i howled at this in the theater

“Celebratory Dinner”

Request:  Do you take requests? If you do can I get a lance tucker x reader one shot and in one part the reader says “put your pants on, spoof your Quoof we gotta go” then it can be smutty or something. 😊 - @majestichoechlin

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Characters: Lance Tucker, Bucky Barnes, Sebastian Stan, Chris Beck

Warning: Fluff, Sass

Word Count: 1452

A/N: The first of many requests! My permanent taglist is open and so are my requests, so ask away! I decided no smut because I needed fluff. 

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Originally posted by yesilliniz

You struggled to get Jack’s little arms through the sleeves of his baby button down, the task being ectra hard since you had been getting sick all day. He fought as much as he could, he hated wearing clothes, especially if they were fancy. He was very much like his father in that way.

“Lance! Get out of bed! I need help with Jack!” You screamed across the hall to your husband.

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Steve Rogers adapting to the 21st century would include

Originally posted by casstielnovak


  • steve having a dictionary for every new word he hears
  • him overusing “AF” but not knowing what it stands for
  • “thank you Friday, you’re helpful AF”
  • “Tony, i’m angry AF now!”
  • “Are you sure AF, Buck?”
  • him saying YOLO all the freaking time
  • “Cap, you need to wear a parachute!”
  • “C’mon Nat, YOLO!” *as he’s flying into the air*
  • him almost having a heart stroke when he sees Miley twerking
  • “Steve breath, c’mon, inhale, exhale”
  • “that’s just so …. degrading. Why would someone do this on tv? AND CHILDREN ARE WATCHING THIS???”
  • “why is this phone named after a fruit?”
  • “Tony, you need to take this one back to the shop, it’s used, look, the apple is bitten”
  • “who is this corn-man and why is he on tv so much???”
  • “HIM???? RUNNING FOR A PRESIDENT???”
  • “he’s HYDRA! i know it!”
  • “you should have left me in ice”
  • him calling a 30-year-old his son
  • “what is uhmmm Facehook, Tony?”
  • “ohh interesting, so i can search anyone’s name and then i can contact them?”
  • “Clint, can you help me with this Lookbook thing? i’m searching for one of my friends but i can’t find him”
  • “what’s his name?”
  • “Timothy Dugan, he’s one of the Howling Commandos”
  • “Steve, he’s dead.”
  • “oh! sorry”
  • “Natasha, can you help me with something?”
  • “I need to choose a profile picture for this … uhm … *looking at the writing on his left hand* Facelook account. So which one do i choose: me in a cap suit or in civilian clothes”
  • “Bruce! i got 8 likes on my shield’s photo”
  • him pouting
  • “someone commented saying i’m not the real Captain America”
  • getting angry at the computer
  • “gosh, i’m tired AF i need to sleep ASAP”
  • Nat taking him to movie theater to see “50 shades of grey”
  • him having a seizure in the middle of the movie
  • really getting into selfies
  • taking selfies with Thor during missions, posting them on Instagram and captioning “freedom and justice are what we’re fighting for”
  • taking pics of random stuff that’s red, white or bule
  • “what? it matches my aesthetic”
“Troop Leader” 12

Summary: How will your father handle the fact that James Buchanan Barnes is the one mending your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: fluff overload

Word Count: 1000ish

A/N: One more part after this! Then I’ll write an epilogue. I have a few series ideas that i will write out and have you guys vote on! My permanent taglist is open and so is this one if you want to be on the last two parts.

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Originally posted by xxxxxx6x

Today Bucky was being released from the hospital.

You had spent all day putting together your lazy date with him, but he still had no idea it was happening. You told everyone to steer clear of the movie theater in the tower and to not touch any of the snacks or pizza that was being saved for tonight. Everyone knew not to mess with you when you were this stressed. You just wanted everything to be perfect.

