i think this is the first movie i saw in theaters

Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?

So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me. 

Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:

“She’s by herself!”

Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology. 

I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.

I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.

So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.

While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater. 

Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.

Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.

Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate. 

Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.

During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”

But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.

Okay so seeing Wonder Woman was literally eye-opening for me. I always knew that movies, action movies in particular, are really sexist towards women. I just didn’t realize how bad it was until I saw a superhero movie directed by a woman.

In almost every movie I’ve seen, the woman was always the damsel in distress or just some lousy love interest. And in action movies, mainly superhero movies, the camera is always focused on the woman’s boobs while she’s fighting. Yes, I’m mainly talking about Black Widow in the Avengers movies.

But in Wonder Woman, there were no close-up shots of her boobs while she was fighting. In fact, I don’t think that any woman even showed her cleavage, at all. They weren’t sexualized in any way. 

And all of the women looked like real people. There were women with big muscles, women with scars, there were women with thick thighs and arms that would jiggle when they were fighting, there were dark skinned women. They didn’t just all look like the stereotypical super thin white girls that you usually see in big movies.

The flirting was also very minimal. There were almost no romantic scenes at all.

And none of the men tried to undermine or belittle the women, and when they did Diana would just start talking about how she could do things better than them.

And the fight scenes. They were so amazing. They didn’t try to make the women look super pretty while doing it. No, they were full on fighting. Nasty, brutal, screams-of-pure-rage fighting.

But she always had a reason for fighting, and she always did it because she genuinely believes in hope and peace and protecting innocent people and people who can’t fight for themselves.

This movie sends out so many great messages for little girls, saying that you can fight for what you believe in and even if you don’t succeed the first time, not to give up because it is always worth it in the end.

Like I was thinking about it in the movie theater. For some little girls, Wonder Woman is their first superhero. There are little girls who will grow up with this movie and cherish it because it is the first and only movie with a lead female superhero. There are little girls who will grow up thinking that they want to do some good in this world, just like she did. I almost cried during several parts in the movie just thinking about that.

So please, for the love of all things good, please go see this movie. Not only is it a huge deal for women and girls now, it will be for generations to come. 

Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...
  • Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
  • He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
  • Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
  • There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
  • And Lin would be so proud of this
  • Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
  • He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
  • And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
  • He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
  • On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
  • Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
  • He can’t help it
  • But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
  • “I am woman hear me roar!”
    “Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
    “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.”
    “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
  • And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
  • Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
  • Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
  • Tobillo basically being your best friend
  • That dog follows you wherever you go
  • Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
  • The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
  • Especially Phillipa
  • That girl loved you as if you were her own
  • And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
  • Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
  • And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
  • You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
  • Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
  • The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
  • Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
  • The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
  • Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
  • You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
  • Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
  • Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
  • Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
  • And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
  • But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
  • The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
  • He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
  • I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
  • And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
  • “Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.”
    “It’s called coffee, bebé.”
    “Can I try some?”
    “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.”
    “Please, papi.”
    “Oh alright.”
  • Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
  • Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
  • But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
  • Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
  • By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
  • Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
  • Family trips to Disney World and Land
  • Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
  • “You know I was a teacher.”
  • Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
  • “Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
  • Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
  • “And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!”
    “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
  • Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
  • Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
  • But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
  • “Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
  • And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
  • He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
  • Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
  • “Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“
    “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
  • Being very close with your grandparents
  • Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
  • Your grandma would spoil you tbh
  • Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
  • Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect. 
  • Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
  • “You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!”
    “Papi-“
    “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.”
    “Thank you abuelo.”
  • And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
  • When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
  • He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
  • “Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“
    “Y/n.”
    “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
  • Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
  • Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
  • But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
  • Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
  • When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
  • You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
  • He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
  • But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
  • And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
  • Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
  • Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home. 
  • And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
  • And he would cry. A lot.
  • But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
  • “Go Y/n!”
  • His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
  • After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
  • “You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
  • You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
  • Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
  • Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

Hair, Sex, and Make-up

Being the youngest hair and makeup artist for the idol boy group BTS was your dream. Since you finally got to achieve it things were great and although it was hard being the youngest on the crew you knew that they loved you. You became close to the boys, but more so to Jungkook since you were the same age. However it seemed like things were going to change.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k


Originally posted by officialwookkibby



“Yah, ___. Can you grab my makeup bag for me?”

“Yes, unnie.” You frowned in concentration and looked at Yoongi apologetically before running across the room and grabbing the forgotten make-up bag. Being the youngest hair and makeup stylist for the idol group BTS had it’s ups and downs. The boys loved you and you were close to many of them but the older girls bossed you around a lot.

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Tasty* ~ [1/2]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her.
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff/Mild smut
Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language!
Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx

    “Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.

    Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.

    “What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.

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    Preference: What They Secretly Love That You Do.

    Darry:

    Darry loves when you’ll play with his hair. When you two are in front of the gang it’ll just be you lightly playing with the hairs at the back of his neck but when you two are alone or simply just in front of his brothers you’ll run your fingers through his hair and just move them gently. He’ll complain at first but it’s half hearted because it really does calm him down.

    It was almost midnight on a Saturday Ponyboy and Sodapop had just gone off to bed but you and Darry were still sitting on the couch, to comfy to move. Your legs were over Darry’s lap and your body was pressed against his. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back against the back of the couch but your eyes stayed open as you watched him. You moved your arm up slowly so you could begin running your fingers absently through your boyfriends hair. You saw the faint glimmer of a smile cross Darry’s lips as you did so and you watched his worries slowly relax off of him.

    Sodapop:
    Sodapop loves when you drag him along to see ‘girly movies’. He’ll complain about the whole way to the theater but the second you’re watching it he gets almost more into it than you do.

    You were sitting at the drive-in theater with Sodapop’s arm around you as you waited for the movie to start. They were doing a special showing of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and you had been excited all week since you convinced Sodapop to take you. Now that you were there sitting and waiting he was sulking to himself.

    “This is stupid. Can’t we just go back to my house and see what’s on? Or we could go to the regular theater in town. I think there was a movie there that you would like.”

    You turn and give him a look. “Stop pouting and just enjoy the movie okay?”

    Sodapop just sighed and put his arm around you. The movie soon started up and Sodapop was immediately captivated. He was so into the movie that he wouldn’t even turn his head away from the screen at your many attempts to kiss him. When the movie finally came to the end you couldn’t help but laugh as Soda looked over at you.

    “Don’t you dare tell the others about this.”

    “Yes, m’am.” You laughed causing him to nudge you playfully before leaning in to finally give you a kiss.

    Ponyboy:
    Ponyboy loves when you take his sweatshirt. He’ll whine that now he’ll be cold now but he really doesn’t care. He just loves being able to look over at you with his hoodie on.

    You were all sitting at the drive in seats. The movie was about halfway through and you couldn’t stop shivering. Your head was resting on Ponyboy’s shoulder and you looked up at him. “I’m cold.”

    “You knew we were coming here. You should brought a jacket.” He said and you continued to stare at him so he sighed and sat up so he could take off his sweatshirt and give it to you. You put it on with a grin and leaned back into his arms.

    “Jeez, Y/N, now I’m freezing.” he groaned and so you leaned up to kiss his cheek before turning back to the screen. Once you were looking away he looked down at you and smiled.

    Two-Bit:
    Two-Bit loves when you’ll get him to dance with you. Sometimes you do it seriously and try to get him to slow dance, other times you’re just messing around to whatever comes on the radio but he loves using you as his excuse to get up and dance to his favorite songs.

    Two-Bit and you were sitting on the back of his car, the radio could be heard faintly through the cars open windows. The two of you had been silent, holding hands and just drinking some beer when a song you recognized came on. You smiled softly and looked up at him before standing and tugging his hand.

    “Dance with me.” You said.

    “Come on, baby, I don’t dance.” He replied and didn’t budge.

    “Please,” You begged gently with another small tug at his arm and he relented easily and stood. You pulled Two-Bit close to you and made him sway back and forth with you. He complied until the song started coming to an end and he began lifting you off the ground spinning you, causing you to erupt in a fit of laughter. After he put you down again you persuaded him to dance for a couple more songs.

    Dally:
    Dally loves when you take his hand to hold. He never went to take it on his own as it would look more his style to have an arm around your shoulders but he did love when you would take his hand in your own. He loved the feeling and though he would never outright admit it you always knew by the way he would squeeze your hand lightly every once in a while or kiss your knuckles when the gang wasn’t looking.

    Dally and you were trailing behind the rest of the group as you all walked down the sidewalk into town. He had just lit a cigarette and once one of his hands was free you carefully thread your fingers together and he squeezed your hand gently. Once you all had arrived at where you were going you moved to pull your hand away so his friends wouldn’t tease him but as you did his hold tightened and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you felt his them gently moving to stroke your hand. Two-Bit went to say something but with a glare from Dally he shut his mouth quickly. He didn’t let go of your hand once for the rest of the night.

    Steve:
    Steve loves when you take care of him after a fight or a rumble. He does love to show off his injuries like they were trophies but while he would never admit it to you there was something nice about you fussing over him and making sure he wasn’t hurt to bad.

    Steve was laying on the couch at the Curtis house as you gently held a cloth to his bleeding lip. You sighed in frustration however at the fact that he kept talking.
    “What are you doing that for, Y/N. Let it be I want people to see how tough I am.” He grinned and you just shook your head.

    “Steve, don’t be so stubborn and let me help you. I hate it enough when you go out and fight the least you can do is let me make sure you’re all right after.” You frown.

    “Alright fine,” he said begrudgingly. “But only for you, babe.”

    You nod and press the cloth to his lip again and his eyes close. You place your free hand on his cheek to stroke it comfortingly and you can’t help bit feel happy as you see him lean into the touch.

    Johnny:
    Johnny loves when you get all clingy on him. Whether it’s in private and you have his arms wrapped around his neck as you lay as close as possible or whether it’s in front of the gang sitting on his lap with your head resting on his shoulder Johnny lives for these moments.

    You were asleep in your room when you heard someone come through the window. You weren’t to worried as you knew it was your boyfriend Johnny. You always left it open a crack for him. Johnny carefully crawled into bed beside you and immediately your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist to hold him close. As he spoke you pressed a few gentle kisses to his jawline and down his neck.

    “Hey, love..” he whispered softly and you just hugged him tighter. You felt his hand run gently up and down your back and soon you felt Johnny relaxing into your embrace.

    Full Esquire Interview - CHRIS EVANS IS READY TO FIGHT

    “HIS SUCCESS AS CAPTAIN AMERICA HAS MADE CHRIS EVANS ONE OF HOLLYWOOD’S SURE THINGS, WHICH MEANS HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH HIS FREE TIME. SO WHY JUMP OUT OF AIRPLANES AND GET INTO IT WITH DAVID DUKE?

    BY MAXIMILLIAN POTTERMAR 15, 2017


    The Canadian commandos are the first to jump. Our plane reaches an altitude of about eight thousand feet; the back door opens. Although it’s a warm winter day below in rural southern California, up here, not so much. In whooshes freezing air and the cold reality that this is actually happening. Out drop the eight commandos, all in black-and-red camouflage, one after the other. For them it’s a training exercise, and Jesus, these crazy bastards are stoked. The last Canuck to exit into the nothingness is a freakishly tall stud with a crew cut and a handlebar mustache; just before he leaps, he flashes a smile our way. Yeah, yeah, we get it: You’re a badass.

