it was a fantastic movie though

anonymous asked:

How do you fall back in love with life?

  1. clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)
  2. pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.
  3. drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.
  4. read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
  5. your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
  6. listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  
  7. allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  
5

Fun fact: Prince was the original intended actor for the role of Ruby Rhod in ‘The Fifth Element.’ Above you will see the costume design for Prince drawn by Jean Paul Gautier. Upon meeting with Gaultier, Prince didn’t say a word but was amused. Prince thought the costume was “too effeminate” for him. Though, the real reason for Prince not taking the role had been tour date conflicts. Of course, the role would go to Chris Tucker; who did a fantastic job with the colorful character.🔥💎🔥

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10

“Your mother was a housewife! Why couldn’t you swallow your goddamn pride and just come home to her? You tell me why!”

I saw Guardians of the Galaxy 2 again today and noticed a bunch more things on the rewatch.

  • First of all I was expecting to be bored at least some of the time (I mean, I just saw it a little over a week ago), but I never, ever was, not even once. This movie uses every minute so well. (Unlike the first one, where most of the Ronon and Thanos scenes dragged horribly even the first time, and were completely skippable on a rewatch.)
  • I love how the end of the movie recontextualizes some of the earlier scenes. For example, Mantis’s misery and fear is so obvious when she first meets the gang, and in most of her scenes afterwards. The first time you watch it, her anxiety is easily read as nervousness around strangers. The second time, though, it’s such a gut-punch to see her standing behind Ego, wringing her hands, and knowing why.
  • Drax mistaking Yondu for Peter’s actual father is another of those fantastically recontextualized scenes. The first time, it’s funny, just a tossed-off joke. The second time, though … right in the feels. Because Drax, for the most part, doesn’t get the whole concept of people pretending to be something other than what they are. He watches Yondu and Peter interact with each other and he totally gets the actual relationship in a way even they don’t.
  • Speaking of which, there is some really brilliant editing in this movie. This time around, I noticed how it cut from Ego’s “I’m your dad, Peter” right to the first installment of Yondu’s storyline (which also involved interacting with his parental stand-in, Stakar). And none of the significance of this is clear if you don’t know the characters’ emotional context! You basically can only pick it up after having seen the movie once.  
  • The pacing on all the emotional arcs is so, so good. I didn’t even really notice, the first time around, how strong the Peter-Rocket arc is, from their fighting in the beginning, through Rocket not wanting to leave him on the planet, to their little moment of connection at the end.
  • I still can’t get over how this movie has eight major characters (not counting Ego; let’s not count Ego) and every single one of them has a) an emotional arc of their own, b) at least one strong platonic relationship arc with a beginning, middle, and end, and c) at least one scene in which they get to be awesome and do something important. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. Even the noncombatants. Even the baby!
  • The first time around, I didn’t really notice how brutal Gamora and Nebula’s fight is. @sheronm pointed out how incredibly OTT Gamora picking up the ship cannon is (in a way female characters rarely get to be) but the whole fight is like that: brutal, dirty, vicious, and not sexualized in the slightest. Speaking of which …
  • The only shirtless scenes in the whole movie are guys (Peter on the ship, and Yondu at the brothel). The closest the movie comes to a romance arc is Peter and Gamora flirting and dancing. I still adore how Mantis and Drax make it explicitly clear that they aren’t into each other in a sexual/romantic way, and yet the most important relationship either of them has in the movie is with each other, and he’s willing to die to save her in the end. The movie doesn’t completely ignore romantic love (the Peter/Gamora relationship is still important), and it is true that there are a few sexist jokes (like Peter hitting on the Sovereign queen – though he apologizes for it, which is a rare thing). But overwhelmingly, this is a movie that never dismisses its female characters to “love interest” or sexualizes them any more than the male characters are.
  • When I saw this movie the first time, I thought the soundtrack and use of music was better in the first movie, but now that I’ve seen them both back to back, I was so, so wrong. They both have great music, they both have some great musical scenes, but I think it’s mostly that the first movie has a faster, more actiony soundtrack, while the second movie has a slower, gentler, more emotional soundtrack that I didn’t fully appreciate at first. But in the first movie, the music is mostly a (well-done!) melodic accompaniment to the action, while in the second movie, the songs are very carefully fit to the scenes in which they occur – whether the important thing is the peppy/awful contrast (“Come a Little Bit Closer” over the murder montage), or the whole point is that the song is so terribly, cheesily on point (“Brandy”), or sometimes because the song fits the emotional tone of the scene in the best fanvid kind of way (“Father & Son”, or the repeated use of “The Chain” for the characters being separated and then coming all back together in Peter’s love-epiphany/Power of Friendship™ moment at the end).

