i mean the movie in itself was okay

Countdown|H.Styles Imagine

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

#3:“I was just kinda hoping you’d y’know… fall in love with me.”
#13:”It’s okay, you don’t have to love me back.”

Niall couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips once Harry told him what had happened hours before. Harry starred at his friend with the most unamused expression, that only increased Niall’s laugher, the Irishman didn’t mean to laugh but the situation itself was something out of those corny romance movies that his bird watched on a daily. Wiping the tears that had escaped he let out a deep breathe before the words finally escaped his lips.

“Let me get this straight mate, so you and Y/N were having lunch and you just said ‘I was just kinda hoping you’d y’know fall in love with me?” Niall asked with a raised eyebrow as Ella walked in the room with a raised eyebrow.

“Who’s falling in love with whom?” She asked as Harry groaned knowing the last person he wanted to know about his mess up was her. He loved Ella, and thanked her everyday for waltzing into Niall’s life which brought Y/N into his. But having her know, meant she’d try ad prey information for Y/N and that was the last thing he needed right now.

“Harry over here petal, likes love’s Y/N.” Niall stated before taken a sip of his beer and looking at his fiancé. Rolling her eyes she sat down besides Harry and gave him a soft hug. She of course had already known what happened, seeing as Y/N had called her a nerves wreak.

“Hey, it’s alright.” She smiled as Harry looked at her with a slight worried expression. She wasn’t dim and she knew the Englishman had feelings for her friend, but she also knew her friend had feelings for him. They both simply needed a little push, and Niall was certainly not the one to do it. “Just talk to her H..” She added as they both watched his eyes widen.

“Not possible.” He stated shaking his head. “Don’t even know how to start a proper conversation after that mess up..” He finished with a sigh and his shoulder’s dropped.

“Well too bad Styles…” She huffed as she stood up from her seat besides him. Placing her hand on her hips she looked at him with a smirk. “Cause you’re staying for dinner and she’s coming over for dinner.”

“But-”

“But nothing..”

Three hours.

That’s how long he had before he had to find some way to lose his nerves and some way to make right the mistake he had made. He tried busying himself by helping Ella make dinner only to resulting in him almost cutting his finger and her pushing him out of her kitchen. Niall had offered him a beer as he sat down besides with a long sigh and a still busy mind.

30 minutes.

Till dinner and till perhaps the end of his live as he knew it. Niall had assured him things wouldn’t be as bad and he just needed to get over this insane fear and just go along with it. Harry rejected every single idea he had. Niall was a smart man, and Harry knew that. All he wanted to do was help, but Harry was way to nervous to even allow the sudden ideas being fed to him make a dent in his brain.

0 minutes.

She sat across from him, as Niall and Ella were in the dinning room getting the table ready. All that was heard the soft voices of the other couple. They were trying their best to busy themselves as long as possible for them to have the most needed conversation possible.

It’s okay, you don’t have to love me back.” Harry spoke as she looked up at him with a soft chuckle as she nodded her head.

“You’re nervous..” She pointed out as a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded his head.

“How could I not be, basically told you I’m in love with you before..” he stated as he looked down and her cheeks flushed. Ella’s words from earlier repeated themselves in her mind as she took a deep breathe.

“You ever let me answer you before..”

“Cause I already know the answer..”

“But do you really..”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Well you don’t Harry. ‘Cause if you stood around and waited you would’ve know I’m helpless in love with you too.”

**Logan Spoilers**

Everything about this movie broke my heart, but you know one scene that destroyed me? Right after “Logan” stabbed Charles in the chest and the real Logan came upstairs to get him. I mean the whole scene itself was heartbreaking, but what really got to me was what Logan said to him as he picked him up.

“It wasn’t me.”

He wasn’t cursing, saying “shit shit shit!” like we all were in the audience, or saying “you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay.” No he just said “It wasn’t me.” Cause Logan isn’t stupid. Taking one look at Charles and his condition, it was obvious there was no real saving him. So what does Logan do? What can he do? The way I took it, in Charles last moments of being alive and being with him, he needed to assure him that he wouldn’t do that. He’d never do that. Cause as much as they fought and fought, Logan loves Charles and he needed him to know. To me it was Logans way of saying just that.

This movie seriously broke my heart but I think all movies that do that, are damn good ones. If you haven’t seen Logan, I high recommend doing so. It is very sad but I don’t think we should shy away from sad things. We should embrace them, cause there’s beauty in sorrow.
And this ones a masterpiece.

There is a very, very long literary criticism post sitting on my dash right now about the failings? shortcomings? of The Force Awakens as a part of the Star Wars universe because it lacks the mythic quality of the originals. I realize this is an extremely superficial rendering of the post’s actual, lengthy analysis and argumentation, but that’s not what I’m here for.

What I am here for is to take up two bits from that very interesting post AS THEY RELATE TO ME, A FAN OF COLOR, PERSONALLY. 

The first is the assertion that:

“While The Force Awakens has its merits, they are few indeed, and the only one that deserves listing is the diverse casting.”

