more of that scene with kyle

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Elphaba “move i’m non-binary” Thropp

Rewriting Wicked: Wickedly Queer (2/?)

anonymous asked:

Please oh please do more catwoman and Robin art. I love the cuteness between Damian and her! Would love to see more!

sORRY THIS IS LONG, there’s scenes missing bc i didn’t want to make it even longer, but u can probably infer dami can’t resist a cute animal and selina loves playing w/ batsy and his kids… isis is from btas, but i think they would bond over their love of animals, catmama to the rescue when a lone bird is on patrol

anonymous asked:

Could you write a one-shot with pre-death Kyle Spencer with the line "Guys like you don't even look at girls like me" with shy!reader please? Thank you so much!!

(This was more of a prompt than a one-shot)


“Leave me alone, Kyle!” You call behind you as you leave the library, walking down the steps as quick as you can. You don’t want to cause a scene and you really don’t like that everyone is watching you as you walk away from Kyle Spencer, but you have no other choice. You just want to go back to your accommodation. 

“Why won’t you just go out with me? What’s stopping you?” You stop on the pavement because you know he’s just going to keep following you if you don’t and at least this way he’s in front of you and the two of you aren’t yelling at each other. People are less inclined to stare when you don’t yell and it makes you more comfortable when they don’t stare. You hat being the centre of attention.

“Guys like you don’t even look at girls like me”

“What?”

“I’m not a party girl, Kyle…i’m just a shy book worm…”

“I want to go on a date with you. I’m looking at you right now aren’t I?”

“Kyle…”

“Just…think about it?” You nod before walking away. He’s right. He noticed you. But part of you is terrified that it’s all some elaborate joke and that’s honestly the last thing you want right now.

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Green Lantern Corps Vol. 2 #20  - Aka. the one where Guy and Kyle move to Oa to open a bar together

I just discovered something sad...

Well the fan service of creek sure knows how to distract us from reality. But there’s something I suddenly noticed about Craig and those guys…… Isn’t it weird as soon as episode six is over we see no sign of Clyde and Token around Tweek and Craig? I know it seems like a coincidence at first…

So let’s look at before.

Before Token had no trouble sitting next to Craig but look at his reaction to the thought of Craig being gay.

Now we all remember that Token isn’t really one to approve of gay guys especially in his group.

And we all have it burned to our memories to how Tweek x Craig ended.

But again look at Token’s reaction. Not only is he shock but it also looks like signs of disapproval.

Now lets go strait to episode 7 and look at who is sitting where.

Isn’t that a little strange how Token and Clyde are scattered AWAY from Tweek and Craig? But again we can write this off as a coincidence

But what about when all the boys were playing ninja with Kenny and Token?

Clyde and Token are here but where’s Tweek and Craig? Usually when the boys get together to play, it’s usually a must have for Craig to be part of the fun. Maybe Token intentionally didn’t invite the two.

I mean we all remember his reaction when he heard Cartman calling ninjas gay

He was immediately offended. Now again the writers could of just decided not to write Tweek and Craig in because they just had a big episode.

But there is more to this and this is where the fan service is distracting.

Remember this scene? Well don’t you find it strange that Tweek and Craig are no where near Token and Clyde?

I mean they’re way over hear behind Butters!

I found that very odd, so maybe that hint wasn’t that they’re ads (duh) but maybe it was a hint to Craig and those guys relationship right now.

Cause when the fight starts between Stan and Kyle it suddenly zooms to Craig and Tweek

But not long after it also zooms to Clyde and Token who are egging on the fight from the other side.

So now the last evidence to Craig and those guys shattered relationship.

Now look you’re immediately drawn to Craig and Tweek holding hands but then you don’t realize that the once best friends don’t pay any mind to each other not a glance or even a wave.

So if you’re still not convinced.  Here’s this.

Now why would Trey and Matt put extra effort to make that gap between Craig and Token? I mean everyone else including Stan and Kyle (who had a rough fight not to long ago) are at a some-what close distance. While Craig and Token have extra space.

So what exactly happened between Token and Craig? Because it seems like they’re the ones fighting while Tweek naturally take his boyfriend’s side while Clyde sticks with Token.

So maybe this will lead to an interesting episode next year. We won’t know for sure in till than.

Either way it’s sad to see our other favorite group of boys separated because Token is homophobic.

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Now, more than a quarter of a century later, it’s back. Starting Sunday, May 21, a new, 18-hour chapter of “Twin Peaks” will begin on Showtime, this time with only Mr. Lynch in the director’s seat and much of the original cast returning. Photo Kyle MacLachlan in the show. Credit Suzanne Tenner/Showtime Production for the revival, which took eight months, has been tightly wrapped, but Mr. Lynch described it as “exactly like a feature film.” Most of the cast members interviewed for this article said they received scripts for only their scenes and were forbidden to discuss their roles with journalists (or one another).

How ‘Twin Peaks’ Got Lost, and Found Its Way Back - The New York Times

Is Tweek a Homosexual? An Analysis on Tweek’s Sexuality

After spending months discussing these topic in either fragments or in private chats, I decided to make one huge post that makes it clear where I stand on whether or not Tweek is gay and why I feel that way. If it seems as if I’m putting way to much effort into this one post, that’s because this is a subject that, as I mentioned already, I find myself returning to repeatedly so I want to get everything out there in one go. 

The short answer: Yes, Tweek is probably gay.

Bebe’s  Boobs Destroy Society

Surprise. It actually wasn’t Tweek x Craig that kicked this topic off. The episode that many people reference when explaining why they firmly believe Tweek is gay actually aired 14 years ago! Tweek’s sexuality came into question among observant viewers after the season 6 episode “Bebe’s Boobs Destroy Society” aired. I’ve made a post joking about Tweek’s noticeable disinterest in Bebe throughout that episode. (Shameless plug to a past post)

Besides the two scenes mentioned in that post, there are two more that stand out.

  • When Cartman showers Bebe in praise in the above scene, Stan and Kyle agree to what he is saying and that Bebe should be invited into the group. Tweek, on the other hand, says nothing. 
  • Despite being there to invite Bebe to throw rocks at vehicles, Tweek does not show up later on to do so. 

The amount of inconsistency he shows in his behavior towards Bebe that NO OTHER BOY SHOWS (ESPECIALLY with how he had a delayed reaction at one point) in this episode strongly implies he was playing into a herd mentality. I can look over one scene as an animation error. But FOUR different scenes?