You had gathered almost every single blanket and pillow in the tower and arranged them just right in the theater. It looked like a Bed Bath and Beyond had exploded in the room, but you wanted everything to be comfortable. After all, you did have plans to watch the Harry Potter movies and Fantastic Beasts. You were appalled when you realized no one had shown them to him. Yes, it would take a good portion of the day, but he was supposed to be on bedrest anyway. You were really excited.

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A Tease - Klarion x Reader

Originally posted by melanc-holik

Requested by obsessedpeppermint  - Klarion x reader where Reader likes him and even though he doesn’t realize she does he acts like a teasing prick.


As the new magically-gifted recruit for The Light, you found yourself working with Klarion quite often. Whether the reason you were put together so much was because of your similar ages (in appearance, not in actual years), or because you both were magically-gifted per say, you didn’t know. All you know is that you saw a lot of Klarion. 

You had to admit, you thought he was cute. He was funny, which was something that was unique when it came to The Light. The way he used his powers was amazing, and you look up to him for inspiration of what to do with your own. You liked him, but of course it would have been better if he wasn’t such a teasing prick.

He was awful. Always giving you hope that he finally realized you liked him, but then he would blow it by pulling a trick on you. For example, he gave you a rose one day, but then it exploded in your face. It didn’t hurt you, but still gave you a shock. Klarion laughed his head off. Another time he held out his hand to help you up, and you fell through his hand to land on your face. He had casted his hand as an illusion, which he also thought was hilarious. 

Honestly, you didn’t know what to do. Every time he tricked you, you just got angrier. You were angry that he didn’t notice you liked him, and that he felt the need to humiliate you in front of the other members. The anger from Klarion’s teasing slowly built up until it burst. 


Klarion and you were sitting in an abandoned movie theater, waiting for your plan to begin. Both of you were sent here to distract the Justice League while The Light steals technology from their watchtower.  

“Are you sure enchanting the water system was a good idea,” you ask as you magically float in the air. 

“Yes, Baby,” Klarion snaps back in a mocking tone. While the nickname could have been a term of endearment, the way he said it made it an insult. He is sitting in one of the theater chairs. Teekl jumps into his lap and he begins to pet her. “I know what I am doing.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “I just don’t think that turning everyone who touches the water into mindless lizard monsters is going to attract the attention of the Justice League,” you argue while doing somersaults in the air.  

“Hmm…,” Klarion hums, narrowing his eyes at you. With a flick of his finger, the spell that you were using to float in the air comes undone, and you crash to the ground. You were mid-somersault at the time, making you land right on your head.

“Ouch,” you cry, holding your head as you slowly sit up. Tears fill your eyes, it really hurt. 

Meanwhile, Klarion giggles his head off. “Oh, poor Baby,” he coos, motioning you to come to him. “Let me look at it.”

Even though it was against your better judgement, you sat in the chair next to him. Teekl crawls into your lap as Klarion checks the bump on your head. His touch is surprisingly gentle. You wonder if this meant something, but decide against it as he pressed down on the tender spot on your head. Petting Teekl’s head to ignore the pain, she begins to purr in your lap.

“Oww,” you whimper as a wave of sharp pain runs through  your head. “What are you doing?” Klarion begins to snicker, making you jump away from him. Teekl falls from your lap, meowing unhappily at you.  You glare at him before demanding, “What did you do to me?”

Klarion laughs harder, his normally pale, handsome face turning a bright red. You snap your fingers and a mirror appears in your hand. Holding it up, you scream. 

He had changed your hair color to this obnoxious color and styled it into a beehive. To be fair, you really cared about your hair. You loved the color of it and the style thus you were very protective of it. It meant a lot to you, and he just destroyed it. Obviously, you could fix it, but that was beside the point. Paired with your anger from his teasing and his lack of notice when it came to your feelings for him, you exploded. 

“You are a jerk,” you snap, clapping your hands to fix your hair to it’s original look. The mirror disappears when you toss it into the air. You turn to face him as the room begins to darken with your rage. 

“Calm down, Baby,” he chimes, unconcerned with your rage. “It’s just a joke.” However, Teekl runs to hide beneath one of the theater chairs. 