    Moments later, the plane’s at ten thousand feet, and the next to go are a Middle Eastern couple in their late thirties. These two can’t wait. They are ecstatic. Skydiving is clearly a thing for them. Why? I can’t help thinking. Is it like foreplay? Do they rush off to the car after landing and get it on in the parking lot? They give us the thumbs-up and they’re gone.

    Just like that, we’re at 12,500 feet and it’s our turn. Me and Chris Evans, recognized throughout the universe as the star of the Marvel-comic-book-inspired Captain America and Avengers movies. The five films in the series, which began in 2011 with Captain America: The First Avenger, have grossed more than $4 billion.

    The two of us, plus four crew members, are the only ones left in the back of the plane. Over the loud drone of the twin propellers, one of the crew members shouts, "Okay, who’s going first?”

    Evans and I are seated on benches opposite each other. Neither of us answers. I look at him; he looks at me. I feel like I’ve swallowed a live rat. Evans is over there, all Captain America cool, smiling away.

    While we were waiting to board the plane, Evans told me that as he lay in bed the night before, “I started exploring the sensation of ‘What if the chute doesn’t open?’. . .”

    Oh, did you now?

    “. . .Those last minutes where you know.” As in you know you’re going to fatally splat. “You’re not gonna pass out; you’re gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I fucking hope it would be quick. And then I was like, if you’re gonna do it, let’s just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto.” Evans also shared that he’d looked up the rate of skydiving fatalities. “It’s, like, 0.006 fatalities per one thousand jumps. So I figure our odds are pretty good.”

    Again the crew member shouts, “Who’s going first?”

    Again I look at Evans; again he looks at me. The rat is running circles in my belly.

    I look at Evans; he looks at me.

    Another crew member asks, “So whose idea was this, anyway?”


    That’s an excellent question.

    I ask Evans the same thing when we first meet, the evening before our jump, at his house. He lives atop the Hollywood Hills, in a modern-contemporary ranch in the center of a Japanese-style garden. The place has the vibe of an L.A. meditation retreat—there’s even a little Buddha statue on the front step.

    The dude who opens the front door is in jeans, a T-shirt, and Nikes; he has on a black ball cap with the NASA logo, and his beard is substantial enough that for a second it’s hard to be sure this is the same guy who plays the baby-faced superhero. Our handshake in the doorway is interrupted when his dog rockets toward my crotch. Evans is sorry about that.

    We do the small-talk thing. Evans is from a suburb of Boston, one of four kids raised by Dad, a dentist, and Mom, who ran a community theater. The point is, he’s a Patriots fan, and with Super Bowl LI, between the Pats and the Falcons, just a few days away at the time, it’s about the only thing on his mind. You bet your Sam Adams–guzzling ass he’s going to the game in Houston. “Oh my God,” he says, doing a little dance. “I can’t believe it’s this weekend.”

    Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.

    Evans won’t be rolling to SB LI with a posse of Beantown-to-Hollywood A-listers like Mark Wahlberg, Matt Damon, and Ben Affleck. For the record, he’s never met Damon, and his only interaction with Wahlberg was a couple years ago at a Patriots event. Evans has, however, humiliated himself in front of Affleck.

    Around 2006, Evans met with Affleck to talk about Gone Baby Gone, which Affleck was directing. Evans was walking down a hallway, looking for the room where they were supposed to meet. Walking by an open office, he heard Affleck, in that thick Boston accent of his, shout, “There he is!” (Evans does a perfect Affleck impersonation.)

    By then, Evans had hit the big time for his turn as the Human Torch, Johnny Storm, in 2005’s Fantastic Four, but he still got starstruck. As he tells it, “First thing I say to him: 'Am I going to be okay where I parked?’ He was like, 'Where did you park?’ I said, 'At a meter.’ And he was like, 'Did you put money in the meter?’ And I said, 'Yep.’ And he says, 'Well, I think you’ll be okay.’ I was like, this is off to a great fucking start.” Stating the obvious here: Evans did not get the part.

    No, Evans will be heading to the Super Bowl with his brother and three of his closest buddies. Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell for imposing that suspension on Tom Brady for Deflategate. Grabbing two beers from a fridge that’s otherwise basically empty, Evans says, “I just want to see Goodell hand the trophy to Brady. Goodell. Piece of shit.”

    In Evans’s living room, there’s not a single hint of his Captain Americaness. Earth tones, tables that appear to be made of reclaimed wood. Open. Uncluttered. Glass doors open onto a backyard with a stunning view of the Hills. Evans stretches out on one of two couches. I take the other and ask, “Just whose idea was it to jump?” Since we both know whose idea it wasn’t, we both know that what I’m really asking is Why? Why, dude, do you want to jump (with me) from a goddamn airplane? “Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

    Settling in on the couch, he groans. Evans explains that he’s hurting all over because he just started his workout routine the day before to get in shape for the next two Captain America films. The movies will be shot back to back beginning in April. After that, no more red- white-and-blue costume for the thirty-five-year-old. He will have fulfilled his contract.

    “Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

    Back in 2010, Marvel presented Evans with a nine-picture deal. He insisted he’d sign on for no more than six. Some family members thought he was nuts to dial back such a secure and lucrative gig. Evans saw it differently.

    It takes five months to shoot a Marvel movie, and when you tack on the promotional obligations for each one, well, shit, man. Evans knew that for as long as he was bound to Captain America, he would have little time to take on other projects. He wanted to direct, he wanted to play other characters—roles that were more human—like the lead in Gifted, which will hit theaters this month. The script had brought him to tears. Evans managed to squeeze the movie in between Captain America and Avengers films.

    FOX Searchlight

    In Gifted, Evans stars as Frank Adler. You don’t get much more human than Adler, a grease-under-his-nails boat-engine mechanic living the bachelor life in Florida. After a series of tragic circumstances, Adler becomes a surrogate father to his niece, Mary, a first-grader with the IQ of Einstein. He recognizes that Mary is a little genius, and he does his best to prevent anyone else from noticing. Given the aforementioned circumstances, Adler has witnessed what can happen when a kid with a brilliant mind is pushed too hard too quickly. Then along comes Mary’s teacher. She discovers the child’s gift, and a Kramer vs. Kramer–esque drama ensues.

    During a moment in the film when things aren’t going Adler’s way, he sarcastically refers to himself as a “fucking hero.” Evans says the line didn’t lead him to make comparisons between superhero Steve Rogers (aka Captain America) and Everyman hero Frank Adler. But now that you mention it . . . 

    “With Steve Rogers,” Evans says, “even though you’re on a giant movie with a huge budget and strange costumes, you’re still on a hunt for the truth of the character.” That said, “with Adler, it’s nice to play someone relatable. I think Julianne Moore said, 'The audience doesn’t come to see you; they come to see themselves.’ Adler is someone you can hold up as a mirror for someone in the audience. They’ll be able to far more easily identify with Frank Adler than Steve Rogers.”

    Dodger. That’s the name of Evans’s dog, the one who headbutted my nuts and has since done a marvelous job of making amends by nuzzling against me on the couch. Evans got him while he was filming Gifted; one of the last scenes was shot in an animal shelter in Georgia. Evans had wanted a dog ever since his last pooch died in 2012. Then he found himself walking the aisles of this pound, and there was this mixed-breed boxer, wagging his tail and looking like he belonged with Evans.

    Dodger is not exactly a name you’d think a die-hard Boston sports fan would pick. His boys from back home have given him a ton of shit over it. But he has not abandoned his Red Sox for the L.A. team. As a kid, he loved the Disney animated movie Oliver & Company, and his favorite character was Dodger. Anticipating the grief he was going to get from his pals, Evans considered other names. “You could name your dog Doorknob,” he says, “and in a month he’s fucking Doorknob.” Evans’s mom convinced him to go with his gut.

    Right around when Evans was wrapping Gifted and heading back to L.A. with Dodger, the 2016 presidential campaign was still in that phase when no one, including the actor—a Hillary Clinton supporter—thought Trump had a shot. He still can’t believe Trump won.

    “I feel rage,” he says. “I feel fury. It’s unbelievable. People were just so desperate to hear someone say that someone is to blame. They were just so happy to hear that someone was angry. Hear someone say that Washington sucks. They just want something new without actually understanding. I mean, guys like Steve Bannon—Steve Bannon!—this man has no place in politics.”

    Evans has made, and continues to make, his political views known on Twitter. He tweeted that Trump ought to “stop energizing lies,” and he recently ended up in a heated Twitter debate with former KKK leader David Duke over Trump’s pick of Jeff Sessions for attorney general. Duke baselessly accused Evans of being anti-Semitic; Evans encouraged Duke to try love: “It’s stronger than hate. It unites us. I promise it’s in you under the anger and fear.” Making political statements and engaging in such public exchanges is a rather risky thing for the star of Captain America to do. Yes, advisors have said as much to him. “Look, I’m in a business where you’ve got to sell tickets,” he says. “But, my God, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror if I felt strongly about something and didn’t speak up. I think it’s about how you speak up. We’re allowed to disagree. If I state my case and people don’t want to go see my movies as a result, I’m okay with that.”

    Trump. Bannon. Politics. Now Evans is animated. He gets off the couch, walks out onto his porch, and lights a cigarette. “Some people say, 'Don’t you see what’s happening? It’s time to yell,' ” Evans says. “Yeah, I see it, and it’s time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can’t lose your credibility with. If you’re trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise.”


    Evans has a pretty remarkable “How I got to Hollywood” story.

    During his junior year of high school, he knew he wanted to act. He was doing it a lot. In school. At his mom’s theater. He loved it. “When you’re doing a play at thirteen years old and have opening night? None of my friends had opening nights. 'I can’t have a sleepover, guys; I have an opening night tonight.' ”

    That same year, he did a two-man play. For all of the twenty-plus plays Evans had done up to that point, preparation meant going home, memorizing lines, and doing a few run-throughs with the cast. However, for this play, Fallen Star, he and his costar would rehearse by running dialogue with each other. Hour upon hour, night after night.

    Fallen Star is about two friends, one of whom has just died. As the play opens, one of the characters comes home after the funeral to find his dead friend’s ghost. Evans was the ghost. Waiting backstage on opening night, he knew he didn’t have every line memorized, but he had the essence and emotion of the play down. Onstage, he remembers, “I was saying the lines not because they were memorized but because the play was in me. I was believing what I was saying.”

    He was hooked. He wanted to do more of this kind of acting—real acting. He wanted to do films, in which the camera was right on him and he could just be the character, rather than theater, in which an actor must perform to the back of the room.

    A family friend who was a television actor advised Evans that if he wanted to go to Hollywood, he needed an agent. Toward the end of his junior year, he had a ballsy request for his parents: If he found an internship with a casting agent in New York City, would they allow him to live there and cover the rent? They agreed. Evans landed a gig with Bonnie Finnegan, who was then working on the television show Spin City.

