fish in a barrell

they forgot to warn ango that john does not like being denied food due to the previous hunger school situation but ango very quickly figures it out between the brief overview of what happened at the site (that basically said smth like “severe overpopulation of piranhas” and not a lot else) and the look john gives him when he asks angus for some of his sandwich and angus declines because it would be unhealthy for john

ango then promptly grabs a fish from his food barrel and gives it to john and john decides the kids ok

Tam Bir Başyapıt Olan 72 Film Önerisi

1- The Shawshank Redemption - Esaretin Bedeli(1994)

2- The Intouchables - Can Dostum(2011)

3- Black(2005)

4-Her(2013)

5- Mr. Nobody - Bay Hiçkimse(2009)

6- Forrest Gump(1994)

7-Saving Private Ryan - Saving Private Ryan(1998)

8-The Green Mile - Yeşil Yol(1999)

9- 3 idiots - 3 Aptal(2009)

10- Pi (1998)

11- Fight Club - Dövüş Kulübü(1999)

12- Leon: The Professional - Sevginin Gücü(1994)

13-Shutter Island - Zindan Adası (2010)

14- Life of Pi, Pi'nin Yaşamı(2012)

15- Catch Me If You Can - Sıkıysa Yakala(2002)

16-Barfi: Aşkın Dile İhtiyacı Yoktur(2012)

17-A Beautiful Mind - Akıl Oyunları(2001)

18 - My Name Is Khan - Benim Adım Khan(2010)

19-Taare Zameen Par - Her Çocuk Özeldir(2007)

20- Schindler’s List - Schindler'in Listesi(1993)

21- The Godfather - Baba (1972)

22- Pulp Fiction - Ucuz Roman(1994)

23- The Notebook - Not Defteri(2004)

24- Big Fish - Büyük Balık(2003)

25 - Stock And Two Smoking Barrels - Ateşten Kalbe, Akıldan DumanaLock(1998)

26- Trainspotting(1996)

27- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Sil Baştan(2004)

28 - Good Will Hunting - Can Dostum(1997)

29- Django Unchained - Zincirsiz(2012)

30- Inglourious Basterds - Soysuzlar Çetesi(2009)

31- Oldboy - İhtiyar Delikanlı(2009)

32- Se7en - Yedi(1995)

33- Pride & Prejudice - Aşk ve Gurur(2005)

34- Scent of a Woman - Kadın Kokusu(1992)

35-Requiem For A Dream - Bir Rüya İçin Ağıt(2000)

36- Kal Ho Naa Ho(2003)

37- Sin City - Günah Şehri(2005)

38- Snatch - Kapışma(2000)

39- 12 Angry Men - 12 Kızgın Adam(1957)

40- Silver Linings Playbook - Umut Işığım(2012)

41- Hannibal(2001)

42- The Pursuit of Happyness - Umudunu Kaybetme(2007)

43- Rang De Basanti- Onu Sarıya Boya(2006)

44- American History X - Geçmişin Gölgesinde(1998)

45- Das Boot(1982)

46- Do Your Thing - Dil Chahta Hai(2001)

47- Blue Is the Warmest Color - La vie d'Adèle - Mavi En Sıcak Renktir(2013)

48- Despicable Me - Çılgın Hırsız (2010)

49- The Butterfly Effect - Kelebek Etkisi(2004)

50- Donnie Darko - Karanlık Yolculuk(2001)

51- Rain Man - Yağmur Adam(1998)

52- Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi- Sende Rabbimi Gördüm(2008)

53- Incendies - İçimdeki Yangın(2010)

54- Truman Show(1998)

55- The Usual Suspects - Olağan Şüpheciler(1995)

56- Perfume: The Story of a Murderer - Koku: Bir Katilin Hikayesi(2007)

57- Ted - Ayı Teddy(2012)

58- Dead Poets Society - Ölü Ozanlar Derneği(1989)

59- Shame - Utanç(2011)

60- Downfall - Çöküş(2004)

61- The Man from Earth - Dünyalı(2007)

62- My Sassy Girl - Hırçın Sevgilim(2001)

63 - Warrior - Savaşcı(2011)

64- Green Street Hooligans - Yeşil Sokak Holiganları(2005)

65- Reservoir Dogs - Rezervuar Köpekleri(1992)

66- Life Is Beautiful - Hayat Güzeldir(1997)

67 - A Separation - Bir Ayrılık (2011)

68 - Up - Yukarı Bak(2009)

69- Apocalypto - Apokalipto(2007)

70- Edward Scissorhands - Edward Makaseller(1990)

71- Love Actually - Aşk Her Yerde(2003)

72- Cinderella Man(2005)

HSAU Drabble: Alex at the Zoo

Part I: The Zoo

“Hold me tighter.” Clarke mumbled, burrowing back into Lexa’s arms.

Lexa chuckled, complying with her wife’s demand. It wasn’t often that she was the big spoon, but she thoroughly enjoyed holding Clarke all night.

“It…almost feels like we’re in high school.” Clarke rasped, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Lexa smirked, squeezing Clarke’s hip. “You look like you’re still in college.” She complimented.

“You feel like you are.” Clarke replied, fingers reaching back to graze Lexa’s abs.

“Perks of being a young mom.” Lexa replied, grateful that they went with their gut instinct to have Alex at 25.

“And being an NFL superstar.” Clarke gloated, turning around in Lexa’s arms to face her.

“Hey.” Lexa murmured, kissing Clarke’s lips almost instantly.

“Hey yourself, pretty girl.” Clarke pressed herself against Lexa’s warmth.

“ZOO!” The warcry of their toddler shook clexa from their post sex bliss.

“Oh fuck.” Clarke mumbled, and Lexa grinned.

“ZOO! ZOO! ZOO!” Alex’s excited shrieks echoed in the hallways of their home.

“Gee, I wonder where we’re going today.” Lexa teased.

“God, I love her little toddler voice.” Clarke murmured. “Have you noticed she has a little lisp sometimes?”

“I have.” Lexa smiled, leaning against the headboard as she put an arm around Clarke, pulling her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Three, two, one..” Lexa murmured, and like clockwork, Alex ran into the room, a blur. She was wearing her underwear, her shirt nowhere to be found. Her hair was in a soft braid Clarke had done for her the night before. She ran into the room and nearly barrelled into Fish, who was peacefully sleeping in his corner. She rolled to a stop and glanced up, giving Clarke and Lexa a baby-toothed grin.

“Zoo!” She shrieked. And then, as an afterthought, “Hello mommas.”

“Good morning, baby girl.” Lexa grinned. “Where is your shirt?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Shirt?” She repeated. Then, she blinked. “I dunno.”

Clarke chuckled. “Who needs em, right?” She sneakily slid her hands up Lexa’s abs, grazing them approvingly.

Alex nodded, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. “I come.” She announced, grappling with the sheets as she struggled to hoist herself up.

“Help her.” Clarke pouted, and Lexa laughed, easily scooping Alex up with a well muscled arm.

“Thank you momma.” Alex dutifully chirped, moving to wiggle her butt into the nonexistent space between them.

“You’re very welcome.” Lexa laughed, kissing her head.

“So, why do you want to go to the zoo?” Clarke questioned. She knew it was a basic question, but she also knew that it was important to help Alex articulate her ideas, to develop her speech.

Plus, it was fucking cute to hear her talk.

“Amimals.” Alex squeaked.

“What was that?” Clarke grinned.

“Amimals?”

“Animals?” Lexa offered.

“Amimals.” Alex nodded.

“….Alright.” Clarke chuckled. “What kind of animals do you think we’re gonna see, baby girl?”

“…Raccoons!” Alex almost yelled in excitement.

“…Alex we could just hang around the trash bins at night if you’re so excited to see Raccoons.” Lexa smirked.

Alex blinked. “Raccoon lives in my trash?”