It’s just sooo goooood. I really didn’t expect a bombastic, ridiculous musical comedy in space to genuinely be one of the best movies I’ve seen in ages.

So I just saw Get Out and this post will have no spoilers but holy shit, does it ever deserve its current perfect score on Rotten Tomatoes.

I’m not going to go on about its racial commentary aspects because I am white as hell and I figure it’s best if I leave that discussion up to POC, but it is just a fantastic horror film and a really well made movie and I highly endorse it.

Some thoughts:

  • I have only ever seen Allison Williams as Peter Pan before and so in my head, for the whole movie, she was Peter Pan
  • The cinematography is so GREAT and claustrophobic and that combined with the fabulous score just puts you so on edge and GAH
  • The preview makes it look like a racial Stepford Wives and it’s SO MUCH WORSE AND MORE DISTURBING, DAMN
  • But honestly though, I was actually the most unnerved during the setup than when things became a straight up horror film because at least then you could tell yourself “well this isn’t actually possible” but before that it’s like the microaggression equivalent of Chinese water torture and it’s so uncomfortable and cringe-worthy and the worst part is hearing shit like “I would have voted for Obama for a third term” or “my man” or “Is [the sex] really better?” and realizing you know people who would say that sort of thing and think they’re not racist at all and then you start to wonder if you’re that obnoxious and it’s almost a relief when things go to hell
  • Except it’s not a relief at all because HOLY SHIT THIS MOVIE
  • also the takeaway for white people here (other than don’t participate in human trafficking and racism) is probably that if you’re like Peter Pan and realizing your community is hella racist, the thing to do about it is not get privately frustrated but not actually stand up for your friends beyond incredulous looks at racist asshats, use your privilege for good, people
  • there is some comedy in this movie, and it’s great because it’s a Jordan Peele film, and it comes in exactly the right spots when you need a bit of levity or you might die of the tension, but it always felt like a proper horror film to me more than a horror comedy
  • the design of the hypnosis sequences are GORGEOUS
  • so there’s some gore in this movie but what you see is pretty much all surgical gore and any gory violence is just implied off screen, you only see blood as a result of violence
  • There’s no sexual violence in this movie, but there is human trafficking so that does imply that sexual violence is happening somewhere
  • There’s also an extended sequence of animal death where you don’t really see much but you hear the most awful pained cries
  • As far as I remember, there aren’t racial slurs or really explicit racist language (like “boy” or “you people” or calling the lead less than human or anything), but there is one scene that is very deliberately and painfully reminiscent of slavery auctions and there’s a lot of fetishizing of black (clothed) bodies by the white characters and casual dehumanization of black lives and at least in my perspective that made it even more uncomfortable and painful because these people probably are totally convinced they’re not at all racists and urgh
  • this movie made me like the TSA
  • like every single line of this movie has significance later, it’s really well-written
  • I know I said I wouldn’t comment on the commentary aspects much, but really, white people should see this movie, it points out a lot of microaggressions and makes you uncomfortable and it should
  • Daniel Kaluuya pretty much carries the movie in a lot of scenes and he’s great, I don’t know what his role in Black Panther is but I can’t wait to see more of him
Hold Me

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Raphael x Reader

Hold Me

Prompt: Could you write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄

You stared at your phone for a few long moments. You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you come over? Pretty, pretty please?

Yeah, why?

I’m looooonely. And booooored. And…I really need someone to cuddle with.

Do ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?

Pleeeeeaaaaaase?

The guys are gonna tease me.

Then don’t tell them.

Raph?

U there?

Idk if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…

Raaaaaaaaph.

Hush. I’m comin’. Give me a minute.

Yesssssss.

Dork.

You love it.