The second:  

Rogue One, on the other hand, does not fall victim to this. It does not claim to be a part of the Saga. It exists without intentionally altering facts crucial to the plot of the myth. It exists as a supportive side note only. The writers of R1 did not fall victim to the same hubris that haunts Abrams and Disney. R1 knows exactly what it is. It’s C-canon. Continuity to be utilized or ignored at whim, or as needed.”

To be perfectly honest, I spend a *lot* of time thinking about representation in the media; I don’t write about it very often because other people have done it already, and in far more eloquent ways than I can. But it’s an incredibly important part of how I think about my work as both a fan and a (temporary) academic. And it’s something that means a LOT more to me as a fan of color than just one line in a very, very, very long piece about why some people disliked TFA

Like the post’s original author, I too consumed a significant quantity of Star Wars material after watching the movies. From where I sit on my living room floor I can see my collection of EU novels–it’s not sizeable, but they are well-worn and loved. I played KOTOR and KOTOR II and cried over both. But unlike George Lucas, I never differentiated between the levels of canon; yes, I did take up particular aspects to be my own headcanons and resisted incorporating others, but for me, the most important thing about the EU novels and the games was being able to continue engaging with the Star Wars universe. 

Not the mythology that closed me out.

I love the originals. I have no idea how many times I’ve seen them, because aside from having them on VHS, I watched them every time they were on SPIKE TV in the early 2000s. I still plan to cosplay Cloud City Leia when I have time to make things again. They are a hugely important part of my identity (oh god why did I decide to go into an education phd when I should’ve done media studies, fml). 

But–

I have never cried harder at a movie than during either TFA or Rogue One. (It was worse during Rogue One.) 

So many better authors than I, again, have spoken/written about how amazing it was for them to see themselves onscreen in a Star Wars movie for the first time. For Rey to be the central heroine of the new saga. So much of the press around Rogue One in particular is about the diversity of the cast. The cast members themselves shared anecdotes about being a part of something that reflects how global the stories of Star Wars really are (Diego Luna’s accent, for the most prominent example). 

For me, the diversity of TFA’s cast (and, obviously, Rogue One) is not just one line of praise. It is not, as Riz says, “an added extra.” It is everything. It’s about saying THERE ARE PILOTS AND MECHANICS AND GUNNERS WHO LOOK LIKE ME. THERE ARE PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO MATTER IN THIS HUGE AMAZING STORY THAT LOTS AND LOTS OF PEOPLE LOVE. It is about opening up the whole GFFA in which the mythic Skywalker saga exists. The universe–the world-building, I’m not entirely sure what to call it here–is so much more to me than the central story of Luke, and Anakin. And that, too, is something the actors themselves have spoken about, that you really feel like you’re part of a lived-in world. 

(Shit, I’m getting off-track; there’s a whole other post about context that I dont’ have time to think about rn, I’m actually supposed to be getting ready for class. Suffice to say that the Saga doesn’t exist in a vacuum, nor do I think it should!)

Relegating Rogue One to “C-Canon,” to me, denies the significance of opening up the GFFA’s universe to be more inclusive. (Again, other authors have done quite a lot with the notion that the most diverse Star Wars film to date also…kills them all off, canonically supporting the white leads’ efforts.) It says that yes, you can come play in this universe so long as you don’t think you’re an important part of it. 

Rogue One made a billion dollars. I don’t think most people saw it–and its story of sacrifice and hope–as something to be ignored. 

So. TL;DR: I don’t take up Star Wars as just the central myth of Luke and Anakin, because it’s part of a much larger universe, a universe which is finally opening up to include more of the people who love it. The diversity and inclusion of the new movies is incredibly important to me, perhaps even moreso than the originals (which, again, I love). I mean–okay, sorry, this is getting into TL;DR territory in and of itself–I have loved Star Wars since I was twelve years old, I’ve always loved Luke in particular, and it’s only now, with these two new movies, that I’ve fallen this fucking hard headfirst into the fandom and show absolutely no signs of being able to climb out again. 

Look. I don’t mean this as a repudiation of the original post and its opinions; this is kind of the definition of YMMV, I think. But those two parts, and my own experiences with fandom and inclusion–this all kind of had to come rushing out. 

like u think i’m joking or not entirely serious when i say “it is intensely difficult to introduce people to the fact that i’m multiple” like no it is immensely fucking difficult. first i have to trust the person enough. then i have to know they trust and respect me in return. then i have to find a way to explain multiplicity itself in a way so they don’t think i’m off my rocker. then i have to explain and debunk every single fucking myth about multiplicity as fast as possible cause not ONCE in my life has anyone had a goddamn idea about what actually goes on inside my fucking head and you think movies like split are gonna help!!! you think they’re gonna fucking HELP!!!!!!!!! you think they’re just good harmless fun???? nice funky fucking HORROR MOVIES???? suck my ASS just fucking SUCK IT

like okay i didn’t mean to go on a rant there about split but it is DAMN NEAR IMPOSSIBLE to let everyone be themselves UNLESS we’re public about it and then we get the STIGMA. Taling to people about multiplicity IS NOT EASY

this is okay to reblog whether you’re multiple or not i’m just pissed off and TIRED

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Time slows down before an accident, you know. My last ten years were pretty slow.

anonymous asked:

Is it really shocking that all of the important Amazonian's are white though? I mean not really. The movie itself isn't even that groundbreaking, it's just another white women who can fight and use a weapon. Just like Jyn, Rey, Katniss (even though she was whitewashed), Hermione (in the films), and many others.

