sorry if you thought i was over this the real thing

Originally posted by imnathbtw

Requested by Anon

Request: JOKER SMUT WITH KNIFE-PLAY OR GUN-PLAY, IM SCREAMING, JUST ROUGH JOKER, BUT THEN THE AFTERCARE COMES UP AND HES SO SWEET ARGH

Warning: GUN PLAY, Smut

A/N: I gotcha Anon! My first time I wrote something like this and I’m so excited and nervous! I thought about both, knife and gun play and decided I want to do gun play a little bit more, I don’t know. I just saw the Joker with an awesome flashy gun in my mind and then some sexy things happened and yeah… Sorry I took so long and if it’s bad. School/Work is fucking me over.

Real life sucks. 


He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the wall, pressing his red lips against yours. You moaned, your fingers sliding up his biceps, grabbing them as you felt no air rushing through your lungs. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, dominating you for mere seconds before he broke the kiss, leaving you with want.

“On your knees.” His voice was deep and seductive, and you did what he said.

He pulled out his golden gun and you looked up, eyes big. Pointing it at you, just a few inches from your forehead, he grinned and flashed you his metal teeth. You gulped but trusted him enough to not to kill you. 

“What a little obedient thing you are.” You only nodded keenly.

His gun wandered a little bit down, touching for a second your nose, then moving closer to your lips, and you knew what he wanted. 

And it sent arousing shockwaves through naked your lower parts. 

“Be a good little thing and use your tongue.”

You closed your lips around the gun. It was cold and tasted like metal and gunpowder, something that strangely aroused you. Slowly, you sucked the loaded gun and made eye contact with the Joker, letting your tongue slide over the shaft while you kept your hands crossed on your back. You let out a loud moan, working eagerly and wetting the weapon with your spit.

The Joker laughed and pushed the gun deeper into your mouth, making you gag but you didn’t stop sucking until he took the gun away. Spit dripped down your chin. 

He fisted the hair at the back of your head and pulled it back, making you look pained at him. “On the bed. On all fours, baby.” 

You stood up and crawled slowly onto the bed, naked and on all fours, waiting for the Joker to take you. You heard the zipper and his pants, how they rustled and fell down to the ground. 

Eagerly, you wiggled your hips, spreading invitingly your legs but shrieked when he suddenly slapped your ass. Once, Twice, Thrice. And then a last time. “Outch.” You whispered, and he chuckled and grabbed your hips, placing himself at your entrance. His hands wandered over your ass and back, caressing you and leaving goosebumps. 

You moaned when you felt his tip slide inside of you, teasing you before he pushed himself in, and groaned when your walls clenched around him. Immediately, he began to move in a steady pace, slamming into you, filling the room with the sound of your bodies hitting each other. 

He thrusted harder, faster, deeper in you, drawing screams from you.

You screamed, you gasped, you fisted the sheets and savored the intense feeling he made you feel through the rough pounding. His fingers burried between your legs, the Joker began to rub your clit, fast and harshly, moaning and groaning, until you felt your climax washing over you, like an untamed wave. You called out his name, causing him to reach his own climax, and cumming inside of you.

With a shaky breath you pressed your face into the pillow, trying to calm yourself down, while the Joker pushed himself away, and rolled himself onto his back, breathless and sex-dazed, pulling you with him. “You’re so fearless.” he said, his hand burried in your hair, and pulled you into a heated kiss before breaking it after mere seconds, smearing his red lipstick all over your mouth. “I like it.” 

You smiled and placed your head over his racing heart. “Lets do that again.” 

“You’re so eager.” He chuckled at your words and caressed your cheek with his rough pale hand, tugging you closer to him. 

“Only with you, J.” You answered and took a deep breath, taking in his unique scent. “Only with you.” 