Lexa shook her head. “Why do you love raccoons so much anyway?”

Alex’s gaze softened and she placed a little hand on Lexa’s cheek. “They you momma.”

Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, and she kissed Alex’s hand, smiling uncontrollably.

Clarke couldn’t help her grin either, her heart warmed at the sight of their baby being so affectionate to her mother. Little Lexa indeed.

“What animal is your mommy, then?” Lexa asked softly.

“Lion!” Alex replied readily.

“A lion?” Clarke quipped. “Why?”

“Brave.” Alex nodded wisely. “And pretty.”

It was Clarke’s turn to blush like a fool, kissing Alex’s chubby cheeks, already wide for a smile.

“…We go?” Alex huffed.

“We will! What about breakfast, first?” Clarke reminded.

“…Hot dogs?” Alex cited her favorite food.

Lexa made a face. “What about a kale smoothie?”

Alex shushed Lexa, putting an index finger against her lips. “Shhh, momma.” Alex whispered.

Clarke grinned. “That’s my girl. But she’s right, you can’t eat hotdogs for breakfast.”

Alex frowned. “But….Smurphy…”

Clarke raised a brow. “Uncle Murphy gives you hotdogs for breakfast?”

Alex’s eyes went wide, and she knew she was in trouble. She wriggled free from Clarke’s grip and dove off the bed, running as fast her her little legs would carry her, back to the safety of her room.

Lexa snorted, watching in amusement. “Very nutritious.” She quipped.

Clarke shrugged, wiggling back into Lexa’s arms. “Gives us more cuddle time.”

Lexa smiled, kissing Clarke’s forehead. “I don’t know why she wants to go to the zoo so badly. If she wants to see a bunch of unruly animals, she can visit the delinquents for free.”

Clarke gasped, shoving Lexa. “Jerk.” She moved to get out of bed, but Lexa laughed, effortlessly pulling Clarke back into her arms.

“Fuck your insanely hot tattooed super strong biceps.” Clarke grumbled, but her true mood was revealed when she kissed Lexa’s arm instead. She turned to Lexa, kissing her jaw. “Thank you.” She murmured.

“For what?” Lexa quirked a brow, pulling Clarke flush against her.

“For Alex.” Clarke sighed in adoration.

Lexa grinned. “That’s half of your doing, my love.”

“I’m pretty sure she gets her sweetness from you, though.” Clarke whispered, her heart melting for Lexa’s kind eyes.

The two met in a soft kiss, sighing against one another’s lips, enjoying the blissful existence they’d created for themselves.

“Do you think we can get away with hats and sunglasses?” Lexa asked, after a moment of brief silence.

“I don’t think it’ll be that hot.”

“Clarke, I meant for privacy, so we don’t get swarmed for photos and followed around all day. Remember Saturday at the mall?”

Clarke smirked. “Babe, you’re kind of drop dead gorgeous. People recognize you from your lips alone.”

Lexa blushed. “And I’m guessing if I bring my wife and daughter along, we’ll be unmistakable.”

Clarke nodded. “But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

“I just want to give Alex a normal time.” Lexa sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Baby, Alex is fine. She just gets jealous, so hold her.” Clarke laughed. “Now, we have to get dressed.”

“And leave the warmth of our bed?” Lexa teased, tightening her hold on Clarke.

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, and Alex will be burnt out and exhausted.”

“Clarke Woods, you minx.” Lexa smirked.

-0-

It was several hours before the family arrived at the zoo, mainly because Alex had insisted on wearing a raccoon onesie.

Clarke had to explain to her that she’d have a heatstroke in them, and she trudged off grumpily, only to return in a limited edition Lexa Woods jersey.

Lexa had to explain to her that they would get noticed a lot more quickly if she wore that, and Alex trudged off once again, cursing her mothers under her breath.

In the end, Alex matched her outfit to Lexa’s, and while it was no less conspicuous than wearing Lexa’s jersey, she couldn’t find the heart to say no.

Both wore crop tops and jean shorts, looking positively fashionable for the summer. (Alex’s tummy stuck out a little, and she was proud of her self-proclaimed abs, like Lexa’s.)

Alex got her hair done in two little braids, and she was the spitting image of Lexa, sunglasses on her head, down to the same exact hat.

Clarke found it so adorable that she took nearly fifty photos of the two, saving one to tweet at the end of the day, when they weren’t recognizable in the public eye.

From there, it was a decent drive to the zoo, and they were off past the main gate, maps in hand.

Alex vehemently protested against her stroller, and when Clarke mentioned that she’d get tired, Lexa won both their hearts by murmuring, “I’ll carry her when she’s tired.”

This was Alex’s first time at the zoo, and she was positively bursting with excitement.

“Okay, Alex, where do you want to- Alex?” Lexa glanced up from the map, watching her toddler make a beeline for the crocodile tank on the side of the entrance, the crocodile pressed right up against the glass, looking lethargic as ever.

“There she goes.” Clarke whistled, Lexa hastening to follow after Alex.

“I’m not sure how I feel about taking our child to see so many depressed animals in captivity.” Lexa murmured, as they caught up to Alex, who looked a little scared.

“But the zoo is making changes.” Clarke reminded. “They’re helping to save endangered species and educate people.”

“I will put aside my inner protester for the sake of our child.” Lexa quipped.

“Mommies.” Alex whispered, turning to Clarke and Lexa with a low voice.

Lexa quirked a brow amusedly, sliding her arm around Clarke, squeezing her hip, as if to wordlessly say God, that’s adorable.

“What’s up baby?” Clarke asked, encouraging her to talk, knowing how beneficial it was for her development. She’d read somewhere that it wasn’t good to baby-talk a toddler, rather, to speak to them as an adult, but sometimes they couldn’t help it. They settled for a healthy balance of both, encouraging conversation and provoking thought.

“…Scary.” Alex gulped.

Well, that wasn’t quite the speech she’d hoped for, but Alex looked a little too frightened to form proper sentences at the moment.

Lexa eyed Alex thoughtfully. “Yeah? What kind of animal is it?”

“Alligator.” Alex whispered.

Lexa clicked her tongue. “Nope.” She replied, pointing to the sign. “That’s a crocodile, baby. You know the difference?”

Alex blinked. “Alligators are boys and Crocodiles are girls.”

“…No. What?” Lexa blinked, equally as confused.

Clarke grinned, chuckling amusedly. “No, baby. They’re different species. They’re not the same.”

“Ohhhh.” Alex nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Why are we whispering?” Lexa questioned.

“Because it’s sleeping!” Alex whisper-yelled, ironically.

Lexa laughed. “Alex, it’s enclosed. It can’t get to you. But thank you for being polite, and not screaming. You don’t have to whisper, you can talk lowly.”

Alex looked tentative, “…Wake up?” She half asked, half mumbled.

“I don’t think he will. He looks pretty comfy.” Clarke replied with a smile.

Alex looked deep in thought with a furrowed brow. “Momma?”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“Can you…win a crocodile?”

“Win?” Lexa smiled. “What do you mean?”

Alex looked lost in thought, trying to piece together the words. “Um, you fight crocodile?”

Clarke snorted a laugh. Some nearby visitors looked appalled at the suggestion of animal cruelty.

Lexa blushed. “Alex I don’t need to fight it-”

“But-”

“I think it’d be a tie.” Clarke lied easily, taking Alex’s hand. “Why don’t we move on?”

Alex nodded excitedly. “Raccoons?”

Lexa smiled, taking her other hand. “Maybe. But I hear they have some pretty neat giraffes.”

“Ooooooh.” Alex drawled. “Like Smurphy.”

“That’s right.” Clarke laughed. “Just like Uncle Murphy’s favorite animal.”

-0-

“Zebras…’n…lions…’n tigers…’n giraffes, and….monkeys! And birdies! And piggies, n’ owls, snakies, ugly lizards-”

“How long has this been going on?” Clarke questioned as she approached with a bag of popcorn and a soft pretzel for Alex.