Okay, wait  Wonder Woman isn’t just another white woman thing. Gal Gadot is Jewish and therefore so is WW and Jewish people are non-white.

Now yeah it’s disappointing that most of the Amazons are white women but let’s not say things that aren’t true. GG and WW aren’t like the rest of them. This is different.



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Guys! Good news! I’m moving onto the second movie in my re-watching of Naruto. I plan to get the pre-Shippuden ones watched before I jump into the episodes of Shippuden itself. That means I get three movies! Watched the Clash in the Land of Snow recently (mmm scarf-Kakashi!) and now it’s time to move onto the second movie - the weird Stone Gelel one!

Wait … what is that…

OMG. … Are you… the third missing clone? Or… the original?

Okay okay… you don’t wanna talk to me… ^_^;;;

How about your sensei?

Lemme get Minato sensei!

Stay right there! ^_^;;;

Okay! Sensei is her- …

Oh… o_o;; O-okay, bye then. ^_^;;;;;;;;

*checks figurine shelf*

Yeah… still gone. *rapid breathing* Okay… okay, just a figurine that seemingly gained sentience gone missing after cloning itself… well, three total missing since it’s the original and two clones…

I’m okay. They’re just… spooking me. ^_^;; Yeah? *nervous chuckle*

Hakumyu Saitō-hen - The Experiment

Here in lies my rather extensive thoughts on the first of the Hakumyu shows. I’m warning beforehand that this post IS NOT spoiler free! If you haven’t seen any of the shows yet and don’t want to be spoiled, keep on scrolling. Don’t worry, I won’t be offended. 😉  I’m sorry that this post is going to take up your dash. I attempted to add a cut, but it doesn’t work at all. I’ve tried every trick I found. Every time I clicked keep reading, it would send the reader to my blog but not open the post. I apologize!

Full Disclosure: I haven’t completed an entire playthrough of any route of any of the Hakuōki games (I’m working in it, I swear!). I have seen the entire anime several times as well as both movies, which means that most of my Hakuōki knowledge is really of Hijikata’s route. With that said, I’m not an expert on the individual routes, so I won’t be commentating on the accuracy of the story itself as it compares to the games.

Okay, my method while I was viewing was pretty straight forward. I realized that not all of the musicals have been translated (and I’m nowhere close to being a fluent speaker/understander of Japanese), and obviously, my ability to understand the dialogue would sway my opinion of the show, so I decided to watch all of the musicals without subtitles. That way, all of the musicals are on equal footing when it comes to my ability to comprehend what is going on. I had to rely on my severely limited knowledge of Japanese and the acting. I also did not watch any behind the scenes footage or extras, so everything is based off of what I saw on stage. I’ll also use screenshots and an occasional gif to illustrate my point and to break up the walls of text I’m certain are going to happen.

Okay, so let’s get this show on the road!

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“Tom and Jerry: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory“ Review

I’m not known for reviewing movies (although after this I might do more), but you know what I am known for? Constantly ranting and raving.

This movie is an experience. There are some majors things I want to talk about, and when they’re good, they’re VERY good. But when they’re bad… they’re fucking bad.

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OKAY! Can we talk about Little Witch Academia?!

I just finished watching it on Netflix AND HOLYCRAP!
I mean, I watched the promoting movie and all, but the series itself?! Just, GORGEOUS…! And the message it brings, fills my heart with GOODIES! ♥
I just wish the whole world would watch it and learn something from this lovely series. Really…just…argh!!! WE NEED THESE LOVELY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE SO THEY CAN FIX THIS BIG MESS OF WORLD WE LIVE IN RN! AHHHHH! ;A; ♥ Thanks everyone who worked in it, what a lovely story and message, rly.

