movie climax

anonymous asked:

Bill kneels at your feet while you're watching a movie together and then he proceeds to strip you of your panties and go down on you. His hand slips under your shirt to squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple, and he retracts his hand only to place his fingers inside of you as the tip of his tongue circles your clitoris. And when the movie reaches its climax, so you do. He leans up, smile on his face and chin glistening and then he gathers you on his lap to hold you until you stop shaking.


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Heartbeat | 2

“You’ve always stayed far away from the Kingsnakes, the coldblooded gang that runs the dark heart of your city. That is until your life collides with the intriguing and dangerous Jung Hoseok.”

pairing: hoseok x reader
word count: 13.5k
genre: gang!au, smut

part one | two | three | four

warnings: dom!Hoseok, demeaning names, oral, public sex

You knee bounced up and down nervously. An hour had passed and still no reply from Hoseok. You bit back a sigh, regretting sending that ‘What are you doing tonight?’ message to him. You felt like an idiot, worse yet, a desperate idiot.

You cringed, remembering the hope that had sprung in your chest as you boldly fired off that text to Hoseok. You had honestly expected him to reply back straight away, conveying some kind of interest, wanting you as badly as you wanted him. Instead, you had nothing but stifling silence.

“Are you liking the film?” Taehyung leaned over and whispered, his eyes were full of concern and you gave him a weak smile in return. “It’s just a little bit scary,” You lied. He nodded and offered you a warm smile. “I’ll protect you,” He said reassuringly. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “Thanks Tae,” You responded faintly, staring straight at the TV until Taehyung glanced away from you, focusing on the movie again. 

Struggling to stay calm, you glanced down surreptitiously at your phone, feeling your heart race in your chest. There was a message notification, from a string of numbers- someone who wasn’t in your contacts. 

It was him. Hoseok.

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So we have this stupid new program where in groups of three or individually we have a semester to create an assignment from a vague prompt (ours was ‘together we can’) and we have 4 lessons a fortnight coming out of our history classes. We have to have a real world contact, do a 10-20 min presentation and fill out a log book as you went. Fine, fine. It sucked but whatever.

Skip to the end of our semester and me, my best friend and the other person in our group, ‘Bob’, had finished our presentation and stuff. Now, here are my two main problems.

1) 'Bob’ had done next to no work the entire semester. Like, zilch. Nada. None. But in our presentation, had made it sound like he had done enough work for all three of us. Me and my best friend were both annoyed, but what could you do. Even though both of us had pulled all nighters the night before to get it done because he wasnt contributing. Whatever. I’m cool. We dissed him a bit in our log boos to express our rage but what can you do.

2) It’s the last day of term, everyone’s finished all their work and the teachers are done teaching what they need to teach. Only about a quarter of the school is there because even parents understand that school is basically over. Now it’s just free babysitting. So in most classes we were just chillin and watching movies. Except, while we were in english class, the teacher running IBL barges in. The class and my teacher were both like, 'Wtf dude?’ shooting daggers out of our eyes cos he’s interupting our movie right at the climax, but he ignores our annoyed looks. He stands in front of the class and says, 'Hey, I forgot to mention, anyone who hasn’t handed in their log books automatically gets 0.’ And everyone riots. This guy hadn’t even told us to hand them in once and now whoever hasn’t automatically fails. Now, we all understood that it stood for a big portion of our grade, but we had given detailed presentations about what we did, who did it, etc. But we had no warning, no due date given previously and no extensions given. Due to it being the last day, no one had ANY of their books, and a large portion of people weren’t even at school. So a lot of people, like a LOT, failed and got zero, due to our teacher not telling us important information about a bs assignment.

Tl;dr over half the people in my grade got 0 for a major assignment due to our teacher not bothering to tell us the due date and one of the ppl in my group contributed nothing yet claimed them did a lot of work and is probably going to get good marks because of me and my best friends work.


(((Lost? Read my previous ramblings HERE)))

DISCLAIMER: There is indeed a curse in the film, but it was directed at Nicolas Romanov. Rasputin said to him: “Mark my words; you and your family will die within a fortnight. I will not rest until I see the end of the Romanov reign forever.” 

Then magic and the revolution happens, the royal family falls and Rasputin dies. But since Anastasia cheated death, Rasputin cannot rest in peace and is doomed to an existence in limbo. He feels the consequences of his curse, but Anastasia is in no way affected by it throughout the film. 

Yes, she looses her grandmother and suffers from hallucinations and amnesia for 10 years, but these things are not connected to the curse from the beginning of the film. 

Anastasia - “Let me go! Please!”
Rasputin - “You will never escape me child. Never!”

So - back to my random thoughts on this animated classic from 1997!! The more I think about this, the more frustrated I get. My problem with the magic in this movie would have been SO EASY to fix. The only thing needed would have been a curse cast on Anastasia, something along the lines of: “You shall forever be apart from all your family”

When the curse is first taking effect, that is when Anastasia is separated from her grandmother (instead of grandma just having a weak grip), and then Rasputin´s magic keeps her away from her family. There could have been a short montage her grandmother coming back to look for her granddaughter, but the curse is making it impossible for them to find each other.

Grandmother - “Hold onto my hand!”
Anastasia - “Don´t let go!”

Even Anastasia´s amnesia would have been more intriguing his way; the curse is actively forcing out her memories (instead of being the aftermath of an unrelated accident). But throughout the film the memories are trying to re-surface as best as they can in the form of hallucinations and dreams (cue “Once Upon A December!!”). Imagine the ball-room scene slowly but surely becoming more and more green in color as the curse is doing it´s best to hide the memories of her family. This way it would also make more sense why Anastasia cannot recognize her family (or even herself) when looking at the paintings in the palace (btw, why hasn’t all the shit been stolen during these past 10 years???)

It isn’t until Dimitri comes along and forces Anastasia to meet her grandmother again when the curse is finally broken. All in all: the whole idea of Anastasia being a victim of dark magic would have been more suspenseful from a storytelling POV, but this way we would also have had a much better connection between the main character and the villain. Not only are they both cursed, but now the magic that Rasputin possesses has been affecting Anastasia all this time.

Anastasia - “That face…”

As the movie is now, Anastasia is not in any way aware of Rasputin after she accidentally hits hear head as a child. And when they meet again in the movies climax he is simply the man who swore revenge on her family (and has been trying to kill her during the past couple of days without her having any clue about it)

But THIS WAY he would be 100% responsible for her misery - her memory-loss,  the separation from her grandmother, her hallucinations - Everything would now be connected to Rasputin instead of being mostly based on a series of unfortunate events.