“…A while. She’s trying to list every animal we’ve seen so far.” Lexa explained, balancing Alex on her hip, strong arms holding their tiny daughter.

Clarke wore an amused look. “And you let her go on like this?”

Lexa clutched her heart with her free hand. “I love her so much, Clarke. I love watching her talk, even if it’s nonsense. She reminds me of you.”

Clarke scowled. “Are you saying I talk nonsense?” She smacked Lexa’s arm playfully.

Lexa smiled. “No, I meant…the way she gets excited when she talks about things she’s passionate about. I see so much of you in her.”

Clarke swooned. “Funny, I see her as mini you.” She turned to Alex, who was gazing at the pretzel longingly, the same way Clarke and Lexa looked at each other.

Clarke laughed. “Here, baby.” She handed Alex the pretzel as they sat down at a table, watching Alex happily munch on it with her baby teeth, making little excited squeals like a hungry kitten.

Clarke was content with popping a piece of popcorn past Lexa’s lips, feeding her with a wry smile.

“What?” Lexa blinked.

“Isn’t this too unhealthy for you?” Clarke smirked. “Too buttery?”

Lexa rolled her eyes. “I have cheat days, Clarke.”

“Oh? Do your cheat days allow for dessert?” Clarke drawled in a low voice.

Lexa grinned. “You’re playful today.”

“Seeing you being a doting mother turns me on.” Clarke shrugged innocently, sliding a hand on Lexa’s thigh.

“Clarke.” Lexa whined. “Not here.”

“People aren’t even look-”

“Oh my god.” A third, younger voice interrupted them, followed by giggles. Clarke and Lexa glanced up, noting the overly excited teenager regarding them with a huge smile. “You’re Lexa Woods! And Clarke Griffin!”

Alex turned around from her seat, scowling with her pretzel in hand, cinnamon dusting her mouth. She looked instantly grumpy, seemingly aware of what was next.

“Oh boy.” Alex mumbled and rolled her eyes.

“And baby Alex!” The girl gushed, her grin widening. “You’re so adorable!”

At that, Alex’s frown slowly spread into a smirk as she nodded, smiling a cheshire toddler grin. “Piture?” She asked in her toddler accent, and Clarke and Lexa exchanged surprised glances.

“That would be amazing, thanks!” The girl nodded, and Lexa noticed that she was wearing a Grounders shirt with her number on it. She smiled at that.

“You take.” Alex instructed, moving to pose between Clarke and Lexa.

Clarke snorted a laugh. “Baby, she wants a picture with you, not of you.”

Lexa chuckled, scooping Alex up into her arms.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex chorused. “Sure, honey.”

“Honey?” Lexa mouthed to Clarke with a surprised look.

“She’s been spending too much time with my mom.” Clarke sighed apologetically, as their fan laughed. “Come on over, Lex has long arms. She can take a selfie.”

The girl was absolutely thrilled as she came to sit beside them, smiling broadly for the picture, shaking a little in her excitement.

“Thank you!” She gushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch. I’m just…I’m such a huge fan. Of both of you. My girlfriend and I…well, we didn’t really have a role model couple to look up to until you guys.”

Clarke smiled brightly, clearly touched by the words, sharing a loving glance with Lexa. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. You aren’t bothering us at all, don’t worry.”

Lexa nodded. “That’s very sweet, thank you.” She added, noticing the girl digging into her bag, likely for a pen. “Can I…sign that jersey for you?” Lexa offered with an amused smile.

The girl flushed, looking thrilled. “I was going to ask you! If it’s not too much!”

“Pretzel?” Alex offered like a puppy, tilting her head to the side as she offered the girl her half eaten pretzel.

Clarke rushed to grab the pretzel, laughing it off. “Alex, you can’t offer people food you’ve eaten.”

Alex blinked. “Yummy.” She insisted.

The girl grinned. “Thanks anyway Alex. I’m a huge fan.”

“Me too.” Alex answered cluelessly, watching as Lexa moved to sign the back of the shirt she was wearing.

“Thank you so much!” The girl beamed. “Enjoy the rest of your day! Bye, Alex!”

“Buh-bye.” Alex waved enthusiastically.

As soon as the girl bounded back to her group of friends, Alex turned to her moms, eyeing them wryly.

“Someone’s getting used to the attention.” Clarke quipped.

“It helps that she wasn’t flirtatious.” Lexa replied, kissing Alex’s  head.

Lexa stole a bite of Alex’s pretzel, and Alex squealed.

“Hey!” She whined.

“I’m your mom, I can finish your food.” Lexa replied with a wink.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex nodded, patting Lexa’s cheek. “Okay.”

Lexa grinned, kissing a chubby cheek. “Did you have fun, baby girl?”

Alex nodded, and then paused, quizzical.

“I know that look.” Clarke grimaced. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Alex sighed, dramatically clutching her heart. “No Raccoons?” She asked, her lower lip quivering.

“Not here.” Clarke sighed, rubbing her back. “But…do you really want to see them?”

“Yes!” Alex leapt up. “Yes yes yes mommies.”

Lexa exchanged a surprised look with Clarke, but remained silent.

-0-

“Lexa, cheer up.”

“Clarke.” Lexa rolled her eyes good naturedly. “It’s eleven PM, I’m out by the dumpsters, I’m cold, you promised me sex, and why-”

“LOOK!” Alex, who’d been staring patiently, waiting for almost an hour, shrieked when she saw what she was  looking for. A family of raccoons had come out, digging their way into the trash, scurrying back and forth with containers in their grasp, a safe distance away.

“MOMMA!” Alex nearly roared, shaking with excitement like the girl who’d asked for an autograph earlier that day. “IT’S YOU! IT’S YOU!”

“Gee, thanks.”

OVERWATCH SENTENCE STARTERS. (6/17).

  • “Yeah, I wouldn’t drink the coffee.”
  • “I didn’t want that life for you.”
  • “Initiating the hack.”
  • “Tell me your thoughts, my friend.”
  • “I hope nobody saw that.”
  • “Having trouble keeping up?”
  • “You were one a legend… but now? Just a shell.”
  • “You know nothing.”
  • “Lots of memories of this place. They weren’t all bad.”
  • “What if I gave you a chance to undo the choices you’ve made?”
  • “You got the beat down.”
  • “You’re on my naughty list.”
  • “You look like a guy who needs someone blown up.”
  • “That was going great… until the end.”
  • “I think I’d like to travel more.”
  • “Our world is worth fighting for.”
  • “Nailed it.”
  • “I thought so.”
  • “I give it a ten.”
  • “Can I get your autograph?”
  • “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”
  • “You were not meant for greatness.”
  • “Push off.”
  • “One of these days, someone is gonna put an end to you.”
  • “I’ve got a long memory.”
  • “Leave this to a professional.”
4

“Surviving is enough" 


So a little artsy film came out this weekend, maybe you heard if it? DUNKIRK. Directed AND written AND produced by (In) Christopher Nolan (We Trvst). Now, while I may not have been as excited for the film as many others, that does not mean I turned in my Nolan fanboy card. To clarify, I didn’t have much hype for this film, and went in sort of just expecting a war film by Nolan. But I absolutely got excited to see it in IMAX! Sure Intersteller was a little disappointing and a bit sappy, but Nolan is essentially the next Kubrick. The man is a visionary, a myth, and a legend, and much like my other fanboy stamps of Tarantino, Scorsese, Fincher, and new addition Villeneuve, they have yet to dramatically fail. The film has a few big names, Tom Hardy, Cillian Murphy, Mark Rylance, Kenneth Branagh, and Michael Caine, but it supposedly had new boys, Fion Whitehead and Harry Styles as the poster boys. Dunkirk weaves a classic Nolan non-linear tale of survival and deliverance in the face of nearly unavoidable fear and death. The true story of 400,000 battle worn, starving, and young and old British men retreating from the impending Nazi Wehrmacht, from Dunkirk, France back to England. While they see their homeland, they lie in wait for evacuation via destroyer, medical transport, and most importantly, civilian boats, to cross the Channel. Separated into three small and localised stories, we follow Fion, Styles, and company on the beach trying to escape by any means, Tom Hardy’s Farrier and his Spitfire squadron, and Mark Rylance’s, Mr Dawson and company sailing across the channel as civilian rescue boats. Each of the three stories are introduced as one week, one day, and one hour, and they occur in a as mentioned above, non-linear structure. 