    “I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

    Evans chose to intern with a casting agent because he figured he had more of a chance to interact with other agents trying to get auditions for their clients.

    The kid was sixteen years old.

    Finnegan put Evans on the phone; his responsibilities included setting up appointments for auditions. By the end of the summer, he picked the three agents he had the best rapport with and asked each of them to give him a five-minute audition. All three said yes. After seeing his audition, all three were interested.

    Evans went with the one Finnegan recommended, Bret Adams, who told Evans to return to New York for auditions in January, television pilot season. Back home, Evans doubled up on a few classes the first semester of his senior year, graduated early, and went back to New York in January. He got the same shithole apartment in Brooklyn and the same internship with Finnegan. He landed a part on the pilot Opposite Sex. Even better, the show got picked up and would start shooting in L.A. that fall.

    “I know I’m going to L.A. in August,” Evans says, recalling that period. “So I go home and that spring I would wake up around noon, saunter into high school just to see my buddies, and we’d go get high in the parking lot. I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

    He wasn’t in L.A. for even a month when he got a call from home. His parents were divorcing. Evans never saw it coming.

    Family and love and the struggles therein are part of what attracted Evans to Gifted.

    “In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds,” he says. “I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.”


    the plane, a decision is made.

    “I want to see you jump first,” Evans shouts my way.

    Of course he does.

    Like any respectable and legal skydiving center, Skydive Perris, which is providing us with this “experience,” doesn’t just strap a chute on your back. First, you go to a room for a period of instruction. Then you go to another room, where you sign away your rights.

    You may be wondering how the star of a billion-dollar franchise with two pictures to shoot gets clearance to jump from an airplane—never mind the low rate of fatalities, as Evans has presented it. So am I.

    “Well, they give you all these crazy insurance policies, but even if I die, what are they going to do? Sue my family? They’d probably cast some new guy at a cheaper price and save some money.”

    Thinking the answer is almost certainly going to be no, I ask Evans if he’s ever gone skydiving before. Turns out he has, with an ex-girlfriend. Turns out that ex-girlfriend is now married to Justin Timberlake. Evans and Jessica Biel dated off and on from 2001 to 2006. They took the leap together when Biel hatched the idea for one Valentine’s Day. According to media accounts, Evans was recently dating his Gifted costar Jenny Slate, who plays the teacher. “Yeah,” he says, “but I’m steering clear of those questions.” You can almost feel his heart pinch.

    “There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around.”

    We end up broadly discussing the unique challenges an international star like Evans faces when it comes to dating, specifically the trust factor. Evans supposes that’s why so many actors date other actors: “There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around,” he says. “Letting someone go to work with someone for three months and they won’t see them. It really, it certainly puts the relationship to the test.”

    In Gifted, there’s a moment when Slate’s character asks Adler what his greatest fear is. Frank Adler’s greatest fear is that he’ll ruin his niece’s life. Evans’s greatest fear is having regrets.

    “Like always kind of wanting to be there as opposed to here. I think I’m worried all of a sudden I’ll get old and have regrets, realize that I’ve not cultivated enough of an appreciation for the now and surrendering to the present moment.”

    Evans’s musings have something to do with the fact that he has been reading The Surrender Experiment. “It’s about the basic notion that we are only in a good mood when things are going our way,” he says. “The truth is, life is going to unfold as it’s going to unfold regardless of your input. If you are an active participant in that awareness, life kind of washes over you, good or bad. You kind of become Teflon a little bit to the struggles that we self-inflict.”

    He continues: “Our conscious minds are very spread out. We worry about the past. We worry about the future. We label. And all of that stuff just makes us very separate. What I’m trying to do is just quiet it down. Put that brain down from time to time and hope those periods of quiet and stillness get longer. When you do that, what rises from the mist is a kind of surrendering. You’re more connected as opposed to being separate. A lot of the questions about destiny or fate or purpose or any of that stuff—it’s not like you get answers. You just realize you didn’t need the questions.”

    This here—this stuff about surrendering, letting life unfold, taking the leap—this is why he wanted to go skydiving. It’s why that sixteen-year-old took the leap and did the summer in New York; it’s why he took the leap and turned down the nine-picture deal; it’s why he got Dodger. Surrender. Take the leap.

    And so I go first.

    Oh, one important detail: Novice jumpers like Evans and me, we don’t jump solo. Thank God. Each of us is doing a tandem jump. Each of us is strapped with our back to a professional jumper’s front. I’m strapped to a forty-four-year-old dude named Paul. Considering what’s about to happen, I figure I should know a little something about Paul. He tells me he used to own a bar in Chicago. Evans is strapped to a young woman named Sam, who looks to be twenty-something. She’s got a purplish-pink streak in her black hair and says things like “badass.” In fact, Sam introduced herself  by saying, “I’m Sam, but you can call me Badass.”

    At the plane’s open door, my mind goes to my wife and two teenage sons, to those I love, and to the texts I just sent in case my chute fails. Then Paul and I—well, really mostly Paul—rock gently back and forth to build momentum to push away from the plane, to push away from all that seems sane.

    Three.

    Two.

    One.

    Holy fuck.

    HOLY FUCK. This is what I scream as we free-fall from 12,500 feet, at more than a hundred miles an hour, toward the earth. Which I cannot take my eyes off of. I think about nothing. Not living. Not dying. Nothing. I simply feel . . . I have let go.

    Suddenly, it all stops. I’m jerked up. Paul has pulled the chute, and it does indeed open. This is fantastic, because it means we have a much better chance of not dying. But it’s also kind of a bummer. I had let go. Of everything. I had chosen to play those odds Evans had talked about. I had embraced jumping and letting life unfold.

    Now I had been jerked back. I would land. Back on the earth I had been so high above and from which I had been so far removed. Back in all of it.

    Once I’m on the ground, safe and in one piece, a staffer runs over and asks how I feel. I say, “I feel like Captain America.”

    The staffer runs over and asks Evans the same question. He says he feels great. Then he’s asked another question: What was your favorite part?

    “Jumping out,” he says. “Jumping out is always a real thrill.”


    This article appears in the April '17 issue of Esquire.

    So I just wanted to tell my story about going to see HTTYD2 for the umpteenth time and finding out I picked “daycare day” at the movies.

    Okay so seeing HTTYD2 with a bunch of kids was actually really incredible. 

    So the theater is completely packed, and I end up at the end of a row of daycare kids, right?

    So we’re watching the movie, and I realize it’s enjoyable because these fresh faces are all laughing and experiencing the antics of dragon racing and seeing all these cool things for the first time, and it’s kind of fun to see a joke aimed for kids hit home with the kids - you’d hear the kids explode with laughter while the adults would just kind of chuckle inwardly. I don’t know, it was fun to experience it as a a child secondhand. 

    But I’ve seen HTTYD2 before, so I know what’s coming. 

    When the Bewilderbeast was killed, there was a little boy in my row who kind of whisper-asked if he was “really dead”.

    And the little boy right next to me said, “Probably not”.

    Probably not.”

    Now that stuck out to me because, on screen, it’s so obvious that the Bewilderbeast is dead, and you see all the characters react to it. 

    But this little 5-6 year old is viewing movies in a completely different way than I am. And it takes me a moment to realize that almost every movie this kid has probably ever been exposed to has been made “for kids” - which means that if there’s ever a “good” character that “dies”, they almost always come back through some miracle. Hence “Probably not.”

    This little kid was recognizing the trope used in films directed for his age group, and as a result, he wasn’t affected by the Bewilderbeast’s death. 

    Until the Bewilderbeast didn’t get up. 

    It was weird, you could actually feel it in the room when the kids began to realize that the Good Bewilderbeast not only didn’t win, but died. 

    And so, a few minutes later, you could hear a pin drop in the theater when Stoick was hit. 

    One little girl in my row laughed really hard at the sight - I guess the blue-green ice piled on Stoick seemed comical?

    But the minute Hiccup ran over and started pulling the ice off him, desperate and scared, the audience fell back into silence.

    Valka rushed over to him, and put her ear to his chest and-

    “Is he dead?”

    The same kid from before, but this time he sounded scared. 

    And the little boy next to me was far less certain when he said, “Probably not?”

    And so, we go to the funeral scene. Gobber begins his eulogy, and I hear kids begin to cry. We see the boat, and the draped body, and the helmet, and a kid asks “Is he sick?”

    And then the funeral pyre is lit, and the boat sails away, and I look around me and the kid next to me has tears streaming down his face, and the little girl who laughed is crying behind her hands. 

    Of course, moments after Hiccup’s monologue, we see them flying on the baby dragons, and the kids are quick to laugh and move on from the heaviness of what they just saw.

    And I realize that this is probably the first time that the majority of these kids have had to face death like this. In an animated movie with dragons and vikings, they expected a fairytale, and they got something much closer to reality. 

    And for ten minutes, a theater full of children faced reality with Fun-Dip and popcorn. And they cried. 

    Now I’ve read the article that claims HTTYD2 didn’t do as well in American theaters because parents warned other parents it “wasn’t for kids”, but I would argue that it was. Of course, I love the movie, so it’s for adults, too, but the target audience wasn’t me. 

    Parents argued that the Death theme was too much for a young audience (and I respect parents choosing to shield their kids from death for as long as possible), but I saw with my own eyes kids realize that death was a thing that happened to everyone, not just bad guys. And they mourned when a good character died. And I think that lesson is important for kids to have. 

    There were of course fantastic elements to HTTYD2, but those elements were part of a fantastic world that has always been anchored in reality. In the first film, Hiccup lost his leg because filmmakers decided it wasn’t believable that he went through that epic fight and came out unscathed. And so it was in HTTYD2.

    Good people went to war, and good people died. 

    And I think its a valuable lesson for children to have, especially delivered in animated form, when they can experience it with a kind of silver screen barrier between Death and themselves. 

    can I just Rant for a second here

    Spiderman: Homecoming is so redeeming for me. 

    A lot of people grew up on Captain America, or Iron Man. I was that little period in between that was a bit too late for Cap, and a bit too early for Tony. I grew up on Spiderman. I watched every show I could get my hands on, cartoons, kids shows, movies, I read comics. Spiderman was my superhero, especially when I was a preteen and I needed someone like that, someone who was like me. Spiderman was like me. He is the epitome of a teenager. I mean, you just have to look at his one-liners to see it. Things like that came out of me and my brother’s mouth daily, and then I see a hero doing the same thing. Spiderman was MY hero. 

    I’ve already told you I watched the movies. Tobey Macguire’s Spiderman first came out in 2002, I was too young to watch it. So I knew the comics, the cartoons, all of Peter’s origins and villains and backstory, before I watched his films. I’m going to preface this by saying I only watched half of the first one. But it was SO disappointing. 