Originally posted by littlewitchacademiagifs

watching scary movies with bruce is sort of a ritual amongst the members of the batfamily and everybody’s done it at least five times with bruce and of course they all have different response (even though bruce doesn’t really flinch for anything in these stupid movies)

dick has this thing that he’s been doing since he was i don’t know like ten and that’s to slap bruce’s arm whenever he’s watching something scary and intense and but his slaps get harder as the years go by and the movies get scarier and so it’s more like punches now and it’s just a way to get bruce to shout “ALFRED I BELIEVE I’M BEING ATTACKED BY MY OWN SON” 

something really scary like a gory death or stakeout for the criminal happens and jason just kind of glances at bruce to make sure that he isn’t scared and therefore there’s no reason for him to be scared and chuckles slightly and then complain that the film was junk from the second it started

tim is not a natural giggler but he will become one when he’s watching a scary movie and he realizes that he’s getting scared and though at the beginning of the film both bruce and tim will be sitting in two different places, at the end bruce will be basically holding tim and he’s like “it’s okay tim” and tim’s all “NO ACTUALLY IT’S NOT REALLY”

cass is straight poker face and i mean she has more enjoyment watching other people get scared than watching the movie itself and she gets really bored so she and bruce talk all the way through the film and when the other kids expect a review she will simply reply with “it was very scary” and bruce is all “it was the scariest film i’ve ever seen” and the others like “okay what happened??” and they just stare in silence

damian will gripe and complain at the beginning but he’s one of those people who shout at characters like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUMPING OVER THE FENCE THERE ARE DINOSAURS OUT THERE ARE YOU PLANNING TO BE DINOSAUR LUNCH i can’t take much more of this father this is why we all weep for humanity” and bruce is like “we weep for humanity because of jurassic park???”

Well my cat sort of likes you so... AU (part 2)

Part 1


You’re woken up by something tangling the covers in which you lie, and you blink quickly, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing in the dark of your bedroom. A tall form struggles to get out of bed, muttering expletives until it suddenly draws still.

“Why is there a cat? I don’t have a cat,” says an Australian-accented male voice.

And it’s this that kickstarts your memories, of a drunk blond rambling about penguins and chickflicks and your cat. You chuckle a little at the thought before hitting the button on your wall, light instantly flooding the room. Penguin-boy curses again and whirls around, looking at you in confusion.

“Who are–Where am I? Oh fuck my head,” he says before collapsing on the bed.

“I’ll get you something,” you mumble, standing up.

You grab some painkillers in your bathroom as well as a glass of water, and come back into the bedroom to see him lying on his back with an arm thrown over his face, his second hand lazily petting your cat, which is curled up against him. You try hard to ignore the fact that your cat likes this complete stranger more than you and that the complete stranger’s tee-shirt has ridden up, instead placing the items on your nightstand.

“There you go, penguin-boy.”

“Penguin-boy?” He asks, pulling his arm away from his eyes and peering up at you curiously.

“Well, when you broke into my apartment in the middle of the night, out-of-your-mind wasted and thoroughly confused, you told me your name was Penguin.”

“Fuck,” the blond mutters, closing his eyes. “I’m so embarrassing.”

“A little bit,” you giggle, and he seems to wake up at the sound, a small smile forming at your lips.

“I can’t believe you didn’t throw me out instantly.”

“Neither can I, to be honest. But my cat liked you so,” you shrug, and he scrunches his nose, probably to illustrate how ridiculous that explanation is.

“Your cat is cute,’ he admits. “And my name is Luke, by the way.”

“Right. Here are some painkillers.”

He thanks you and takes the pills, and you certainly do not stare at the way his Adam apple bobs up and down his throat when he drinks the water.

“Thank you for doing all of this,” he says, a blush at his cheeks. “Can I…ask exactly what happened last night?”

“Well you picked the lock to my door and I heard you bump into things, so I got scared and was about to hit you with my speakers when I saw you were just a mess of a confused drunk. When I realized that there was no way you could get home safe on your own, I put you to bed. We watched about half of Mean Girls – your choice, not mine by the way – and then you fell asleep. Also you wanted to cuddle.”

“Wow I really am embarrassing,” he muses. “I apologize on behalf of my drunk self.”

“No it’s cool, you were pretty cute actually,” you grin, a teasing lilt to your tone.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Someone who breaks into your house and forces you to watch a chick-flick with him is cute?”

“Exhibit A,” you say, pointing at him.

He chuckles before cocking his head to the side.

“I should probably go, don’t you have classes or something? I mean, I assume you’re in college…”

“Yeah no, I missed my classes already,” you shrug. “And before you apologize, I’m very grateful I have an excuse to.”

“Oh okay. Is it…is it okay that I stay then? Because I don’t think I can leave at the moment,” he says, sending a pointed look to his lap, where your cat has curled itself into a small ball.

“You know you can just push it off, right?”

Luke stares at you with huge, horrified eyes.

“What kind of monster are you?”

“Oh dear,” you breathe, “no wonder my cat likes you this much. What do you wanna do then?”

“I mean…there’s that one movie we didn’t get to finish,” Luke grins innocently.

“Seriously?” You scoff, and he simply sends a sweet smile your way.

You roll your eyes at how adorable the boy is, scooped up in your bed with messy bed hair and tired eyes, petting the cat on his lap as he silently begs you to put the chickflick back on. Your resistance to charm is no match for his pretty blue eyes though, and soon enough you’ve put the DVD back into your laptop and are crawling to your spot next to Luke on the bed.

“Do you wanna cuddle too?” You ask somewhat derisively, but you can’t help the hope blooming in your chest.

Luke smiles again and tugs you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist so you’re half lying against his chest, his chin on your shoulder and the purring cat nestled against your thigh.