Also, if his disinterest had been any more blatant, it is unlikely he would have gotten by without being questioned by the other boys, putting the writers into a position where they might have felt obligated to address the issue in an upcoming episode since Tweek was a main character at the time. This is just some speculation on my part, but maybe they did intend to return to the subject had Tweek remained in the spotlight for longer than he did?

More on Tweek and his Lack of Interest in Girls

Bebe and her boobs aside, Tweek doesn’t seem to care much for girls in general. As of season 20, Tweek is the only boy never confirmed to have had a girlfriend or romantic interactions with at least one girl in general. The only time Tweek expresses “interest” in a girl was when Clyde showed him a photoshopped picture of Lisa in “The Hobbit”. But, similar to the situation he was in with Bebe, if Tweek had responded in any other way than he did after Clyde directly addressed him (obviously fishing for compliments), his sexuality would have been called into question by the other students since Lisa’s photo was edited to be the perfect example of conventional attractiveness. Lisa herself would have most likely made damn sure to out him as gay if he had not feigned interest considering how narcissistic and defensive the picture had made her. And she was RIGHT THERE when Clyde showed Tweek the picture. Him not acting impressed with the subject of the photo actually being there in person would have came across as insulting to both Clyde and Lisa.

Most closeted homosexuals would have done the same as Tweek to avoid potential problems. Here’s something else to consider about this scene. Tweek does not actually directly call Lisa attractive. He just calls Clyde lucky. While the others directly comment on Lisa’s appearance. Jimmy even goes as far as saying he’d have sex with her. 

Speaking of not calling girls attractive, later on in that same episode, the boys go through the edited pictures of their female classmates.

While the other boys each have something to say about which girl they think is the hottest, Tweek, just like he did in the diner when Cartman, Kyle and Stan were praising Bebe, stands there saying absolutely nothing. Again, no male character besides Tweek has shown so little attraction to girls throughout the series. 


Tweek and Boys

Okay. So there is plenty suggesting Tweek doesn’t like girls. But that doesn’t automatically mean he cares for boys much either. Asexuality is a thing. 

While I could reference him commenting on Mr. Mackey’s ass (Sexual Harassment Panda) and being one of the people up front to see what is obviously Randy dancing around in a dress  (”#HappyHolograms”), let’s skip the side stuff and dive straight into the episode that gave us the first official gay relationship among the kids: “Tweek x Craig”. 

First off, Tweek doesn’t deny the specific accusation of being gay nearly as much as Craig. In fact, we never see him denying the accusations at all until Craig jumps in on the accusations as well (”But we’re not (gay)! At least I’M not!”). 

I believe these two scenes best sum of Tweek’s sexuality crisis. In the first scene, he doesn’t bother denying being gay until prompted to by Craig. Until that point, he had an expression of uncertainty. As if he was in deep thought. The most likely reason? Upon his sexuality finally being directly questioned by others (through attempts to hook him up with the boy considered the most attractive by the girls no less!), he’s either:

  • Connecting the dots and realizing he actually IS gay
  • Already well aware that he is gay and trying to decide on which coarse of action he should take now that he’s being forced out of the closet

Considering the emotional maturity combined with the low self-esteem Tweek showed in this episode, I think the second option is the most likely one. He was most likely a closeted homosexual. 

The second picture further shows Tweek is not really opposed to being with someone of the same sex by having two male dolls set up in a kissing position set off to the side. 

Before I move on to the later half of the episode, I would like to point out that Cupid Me skipped over Tweek. Assuming he’s Cartman’s imagination, this means Cartman might have already kinda picked up Tweek’s not straight. If Cupid Me isn’t just part of his imagination…do I really need to say what the implications of the homosexual personification of love not feeling that Tweek needs an arrow are?

I find the dialogue of this scene to be pretty telling. Tweek most likely tapped into his real emotions to pull this scene off so well. Those emotions being his frustration with Craig ASSUMING he knows what Tweek wants and making the decision to try and ruin any potential romantic development. Craig handled this situation REALLY badly to say the least and came off as insensitive to what Tweek may have wanted by putting his own feelings first and assuming Tweek shared those feelings. He didn’t realize how inconsiderate he was being. Tweek, being a nervous wreck with low self esteem, couldn’t find the nerve to directly object to what he was doing and repressed his own feelings. He bubbled up those feelings only for them to come pouring out in this scene as REALLY good acting which, along with Craig’s earlier support, gave him a huge boost in self esteem. 

Later on, with a new found confidence, Tweek was able to be honest about his feelings and tell Craig how much he and his support meant to him. Only to be rejected, something that clearly hurt him. 

Eventually Craig changes his mind and they get together. And while there is a lot of subjective in the analysis for this episode. This look of complete admiration could not be described as anything else.

Tweek, objectively speaking, has shown, by far, the least interest in girls of the male students. Not Cartman. DEFINITELY not Butters. TWEEK. The ONLY character he has pursued is MALE

Tweek is most likely the source of homosexual representation among the students.

13x17

Patients:

Elsie and Lewis- Massively important role in the episode. Got the kids excited about learning surgery stuff, got devastating news about a brain bleed, revealed they’d been married for 60 years to a couple that barely made it 60 days, and their other parallel was for Stephanie to question (between Elsie and Kyle dying) why surgeons even fucking bother in the first place if Shonda is just going to kill ‘em all anyway. if they have no control.

Maggie’s Mama- Lied to Maggie about having a boob job. “Maggie’s mom has got it goin’ on, she’s all I wa-” Sorry, back in the room. Turns out she actually has breast cancer and she and Avery kept it from Maggie. Maggie’s pissed and hurt, and wants to know everything, obviously. Looks like this is going to be the main storyline for next week.

Doctors:

Omelia- Wishful thinking: I have been hoping that Amelia was not pregnant but I think I’m out of luck. The green substance, recent episode evidence, but mainly that chat in the stairwell. Amelia basically asked whether he was willing to stick around for a baby that might not fit into his dream ‘normal’ family. He finally pushed her and she really, really, pushed back. That Cristina suffocating comment- woah.

Griggs- Pretty cute scenes. Meredith is playing hard to get, slash being a working mother. She tells him to give her a reason to go out with him. Derek Shepherd would have kissed her right there and then but she’s not [insert age, fuck knows given the Grey’s timeline, here] anymore and it’s going to take more than that. Apparently Riggs did good but feelings are that Maggie will shit on that next week.

Arizona and Webber- Omelia need to watch their scene about needing time. The whole episode concept revolved around time and Webber very simply asked to have more of it. Marvellous. Use your words people.