Tagging: @salvatoreseduction

Patater Soulmate thing

Soulmate AU in which your soulmate’s first thought about you appears on your skin somewhere that is also a college AU where Kent and Tater end up in a class together before they meet each other through the hockey team (maybe Tater flew in from Russia late and missed team intros but I’m totally stealing that from another fic sorry)

and so Kent is not paying attention when Tater sits down next to him, and Tater is getting antsy and bored because syllabus day sucks let’s be real, and so he starts fiddling with his pencil and Kent just looks over and the first thing he thinks is God, his hands are obscene, and Kent can’t stop staring 

And then of course they get to practice that afternoon and fuck Kent because the guy from his class is here and thank God that hockey players wear gloves

Then fast forward a while to when the team is on a roadie and they won their game and Kent and Tater are sharing a room and someone brought alcohol so Kent ends up having a little too much and he’s laying in bed watching Tater get ready to go to sleep and he just blurts out “Fuck Mashkov, your hands are ridiculous” and Tater stares at him really weird but Kent is drunk and a little sexually frustrated so he just keeps going

“like, I know we’re teammates and everything but fuck I can’t stop imagining your giant ass hands touching me, like I didn’t think I had a hand kink before I met you, but obscene is an appropriate word for what you are doing to me, wait, what are you doing?”

and suddenly Tater is crossing the room in a few giant strides and kneeling down in front of Kent and stares into his eyes like he’s looking for something, and Kent can’t breathe, and Tater’s mouth is moving, and he’s being asked a question but all he hears is “words?”

“What?” Kent manages to squeak out and Tater is asking again, “Where are words?” and all Kent can think of is his soulmark, but why would Tater ask about that? but he subconsciously touches them anyway, right under his t-shirt by his collarbone, and wait, Tater’s hand is there now, what is hap-

Kent’s brain is overheating and Tater’s got his shirt pulled down below the words and is staring at them very intently and brushing his fingers against them

“only seat left is next to hot guy, great, now will get no work done” and Kent is sobering up a little because fuck the sentence on his chest sounds really natural coming from someone who doesn’t speak English that well and Tater is still staring at him, and fuck Kent realizes what’s going on when Tater stands up and turns around and starts taking his shirt off

and now Kent is face to face with the words God his hands are obscene printed on tater’s back and he didn’t notice before but his eyes are tearing up and he doesn’t know what to do so he just leans his forehead against Tater’s back, against his words because he’s really happy right now and still a little drunk

and Tater just leans back into Kent with a smile on his face because I found him.

maderilien  asked:

talk to me about catws!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m gonna talk about how the character of the Winter Soldier relies heavily on sound throughout the film because it’s one of the first things I picked up on during my numerous re-viewings and I think it’s one of the strengths of the film in terms of film technique.

For starters, the Winter Soldier is a really interesting character because he’s one of the titular characters and he’s key to the plot, but he has hardly any lines of dialogue and he’s only in it for maybe a third of the film. But the reason the Winter Soldier has such a presence in the film is because of the strength of Sebastian Stan’s ability to act using just his face and body and also the techniques that the film uses to establish details about his character that aren’t revealed through plot or dialogue. WS has only six real scenes in the film, which are:

  1. First encounter with Nick Fury on the streets of D.C.
  2. Shooting Nick Fury at Steve’s apartment
  3. Speaking with Alexander Pierce
  4. The Causeway
  5. The Bank Vault (”But I knew him”)
  6. Final Battle

So how do you establish the presence of a character who has six scenes during the film? The answer is to use every film technique at your disposal, and this film especially relies on sound. The Winter Soldier has to be one of the creepiest themes I’ve ever seen for a character because it utilizes a lot of metallic noises, robotic clanging, and inhuman screaming, which matches perfectly the visceral diegetic sounds of WS during the film, like the sound of the metal arm. It’s a far cry from what a normal character theme would be, because The Winter Soldier theme is for a presence, not for a person, which works so well given his legendary status as an assassin (“most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists”).

The film uses sound in a major way to fill in the details about his character that can’t be shown on-screen, as well as to establish him as an inhuman figure that has the ability to morph what goes on around him, adding to his threatening presence. Firstly, when he’s first introduced to the audience and to Nick Fury on the streets of D.C., the music, which had been an exciting combat theme mirroring the action, suddenly goes very quiet and what you hear is what I can only describe as a hollow sound, a few notes of the WS theme. It’s a sound very evocative of a desolate wasteland. WS is unique because you never see him ‘enter’ a scene; he’s always there, and as soon as he appears, the sound in the film changes to mirror his presence. This happens when he appears and ambushes Fury’s car and the sound grows very quiet and haunting, and also during the scene where he appears in Alexander Pierce’s kitchen, but it also happens in a much larger way when he gets the shot at Steve’s apartment.