“You know, penguins have to huddle together to keep warm.”

“It’s already warm under the covers Luke.”

“Shhh, I can’t hear Regina over how annoying you are.”

You stifle an exasperated giggle before relaxing against him. Guess this really was worth skipping.

moopyloopy replied to your post: Okay, I realize this ranks pretty low on the list…

OMG, yes to all of this. There are so many many things in K2 that are wrong, wrong, wrong that my head hurts just thinking about it. I may need to pretend that the K2 movie is just fanfic gone wrong and stick with actual fanfic since there are so many out there that are so much better and with written with more taste and sense then the movie itself.

Right? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I unabashedly love the parts that I love. But there is no denying the movie itself is an unholy mess.

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty interested in Egyptian pantheon, and there are great blogs about it, but apparently there is a lot of antisemitism?? Is that true? I've only seen kemetic blogs discuss how wrong it is, not engage in it? Sorry I thought you would have some insight to it. (I'm not antisemitic, obviously. I'm not an arrogant asshole. They need a good punch in the face.)

I mean the people are anti-semitic, not the religion itself. as long as you aren’t denying Jewish mythos, talking about how super rad the egyptians were in a movie where they were enslaving Jews, or really just shit talking Jews in any way you’re probably fine.

I promise there are real, live people who aren’t involved in drama, just use a functioning bullshitometer and you should be okay.

— Mod D

At Least This Remains The Same

Stiles, Scott

Summary: Scott has changed so much after the bite. Is there something that’s remained the same? According to Stiles there is.

A/N: Kourtni prompted me this so I decided to give it a shot. I hope you all like it!

Words: 713

Stiles could tell that something was wrong. Scott was, out of lack of a better word, a ray of sunshine at most times. Yeah, sure, he could be found grumbling and mumbling and frowning, but not looking downright depressed like he was doing now.

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how disney should treat each of their neo-renaissance films

(just my opinions; feel free to add in your two cents if you want)

Princess and the Frog: Disney dropped countless of balls with this one. Because just imagine if they could expand on the film with a sequel or a TV series. Just from the setting and the period of time it was set in (New Orleans in the 1920s); you could do so much with the story considering that as well as introduce the culture of that time and place to those not familiar with them. Disney could also cookbooks in a way that they were written by Tiana to teach little ones how to cook wonderfully as she does. Or if The Lion King could have a musical, why not this movie? There’s a whole lot they could think of for Princess and the Frog, but they’re doing not much with it.

Tangled: See, I like the idea of it getting a TV show; I’m just wondering how they’re going to continue the story, since how it’s been left off with Tangled Ever After, it seems to have approached its happily ever after status. Though I think any continuation Tangled would work best in the form of animated shorts. This is also another movie suited to something like a musical.

Wreck-it Ralph: Okay. This is gonna be a whole lot. Because first off, this movie roots itself in the medium of video games. Already it’s opening itself to multiple possibilities. I mean, Ralph already made a cameo in a Sonic racing game and the Fix-it Felix game is already a thing (on portable devices, I believe); what’s to say there can’t be an actual Sugar Rush? Really, this is the video game medium; you’ve got plenty to work from. Regarding its possible sequel, again, there’s loads to explore in video game lore. They’ve so far only shown an arcade setting, but what if you went beyond that and looked into consoles and online gaming? And this is more of a personal thing, but I sort of want choose your own adventure books, Wreck-it Ralph style. “Can you survive 20 different endings of game jumping without meeting a grim end?” Really, the medium it places itself upon can be adapted in so many ways. I’ll leave you to think of more of them.

Frozen: And here we go. Okay, a sequel movie sounds okay. But I think Frozen works better as a series of shorts. To be very honest, there’s not much to go from outside the main characters since the worldbuilding with this movie kinda fell flat. It’d be nice if you could expand more on why the trolls should have a more important role or what Arendelle is like outside the snowy visage of the first movie. And to be honest, it’s not the two sisters who you can do a lot of characterization with. I think of Kristoff who deserves a little more work with his character. And Hans as well, I guess (but wasn’t there a book that recently came out that did a bit of that?) Really, if they spent more effort going into worldbuilding than making the songs as catchy as possible, you could do a lot more with Frozen.

Big Hero 6: Here’s another one very much open to building a bigger continuity to it. First of all, it’s a superhero-type story. Look at DC and Marvel. Look how many mediums they’ve adapted their superheroes to (video games, movies, TV series, and everything inbetween). And look at Big Hero 6. Why it’s not getting a TV show (when Disney has Marvel cartoons airing pretty often on here), book series (choose your own adventure stuff probably really suits it too, among other things; why can’t we have a book series based on this movie that’ll go for as long as series like Goosebumps or Nancy Drew?), or a sequel at that–when it definitely should. While it hasn’t been completely forgotten, it could and really, really, really should get better treatment. Disney, you technically own Marvel, so you know how vast your possible range is with BH6. And the biggest one for me, and I really want to see this, is that this world gets enough work put into it that there’ll be an entire multiverse dedicated to it. I think at this point, Wreck-it Ralph and Big Hero 6 tie for which movies can possibly spawn really big franchises.