For starters, my three biggest pieces of advice going into the film, 1.) watch it like it was filmed and meant to be seen, IMAX (70MM preferred).  2.) It’s not a traditional war film. Don’t expect a British Saving Private Ryan or smaller Pearl Harbor tale (not the Bay film, just historical event). It’s a film of survival and finding some solace of victory in defeat. And 3.) the film is loud when it needs to be, and quiet at every other moment. If you go to a proper theater to experience this, your seat will literally tremble to the bombs being dropped and to the Spitfire speeding by. But as for dialogue im the smaller moments, there is little of it. If you’ve seen Refn’s Drive with Ryan Gosling, I would say it’s to that level of dialogue almost. 


As I mentioned prior, the story is one of survival, hundreds of thousands of men and boys desperately trying to get back home after being defeated. From the sea, German U-boat torpedo and explode ships, from the air, the Luftwaffe send dive bombers and traditional bombers to pick off fish in a barrel, and on land, the French and some British hold off the Germans from breaching the beach. There is action in the film, but not in the traditional sense of a war film. This story seems to be more personal and somber, and executes it greatness in the silence, subtlety, and humanity of the historic event. You can tell that Nolan held this close to him, and I even feel that not having his brother for wiring this time, it gave off a much more personal and auteur vibe. I argue that this film will be one of the classics down the line. Say what you will if you didn’t like it, but in a few decades this will be the new generation’s Paths of Glory, The Longest Day, Thin Red Line, etc. It will be a WWII Film that grandchildren will hear about when discussing war film. While I did not find any of the performances to be groundbreaking or highly memorable, I do believe that the sympathetic plight of those stranded men and just the emotion in facia expression throughout the film starkly captured the sentiment of the moment. In a way, it is sort of an epic, and Nolan recreated various events within Operation Dynamo, as well as in his standard practice, making everything seamless and utilizing real Spitfire, real battleships, etc. I will say though, that the starting shots of the City in the background, seemed a bit too modern for 1940s. It’s exotic colors and prestige condition paralleled to the dark tones of the sea, ships, and soldiers took me out of the moment briefly. 


To me, the best storyline of the three, was Tom  Hardy and the dogfights he has. Just to imagine the pure ecstasy that was an IMAX camera attached to a real Spitfire, zooming through the air, then shown on a 70mm screen! Praise Nolan. And it wasn’t even the action bits of the dogfights in air that had me excited, it was the pure cinematic scope and visual perfection that Nolan and cinematography Hoyte von Hoytama captured. Beauty in the raw. As I mentioned with the facial expressions, even in scenes of action, it was not necessarily the gun shoots and the bombs that were memorable, more so as the personal vignettes of each tale. These are real people, and each one of them experienced something different. The scope of Dunkirk is just marvelous and following each non-traditional story arch really aided in getting a sense of the chaos, confusion, and struggle to just survive. It is to the severity of turning on your own, as Instinct takes over. And talking and overhearing others after the screening, it did seem that the non-linear structure was not very self-aware. It isn’t obvious until about halfway through the film. To some, that may come off as a bit confusing, but unlike most, Nolan trusts in his ability to convey his story to us, his intelligent audience. 


I mentioned that the film is very quiet in terms of dialogue. The script is certainly not one of the best aspects of the film, as it’s minimal and to the point, but also not the most memorable. As a benefit, that means that there is minimum exposition, predominantly given from either Rylance on his boat with his son, or through Branagh’s Admiral. The supposed main character, played by Fion Whitehead has less than 10 sentences, and it is a solid 10 to 15 minutes before we hear much. I personally, do not think that he was anything special, and would even say that Harry Styles did a better job of acting in subtlety. All those big names listed like Hardy and Cillian are more so smaller roles, and predominantly quiet or covered up in blankets or in pilot mask. Overall, the main character is Dunkirk and the overall mass of British, and Nolan just gives us little glimpses into small windows of different individuals. All in all, it is an ensemble supporting role cast. 


Aside from the sweeping cinematography in IMAX blowing my mind, Hans Zimmer gave a superb score. Lately, his scores have seemed to be rather similar to others, but I really loved his score for Dunkirk, and it came off more original and at times felt as if blended with the world seamlessly. The crashing waves, the rising tides, the roaring spitfire, explosive bombs, and the creaking ships, everything was amplified by the score. And one of the most unique and fascinating elements of the film, Hans Zimmer’s continuous background ticking. The second the ticking starts, the tension and the intensity of everything becomes amplified to the point where mentally, I feel that there is some psychological urge being created. The moment the ticking slows to a stop, you are at slight ease, as much like a metronome, the absence of it is inescapable. I highly recommend IMAX, not only for the visuals but for the serene pleasure of the score. 


I urge you to experience this in cinemas, and nothing less. If you can’t do IMAX, it’ll be a shame, but regular cinema is much better than waiting to see it at your house. Nolan films are always an experience and shear ecstasy to both the mind, ears, and eyes. While it may not be his best film, it is certainly one of the best films of the year so far. I would have to rewatch his other films again, but I feel that Dunkirk may file in behind, The Prestige, The Dark Knight, and Inception. 


~ 9.0/10 & BSA  ~


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Small PSA, before to cover my tracks for a small break. I will be traveling abroad this weekend, well actually tonight. I’ll be going to visit the wonders of Perú, and will be gone for about a month. Will I have reviews posted whilst there? Well, it all depends if they release new films, and if I have time. So there’s sadly a chance I’ll be missing out on Atomic Blonde, The Dark Tower (!), Detroit, and maybe a few more. So if the films are released there, I’ll do my la best to find them not dubbed, and if not, I’ll shift back into gear right before school starts. As always, Thank you. 


  ~ Quickee Film Time 

anonymous asked:

Hi! As an avid fic reader, there is something that has always bothered me about a lot of fan-fiction I have read in the Stucky fandom or the marvel fandom in general. There is almost always a level of casual sexism against the female characters, for example, in many fics the female characters are referred to as "girls" despite being grown fucking women also is it necessary to talk about how beautiful Natasha or Peggy are in every single fic? Aren't we reducing them to their beauty?

This is actually an incredibly complicated issue. Yes, there definitely is a fair amount of casual sexism in stucky fanfic and in fanfic in general. But on the other hand, compared to general fiction and the world at large, there is significantly less sexism. I’d also point out that the majority of transformative fandom is female identifying, queer, or both, this makes fanfics relationship with sexism a lot more complicated. Internalized misogyny is incredibly hard to sort out and be aware of, because it’s your own internal monologue and in the case of many fanfic authors, your own internal monologue as a woman and (in most cases) a feminist. 

The specific examples you pulled are tricky ones, cause on one hand, yeah theres certainly an element of sexism in there, but on the other hand there also isn’t necessarily a bad wicked thing. In most stucky fics, the narration is third person pov through either steve or bucky, and in the case of two men born in the 1910′s calling grown women girls would absolutely be a part of their vernacular. It’s absolutely sexist, but I’d argue that it’s a strongly internalized attitude and language pattern both of them would absolutely have problems recognizing and or getting rid of. So even if it’s not a carefully thought out choice from the author, it serves as interesting characterization. Also since the majority of fic authors are women, the relationship with using girls isn’t as simple, for one thing it is a part of common english to use women and girls interchangeably and it’s not something that’s closely examined by all women all the time. Also, I think theres as aspect of it’s usage that is reclaiming it in a way. I mean girls isn’t a slur by any means but it’s not free of negative meaning, and by referring to wonderful characters as girls it in some ways seeks to remove those negative connotations- by presenting to the reader a group of people who the reader admires and saying some of them are girls and thats great, it does something meaningful for a woman reading. Using the word girl/s isn’t always something bad, especially when women are using it.