When Steve and Fury are talking, the song It’s Been a Long, Long Time is playing as diegetic music in the background to mask their conversation. It’s symbolic, because the lyrics mirror Steve and Bucky’s relationship, but it also serves a practical function within the storytelling. However, as soon as WS takes the shot and Fury goes down, the music very obviously warps in a really horrifying way that is more psychological. As Steve and Sharon and Fury are talking, their voices still sound normal, but the music playing, which logically should sound exactly the same, suddenly takes on a chilling, haunting quality. All because WS has appeared and distorted the scene. Essentially, the Winter Soldier is a character that is able to distort the reality of every scene in which he appears, because he’s a character that stands outside of reasoning and the fabric of reality itself. (Which makes a lot of sense given that he’s a character who was thought dead, but has in fact been alive for seventy years and has become the world’s deadliest assassin). Even when he doesn’t appear, such as when Steve and Natasha and Maria are watching Fury in the ER, as soon as Steve mentions “he’s fast; strong. Had a metal arm,” the WS music creeps back in because the Winter Soldier doesn’t need to be on the screen in order to ‘be’ there. 

The causeway sequence is probably my favourite in the entire film, because it expands on what we’ve already learnt about WS through sound. The theme appears instantly as soon as he lands on top of Sam’s car, and then goes into a very metallic, action heavy piece of music. What’s really interesting, however, is what happens when Natasha draws WS away from Steve and Sam into the streets. As WS is walking down the street (and another thing to note about WS; he’s threatening because he never runs, only walks), the sounds of screaming and sirens are deliberately pushed far down on the sound hierarchy because what’s actually happening is that the audience is being given a rare glimpse into his point-of-view, which is incredible given that he’s a “villain” and not one of the protagonists. It offers the audience a view of how the Winter Soldier’s mind works. He’s focused solely on the mission, which in that moment is to listen for Black Widow, meaning all other superfluous background noise is deliberately muted because it is irrelevant to him. Then, we hear what he hears: the sound of Natasha speaking, which of course turns out to be a recording and not actually her. Later, after Natasha gets shot, the camera does a pov shift to Natasha and the music pretty much cuts out, which helps to show the audience just how terrified of WS she is (the shaky, handheld pov camera shot), which is something incredibly rare for this character because the only other person we’ve ever seen Black Widow scared of is the Hulk. Then WS jumps back into the shot on top of the car, rifle pointed straight at Natasha in what I personally consider to be the single best shot of the whole film, and the WS theme surges back in in a really terrifying way, because both Natasha and the audience know in that instant that if Steve hadn’t appeared at that very moment, Black Widow would be dead.

All of this is great stuff, but the cincher for me in why this film is superior to every other superhero movie in terms of technique is that in addition to establishing the Winter Soldier’s inhumanity through sound, sound also plays a huge role in establishing his humanity, which happens almost at the very instant Steve mentions the name “Bucky.” At the bank vault, when WS is asking who the man on the bridge was, the sound of the robotic, metallic WS theme is deliberately pushed back in favour of an emotional note that is clearly evocative of Steve. 

All of this culminates in the scene of the final battle, which takes the established haunting Winter Soldier theme and plays that out while Steve and WS are fighting, until the instant Steve tells him “you know me.” As soon as Steve engages him in conversation, the Winter Soldier theme disappears and instead you get a piece of deeply moving music playing as Steve tells him that he’s not going to fight him, that he’s his friend, and that “I’m with you till the end of the line.” Then it goes into that emotional piano piece as Steve falls into the Potomac and Bucky dives in after him. Essentially, what’s happening here is that for two hours this character has been crafted as a robotic, inhuman assassin who distorts the fabric of reality and morphs every scene he’s in simply through his presence, but suddenly he’s now being treated like a character; an actual person. All because Steve Rogers is treating him like a person. Steve Rogers is the one thing that keeps the Winter Soldier human, and the film manages to tell us that simply through sound.

And this is why CA:TWS stands above every other superhero movie in terms of technique, in my opinion.