I know. Yer lucky I care.

I know.

You waited for the big buff turtle in red to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he shared. But God, you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst of all…you were human. A pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth. Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?

But nonetheless, he showed up at your window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to satisfy your craving for touch.

Three taps on the window signaled his arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.

“Well, you look cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.

“Picked out a movie for us.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“Fantastic Four.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?”

“Nope.”

“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”

“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn. Wanted it to be fresh.”

He watched you run off to the kitchen while he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was. And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he would break.

Every time he thought about you, his heart did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and callouses.

He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.

“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.

“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”

“Doing what right?”

“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”

“You’re doing fine.” You giggled. “Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”

“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.

***

“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity laid out before you.

“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let out a little breath of surprise.

“Why’s that?”

“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a guy like that?”

“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“The reasons previously stated, and also: you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”

“I ain’t soft.”

“Look at us right now.”

“Point taken.”

“And your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Umm…”

“And you’re super buff and brave, and you’ve saved the world like twice and-”

“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden silence.

“What?”

“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat ya right.”

“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”

“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.

“I. Love. You.”

“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I think that answers that question, boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.

Raphael decided in a single moment that your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he had you.

“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long pause.

“Well…we could pop in another movie and cuddle some more, or we could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a girlfriend.

“We’re goin’ to the lair.”

“That’s what I thought.”

In most movies and TV shows, if two people date, they’re both
very attractive. I love how Queenie and Jacob date and love each
other, even though Jacob isn’t your stereotypical hot guy. Queenie
still loves Jacob, and Jacob still loves Queenie; neither are “out of
each other’s league”. I wish more television programs and people could
remember this: it’s the PERSON that counts, not how hot they are.
Queenie and Jacob are a beautiful example of that!

(bought to you by @draqcnheartstrinq!)

Touch-Starved

Part II Part III Part IV

It shouldn’t be that surprising really. It wasn’t like the others spent that much time around him. (He couldn’t really blame them for that, it wasn’t like he was the most pleasant person in the world to spend time with).

And aside from them, who else was there? There weren’t that many people in the mindscape. So yeah, it shouldn’t be that surprising that Anxiety had never been hugged before.

And yet, even Logic, who was normally better about seeing the obvious, had seemed startled earlier, and maybe even concerned. Anxiety didn’t get it. It wasn’t like it was a big deal or anything. So he hadn’t ever been hugged before, so what? He got on perfectly fine without any unnecessary physical contact. Really.

The whole thing had come out over breakfast. Morality, in an attempt to get the others to open up and talk more, had asked Logic what he’d been studying recently. More than eager to show off his knowledge, Logic had enthusiastically described in detail the articles he had been reading about scientific studies on physical contact.

“It has now been definitively proven that we need physical contact to stay healthy,” Logic had babbled, leaning forward to engage Morality, who was listening in what seemed like genuine interest.

“So what you’re saying is that hugs are good for you?” Morality had asked excitedly.

“Yes, actually they’re extremely beneficial,” Logic had replied. “They’re the exact kind of positive contact needed to maintain emotional and physical well-being.”

That was when Anxiety had snorted, getting the attention of not only Morality and Logic, but Prince as well, looking up from his cereal.

“Is there something you find funny, Anxiety?” Logic had asked, one hand going to adjust his glasses.

Anxiety had rolled his eyes.

“I just find it all a bit ridiculous,” he had drawled. “I mean, really? We need hugs to survive? That just sounds like bullshit. And besides, even if it were true, it’s not like it applies to us. We’re not exactly normal humans.”

“Awww, c’mon, kiddo,” Morality had pouted. “Even you have to admit that hugs make you feel good, all warm and safe.”

Anxiety had huffed. “I don’t need to try out that touchy-feely stuff to know that this theory’s bullshit.”

“You can’t just dismiss the science behind this!” Logic had sputtered, having looked more and more outraged as Anxiety spoke. But before Anxiety could reply to that, he had been cut off by Prince.

“Try it out… Anxiety, have you ever been hugged before?”

The question had hung in the air, the other three turning to look at Anxiety.

Feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Anxiety had just shrugged. “It’s how I knew this whole thing was bullshit, I seem to be doing just fine.”

