tapped the tip of my dagger against his chin.
He swatted the dagger out of my hands. “You are so conceited. I broke open the island to get rid of the pirates, who by the way, found their way to camp because of your brilliant half-baked plan. Any idiots that fell in during so are not my concern. Besides, it’s good to thin out the ranks every now and again, get some new blood.”
“Alright. Let’s for a moment pretend that your cock and bull story is true. If you really did do it to just drive off the pirates and let the group thin out then why didn’t you let me become another casualty? If I’m just like all the others then why did you spend hours healing me to ensure that I lived?”
We stared each other down, neither one willing to look away first. The small fire started to smoulder out of existence next to us. He has nothing. I think I’ve finally bested the pompous git. I dropped his stare with a smile and turned to collect my dagger. “I thought better of you but not even the king of pretend can make up an excuse this time, can he?”
Before I had time to react Peter tripped me up and kicked my dagger out of reach. He stood above me exuding rage. “Do not forget who you are speaking to, Lost Girl. You may think we are even ground but I am leagues above you in every way. I am your leader and you will treat me as such. So I suggest you go back to your tent, rethink your place and take a moment to remember that the only reason you are here to argue with me is because I saved your poor, weak arse more times than I can recall.”
“Fine,” I pushed myself to my feet, “Since you won’t admit you over reacted to ‘just another Lost Girl’s’ imminent demise, I won’t say anything else to you at all.”
“Good.” he materialized my dagger in his hand and handed it back to me, “Now that the subject has dropped I am going to bed. Goodnight.”
I took the dagger without saying a word. He gazed at me slightly confused when I didn’t reply. “I said goodnight.” Another moment of silence passed and the realization set in. “Really? You’re not going to talk to me now because I hurt your feelings? Okay, a few days without having to listen to your incessant nagging will be wonderful. Who am I kidding? You probably won’t be able to hold back some immature embarrassed retort by the time I finish this sentence. Still nothing? Great. See you in the morning, pet.”
I had to literally bite my tongue to keep from saying something about the degrading nickname. He could tell the remark got to me and gave me an amused smirk in response before turning to leave. If this imp thought he could get me to break so easily he was in for a surprise.
Cole and you have always been close. You were best friends before you started dating and now you were finally together, cliche! Nonetheless, you loved each other and sometimes you tend to be very lovey-dovey. Most of the time that made your friends and family make fun of you. So when Cole decided to take you with him on set it did not take you by surprise that everyone never missed the opportunity to joke about your realationship. You would always distract him while trying to film or that’s what he would say every time he forgot his lines or just decided to do a stupid face.
You had only spent about two days on set with your loving boyfriend and his amazing cast members and all of them would keep on mocking you about everything, even after you left them and went back home. Today, for example, Kj was having an interviewer and he was asked about Cole and how he acts when he’s talking about you or when he’s around you. “It’s actually hillarious that he refuses he does this but he is costantly talking about her. He’s like, ‘ Awww look at her dude, she is so adorable in this photo’ or ‘I CAN’T EVEN BREATH SHE’S SO PRETTY’. He’s like a total fangirl when it comes to her. And honstly I cannot blame him.” He said and Cole couldn’t keep a straight face. “Dude, I don’t even act like that!” He tried to say when Lily jumped into the conversation pretending to be Cole sporting a fake manly voice. “’Oh my God, Lily, look at this photo of Y/N! She looks so beautiful!’ Said Cole showing me a photo with teary eyes when she sent him that said photo from a party she went to.” She said and Kj started laughing while bringing the image to his mind. “OK, it was one time-” “’Oh my look at her. She is so pretty when she is sleeping’” “ BUT THAT’S TRUE! She is so pretty when she sleeps it’s not my fault. Still you can’t prove anything.” Cole said and all three went on with the interview.
Only a few hours later Kj took to instagram to prove everything he said at that interview was true. “Soo, Cole says I can’t prove anything about him being so *cough* whipped *cough* So please enjoy his compilation of screenshots of his talking about her and some videos I took!” And right then it started. There were about 20 screeshots posted all proving that Cole couldn’t stop talking about you and about 5 videos. There was especially one from the time you got to visit him that you were sleeping on a chair while they were filming. “ I swear look at how adorable she looks!! Oh my god my feelings!” He said acting like a complete fangirl. There were more. Some old snapchats of his towards Kj or Lily saying how cute you look in a new outfit or when wearing his pieces of clothing. Honestly, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He is so whipped!