“I can’t take this anymore,” you scream as your magic creates a storm in the room. The wind howls past you, slowly lifting you into the air. You get a little satisfaction when Klarion appears to get nervous. “Enough of the tricks and the teasing, Klarion. I don’t care if you are a Lord of Chaos, I will not accept this behavior again.”

The wind picks up as lightning begins to strike within the building, a vortex forms near the ceiling. Klarion peers up at the brewing storm above, impressed. He never saw you use your magic so dramatically before. 

Meanwhile, you continue ranting, shouting to be heard above the wind. “It’s hard to like you when you keep playing me like a fool. Every time I think you might feel something for me, you ruin it by playing a trick. How can I like you so much when you are so mean to me?” You let out a high-pitched scream, sending a shock wave through the room that destroys everything except for the chair Klarion is sitting in. Teekl, having lost her hiding place, runs to cower in his lap. 

Klarion’s eyes went wide when you shouted your last sentence. His face went white as he tried to comprehend your words. You just glare at him, but when he doesn’t react, you turn to leave.

“I’m out of here, you can take care of the League yourself,” you say bitterly before casting a portal and jumping through it. It snaps closed behind you.

Klarion sits there for several moments, still shock by what you said. Teekl meows at him knowingly. 

“I know what you said, but I never thought she liked me back,” Klarion grumbles at the cat. Teekl meows in a “I told you so” manner.

“Shut up, you stupid cat,” Klarion shoots back, frowning when screams coming from outside of the building warn him their plan has begun. “I have to fix this after we distract the Armadillos.” He stands with Teekl in his arms and casts open a portal to take care of business before going to find you.


You went to hide in your pocket dimension, creating as much chaos as possible with your magic to try to soothe your anger. Your pocket dimension was just blank space when you were done. Eventually, you soothed your anger and were able to settle down to sleep for the night. 

When you woke the next morning, you were surprised to see every inch of space covered in roses. Roses similar to the one Klarion had given to you which blew up in your face. With a sense of uneasiness at how these roses got here and whether or not they were going to blow up, you pick up a note that was placed on top of the roses closest to you. By the handwriting, you knew it was from Klarion. It said,

(Y/N)

The roses will not explode. They are a gift to beg for your forgiveness. While I am not accustom to apologies, I believe I own you one. My behavior was unacceptable and I am sorry. I have only my own jealousy to blame as I believed you had no interest in me. I hope we can work together in the future, and perhaps we can create chaos together. 

Klarion the Witch Boy

P.S. The storm you created was magnificent.  

A giant grin breaks out on your face as you finish reading the note. Gazing out at the thousands of roses, you held the note to your heart as it almost burst from joy. Somehow, you knew it was a new beginning.  

a sort of always

you might think i’ll write something corny about the stars or how the moon is beautiful yet indifferent or the way the sea hits the shore and the shore never howls in return.

there’s nothing wrong with corny, there’s nothing wrong with any of those things but i’m not that kind of poet anymore.

i’m a neon explorer, a heart-listener, a sort of scroll-whisperer. i sniff scented candles, i puke once in a while from high anxiety, i write about cats and crying in cars and getting better in movie theaters. i’m always changing.

but there’s a sort of always tucked away deep in my rib cage. it’ll stick with me forever. long after i’m gone. it’ll be part of a poem i leave on a distant mountain somewhere west. it’ll be etched in a cloud. lost in the flames of a star.

you’ll never guess what that sort of always is and that’s okay. it’s my job to know and your mission to see the world with your own eyes.

this is where i disappear, but only for a little while, into the smoke. leaving behind a smile, some star dust, and, of course, a little poem.

Sunshine [Phillipa Soo x Reader]

Request: None! #reileysqueuelist

Summary: The reader is Lin’s partner and visits Lin at the theater everyday before reader goes to work.

A/N: This is a short little fluff idea that came to me during lunch. Enjoy! This could’ve been for anyone but to add variation and not make my masterlist a Lin shrine, I made this a Phillipa Soo one! Hope y’all don’t mind! OKAY I KNOW I’M SUPPOSED TO POST THIS TOMORROW BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT

Word Count: 470 (Told you it was short.)