“Oh, kiddo,” Morality had whispered, sounding heart-broken for some reason.

Not wanting to stick around and deal with the weird atmosphere that has settled over them, Anxiety had just muttered, “It’s not a big deal, Morality,” and ducked out.

He still didn’t get why the others had seemed so horrified. It wasn’t a big deal. Still he was sure they’d get over it. Hell, they’d probably already dismissed it. And by this time tomorrow, it would be forgotten entirely.

Back in the kitchen

“He’s never been hugged before. How did we not know that?” Logan asked, stunned.

“Well he does tend to kept to himself,” Prince pointed out, sounding uneasy. “I-I can’t say I ever really thought about this whole thing really, but I suppose I just assumed that Morality had hugged him at some point.”

“I should have” Morality whimpered, his head in his hands. “I noticed that he tended to shy away from me, and I decided to wait for him to come to me. But that was a mistake. I should have been the one to reach out.”

“We all should have,” Logan sighed. Then with a disturbing thought beginning to form in his mind, he continued, slowly. “Actually, just setting aside the hug matter for now, when was the last time you can remember Anxiety getting any form of physical contact? A handshake, a pat on the back, anything?”

The other two paused, obviously thinking hard.

“I, well, I remember clapping him on the shoulder a few weeks ago,” Morality replied, now sounding even more horrified than before. “He’d fetched something for me, but I can’t really remember anything else.”

“We held hands in the Valentine’s Day video,” Prince said hesitantly. “That’s about it though.”

A frown formed on Logan’s face. “Then it’s as I feared,” he said gravely. “Anxiety is likely extremely touch-starved at this point.” Seeing that Morality looked to be on the verge of tears, he hastily continued, “But that can be fixed!”

“Of course we’ll fix it,” Prince stated confidently, “Princess Pessimism and I may not always get along that well, but that doesn’t mean I wish him harm, and from what you were saying earlier, Logic, this is doing him harm.”

“You’re right,” Morality sniffed, sounding a little better. “We will make this better. I’m going to give him all the hugs.”

“That might not be the best idea just yet,” Logan cautioned sharply. “Given the severity and duration of Anxiety’s touch-starvation, even a small amount of physical contact may seem overwhelming right now. It’s better to start small and work our way up to larger gestures of physical affection such as hugs.”

Morality nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

“What do we do if he pulls away?” Prince broke in, “Should we let him?”

“Yes, I think so,” Logan replied. “We don’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he pulls away, let him, just be prepared to keep offering the physical contact. Once he starts relaxing and accepting the smaller gestures, we will start offering larger ones, and so on.”

“It’s a plan.” Morality replied, looking more determined than Logan had seem him in a long while. Yes, they had made a terrible mistake in overlooking the youngest of the sides, but they were going to fix it.

The next morning, Anxiety slipped into the kitchen. He had ended up spending the previous day hanging out in his room and watching Netflix, which had been fun, but he was also pretty hungry at this point.

“Good morning, kiddo,” Morality called out cheerfully. “Logan’s making omelets, so can you help me set the table?”

“Sure,” Anxiety mumbled, wanting to get at the food as quickly as possible. He was starving.

Silently, he began to lay out silverware, as Morality got the plates and cups. It didn’t take them long to finish.

“Thanks, Anxiety,” Morality said, and then reached out and ruffled his hair?

A little startled, Anxiety moved back, staring at Morality in bewilderment. But the other side seemed oblivious to his confusion, only humming cheerfully as he sat down. He didn’t have too long to dwell on it though, as Logic came out of the kitchen with the food.

Once Prince had finally deigned to join them, they began eating. Anxiety ate silently, letting the others do the talking. When he was finished he went and put his plate in the sink, but before he could leave the kitchen completely, Logic grabbed his hand.

“Wait, before you go,” he said, pulling Anxiety closer, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me troubleshoot some plans for working on the next videos. You have a knack for spotting potential problems.”

“Uhhh,” Anxiety was having trouble responding. Did-did Logic realize he was still holding Anxiety’s hand? “Um, sure,” he finally stammered out.

Logic gave him a small smile. “Excellent,” he said briskly. “I have the plans laid out in my room.”