Ben and Bailey- Give us one 20-second angst-free scene of Benley a week and it keeps everyone happy.

Stephanie- Sees what Elsie is going through, sees how not even 60 years is enough time, let alone what she had with Kyle. Breaks down when Elsie dies and some absolute moose by the name of DeLuca decides to shit on everything and says he thinks he’s in love with Jo. Stop. Just stop.

Summary:

I can’t handle old cute couples who die or live or laugh or love or do anything remotely resembling movement as the cracks in my cynical heart start appearing and I have to admit I care. Ugh. Grey’s Anatomy won this week!

‘Gotham': Alfred Talks Cats and Knives With Bruce Wayne in New Clip (Exclusive Video)

Fox’s Baby Batman series “Gotham” has been off the air for a few months while “24: Legacy” occupied its Monday time slot — but the “24” reboot has ended and “Gotham” will be taking over your Monday nights once again starting April 24.

To help get you ready for the madness to come, we’ve got an exclusive clip from Monday’s episode. In it, we see young Bruce Wayne (David Mazouz) continuing his training with Alfred (Sean Pertwee), who’s teaching him how to throw knives at an apple.

But it’s not all fun and knives, as Alfred reveals that a certain someone Bruce has a crush on has left a note in the mailbox asking for him to meet. Will Bruce accept this offer of a liaison? To find out, you’ll have to watch the show on Monday.

Also Read: ‘Gotham’: Will Barbara Kean Become Harley Quinn?

Now, here’s some context to remember as “Gotham” comes back from its hiatus. When last we saw Bruce, he was doing battle with the recently resurrected Jerome Valeska (Cameron Monaghan), who had reclaimed his face and gone on a Gotham City-wide rampage with his huge anarchist following. They took over an amusement park, tossed businessmen in water pools filled with piranhas, etc. The good guys won, of course, and Jerome ended up at Arkham.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Selina Kyle (Camren Bicondova) had a big falling out over Bruce’s stubborn insistence on being a stuck-up rich person and Selina’s stubborn insistence on hating rich people — or more specifically how Bruce decided to pay off a con artist who had pulled a scheme with Selina’s mom on Selina.

And in the shadows, there’s the Court of Owls — the secret society of old Gotham families who runs the city from behind the scenes. The Court is currently enlisting the services of Bruce’s doppelgänger that Huge Strange (BD Wong) had created in his secret lab back in season 2. So, maybe, until Selina shows her face we shouldn’t take the note Alfred brings up in this clip at, ahem, face value.

“Gotham” airs at 8 p.m. Eastern on Monday night.

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Prompt #32: kitty

This prompt idea hit me while I was at work. Don’t know why or how but I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy! Again, this is mature and grown folks eyes only. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. *wink* Enjoy! 

Ahsha tapped her index finger against the mouse. Decisions, decisions. The thought of Derek screwing her while she was suspended in the air, made the insides of her thighs quiver. She imagined it, so much that she could feel his hands running over her heated skin. She felt his lips grazing her ears and massaging the tender skin on her neck. His thick fingers traveling down her abs, making their way to the top of her La Perla parties.

Now he was whispering in her ear. Talking about how hard he was going to fuck her and how many times he’d make her cum. Now she was beginning to work up a sweat and-

“Baby, you okay,” a deep voice bellowed. Ahsha’s eyes shot open and landed on her husband, who was giving her a worried stare.

“Huh-oh,” the dancer slammed her laptop shut. “Daydreaming.”

“Looked like you had fallen asleep with your head up, to me,” Derek replied, placing his bags by the closet before making his way over to his wife. “Hey beautiful,” he crooned, pecking Ahsha’s lips.

They had been Miami living for 3 years now. The move was a big step in their relationship and had brought them closer. In Miami, they were making new memories, plus eventually starting a family.

Neither one of them knew anyone in Miami, so they were forced to build a stronger bond. “Hey,” Ahsha grinned, pulling Derek into another kiss. “How was Oklahoma?”

“Hot as hell. With it being August, it feels like you’re walking inside an oven there,” Derek replied, pulling his shoes off and sitting on the bed beside his wife. “Everything run smoothly while I was gone? How was your appointment?”

“Doc says I’m good to go,” the dancer nodded, earning a smile from her husband. This was opening up yet another new chapter for them. After 3 years of marriage, they were finally ready to start a family.

“That’s good to hear,” Derek cheesed, his emotions all over the place. Ever since their wedding, he had been looking forward to starting a family with Ahsha. He hoped for a big family, though Ahsha insisted that he give her the chance to have one baby first.

“Mmmmmhhhm,” she hummed, thinking about the order waiting on her confirmation. They would have a lot of fun ‘trying’ to get pregnant.

“Maybe we can try after I get out of the shower,” Derek winked, kissing Ahsha’s cheek before jumping off the bed. Of course, he couldn’t help but tease his wife, by throwing his shirt in Ahsha’s direction while he stepped into their master bathroom.

Two Days Later

Living in Miami, meant occasional visits from Kyle, who had fallen in love with the city. Though she still lived in California, she no longer danced for the Devil Girls. Dealing with Jelena as an owner wasn’t easy. That wasn’t a surprise because she was hard to deal with as a captain and teammate.

The two friends were riding around in Ahsha’s new red BMW convertible on the busy Miami streets.

“I could get used to this life,” Kyle sighed, throwing her head back as her hair blew in the wind. “Ya’ll can adopt me, ya know. I promise to not lift a finger to help cook or clean, but I’m good company,” Kyle beamed. “Since you two haven’t given me a niece or nephew yet.”

Ahsha rolled her eyes. Between Kyle and her parents, everyone wanted a baby. Sloane barely waited two months after they were married to ask if her only child was expecting. Derek had been wanting children since their wedding night and he would have been fine if she gave birth the next day. Ahsha wanted to enjoy marriage as two before bringing a child into their lives. Plus, with both still growing in their careers, she wanted to get settled. Though you could never be completely ready for children, the new wife just didn’t want to rush it and Derek was perfectly fine with that. After three years, he understood why Ahsha didn’t want to rush but now he was more than ready.

“We are trying if that cools your nerves,” Ahsha replied, a smirk on her face as she thought of her next statement. “Which brings me to this. What do you think about sex toys?”

Kyle’s head shot up. Snatching off her sunglasses, Kyle stared back at her best friend, “Ahsha Renae Roman, what on earth do you need a sex toy for? Don’t you have one walking around the house every day?”