As for calling them beautiful all the time, I’d argue that 9/10 times theres absolutely nothing inherently sexist about mentioning their beauty. I mean it is objectively true, mcu’s female characters are beautiful. Now the reason behind all of them being gorgeous is pretty sinister, hollywood has an insanely toxic and sexist beauty standard and the fact that female characters in movies have to be beautiful in the same way is a whole other barrel of fish and we’re talking about fanfic, we’re dealing with characters who have a appearance and personality not 100% set by the author of a fic. Honestly, I’ve read thousands of Stucky fics and I think I’ve read a handful where women were actively reduced to their beauty. I mean when was the last time you read a novel by a cishet man? It’s absolutely horrifying, the way they treat women is disgusting, and fic is so much better. 

Most of the time in fic, beauty is just one aspect of their character, for example Peggy’s strength and steely determination usually follow any mention of her beauty and Natasha’s dry humour and keen intelligence usually follow any mention of hers. On the other hand yeah, you get a lot of Bucky dancing with a beautiful nameless woman who only appears as an object of desire and jealousy and yeah, thats a problem. But I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all to mention a woman’s beauty provided shes being not shown as important only because she’s beautiful. 

I’d also argue that the vast majority of sexism in fanfic isn’t calling female characters girls or referring to their beauty, its demonizing or ignoring female characters who are “in the way” of a m/m ship. I see this happen a LOT with Sharon in particular, but also Peggy and Natasha. You don’t see the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a controlling, violently jealous, homophobic monster plotline often anymore, but it does still come up. More common is the female character who is canonically with one half of a m/m ship is a endlessly pure, patient, supportive and unconditionally understanding prop who exists only to step graciously out of the way of the m/m pairing. I see that all the damn time and it bothers me. 

Female characters tend to not be as developed in canon and because of that often also remain underdeveloped in fanfic and also tend in both canon and fic to be there only to support the male characters not existing outside that context. That or the fact that f/f ships are incredibly neglected. I mean theres like one f/f fic for every like seven m/m fics. Part of that is the fact that there are so many less women than men in fiction. Part of that is on us for just not writing wlw and favouring mlm or m/f ships. I have really complicated feelings about this as a queer woman, I mean I‘m running a ship blog about two men. I could be putting my time into natsharon, cartinelli or claire temple/misty knight, but I’m here instead. I worked through lots of internalized homophobia, biphobia, transphobia and aphobia while reading m/m fics, not f/f and I spend so much more time and energy on m/m ships. I mean here I am, a wlw and here I am investing almost all my leisure time on men. I mean I love it in this fandom and it’s absolutely my choice to be here but part of me wonders what it would be like if I had gone through that process with a f/f ship instead and what it would be like to invest this time on women. I wonder what it would be like to be in mcu fandom if our source material treated it’s female characters better and had more of them.

You also see barely any not white, disabled, unattractive or poor women in fic, but once again part of that is a distinct lack of diversity within the source material. But you know what, I do not see many fics with Helen Cho or Claire Temple in them at all, let alone as developed characters.

Anyways sexism in fandom is a lot more complicated than it initially appears. Nothing is ideologically pure, even fanfic, but due to the nature of fanfic being written by people who you can easily contact in the sometimes caustic forum of tumblr I think it’s incredibly important to be gentle with authors who violate what you individually see as correct. Much of tumblr’s atmosphere of callout culture has a very black and white view of what justice is and what is correct, when in reality theres a lot of layers to this, it’s not a simple black and white dichotomy. People are at different places in their journeys, theres a lot of reasons why authors write things the way they do that you might not be aware of, broad sweeping statements saying x is always bad are a real dicey area to step into (and yes, I see the irony in saying that)

So while fandom certainly needs to take a closer look at our own internalized misogyny (and racism and ableism and audism and so on), I think theres much more to be gained from larger conversations, self reflection and making an active effort to be kinder to women than there is from things like carefully abstaining from words like girls.

anonymous asked:

Aftercare with the boys after some love making? 😏

I’m not gonna lie, but I was so excited to right this and now that I’ve got round to it I kinda forgot where I was going with them. 

What I do know though, is that I may create another part for the older!bros if you guys enjoy this!

which I hope you do because god dang Older!Noct is just stuck in my head and he’s so gorgeous no matter how old he is… 


Gladio is a very very tender man after making love to the one he truly loves and wants to be with. He’s the type to look at you with the most gorgeous gleam in his eyes that make you forget just how much of a powerhouse he is on the battlefield (and sometimes in the throws of passion). He’s caress your cheek so gently because he’s almost afraid that he’d accidentally hurt you, treat you like you were a fragile piece of china.

And he’d caress the ends of your hair before tucking the runaways that have fallen in front of you face behind your ear. He’d be smiling just as tenderly as his touch Of course, you’d smile right back and he’d only cup your cheek  and press a kiss to you forehead, cheeks, nose and lips once you’d snuggled up to him.

There would be very minimal talking and it would depend upon how rough he was. If he was rougher than normal, he’d ask ‘you okay?’ rather casually. But it would break you into laughter or into a wide smile. Mainly because it would show that he wasn’t mad at you. That he still cared.
Apart from that it would just be small things: looking back at the day just gone, maybe making a few plans for the future. After a couple of months there would just be the inclination of starting a family, though nothing would ever be set in stone considering his duty to the crown. But he never said no. He’d say ‘I’d like that’ or ‘sounds like a plan for when you’re ready.’ Because even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one lugging a child in his body. So it would be up to you.

After making love for the first time with him, he would be a little verbal after the act, making sure you were okay, that he wasn’t too tender or too rough. Because it was easy for him to miscalculate how he was in bed, it would have been very impulsive, so he’d need to get a better idea of what you truly liked.

Sometimes, the small talks would lead to another round. Because he would often tease you with chaste and sinful kisses. 

He’d either hum or sing for you (he’s a good singer now) so you could sleep soundly. Because of this, you’d usually fall asleep first. But if he had an excruciatingly long day - both from guarding the prince and trying not to thin about you too much - he’d fall asleep because you would be able to notice his weariness, and you’d hum and sing for him instead. 

On those days, he’d value your chest as his pillow, although you would be cradling his head in such a way that you breasts were his only pillow, and he’d let both your voice and your heart lull him to sleep.

Most of the time though, he’d refuse sleep until you were at peace in your slumber and he’d be holding you to him. Sometimes he’d even slip one of his vest tops on you so wouldn’t wake to a horrible chill at four in the morning.

Originally posted by connorkenvay

Prompto would be a little similar to Gladio, but also entirely different. Sometimes there would be absolutely no talking because you would have fallen asleep, or the only talking shared would be from looking at the pictures he had taken.

But he would also be the master of teasing you. Not in Gladio’s style, but from just saying sweet things like ‘This is my fave photo of you from the day - the lighting captures your perfection so well and it makes you look so radiant’. But one that would always be with you was ‘the dawn makes you look like a goddess bringing in the new day. And the dusk makes you look like the same goddess waving farewell to the day. But the moonlight? That easily transform you into the most beautiful angel.’

“If I really am an angel, I must have done something real bad to be banished down here then.”

“That’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever said.” And, of course, he’d show you his best smile. “Because you loving me so much that you’d get banished to be with me makes my heart sing.”