Zootopia: Just because I can, why not include upcoming movies? Already from this I’m getting a lot of Looney Tunes vibes. So yeah, a TV series or some animated shorts with these characters would sound nice. But if the world itself is presented so interestingly that it lends more continuity to it, I’m all up for it.

Moana: Already I’m thinking they need to follow up on this once they release it because you’ve got a fascinating setting and culture with the premise of this movie. Disney can definitely do a whole lot with this.

He's Persistent (Punk Series)

Niall:
Once again you were at the same restaurant getting more food, and what a coincidence, once again he was here. He seemed to notice you almost as soon as you walked through the door. He gets up, making his way over to you.
“Nice seeing you here again,” He says as he gets closer.
“Do you live in this restaurant or something?” You ask, shocked that each time you had shown up, he’d been there too.
“I could say the same for you,” He replies. You shrug, “So,” He starts, “Do you wanna go on a date?”
“Didn’t you ask me that last time I was here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, but I figured maybe you had a change in mind.”
You shake your head as a smirk appears on your face, “You’re not going to leave me alone until I say yes are you?” He bites his bottom lip and lightly shakes his head. “Okay,” You agree. You hand him your phone, “Put your number in it,” You say. He does the same to you. He takes a minute to type in his contact, a huge smile on his face as he hands you your phone back while you do the same. You look at his contact in your phone noticing he put his name as ‘Your Niall ;)’

Liam:
“Y/N come on!” Your mom shouts. You and her were supposed to be attending dinner at your mom’s boss’ house. You knew his son would be there too which is exactly why you didn’t want to go. You rush down stairs, not wearing anything fancy, just a pair of pink skinny jeans with a white, flowy top.
Once you get to his house you all eat dinner, which is surprisingly good. Better than you’d expected it to be, knowing that Liam had made it.
“I’ll wash the dishes,” Liam says once we’re all finished.
“Y/N why don’t you help him?” You mom says, and you know she’s not really asking a question, she’s demanding it. You sigh before walking over to where Liam is, already scrubbing the left over sauce from the previous meal.
“You don’t talk much,” He says after a good five seconds of silence.
“I only talk to people I like,” You comment rudely.
He sighs, “Do you really not like me because of how I look?” He asks, his tone has a hint of sadness in it.
Now that you were actually hearing it, it did sound rather mean. You had been told not to judge by looks, but by personality. “I’m sorry,” You huff, “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
“It’s okay. Maybe we can start over,” He dries his hand and then reaches out for yours, “I’m Liam and you are….”
“Y/N,” You say, a small smile on your face.
“Well Y/N would you like to accompany me on a date this Friday night?” He asks with hopeful eyes.
You nod, smiling, “A date it is.”

Harry:
“Need help?” A familiar voice asks. You turn around seeing Harry there again.
“Yes please,” You say blushing. You were in the library and the book you wanted to get was on the top shelf. You, being the short person you are, couldn’t reach it, not even on your tip toes. Harry easily grabs the book handing it to you.
“Thank you,” You begin to walk away, but Harry stops you, grabbing your wrist before you can get any further.
“I don’t think that’s a proper way to thank me,” He says, resting his hand on your waist, the other brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“W-what?” You stutter out, confused about what he means, “How?”
“Go on a date with me?” He asks.
“O-okay,” You say slowly, still unsure of yourself.
“Good. Meet me here tonight at eight,” He says. He kisses your cheek, his hand removing itself from your waist. He walks away with a large smile on his face.

Louis:
You were going to the movies today, but this time at a different theater, so there was no way you were going to run into that guy again. You enjoyed the movie very much as it was nice and quiet in, but on your way out a guy thinks it’s a smart idea to pinch your bum.
“Watch it jerk!” You shout, turning around to face the guilty suspect.
The boy fake pouts, “Aw, babe, don’t be like that,” His lays his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You try to stop him, but he’s much stronger than you.
“Get off creep!” You say. You push against his chest.
“Make me,” He says, chuckling darkly.
“I believe the lady said let go,” A somewhat familiar voice says.
“I’m sorry, mate, I didn’t know she was yours,” Luckily the guy releases you, walking off.
“Yeah she’s mine,” The not-so-much stranger says. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, “So, when is our first date?” He asks, smiling down at you.
“I guess you could take me out,” You say, breathing heavily.