    What makes Spiderman a hero, to me, is not his powers. Anyone could be mutated and decide, “hey, I’m going to deal with this” or “hey, I should get this checked out”. Peter didn’t do that, because he already wanted to be a hero. His powers didn’t make him a hero. He was a hero before. Spiderman is not about his powers. But that’s what 2002 Spiderman did. They took away Peter’s intelligence, made him little more than a comic relief. His intelligence is an integral part of Peter. He made his own webshooters, they aren’t a part of his powers. That, that right there shows you how much of a hero he is. Because yeah, he can climb on walls and use super strength, but when you think of Spiderman, you don’t think of those, you think of his webs. Those are his weapons, and they don’t hurt anyone, and I swear to god if that doesn’t show you how much Peter is a hero, you’re looking at him wrong. And so there’s no better way to show you how much 2002 messed up Spiderman than the fact that the webs are part of his powers, that he had them and didn’t make them. They took away his intelligence, his ingenuity, and that is what Peter IS. They turn him nothing more than ridiculous, and it was so crushing. 

    Originally posted by ellijahwood

    Peter is brilliant. He’s an amazing scientist, in the cartoons he often has internships as well as being a photographer, and he made his own webshooters. In CACW, Tony fucking Stark is impressed with the webshooters. He’s amazed, Tony Stark is amazed, at what Peter made. Peter works with a box of scraps and creates amazing things. He doesn’t fight with brute force, he strategizes, which is what makes the webs work for him as a weapon. 

    On another note, Andrew Garfield’s 2012 film I saw in theaters when it came out. I was just 13, and idolized Spiderman, because he was one of us. I was disappointed that he was not in highschool (and by this I mean, I understand that they claimed Peter and Gwen were in highschool, but I’m sorry, Andrew and Emma don’t pass off as highschoolers. If they were going to completely invalidate the identity like that, they should have just set it in college. I never was able to fully immerse myself in the story and believe that Peter was in highschool, and he had so much freetime that it was even more unbelievable that he was a highschooler), because to me the fact that Peter has to balance his classes, part-time job, and crimefighting just once again shows his absolute dedication and brilliance and is an incredibly important aspect of his character, but it was fine. The 2012 film was much better than the 2002 film, but I still disliked it; it left me unsatisfied. Peter’s character was more true to form, but the movie itself was done badly and, I felt, focused too much on a romance for an origin story that (spoiler alert!!) didn’t even pan out. I understand that the movie was simply a set up for a series (that didn’t even work out well), but it was still incredibly disheartening. Perhaps the worst part was the fact that he WASN’T a highschooler, because I felt like they were invalidating teenagers and an important part of my identity at the time. I think the fact that Peter is a teenager is incredibly influential over his entire character, and the way he fights and speaks.  But I was also incredibly disappointed that they didn’t even stay true to Peter’s origin story!! Who is the Lizard? Where was Harry? 

    Originally posted by arkinthecurious

    Back to Spiderman: Homecoming. I was so ecstatic when they included Spiderman in CACW. I was even more excited when they released who would be playing him. Finally, Peter is a teenager played by someone who can pass off as an actual teenager. Finally, he is back to his brilliant roots (”I can’t” “Why not?” “I have homework…”). It is so redeeming. Everything that was incredibly important to Peter’s character which has been taken away in the past is back. 

    Originally posted by amazingmotionpicture

    He’s an awkward teenager, but still incredibly brilliant. He has trouble with communication. Aunt May and school are important to him, just as important as saving people (Not the world. PEOPLE). He’s not afraid to stand up to someone, even if they’re someone he believes in and looks up to (examples: see CACW). He banters during fights but is still badass. He’s fascinated by things he doesn’t understand, willing to learn. He tries too hard. He is a teenager, in every sense of the word. 

    I’m most looking forward to Tony’s role in Homecoming. Because Peter is exactly like Tony. He is an innovator, an inventor. He’s brilliant, too brilliant for his own good, and has been alienated for it. He lost his parents young, but has a few good friends. And he believes in people. Like Tony, he doesn’t want to save the world. He just wants to save people. He believes that people are important. That’s why he’s a hero – that’s why Tony’s a hero. Neither one of them could give it up, because they can’t give up on people. They’ll fight for people, just as much as they’ll fight for what they believe in. There are so many parallels between them, and Tony saying “I wanted you to be better” told me that he sees them to. I am so excited to see that relationship. 

    I am incredibly hopeful for Spiderman: Homecoming, and I hope it does Peter the justice none of the other movies have. 

    Date Night

    Request: Hi! Can you do a short fluffy imagine for Jasper? Like maybe he and the reader go on a date and try to be a ‘normal’ couple or something like that, do it however you want! Thanks! 

    Pairing: Jasper x human!reader

    Summary: ‘normal’ date night for a rather abnormal couple 

    Warnings: Suggestive things, fluff 

    Originally posted by alwaysshamelessdeer

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    The Spark Next Door

    Thanks to @jayankles for the graphic! 

    Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. 
    Pairing: Jensen x Reader
    Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics)
    Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings.
    Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jpadjackles

    Your name: submit What is this?

    “Let me guess - you need me to kill a spider?”

    “That was one time, Ackles, and that spider was huge!”

    Your neighbor flashed you an adorable smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees. Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was nothing more than friendship between the two of you.

    With a soft laugh that made your stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you with.

    “My friend Kari brought her car over – needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter now, but it won’t budge.”

    Kari was leaning against the hood of the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway with Jensen.

    “Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching him. “Thanks for coming to help.”

    “Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to help.”

    He took the oil filter wrench from you and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.

    “You didn’t have to finish the job,” you said, “I really appreciate that!”

    “Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you get roped into doing this anyway?”

    Before you could answer, Kari interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and brothers taught her a thing or two.”

    Your friend headed inside then, and you walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.

    “He finally noticed me, I guess,” you shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”

    Jensen agreed that was a good plan. “Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”

    “I’m sure he will,” you assured. “Thanks again for your help with the car!”

    “No problem. I’ll be at the brewery tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”

    With a thank you and a playful wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get ready for your date.

    Bryan was handsome, tall, successful – and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner, he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.

    He had other plans, apparently. Once the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.

    “Look, I just want to go home, all right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.

    He snorted. “Oh, please. The other girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N. Sure you want to pass on it?”

    Who the hell did he think he was? God’s gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get home.

    You were just a few feet down the sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to be this crazy.

    “Let me go!” you demanded.

    Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got another thing coming.”

    “I don’t want to tell anyone anything, I just want to go home!”

    “After you give me what I took you out to get.”

    He started to drag you back towards the car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red. He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.

    Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery. Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.

    It would have been easier, you supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though, and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and be alone, either.

    So here you were, standing at the bar of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down for you.

    Are you still at work? I’m sitting at the bar.

    You wanted to somehow warn him of your current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.

    “What the hell happened?” Jensen asked, his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.

    Your chin quivered and your eyes watered all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety; for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.

    By the time Jensen returned, you had composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then carefully set an ice pack against your face.

    “Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.

    You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”

    Jensen nodded as though he had figured as much. “Just your face?”

    “He slapped my face,” you explained. “And he grabbed my arm.”

    Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.

    “What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.

    “I just want to go home, but I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”

    Jensen caressed the uninjured side of your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.

    “All right. Stay here. Give me ten minutes, then I’ll take you home.”

    You nodded and kept the ice on your face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen returned.

    “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to rearrange some things.”

    You were suddenly self-conscious. “Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”

    “I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean, you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you home.”

    As you followed Jensen out to his truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.

    “It’s just that my brothers would have been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”

    “I can understand that. We’ll handle this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”

    The rest of the ride home was silent. Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.

    “I’ll go in first. Can’t be too careful.”

    You had no problem with that. Never in your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.

    “I think you’re good,” he said, handing back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.

    When you came back, Jensen was still standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.

    “I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.

    “I ate.” He finally pulled his hands from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will make you feel safe.”

    You breathed a sigh of relief. “I wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

    Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”

    You disappeared into the bathroom with your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it. You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the living room.

    Jensen was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little better?”

    “A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”

    “Yeah, ran home real quick while you showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”

    You smirked when he handed you a longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good long drink after that initial sip to taste.

    You answered Kari’s text message about how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to tell her the whole story at work the next day.

    Thanks to half the six-pack and the shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV, and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.

    When the two of you woke the next morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening. You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready, you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to leave.

    “Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the door on your way out.”

    Jensen nodded and made you promise to be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar with asleep on your couch.

    When you got to work and told Kari the whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you quickly shushed her.

    “I don’t want a lot of people to know, all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And other people are liable to talk anyway.”

    Kari didn’t like it, but she promised to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime after lunch.

    “Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”

    You rolled your eyes and otherwise ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.

    “I will have you, you know,” Bryan said, leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that easily.”

    Thanks God for Kari, who had been checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at you and left.

    “What was that about?” Kari asked.

    Attempting not to have a panic attack, you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.

    “You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”

    You ran a hand through your hair. “I know.”

    “Please, at least go talk to the boss. Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”

    You hated the idea of being a victim – that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole story.

    Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company property, our policy is not to get involved.”

    “You’re kidding?!”

    She leaned forward on her desk. “Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”

    You nodded, feeling full confidence for the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation. I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”

    She didn’t bother calling you back to her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would figure things out.

    You weren’t going to be a victim of this thing that had happened to you.

    Kari offered to cancel her date that night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.

    It didn’t help that the easiest distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before, how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.

    That didn’t stop you from putting on your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.

    The smile he gave you when you took a seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.

    “Your face looks better,” Jensen commented.

    “Wow, thanks,” you teased him.

    Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean. What’ll be?”

    “Same we had last night, please. I really liked that.”

    “Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the morning.”

    You shook your head as you drank down a good portion of the beer. “I quit.”

    Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the whole thing, he said he was proud of you.

    “I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”

    “Even if your friend is an unemployed loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of humor.

    Jensen chucked you under the chin. “You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”

    “Jensen, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”

    He shook his head. “I told you when you moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about Monday?”

    You could have hugged him across the counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to get started.

    “I find it interesting that he is so quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”

    “I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.

    Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point, Y/N/N.”

    “Your point is invalid. Jensen had helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”

    Kari nodded. “How many times before all of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”

    You didn’t want to answer her. You knew what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him Monday morning, either,

    After giving you a full tour of the place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his office manager.

    You sat on the counter of the bar while he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and curious.

    “What if I did take advantage?” he asked.

    Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously? Of me?”

    Jensen set down the glass in his and moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees; you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling at that moment.

    “I mean, not really take advantage of course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”

    The uncertainty fell away and you knew exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had indulged in time and time again became a reality.

    When Jensen parted from you, he did so slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence again, you decided to just be honest with him.

    “A few days ago, I had a date with a guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”

    “I know,” he said softly, not moving from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement sent shivers up and down your spine.

    Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”

    “I know,” Jensen said again.

    “Say something besides ‘I know’.”

    He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”

    “I’d like that,” you said with a light laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”

    Jensen nodded and helped you off the bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

    Monday and Tuesday were usually the days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend. You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.

    With all of that nervous energy, you decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let the early summer breeze air out the place.

    Always careful about bothering the neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the volume on your music.

    You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.