With that he tugged on their joined hands once more, towing Anxiety behind him. Anxiety could only follow along helplessly, still not really sure what was going on.

At the end of the day, Anxiety was ready to crawl under the covers and hope the world made more sense in the morning. Things had been slightly off all day. It wasn’t anything drastic, but Morality and Logic seemed to be paying slightly more attention to him than usual. It was just different enough to throw him off balance. He hadn’t seen Prince though, so that at least was normal.

But apparently he’d spoken too soon, because that was when Prince popped up.

“Ah, Anxiety, excellent. I was just looking for you.”

Anxiety only looked at him in askance. Why?

Prince seemed to catch his silent question because he elaborated. “I need you to help me convince Morality and Logic to host a Disney movie marathon tonight.”

“And you wanted my help” Anxiety said flatly. “Really?”

Prince rolled his eyes. “If we work together and both request it, it will surprise them enough to agree. Also I promise we’ll watch The Black Cauldron first if you help.”

“….Fine,” Anxiety replied after a moment of silence. It wasn’t a terrible deal.

“Fantastic,” Prince cheered, and then hooked his arm through Anxiety’s. “Come, I believe they’re in the common area.”

Anxiety moved on autopilot, his brain hyper-focused on the fact that Prince was right there. In his personal space. He could feel their shoulders pressed together. He couldn’t figure out Prince’s intentions though. He was chattering on and on about the movie marathon, not seeming care about their closeness in the slightest. Anxiety let it go. It didn’t mean anything. He was just getting paranoid.

Anxiety enjoyed the movie night, but he made sure to sit in an armchair away from the others, still slightly wary of their intentions. But nothing else seemed to be happening that night, so he relaxed and enjoyed the movies, even allowing himself to sing a little under his breath.

But then the next morning, the weirdness was back. While Anxiety still had time and space to himself, it felt like every other moment one of the others was there, pulling him along to go and do something. Eventually, he snapped.

“What the fuck is going on.” he snarled at Logic, who had asked to him to help with the grading of papers of all things.

“What do you mean, Anxiety?” Logic said, tilting his head. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You and the others have been acting all,” here Anxiety flailed, looking for the appropriate word. “Weird,” he finally said, looking suspiciously at Logic. “Seriously, what are you trying to do?”

The other side raised an eyebrow. “I would have thought it was obvious,” he replied.

“Well, it’s not,” Anxiety snapped, “so start talking.”

“Very well,” Logan said. “We, as a group, have recently become aware of a problem we had previously overlooked and are now endeavoring to fix it. Namely, your touch-starvation.”

Anxiety’s face grew hot. He’d thought they’d forgotten about that. “I don’t have a problem,” he said, “And I don’t need you trying to hug me.”

“Don’t worry,” Logic replied, infuriatingly calm. “We have no intention of trying to hug you right now. We can tell you’re not ready for that level of physical affection.”

Anxiety’s face felt like it was on fire now. Who the hell did he think he was saying stuff like this. But before he could tell Logic off, the other side stepped forward, and much to Anxiety’s astonishment, placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Anxiety,” he said gently, one of his hands coming up to cradle Anxiety’s head. “I know it seems like a lot right now, but that’s why we’re taking it slow.”

Anxiety couldn’t reply, all of his thoughts were centered on the fingers now scritching at his scalp. It didn’t feel bad, it was kind of soothing actually. But at the same time, it was overwhelming. Logic seemed to understand though, as after one last scritch, he pulled his hand back.

“We’re going to fix this,” he said, holding Anxiety’s gaze. “I promise.“

Not knowing how to reply to that, Anxiety fled, but he could still feel Logic’s eyes following him as he went, and the ghost of Logic’s fingers running through his hair, burning like fire.

