Hanzo and mei have shared movie nights when they dont want to sleep. When they’ve both laid awake in bed for an hour with their thoughts haunting them they promised each other that they would send a message and if the other is awake meet up.
They sit in common room after leaving zarya and mccree notes in case they wake up and wonder where they are. Hanzo brings the tea and mei brings the snacks and they flick through sombras archive to find terrible old films. The first time it was the golden compass that mei loved, then they moved onto eragon which had hanzos dragons curious. They managed the first 5 ironman movies but didnt finish the first captian america together, mei asked hanzo how it ended when hanzo and mccree watched it together later, he told her all about the winter soldier too though kept out the details about his freezer time.
Most mornings after their movie nights both mei and hanzo wake tucked away in one of their beds after their partners find them curled together on the couch before the morning rush. Mccree would let genji know his brother would miss the early morning meditation and zarya would alert winston that he wouldnt find a partner in mei for whatever experiments he was conducting that day.
Mei had to enlist help from efi to help protect snowball against hanzos dragons because the two spirits could more often than not be found wrapped around meis companion when they woke from their movie naps. When the dragons werent tripping mccree up or following hanzo they tended to be hanging around the labs much to winstons dismay when their electricity disrupted his equipment.
Zarya and mccree ended up bonding over partners that didnt know when enough was enough and rest was needed… as well as failed arm wrestling challenges on mccrees part.
It surprised no one when mei asked hanzo to be her best man at her wedding. The year after genji was more than happy to be mccrees best man so mei could be hanzos.
Did someone say modern step sibling au lmao I mentioned writing this before, I was gonna make it one long fic but i decided to break it up into a few shorter ones? It wont be that long tho I just don’t want it all to be in one thing. ANYWAY, this is a modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part one!
how does jyn, cynic extraordinaire, go from being self-serving to the champion of the rebellion, even after galen’s death destroys her? how does cassian go from telling jyn about hope to “her faith carried him with her”?
(aka: the missing keystone of rogue one ft. chirrut)
After years of feeling nothing, she now feels too much. Too much, too deeply, too quickly. It fills her being, too much for mere blood and sinew and muscle and bone to contain. And so, she shatters.
She shatters like the glass under her fist. Into frigid, jagged, burning, bloody pieces.
It’s all Galen’s fault. For leaving her with Saw. For loving so deeply. For sending that message. For dying in her arms.
It’s all Cassian’s fault. For dragging her back into this mess. For taking that order. For disobeying that order. For caring too deeply. For clashing with her.
She thought feeling was something she neatly packed away in a box and kicked into the recesses of her brain.
Apparently, she was wrong.
She burns with anger, she burns with hatred, she burns with despair.
And then she is empty, the only sensation she feels is the stinging of glass shards and the suffocating sogginess of her rain-soaked jacket.
Tumblr: Don’t watch the Ghost in the Shell movie! It’s whitewashing!
Ghost in the Shell movie: (An evil corporation takes a Japanese girl and inserts her brain into an android body modeled after a Caucasian woman. Said girl eventually finds out the truth and brings the corporation crashing down and then goes back to her Japanese mother to try and live the life that was stolen from her in one of the best metaphors of whitewashing in a movie I’ve ever seen)
Why do people not get past the relationship thing and see the actual point of “When Marnie Was There”?? *cries*
Marnie and Anna did not have a close heterosexual friendship. The whole movie was Anna’s journey as she reclaimed her memories and came to accept why her parents and grandmother left her. She remembered stories long buried in her consciousness in the only way her sorta messed up brain knew how - by imagining the stories. Whether it was a psychosis or just wild imagination and dreams (tbh, probably psychosis), it was her way of coping with the position in her life. The episode was triggered at the sight of the mansion and the silo. Memories came flooding back, but not in the usual way. There was no ghost, it was just Anna going to the mansion and staring up at the window, or Anna climbing alone up to the silo, as she remembered stuff in the only way her brain could cope with it - placing herself into the story. It was really, really romantic because the story happened between two lovers and that’s how she remembers it.
And the soul of the movie isn’t Anna finding a friend, or their relationship, or her falling in love. It’s about her reconciling her problems by sorting out her past.
It’s beautiful, really. One of the best Studio Ghibli movies I’ve seen :))
(No Spoilers) Wonder woman: A fresh new take on superhero movies
Very rarely does one experience a film of this genre with a perfectly
balanced screen play, cast and director whilst staying true to the character.
Wonder woman set off as a promising start in the big screen when she first
appeared in Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice fully clad in her battle armor
and with her battle music.
Believers and non-believers alike started to rally to her
cause and praised the actress Gal Gadot as the ‘Hugh Jackman’ of the DC Movie Universe.
All over the world people started to see Wonder woman not only as the “girl” of
the Justice League, but one of the cornerstones of the DC Universe.
Staying true to the hype, Wonder woman’s movie debut was
impressive, astonishing, well-loved and well-reviewed amongst all platforms.