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The wind was howling in the streets of New York City. As usual, the sidewalks were pretty crowded but you didn’t mind. Even on a cold day, you’d always be warm from the thought of your girlfriend, Phillipa Soo. Everyone that had even seen Pippa knew that she is a realistic beam of sunlight and you loved that about her. She always put others before herself and you admired her. You felt yourself smile as you walked to the theater. Whenever you knew you wouldn’t be home in time because of work, you made it part of your routine to bring her a flower and a dessert topped off with a sticky note with a  thoughtful message.

You’ve done this enough times for the security guards to always let you in. “Y/N, good to see you! Is all of that for me?” said the security guard as they checked your license. You laughed and put your license back. “One day, Terrence. One day you’ll get something from me.” You walked into the theater and made your rounds to say hi to the cast members. You approached Groff. “Y/N! Are those macarons for me?” He then proceeded to open the box and you swatted his hand. “Nice try, Groffsauce. These are for Pip.” He snickered and you walked away. “Y/N AND PIPPA SITTING IN A TREE K I S S I N G”

Pippa’s door was wide open and you walked inside to be greeted with Pippa at the table scrolling on her phone. “I’m here for my daily fix of kisses!” Once she saw you, her face lit up. She squealed and kissed you. “Hello, darling! I got you some macarons and a flower!” She gladly accepted them. You looked over to the window sill and saw a bright vase filled with flowers you gave her. She loved gardening and nature and the fact that she couldn’t have a garden in her dressing room, (no matter how hard she tried) you always added flowers to her collection. The vase was filled with various plants of different shapes and colors. You posted the sticky note on her mirror and you hugged her. “I have to go to work, Pip.” She frowned and held onto your arm trying to get you to stay with her. “Y/N, please! You can miss work for one day!” Kissing her forehead you smiled, “I’d love to Pip but there’s also a meeting today, I’m sorry. I’ll catch up with you later!”

“Too bad, I guess I’ll have fun without you…” You could hear the smirk in her words.

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r3zuri replied to your photo: me, asking the real questions (look, I’m not the…

ngl I’m so stoked to finally have a female-lead superhero movie that also happens to be fantastic, but I’m still kinda salty that we’ve got a main character that lives on an island of women and we’re expected to believe it’s all just gals being pals.

I don’t think we are necessarily! I think that was the point of the “men are necessary for procreation but not for pleasure” bit of the conversation (and let me tell you that my theater was full of women who were just howling). 

but boy do I wish they’d made it a lot more explicit, because as is it’s just a lot of implication and plausible deniability. 

like. just let them be visibly gay. show some background Amazons kissing. no winking and nodding about it.

this is one thing I really appreciate about the Greg Rucka Wonder Woman run - he’s not the first to do it, but he really made it explicit that yeah, the Amazons have relationships with each other, and even more personally important to me, yeah, Diana is bi. both in the comic itself an in interviews, in case anyone was confused.

ca:civil war trailer-inspired headcanon

Okay, okay, I know I am NOT ALLOWED ON TUMBLR RN but, like, look guys the CW trailer came out and I had to just swing by to check and-

HEADCANON TIME

So, basically, we see from the trailer that Bucky can now recall lots of details about Steve and that is essentially how he proves to Steve that he is no longer the Winter Soldier. He can remember the past and he remembers Steve and everything is good in that area.

BUT- what if he only remembers Steve. That is, what if Steve was the one safe thing that he can allow himself to remember, that hasn’t been completely corrupted by Hydra and so he knows everything about Steve (and he spends hours repeating those facts over and over because those are the things he wants to remember, if he says them loud enough – Steve used to ace spelling quizzes, teachers used to try to get Steve to stay late so the kids wouldn’t have the chance to pick on him, Steve stuffed his shoes with newspaper and extra rags in his pockets – if he says them loud enough, he could drown out mission details that are constantly running through his head, names that he is supposed to get to, facts and figures about guns that he doesn’t want to know) and he knows somethings about himself in relation to Steve but he-

He doesn’t let himself remember facts about just him. Doesn’t let himself or maybe can’t because Hydra has twisted them and maybe the Winter Soldier was based off his own personality, his own violence and-

He keeps it to Steve. He knows who Steve is and he knows who he is when he’s with Steve.