    Drop everything now
    Meet me in the pouring rain
    Kiss me on the sidewalk
    Take away the pain
    ‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
    Get me with those green eyes, baby
    As the lights go down
    Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
    ‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

    You didn’t care one bit about that when one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of Jensen.

    It didn’t matter that you were a mess or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and you needed to tell him now.

    You jogged out the front door, the screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood in front of the mower.

    Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”

    You nodded. “I know this must sound crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”

    He stood to the side of the mower. “You sure?”

    “As sure as I’ve ever been of anything. I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”

    Jensen grinned. The connection between the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips. You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss him was difficult.

    All you could do in that moment was smile.

    Colin O’Donoghue on Happy, Sad , Confused

    Some of the highlights:

    • He said it’s nice to get out for a little bit but it’s weird to leave set since they just started to film the finale.
    • When you play a character as long as you do on a TV shot it’s always nice to play someone else. It’s complicated because he wants to do something different but he also wants to have a few weeks of rest.
    • He’s been very lucky on Once that he’s been able to play so many different types of Hook.
    • He was very lucky that he was able to take time off of Once to shoot Carrie Pilby because it was rescheduled. 
    • He skyped with the director of Carrie Pilby to talk about the role. He just really wanted to play a different character than Hook and there is nothing redeeming about his character in the movie.
    • Bel wasn’t originally playing Carrie Pilby when Colin signed on.
    • “I didn’t think about the female … thing at the time. I still can’t believe that we have to ask that question. The work should speak for itself…. Unfortunately that is something we have to talk about, the fact that is it directed by a woman and written by a woman.”
    • “Who doesn’t want to be punched in the face by Gabriel Byrne?”
    • It was a dream come true to work with Gabriel Byrne.
    • At 19 Colin was in drama college and focused on wanting to be an actor. He played a lot of guitar and drew a lot .. 
    • No one prepares you for interviews or how you come across when you become an actor.
    • Colin’s first Comic Con with Once he describes as relentless … interview after interview .. and he became a caricature of himself. He was playing a version of himself.
    • Jen, Ginny, Josh, Lana are all really good at it. Colin just leans on them and lets them answer at the big events.
    • He joined youth theater at 15 or 16 and he realized that it gave him an opportunity to be someone else, someone more engaging without having to change who he is as a person.
    • Loves the idea of affecting people and losing yourself in a role and making people cry or laugh.
    • 12 Angry Men is probably one of his favorite movies of all time.
    • Colin is a massive Star Wars fan. A New Hope is the first one he remembers seeing. Han Solo was the character that clicked for him. A&E call Hook the Han Solo of OUAT. He wants to watch more Star Wars with his son. He thinks the prequels went overboard with the CGI
    • The Rite was what Colin considers his big break. His character was a very specific character and sort of an outsider.  Anthony Hopkins took him under his wing. He went through his process with Colin and told him that Laurence Olivier had done that for him. People think it’s effortless but Anthony Hopkins works really hard.
    • Colin was on the short list for Superman. 
    • He loves Captain Hook and he honestly doesn’t think that any character would have been more perfect for him to play at the time.
    • He had done a pilot with Angela Basset that wasn’t picked up and then was out of work for 6-8 months when he got the script for OUAT.
    • He read the script and wondered how he could put his spin on the character. He wanted him to be an incredibly engaging character. Somebody who guys wanted to go hang out with and girls wanted to be with. Luckily his idea was on the same wavelength as A&E.
    • The OUAT fandom wasn’t something he was prepared for. They are blessed to have the fans that they have and it’s great to be a part of a show that has that. It’s a great validation of the work.
    • He had never heard of shipping and now it’s part of his daily … leprechaun? No, lexicon LOL
    • He was delighted to do the musical episode. The way they integrated it into the mythology of the show. It’s not a one off episode. The music if phenomenal. It was really good fun. Unfortunately he broke his foot when he fell over a chair during a Gene Kelly move running up a chair. He didn’t go to the doctor for 5 more days.
    • It’s a very pirate-y song that he will sing … and he sings on two of the songs.
    • Colin might know some things about a reboot concept … but they are focusing on finishing up the season.
    • Once Upon a Time is a special show and is purely about hope .. unapologetically so and that is an important thing to have.
    • Is the reaction multiplied when he and Jen are together? He’s married to the love of his life so when those lines blur for the fans it gets complicated and he has to step back. He can understand why it gets amplified like that though.
    • He wants a Batman special edition that he saw at his first Comic Con.
    Super Long AU Compilation

    Here’s a really long list of a ton of the more simple/generic AU’s I’ve seen floating around. I made this list for personal reference and figured having so many all in one place might be helpful to others, too. I tried my best to alphabetize but I can’t promise it’s entirely correct. Hope you enjoy!

    #

    -1920’s
    -1920’s con artist
    -1940’s noir
    -1960’s
    -3DS friends
    -6 weeks to live

    A

    -A Walk to Remember
    -Accidentally falls asleep on stranger
    -Accidentally hugging stranger thinking they’re someone else
    -Accidentally read their journal
    -Accidentally swapped items and have to return it
    -Accidentally take each other’s bags
    -Action hero
    -Addicts
    -Adventure
    -Affair
    -Afterlife
    -Airport
    -Airport bar
    -Aladdin
    -Alchemists
    Alice in Wonderland
    -Alpha/beta/omega
    -Alternate history
    -Amnesia
    -Ancient Egypt
    -Ancient mediterraneans
    -Ancient orientals
    -Ancient slavs
    -Android and human
    -Animal
    -Angel
    -Antique shop
    -Apocalypse
    -Archaeologists
    -Architect
    -Around the world
    -Arranged marriage
    -Arthurian era
    -Artist
    -Assassins
    -Asylum
    -Author and fan

    B

    -Babysitter
    -Back in time
    -Bakery
    -Band/musician
    -Bank robbers
    -Bar
    -Barista(s)
    -Battle of the bands
    -Bayside
    -Beach
    -Beauty and the Beast
    -Childhood friends reunited
    -Big Brother
    -Blind
    -Blind date
    -Boarding school
    -Bonnie and Clyde
    -Book club
    -Bookshop
    -Borrow payphone money
    -Both cosplay same character at con
    -Both stood up for blind dates
    -Break up
    -Bride Wars
    -Brothel
    -Bucket list
    -Butler

    C

    -Camp counselors
    -Camping
    -Carnival
    -Castaways
    -Catfish
    -Catfish uncoverer
    -Celebrity
    -Centaur
    -Changeling
    -Charmed
    -Cheerleading
    -Childhood companions
    -Cinderella
    -Circus
    -Civil war (American or otherwise)
    -Civilian and agent
    -Clubbing
    -Coffeeshop
    -College
    -College roommates
    -Comic artist and assistant
    -Conartists
    -Cop/detective
    -Costars in a movie
    -Cowboy
    -Craigslist meetup
    -Crashed their car
    -Crime spree
    -Criminal
    -Criminals on the run
    -Cruel Intentions
    -Cruise ship
    -Cursed
    -Cyber date
    -Cyberpunk
    -Cyborg

    D

    -Death race
    -Demon
    -Demon and angel
    -Detective
    -Deserted island
    -Destructive relationship
    -Disneyworld cosplayers
    -Dinosaurs
    -Disturbia
    -Doctor(s)
    -Doctor and patient
    -Doctor Who
    -Dog walker
    -Domestic
    -Dragon
    -Dream
    -Drug smugglers
    -Drunk calling the wrong person
    -Drunk texting a stranger
    -During war

    E

    -Edwardian era
    -Egyptologists
    -Elements (earth, water, fire, air)
    -Elf
    -Elizabethan era
    -Enchanted
    -English class
    -Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
    -Eternal winter
    -Explorers (any time period)

    F

    -Fair
    -Fairy
    -Fairytale
    -Fake family
    -Faking It
    -Family doctor
    -Famous and fan
    -Farm
    -FBI
    -Festival
    -Fight Club
    -First time
    -Flower Shop
    -Forbidden romance
    -Foreign exchange program
    -Forest
    -Fortune cookie
    -Fortune teller and customer
    -Found their dog
    -Found their phone number in a library book
    -Fraternity
    -Freakshow
    -Friends with benefits
    -Fugitive
    -Futuristic
    -Futuristic resistance

    G

    -Game of life and death
    -Game of Thrones
    -Game show
    -Gang
    -Garden
    -Gardening
    -Gay for pay
    -Genderbend
    -Genderswap
    -Genie
    -Gets into a cab to find someone already in it
    -Gets lost at airport
    -Girl/guy next door
    -Ghibli movie
    -Ghost Adventures
    -Ghosts in love
    -Go to the same support group
    -Gods/demigods
    -Government spy
    -Greek God and Roman counterpart
    -Gypsy

    H

    -Hair stylist/makeup artist and actor/model
    -Halloween
    -Halloween party
    -Haunted
    -Haunted house
    -Have to take pictures for photography project
    -Heaven vs. Hell
    -Help moving
    -Heroes
    -Hidden talents
    -High class thieves
    -High School
    -High School reunion
    -High School teachers
    -Hiking
    -Hipster
    -Hitchhiker
    -Hitman
    -Hogwarts
    -Homeless
    -Horseback riding
    -Horror
    -Host/hostess and customer
    -Hostage
    -Hotel staff and guest
    -Hotel workers
    -Huge blizzard and only one hotel room left
    -Hunger Games
    -Hush Hush

    I

    -Ice cream shop
    -Identity theft
    -Imaginary friend becomes real
    -Immortal and non-immortal
    -Immortals
    -In Hell
    -Indentured servant
    -Internet friends
    -Internship
    -Island

    J

    -Jane Austen story
    -Journalists
    -Jurassic Park
    -Jury
    -Just keep running into each other everywhere
    -Juvie

    K

    -Kidnapping/ransom
    -Kindergarten teacher
    -Kiss bet
    -Kissogram
    -Kitsune

    L

    -Lab partners
    -Labyrinth
    -Laundromat
    -Law firm
    -Librarian
    -Library
    -Life guard
    -Little mermaid/merman
    -Looking for Alaska
    -Lose virginity bet
    -Lost
    -Lost at sea
    -Love triangle

    M

    -Mafia
    -Magic
    -Maid
    -Mailman and person who receives a lot of mail
    -Makeover
    -Marriage
    -Marriage contract
    -Masseuse
    -Masquerade
    -Mechanic
    -Medieval
    -Med school
    -Meet in diner at 2am
    -Mental hospital
    -Mermaid/merman/merfolk
    -Met at Comicon
    -Met on Tumblr
    -Met through online rpg
    -Military
    -Military school
    -Mindreader
    -Mirror world
    -Mistaken identity
    -Missed the same flight
    -Model
    -Modern royalty
    -Modern Tangled
    -Monster hunters
    -Monsters
    -Mortal Instruments
    -Movie rental shop
    -Movie star
    -Movie theater job
    -Murder mystery
    -Music bar
    -Music conservatory
    -Music teacher
    -Musician and fan
    -Mythology

    N

    -Nanny
    -Neolithic/tribal
    -New guy/girl
    -New Orleans
    -New neighbors
    -Nightmare on Elm Street
    Nuclear apocalypse
    -Nurse(s)
    -Nurse and patient
    Nursing home
    -Nymph