Rasputin - “And me… A rotting corpse… Last seen at a party like this one.”
Anastasia - “A curse!”
Rasputin - “Followed by a tragic night on the ice. Remember?”

Notice how all of these lines of dialog would have been more impactful if Anastasia was cursed too!! :o

The point of all this? 

IDK. It´s 3.30AM and this is what I do when I cannot sleep - Ramble on about animated movies. But admit that this should have been canon. :P

Mashima Hiro interview by Character JAPAN (10/5/17)

Character JAPAN posted an interview with Mashima Hiro just after WebNewtype published theirs. Most of the questions are the same as what I’ve posted here, but there are a few extra questions in the Character JAPAN interview and I’ve translated them below.

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When did you become aware of “manga artist” as a profession?

I’ve wanted to become a manga artist since I was in primary school. However, after entering high school, I felt that being in a band would make me more popular as compared to drawing manga (laugh), and there was a period of time when I was engrossed with that. However, when I entered a certain contest, and the winner was a teen around 13 years old, I thought that “I can’t survive in the same circle with such a talent around!” and returned to manga.

I went to Tokyo and entered various competitions, and I think I was really lucky back then. There were hardly any fantasy manga published in Weekly Shonen Magazine when my serialization first began, and I filled this niche (laugh).

Are there movies that you have used as a reference in your work?

I’ve liked fantasy from the start, and I’ve used The Lord of the Rings movie as a reference. I like the original work as well. The buildings and scenery in Fairy Tail use medieval Europe as a motif, and Magnolia, where Natsu’s guild is, is based on the townscape of Paris.

Mashima-sensei’s weekly serialization is currently ongoing. Did you get mixed up since you were working on the story of the manga and the story of the movie concurrently?

I got mixed up (laugh). I drew the storyboard for the movie quite some time ago, while serialization of the manga was also ongoing. Miraculously, the movie and the climax of the manga were revealed at around the same time. It might have been better if the movie was released slightly earlier.

How did you come up with the original characters for Fairy Tail Dragon Cry?

I started by thinking “It would be interesting if this character were to battle against this character”. “If someone were to battle against Gray, he should have this kind of ability.” I conceptualize each character by following this train of thought.

Did you request for particular seiyuus to voice the original characters?

I left the decision to the anime staff. I participated in the audition back when the anime of the TV series began, and requested for the person who matched the feel of the character the best.

Natsu’s seiyuu, Kakihara Tetsuya-san, looks just like Natsu. They seem to resemble each other more and more each year!

They resemble each other to the extent where I wonder who is the one becoming more like the other person. There have been times where I could hear Kakihara-san’s voice while drawing the manga.

Jealous Much, Dude? (Jackson x Reader)

I am about to vomit I am so excited. My love for Jackson Wang transcends all boundaries, truly our love is an enigma in itself. But in all seriousness, I love this boy so much because he is a light of happiness in its purest form, bless him. I am so happy how this one turned out as well because I’ve been wanting to write GOT7 scenarios for soooo long. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I loved writing it. Rest in pieces igot7 who follow me.

P.S. Beware: After reading this you will realize how much of a kink I have for Jackson saying baby girl and dirty talk. /douses computer in holy water/

Originally posted by tenthousandmilesforwhat

They say the best things always come in threes. At least sometimes. Definitely not all the time. Especially when it came to the three of you. Things could get complicated. Fast.

Joined at the hip, with you in the middle, Jackson and Mark had been your closest friends since day one. You couldn’t even recall the day you met them because since that day, it’d all been a blur of hormones, stolen glances, ‘friendly’ thigh touches, long, drawn out hugs, and 'casual’ kisses. You’d promised yourself when you were younger that you wouldn’t ever think of being with either of them, they were your best friends, your brothers. No dating, no banging; it would ruin what you already had with them.

Boy, just because you say it doesn’t mean you mean it.

If you were you and Mark was Mark, quiet, sweet, and thoughtful; Jackson was Jackson. No words were capable of properly describing him, he was an enigma of doubled over laughs, bright smiles that crinkled his eyes, and the purest soul you’d ever encountered. 

He’d always been touchy-feely, but there always seemed to be a difference in the way he’d hug other people versus you. He’d hold on longer, treating you like you were porcelain and he could break you with the slightest touch. You had secretly relished the feeling of his lips against your skin when he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Something as simple as that sent heat pooling between your legs and you were sure he noticed every single time. Even the way he’d lean in to whisper something to you, his hair brushing your forehead intimately, his soft voice causing happy chills, and the way he would only make eye contact for a second before looking away and biting his lip made your heart flutter.

You’d always been a late bloomer, puberty coming later for you than anyone had predicted. Basically, your growth spurt began to fuck with his life as you grew curvier and filled out.

Jackson then began to seem uncomfortable being with you alone and overly protective when you hung out with other people, especially boys and you immediately thought he was only thinking of you as his sister. Even Mark, who you looked up to as a brother and was Jackson’s best friend was no exception. He wanted to shield you from all the dangers of the world; the only piece that didn’t fit was his strange behavior around you. Some days he was all touches and flirting, the next he was blunt and quiet, very uncharacteristic of him.

Mark probably talked some sense into him, being the eldest and most mature of the trio. Maybe he smacked him around a little for acting ridiculous and being even more dramatic than he usually was, but eventually he did confess to you. 

“Just tell her you like her, Jackson,” Mark groaned, completely worn out from his friend’s anxiety. “_____ isn’t going to wait for you forever. You and I both know that, so get your ass in gear and confess.”

You’d never seen Jackson so nervous before in all the time you’d known him. He was always so confident and levelheaded, always knew the right thing to say, that smooth lady killer vibe. With you, he completely lost all sense of direction and couldn’t even complete one sentence before he just kissed you. It was a typical Jackson move, no matter how well spoken he was, he’d always been able to express more with actions rather than words. You didn’t know what to do at first, all you’d ever known had been completely changed by a kiss from your best friend. What were you going to do now? How was your friendship ever going to survive? What about Mark? What would he even think of his best friends dating?

A million questions were before you, but the only one you really cared about was the searing kiss from the boy who you’d thought you knew everything about. And the only answer that mattered at that moment was when you kissed Jackson back, your arms around his neck as he practically bounced with joy and kissed you with even more enthusiasm. Of course you’d said yes. You’d be a fool to deny yourself love from someone who’d always loved you and been with you. 