No personal details.

And I’d imagine that he limps along like this for a while. Steve is the only one who would notice and when he is with Steve, he is fine.

(When Steve hits his shoulder like that, he is supposed to duck his chin and roll his eyes; when they get a chance to be in a car, he makes sure to put on old timey jazz; when they fight together, he has to make sure the other guy comes after him more…)

So he’s fine and there’s fighting and craziness and he doesn’t have time to worry about it.

And then, after maybe (or maybe during), something simple happens. Something like- They are eating breakfast at a little diner and Bucky grins and tells the waitress “I’ll have what he’s having” with a nod to Steve and Steve doesn’t notice because he’s in the middle of a story or a call with Nat and the food comes – waffles topped with strawberries and blueberries – and Bucky digs in, but Steve hesitates and-

“Buck,” Steve says and the note of alarm in his voice is enough to send Bucky’s fork clattering to its plate.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You hate strawberries,” Steve says. And Bucky can’t figure out if it is question or suspicion in his voice and he freezes because he doesn’t know how to explain that he didn’t bother recalling any of his personal preferences, not when they don’t matter – not after what he’s done – not when going back to his own past might call up something-

“Oh,” he says and he is surprised to realize that it’s true. He doesn’t particularly enjoy the tart flavor bursting across his tongue, he just hadn’t considered being able to change it and didn’t think that it mattered but Steve is still looking at him with concern and he has to do something and- “Right. Uh- I didn’t actually hear what you ordered. When I said to get me the same.”

Steve still makes no move to eat his own food.

“My mistake,” Bucky says, picking up his fork and diving back in. He shrugs with one shoulder – the same move he uses when Steve is worried he’s hurt – “Not gonna waste it, though, right? People these days waste too much.”

It’s a common complaint between them and Steve nods and it’s a bit stilted but he picks up his fork and starts eating and Bucky remembers the steps to this dance well enough and has even picked up a few new steps these past weeks and-

There. Crisis averted.

Except, obviously, something that big – that Bucky doesn’t remember anything about himself – that can’t stay hidden forever.

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Why Babies Are Born Screaming

Recall your earliest childhood memory. How old are you in this memory? Four? Five? Developmental neuroscience tells us we do not form episodic memories before the age of three. Supposedly, memories from before this time are merely phantoms— errors in the brain’s memory formation process. Ordinary daydreams, mislabeled as fact. This is what the current research tells us. It is important you know this. Bear with me, reader; I will not waste your time with endless foreplay. Here is my story:

I am a graduate student, studying linguistics. My work often overlaps with that of the neuroscience department, and I have made many contacts there. One such contact is the subject of this story. We will call him DV.

DV is also a graduate student. He studies memory. He uses a procedure called transcranial magnetic stimulation. This procedure uses magnetic radiation to activate targeted portions of the brain. Imagine a magic wand you can point at a cluster of neurons and say, “dance.” And they dance.

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there was a time when loneliness was a knife between my ribs and when the way-in-the-back seats at movie theaters were for crying but nowadays things are different.

the sky’s got nothing else left to say, the world is slowly melting and we’re still brushing cobwebs off ourselves. cats are howling outside our doors and we know that we’ll be joining them soon.

i used to sing songs about all the people who’ve hurt me but it never dawned on me that i should’ve been singing about myself and about my journey towards a day when way-in-the-back seats at movie theaters would be for laughing and not for silently weeping and pushing back sobs.

cateringisalie  asked:

Favourite films?

Full confession, I don’t usually watch movies in theaters because I lack the attention span.