    O

    -Ocean
    -Office
    -Once Upon a Time
    -One’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice
    -On of them is turned into a child
    -On opposite sides of a war - POW or spying
    -Orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer
    -Out walking their dog who starts chasing another person’s dog

    P

    -Pacific Rim
    -Paired together during an ice breaker
    -Pandemic apocalypse
    -Paralysis
    -Paramedics
    -Parenting
    -Park
    -Partners in crime (literally)
    -Partners in dance class
    -Past lives
    -Patients in mental hospital
    -Patients in same hospital ward
    -Pen pals
    -Personal trainer
    -Peter Pan
    -Pet runs away and other person finds it
    -Phantom of the Opera
    -Phone sex worker
    -Photographer
    -Photographer and model
    -Pilots
    -Pirate
    -Pirate and mermaid
    -Pixie
    -Poetry class
    -Pokemon
    -Police
    -Porn star
    -Poses nude for art students
    -Pretty Little Liars
    -Prisoner and guard
    -Prisoners/escaped prisoners
    -Private detective and client
    -Private investigator
    -Prohibition era
    -Project partners
    -Prom
    -Protester and police
    -Prostitute/escort
    -Public demonstrations
    -Punk rock

    Q

    R

    -Ranch
    -Reality TV show
    -Rebels against the government
    -Rebellion
    -Rehab
    -Reincarnation
    -Restaurant
    -Reunited
    -Rich family and servants
    -Riding the same bus
    -Riding the same bus multiple times
    -Rivals
    -Roadtrip
    -Roadtrip, serial killer
    -Roller derby
    -Robot
    -Roommates
    -Royalty and servant
    -Runaway royalty and confused commoner
    -Runaways
    -Running late for the same flight

    S

    -Sailor and mercreature
    -Sandman
    -SAW
    -Scavenger hunt
    -Scifi
    -Scream
    -Screenwriter and director
    -Sculptor
    -Selkie
    -Serial killer
    -Servant
    -Sex pact
    -Sex shop
    -Sex shop owner
    -Sex tape
    -Sex worker
    -Seven deadly sins
    -Shakespeare play
    -Share same layover
    -Sharing an umbrella
    -Siblings
    -Siblings best friend
    -Sits next to each other at an orchestra
    -Sits next to each other in theater
    -Sits next to each other on turbulent flight
    -Sitting by same wall plug
    -Skateboarder(s)
    -Skipping school
    -Slayer(s)
    -Sleepwalker
    -Sleepwalker in college dorm
    -Small town
    -Snowboarder(s)
    -Snowball fight, hits passerby
    -Snowhite and the Huntsman
    -Soldiers on opposing sides
    -‘Sorry about stealing your wallet last year, no I wasn’t drunk’
    -Soul mates
    -Soulless
    -Space pirates
    -Space travel
    -Spartacus -gladiators or freed slaves against the Roman army
    -Specialty shop
    -Spectrumswap
    -Spin the bottle
    -Spring break
    -Stage magician and audience participant
    -Stardust
    -Step-siblings
    -Stranded
    -Steampunk
    -Strip club
    -Stripper
    -Struggling artists
    -Student and teacher
    -Study abroad
    -Stuffed animal becomes a person
    -Sucked into a video game
    -Suddenly become disabled/handicap
    -Suddenly caught in the rain
    -Summer job
    -Summer school
    -Superhero
    -Supernatural
    -Supernatural hunters
    -Superpowers
    -Surfing
    -Survivor

    T

    -Tailor and customer
    -Taken hostage at bank robbery
    -Tattoos and piercings
    -Tattoo parlor
    -Teacher and student
    -Ten Inch Hero
    -Terminal illness
    -The Breakfast Club
    -The Labyrinth
    -The one that got away
    -The Princess Diaries
    -The Vow
    -Theme park
    -Theme park mascots
    -Theme park workers
    -Theater
    -Therapist and patient
    -Therapist and patient in mental institution
    -Thieves on the run
    -Time traveler
    -Titanic
    -Tourist
    -Train ride
    -Translator
    -Trapped in an elevator
    -Trapped on a deserted island together
    -Treasure hunting
    -Triplets
    -Tutor and student
    -TV host
    -Twins

    U

    -Undercover lovers
    -Undercover stripper
    -Underwear model
    -Underworld -vampires vs lycans
    -Use someone’s charger
    -Use someone’s hotspot

    V

    -Vacation
    -Vampire
    -Veronica Mars
    -Vikings
    -Violinist(s)
    -Virtual world

    W

    -Waiter(s)
    -Wake up together in Vegas
    -Wedding
    -Werecat
    -Werewolves
    -What Happens in Vegas
    -White House
    -Wild West
    -Witch trials
    -Wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house
    -World War II
    -Writer and editor
    -Wrong bag

    X

    -X-factor

    Y

    -Yoga class
    -Younger siblings are best friends

    Z

    -Zombie apocalypse

    the fate of the furious thoughts *spoilers*

    -Fuck okay so I saw the movie last night and fuck i didn’t think i’d be hype but it felt so right watching it!!!
    -this is definitely scattered and poorly articulated compared to my review of ff7 but ill write a proper one in due time. I fucking miss paul
    -ive seen every fuckin movie of this franchise in theaters n im only 23 ah these are my thoughts as i was watching it. I was lowkey keeping notes lmao
    -beautiful setting and colors wow as always!!!
    -FUCK as if charlize therons character wasnt annoying enough the fuckin bitch had to have dreads!!! Deadass bye
    -GEEKED at roman coming in at 11 for most wanted criminals
    -Roman lmfao he literally cracks me up so fucking much i love tyrese
    -the Rock as a soccer daddy ifucking love it his daughter is so cute ugh
    -DECKARD SHAW IS SUCH A DADDY oh my i love jason statham and his banter w the rock lmao
    -digging all the gratuitous fight scenes and humor and explosions
    -what are you gonna Email her? Lmfao roman is too much hahahah
    -calling roman Slick lmao
    -hobbs and shaw are both daddies fuck they can get it
    -scott Eastwood FUCK ME UP i love how theyre giving him so much shit ahaha hes so fine though gotdamn
    -The kisss!!! Fuck this dumb ass hacker Bitch
    With ugly dreads
    -Brian would know what to do… OMG SHOOK im crying i miss paul walker so much my mans
    -omfg hes a fucking dad. Papa!!! HE HAS A KID W ELENA IM SHOOK AGAIN
    -middle name marcos first name is for his father to name him!!! Bitch!! 😭😭I bet he calls the bb brian!! Just cus thats how dom and vin both would be. I’m crying
    -god lmao hobbs’ Fuckin names for shaw and his damn one liners i can’t… callin him princess LOL
    -themost recent movies have so much more comedic elements and honestly i live for it my theater was crackin up constantly in between all that anxiety if whats happening next!!!
    -shaw in suits fuck me up statham is so fine
    -ugh in ny!!! The music is always so lit!!! THE TOYSHOP DAYUM!!! Those sexy cars and sexy ass scott eastwood fuck
    -are you Blanta? Lmao roman and that fuckin neon orange lambo
    -oo shit doms got a plan yas!!! Helen mirren omfg!!! British woman so I assume this is mama shaw
    -ok this banter now is just straight up Flirting between shaw and hobbs like theyd be so good together lmao
    -ugh this Destruction i cant… imagine if that shit was real so many ppl would be dead god
    -ugh charlize is a little cunt
    -gotta admit tho putting those cars jn Auto drive was pretty freaking dope but crazy and the pileup. Shits wild if that could happen irl we’re fucked
    -did i mention Eastwood is fucking sexy
    -Lil nobody lost his lil mind hahaha
    -BIG SEXI COMIN THRU
    -Why didnt they just crash into him fuckkkk like instead of just tugging on his car from dif directions like ya dont hurt him but still
    -Omg shaw WTF RIP I WAS JUST LOVING HIM ON THE TEAM IN SAD IM CRYING AND HOBBS IS UPSET
    -DOM TURNIN HIS BACK ON LETTY IM HURT
    -baby callin dom dada im cryjbg holy fuck this mf just shot mama OMG RIP ELENA IM PIST
    -god charlize tryig to psycho analyze shit and just constantly spewing bs makes me wanna hjr her
    -Tej n roman babter is my fav
    -ah eastwood baby is on board fuck me. All Bets r off–Hahaha the fuckin orange car
    -Roman" this aint for me man" hahaha he’s so fuckin funny they really made his character a bitchass i love it
    -2 hacker bitches up against eachother lmao ramsey is gorge
    -roman Reading russian HAGAHA such a goof
    -LETTYs SUCH A BAD BITCH sent that fucker right into those blades.
    -THERES NOTHING ALRIGHT ABOUT THIS LMAO honestly i’m roman
    -Spinning in his lambo on ice and everyone just fucking with him hahaha
    -WHAT IS GOIN ONHAHAHA as hes sliding with the fuckin door
    -TYRESE HELL YA OMG FUCK YEA WHAT A COMEBACK. “NUMBER 11 MY ASS” HAHAH, whole theater is laughing
    -OH MY GOD IMS CREAMING BOTH SHAWS ARE ALIVE AND BEAUTFUL MY DADDIES. LUKE EVANS IM SHOOK BABY SCARFACE LMAO IM CRYING I LIT UP WHEN THEY TOOK THEIR MASKS OFF
    -SURPRISEEE… AHA FUK U CHARLIZE IM SO HYPE I HAVE CHILLS
    -TEGO CALDERON and DON OMAR HELL YEAH EVEYTHING IS UNRAVELING I MISSED THEM IM CRYIN IM SO HAPPY RN
    -DOMS WHOLE PLAN FUCK YEAH AND THE SHAWS IM SO HYPE
    -MOMMA SHAW HELL YES AHAHAH DISCIPLING HER FUCKIN BOY “and ur gonna TAKE UR brother” “DEVILS BUNGHOLE” HAJAJA MOM it’s god’s eye. I LOVE THIS FAMILY. Spinoff please???
    -IMCHEERING SO HARD MORALE IS SO HIGH
    -FOR ELENA YAS DOM IS BACK BABY KNOCKED THAT FUCKER DEAD
    -STATHAM W BB BEING AN ACTUALLY DADD IM CRYIN ALVIN N CHIP MUNKS YES AHAHA
    -FIGHTing W BB OMFG DADDY YES, “its gonna be a lot of fun” i love him so much take me
    -DOMS BACK I HAVE CHILLS YES
    -LETTY SEEING DOM AND REALIZING HE’s back Im SOBBING i love them
    -WHEres THAT SMILE? THERE IT IS!! OMG CUTE BABY AND SEXY DADDY DECKARD SHAW IM SHOOK
    -Ur not gna wanna see this… *sniffs* is that u or him? HAHAHA i love him
    -hobbs to roman: Yr u always yelli g hahaha this shit is so funny while even in the middle of action scenes
    -Thats my girl!! Letty made it… ugh dom im just
    -U lost the minute u interrupted honeymoon fuck ya bitch dont mess w familia
    -“This is for my son” FUCK yasss
    -The cars protecting dom im crying more
    -Told u this would b fun hgh DADDY shaw pls
    -DOM N LETTy FOREVER
    -gotta get MY YUNG SELFIE LEVELS up I CANT Hahaha fucking roman
    -FAMILY!! I LIVE FOR THE ENDINGS AND THE HUGE FAMILY GET TOGETHERS IM CRYING I MISS PAUL WALKER SO MUCH
    -ELENA UGH im sad
    -INTRODUCing letty to the baby im dead
    -WHAT IS HIS NAME WTF???
    -Okay EVERYONE MEET….BRIAN… IM CRYING
    -I FUCKING KNEW IT BUT IT STILL GOT ME I WAS LEGIT SOBBING THEN THAT FUCKIN KEHLANIGEAZY SONG CAME ON AND IDK I STARTED CRYING MORE. BABY BRIAN FUCK IM SO EMOTIONAL
    -I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH I WILL BE 80 and still watching these movies as long as they keep putting them out omfg i just love them all i miss paul walker and brian and jordana brewster but this was a really good addition it did not disappoint even tho i hate the title lmao
    -i appreciate u if u read this whole thing lets b friends

    HOLLYWOOD, LGBTQ+ PEOPLE ARE DYING TO THROW THEIR MONEY AT YOU…IN RETURN FOR POSITIVE REPRESENTATION

    Here’s a bullet-point list explaining why it is important to include real, substantive, and positive, LGBTQ storylines in your movies, tv shows, etc. 