Zayn:
You walk around the park, camera in your hand. You were really into photography, having a burning passion for it, so why not take nature shots in the park? You were about to take a picture of a butterfly, when some boy scared it away.
“Great,” You mutter to yourself.
He looks at you before smiling. It’s that same guy from the club. The same guy from the art museum. The same guy who you believe is stalking you.
“Coincidence seeing you here huh?” He asks walking toward you.
You roll your eyes, “Will you please stop following me around?” You ask annoyed. Just before he speaks the exact same butterfly you’d seen before landed on his hair. “Wait! Don’t move!” You tell the boy, quickly snapping the picture before the butterfly can fly away.
You look at the picture, laughing when you notice the boy is making a funny face. He looks over your shoulder at the picture smiling at his silly expression.
“So does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” He asks.
“What does any of this have to do with a date?” You ask him, curiously.
“It doesn’t. I just figured sense I helped you with whatever just happened, we could go on a date,” He speaks.
“Your logic makes no sense, but I guess sensed you helped me….” You trail off.

Saviour (Part 1 Newt Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this taking details from both The Scorch Trails movie and book (ex: the events’ follow the movie but like, the Cranks’ll be like the ones from the book). There’ll be a second part to this imagine, but it’s gonna be kind of “events written a-la-me” (basically I’ll have a go at writing what I think’ll happen in The Death Cure movie plus the events that happen in the imagine itself). I guess you’ll see what I mean :P FAIR WARNING, IT’S A LONG ONE. Enjoy!

You had just barely escaped WICKED for a second time, running out into the deserted wasteland known as the Scorch alongside a couple of your friends from the Glade, as well as some guy you had been introduced to as Aris. You were laying flat on your stomach in the sand between Teresa and Winston. “Okay guys, come on! Stay low!” You heard Thomas whisper urgently, as he gestured to followed him.

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Call of Duty

Requested: Yes

Request: Can I have a request where you and Michael are secretly dating but the guys walk in on you being really cute whilst playing a video game and they suspect that your dating please. Message me when it’s done so I can read it please thank you! ❤️ - @dibs-on-mikey

Word Count: 1,735

Warnings: A few curse words

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I hope that this is what you wanted. It was a cute request, so it was fun to write! :) And the ending is kinda cheesy (actually, all of it is kind of cheesy), but it’s just really fluffy and cute! Let me know what you think, and feel free to request more.
*Also, I made a reference to part of your blog (you’ll see it once you read it) and I didn’t even realize it until after I wrote this! Haha.


Dating Michael was always an adventure. He would always try to make you happy, and he’d even play you the songs that he and the others had been working on. Some days, though, it was all too much.

Michael was happy; therefore, you were happy, too. But the paparazzi would follow you wherever you went, except for when Michael would come pick you up to take you to a diner at 3 in the morning. So you two never went out alone, and quite honestly, you almost never went out with any of the guys, because of the paparazzi and the accusations people would send your way, just for hanging out with the guys, was a lot for you to take in. On top of that, spending time with the boys was always a pleasure, but sometimes you just needed one-on-one time with your boyfriend.

The real problem with having the boys with you was that you couldn’t kiss Michael, and you couldn’t hold his hand. You two could still cuddle, seeing as how the band has always been really cuddly. But, truth be told, you and Michael had kept your relationship a secret. The fans didn’t know, none of your friends knew, and neither did the boys. Some select people in both of your families knew, but that was it. The hate, the rumors, and the questions would be a lot to handle, and although you would most definitely take it if it was the only way you could date Michael, it was easier this way.

Besides, keeping your relationship hidden wasn’t too bad. And even when you were worried about people finding out, the adrenaline you’d get when Michael grabbed onto your hand or kissed you, even if it was just on the forehead, excited you. You felt rebellious, so sneaking around was actually kind of fun.

On this Saturday night, you were staying over at Michael and Luke’s place. Luke and the rest of the guys had gone out clubbing, but you feigned tiredness and Michael offered to stay with you. None of the other guys questioned it, knowing that Michael would much rather relax and play video games than party, so they hugged you both goodbye, wished for you to feel better, and left.

You stayed lying on the couch as Michael looked out the window, watching until the boys were completely out of his line of sight. Once the taxicab had driven away, Michael started walking over to you. You sat yourself up and Michael made himself comfortable on the cushion right next to you.

As he looked you lovingly in the eyes, you leaned in to kiss him. He lightly kissed you back and then pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“I’ve missed this,” he mumbled as you wrapped your arms around him. “I wish we could just relax at my place whenever we wanted. I love cuddling, and kissing your nose, and playing video games with you. I swear, those god damn boys…:”

You shook your head and just laughed at your boyfriend. “You know you love them! Besides, it’s not their fault they don’t know about us.”

“Yes, it is, because we can’t trust them to know.”

“I know. I know,” I sighed. “I guess I’m just worried. They’re gonna have to find out sometime, y’know? So I’m just trying to brace myself for when they do. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“One of them might slip up and tell the fans,” Michael pointed out. You just nodded in response, because you had been through this conversation more than once. “You know what?” he started. “This topic is for sometime in the future. Right now, let’s cuddle and play video games. Just you and me—no care in the world.”

You smiled at his suggestion and instantly stood up to go look through his video game pile. “What game?” you asked.

“Any game you want, babygirl.”

You knew he loved Call of Duty, so you picked it up, put it into the PlayStation, grabbed the controllers, and sat back down next to him. Once you gave him his controller, he turned it on, as well as the TV, and electronically set up the game.