Ahsha chuckled. “I don’t need it for those reasons. Besides, who says I can’t have toys and a husband? But I’m talking about swings. Have you tried one?”

This only made Kyle’s eyes get bigger. “My word, my best friend is going 50 Shades of Grey on me! I’ve tried some crazy shit, but that’s not one.” Little did Kyle know, Ahsha had installed a pole in their bedroom for exercise purposes. She had only used it once for exercise.

“I’m thinking about getting one. But I don’t want to try something new if it means I will break my neck. That’s why I asked you,” the dancer shared.

“Oh, my God, you’re serious,” Kyle gasped. “Well, looks like we better get you a swing. I’m sure there are stores galore around Miami. Hold on,” the southern belle exclaimed, taking out her phone. “Hmmm, let’s see…there one downtown. Let’s check that one out.”

…………………

Fifteen minutes later, they were in downtown Miami.  Kyle barely let Ahsha park before she jumped out of the car and walked towards the shop like she was a child getting candy. “Before we go in, I have rules. I’m not sticking any strange objects inside of me. If we don’t know what it is, we’re leaving it. Oh and no whips and chains allowed,” Ahsha explained to her friend who was more interested in an outfit in the window.  

“Boo! You’re no fun,” Kyle whined, sticking out her tongue before pulling Ahsha inside. “Now where are the swings?”

Ahsha scanned the store’s aisles and looked at the many toys they had to offer. There were many things that Ahsha didn’t even want to imagine using. “No, don’t even think about it,” the dancer warned when Kyle snatched up a box of silver balls.

“But they vibrate,” Kyle shot back. “See.” She switched on a button and the metal balls began to vibrate loudly. “Well what’s the point of these puppies if they are so loud? Everyone would hear the vibration coming from your cooch.”

“You would be the one to wear them out in public. Let’s put these back before you go getting yourself into trouble,” Ahsha stated, placing the box back on the shelf. Her eyes fell to the bottom shelf. “Whoa, who would want a dildo this big?”

“A brave soul, girl. A brave soul,” Kyle added with wide eyes. “Swings are this way,” the blonde sang, skipping over to the next aisle.

“Hello, welcome to Kitty’s. How may I assist you,” an employee asked. Ahsha and Kyle turned around to find a tall woman wearing lingerie and pigtails. When the store worker saw Ahsha, her mouth fell open. “Ahsha Roman! Oh my God, I love your choreography. Love watching the Heat girls do your work out on the court. I’m majoring in dance, so I watch a lot of your stuff. I’m Trisha by the way.”

Great. Now everyone would hear about the Heat’s choreographer and Derek Roman’s wife, visiting a sex store. Ahsha could already imagine the headlines on those nosey blog sites. Derek Roman not making Ahsha’s kitty purr. The dancer was seen shopping for toys.

“Thanks,” Ahsha replied nervously, while Kyle snickered. “Um… I was looking at these….uh swings.”

Trisha chuckled to herself. She could hear the worry in Ahsha’s voice and it was written on her face. “Don’t worry, I won’t leak this news to the press. I don’t even get down like that, Mrs. Roman.”

“Thank you so much. I appreciate that…a lot,” Mrs. Roman gushed thankfully. “What do you know about these?”

“Well I’ve never tried one because I have the flexibility of a 90-year-old. But I’m sure with you being a dancer, you’ll do fine,” Trisha explained.

“Are they sturdy? Because my friend is as clumsy as they come. She won’t fall on her head will she,” Kyle chimed in. From the expression on Trisha’s face, she was assuming Kyle would be joining in on the fun. “Oh no! I’m not a part of this. Just here to help my girl out.”

“Okay, because I was about to tell you about our double swing…” Trisha began her voice trailing off when she saw the look of disgust on both Kyle and Ahsha’s face. One, Kyle didn’t get down like that with her friends. Two, Ahsha didn’t share.

They spent about ten more minutes in the store until they walked out with two large shopping bags.

………….

Two Days Later

Before Kyle left to go back to Los Angeles, she helped Ahsha set up her new toy. Suspended next to the bed, the swing made the Roman bedroom resemble a scene out of a dirty film. Ahsha couldn’t wait to see Derek’s face when he walked into her entire setup. They had never tried the whole role play thing. But, oh did Ahsha have this all planned out. Tonight, she wouldn’t be Ahsha Roman. Dressed in a tight black leather jumpsuit, paired with a pair of thigh high boots. Ahsha had transformed into Kitty and Kitty was trying to conceive tonight.

Milkshake blasted over the sound system as Ahsha finished her makeup. A smokey eye and red lip made Ahsha feel extra sexy. Derek would surely want a taste of her milkshake after the she got done with him and after he saw her costume.

The alarm buzzed and Derek came through the front door. Ahsha was waiting in the hallway, facing the entrance. She held a riding whip behind her back. Even though she didn’t intend to use it, it finished off her Catwoman-esque look. As soon as Derek opened the door and saw his wife, his mouth began to water. The way the black leather was hugging Ahsha’s curves had him wanting to take her right there. Her legs looked a mile long in the thigh high heeled boots. A mask covering just her eyes gave her a dangerous appeal.

“Hey baby,” Ahsha sang, her voice low and sexy as she sashayed over to the baller. Her hips seemed to move to their own rhythm. Bouncing side to side as her heels clicked against the marble floor.

“Mrs. Roman…” he began, reaching out to grab his wife’s hips, only to be swatted away by the riding whip she had hidden behind her back.

Placing the whip to Derek’s lips, she said, “Tonight, I’m Kitty,” she whispered, letting her tongue lick his ear. With that, she purred, rolling her tongue against her teeth. Kitty was ready to play and Derek was her prey.

Catching on to Ahsha’s game, the player began to play along. “Kitty huh,” he replied with a smirk. “Okay, whatever Kitty says.”

“Go upstairs and you better be undressed by time I make it up,” Ahsha demanded, before placing a kiss on Derek’s cheek. “I have a surprise waiting on you.”

“A surprise just for me? Let me get my ass up here then. Don’t keep me waiting Mrs. Roman- I mean Kitty.” Derek smacked his wife on her leather clad ass before climbing the steps. The dancer ran to the kitchen to retrieve the wine.  

By time she got upstairs Derek was standing in front of the swing, shirtless, but still in his jeans. “Baby, what the hell is this thing,” he asked, pulling at the straps.

“A swing,” Ahsha replied, earning a cocked brow in return. “A sex swing.”