Favorite animated film: Howl’s Moving Castle. The book is actually among my favorite book as well, and they’re quite different, but the movie has an adorable charm to it :D

Favorite live action film: Moulin Rouge. Yeah, the storyline is a problematic in areas, but I love the music and I love the visuals! I watched it every day when I was in high school (when I should have been sleeping but wasn’t).

anonymous asked:

Just saw Howl's bathtub, I freakin love that movie! Did you know they've been bringing back some of his movies to theaters this year?! Two of my favorites, Spirited Away and Howl's Moving Castle are in October and November, I can't wait!!

Have they really?! God, Studio Ghibli movies were my childhood, Howl’s Moving Castle is tied as my fav with Princess Mononoke. Spirited Away is great too but No Face TERRIFIED me as a kid, idk if I’ve ever been so scared of a cartoon character lol

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This is a new makeup test for my Bird Howl cosplay. A very wonderful friend of mine is highly talented with stage makeup so I let her have a try with her personal rendering of my face for Howl’s bird form. She adhered real feathers to my face using liquid latex, and blended them together with various powered makeup assortments. She also highlighted my facial features with shadowing effects, to create illusions of different bone structures and skin grooves. She did a wonderful job in my opinion, let me know what you think of it!

(Also yes, I am actually a guy xD A lot of people say my face is very feminine, I can’t help it!)

MORSMORDRE QUESTIONNAIRE

Name/alias & Introduction.

hi there everyone!! im hiba or admin hiba or admin h or hibs or whatever you please. I’m 16 years old, a practicing muslim and a senior in high school (meaning ya girl is constantly crying over college applications). I’m a certified theater nerd™ and i love shakespeare n double stuffed oreos!

What’s your favorite book? Favorite movie? Favorite TV show? Favorite animal?  

my favorite books are pride and prejudice, the throne of glass series,  beauty queens by libba bray and romeo and juliet/hamlet by Shakespeare!! my favorite movies are 10 things i hate about you, howl’s moving castle and the princess bride!! my favorite tv shows are fued: bette and joan, the bold type, game of thrones and crazy ex-girlfriend annnd my favorite animals are turtles!!

If you could visit any place in the world, where would it be and why?

Paris, and Milan bc they all have really pretty architecture and historic sites and pretty art museums.

What do you take everywhere with you?

I have a little evil eye necklace that my mom bought for me and I haven’t taken it off for like, three years.

What are your favorite FC’s to play?

Seychelle Gabriel, Zoe Kravitz, Willa Holland, Richard Madden,  Theo James and Daniel Sharman!

What’s your Hogwarts house? Your Illvermony house

I either get Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, so I just say i’m a Gryffinpuff™ and I’m also a Thunderbird!

What’s your Patronus?

Dolphin!

Favorite Harry Potter books/movies quote?

THE ICONIC “No need to call me sir, professor.”

Who are your favorite characters from the books/movies? 

HERMIONE, Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fleur, Sirius, Remus, and bad bitch Minerva McGonagall. 

Which skeletons were you interested in?

Amelia! (mostly cause I wrote it and I’m playing her ahah)

What drew you to our little group in particular?

N/A.

What are you looking forward to in this roleplay?

I’m real excited for all of the awesome plot drops and events we’ve got planned for yo all, and i’m so excited to meet and plot with you all!

And finally… Coffee or Tea? Cats or Dogs? Books or Movies? Hot or Cold? Flowers or Plants? Outdoors or Indoors? Ice cream or Froyo? Beach or Mountains?

Tea, Dogs, Books, Cold, both, Indoors, Ice Cream and the Beach!

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve showing off Brooklyn to the Howling Commandos and Peggy

Steve stops next to a ratty-looking movie theater. “Fellas–and Peggy–this spot has a lot of memories for me.” 

Morita frowns. “Cap, it’s an alley.”

“And not the cleanest-looking one I’ve ever seen, either,” Dum Dum adds. 

Bucky, however, seems to know exactly what Steve is talking about, and looks pissed. “Steve, you regularly got the shit kicked out of you in this alley.”