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SungJae posted this song after the announcement of the end of WGM

Lyric ENG

The day we first broke up
I didn’t know what goodbye was
Only after a few
days have passed
Not getting a call from
you felt so awkward
The empty text message
inbox, a day without you

Were we ever in love?
The images of you
in the many places At some
point are being forgotten
The fact that you’ll be even
more forgotten as time goes by
That hurts even more,
it just doesn’t feel good

I guess it’s really over now
It finally feels real
Everything that we used
to love is now being erased
The times when we
were always together
The days I was happy
by looking at you

The night I looked for you, asking you
to come back Saying that I missed you
Hiding and crying all night, all of that
And the fact that we’re getting farther
apart That hurts more for me

As I was organizing things one by one
I suddenly thought of this There were
so many things I am sorry for

I wasn’t good enough so I couldn’t
express myself I know you were
disappointed with me back then

I guess it’s really over now
It finally feels real
Everything that we used
to love is now being erased
The times when we
were always together
The days I was happy
by looking at you

The night I looked for you, asking you
to come back Saying that I missed you
Hiding and crying all night, all of that
And the fact that we’re getting farther
apart That hurts more for me

On a day when it really hurt a lot
I really missed you
I was so young
I hated you so much

So I hoped you would suffer too
I hoped you would hurt
without me too

Your phone number that’s
still clearly in my head
The way you talked
that always changed
Your body that was so warm
All the things that
I miss are being forgotten
That is what hurts

- coincidence? destiny? choice? -
°☆。 ❛ — prompt list #01: 2 broke girls inspired
  1. “Hey, when you get a second, stop looking at my boobs.”
  2. “You’re an A. He kinda seems like a B.”
  3. “I thought you’d be at home feeling bad for yourself, not feeling your bad self.”
  4. “Hello, reason I do two hour phone therapy sessions every Wednesday.”
  5. “Don’t look at me like that, everyone masturbates.”
  6. “And text me next time. This whole talking thing is insane!”
  7. “I know your idea of fine dining is a ham and cheese hot pocket.”
  8. “You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me, I’ve seen worse.”
  9. “Don’t get attached.”
  10. “When you went through that toilet looking for my earring, I knew I found my soulmate.”
  11. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening. I was staring at my new boyfriend over there.”
  12. “I’ll ride you home on my bicycle like a real man.”
  13. “You look so beautiful, I forgot how bad your personality is.”
  14. “It finally happened. Someone doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
  15. “Dude, don’t make me hit you.”
  16. “Just so you know, I’m not a hooker.”
  17. “And I should have told you four years ago, but I thought we wouldn’t last a month. But then we did. And then another month. And I’m still not sure how this happened, we became best friends.”
  18. “I really liked him. I did what you said and I let him get to know me. I’m never doing that again.”
  19. “I’m not wearing a bra and I think my thong is on backwards.”
  20. “Maybe this is the universe’s way of telling you to stop doing drugs.”
  21. “Cheat on me once, shame on you. Cheat on me twice, your balls are in a jar.”
  22. “Damn, girl, you look good. What you doing later? Can I get your number?”
  23. “Oh, shoot, now I’m gay.”
  24. “I will do anything for that girl.”
  25. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
  26. “I’m not good with faces I never want to see again.”
  27. “Sorry about the entire experience.”
  28. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”
  29. “Yo, did you just ask me to marry you?”
  30. “You can’t seriously be into him.”
  31. “He looks like someone in a boy band.”
  32. “He’s going in one direction, down there.”
  33. “What you need is a good nine inches.”
  34. “I was masturbating.”
  35. “I don’t have sex in beds, that’s where I eat.”
  36. “My pants kept saying ‘take me off,’ and I was like 'no, pants!’”
  37. “Well, I’m pretty classy, so…anal?”
  38. “I’m not ready to live without you.”
  39. “I need a break.”
  40. “Not seeing you 24 hours, 7 days a week would kill me!”
  41. “You know I don’t hold hands.”
  42. “You are the one person I care most about.”
  43. “So you’re not sick of me?”
  44. “That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.”
  45. “You’re the only person in the entire world I am not sick of.”
  46. “Your knowledge of these superhero movies is kinda turning me on right now.”
  47. “Are you about to come over here and touch me?”
  48. “You’re very cute when you’re worried.”
  49. “I can’t have another idiot up my ass right now. It’s at capacity.”
  50. ( anon’s choice of any line from the show )
Lately I’ve been feeling… lost. You know when people say things that you know they don’t mean and you know it was a spur of the moment thing but it just sticks to you? It sticks to you and replays in your head over and over and over again until you’re sobbing on the bathroom floor for the second time that night because you just can not handle the thought of it. I wish that I knew… actually, I wish I didn’t know. If I never heard them say it, I wouldn’t be doubting my existence on earth because of a stupid thing that was said during a screaming match… he says that he is stuck with me, that even if he wanted to leave he couldn’t. I don’t like that, I don’t like questioning his love every second of every day wondering if it’s real or if this is just a result of being “stuck”… I would understand if he left me, I would. I just hope that he would give me the respect to calmly talk about it instead of leaving me in the middle of a fight like he always tries to… no one is “stuck”. Either stay with me because you love me or let’s sit down and talk about where it went Wrong and if it’s unfixable, then it’s best for both.