So you found yourself fingers tightly interlocked with one of your best friends, the other one sitting calmly to your other side barely flinching at each jump scare. You practically were about to vomit into the popcorn you were so anxious. This is why you told Jackson and Mark you didn’t want to see the new critically acclaimed horror movie everyone was talking about, because it stressed you out. They taunted you and picked at you, until you said yes. But the real motivation for going was that you could cower into Jackson’s strong arms as many times as you wanted and he could hold your hand the whole time. That was the only plus side to this thing.

Jackson leaned over to you, his eyes smiling in the dim lighting as he whispered, “You okay? Remember, you can always cuddle with me to make the ghosts go away _____." 

He wiggled his eyebrows causing you giggle and swat at him playfully, "Are you sure? I know I can’t see because it’s dark, but I think all my fingers are purple.”
He immediately released your hand from his strong grip, looking sheepish as he breathed out, “Sorry.”

You were about to snatch his hand up again, when he leaned deliciously close to your ear. You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the cusp, barely hanging on as he whispered, “Gotta pee.”

You wanted to smack him upside the head, but also laugh until you cried. You almost would have down both had the stern look Mark was giving you made you quiet down. Jackson flashed his winning smile before silently slipping away down the stairs of the big theater and out the door. You watched his broad back disappear around the corner, the theater suddenly becoming more eerie every second he was gone. 

The movie was approaching its climax, the ghosts and demons haunting the poor family’s farm house making even more frequent appearances, which meant more jump scares. You sidled closer and closer to Mark, desperate to cling onto anything. He sensed your distress and calmly put a comforting arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. You buried your head into his shirt, plugging your ears with your fingers as another scream ripped through the speakers of the theater. 

You heard Mark from above whisper, “It’s okay ______, it’s a movie. I won’t let anything get you, okay? You’re fine.”

You felt your heart beat lower significantly and you relaxed into Mark’s arms, feeling much calmer. You could even hear his own heart beat through his thin shirt, steady and soothing. You’d always been jealous of Mark’s nonchalant and cool personality. But what you admired was his selflessness and how much he cared for those around him. He picked up on the mood better than anyone you knew and was always there for you when you were in a tight spot. Mark really was the big brother you had never had and you really appreciated his friendship.

The entire theater suddenly shook from a loud noise from the movie and caused you to practically rip Mark’s shirt off his smooth chest, “Jesus _____,” he cried softly as he grabbed you by the shoulders when you practically jumped into his lap out of fear.

“Jesus _____, is right,” a voice whispered, dangerously quiet, above the gasps from the other people. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Mark?”

You turned to see Jackson looking absolutely furious, having returned from the bathroom and standing despite the angry comments from those viewing the movie. You were confused by his anger, “Jackson what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Just look at yourself first of all,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You realized the compromising position you and Mark were in, limbs tangles, your hands stretching his shirt out, his arm around your shoulders, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You gulped, instantly entangling yourself from your other friend, “Jackson-”

Mark interjected quickly, “Jackson, it’s not what you think at all. _____ got scared, so I was trying to help her and I’m not even sure how it ended like that, but it did.” Even Mark looked nervous now, “I know it looks bad, but all good intentions, I promise. You know I respect your relationship with _____. She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

Jackson was having none of it, he had always been so stubborn, “Yeah well, if touching her like that is your definition of respect, then I’m afraid you need to check yourself again.” He grabbed your hand, his face full of jealousy as he wrenched you from your seat and led you out of the theater through the nearest red exit sign.

You found yourself in the side ally of the popular downtown theater, graffiti decorating the faded red brick. It was early spring and a chill still held in the air. You shivered, regretting when you had taken off your sweater in the theater. You wrapped your arms around yourself to grasp for the little warmth they offered you.

You whirled around at Jackson, seething, “Jackson that was a real dick move back there. Mark-”

Jackson crushed his lips to yours, cutting of your sentence. He possessively cupped your face, drawing you closer to him so that your chests brushed against one another, “Don’t you dare say his name again.”

You rose from the kiss, dazed as your lips throbbed with need for him again. You snapped back into reality, “Jackson Wang, you are being ridiculous. I can say the name of our best friend as many times as I want.”

Jackson’s dark eyes were glinting darkly as he growled, “Go ahead. I dare you. We’ll see what happens when you do.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the raw jealousy bubbling below his handsome features. You’d never seen him so upset before nor this possessive. It pissed you off and aroused you to see him acting this protective of you, “Alright then. Mark, Mark, Mark-”

You felt the wind in your lungs escape with a whoosh as Jackson caged you against the alley wall. His hands bruised your hips as he attached his lips to your sensitive neck. You choked out a moan that mixed with a sob, letting your hands travel up his back and settle in his hair. You’d already given up fighting him, you were his for the taking and all you wanted was for him to take what was his.

He kissed a line up your jaw before roughly dragging your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He released your hips and pressed his hands against the wall behind you, his body away from your touch. He whispered breathily against your lips, “Who’s name were you going to say again?”

You felt frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. How easily he could make you want him; you whispered achingly, “Yours.”

He lifted a finger and traced from your temple, down your cheek and neck, before tracing round the curve of your breast, “Who’s name?”

You practically shook, the only thing keeping you steady was the cold brick behind you. The tears slipped down your cheek as you moaned, “Yours.

Jackson visibly shivered from your response, his hands coming up to brush the tear falling on your cheek. A hard glint still held in his eyes although his body had relaxed. Your knees knocked together as he looked you up and down, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled you close to him, his arms winding around you protectively. You buried yourself into his hard chest, savoring his scent and touch as his warm, calloused hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew hypnotic circles on your hips.

He kissed you languidly, a smirk drawing on his lips, his eyes like shadows, “What’s my name? Say my name, ______.”

You pressed yourself against his hips, feeling his half hard member against your stomach, “Jackson.” You needed him desperately, he’d left you in such a state that you didn’t care if people on the busy city street could see him fucking your brains out, you needed him now.

You gasped when he slipped his hand down to rub at your jean clad center, the rough material stimulating your clit. You bucked against his hand and he let you, a smirk on his face, “That’s right baby girl. I’m the one making you feel this way, no one else. Isn’t that right?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders to get leverage when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, allowing you to ride his leg. Your voice shook as you buried your face deeper into his shirt, “Y-yes. Fuck.

He backed up against the alley wall, his hands grabbing at your ass as he lifted you up until your feet barely brushed the ground. Jackson bit his lip painfully hard as he squeezed your ass with each thrust you gave, “Fuck, baby. Do you wanna ride my dick like this too?”