Derek’s mouth curved into a grin. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Ahsha had a few things in mind. “Whatever you want to do with me,” she teased, running her hands up Derek’s midsection, feeling on his tight abs.

“You trying to get pregnant tonight, huh,” Derek said, letting Ahsha unbuckle his belt.

“That’s the plan,” she teased with a wink. Starting a family with her husband made Ahsha feel whole. Like her life had come full circle.

“I’m pretty sure I can help with that,” Derek crooned, taking Ahsha’s hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed his way up her arm until he reached her lips. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, Derek greeted his wife with an erotic kiss. They were both hungry for each other and Ahsha’s outfit and daring toy, the spark was already set. Ahsha kissed him back with equal favor. Their tongues melted together, fighting for dominance. Derek’s hands gripped the dancer’s firm cheeks, pulling her into his hardness. Tonight, wouldn’t be about love making and that much was clear just by the kiss.

Derek growled under his breath, picking the dancer up and tossing her in the middle of the bed. From the look in his eye, Ahsha could tell Derek was about to tear her up with no mercy. Licking his lips, Derek grabbed the tiny metal zipper that sat in the middle of her breasts. “I love this little outfit, but it’s gotta come off,” he muttered, slowly pulling the zipper down to Ahsha’s navel before stopping. Then he leaned forward, running his tongue from Ahsha’s navel to her cleavage. She had gone all out for tonight. Not only did she bring the kink, she wore her most expensive lingerie. Stopping, the player glanced up at his wife. “After tonight, you may be pregnant with twins,” he teased, his statement sounding more like a promise.

“That’s all up to you, Roman,” Ahsha replied, just wanting to feel his touch on every inch of her skin. Derek’s fingers gently massaged her sides before he began pulling her arms out of the tight sleeves. All the time it took for her to put on this getup didn’t even matter. Derek was ripping it off within seconds. The entire top of the catsuit was sitting at her hips, exposing the bright red Bordelle bra, which had the same kink as the rest of her outfit. “But before we get to that…” The petite dancer roughly pushed against the wall of Derek’s chest.

Derek rolled onto his back, bringing Ahsha with him, letting her straddle his lap. His hardness pressed against her center, sending waves throughout her body. Glancing over at the stripper pole they had installed a month ago, made the dancer even hornier. Suddenly, her confidence made her get up and walk over to the pole.

“What are you doing,” Derek questioned, biting his lip because he knew exactly where Ahsha was headed. Slinging one leg around the cool metal, Ahsha looked back at Derek who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed. A few times, the dancer had given her husband a show, showing off a couple of moves she learned in her pole dancing workout class. She reached for the catsuit that was jumbled at her waist, pulling it down and teasing Derek with what was underneath. Removing the boots, then the catsuit, Ahsha stood before Derek in the red bodice and matching thong. Her dancer’s body looked delicious in the sexy lingerie. “Damn,” Derek muttered under his breath. The things he was thinking about doing to his wife were criminal.

Her chocolate skin was glistening against the red fabric. When she bent over, he came undone. Thinking about the way she would feel in his hands, had Derek wanting to yank her over to the bed. Instead he watched as Ahsha’s hips swayed to her own beat. No music and Ahsha still managed to enchant Derek with her smooth, sultry moves. It didn’t take long for Derek to harden. It was almost painful and Ahsha knew exactly what she was doing. She seemed to work the pole with ease, her dance skills and technique obvious with every move.

Slowly walking over to her husband, Ahsha undid one of golden buckles that decorated the front of the bra. Resting her hands on Derek’s knees and leaning forward, Ahsha captured Derek’s lips. The player pulled Ahsha onto his lap, placing her legs on both sides of his thighs. “You are sexy as hell, you know that,” he commented, tapping one of Ahsha’s exposed cheeks. “You in this outfit, that swing and catsuit…girl, you are asking for platinum dick tonight.”

Ahsha laughed, “I get that on a regular basis, baby. But I’ll gladly take it,” she replied, grinding her hips for emphasis. “Now lay back.”

“I’m assuming this still Kitty talking,” Derek asked, gripping Ahsha’s hips. He loved when his wife took control in the bedroom.

“No, it’s your wife talking. Lay down,” Ahsha demanded, pushing Derek’s back to the bed. She straddled his hips and ran her small hands up his torso. Derek was much larger than she was but Ahsha felt a sense of control. His hands wrapped around Ahsha’s thighs as she began unbuckling his belt. Their eyes connected, both their lips set in a permanent smirk when Ahsha bent forward. Her warm lips placed soft kisses on Derek’s stomach. The player’s hands found themselves in her long, dark locs as her tongue trailed back down towards the top of his boxers. Curious hands roamed until they met his hardened piece. Ahsha’s center pulsed at the feel of Derek thick length under her hand. Reaching inside his boxers, Ahsha gazed up at Derek, with the naughtiest smile. Using the tip of her tongue, Ahsha teased the tip of his piece, loving the feeling of him tensing up under her touch. Slowly, she sunk down, using one of her hands to wrap around his thickness. Derek relaxed against the comforter, allowing Ahsha to please him. The combination of hard sucks and the warmth of her tongue, drove Derek mad.  

It didn’t take much for Ahsha to get him weak in the knees. Derek’s fingers pressed gently into her scalp as Ahsha’s head moved up and down. Feeling like he was close Derek quickly pushed Ahsha’s head up, “Nice try,” he said, sitting up and throwing her to the side so she landed on her back. Derek stripped out of the rest of his clothes before picking Ahsha up, earning a squeal. Placing her in front of the swing, the baller began to finish undressing his favorite dancer. When they were both naked, he lifted her onto the swing. “This swing can get us in a lot of trouble,” Derek said.

“What kind of trouble,” Ahsha mocked playing right into Derek’s game.

“Oh if you only knew. But it won’t hurt, I promise,” he cooed, kissing her lips. “There’s so many positions we can try on this thing.”

“Mmmhhhmm,” she agreed.

“I hope your arms are strong,” Derek challenged before tilting Ahsha’s body until her hands were touching the floor. This swing was already turning out to be a good investment. Ahsha waited in a handstand, confused but intrigued by what Derek had in store. The fact that she couldn’t see him made her even more excited. Suddenly, she felt her legs being lowered back to the ground until the tips of her toes barely touch the carpet. Then her legs were spread and the warm sensation hit her center as Derek began eating her out from the back. Her back automatically arched. Derek held her up so all the weight wouldn’t be sitting in her arms, but it didn’t matter. It felt so good that her entire body suddenly felt heavy. The baller’s thick tongue slipped in and out of her slick folds.