And it would turn playful, mainly with tickle fights. Which, again, may or may not lead to another, more playful, round. Though they were very rare because most of the time you’d be far to embarrassed to even stay awake. Because you’d be hiding your face in his neck, and the feeling of his pulse on your temple would send you to sleep quicker than any lullaby would.

The after care after making love to you the very first time round would be a very concerned and embarrassed Prompto checking over you repeatedly. Because it was his very first time of having a sexual encounter. And he loved you so much that he just wanted to make sure he did it right to your tastes. But goddamn he needn’t have worried about that. But worry he did and he’d only stop once you pecked his lips. But whether you then treated him to a round is entirely up to you. Because, he wasn’t gonna turn it down.

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Ignis would most certainly be the type to pillow-talk. Because making love with you would also build a bond of faith and trust between the two of you. And it would be the only time he’d be sober of caffeine for him to not only feel drowsy, but far more relaxed. But maybe that would be because he couldn’t be mum friend to you without feeling absolutely mortified. Mainly after making love you.

It is a well known fact to you that he has perfected the skill of intense love making. He’d take slow to a while new level but it was also known to you that he could be rough. Depending upon a - how long you’d been oh-so-casually teasing him - and b - how long it had been since you two had been able to have time alone.

It was a must-do thing to ask if you were okay after, but he didn’t make it a rarity either. But he would make ask if you wanted anything before going to sleep: a glass of water, a window upon, a blanket and so on. 

Regardless if you wanted anything or not, talking was a must. At first he was against it, but you told him ‘you always take on everyone’s burdens, now let me take on yours. What’s the point of fighting alone if you know you’ll be stronger fighting with another?’ And suddenly it became a thing.

Sometimes the talks would be trivial, sometimes they would be deep. Sometimes they were happy, other times they were just goddamn depressing. But what didn’t change was his actions during these talks.

He would just be holding you to his chest, either talking softly or listening intently, and he’d be looking at you with his piecing green eyes looking at you so gently you could feel his soul embracing yours. At first it was a very strange feeling, but you quickly learned it was because his eyes looked so much brighter without glasses that they just drew you in.

After the first love making ‘session’, he visibly flushed at your staring and he legit pouted when you found it amusing. Of course he played it behind his typical Ignis sarc, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. And he soon just stared right back at you, right into your eyes, and then chuckled when you flushed.

Although he didn’t seem like the Ignis everyone knew and loved, he really was. But he had just adopted a side he would only ever show you on a common basis. And when he unintentionally showed it to you in front of everyone the next day, Noct was the first to say ‘I think he needs a doctor’ and check his temperature. And it was somehow comforting….

Anyway, moving back to the point at hand, it’s also a well known fact that he really doesn’t get that much sleep. So the pillow-talk helps him get sleepier than Noct and having sex you definitely uses all that caffeine. Rest assured that he will be a lot happier the following morning. And he would be looking so radiant that the boys will just know what you had done. And no one really wanted to know apart from Gladio, who always asked the most disturbing questions which would always be accompanied by Noct and Prompto’s gagging noises.

Originally posted by verryfinny


Noctis is another barrel of fish - pun unintended. Now, people like to think that he’d just fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Don’t get me wrong, that is definitely one of the most common occurrences. But he is also the most willingly to have a mess around and stay up until you grew tired: which could be anywhen.

His aftercare definitely depends upon the situation. 

Had a relatively easy day of just driving around the place? He’d fall asleep without even knowing he’d closed his eyes. Most of the time on top of you. 
Just spent all day in a royal tomb over run by daemons? He’d do a little talking. Just a lot of I love yous.

But on days where everything just weighed him down? On days where he just wanted to break down? Aftercare would be full of sentimental value. Although he’d just put forward insecurities and where his heart on his face - sometimes he would actually go into silent breakdown mode - he wouldn’t talk about them in so much detail. Because just thinking about them would hurt. 

But if you were injured slightly? He’d gently tease you after it all. If you had just recovered from a nasty injury? He would be blaming himself and he would literally vow to you that he would never let it happen again. 

If you had scared him on more than one occasion throughout the door - like jumping on his back and yelling ‘IMPERIALS WANT OUR BLOODS TODAY’ - he will be extra silent on you whilst curling up to you.

But each scenario always led to the cutest things. Noct was obsessed with playing with your fingers. He’d hold your hand, fiddle with your fingers, kiss your fingertips and then and he’d weave them with his. If he was cuddling up to you, he’d put your hand on his head and you knew you’d have to play with his hair. If he was the one to hold you, he’d bury his face in your hair, rest his chin on the crown of your head, play with your hair. 
But both circumstances also had him smiling so tenderly at you, had him pecking your lips, the backs and palms of your hand. And he would always fall asleep holding onto your hand.

And the only times he would ask if you were okay with the intercourse, would be during it.

But you can rest assured that he would definitely be extremely smiley the next morning and oh em gee he would be absolutely adorable all day. Well, until some silly sausage would be evil to him. Like you saying he should drive for a couple of days because Iggy had pooped himself out so badly that he was ill.

That’s right. You also wanted people to get used to his driving. Because you found it so entertaining. You strange person.

Opps. I just burned myself. Oh well XD

Originally posted by mineraruuota

Make a move (requested oneshot)

Requested: “ Could you do a jughead smut where the reader and jughead have been best friends since they were toddlers, Archie sees her as a younger sister so when jughead wants to make a move he tries to stop him but. Betty and Veronica (who are dating) convince her to make the first move and it leads to smut…”~ @thegoddessofbeautyandperfection
Pairings: Jughead x reader, BettyxVeronica
Warnings: Smut, yup definitely some sin in this one, fluff and swearing.

A/N: Fun idea my lovely! Hope you like it!
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Jughead POV.

Okay Juggy breath. Breath. This is worse than ask a father for their daughters hand in marriage…I presume.

I stood at the edge of the field waiting for the semi final to be over. I’m going to ask him now when he’s on a high and already too tired to chase me. Breath. Breath. Breath.

Final whistle blew and with it cheering came. A win. Good good this means he’ll be on cloud 10, yup cloud 10, he’ll just skip 9.

After the immediate congratulations and cheering Archie ran over to meet me.

“JUGGY! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! WE’RE GOING TO CHAMPIONSHIP!” He was like a child on Christmas and I loved it, so nice to see your best friend happy.

“Yeah congratulations man listen I need to ask you something?”

“Whatever it is man yes! I’m so buzzed right now whatever you want!”

“Okay I’ll go ask y/n out right now then” I turned as fast as I could but not fast enough for the champion athlete. He caught me by the shoulder.

“I’m sorry maybe it’s all the crowds or something I don’t think I heard you right could you repeat that” his grip on my shoulder tightened. Maybe asking him about this while he’s pumped with testosterone was a bad idea.

“Okay emm I’m going to ask y/n out”

“Hah no you’re not” he let go of my shoulder with a light shove.

“But why not?”

“Dude she’s like my little sister, she’s in my house more than I am. I don’t want my brother dating my sister that’s just yanno illegal”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this comment. He’s being ridiculous.

“We’re not actually siblings Arch like the sentiment is nice but I’m not her brother I want to be her boyfriend” this received a stronger shove.

“Nope no dude,no, don’t do it, I won’t let, don’t do it, you’re not allowed do it, I forbid you”

“I’m sorry YOU FORBID ME?!” this was about to turn into a serious fight, it did last time.

I could see archie about to retaliate just as Y/N, Veronica  and Betty ran over  in their cheer gear. Wow y/n looks amazing.

She ran directly into Archie’s arms.

“Congratulations!!!” She hugged him tightly and he shook his head slowly at me over her shoulder. I hate that he’s scolding me like I’m a child.

This was a divisive point in our friendship. He wanted to protect her as if I’m something she needs to be protected from…if only he knew Reggie wanted to get in her pants more than anything. Hah. That’d kill him…I’m going to tell him…later.