“This alley and just about every other one in Brooklyn, I heard,” Peggy chips in. 

Bucky snorts. “Only Brooklyn? Steve, maybe you oughta expand the tour…”

Drive-In: He's Impressed With You - Dally (Request)

Thank you, radclaudia! (:

Her stupid blonde ponytail was getting on your nerves. Her high-pitched voice sent spikes through your molars and from the way the boys were clinging to her every word you felt she was probably pretty loose. It was her business if she wanted to sleep around, but it became your problem when she made her way to your boyfriend. The fight between you and your boyfriend was nasty and you were determined to make every member involved in the break up pay for it. You’d already slashed his tires so now it was her turn.

The drive in was packed when you scouted out a lone seat along a row already filled with boys. It was a coincidence that she just happened to be seated in front of you. You sat for a moment undisturbed, loathing everything about her. The guy’s motion beside you as he passed a soda catches her eye and causes her to turn, looking you up and down as she fakes happy surprise at seeing you, “(Y/n)! I didn’t think you’d be here. Where’s your boyfriend?”

Fierce anger curls your lip into a snarl, “You know damn well where he is.” Everyone did. News spread fast in this town.

“What?” You can feel the snarky smile under her forced confusion, "I don’t understand.“ The way her lips tilt into a pout and the way her eyes widen to show misunderstanding are like claws ripping at your throat in pure rage. You’re vaguely aware of the commentary going on in the background.

"Pony, pass me some popcorn, this is about to get good.”

“Shut up, Two-Bit.”

“Hush, I want to hear what happens.”

“You’re so nosy, Dal.”

You bawl your fists trying to restrain yourself, but what she says next detonates you. “Well that's a shame. You better watch out though, if you don’t give him enough attention he’ll start looking around.” It’s her sly smile at the end that does it.

You feel the crack of her nose under your knuckles, blood immediately spewing forth. The theater goes dead silent as all eyes fall on you. A heartbeat and then the boys beside you are howling with laughter, the girl’s screams flushed away by their hollering.

You’re already on your feet though, unable to see the tears streaming down her face as she shouts hysterically, the theater’s outburst assaulting your back as you stomp towards the concession area. There’s definitely an intense feeling of satisfaction battling your still kindled anger as you hit the door, but a hand on your arm stops you.

“That was pretty impressive.” You turn, noticing how the worn leather jacket fits the guy handsomely and the skull ring as he drops his hand from you arm. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen a right hook like that.“ His face shows legitimate praise. You blush, realizing his genuine compliment, and stammer a thank you.

"Why don’t you let me buy you a drink,” the crooked smile loose on his face, “I think I could really get into a chick that could throw a punch like that.”

You look to your feet for a moment, a smile spreading across your face like the pride rising in your chest. You meet his eyes, “Absolutely.”

He’s grabbing your arm again, leading you out the door, “Name’s Dallas, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Dallas.” Your confidence builds, “I’m looking forward to a fun night. Think you can provide?”

The curled ends of his lips give away his pleasure at your challenge, “Definitely.” The night air is hot on your skin, though his eyes are the only sensation you feel.

Using the 5 Senses to Create Setting

This post is actually going to be quite simple, yet sometimes it seems we miss the most obvious of things, doesn’t it? I’ve discussed character development briefly in a previous post (3 Tips For Creating Believable Characters), but another important element to a great story is……SETTING! Yes, it is the literary element that I drill into my students’ heads as “time and place.” However, setting is so much more than just those two elements! How do you create a believable setting? How do you use words to create a vivid picture in your reader’s mind? I’ll tell you a tip I teach to my students: IMAGERY!

What is imagery, you ask? It is just as it sounds, creating an image. But how does one do that? With your 5 senses! Let me elaborate.

1. See: This one is obvious. What does the setting look like? Sure, you can write that it is Shakespeare’s time late 1500s or you can describe it. You can say: “The blonde, lithe woman pulled her long, red skirt out of the way as a horse and carriage clomped down the dirt road on its way to the Globe theater for tonight’s performance.” I just created a picture in my reader’s mind as opposed to simply giving the time and place.