anonymous asked:

fun fact: i used to associate w/ a bunch of fake systems on here when i was first figuring out i had osdd, and they told me system resets were real, so when i dissociated really hard one time & lost all contact w/ system i thought i was having a system reset & freaked out and panic-liveblogged it but then. my alters all came back over the next few days. + a new one bc what rly happened is we were under so much stress a new split had happened. im still embarrassed abt this when i remember askfkg

Yeah, that’s part of the reason why things like system resets are so harmful to the community. I’m really sorry that happened and hopefully everything’s okay right now.

Thank you for sharing

-Mod Willow

credit to the owner of this photo
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i hate to be a party pooper but this is pissing me off a bit. a few people in the phandom have over analysed things again. dan was more than likely replying to the original comment, not the reply. it’s like the photo with the wires and claiming dan was wearing a ring all over again. people need to stop over analysing shit, and pages need to stop posting it if they know it’s fake because it’s just adding confusion to the phandom and the people who don’t know about it automatically assume that it’s real. it’s not right.
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i’m sorry if you thought it was real and the comment was just obviously badly timed. even if they are together, i’m pretty sure they wouldn’t make it obvious. take this post how you want but don’t hate on me for it. okay rant over bye

The Real Thing (Jonathan x Female!Reader)

Summary: Jonathan and Reader have a study date, but Reader comes over early to show Jonathan pictures she took.

Word Count: 402

Warnings: Curse words, nsfw content

A/N: I’ve wanted to write this for awhile! Please let me know what you guys think! Send me some headcanon’s and I’ll make some oneshots you guys. Also thank you for all the support, This post got over 100 notes in one day, I love you guys <3

Soft breathy moans filled the room. The soft beat of you and Jonathan’s song could be heard, as well as his bed squeaking. Jonathan layed there with his headphones on and his eyes closed, imagining situations with you.

He bites his lip, trying to hold back his moans from escaping his lips. His shirt layed above his hipbones and his jeans pushed down to his mid thigh. Bucking and rolling his hips, just the thought of you was enough to get him off. But lately just thinking of you wasn’t enough.

The two of you had been dating for a month. He loved kissing and hugging you and showering you in affection. Nothing to physical ever happened hough. He was always afraid af overstepping invisible boundaries, so he never took things past kissing. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and he didn’t want to lose you.

A car pulled up in the driveway, stepping out of the car and walking to the front door you knock. You waited for what seemed like a hour but was only a couple minutes. You knew he was home, his car is in the driveway.

“I’m here, Jonathan!” You called out as you let yourself in. You checked the living room, thinking he’d already be studying. No one, you tossed your bag on the couch and walk down the hall towards Jonathan and Will’s rooms. You hear the bed squeaking and heavy breathing? ‘Maybe he’s crying? I wonder what happened..’ You think to yourself

Opening the door you see your best friend laying on his bed, moaning your name while masturbating. Jonathan’s eyes snapped open when he just barely hear the door open. He pulled his covers over his lap as blood rushed to his cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry!” You felt your cheeks starting to heat up. You close the door, staring blankly before a small smile formed on your lips.

anonymous asked:

what's your favourite thing about shirabu? just wondering, since there's a lot of him on your blog ^_^

Oh I am SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

(I could rant for 3 hours probably, but you asked for The Favourite Thing so I gave that some thought..)

I think the reason why he stood out to me when I first read the manga: his design combined with his tough and salty attitude.

But what really really gets me is that he is sorta… scary.

He is one of those people who are driven by a spark, have a clear aim in their head, and do everything they can to achieve it. (Just look at those eyes they give me chills all over) He has this obsessive personality that speaks to me, without being corrupt or sly.