You could barely choke out an answer, the pleasure of your tight skinny jeans rubbing you was almost too much. He grabbed your hips and forced you to slow down, a smile on his lips as he saw how desperate you were for release, “Come on baby girl, you can’t already be that close.”

You let out a strangled growl, thrashing in his grasp, “Jackson Wang if you don’t let me fucking come-

He hushed you, still grinning at your furious behavior, "Don’t worry baby, there will be plenty of fucking and coming, soon enough.” He carefully set you down on the ground again, making a show of taking his belt off. Each clink it made set you on edge and if you weren’t scared of him suddenly not going through with it, you would have ripped all his clothes of already. 

As soon as he finished, you raked your nails over his toned stomach, feeling each solid indention of his abs. He was so incredibly god-like and sexy you could hardly stand it. You moaned, not caring that you were inflating his ego. He knew you couldn’t resist anything about him, particularly his voice and body, and you weren’t afraid to admit that. As long as you got a reward that is. He smiled brilliantly, nibbling on his bottom lip as you kissed his chest through his shirt, “Oh baby girl, I so wish we were at home right now.”

Any morals and standards you had previously were now gone. You peppered his neck with open mouthed kisses and sucks, “Who cares? You can fuck me anywhere Jackson.”

He laughed, but it was lusty as he replied, “Don’t tempt me ______.”

You were getting impatient, so you reached down and felt for Jackson’s zipper. The wetness in between your legs had literally soaked through your jeans by now, you needed him so bad it hurt. You groaned, palming him through his briefs, “Baby please.”

Jackson smirked, his voice husky, “Of course, anything for you.” He added as an afterthought, his hands running up your sides, “But you asked for it.” He pressed you against the wall in the shadowy alley, blocking out everything but him.

You hurriedly unbuttoned your own jeans, sliding them down your legs faster than you’d ever done before. You went to pull your panties down, but Jackson stopped your hands, “Don’t. You know how much I love ripping them off your body, baby girl.”

You shivered, nodding as he grabbed the sides of your panties and tore them off your body, making easy work of the dainty material. You gasped, as Jackson pushed you against the wall, his hard member already pressing against your dripping folds. He growled, a wolfish grin spreading across his features as he watched your squirm, “Oh baby girl, people from three blocks away are going to know that I’m fucking you up against a wall.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck impatiently, “Jackson, please!”

He smiled almost sweetly and it looked like normal Jackson’s, but it was laced with desire and possessiveness. He thrust so hard into you that your head knocked against the brick wall painfully from the sheer force, but you honestly didn’t care and he didn’t either. With each snap of his hips, obscene noises escaped your lips and he wasn’t concerned with quieting you down, “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you.”

He was bouncing you so hard on his dick, that you were afraid you would bite your tongue if you spoke. The only word you could choke out was his name, “Jackson!”

Jackson’s eyes were locked on your face, watching your changing expressions with lust. He raked his hands up and down your sides, tearing his fingertips across your hot skin, “Fuck, baby girl. Uh! Just like that!”

You couldn’t stand the sound of his voice praising you, it sent delicious feelings straight to your abused womanhood. You bucked your hips into his, savoring the smack of skin against skin. You were so aroused from fucking into his thigh earlier that you were already close to coming. 

“Jackson,” you moaned, “I’m so fucking close!”

Jackson groaned, his dick twitching as he grew close too, “Who’s fucking you right now?” He slowed down, making you practically wail in frustration. “Say my fucking name, _____.”

You beat your fists against his chest in frustration, raking your nails down his shirt, and bucking into him furiously. You hated and loved the way he made you beg for it, it was sweet torture. You happily gave in, moaning his name desperately, “Jackson!…

He bit his lip and sped his pace up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Each snap of his hips felt like one step closer and closer to your release. His moans after each time he plunged into you were so sinful, you’re sure that if you would be blushing if you could. Jackson reached down and managed to rub your clit, the feeling just enough to send you over the edge. Your release hit you harder than you could remember, your legs shaking from the amount of pleasure that coursed through you. You walls suddenly clenched surprisingly tightly around his member and he gave a growl as he came inside you suddenly, “Holy fuck, _____!" 

The both of you rode out your highs, grins plastered on your faces as you winded down. Jackson slumped against you, pinning you with his body to the wall as he held you close. He kissed your cheek sweetly, a content smile on his slightly bruised lips, "That was amazing.”

You still didn’t understand how he snapped from this Jackson, to that Jackson. It was like a light switch, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You ran your fingers through his hair, straightening it from its disheveled appearance, “I love you, Jackson.”

He looked surprised, but it was just a slight widening of his warm brown eyes and shy smile that you realized it was wonder instead. He whispered back softly, every word spoken like they were only meant for you, “I love you too, _____. You’re everything." 

He sounded so innocent that you giggled as he placed you gently back on the ground, retrieving the sad remains of your panties and jeans. Jackson sheepishly handed you your underwear, "Sorry, they’re uh…”

You held the ruined piece of cloth up to the dim lighting before tossing them in the nearest trash can, “Worth it.” You slipped on your jeans and Jackson laughed loudly, tightening his belt without looking. He loved to see the way you looked and moved after having sex with him. The gingerly way you pulled your pants up over your sore hips, the way you look so satisfied and content. He loved it more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, babe? I think we should go find Mark, so you can apologize to him,” you  gave him a stern look, to which he replied with a pitiful pout.

The two of you waited the rest of the movie in the lobby, already feeling guilty. Mark must have figured out what the two of you had been doing already and it made you blush red. Jackson stood up suddenly when a crowd of people flooded into the lobby, “There he is.”

You stood too, immediately finding Mark among the people. To your surprise he looked completely unperturbed when he saw the two of you and headed straight your way.

Jackson took a deep breath and began, “Look man, I know you know-”

Mark sighed, passing a hand over his face in fatigue, “Save it dude. I really don’t care anymore as long as you’re not mad at me. I totally get it and can understand why you were mad.”

Jackson visibly relaxed, slinging an arm around Mark, “This is why you’re my favorite.” You pouted playfully, nudging your way in between them, to which they welcomed you, resting their arms around your shoulders. 

Mark looked down at you cheekily, winking, “Oh. I thought I’d just mention to you that I’m pretty sure everyone in the movie theater knows Jackson’s name now. You done good, _____.”

You blushed, but laughed goodnaturedly, “Someone’s gotta tell them.” You weren’t at all ashamed, in fact, you were a little proud to say the least. 

Jackson nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently, “Maybe next time they can learn your name, babe. If ya know what I mean,” he grinned, biting his lip and giving you an exaggerated once over. 