-hyper competent female character while the guys are all stupid -henpecked husband whose wife is the ‘no fun allowed’ type -girl who’s only character traits are “badass, shows a lot of skin, femme fatale” -female villains who are evil because theyre SEXY -female characters are either complete succubi who seduce every man they come across flawlessly, or they have no sex drive at all. -dorky and awkward male protagonist who has to PROve HimsELF -survivors of abuse or trauma being represented as either completely silent, mysterious waifs, or elegantly spoken, beautifully tragic damsels.
Damian Wayne liking his BFF(the reader) and not knowing what to do about it
Could you do some headcanons of Damian and him liking his BFF and not knowing what to do about it?”
So here’s how it went down:
-He was the last to find out (ABOUT HIS OWN FUCKING FEELINGS) *facepalms*
-You two were extremely close, yes, but over the past few months he began to hold you at an esteem as high as he held Alfred (not insulting you anymore, MENTIONING YOU OUTSIDE OF CRIME FIGHTING, TRUSTING YOU ENOUGH TO TELL YOU ALL HIS SECRETS, BEGINNING TO STUTTER AND FUMBLE WHENEVER HE WAS NEAR YOU IN APPARENT AWKWARDNESS
-that’s when the boys new somethin WAS UP. (Spying on him and you whenever you visited the manor, searching through his belongings and his sketchbook)
-THEY KNEW RIGHT OFF THE BAT WHEN THEY SAW SKETCHES OF YOU IN HIS BOOK (Tim took an L for the team and compromised his very safety in order to retrieve this classified information [DAMIAN BROKE THIS POOR BOY’S FOREARM WITH A BASEBALL BAT])
-once Jason and Dick began to pester him about said sketches of you he began to suggest you two meet out of the manor instead (AND BRUCE HEARD AND WAS LIKE, BOY WHY YOU ACTING SO SUSPICIOUS YOU NEVER HIDE COLLIN OR JON FROM YOUR BROTHERS)
-the next time you two did meet at the library he caught his father and brothers spying and got so flustered and overall frustrated with the situation that he lashed out at you and said he never wanted to see you again (YOU LEFT PISSED)
-he went back home that night and couldn’t think straight, he was in a funk and his crime fighting even slacked -at one point he told dick he felt like he was gonna be sick (so Dick took him out back behind the building they’d fought thugs in that night while Bruce and Tim went back to the manor)
- “It smells like LAVENDER!! WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE LAVENDER!! SHE’S NOT EVEN HERE HOW CAN IT… *gAGS* (mistakes the drop in his stomach for sickness, smells you everywhere, thinks of your face and the dropping feeling hits him even harder)
-he just falls to his knees trying to gag dry heaving and Grayson is just standing there like this poor kid IS SO FUCKING CLUELESS
- “Grayson, I-I th- I Think I’ve developed a.. a fondness for (Y/N).”
I hope this doesn't seem like a weird question,, but do you think you could recommend some poets?
MY TIME HAS COME
oh man. oh man, friend, i love me some poetry. here’s a list of mostly but not entirely contemporary poets (i didn’t pick an accompanying poem for everyone because i am both lazy and indecisive sorry but check them all out):
honestly, the penumbra immediately appealed to me because of how it described itself as intentionally twisting tropes, which is something I’m very fond of. I’ve read a lot of rewrites of fairy tales and old stories and in my opinion the best part about it is being able to shock your reader with something they already know. There’s nothing surprising about making a “hard boiled detective” but having this personality explained by actual mental health issues is an incredibly refreshing change of pace
and they’re doing it in a much different way then i could, as someone who set out to write a “beauty and the beast au” and ending up devoting a chapter to entirely unrelated characters breaking free from an entirely unrelated curse and eventually revealing that the way to break the beast’s spell wasn’t exactly love but more introspective feeling which, unfortunately, no one had thought of mentioning to the beast because they assumed he would find the instructions hidden behind the coach
1 2 4 5 10 11 for your amazing eret the art model au i don't know the name of offhand (10 also includes dagcup) I LOVE THAT FIC! it kills me. was the first of your i ever read and just because of the line about snotlout questioning his sexuality. Anyway
YES. PRACTICALLY CLICHE THAT I HAVEN’T THOUGHT OF IN FOREVER BUT REALLY WAS MY BEST WORK EVER.