He has a pure, real fascination with Ushijima and Volleyball. He doesn’t pride himself as being the most important, he doesn’t strive for attention or praise (he’s seems confident and practical like that; knowing when his plays are good, knowing when he fucked up Big Time) - He plays to see that sort of power happening in front of him, because of him.

And he has a mental strength and discipline that my past self can relate to (that’s a story for Another Time) which leaves a very bittersweet feeling.

~

Another thing that just won’t let me go: his inner conflict and doubt which was never clearly answered.

“Faced with such amazing raw potential, wouldn’t the setter’s will be superfluous and wholly unnecessary?”

It is a way of showing that he gave up part of himself to get what he wanted. It is a conflict, it is hard, he seems like he is suffering and out of place or nothing special- amongst The Big Guys, the Miracle Boys- where his actual flashy skill is not required.

But he tries to keep up and pushes himself harder, and he is not less important than the others on the team. It is something he wanted, he decided that for himself and did it, and I think there are people who don’t think it is worth it or a good idea. But the reasons for why he chose this could be so multifarious! It makes me want to explore his personality, past and future. This right here is something that fascinates me!

tl;dr Shirabu is complex! And completely underrated~

Stuck

Summary: You and Scott have been having an affair since the day he turned you. When you try to leave he uses his Alpha powers to make you stay. You can’t say no. (shitty summary i know and i’m sorry)

Warnings: forced relationship; slight smut

You know, when he first turned you, this wasn’t what you had in mind. The promise of inhuman strength, advanced hearing, superb smell; those were the things that had convinced you. You didn’t have some crazy horrible like like Erica, Boyd, and Isaac. No, you were a normal every day teen. The supernatural was just something you loved to learn about, often obsessing over the television show of the same name. The thought that it was possible for those things to be real never once crossed your mind, well that is until a crazed druid hell bent on revenge decided to kidnap you and sacrifice you to restart the nemeton and gain ultimate power to destroy the pack that had abandoned her. Yeah, those weren’t very good memories.

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“I’m sorry,” Sam says straight away here (11x20), “I didn’t mean it.” But clearly he’s terrified; we saw that in 11x16, too, when he was relieved to learn that it was his dead body (and not Amara’s, I guess) that Dean had seen sprawling on the floor of the nest (“comforting” is the word he uses). The difference between them is that whereas Dean will tell Sam when he has doubts about his capabilities (“I just don’t believe any more… in you,” 5x18), Sam tries all the time to show Dean that he has faith in him (“You will never hear me say that you - the real you - was anything but good,” 10x23). I think what this moment makes clear is that this attitude of Sam’s isn’t automatic or careless: it’s a choice. He knows how important it is, when you’re desperate, to believe that somebody you care about believes in you. And so, because he loves and cares about his brother, he chooses to believe in Dean, even when his gut is telling him that Dean will fail.

If I were Dean I’d be extraordinarily grateful. Although it’s less obviously flattering, it seems to me that this kind of deliberate faith means much more than an unthinking childish confidence in ‘big brother’ would do.

It's a thin line

Writer: Jemma, jemin-guay Warnings: dubcon, language, smut

“Are you…you gotta be freakin’ kidding me.” Dean demanded arms crossed over his chest. The Winchesters wore twin expressions of disgust. You had imagined this scene in your head a couple hundred times before. Now it was happening in real time and it was worse than you’d thought.
“How could you keep this from us? We’re a team, y/n! How could you lie to us like that?” The hurt in Sam’s eyes was so more painful than any hit you’d ever had to take. You and Sam had been thick as thieves since the day you’d met. You knew all his secrets and before today he’d thought he knew all of yours. If it was possible to have a platonic soulmate, well Sam Winchester was yours. He was your best friend.
“I’m sorry, Sam. It was a mistake. The biggest mistake I have ever made. I wish I could take it back but I can’t. The thing is, I can’t keep lying about it either. I had to come clean.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. “You had sex with Lucifer.” Sam drawled his tone was flat. God how he must hate you. To find out his best friend had slept with the devil after everything he had done to Sam. The Winchesters would never forgive you.
“Satan? Really? Did you forget how many people lost their lives because of that bag of dicks?” Dean demanded angrily.
Your stomach roiled with disgust and fear. The sick thing was that you hadn’t forgotten. You knew all too well what Lucifer had done and had no doubt that he was capable of worse.
The first time he’s come to you, you’d fought him tooth and nail, but in the middle of the fight you’d found yourself locking lips in the most confusing all be it sensual make out session of your life.
You took a shaking breath. You didn’t know what else you could say. “I know it’s wrong and I should have told you from the beginning but - ”
“Wait…Are you still sleeping with him?!”
Sam inquired with dismay.
You remained silent.
“Wow. So, it’s all good now that you’re with him huh? Let me guess, you’re in love with him. You’re a real piece of work, y/n.” You stared at Dean wide eyed, shocked at what you were hearing.
“Well, I got news for you, sweetie. Lucifer isn’t a project. He’s never gonna change.”
“He’s the freaking Devil, y/n.” Sam piped up suddenly. Dean shook his head in disbelief.
“We’re leaving today and it’s better if you don’t come with us.” He informed you. “Come on, Sam.” Dean led the way out of the room Sam in tow.