“Fuck, Derek,” Ahsha moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Using the tips of her toes to push herself back, grinding her hips into his face. Each time, his tongue sinking a little further, his lips massaging hers gently. “Yessss baby!” The player hummed in response, satisfied with the taste of honey on his lips.

Reaching through Ahsha’s legs, Derek used his index finger to lightly stroke her clit. That’s when her already shaking arms finally failed and the poor dancer fell to her elbows. This didn’t stop her husband from following her lead. Derek’s grip tightened on her hips, holding them up so that Ahsha was face down, ass up in his face.

“Still think this swing was a good idea,” Derek asked, teasing her with his thumb. “Hmmm?”

“Derek,” Ahsha cried out, her fingers digging into the rug. This was complete torture and she was loving every moment of it. “If you don’t stop and just fuck me already.” Derek was the only person who got to see this side of Ahsha Roman. The freak came out whenever they were in the bedroom and this time was no different.

“Oh yeah, but I like my view, so you’ll have to wait with your impatient ass,” Derek shot back, flicking his tongue against her exposing center, making her toes curl. This time he didn’t stop, not until he ate her thoroughly. The faster his tongue moved, the wetter she became. She tasted so good that Derek didn’t want to stop. He continued to devour Ahsha, the sounds falling from her lips turning him on more and more.

“I can’t… damn,” Ahsha stuttered. Her mind and mouth wouldn’t even work together. Hell, her body was barely holding it together and Derek wasn’t done. “Fuck!” Ripple after ripple moved over her, causing her body to twitch. Her silk coating Derek’s fingers.  Then the player decided to take it to another level and give Ahsha a taste of her own medicine.

“Now you see how sweet you taste,” he teased, removing his finger from her mouth. Nasty ass, Ahsha thought to herself.

Derek barely gave her time to recover before pulling Ahsha to her feet and out of the swing’s slings.  The shaking in her legs couldn’t be denied. Not that Derek gave her enough time to even stand before he was pushing her forward on the swing again. Ahsha knew she would hate herself for this the next morning. The straps were already digging into her stomach and her arms ached from holding onto the arm straps. But for the sake of getting a proper fuck, she was all in.

Wrapping Ahsha’s legs around his waist, Derek’s pressed his length against his wife’s entrance. “I’ll give you two choices, Roman. You either want it soft or hard? So, what will it be?”

Being in this compromising position, Ahsha didn’t care how Derek gave it to her. “Surprise me,” she cooed, biting her lip.

“You sure? Because you know I’m full of surprises, baby,” he crooned, his deep voice rumbling. Oh, that voice did things to her. Ahsha felt Derek’s hand slide in her hair before he gently wrapped it around his hand and tugged backward. “Last call.” Ahsha felt Derek slowly sink into her warm abyss, inch by inch he fed her until she was full. The slow slide of his shaft felt like magic between her legs.  “Kitty?”  The firmness in Derek’s tone only turned the dancer on.

“Do me how you want,” she muttered breathlessly. “Argh!” Obviously, Derek was feeling a little on the rough side tonight.

“That hard enough for you,” he growled, pounding his wife from behind with no mercy.

“Oh God, yes,” Mrs. Roman cried, her grip on the straps tightening. He felt so good, she could cry real tears. When they got rough like this, Ahsha slept like a baby.

Thrusting in and out, Derek leaned forward, his teeth grazing the back of Ahsha’s neck. From the beginning, she was asking for trouble. From the swing, the catsuit and the lingerie, Ahsha was asking to be sore the next day.

Derek’s muscular thighs burned with every stroke. Pleasing his wife in the bedroom was always his goal. “Shit, Ahsha,” he cursed, still grinding into her wet heat. The way she wrapped tightly around him had him close.

The player loved watching Ahsha’s body react to him. The bounce of her breasts and ass, the arch of her back and the flexing of the muscles in her legs. She was sexy as hell. “Harder,” Ahsha demanded.

“Harder? Like this,” Derek added, his hand gently pulling Ahsha’s head back. “You want me to fuck you like this?”

Ahsha thought the swing would eventually break under their weight and due to the rough way they were handling it. Hell, the entire ceiling could fall in on them and she wouldn’t care. The dick was just too good. “Fuck…yes,” she squealed. Derek made sure to grant Ahsha her wish and more. He picked up his pace, beating Ahsha’s cake like he was the best baker in town. She panted, her muscles tensing as her husband continued his mission to put a baby in her that night. His buttocks tightened as he felt Ahsha’s body begin to quake.

The mind-blowing climax made their bodies go limp. They allowed their bodies to fall back to earth before Derek helped Ahsha out of the swing and over to the bed. The couple collapsed against the sheets, their wet bodies still shaking with aftershocks.

“Damn,” Ahsha mumbled, her chest heaving.

“Damn,” Derek repeated, glancing over at his wife. They looked at the swing and back at each other and laughed.

Kitty was satisfied.

Thank you for reading! Like I said, do not judge me. Um, blame Dersha. Thanks.

Behind the camera with Eddie Vedder and the Cubs' 'Bryzzo'

MESA, Ariz. (AP) – Eddie Vedder walks through the door, guitar in his right hand, folder in left, a backward Chicago Cubs batting helmet on his head.

He places the folder on the desk, swings the guitar around and begins his pitch to Cubs players Kris Bryant and Anthony Rizzo. The Bryzzo Souvenir Company needs a jingle, so the Pearl Jam frontman starts playing a punk rock-esque song that ends with: “That ball was Bryzzo-ed!”

Bryant and Rizzo rise, high-five and shout: “Yes! That’s it!”

They do the scene again and again , at least a half-dozen times, each take filled with the same enthusiasm.

Vedder and the two ballplayers are not actors, but nail the scene each time.

This is part of what made the Bryzzo Souvenir Company commercial so good last season and what should make this year’s spots even better.

“They’re great,” director Jacob Rosenberg said. “Teams that fight for their championships are tight units and working with them, you see just how well they jell together.”

Bryant and Rizzo teamed up last season to shoot a spot for the fictional Bryzzo Souvenir Company as part of Major League Baseball’s (hash)THIS ad campaign.

The first commercial featured the teammates pretending to be working at the souvenir company that combines their names, ending with the catchphrase: “We put the ding in dinger.”

This year’s spots have more star power.