You elbowed him in the side, smiling, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

Let me tell you all about War for the Planet of the Apes. I just watched it, and it is a cinematic masterpiece.

There is never a low point, the entire movie is a climax that leaves you leaning forward in your seat, it’s absolutely incredible.

The tragedy and anguish on the apes’ side, and the gut-wrenching desire to stay alive and still keep their civilization of the humans was portrayed phenomenally.

It expertly gave hints and explanations behind how the humans were unable to talk in the old movies, and why they became so primitive.

I also loved the irony that the humans ended up destroying each other, it was not the apes’ fault. Human nature is greed. Greed for love, greed for intelligence. Greed to stay on top. It was so tangible throughout the movie.

The apes simply wanted to go off and live alone, but the humans forced them into a very difficult situation, once again proving how stupidly proud humans are.

I absolutely loved the throwbacks to the old movies, like Nova, Maurice, and Cornelius. I know the last two were in the other movies I believe, but still. Yeah.

It’s balance between action, comedy, and tragedy was so on point I could cry.

I did cry a few times.

The comedic moments, mostly placed by a new ape named Bad Ape, were hilarious. This movie also proves you can have comedic moments without offending anyone LMAO.

It was heart-wrenching, and left me at a loss for words. An incredibly impacting movie.

The family’s girl (Batfam x reader) Part 2

46+ LITTLE WINGS NOW!! I’m so happy. Thank you all!

I hope you like it!

(promps open)

Part1 Part2 (you are here!)  Part3  Part4  Part5 Part6  Part7

“Well? Are you going to explain yourself? Or do I have to kick you out of my window?”

“SORRY!! I-I just came to your room, and ,and  you looked so warm and comfy! I couldn’t help myself.” Nightwing said. “Pls don’t kill me”

“You’re lucky I am happy today, so get out now before I change my mind.”

Nightwing, in all his risky nature, kissed your cheek and ran away thought your windows.

Your eyes followed his moves until his figure was not visible.


You sighed and went to get dressed, you put on a cute skirt and a blouse, no makeup and you brushed your teeth and hair.

You went to your neighbor’s door, you decided to ask him to breakfast as a thank you.

Tock Tock Tock

“Dick? Are you home?”






Five minutes after, Dick opened the door and leaned in the door frame.

“Hey…” He said with a confident smirk.

You broke in laugh attack.


Dick looked at you as if you were crazy, then he looked in the hall mirror and saw that indeed

He had his superman boxers over his pants.

Wow Dick, if you want a girl seeing you in boxers you could be smother.

He blushed in all the shades of crimson and ran to his room to change meanwhile you were laughing your ass of.

“I’m ready. What did you want, (n/n)?” He said, coming out of his room, now dressed right.

“I just thought, dunno, if you wanted to have breakfast with me, my treat! As a thank you for your help.”

Dick’s eyes shined

“YES. Let’s go! I know the perfect coffee shop.”


You decide for a hot chocolate and a croissant and Dick decided to have a coffee and a croissant.

“Wow, you don’t know how thankful I am right now. The only thing I have in my pantry is cereal.”

“Heh, thank YOU for your help.”

“So, (y/n), why are you so happy today? Got a date or something?”

“How do you know that?”

“…I’m a fortune teller…??”

“What? But yeah, I got a date with my friend who lives in Gotham. It’s been years since last I saw him”

“He’s more than a friend?”

“What? NO! We’re just friends”

“Then, I still got a chance?” He winked.

You  blushed but sipped your chocolate with a smile.


Tim Drake normally was a sleep deprived teen with too many preoccupations and didn’t think of going out with anyone. But he got kissed a lot.

So he must be attractive, no?

If so, he could win the heart of his long love interest in secret.

AKA (y/n) (l/n).

Alfred was surprised to see young Tim Drake, dressed prettily, without bags under his eyes, fresh as a rose.

It was a good surprise.

“Master Tim, what got this change in you today?”

“I got a date, Alfred! Tonight!”

“I’m surprised there is a girl so foolish that she would agree going out with you.” Damian said.

“You little- you know what? I’m too happy to fight you today.”

Bruce Wayne who was just reading the newspaper raised his eyes and looked at his middle child, eyebrows raised.

“I hope you will bring her home soon, if she is the same girl you’ve been talking about for years.”

“I-I don’t know when to bring her, for all the family to be present…” Tim said, but what he really wanted to say was:

“I don’t want to bring her home, all of you will scare her off.”

“Tomorrow would be a good day, Alfred was going to make your favorite for dinner. I’m also very curious of what makes this girl so special than she got you to sleep 8 hours.”

“heh, I-I don’t know if she will be able to atted…”

“You coward, you don’t want to bring her home? Are you scared I will take her away from you?”


“Oh, so her name is (Y/n)…hmm (y/n) Wayne it sounds better than (y/n) Drake.”


“Stop it. Tim you know Damian is just messing with you.”

“I now, but-“

“Sorry, to interrupt you master Tim, but at what time you promised Miss (Y/N) you would pick her up?”

“At 7”

“…” Bruce looked at his son. “Tim, you know it’s 6:50, right?”


Damian laughed at Tim’s distress until his father glared at him.

“I got the car ready, master Tim. Ready to go when you are.”



Tim was late and you were freezing.

Great day to pick a short skirt and a blouse.

“Where are you Tim?”

“Prince charming forgot about his Cinderella?”

You turned around and found Nightwing, hanging from a lamp post.

“You again…What do you want now?”

“Oh, nothing, just keep company to this really beautiful girl who helped me out last night. And if her date let’s her hanging, treat her to dinner.”

He jumps to the ground and smirks, flipping his hair fabulously.

“I don’t need your company, Tim is almost there I know it.”

“Well, why don’t we go-“

Suddenly a limo came up and Tim got off of it, running to you, his jacket in hand.

“I’m so so sorry, (y/n). My stupid little brother made me late.” He said as he put his jacket around you. You smiled at Tim and kissed his check.

“Don’t worry, I’m just happy you are here.”

“What’s Nightwing doing here?” Tim glared at his brother, jealous.

“Oh, he-“

“I was just keeping her company, and was almost going to take her to have dinner, seeing as you keep her waiting in the cold unforgiving night of Blüdhaven.” He glared back.

“Well, I’m here. So you can scram off.” Tim said snarkily.

Wow, Tim so OOC.