    First and foremost; positive representation can change/save lives!

    - Think of all the people who you can help by offering positive representation to a marginalized community. Your stories would be far more accurate of the world’s population, which includes a large number of people who identify as somewhere on the queer spectrum. There are so many great stories of people who’s lives have changed, all because they saw a little bit of themselves on their tv screen. They found someone they can identify with and relate to, someone who makes them feel less alone. Just imagine how many more people won’t commit suicide, who won’t be afraid to live a lie anymore. YOU can change that, YOU can help.

     LGBTQ people WILL go see your movie!

    -And most likely we will see it two, three, four+ times in theaters because we are so starved for representation. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the LGBTQ fanbase is probably the most loyal set of fans you could ever get. Ask any of the actors in popular shows like Rizzoli and Isles, Once Upon a Time, Sherlock, and many many others that LGBTQ people support based solely off imagined/implied non-canon relationships! We latch on to projects that even so much as hint at a gay relationship and suffere through endless hours of heterocanon just to feel a part of something. Imagine what we would do if you portrayed a homosexual relationship as the main story!!

    That loyal fanbase will promote the hell out of your project.

    -FREE PROMOTION! What’s not to love about that?! Have you heard of Tumblr? Social media? We will signal boost info about your movie to anyone and everyone, begging them to go see your movie. We will vote for your movie (and related characters) in every online poll, share all the links, and beg allies to join in. We will make fanvideos, fanart, and all sorts of stuff to help promote your movie. Why waste money on expensive ad campaigns, when we are more than willing to help in anyway we can.

    We will buy your DVDs and other movie related merchandise.

    -We want you to do well, consider it a thank you for telling our story, but most importantly, if you do well that opens the gate for other LGBTQ projects to be greenlit. We will throw as much of our money as we can at your project and related merchandise to boost your sales. I have bought movies and their soundtracks before I even seen or heard it, SOLELY because I knew they included a gay character. Trust me there are plenty more people out there who will do the same.

    Someone has to be the pioneer, YOU can make history!

    -Like mentioned above, we want you to succeed so other queer stories get to be told, but in order for that to happen, someone must pave the way. Society is moving in the right direction of inclusion, even if it’s slowly. One day diverse casts and genres will be the norm, and you can help launch us there. Imagine how you will be remembered in history, about how you were the first major studio to have real LGBTQ representation that wasn’t just the “token gay character.” One day people will tell your story, imagine the documentaries and biopics made about the studio and the people behind the scenes who fought for that story to be told.

    Spoilers for Guardians of the Galaxy 2

    • I’ve heard a a lot of people say that GoG 1 is better then GoG 2, and I haven’t watched GoG 1 in a bit, but I have to say GoG 2 is just as good. I did not leave the theater disappointed. 
    • I was originally going to go with a friend who had seen with it before, but wanted to see it again because he was ‘high as fuck’. Friend had to bail so I saw it alone, but I have to say, it must’ve been something to watch while high. 
    • First off, it’s fucking hilarious
      • Rocket and Yondu trying to get Groot to bring them the fin, and him dragging in objects that are obviously not fins, culminating with a severed finger. We do not find out where he gets it. 
      • Groot spends the entire opening dancing around the battle while the team fights a giant space monster.
      • Twice Rocket tries to say something as an aside with a wink (like insulting the high priestess) but winks with the wrong eye, so the person is offended. 
      • Rocket standing in the middle of a Texan stand-off: “Surely there’s a peaceful resolution? Or a violent one where I’m standing over there.”
      • Taserface
      • The High Priestess is walking down a long carpet to meet Yondu. The carpet gets stuck. A couple of beats is spent unsticking it wherein the swelling music stops short and everyone looks uncomfortable. 
    • Gamora in my opinion is a stronger character in this movie. There’s some flirting between here and there with Peter but her arc is mostly centered on her relationship with Nebula.
      • Movie passes the bechdel test at least in first act with conversation between Gamora and Nebula about fruit. Definitely passes in final act where they talk about their relationship.
      • Nebula straight up tries to shoot Gamora with a ship. Gamora straight up shoots Nebula with a minigun. It is brutal and gross. You can see what it must’ve been like when they were children, fighting to survive. It’s not like in GoG where the fight scene is a clean in emotional combat, this is brutal and I L O V E D I T
      • Super pleased with how they developed, addresses how Thanos abused them and how that shaped each of them. Gamora says she’s sorry for not helping Nebula but also admits that she was just trying to survive. 
      • It seems like their shaping Gamora to be ready to trust Peter. They have an argument in the second act but it’s not the pivotal moment for either of their character arcs. Peter doesn’t have to ‘win’ Gamora back, and the third act focuses on Nebula and Gamora. 
    • Drax and Mantis are super cute
      • I thought they were hinting romance in the early part of the movie but no???
      • First off I love Drax’s laugh
      • Second off Mantis is super socially awkward, Drax is slightly less socially awkward. He straight-up calls her ugly and even retches around her but also admits she’s pretty on the ‘inside’. And seems very friendly!
      • I died when they were in the garden. Drax says that this reminds him of when he took his daughter to see some lakes, implying that he sees Mantis as a daughter figure. Then Mantis touches Drax’s shoulder and uses her empathy to feel what he’s feeling. She starts crying. 
      • Dude
    • Speaking of crying. Male emotions treated as legitimate. 
      • So Peter says to Gamora early in the movie that he always wanted to have a Dad, he used to pretend David Hasselhoff was his Dad to compensate. 
        • The entire arc with Peter searching for a father figure is not a punchline. It is serious and heart warming when he gets to play catch with Ego, if a little silly. 
        • Peter has to define to himself the difference between a father, and someone who acts as one. Peter didn’t want a biological father, he was looking for someone to be his parent. Immediately Yondu is brought-up as that figure but he dismisses it, saying that Yondu kept him for selfish reasons.
        • Ego tries to be that ‘father figure’ by acting like it but is actually selfish, whereas Yondu is genuine in his feelings for Peter. 
      • Rocket is called out for acting like an asshole because he’s afraid of being loved and is also shown crying. 
      • Yondu says word for word: “I don’t control my arrow using my head boy, I control it using my heart.” 
        • From the early part of the movie is shown to have a bleeding heart. He wants to be apart of the ravagers as a family, he’s heartbroken over loosing half his crew, and he acts as the Father figure that Peter was looking for.
        • Yondu’s ‘flaw’ is literally being too soft.
        • “I am Groot” “Yeah, he did call you twig.” Kill me.
    • I always said that GoG 1 was trying to be an emotional movie with several tender hearted scenes except all of it’s characters are assholes that ruin them. GoG 2 is an emotional movie that forced it’s assholes to be tender hearted. 
      • It is a little spread out, focusing on individual characters well but the pacing was good, balancing slower scenes with faster scenes. It knew when to tell the joke and when to let the emotions run. I don’t think the narrative was as strong as the first one but the plot isn’t nearly as complicated. I also think Ego could’ve been a little less transparent, it was pretty obvious he was going to end up evil since he was the only possible character that could end up as the villain. Loved Gamora and Nebula, Yondu and Rocket, and Drax and Mantis. 
      • The movie looked great, with a strong soundtrack as usual. 
      • 10/10 would watch again.
    A Bad Day Turned Good

    Tyler Scheid x Reader

    Word Count : 1998

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    I was looking down at my phone messaging my date for the fifth time asking him where he was while pacing back and forth in front of the movie theater ticket booths. I turned around to walk back to the other side of the booths when I walked straight into the chest of a tall man. I dropped my phone in surprise and yelped slightly. How embarrassing, I thought. The tall guy, being less startled then I, bent down and picked my phone up and handed it back. I quickly glanced at his faced, curly dark hair in a beanie, brown eyes, and a slight beard. Then I stammered out an apology.

    “It’s okay. I hope your phone’s okay,” he replied calmly. He flashed me a quick smile and then my phone dinged. It was my date, saying that he couldn’t make it and that he was sorry. My face fell and I glanced around trying to decide what to do now. My eyes caught on the guy who’d picked up my phone. He was looking back at me with a slight smile as he stood by the ticket booths. I tried to smile back, but I think it came out more as a grimace. The guy was with four other people, two other guys, one of which had blue hair, and two girls, the blonde was holding the hand of the other dark haired guy. I bet they’re going to have a fun evening, unlike me, I thought. I looked at the movies that were showing that evening; The Space Between Us, Rings, Youth in Oregon, etc. I was supposed to see Rings with my date. I normally hate horror movies, but if I’m with someone I’m okay. I didn’t know if I should still go see it. I’d heard people say that it’s really good and really creepy. Well I might as well still try and watch it, if I don’t like it I can just leave. I shouldn’t let my stupid date spoil my night out, I thought decisively.

    I bought myself a ticket and some sour patch kids and walked into the theater. I walked down the left side row looking for a seat near the wall and away from anyone. I sat down and opened my candy, but waited to eat them until the movie actually started. As I was waiting, I looked around to see who had come to see the movie. Sitting in the middle and a bit behind me, was the guy I had run into and his friends. I quickly glanced away before he saw me looking at him. He’s not too bad looking now that I actually look at him, I thought with a smile. Then the movie started and I instantly regretted everything. I hate horror movies and this movie was so fricking creepy and scary. I kept jumping at the slightest thing. I was also extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable. Maybe I should just leave. This is sooo not worth it, I thought looking around. Just when I had mustered the courage to get up and leave, someone sat down next to me. I looked over stunned and realized that it was the guy I had walked into earlier. My face turned red and I looked down at my sour patch kids.