In addition to Vedder, a huge Cubs fan, the commercials will include current Cubs players Ben Zobrist, Javier Baez, Addison Russell and Kyle Schwarber. It also features David Ross, the catcher on last year’s World Series team, working as the intern after retiring from baseball.

Ross plays the role to perfection, equal parts try-hard and bumbler.

While stamping boxes, he fastidiously makes sure every corner of stamp hits the cardboard, slowly blows on the ink then smiles with a look of satisfaction. In another scene, he has his arms full of baseballs and tries to bump a box back onto a table with his hip. He spills the balls on the floor and feigns disgust, leading to laughter by the crew watching the monitor outside.

“How we doing?” Ross asks after emerging from the office. “I’m sweating in there from trying so hard.”

Ross’ job is to bring the bosses their coffee-and-danish order. Before Ross can read off the fake list of items on his tray after walking through the door, Rizzo bursts out laughing at his former teammate playing intern.

“I can’t do this!” he says between laughs.

The trio gather themselves and run through the same scene multiple times, each with a different twist: Ross running off a list of breakfast items; Ross talking too loud before sheepishly realizing his bosses are on the phone; Ross meekly asking if there was a scratch on the van before he left.

Then word hits the set that Vedder has arrived.

“Is Eddie in the house?” Rosenberg asks.

The scenes in the conference room wrap up with closer shots of Bryant and Rizzo, who reel off lines rapid fire fed to them by Rosenberg and the writers.

Bryant and Rizzo move out to the main office to shoot a scene of them walking through the cubicles with coffee, saying hello to Baez and Clark, the Cubs’ mascot.

Vedder, waiting for his turn, hangs in the back and watches the scene on the monitor, breaking into a smile as Rizzo nails a line.

When he gets the call, Vedder enters the conference room, says hello to the players, then goes over his role with Rosenberg.

The golden-throated singer wrote several songs a few days earlier - all to the same tune - and began singing them to the Cubs players, who feign excitement with each one.

The group decided the version that ended with Bryzzo-ed was the best fit, so they went through several takes of Vedder singing and the players reacting in different ways. Vedder surprises the guys with a handful of Bryzzo picks, which leads to them flicking them at the camera.

Vedder’s job done, he grabs a bag that has two custom-made ukuleles that he brought from Hawaii and hands them Bryant and Rizzo.

While the three stars pose for photos, Rosenberg and a crew member repeatedly drop the picks on the table, trying to get just the right splash for the close-up.

Incoherent thoughts about the first four episodes of Twin Peaks S03

*BOBBY IS A DEPUTY O.M.G. (and he’s kinda hot too)
*Lucy looks stunning
*That thing in the glass box was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen on TV
*NAOMI WATTS
*I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE WE DIDN’T FIGURE OUT THAT MICHAEL CERA PLAYS LUCY AND ANDY’S SON, HOW DIDN’T WE SEE THIS FROM A MILE AWAY
*I love that Lynch has full creative control, but I hope there’ll be more of the soapy stuff
*Chief of Staff Denise Bryson of the federalbureauofinvestigation
*The Log Lady broke my heart
*So what is a blue rose exactly?
*The fact that Harry is not dead or missing, he’s just ill, youknow
*MR. JACKPOTS
*Shelly honey. James was NEVER cool.
*Also I HOPE Shelly and James don’t hook up
*I love the new end credits formula
*The evolution of the arm, man
*But did you knooooow that David Lynch did that gorgeous sound design too?
*The doppelganger of the evolution of the arm scared the shit out of me
*At the end of the credits they do different in memoriams, and there’s too much of them 
*So Ben Horne’s back to cigars now, but he became a feminist? And Jerry is a pothead?
*The golden shovels scene was so wholesome
*I fucking HATE evil!Coop
*They dared to trim down the intro
*Agent Cooper is still damn fine
*Kyle MacLachlan is a comedy genius (but we already knew that from Portlandia)
*Chad is gold, I hope he’ll be back for more
*The shitty 90′s CGI
*DONUT disturb
*Do you realize how flipping funny this show is. I had to pause like 15 times to laugh it out
*I didn’t expect this much blood, gore and titties. I mean I almost watched it with my little sister.
*Michael Cera, again (cause he was in the area)
*But where’s Audrey tho
*Gordon&Albert&Tammy
*The shot where Cooper leans into the mirror was bone-chilling
*COFFEE
*I can’t believe I watched 4 hours of the purest Lynch, and haven’t imploded

max vs. tropes for men in action

This is the third in a series of posts about Mad Max: Fury Road. All contain spoilers.

Read Part 1, a general review of the movie, here.

Read part 2, about Furiosa, here.

My last post, about Furiosa and how she’s different from so many women in action films, is kinda blowing up right now–which I think just proves my point about how hungry people are for a diversity of female characters.

But Mad Max: Fury Road is not just filled with awesome women. It treats its male characters in ways that I think can only be seen as deliberate attempts to undermine what we expect a male hero in an action movie to be and do.

Talking about tropes is a little different when you’re talking about the overrepresented group. The most basic trope for men in any genre of film is universality. Men–in the US, specifically white men–are the default protagonist. Men can be and do pretty much anything on film. Female characters, because there are fewer of them, are much more likely to be carrying the impossible weight of trying to represent everything about their gender, instead of just being characters with one of many possible stories.

Of course, within the action genre, there are certain expectations for the male hero. On the surface, Max seems to meet all of them. He’s buff and gruff–he barely says two words for the first thirty minutes or so of the movie. Physically, he’s the textbook picture of scruffy action masculinity.

I’ve got a cheekbone scrape to show I’ve been in a fight and also draw your attention to my eyes. Is it working?

But here’s where things get interesting. Because while Max may look like your typical action hero, most of what he does in the plot of the film is anything but.

The first sequence of an action movie is often a piece of action that may be only marginally related to the main plot, but shows the hero’s competence, skill and bravery, and primes the audience for the kind of action that’s going to come.

Think of the beginning of any James Bond movie ever. Or this:

Max definitely gets a propulsive action sequence at the beginning of Fury Road. But it’s the exact opposite of Indy sliding under the stone slab with a second left to grab his whip. Before the opening credits even roll, Max is chased down, crashes his car, is taken prisoner, tries to escape and fails.

Opening shot. I’m so alone.

The whole sequence that serves as Max’s character introduction is about how isolated, traumatized, vulnerable and trapped he is. He’s mute and feral, tormented by hallucinations of dead loved ones he couldn’t save, and outnumbered in the tunnels of the Citadel by manic War Boys. He immediately fails at the basic measures of competence in this world–escape from danger by fighting and driving–and is captured and enslaved.