You sat on the bed and cried until you couldn’t shed another tear. You knew you had no right to feel hurt and abandoned, but you did. You brought this upon yourself. Lying to the closest thing you had to family about something as big as this hadn’t been right, it certainly never felt right, but you had chosen to do it anyway. You had several reasons at the time it all started, but now they seemed like justifications.
“It’s no one’s business but ours” Lucifer’s voice shushed you patronizingly. The words he’d said to you six months ago now echoed in your head making you shudder.
You wiped angrily at the tears and went to rinse your face in the bathroom sink. You turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on your face. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t make you feel better. You dried your face in a hand towel. Then you caught sight of your reflection. Worthless. Naive. Fool. You hurled the words at yourself like razors. You had a bad habit of craving punishment when you screwed up. The sound of wings and wind came from the room behind you. “Castiel?” You called hopefully, watching for the angel’s reflection in the mirror. The tall figure of a familiar blonde man appeared before your eyes in the glass. You gripped the edges of the sink so hard your hands hurt.
“Something wrong, beautiful?” He inquired in that eternally teasing tone of his. You swallowed nervously as he came closer.
“What do you want Lucifer?” You asked tiredly.
His pale blue eyes remained locked on yours in the mirror.
“I felt your distress. I came to make sure you were okay. Are you?” He was so close to you now that you could touch him if you wanted to. You had to work to remind yourself that you were disgusted by his lack of conscience.
“No.” You ground out still holding onto the sink. “ I lied to Sam and Dean. I have been lying to them for months because of you and you could care less about how that makes me feel.”
His brow quirked in the reflection. “Of course I care about how you feel.” He assured you quietly. “That’s why I came.”
You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob. “Stop it. You’re lying.” Unable to endure the Devil’s brilliant stare any longer you squeezed your eyes shut.
“I care about you, y/n.” He insisted and put his hands on your shoulders.
You kept your eyes closed but didn’t move away. “The Winchesters may be upset with you right now, but give them some time and I assure you, they’ll get over it.” He sounded so sure of it. He was so fucking arrogant. Asshole.
“And what if they don’t?” You huffed jerking away from him.
“They will.” He claimed kissing the back of your neck. Cocky. Lying. Son of a-
“Stop it!” You complained ducking forward. You didn’t miss the look of resentment that passed over his handsome face. He hated to feel rejected.
“Sam will forgive you. He will.” He meant to comfort you but all you heard was his self assured tone. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I’m not kidding, damn it.” You tried to sound tough but your voice shook, betraying you. Lucifer had a knack for making you feel vulnerable. You felt an undeniable connection to him, the last being on earth that a human should ever trust. It was like the logical part of your brain shut off when he was around.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better.” He murmured. His hand snaked it’s way up your shirt. You felt your skin tingle under the coolness of his touch.
“Please, don’t.” You whispered, but it was no use. He knew you wanted him as surely as you knew he wanted you. His other hand worked the clasp at your back. Your bra, the traitorous rag loosened under your shirt. His hand maneuvered its way under the hanging cup and curled possessively over your naked breast. A sigh escaped your lips at the contact. You heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and then the heavy material hit the floor. You couldn’t hide your body’s reaction. Your nipples tightened taught and aching. His big hand found it’s way to the button at the front of your jeans and pried them open. Your eyes met his in the mirror.
‘Are you okay with what I’m doing?’ You read the question in his expression and nodded giving him your consent. He’d never force you to do anything, but you still felt bewildered by this. His hand massaged your breast and you relaxed into his touch. “Arms up.” He commanded suddenly and you raised them eager to be rid of it. Lucifer took the hem of your shirt in both hands and pulled up over your head. Your bra hung limp and useless over your chest, one strap still in place, the other hanging precariously off your shoulder. His fingertips ghosting over your skin left goosebumps trailing behind as he slid the straps down over your arms. The bra hit the ground by your feet. His shining blue eyes remained transfixed by the sight of your bare breasts reflected in the mirror. You watched as he pushed your jeans down your hips.