You two spent a few hours just bickering back and forth, playing level after level. A couple of times you won, but he always just told you that he let you win, which you wouldn’t doubt, but you’d love to tease him about it anyway. Most of the time, though, he won.

You didn’t like losing. It wasn’t that you were a sore loser. You could admit when you lost, and you wouldn’t shove it in people’s faces when you won. You just couldn’t take that smirk that would plaster itself upon Michael’s face and the constant taunting he would give you. So you made a proposal during the hardest level yet. “How about after this level, we stop?” you suggested.

“Okay,” Michael agreed as he paused the game. “But if I win, I should get a prize.” You glared at him. “And if you somehow, against all odds, win, you’ll get a prize,” he teased.

“Oh, it’s on!” You both laughed in unison. “So if I win, we cuddle for the rest of the night, eat popcorn, and watch a movie. Well, I mean, until the boys should be on their way back.”

“That’s what I was gonna suggest!” Michael smiled. “I guess no contest, then?”

“Oh, did I forget to add?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “The last condition to my win—which will happen, mind you—is that we won’t have pizza.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” he responded with an appalled look on his face.

“Oh, yes, I would,” you challenged. This time you were the one who cocked your eyebrow, but yours wasn’t so much questioning, as it was daring. You leaned over to him and kissed him. Still upset with your proposal, he wouldn’t kiss you back, so you just pulled away, and smirked.

Now, it isn’t like you didn’t enjoy pizza. It’s just that you loved contests against Michael, and you loved seeing him when he was determined. It was super attractive, and just… funny.

“And if I win… All the same things will happen, except we’ll watch a movie of my choice, and no popcorn, with pizza,” he opposed.

“No tongue, with butt,” you blurt out, laughing at your own reference.

“You know what? Maybe this contest wasn’t such a good idea after all, love,” he said, lacing his words with feigned anger and hurt.

“Oh, c’mon, babe! Your first kiss story is hilarious. The fans don’t even know the half of it.” You were laughing even harder by this point.

“You can’t hold my first against me! This isn’t fair,” he whined.

“It’s because I care about you. You know that, right?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I guess. But, just to be sure… Come prove it to me.” He tried to say that with a straight face, but his smirk broke through.

You rolled your eyes, and leaned in to kiss him. After a minute, he pulled you onto his lap and rested his forehead against yours. “You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?’

“Why?”

“The fact that you really think you could win. There is no way I won’t be winning. When pizza is my motivator, I can get whatever the hell I want.” You just laughed at him before kissing him again. “But still… How about that last game? You still wanna play, even though we both know who’s gonna win?”

You lightly hit his chest and let a giggle escape your lips. Then you turned around so that your back was pressed into his stomach. “Don’t get too cocky, boyfriend. The tables could turn; you never know.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he replied sarcastically.

You turned the top half of your body around to look him in the eyes, and as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the front door opened and revealed Michael’s three bandmates staring at you two.

Your eyes went wide and you quickly grabbed your controller and pressed Play on it, instantly trying to submerge yourself in the video game.

At this point, the boys were all inside, and the front door was closed.

Michael grabbed his controller and just turned off the console. Not knowing what to do, you sat there, looking at the ground.

“It was just a joke, guys,” Michael tried to reason. “I told her that if I won the next level, she’d have to kiss me. I always win, though, so… Besides, it’s not like none of ya wouldn’t do it.”

“While that’s true,” Calum started, “she wouldn’t go through with it if it was me. And if she wouldn’t go through it when it came to me, she most definitely wouldn’t do it for the other two losers. So…”

“How long have you two been dating for?” Luke asked nonchalantly as Ashton walked over to the couch and sat down next to the two of you, expectantly.

“We aren’t…” you tried. “I mean, he’s… He’s Michael, y’know? I wouldn’t… I couldn’t…”

“Three months,” Michael admitted as shook his head at your desperate attempt to hide the truth.

“You owe me ten bucks, Calum,” Luke drunkenly yelled as Ashton giggled.

“Shut up, guys,” you exclaimed, hiding your head into Michael’s chest as you hugged onto him tightly.

“Yeah, don’t be dicks,” Michael said as he threw a pillow at Luke. “C’mon, babe,” Michael encouraged as he picked you up bridal style. Let’s lie down in my bed and watch a movie, yeah? We don’t have to have pizza, but I get to choose the movie.”

Gathering up the nerve to look around at the guys, you sighed. “Alright, sounds fun.”

“Good thing, too, baby. Because we’d be doing it anyway,” Michael laughed as he quickly pecked your lips and carried you to his room.

“Goodnight, ya lovebirds!” Ashton’s sing-song voice rang throughout the house, which was followed by accumulated laughter.

Although you were embarrassed, it felt good to get it off your chest and share it with the boys. They may not be the most trustworthy, and you knew that both you and Michael would get teased, extensively. But at this point, you didn’t really care. You were just glad that you didn’t have to hide your relationship with Michael from the boys anymore.