Director Patty Jenkins and crew not only succeeded in creating a masterpiece
that other superhero films should look up to, but also managed to stay true to
a beloved character and told her story in fantastic style.
What do you love the most about Rey? And what do you like the most about Kylo?
I love that she’s allowed to act childish and a bit immature but is not infantilized, nor reduced to that (she also proves to be wise and mature in other aspects); that her femininity is not stressed by her clothing or demeanor and is never sexualized (in fact, her gender is narratively as well as visually almost irrelevant); that the fact that she’s an orphaned scavenger isn’t just a cool background that is quickly forgotten once she starts her hero’s journey, but is integral to her characterization, like an ingrained mentality. Like, she eats shamelessly fast and has zero table manners because she’s so used to starve; she doesn’t sit and wait to be rescued because she learned that nobody came back for her; she isn’t a stranger to trading her sense of justice for things that benefit her (see: she was more than ready to sell bb-8 for food), but ultimately, it’s her pride that protects her from selling herself; she knows when to run and when to attack due to probably countless brawls with other scavengers; (most of) her skills as a pilot/mechanic are consistent with the way she made a living on Jakku; stealing things and making them work for her is how she survives and that’s exactly what she does to Kylo’s mind powers—she scavenges them. She’s like a leech, observing and absorbing everything without filters, because that’s exactly what you do if nobody is actually teaching you anything.
UMMMM KINDA??? tbh i had her in my head for a LONG time ?? but i never made her bc a few others had joker’s daughter ocs ?? but then my friend made her joker ( @genocidejestcr ) & i was like BET IMA MAKE HER NOW BC I LOVE ALYSSA & i kinda worked with nothing rip. but now as the blog has a following i do lean toward the nolan films just bc it seems like the joker & harley would be old enough to have a daughter around mallory’s age rather than say the SS harls & j.
but i ALSO base her off the animated cartoon since i owned the dvds growing up and am most comfortable with that i’m not an avid comic reader and only know bits and pieces. she’s very much a mixed oc?? she has aspects and links to any and all source material & is heavily headcanon based.
My borderline homophobic mother sat me down when I was fifteen to show me one of her favorite movies about “two girls who were just the sweetest best friends”. That movie was Fried Green Tomatoes. Jokes on her.
had been passed down in my family for the past couple of generations; a
nighttime companion to help ward off bad dreams and those pesky
monsters who live under the bed. In his first incarnation, he was a
stuffed brown bear with button eyes that my great grandmother sewed for
my grandfather when he was a boy. When my mother was old enough to be
afraid of the dark, Grandpa gave her a sock monkey with a bright red fez
to sleep with. When it was my turn to inherit my own Crinklebottom, Mom
tucked me in with a small blue bunny.
Hi! If you ever have any free time, can I request a prompt from you? Some small Stanley and Ma Pines bonding? Stanley is sick and his mom is taking care of him. "I can't believe I got sick before Ford." "What I can't believe is you're actually sick" "If you didn't believe I was sick then why did you pick me up from school?" "Eh, I didn't have anything better to do." And they watch tv and he falls asleep.
This answer was not meant to be more than a few lines, but that’s what happens when I spend the weekend watching the Star Trek: TOS marathon. Anyway, bless this trash mom and her trash son, I love a lot, bye.
“Alright, somebody better quick explain why I was dragged away from work,” Mrs. Pines strutted into the principal’s office, hands strung loosely over her hips, heels clicking furiously against the tile. “I gotta be home before Mrs. Proffitt finishes her spiel, so that gives us, oh, forty minutes tops.”
From where he sat, miserable and hunched, Stan’s headache increased tenfold. Great, now he was in for it. Across from him, Principal Burbridge – a squat man with bushy sideburns, who obviously had it out for Stan – seemed to relish in his despair.
“Mrs. Pines, please take a seat. This shouldn’t take long,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Pines marched up to his desk but didn’t sit, instead gazing down at her son in exasperation.
“What did you do?” she demanded, as if reading from a practiced script.
Before Stan could get a word in edgewise, the principal crashed through his defense with the single accusation, “Your son claims to be ill.”
Unruffled, Mrs. Pines’ eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch. “Claims?” she said anticlimactically. It definitely wasn’t the worst charges brought against Stan in his five years of schooling.
“Stanley has visited the nurse four times this month alone, complaining of temporary deafness, mathematical amnesia, and most notably, the plague.” The principal’s brow rose sharply. “And let’s not forget the incident with the fake vomit.”
That the cafeteria’s chowder made for a believable puke substitute should be the thing currently under fire, Stan thought ruefully.
Rolling her eyes, Ma Pines eyed her son discerningly, watching him quell under her glare. Whatever she saw, however, stunted her growing irritation; she brushed the back of her hand over his forehead, frowning at the heat.
“Did you take his temperature?” she asked the principal, flatly. “Because he feels warm. Really warm.”