“Yeah, I’m going I have to find my colleague Red Robin, I have to talk to him about a …problem.” Nightwing said. “Have a wonderful night (Y/N) “ He kissed your cheek to Timmy’s displeasure, who grabbed your hip and dragged you to the car.

You entered the car and Tim sat next to you, meanwhile the car pulled off Tim and Dick’s glare contest was still going on.


“I’m so sorry (y/n)”

“Don’t worry, Timmy. Now shush and enjoy the movie.”


In the climax of the movie, Tim pulled off the oldest trick in the book as he stretched and pulled his arm around you.

You smiled at his smooth move and leaned your head on his shoulder. He blushed but a silly smile was on his face for all the rest of the movie.


“Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah, I did. It was better than some of the other prequels.”


“ Now what?” You asked. Tim smiled charmingly.

“Now he go to have dinner.”

After a short drive, the car pulled off on this really fancy Italian restaurant.

“Timmy! This is too fancy for me!”

“Nothing is too much for you. You deserve the best”

You smiled at Tim bashfully.

He was a real charmer.

Well, he is a Wayne.

“I had a reservation.”


“ Tim Drake-Wayne”

“OH. Mr. Drake, come in please! Over here, we have the best table for you and your date. Right this way.”

She looked nervous.

Huh, why? You thought.

Tim waited for you to sit and then brought the chair closer to the table chivalrously. Then he sat down himself. A waiter came up with the menus and after a short period of time your food was already served.

“So… How do you like Gotham?”

“It’s gloomy and dark…”


“I like it.”



Tim smiled and his ears turned red.

“I missed you, (n/n), a lot”

“I missed you too, Timmy”

“…Do you still want to meet my family? We’re really dysfunctional and probably, my brothers won’t be here and-and”

You put your hand over his, shutting him up.

“Yes Tim, I would love to meet your family.”


“Tomorrow at 9?”


“Wait, tomorrow?!”

“If you can’t we could-“

“NO-no It’s okay, I just have to go shopping for something…fancier.”

“No (n/n), you are beautiful dressed in a dress as you are in your gym clothes. You don’t need more fancy clothes, I’m sure my family will love you as you are just like I love you-“



“Don’t worry, I’m nervous too. And I think your clothes are beautiful” Your face and a tomato were the same in this moment.


After a wonderful diner and a walk in Gotham Park in the chilly night of Gotham with the city light as your stars, Tim took you back to Blüdhaven and walked you up until your door.

After a few moments of tension, Tim gained the courage to try and kiss you.

As his lips were about to touch yours, the door in front of yours opened and Dick come out of his home.

He wasn’t spying you two through the peephole.


“Timmy? Little brother what are you doing here?! Came over to see you favorite big brother?”

Tim blushed and turned to Dick who was smiling broadly while Tim glared.


To be continued…

SHINee’s Reaction To Your First Kiss With Them

Requested by anon


You and Onew would be curled up in front of the TV while watching a movie. The whole time he kept being sneaky and shuffling closer and closer to you. By the time the movie has reached its climax he playfully nudges your cheek with his nose. You turn to face him and are surprised that he’s so close to your face.

He blushes a little and gazes into your eyes before tilting his head to the side questioningly. You shyly nod and he leans forwards, pressing his lips against yours. As it’s only your first kiss it doesn’t last that long and you both pull back with wide grins on your faces.

You cuddles closer together and continue watching the movie but you’re both a tad more intimate.


You would be sitting on the couch quietly reading your favourite book with a very annoying Jonghyun sitting next to you who was desperate for attention.

‘A/N! I want to talk to you~’ Jonghyun would whine.
‘One minutes Jonghyun, this is a good part,’ you’d reply, your eyes fixed on the words in front of you. After a little bit Jonghyun stopped talking, much to your pleasure.

All of a sudden he tore the book out of your hands and chucked it onto the floor. Your head flew up as a look of anger covered your features.
‘Yah! Jonghyu-’ You were cut off as his lips pressed against yours as he nudged you backwards into the couch. He deepened the kiss and all negative thought disappeared from your mind. 


You sighed as you glanced at your phone. Key was late. Again. You understood he had a busy schedule but it would be nice if he made a bit of time to catch up with his girlfriend. Just as you’re about to give up and go home Key strolls through the door of the cafe at a slow and leisurely pace.

You swear inside your head. You’d been waiting here over an hour and he’s acting like he has all the time in the world. You jump out of your seat and storm towards him.

‘I can’t believe you Kim Kibum! I’ve been waiting here for hours and you decide to show up now?! You know what? What if I don’t want to see you know? Yeah?! I’m leaving!’ You cry.

Before you can turn away Key places his hands on your cheeks and kisses you. It’s a slow and smooth kiss that every girl dreams of.
‘I’m sorry baby. I’ll make everything better now.’


You and Minho collapse onto the grass of the dimly lit park you both had spent the last hour kicking a soccer ball around in. You were breathing heavily and your cheeks were flushed red while Minho’s hair was sticking to his face from sweat.

All of a sudden Minho bursts out laughing and begins rolling around on the grass. You stare at him curiously as he suddenly sits up straight and pulls you onto his lap. You gasp at the sudden change of positions and gaze down at him.
‘What is it Minho?’ You ask him.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he murmurs before leaning in and pressing your lips together. It’s very soft and a little shy as you both pull away slightly and smile.
‘As are you,’ you grin as you lean in for another kiss.


You and Taemin were sitting on a picnic blanket while eating and chatting to each other. It was a nice day and the sun was shining over both of you. TaeMin leans over you to grab a carton of banana milk but he pauses half way.
‘Are you alright Tae?’ You ask him.

‘I’m fine,’ he smiled and went back to where he was before without actually getting the banana milk. He shuffles closer to you as your conversation continues. Without you really noticing he lightly places his hand on your leg, a plan forming in his mind.

You turn towards him with a dazzling smile as you finish off your story and notice him staring at you in a weird way.
‘Y/N… Can I kiss you?’ He asks shyly. You were a little surprised but you nod, a smile playing across your lips. He moves closer and your lips brush sending shivers down your spine.

Requests are open!

So I’ve posted a few times about gender roles in FBAWTFT and about how Newt is a great example of nontoxic masculinity. But I realized yet another thing.

At the end of the movie, there’s a major climax action scene that the characters must brave great danger to throw themselves into. And that’s the case for a lot of movies, right? But what’s different about FBAWTFT is that the immediate skills required to save Credence are traditionally feminine ones – compassion, gentleness, communication, connection, and relationship skills. Newt not being hypermasculine helps him understand this – Grindelwald, on the other hand, cannot make himself gentle enough not to be attacked by Credence. This also may be why Tina is ultimately the most successful at this.