What inspired you to write the fic this way?
In the nature of total honestly, I was writing my Snotstrid masterpiece au Bring it Back Home, which has the most amazing fanart I’ve ever made, and honestly, I was thinking how to top it. Like, how do I top ex-MLB player Snotlout teaching little league in his home town while his dad has cancer? How do I out shitty-romance-novel that? And the answer is art-model Eret. Who wears greasy mechanic coveralls and cares for his co-ex-con bestie Dagur with tenderness and empathy.
What scene did you first put down?
Chapter 1. I wrote it in order, for a while, which is weird for me. But I wanted to write Hiccstrid walking into an art room and flirting, then Dagur, Hiccup’s ex-flame shows up and Eret drops trou and prudestrid has an aneurysm and something like plot occurs.
What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
I looked this up for you. It’s not posted yet, but wow, it’s something. I literally laugh about it at least weekly because wtf.
“You two?” Dagur smiles a drippy smile, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Fucking finally, guys, I was asking my buddy about his snake pit. I was going to throw Astrid into it so you’d save her and you guys would get over whatever stupid hurdle was holding you back.”
“How’s Rob doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“You have a buddy with a snake pit?” Astrid and Eret ask at the exact same time. Dagur laughs.
“Classic you guys. You should have a couple name like Brangelina or-or-or Dagcup!” He sobs again, slumping forward to cradle his face in his hands.
What part was hardest to write?
SMUT. It’s where I’m stuck. It’s where I always get stuck. I’m so bad at smut, like, so bad. Really bad. It’s so hard.
Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
Because this came right after the first fic where I made Snotstrid work, I wanted to make Erestrid work. Given I’ve never finished this fic, I”ve never done it. And it drives me crazy, tbh. And the easiest way to make anything but hiccstrid work is to otherwise occupy Hiccup, like with a weird, competitive, artistic sex thing with Dagur.
What do you like best about this fic?
Honestly, I love writing Dagur. And I love prudestrid? Which is what I call her in my head because god, she’s such a mess. She’s like “I’ve never eaten delicious food because it would distract me from my quest to redeem my family name” and she’s my life. She’s like everything I loved most about type A, hyperfocused, murder queen httyd Astrid all at once.
Veronica is kinda superstitious after the whole "my child sees her dead biological father" thing and she holds a séance in her home and all they get through it JD's ghost saying "I'm sorry and I love you." (and kurt and ram making dirty milf jokes but they can just fuck off honestly)
Or what if she uses like a Ouija board or something and she’s like “okay I know these things are lame and stupid and cliche but if you’re there JD please say something?” And suddenly the planchette starts moving and it’s just like “you’re right, this is stupid.” And she’s just like…JD you dick…
Summary: You meet your soulmate. Soulmate AU where the first words you’re soulmate says to you are tattooed on your arm.
Characters: Sherlock x Reader, John x Unnamed Soulmate
Warnings: swearing, fluff
Word Count: Drabble
A/N: This is pretty cliche and short but I’ve been in the mood for some soulmate au’s so yeah. Also, this is my first time writing anything but Supernatural so be kind.
“You only say that because you already met your soulmate John.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend who was insisting for the umpteenth time that you would meet your soulmate someday.
“(Y/N), just trust me.” You just laughed shaking your head. You were about to say something when John’s roommate, Sherlock, spoke. It was the first time he had ever spoken to you, and to be honest, you were kind of falling head over heels for him, just from what you’d seen of him so far.
“Well you do have a point. Only 29.7 % of the world’s population will ever meet the person they are supposedly destined to love.” You froze, unable to process anything else. The first time Sherlock spoke to you, and he said the words tattooed on your arm. The words that were destined to be the first words your soulmate said to you.
“Supposedly? Now come on Sherlock, don’t tell me you don’t believe in soulmates,” John asked his roommate incredulously. You still sat there, going over things in your head, trying to decide what the fuck you were gonna say. What if you said the wrong thing? Was that even possible.
“I believe in them alright, but what are the odds that someone will say those specific words to you. I mean seriously, what kind of person would say that I’m-”
“Hell yeah! My soulmate’s smart, kind, and sexy as fuck!” You widened your eyes in terror. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?”