    “I’m guessing you’re not a fan of scary movies,” the guy asked, sort of matter-of-factly.

    “Uh no, not especially. I was supposed to be with someone, but they didn’t come,” I said, hoping that it was dark enough that the guy couldn’t see my red, embarrassed face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me and I glanced at him quickly and then back to my candy. I decided to be nice and offered some to him, he took some and then introduced himself as Tyler.

    “I’m (Y/N),” I said. He smiled and then focused his attention back to the movie. I glanced back at his friends that he had left for me and saw that they were all glancing between myself and Tyler and then to each other. They were all grinning for some reason. I focused back on the movie and continued to eat the sour patch kids. As soon as I did that, a jump scare happened. I wanted to run away and bury myself in a pile of blankets.

    “God dammit,” I muttered while focusing on the candy.

    “Hey (Y/N), you’re okay. Don’t worry – I’ll protect you from the scary monsters,” he said with a smirk. Is he making fun of me? I’m not some wimpy girl that needs protecting, I thought bitterly. First my date stood me up and now this guy I don’t know if making fun of me for not liking the movie. I stood up and walked out of the theater, probably with an angry look on my face. When I got out of the theater and into the fresh air, I leaned my head against the wall. God damn everything today, I thought dejectedly. Today had been such a bad day, all I wanted to do was go to bed.

    “Hey,” a voice startled me out of my thoughts and I spun around looking for the source. It was the guy I had run into, Tyler.

    “Yes? What? Need to make me jump some more so you can laugh?” I said harshly. He looked hurt, but I wasn’t in the mood to be nice.

    “I wasn’t making fun of you in there. I was trying to help,” he said quickly. I sneered in response. “I don’t like horror movies either. I only went because my friends dragged me along. I saw you jumping during the movie and I thought that having someone next to you might be comforting and when I said the thing about protecting you from the monsters… well I don’t really know why I said that. I think I was just trying to sound cool or brave…”

    “Oh. That’s actually a really nice thought,” I muttered slightly astounded. Here I was thinking he was a total jerk and actually he was trying to be nice to me. Damn, I thought looking him over more closely. He was tall and sturdily built. His hands were dancing around as he tried to decide what to do with them. Little curly bits of his hair poked out of his grey beanie and he had a slight beard forming along his jaw line. His eyes were a soft brown with real compassion shining through them.

    “I’m sorry I was so rude to you,” I said remembering how I snapped at him. “I’ve had a really bad day, and then my date stood me up, and then I thought you were making fun of me and I was just not in the mood for that…”

    “It’s okay. Totally understandable. Everyone has bad days, I just didn’t want to add to it,” he said, a smile coming back to his face. I realized how nice his lips looked and I couldn’t help but bite my own. Then I gave myself a quick mental slap and looked around.

    “Um so uh, I don’t want to keep you from the movie. I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are,” I stuttered out.

    “Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t into the movie anyways. Would you mind if I kept you company? We could get a drink or some food… or we could just walk around,” he said glancing around.

    “A walk would be good. Maybe that’ll calm me down.”

    “Shall we then?” he said motioning down the street. I nodded and then started walking. I realized I still had the sour patch kids in my hand so I ate one and then offered some to Tyler. He took a few and looked at the street thoughtfully. I kept glancing at him from the corner of my eye as we shared the sour patch kids. We walked in silence until we came to a playground with a swing set. I immediately headed straight for it without waiting to see if Tyler would follow. Luckily he did follow and he laughed slightly as he saw where I was going. I smirked to myself and sat on one of the swings and started to rock myself back and forth. I kept my eyes trained on my feet, but I could feel Tyler watching me.

    “You know, you’re really pretty. And I mean like gorgeous pretty,” he said slightly awkwardly. I glanced over at him smiling. He was blushing, but also smiling. I stood up and slowly walked in front of him. I had a half smirk, half smile on my face.

    “You really think I’m pretty?” I said with a devious smile. He swallowed as he quickly glanced at me. Then he took a breath and steeled his face.

    “Yes I do,” he said matter-of-factly. I slowly advanced on Tyler until he was standing up, but leaning backwards on the swing seat and I was directly in front of him. He kept glancing at my lips and I bit mine as I looked at his. I took another step forward and leaned forward until our lips were almost touching, but then I stopped. I looked at his eyes until he made eye contact with me, and then I turned around and walked away towards the jungle gym. I could only imagine the look on his face. I looked over my shoulder and he was still standing/leaning on the swing watching me. I climbed up the jungle gym until I was leaning against a pole on an upper platform. I looked back at Tyler and gave him a big mischievous grin. He shook his head and smiled back. Then he followed me up the jungle gym. He leaned against a pole opposite me, but didn’t approach. Boys are used to girls going to them, but I like to make the guy come to me.

    “I’m not going over there if that’s what you’re waiting for,” I said with a smirk.

    “What if I’m just admiring the view,” he said with his own smirk. After another moment he pushed off the pole and approached me. He put his hands on the jungle gym on either side of me, giving me nowhere to run to. He stared intently at my eyes and I refused to break contact with his or move a muscle. Surely enough, he broke contact and glanced at my lips. I licked them and smirked again. His eyes glowed like embers and he slowly moved his face closer to mine. He stopped right before our lips touched and he stayed there, refusing to move further. I looked into his eyes and then I closed the distance. His lips were soft and the kiss was slow at first. Then I broke the kiss off, but I didn’t move away. I waited – feeling the tension of the moment, and then he grabbed my neck and the back of my head and kissed me with all the passion and tension that was in his eyes. I kissed him back with all the pent up emotion I felt and the butterflies that Tyler made me feel in my stomach.

    After a few moments, a mixture of shouts and laughter erupted from the street. Tyler pulled back, but didn’t let go of my neck. He didn’t turn around, he just bent his head in what seemed to be embarrassment.

    “Damn them,” he muttered. Then he looked back up and me and planted another kiss on my lips. “Those are my friends. They’re very nice people, but they’re also very loud and sort of nosy. Sorry.”

    “It’s okay,” I laughed. I peered around him and sure enough his friends from the movie theater were standing by the entrance to the park. Smiles were visible on all of their faces. Tyler sighed and then turned around.

    “Hey guys… How was the movie?”

    Leaders in Blue

    Originally posted by baraturtles

    Leaders in Blue

    Leonardo x Reader

    Note: I was in a Leo mood. There were no Leo prompts. Enjoy.

    It was a nice afternoon. Because it was Saturday, you had the day off of school. Therefore, you were hanging out in the lair until your plans later that day.

    When you walked into the home of your boyfriend and his brothers, he was sitting in his spot, meditating.

    “Hey,” You greeted him quietly, not wanting to startle him as you had accidently done so many times before. “How are you?”

    “Better now,” His eyes were still closed, but a smile pulled at his lips. “I missed you.”

    “I missed you too.” You set your bag down on the couch and walked closer to him. “How are things?”

    “Things are good.” He finally opened those blue, blue eyes that made you want to melt. “I thought you had plans.”

    “Not until later. Going out for dinner and a movie with my aunt.”

    “Ah, sounds fun.”

    “It will be.” You kissed his cheek and took his huge hand in both of yours. “But I had to see you first. School was so stressful this week.”

    “Hey, how about we make some tea and talk about it?”

    “It was just tests and stuff. Nothing conversation-worthy. But tea sounds nice.” He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The tall turtle towered above you, but he really did love how short you were compared to him. It was cute. Every time he looked down at you, it reminded him how lucky he was to be dating anyone at all, let alone a perfect little human like you. He walked to the kitchen with you.

    ***

    A few hours later, you and your aunt Becky were sitting in a booth at your favorite diner. You had ordered your burgers and shakes with a shared basket of fries, and were talking a bit about everything. You had lived with your aunt for a year or so, but when you graduated high school, you got an apartment with some friends to go to college on the other side of the city. However, you still liked to see her, so you had weekly lunches and every month you went to see a movie with her.

    “So, how are your classes going?”

    “They’re all right. Had a few tough tests the other week, but I think I passed them, so it’s all right.”

    “And your relationship status?”

    “Still with Leo.” You replied.

    “Ah Leo. The elusive Leo. Will I ever get to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours?”

    “Eventually, I’m sure.” You lied. In all honesty, you weren’t sure Rebecca Vincent, the chief of security would ever be able to handle the giant mutant that was your boyfriend without pulling out her taser. So at least for the time being, she couldn’t meet him. Not yet. “He’s great. I think you’d really like him. Brave, patient, smart. I think he’d be a cop if he had his druthers.”

    “Sounds like a very nice young man.” She smiled and nodded. Finally, your meal arrived.

    “He is. So how’s work?”

    “Oh you know…same old.” Your aunt knew you couldn’t handle hearing about the four giant mutant turtles the police force had been working with these days. You did not know she knew your boyfriend, and she did not know that one of the heroic turtles was dating you.

    “Well, it is New York.” She clinked her glass against yours.

    “Cheers to that.”

    ***

    After the movie, you and your aunt walked out of the theater, and no sooner did she get a call. You didn’t catch much of the conversation. Just a little.

    “Mmhmm. Yeah. Yes. Okay. I understand that, but- yes. I can be there. In a few. Do you mind if I…nevermind. I’ll be there.” She hung up and looked at you with an unspoken question. “Come on, (Y/N). I think…well, I think it’s about time I introduced you to some friends of mine.”

    Never could you have imagined what she meant.

    A few minutes in a cop car and you were there, an empty underpass. You got out of the car and looked up at the…familiar green van. Oh my God. No freaking way. This was not happening. But sure enough, your aunt rapped her fist against the car door and out they came. Raph, then Mikey, then Donnie, then Leo, whose blue eyes widened the moment he saw you standing there.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “I could ask you the same thing.”

    “Wait.” Your aunt looked between you and Leo a few times and suddenly it dawned on her. Boyfriend Leo was elusive after all, and with good reason. This was why you hadn’t introduced her to him yet, and it explained every description of him you had ever given her. “You two are…”

    “Aunt Becky, this is my boyfriend Leonardo.” You stated.

    “This is your aunt?!” Leo whisper-yelled. You only nodded.

    “Well, after everything I’ve heard about you, you appear to be quite the catch, Leo. Now, you treat my niece right or else. You hear?”

    “Of course, ma’am.” Leo nodded respectfully. His blue, blue eyes fixed themselves on you. “I wouldn’t dream of treating her any differently.”

    ***

    You and Leo was something Rebecca would have to get used to. But the gentle smiles, the heartfelt laughs, the quiet moments, the sight of you running into his muscular arms of him holding you against his plastron, it meant the world to see both of you happy. And more importantly, she knew he could protect you. She knew he would be good to you, treat you right.

    He was so careful with you, so gentle. He opened doors for you, pulled out your chair and pushed you in at every dinner. He helped you get things off of high shelves, grabbed your coat and your purse on your way out of the lair and/or your aunt’s apartment when the two of you went over for dinner, which was much more frequently now.

    Honestly, she was just excited to call him her nephew-in-law.

    How sure was she that the two of you were going to get married? Pretty sure. Leo had shown her the ring.