Of course, then you’ve got Seraphina – a woman – taking the completely opposite route. I find that interesting.

Another interesting thing here is that while Newt’s particular level of masculinity is generally shown to be a good thing, ultimately Credence died in part because Newt wasn’t traditionally masculine enough. What I mean by that is, combat skills are a traditionally masculine trait, and Newt’s weren’t good enough to fend off Grindelwald, which lost him and Tina valuable time and enabled Seraphina to come down with the Aurors. More than that, it was specifically Newt being tortured that set Credence off a second time.

Interestingly, we know Tina can hold her own against Grindelwald – so in this situation she’s displaying superiority in both masculine and feminine traits. If there were two Tinas, maybe Credence would still be alive. (Though maybe Grindelwald wouldn’t have been caught.)

I’m not sure exactly what point I’m trying to make here; I’m still trying to conceptualize all this. But JKR did some really interesting things with gender in this movie and I’m going to keep examining them.

initially i was gonna structure the third act of tasm 3 as like, peter and mj have a catastrophic fight and peter stomps off in a huff to go confront harry alone, then harry traps him, then mj shows up and frees him and they kiss and tell each other they love each other, which definitely would have been The Superhero Movie Thing To Do, and i think it could have worked, but. like. 

okay so the whole thing is just peter vs. grief, right? and everything else is incidental. and the entire root of peter’s grief is that he feels responsible for gwen’s death, because he allowed her to come fight alongside him, and she died, and she specifically died because his attempt to save her was so flawed. and this isn’t actually a weird or foreign or superhero-only concept. accidental deaths happen every day, and these people almost always leave behind loved ones who feel responsible and tell themselves they could have prevented the accident if only they’d done x, y, or z.

so like. of course, peter is going to ask mj to stay behind. and when mj agrees to stay behind, he’s respecting peter’s wishes, and peter feels like he’s solved the problem. he’s ensured mj won’t get hurt because of him.

but then, of course, harry throws that back in peter’s face - trapping him in a controlled detonation chamber and mocking him with the sure knowledge that no one’s coming to save him. because peter telling mj to stay back wasn’t actually mature growth. it was just another act of fear.

but then to just have mj come running in and deus ex machina peter would be too pat a solution, right, so instead i had peter like… go beyond the veil a bit? and talk to gwen one last time. which is arguably all he’s wanted to do the whole movie. and she essentially gives him a choice between dying (i.e., grieve indefinitely, remain in stasis) or to engineer a solution that will contain the bombs (i.e., move on, return to his family and his friends and his future). 

like. in both of the earlier tasm movies, the climax is about peter intervening to save all of new york city from certain death. and i thought it would be neat to subvert that a little bit and be like… peter thinks he’s being brave and self-sacrificial by going to the warehouse alone to stop harry’s evil plot, but actually, actually, the only person he needs to save is himself. 

so he makes that critical decision to block the bombs instead of lying down and dying, and then he’s knocked unconscious by the blast. and it’s in this state of weakness that his family and his friends find him and carry him out to safety, because he literally cannot do it alone. it’s a metaphor for the idea that personal strength can only go so far when it comes to grieving, and isolation is anathema to recovery. like… with great power comes great responsibility, and the sustaining source of great power is great love. gay love, specifically. all right i’ll shut up now.

loludontknowmyname  asked:

Are you wearing my shirt? with Tsukishima please, this boy so angsty that needs fluff.

Paleontology was a bitch.
For the past two weeks Tsukishima Kei had spent so much time around the remains of dinosaurs, he was starting to feel ancient himself. It was 10:00 PM on the dot, and Tsukishima kept wondering why the hell he was still in a lab, brushing down and old fish skull. This was the most he’s ever wanted to throw anyones skull across the room, and he’s met Hinata Shouyou. He was the only one there still, others abandoning their projects until tomorrow. Papers were scattered, test tubes disarray. A weak, flickering light bulb the only thing keeping the depressing, sterile room lit. Everything just seemed depressing, horrifying even, like some straight out of a horror movie climax scene. He hated this lab, but for some miraculous reason, he was still here. Just to spite his boss, he figured he should just leave the damn thing on the floor for everyone to step on and go home, but he was getting three hundred thousand dollars a year for this job, so he ultimately decided against it. He still really, really just wanted to go home.
So he did.
One he got home, he felt as if every heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He almost caught himself sighing in relief. The warm gust of air from the furnace greeted him like a warm hug, pulling him into its comfort. There was a vanilla scented candle going off somewhere, along with the dim light of a lamp. He set all his things down by the door, taking careful steps and prodding towards the living room. He caught the eye of his girlfriend, nuzzled up in the corner of the couch, a book way too heavy for her hands to handle covering her face. He almost laughed.
“Took you long enough to come home.” She pouted, closing the book with a dramatic thud and placing it on the coffee table. She opened up her arms as a gesture to come hug her, but he only shook his head.
“Are you wearing my shirt?” He pondered, leaning over and fiddling with the fabric by her collar. She was wearing her favorite shirt of his, an oversized maroon sweater that was even a little baggy on him. She nodded, shamelessly, resting her hand over his.
“I missed you. A lot.”
His heart swelled a bit, looking down at how cute she looked and the fact that she missed him was a little too much for him to handle. He shook his head again.
“Really now?”
“So you resort to wearing my sweater?”
Again, she nodded, holding her arms out and pulling him up next to her. He didn’t fight it, allowing her warmth to consume him right then and there. He adored this, her loving fingers through his hair, the slow, muted record playing in the other room lulling him to sleep.
“You know, I find it hysterical when you come home in this lab coat of yours.” She chuckled, running her hands along the fabric.
“What’s so funny about it?”
“You just look so cute, you’re lucky I didn’t become a paleontologist like you, or I’d been working right next to you and drooling over how hot you look in a lab coat.”
“Please don’t tell me you think I look attractive in this thing…”
“So attractive, like a sexy Bill Nye or something.”
Tsukishima suppressed a snort, looking up at her and rolling his eyes.
“Call me Sexy Bill Nye one more time and I’m getting up and leaving.”
“Are you forgetting the one time you ironically called me ‘Sexy Bob Ross’ for bringing home a painting from my art class that one time? Because I didn’t.” She laughed, leaning over a bit and placing a soft kiss against his forehead. “So I have every right to call you Sexy Bill Nye.”
“But it was ironic, you even said it yourself.”
She only sighed then. She kissed the crown of his head, lingering there and burying her face in the soft strands of his hair. He began to yawn, finding solace in the softness of her chest.
He was glad he came home.

starryfoxtrails  asked:

On Halloween, the Gunderson family always watches horror movies, and after Pidge and Lance start dating he's invited over for their annual marathon. The problem: Lance is TERRIFIED of scary movies. He tries to laugh it all off at first, but ends up sharing a blanket with Pidge, holding her way too tight, screaming in her ear at every single jump scare, and burying his face in her hair and neck for every movie climax. Pidge? She secretly loves it and MAY have invited him on purpose ;)

YES!! ADORABLE!! You just made my day!!! Sometimes Pidge chooses movies she have already watched so she can concentrate in Lance’s expressions, which are funny and cute at the same time.