Underrated DreamWorks Movies

You know, when someone mentions DreamWorks, the first couple of movies that pop into a lot of people minds are Kung Panda, How to Train Your Dragon, and Shrek. It makes sense why most people think of these three films since they are considered to be DreamWorks most successful movies. However, there are actually a lot of good DreamWorks movies that I never see anyone talk about which I find very disappointing. There are so many great DreamWorks movies like:

Flushed Away

Originally posted by dreamworksmoments

 A comedic movie in which a pampered rat named Rodney is sent to the sewers and must team up with a no nonsense female adventurer named Rita in order to get back home. What’s great about this movie is that even though the main character Rodney have been pampered, he’s not some rich snobbish jerk who thinks he’s better than everyone else. He can be goofy, excitable, a klutz, and somewhat socially awkward due to spending so much time by himself. He and Rita have great chemistry together and form a great bond that is also hinting at the romantic feelings they are developing for each other. The movie also has one of the most unique animations I have ever seen in an animated movie. It seems to be a combination of digital animation and stop motion, something that really helps the film stand apart from other

Megamind

Originally posted by bonecarvers

 A movie that is told from the view point of a very likable villain named Megamind who questions what is he supposed to do with his life since he seems to have defeated his arch nemesis. I love how Megamind is a total genius but is also a goofball and decided to become a super villain since he is good at being bad, and it’s fun. Despite it being a comedy parody of superhero movies, it actually has some good drama in it. Megamind goes through a character arc as he realizes that he doesn’t need to be a villain. When it comes to animated movies about a super villain you always hear people talk about Despicable Me, but I personally think Megamind is much better.  

Wallace & Gromit the Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Originally posted by sandowkm

 With all the people out there who love the show and claymation, it’s crazy how no one talks about how Wallace and Gromit made it to the big screen back in 2006. While I wouldn’t rank it as a comedy movie, it does set itself up to be a very fun and intriguing mystery movie that revolves around a mysterious giant rabbit lurking the town. The great thing about this movie is that it sticks to the source material instead of trying to be all hip and modern. The personalities of Wallace and Gromit are handled perfectly, the animation is incredibly smooth, and it’s full of new characters that you’ll either like or get a laugh out of. There’s even a very entertaining intense plane chase involving Gromit and the villain dog that is fun to watch.

Rise of the Guardians

Originally posted by orchid-bud

AKA, the holiday Avengers. Seriously, I don’t get why more people don’t talk about this movie cause it’s such a genius idea! I mean it’s a movie about magical legends fighting against the Boogeyman that is filled with fantastic fight scenes, likable characters, comedic moments, and some very good drama. The main lead is Jack Frost, a thousand-year-old legend he actually feels very alone since no kids can see him since no one believes in him like they do with the other legends like Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy. Throughout the movie though, we see him bond with the other guardians, learn to work as part of a team, and also learn who he was before he became Jack Frost. All the characters really just bounce off of each other, and the Boogeyman known as Pitch comes off as an intimidating villain who has a solid reason as to why he is trying to cause so much misery.

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Just so you know: I was at the premiere night of the #FantasticBeasts in Moscow. But I kept silent all this time, because, well…

I’ve been following the works of Colin Farrell for a rather long while, because, let’s face it, he is a very good actor - yet somehow I’ve never attempted painting him. I kept silent because the monster in me who is always hungry for information was bombarded with tons of various content my feeds provided. The monster consumed. The monster analysed. The monster now has its headcanons and points of view, that don’t really matter.

What matters is that Colin Farrell is both a professional whom I respect, the only person whose sex video helped me overcome a few of my own psychological issues (I’m being quite serious here, you have no idea how helpful that was), and a very complex person.

The latter is mostly based off my perception of his range of movements, because boy did I have the references to study. But then I’m just a Russian insomniac who remembers people by the sound and the motion they produce, so that might just be me noticing things that might not even be there in the first place.

I’m not exactly sure why I’m writing this at 4 AM, but Moscow is covered in snow, and some Russian guys from my playlist are nervously singing about people choosing not to die young, and I’m thinking of smoking and re-reading Dostoyevsky and Philip K. Dick. That’s not some basic fan reactions, but then - I’ve never had a proper fangirling moment over anyone except Rickman and Dance, so there you go.

Oh, and one last thing…

I started the top image as a simple sketch. But now I see Rick Deckard in there, and this makes me feel hollow, because I never planned for this to happen. Howling on the moon while being sober is somehow too relevant.

I just really like how Wonder Woman was played throughout the film just as a whole.

For as much as it’s being hyped as “Female Superhero Movie!” and “Female Director!” (and those are good things, don’t get me wrong!) the actual movie doesn’t hammer in the fact that Look, she’s a woman! Doing cool things! again and again, it only shows us Diana doing those Cool Things.