He’s an animal in a cage, bound, muzzled, leashed and hung upside down (Max spends some key moments upside down in this movie) to be slowly exsanguinated. It’s the most un-heroic character introduction you can imagine taking place in this world.

Okay, this is definitely worse than being alone.

In the early parts of the movie, George Miller makes sure that some of the iconic symbols of Max’s power and identity from earlier films get taken away or fail him. His Interceptor winds up in the War Boys’ chop shop in the first ten minutes. When Max happens across a sawed-off shotgun very much like the one you might remember from earlier installments of the franchise…

…it doesn’t work. Max is even stripped of his signature leather jacket, although he eventually gets it back.

Worst day ever.

Furiosa gets a much more classical hero’s introduction. In a fantastically economical sequence, the film introduces her–mysterious but clearly respected and powerful, first fully seen behind the wheel–along with her antagonist Immortan Joe, and the War Rig itself, the truck that functions as both a character and a key location in the movie. We also learn important information about the ideology and physical layout of the Citadel; this is basically all the time the movie spends on exposition.

Structurally, Furiosa’s actions do the lion’s share of the work of driving the plot forward. A screenplay is built around a character pursuing a goal despite obstacles. Furiosa’s goal is obvious–escape to the Green Place with the Five Wives. She is the reason we’re watching this moment as a movie, as opposed to all the other days when she went on normal, non-movie-worthy supply runs to Gas Town and back. On this day, she makes a choice that sets in motion the action of the film.

Max enters Furiosa’s story not as a savior, but as an antagonist. He’s an obstacle in her path, stealing her truck and shooting at the people she’s trying to protect, waving a gun around, reacting not out of confidence or power but because he is scared and hurt and desperate, capable of thinking only of his own survival.

Furiosa–who’s as smart and strategic as she is skilled and brave–realizes that she can turn Max into an ally if she calms him down and helps him, and that having him as a member of her team is more useful than simply waiting to shank him when his guard is down. She offers him concrete aid (a tool to remove the muzzle from his face) and a powerful measure of trust (the secret code to start the War Rig) when he’s done nothing to deserve it. It works, and she essentially wins him to her side through de-escalation. And so Max becomes not the initiator of the main action, but an antecedent to Furiosa’s plan, already in motion.

And it turns out that they fight incredibly well together, as we see during the Rock Riders’ attack. Max drives, but Furiosa knows to use the truck’s plow to put out an engine fire with sand. Max reloads weapons for her and hands them up while she picks off attackers through the retractable roof of the truck. At one moment, he fires a pistol between her legs as she’s balanced on the seat and the dashboard, and neither one of them misses a beat. It’s Max’s first action sequence that feels classically heroic, and if we’re still unsure, the soaring music cue tells us so. We finally see Max’s full fighting potential–not as a lone warrior, but as part of a team.

Throughout most of the rest of the movie, Max and Furiosa share the main action beats equally. They’re pursued by three warlords: the Bullet Farmer, the People Eater, and Immortan Joe. They take down the Bullet Farmer together. Furiosa blinds him with an expert long shot steadied on Max’s shoulder, and Max skulks off into the darkness to blow up his car, in what would presumably be a major action sequence in most movies but doesn’t even merit screen time in Fury Road.

I’ve already talked about this moment. A lot.

In the final, monster chase-battle that takes up most of the third act, Max goes after a secondary henchman, the People Eater, while Furiosa–gravely wounded at this point–attacks and kills Joe. We know this is the only way it can happen if she is to have a satisfying character arc, defending her team of warriors and getting the revenge she has wanted since childhood. Meanwhile Nux, who’s grown up wanting nothing more than martyrdom in battle, gets exactly that, but for the cause of revolution instead of tyranny. For his self-sacrifice he earns the privilege of driving the War Rig, the film’s hero vehicle, into a kamikaze crash that will ensure the safe passage of the rest of the team.

If the action is being driven by Furiosa’s choices, it’s worth asking why Max is there at all. And here is where Fury Road does us one better than just replacing a lone male hero with a lone female one.

Fury Road is a dual protagonist narrative. Max isn’t there just as a supporting character. But because Furiosa’s storyline does so much of the heavy lifting in terms of moving the plot along, Max is freed up to have a story that’s mostly about his feelings.

Of course, he does plenty of fighting–everyone fights in this world. But the main change his character undergoes from the beginning of the movie to the end is emotional. For Max, the movie is about re-learning trust and solidarity and the value of human connection, even if all those things carry the risk of grief.

In a world full of violent death, Max has shut himself off from caring about anyone and anything but his own survival, because that seems less painful. But it’s not. He’s plagued by trauma and guilt, which manifests itself in hallucinations of people he’s seen die. In the first act of the movie, these visions are a constant presence. They impede his progress at critical moments, punishing him for past failures he can’t undo.

Over the course of the second act, when Max is around people he learns he can trust, his flashbacks mostly disappear. He still has nightmares–this isn’t trauma that’s going to be healed overnight. But he has someone to tell him it’s okay when he jolts awake, someone we know is just as capable of protecting him as he is of protecting anyone. For the first time in a long time, he’s not alone, and that starts to matter to him.

As soon as Max separates from Furiosa and the other women, the visions reappear. But this time, they urge him forward, back into an alliance with Furiosa. They even save his life in battle. They serve a different purpose when he has something worth staying alive for.

In this context, Max riding up with a plan to capture the Citadel feels much less like a stereotypical action-hero-to-the-rescue moment, and much more like someone who’s realized they’d rather die fighting alongside people they care about than survive alone. He’s not doing it out of a chivalrous, self-sacrificing desire to help them. He’s doing it to heal himself.

This is also why the scenes of Max trying to save Furiosa’s life at the end of the film are so powerful. Healing and caretaking are often the provenance of women in the action realm, where taking care of wounds is a substitute for, or a prelude to, other forms of intimacy.

Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese, The Terminator

Matt Murdock and Claire Temple, Marvel’s Daredevil

The scenes of Max taking care of Furiosa are not just impactful because they’re a reversal of this trope. They are the culmination of Max’s entire journey over the course of the film. He cares enough not just to pump his own blood into Furiosa’s body, but to invest new levels of trust into their relationship (finally telling her his name) even thought he knows she might die. He’s decided the connection is worth the risk.

It’s not totally clear where Max is headed as we fade out on the movie’s final scene. But the last time we see him, he’s not alone.