After the movie, Lance obviously denies he was scared. He was just “pretending so Pidge wouldn’t feel ashamed if she was scared”, but ends up following Pidge like a puppy all night x’D He just doesn’t want to be alone. 

But it’s not all bad for Lance because, at the end, he gains more cuddles!

legorobloxguy  asked:

*stabs choclate cake* WELCOME BACK CHARA

“Life in the Underground is pretty uneventful, although Mettaton has been starting to release a lot of movies lately.”

“… Most’s climax is him dancing under a rain of petals.”

“The mun has been alright as well, but I was told not to break the forth wall.”

“Also, monster food is superior.”

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I went to the movies today with my grandparents (big mistake) to see Kong Skull Island. So like the last 30 mins in my grandma turns around and sees two kids kissing. To us they looked like 14 and 13 (the girl and boy respectively), so she tells my grandpa that they're rude and their young and shouldn't be like that. And I was wondering if you could give me a Jikook headcanon based on that prompt. Sorry for the long ask. Btw I love your blog.

The lights were dim, encasing the theater in a blanket of darkness, the only source of light being the giant flickering movie screen on the far wall of the room. Watcher’s faces were illuminated occasionally by the bright colors, revealing their faces and…activities. It was a bit over an hour into the movie, the climax recently passed indicating that the end of the film was nearing.

And that’s when he noticed it.

“Jimin,” he whispered urgently.

“What?” He still wasn’t looking at him

“Jimin!” Jungkook tries nudging his shoulder.

“I’m trying to watch the movie, what is it??” He finally turns his head over to the other man who was trying desperately to get his attention.

Jungkook nods his head discreetly in the direction of the seats behind them. “Would you look at that?”

Jimin honestly has no idea what the other is talking about until he turns his attention to the who exactly were in those seats. Two young kids—no older than 14—had their lips tightly locked together rather obscenely in the darkness of the theater. Jimin raises an eyebrow at the scene but doesn’t say anything more.

“Can you believe it?” Jungkook says in disbelief.

“Hm,” Jimin responds, absentmindedly.

“They are so young! Too young to be doing that—and in public.”

“Yes Jungkookie you’re right.”

“I wonder if their parents know where they are and what they are up to. Kids these days.” Jungkook shakes his head, shoving in a mouthful of popcorn.

“A huh.”

“I mean, how rude is that? There are children in this theater—hell, they are children—”


The younger stops in the middle of his rant and looks at the older who has quite an amused look on his face.

“While I love your passionate concern for those kids, can we please focus on the kid we have here on our hands? We did come to this movie for her after all.”

Jungkook’s shoulders relax from their tense position at the calming face of his husband, wrinkles from old age at the corners of his smiling eyes. His eyes flicker over to their granddaughter who was completely invested in the final minutes of the movie, oblivious to the scene next to her.

He weaves their fingers together and nods his head lightly, turning back to the giant screen to finish watching the movie.

“And besides, you can’t say that wasn’t us when we were their age.” Jimin murmurs under his breath.

Jungkook splutters.

jedimaesteryoda  asked:

Regarding Snyder's attempts to make Superman human, I think he should have borrowed from MCU wrt a similar character: Captain America. MCU makes him relatable by keeping an eye on, not Captain America, but Steve Rogers. Snyder should have kept the focus on Clark Kent to make him more relatable rather than his alter ego. Your thoughts?

Agreed. Where Man of Steel really started to go wrong is how it handled Clark’s childhood in Kansas. The prologue on Krypton is easily the best part of the movie; it certainly has issues with storytelling (the codex is a completely unnecessary MacGuffin) and tone (“I WILL FIND HIM!”) but the basic dynamic between Zod and Jor-El, and how it relates to the larger issues at play, comes through clearly and effectively. Similarly, Batman v Superman solidly establishes Batman’s place in this universe early on with a creative perspective-changeup on MoS’ climax. Both movies really go off the rails when the actual plot starts. 

In MoS’ case, handling Clark’s childhood via flashbacks fatally sabotages the movie on several levels. First of all, as Dan Olson noted, the flashbacks don’t actually intersect with Clark’s adult story in any meaningful fashion. The past and present don’t inform each other; there’s no thematic buildup or narrative propulsion, just a series of scenes floating in the narrative ether. Secondly, giving us so little time in Smallville makes it hard to get invested when Snyder starts blowing it up. It really comes off like Clark Kent’s Kansas doesn’t mean anything more to the writer and director than an excuse to indulge in Malickian texture; the punch-to-the-face product placement in that fight doesn’t help either, because given that lack of investment, it ends up feeling like what Supes is defending from Zod’s wrecking crew isn’t his neighbors, but U-Haul and Ihop. 

Most importantly, though, and relevant to your question: both that structural approach to the Kansas portion of Clark’s story and the actual content of that portion makes it very difficult to connect to him as a character. The values he was raised with in MoS, unlike in other media, consist of “don’t help people because they won’t understand you and anyway you don’t have any obligation to use your powers to help people.” This is what you get when you put an Ayn Rand fan in charge of an altruist’s story. Moreover, Clark doesn’t ever really push back against this frankly terrible lesson. We’re never shown why he cares about saving humanity. We’re never shown how he feels about Pa Kent’s values, or indeed Jor-El’s. We’re never given a clear coherent sense of who Clark Kent is, what he wants, what he needs, how these wants and needs are in conflict. He’s just a sad-faced mute stumbling through a story that’s really more about his father figures than him. 

And yes, First Avenger is an appropriate contrast, because that movie makes it crystal clear who Steve Rogers is.

So when MCU Steve throws himself on a grenade, it’s meaningful, because we know who he is and why he’s doing it. When DCEU Clark sacrifices himself to stop Doomsday, it’s not meaningful, because we never got a strong dramatic sense of who he is and why he’s doing it.