It would have been so easy to do, especially in a 1910s setting when women still didn’t have the right to vote, to have reiterated how Strong and Empowered Diana is verbally the whole time and have her reassert her agency. Instead Diana shows us her agency because she just assumes it’s never even questioned, and the idea that a woman couldn’t do what she can never crosses anyone’s mind, especially her own.

When she crosses No Man’s Land, there’s no line of “I am no man!” even though that is definitely the intended stealth pun. Because this movie knows we’re not stupid and don’t need that spelled out for us.

And that was fantastic.

Do you ever think about how JK was like “I know to much about Newt even though he wasn’t really a part of hp.” so she writes a tiny handbook. Then this tiny handbook becomes a 5 film movie franchise. 

So then I go and see it. And I fall in love with Newt. 

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard

And Tina. 

Originally posted by magiesmith

And Queenie.

Originally posted by queeniexjacob

 And Jacob. 

Originally posted by finlaymacmillan

And all of Newts beasts. 

Originally posted by hogwatslife

And then I’m like NEWTINA!!!! 

Originally posted by madelienepotter

And it’s all because JK developed the character of the author of Harry’s first year textbook just a little too much. And that’s makes me happy.

dumb zen headcanons no one asked for but i’m giving anyways:

  • his wallpaper is a photo of mc that they hate but he adores because they look good at every angle to him
    • “hey, what time is it?” yoosung asks zen. zen pulls out his phone and looks at the time, and then mc as his lockscreen. “it’s time to see the love of my life.”
      yoosung never found out the time from zen.
  • sometimes when he forgets to do something stupid like put the laundry in the dryer because he got distracted by working out he tries to get out of it with fish shaped bread
  • other times he needs to resort just picking mc up in an constricting bear hug and not let go until they forgive him
  • he loves acting, don’t get him wrong, but he always wants to spend time with mc and complains like a baby that he doesn’t want to go. 
    • sometimes he just wants them to go with him to rehearsal so he complains extra though
  • he spends like three years in the shower and forgets someone lives with him now, but mc adjusted quickly and just hops in the shower with him if they want to use it
  • zen is 100% that boyfriend who throws his sweater at mc at lightning speed if there’s too much tiddy showing because that’s his 
    • sometimes he gets hit right back with it though because it’s hot as hell outside so get over it zenny 
  • loves the shit out of disgustingly cheesy and fluffy nicholas sparks type movies and nothing will stop him from consuming this media but everyone knew this
  • mc called him out for always asking them if they ate and never eating himself so they go out to eat a lot because neither of them are Fantastic at cooking (stir fry doesn’t count, zen.)
  • they call it date night so it sounds more appealing because zen is never super enthusiastic to end his workout early or at home rehearsal
  • when he really isn’t budging he can be convinced by ear grabs
  • his form of pda is sneaky kisses and hand holding though. despite what most people think he isn’t actually super handsy and in your face about relationships, but he does really enjoy the small things they do when out together.  and because he wasn’t raised in the fucking woods, even tho he calls himself the beast.
    • mc could be looking at something in a store and he’ll sneak up behind them to drop a sloppy kiss on their cheek, or maybe just tap their shoulders and wait until they turn their head for a real kiss
  • definitely the type to swing hands when walking with mc. he goes out of his way to do it too, it doesn’t matter if whatever he’s carrying is too much for one arm; he wants to hold mc’s hand and he will do anything to do it.
  • he probably likes hand holding mostly because it’s the nicest way to tell the whole world that they’re his without being too overbearing, bless the man
  • Fantastic Beasts: First, the entire set up for the movies is cultural appropriation and racism and other shit like that!
  • Fantastic Beasts: THEN we'll announce that we're going to have a story about how a gay man lost his morals when he had a crush, so he stopped being gay to make himself a good person!
  • Fantastic Beasts: AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF WE'RE CASTING AN ABUSER IN THE MOVIES!

Fantastic Beasts was really good in that it was like watching two different but equally interesting movies that had a weird crossover section at the end. 

There was ‘cute british man child and animal friends take new york’ 

and ‘pain: the gay ghost story’