Y/N let go of Archie and let the wonder couple give him hugs.

“Come here Juggy, you’re all left out" she cooed wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her head in my chest. I want her to stay like this forever. I could feel Archie’s eyes on me, burning holes in my head.

“Come on y/n we have to go get ready for Cheryls victory party, you’re coming aren’t you Jug?” Betty smiled.

“Nah” not my thing. Y/N looked at me like I had just hit her puppy with a lawnmower. “Ummmm yes you are Juggy” she took my hand in hers lightly. Damn it I’m putty. “Ughhhhhhh fine.”


Y/N POV.

“Okay seriously love birds if ye don’t stop I’m leaving” I laugh at B&V messing around in my room. “Yeah maybe you should” V purred into Bettys neck. I laughed knowing while that wasn’t all a joke it for the majority was.

We were getting ready for Cheryls in Veronicas. The two of them are sickly sweet and I was sickly jealous of their connection.

“So when are you going to ask Jughead out” Betty pushed Veronica off the bed laughing.

“Sorry what?!”

“Oh please y/n/n you two are weak for each other.totally head over heels. If you asked him to bring you a goat he’d find a unicorn for you” Vernonica teased. I smiled at the two of them. Yeah Jug and I are like that.

“Yeah I guess….but Archie won’t let him near me in any other way besides friendly, he thinks I don’t know but he’s so obvious” It’s not like I couldn’t feel him trying to explode Jughead with his mind earlier.

“Yeah Archie won’t let Jughead make a move…..” her eyes lit up and Betty’s grin matched her girlfriends eyes.

“YOU SHOULD MAKE THE MOVE” They say…scream in unison.

“Oh no no no no no no”

“YES! Betty Get me my makeup bag princess!, it just got serious”.


Jughead POV

Archie and I got there when the party was in full swing. He was whisked away instantly by Moose and Co.

I stood in the doorway looking on at the madness before me. Suddenly an arm sneaked around my waist under my dark denim jacket.

Y/n rested her head on my shoulder from behind. “Don’t worry damsel I am here to rescue you” she smirked.

I turned to face her “Wow” she chuckled at my response. Smooth Jughead smooth. “Um thank you?” She laughed.

Archie came practically running over “Y/N! Where are mrs and mrs gone?”

“Who knows there’s a closet around here somewhere isn’t there?”

“Ugh yeah…”

“Well they’re in there I’d say”

“Haha probably. Do you wanna dance y/n?” I shifted slightly on the spot at Archie’s question.

“Nah I’m going to get a drink, I’ll be back in a second”. I watched her walk to the kitchen.

“Jug please can you just not with her tonight” ughhhhhhh okay, time to use my secret weapon.

“Oh sure Archie, I mean I’m not the one you have to worry about” I say as nonchalantly as I possibly can. “What do you mean by that Jug?” he furrowed his brow at me.

“Oh nothing it’s nothing”

“No tell me” he stepped closer to me. Like shooting fish in a barrel.

“Oh well I heard Moose say he was going to try it with Y/N tonight…he’s probably trying it now" boom. Gone like a flash he took off. I laughed, too easy Andrews too easy. I might get a bit of peace now.

The party got a little out of hand as y/n joined my side again. “WEDNESDAY ADDDDDDDAAAAMMMMMS” well goodbye peace, hello drunk Reggie. I felt y/ns hand slip into mine.

“Hey baaaaaaaaabe why are you with this tool? Come here to Reggie baby, Juggles here probably wants to murder you and wear your skin” he was met with laugh from his goons behind him. Y/n stepped a little behind me. She was never good with confrontation of this nature, especially drunken confrontation.

“Reggie just leave her alone” I tried, squeezing her hand gently in reassurance.

“Oh yeah Wednesday? What are you going to do about it” he reached out and caught y/n from around the waist roughly as she screamed.

I didn’t even know what was happening till I did it. His jaw met my fist and he flew back into his goons.

Y/N scurried back towards me as Archie ran to catch Reggie before he realised what had happened.

A crowd gathered and I felt my face turn red as everyone was looking at me. Y/N caught my hand and swept me away up the stairs.

Before long we were in an empty guest room. I began pacing “oh God he’s going to kill me he’s actually going to kill me” y/n stood silent watching me pace. I ramble on about how he was going to kill me before I realised y/n was yet to say something.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and she still stared at me with soft beautiful eyes. She slowly moved towards me, our eyes locked.

She caught my face in her hands and kissed my lips. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into me.

She pulled away from me and slowly pulled her dress over her head. I must be dreaming because this is not happening. She smiled and kissed me again. I wiggled out of my jacket and moved further up in the bed bringing her with me.


3rd Person

Jugheads breath was practically knocked out of him as he was coming to terms with what was happening. A nearly naked y/n was on top of him and he was wide awake definitely not dreaming.

Jughead bury his head into your neck and smirked as he begin biting your neck receiving soft moans. Your hands began to slip under his t-shirt. He made it easy for you, sat up and took off his shirt tossing it in the direction of your dress.

You began grinding down on his clothed legs causing groans to rise from both of you.

Jughead moved his hands from your back to your hips, gripping them and dragging them down to meet his. You pulled off his hat and let your hands roam his untamed hair as he began fondling your chest.

You felt his member pressing against your thigh as he lightly nips your neck until you let a high pitch moan leave you, his new favorite spot.

You unbuttoned his jeans and helped him to strip them off. He unclasped your bra and threw it in any direction.

You slipped your hand into his boxers and slowly began to stroke his member. You picked up the pace as his breathing got heavier and uneven.

“Okay okay y/n, my turn” he was just about able to breathe out. He flipped you onto your back.

He kissed from your lips down your neck, bare torso and finally your thighs. He looked up, head hovering above you. Jughead pulled down your underwear and began to rub your clit.

He slowly began to explore your entrance with his tongue spurred on by your moans. You tangle your hands in his locks again and guide him, your moans increasing in volume.

He laid out the length of your body hovering above you and meet your lips again. You moved your hand and removed his boxers, jacking him with the other hand. Jughead moaned deeply driving you wild with lust.

“Juggy. Now.” You whined and he slowly moved into you with the help of your hand for guidance. He propped himself up with one hand and the other groping your breasts. Jughead buried his head in the crook of your neck before slowly starting to move,

Your head began to tilt back as your hips snapped together. Moans and groans leaving the both of you loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist encouraging him to go faster.

He, happily obliging, began to thrust into you deeper until he hit your g-spot perfect. Your moan to this was particularly loud and he soon moved faster to this exact spot receiving the same result. Jughead grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

The band in your stomach was being stretched to the limits. “Jug I’m so close” “come for me y/n come for me” he groaned. The band snapped at his encouragement and his hands slipping to rub your clit again. Your nails digging into his back you screamed his name.

The sound of his name on your lips drove him over the edge. His thrusts became sloppy sending you to overstimulation still moaning from your high. He grunted inside of you and stayed their for a moment riding out his high with you still around him. Completely breathless he collapsed next to you. You gathered the duvet to cover ye as both of your legs shook. Highs still being enjoyed.

“Y/N” he huffed.

“Yeah” you say rolling over to put your head on his chest.

“I have been in love with you forever”. You sat up and looked down at him. He instantly regretted it. You cuddled back into him “I love you too Jug…the minute you squeezed my hand earlier it got rid of any ounce of doubt in my mind, I love you Jughead Jones”. Jughead smiled ear to ear. “This is great for 2 reasons, 1) you want to be with me and that’s just… phenomenal 2) this is going to kill Archie" he laughs rolling on his side to deepen the cuddle.

“Dibs not telling him” you say quickly

“No fair y/n/n! He’s going to kill me! The worse he’ll do to you is yell”

“Sorry Jones, better luck next time” you meet his lips.