“Show me your arm (Y/N).” You held your arm out to your best friend, managing to look everywhere but Sherlock, to mortified by what you had just said. “Isn’t this what Sherlock said?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, still avoiding Sherlock’s gaze.
“Well, umm… I’m gonna give you two some privacy….” John walked out of the room, as you slowly brought your gaze to Sherlock. He was still sitting down, his eyes going back and forth between you and his arm.
“Sherlock, say something,” you whispered. What if he didn’t want a soulmate? Or worse, what if he didn’t want you to be his soulmate? He got up and walked towards you, cupping your face with his hands.
“I always wondered who’d think I was sexy.” And then he kissed you. Sherlock Homes was kissing you. Sherlock fucking Holmes was kissing you. Your brain could not process anything past that. It felt like hours, but could have easily been seconds, later when he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.
“I’m glad you’re my soulmate Sherlock.” He smiled softly, something you didn’t see too often and wouldn’t ever tire of seeing.
“So am I,” he whispered. And then he was kissing you again. That was another thing you’d never tire of.
Holy shit his episode is one freaking emotional rollercoaster.
I was thinking the gems would be the ones to reverse the effect, by doing those childish gags, as it always happens in cliche kids cartoons, but that didn’t happen. Steven is going back to his normal self because he is being himself.
EXACTLY. This is the most accurate sum up of Steven’s character.
You adorable marshmallow you, never put me through this many fucking emotions again.
Spoilers most likely so look away if you haven’t seen the movie and don’t want spoilers…but…
This movie was amazing.
You have Zack a non cliche Asian man who is well developed and has a scene about his Mom and how much he loves her that just hits all the right emotional spots.
Trini who is an lgbt character who isn’t defined by that aspect, who isn’t apologetic about it and shows the struggle of accepting herself and the struggle that her family may not accept her. She’s strong and yes more could have been done with it, but it was an awesome step.
Kimberly who starts off as kind of the bland cheerleader girl but through the film we see that she’s not perfect and she has struggles and guilt. She fucked up and she knows it, it shows that one mistake won’t define who she is and she comes to terms with the fact that she has to live with it.
Billy who is arguably the best part of the movie is a male, black, canon autistic character who doesn’t falter from who he is and it’s beautiful. And there isn’t fun poked at his autism. When Jason has his wounds healed by getting the powers, Billy remains the same because their is nothing wrong with him and I think that sends an amazing message to both adults and kids. He is so well built and he deserves to be recognized for how well his character is done.
Lastly my boy Jason. What could have been the cliche white male jock leader is morphed into someone with flaws. He needs the others because he isn’t whole without them. He is allowed to cry, the team male leader is allowed to cry. That’s just so huge. Not only that but he builds a beautiful friendship with all of them and he hugs the other men, shows male affection without fear or homophobia or acting like being vulnerable and intimate is anything other than normal.
The fight scenes are okay, the plot is cheesy at times, the nostalgia is ripe. But, at the end of the day the core five are well done and have way more depth than I ever expected. I felt for these characters and even teared up at points in what was effectively a kids movie. I loved this and I think the representation in this film is crazy important.
Critics and other people can say whatever they want, I thought this was a damn fun and enjoyable movie.
Can you write a small imagine about England saying cute things in his sleep about his s/o in front of her? Thanks!
(This is so cliche but so cute)
England was dead tired. He had just gone through five separate meetings, he had a ton of paperwork to go through, and he’s had at least three different nations pop up unannounced at his front door.
Finally, he was at home, sitting in his favourite chair in his study, a good book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. At this exact moment, life was perfect for him.
So perfect, in fact, that before he knew it, England had nodded off, one of the most peaceful expressions on his face.
“Hey, England?” His s/o gently knocked on the door to the study, but when they received no response, they quietly opened the door and saw the resting man.
“Seriously…” They reached forward to shake him awake. He’d fall sick if he just dozed off here. Before they could properly wake England up, though, he started to talk.
“Don’t… Don’t say that it tastes bad…”
“It was the fairies, I swear…”
His s/o had to cover their mouth to stifle their laughter. They quickly whipped out their phone to record this golden moment.
“I… I’d like that very much.”
England’s s/o froze. Those were the exact words he used to accept their date offer, in that exact same tone, with that same lightly blushing expression. Deciding that this moment was better preserved in their memories, they kept their phone and gently kissed England on the head.