2. Hear: Instead of saying: the glass fell to the floor; you could say: the glass clattered to the floor. Is it raining? Does the rain pound against the roof? Is the wind howling? Birds singing? People crying/laughing/talking? Be specific.

3. Touch: The fabric was rough beneath her fingers. BORING! How about the fabric was a coarse burlap that scratched the skin or the fabric was a smooth silk that wrapped her skin in cool luxury? Don’t forget temperature is also a touch sensation: hot, cold, burning, tingling, so on and so forth.

4. Smell: This one can be a bit tough sometimes and may require thinking out side of the box. For example, when describing a library think of the things of which books (old) are made: fabric, leather, paper–they may smell musty or dusty or musky. When describing a person describe their smell to the reader: smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume or smelled of fresh-cut grass and laundry. Smell can really make a place or person come alive.

5. Taste: By far a favorite of the senses and maybe one of the easier to write about. Sweet, salty, bitter, tart, sour? The ice cream was cool, syrupy, and sweet as it melted down his throat. Or maybe the fear rises up like something bitter in the back of someone’s throat?

As you can see taking the 5 senses into account when writing will really help with creating IMAGERY in your reader’s mind’s eye. It will help establish setting, create more vivid characters, and enable your writing to be more descriptive. I hope you found this post helpful! Happy writing!

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Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the eldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom, Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training in Camp McCoy Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation, and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed fighting unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troops movements throughout the European Theater.

Bucky Barnes 1917 - 1944

anonymous asked:

Please explain to me the allure behind An American Werewolf in London. Besides that it's a film about an American werewolf in London.

First of all, how dare you.

It revolutionized horror comedy. We owe every good horror comedy in the past thirty-five years to American Werewolf. From Evil Dead 2 to Shaun of the Dead. All of them. Because AWIL was the one to figure out that horror comedies work best when they don’t forget to be genuine horror movies. While it’s most often referred to as a comedy, this is a horror film first and foremost and it’s an extremely effective one. The comedy comes out of the characters, out of the absurdity of the situation. It’s there to provide levity and it’s pitch-perfect in doing so. 

It’s also revolutionary in terms of what it did for makeup FX, which is something all fans of ‘80s horror should be able to appreciate. This is the film created the special makeup effects Oscar. That werewolf transformation is flawless and audiences at the time had never seen anything like it. Movies by this point were still using the same basic werewolf template created by Jack Pierce for The Wolf Man. Landis tasked Rick Baker with figuring out how to actually show audiences a human being turning into a wolf. 

No horror movie works without the characters and I think AWIL is such a huge, revered classic because you genuinely care about this guy. You love David and Jack from the moment you meet them, because they’re just two almost pathetically regular guys. They don’t deserve what happens to either one of them. 

I think the comedy is so necessary to AWIL because it would be such a depressing movie if that humor wasn’t there. It’s a downbeat, tragic story. David has to die in order for his friend to be able to rest. If he doesn’t die, he’s going to kill people and he doesn’t want that. It’s even funnier because it’s so dark and works best in its most absurd moments. 

When David, after his first rampage, wanders into a porno theater surrounded by the mutilated, smiling faces of the people he murdered the night before, it’s sad and hilarious at the same time and that is the hardest thing in the world for a filmmaker to pull off. Anyone who does it even halfway decently deserves some credit for it, and Landis nails it. 

It’s an incredible film. Easily one of my top favorite horror films of all time. I also don’t get the reason for the people who need to be either on the side of AWIL or The Howling, like, they’re virtually the two best werewolf movies ever made. No need to fight. They’re both pretty. 

There’s so much craft on display in An American Werewolf in London and yet at the same time there’s no attention drawn to the filmmaking for the sake of innovative angles or cuts. The story come first and foremost, even over the effects. That, above all else, is why it’s still such a big deal.