“You’re worth a grumpy Archie”

“Am I reaaaally though…” you laughed

“Actually yeah you’re right sorry we’re done sorry” he teased pretending to get out of the bed. You pulled him back into cuddles and hit him into the chest laughing before kissing him again.
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Teehee Xx
Tag: @sunshine51879 (I REMEMBERED!!!)

Pinpricks

I’m still trying to figure out how to use this site but here’s a request from @the-witch-in-silence who wanted anything of Gil! Hope you like it and sorry it’s so short!


It wasn’t rare for Uma to kick Gil out of Ursula’s fish shop. Gil had actually gotten very used to it. So much so that he even recognized he screwed up with just a look from Harry. However, that didn’t mean he knew how he messed up. That part he was still trying to work out.

Nevertheless, Gil didn’t take it too personally when he was once again exiled to the front steps of the shop. He even liked to think of himself as the crews sentry. Privately, of course. The teen pouted, his legs had began to ache from the position he was sitting in. He tried to stretch them out in front of him but the sudden pinpricks that attacked them caused him to freeze.

Gil knew that any sudden movement in his leg would cause the uncomfortable feeling to return. Every shift, spasm, or even brush of wind would cause the pin pricks to suddenly flare up. Oh how he hated when this happened. The teen grimaced as he slowly lowered his legs to the ground and tried to stretch them out slowly. He could only wait now for the feeling to return to his legs.

Too bad his friends, or crew he should say, had other plans.

“Gil,” he heard Harry call from behind him. “Let’s go.”

Gil made a distressed face as he wiggled his toes. The pinpricks were still very much there but he knew if he didn’t listen to Harry, the pins and needles in his legs would be the least of his worries. The robust teen bit his lip in concentration as he stood. His stance was stiff as he quickly turned his body to regard Harry.

“What’s wrong with you?” Harry asked, not rudely, curiously.

“Nothing,” Gil yelped. “I’m good, er bad! I’m bad!” Harry gave him another look. It was another look Gil recognized. He said something stupid…again. Instead of calling him out, Harry shook his head slowly and beckoned Gil over with a single gesture of his hook. By now, the prickly feeling in his legs were screaming at him to stay still but Gil couldn’t disobey a direct order from the first mate.

The look on Harry’s face as he slowly hobbled over, legs stiff under him, was one Gil would remember for days to come. Harry’s eyebrows nearly disappeared from his hairline as he watched the other boy lean to one side before swinging his opposite leg forward; never once did Gil bend his knees during the time it took to get to one end of the street to the other. It was almost impressive.

Gil seemed to be very proud of his accomplishment as he grinned at Harry. The two stood toe to toe for a moment, waiting, before a sudden wave of crew members burst through the doors of the fish shop and nearly barreled into the two. Harry was quick to grab the front of Gil’s shirt and pull him flush against the wall behind him before he was trampled from at least fifteen pairs of feet. He cursed at them all as they passed, his arm braced over Gil’s chest.

“Idiots,” Gil heard Harry mutter under his breath. Gil felt the other boy shift away from him but before he could, Gil grabbed his arm suddenly, effectively making the other teen freeze.

“Don’t move,” Gil said through gritted teeth. Harry looked perplexed but didn’t move. He trusted the other teen too much to ignore him.

“What is it?” Harry muttered urgently. Gil shook his head before leaning his head back against the wall, his eyes clenched shut as though in pain. “Gil.”

“It’s my legs,” Gil finally said. “They fell asleep.”

Harry growled out loud in anger before pushing the other teen away from him. Gil wasn’t able to catch himself and crashed to the ground in a heap. Even then, the teen made no move to stand or even turn over. It wasn’t until the pinpricks finally subsided when Gil stood from the floor. He wiped away the grime and dirt that accumulated on his clothes before he accidently bumped into someone in front of him.

Gil quickly looked up, a word of warning on his tongue but one look from Harry had it die before it could escape his lips. Instead the teen grimaced apologetically at the other boy.

“Better?” Harry asked condescendingly. Gil nodded, a grin spread widely across his face.

“Yeah,” Gil said. “Thanks for waiting!”

“Psh,” Harry snorted. “Don’t thank me. Uma would have been pissed if she hears you got lost again.”

Gil watched as the other teen walked away from him. He knew recognized the look on Harry’s face before he left. He may have not understood what it meant but Gil knew he didn’t mean that. Gil smiled. Harry and Uma sure did make a lot of faces. It was only a matter of time before Gil would be able to figure out what every single one of them meant.         

The importance of Autism in fiction

Back when I was a small child, I would’ve given my left eyelashes to see another kid like me on TV, in a book, or anywhere else at all. As I write to you, I cannot think of a single piece of media I can link to you that I have consumed in the past 20+ years that had an actual well written autistic character. And god forbid I see an autistic individual in comics. Not even as a special “disability” episode.
Side note, those episodes are awful and you should be ashamed of yourselves for that, whoever decided that was a thing.
So, as an autistic writer, I’m going to take this time to show you how to write autistic characters. You will no longer have excuses to not include people in your narrative after this.

1. Stereotypes to avoid
“The weird kid”
This is comfortable ground for writers to walk on. But all too often, that weird kid in real life is autistic, and just using them as comic relief or worse just perpetuates bullying behavior.

“The obstacle”
I see this all the time on cop shows. The only reason they have an autistic character (played by a non autistic actor who doesn’t know what they’re doing) is to make that autism an obstacle. For example, the autistic child who was abused is nonverbal and the cops don’t bother trying to communicate with the kid any other way. Don’t make a character autistic just to make them a burden. It’s ablest and done to death. Just. Don’t.

“White boy who loves trains”
and he’ll be a child, and an absolute angel, except he can’t shut up about trains. He’s not affected by his disorder any other way.

“Anything like Benedict Cumberbatch”
He’s used his platform to say several terrible things about autism, and Sherlock is not autistic anyway. So he’s not your best example. Not even a good one. One of the worst. Ablest, disgusting, scum at the bottom of a rotten fish barrel worst.

2. How Autistic People actually are

If you’ve done your research (and please do, you can’t just make it up in your head like you’re some know-it-all writing professor who thinks being white and male gives you the ability to just imagine it), then you’ve probably heard a few wrong things. Your best bet is to talk to actually autistic people, or visit some autistic writing blogs. They have lots of tips I can’t sum up in a single blog post. But research solely by internet and old tomes is very important: it shows you how the world perceives autism, verses how autism actually is. So, I’ll be putting a few misconceptions down below.

Functioning levels are bull
High functioning? Low functioning? Depending on where your character is on the spectrum, they’re likely to get slapped with either one, and it will change how people perceive them. But in truth, autistic people have no functioning label.
Our functioning abilities are dependent on the stress we have in our environment. So if your character is under a lot of stress, they may go into a shutdown, or a meltdown, and have various coping mechanisms to prevent this. Most of this is in the form of Stimming.

Stimming is Important
As I said above, autistic people are prone to Stimming in stressful situations. It’s how we destress and keep calm, and also how we express emotions. Stimming comes in many forms: singing, hand flapping, rocking, and chewing to name a few. Whatever creates a positive stimuli- which is where the word “stim” came from.

We are not just burdens
We’re people. Do not treat your autistic character like they’re just an obstacle to overcome. Do. Not.

We have a different body language
When I lie to people, I have a tendency to look them straight in the eye on purpose. I know non-autistic people believe me more if I do. But looking people in the eye causes my body huge stress- it’s a fight or flight response. Flight being look away, fight being staring someone down. Autistic people do not have the same body language as autistic people, so don’t write them like that. We still cry when we’re sad but we may flap when we’re happy, or look emotionless because allistic people have difficulty reading our signals.

We can fall in love/have sex
Why is this even a thing that people don’t believe. Yes, there are asexual autistic people. I’m one of them. But we are not all like that. We have sexual organs like everybody else.


Now go, do some more research. From actually autistic people.