“You have no idea how much I want you.” He told you pressing his erection against your ass. “ I think I do.” You murmured softly. Lucifer took off his shirt and put his arms around you. His chest pressed against your back, he leaned forward and kissed your neck. The scruff on his jaw made you shiver with anticipation. He nipped at your ear as his hand drifted down your stomach and into your panties. He groaned in appreciation of how wet you were. His middle finger slipped easily through your folds. His cock jerked the slightest bit as he began strumming his middle and index finger back and forth over your clitoris. Pre cum wet your lower back as his arousal grew in tandem with yours. Your breaths came out as little gasps. His continued ministrations made you squirt, cum drenching your panties. A bit leaked down your inner thigh.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re soaking wet.” He moaned. To your surprise he stopped and removed his hand from your panties.
“Turn around.” His voice was hoarse, his breathing uneven. You turned slowly to face him, light headed and still wanting. You hated that he could make you feel this way. Hated that you wanted more.
“I hate you.” You hissed as you watched him get down onto his knees. He followed the wet trail of cum up your thigh with his tongue. “But you want me.” It wasn’t a question. You both knew it was true. Despite his arrogance, cruelty, daddy issues, and murderous tendencies you wanted him. His forked tongue lapped through your wet folds making you shiver. You glared down into his pretty blue eyes as he licked and sucked making you wetter and wetter. He took hold of your clit between his lips and latched on, alternating between nibbling and sucking. Your hands fisted in his hair as your body shuddered in pleasure. Your grip on him loosened as you came down from your high.
His hands tugged at your hips and you melted down onto the floor with him. He took you into his arms, stroking your hair soothingly. You shied away from his touch. You felt you didn’t deserve to be comforted.
“Stop fighting this. It’s pointless.” He murmured as he kissed your neck and collar bone. You sighed relaxing against him. There was no point in saying it. He was the devil. You were a hunter. He would always try to persuade you, you would always fight to resist him. Nothing was ever going to change that. He lay you down onto the floor before him. You watched as you had so many times before as Lucifer angles his hips in the right position to enter you, his lean body covering yours. He sighed as he sank slowly into your wet pussy.
It was like you’d just let go of a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. You had not been aware of how much you missed him until he entered you. Relief spread over you in small increments as he filled you and withdrew over and over again. His movements were slow and deliberate. You gripped his arms tightly as he thrust into you deeply. Sex with Lucifer was always so intense. You never left his arms feeling anything less than completely satisfied. His lips trailed hot wet kisses across your chest. You moaned when he took your aching nipple into his mouth sucking gently. The base of his shaft rubbed against your clitoris with each thrust. By the time he was ready to cum you were whimpering beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of your skin. Everywhere your bodies made contact felt like too much and at the same time, not enough.
“What do you need me to do?” He growled, his blue eyes burning with lust. You hated when he nade you beg. You glared up at him defiantly. He cursed, freezing mid thrust.
“Answer the question.” He thundered panting from the effort it took to control himself. When you still didn’t answer he switched tactics, nipping gently at your chin and jaw. “Y/n?” He demanded. You thrust your hips forward taking him to the base. He shuddered, fighting to keep from spilling into you. His nostrils flared slightly and you knew he’s accepted defeat. He started thrusting harder and faster making you gasp in delight.
You called his name as you came, clinging tightly to him as you found your release. He rocked into you one final time before he allowed himself to cum.
“Y/n, oh fuck, y/n ” he groaned and you felt his cock spurt inside of you. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling you thought dreamily as you lay in each others arms.
Being cuddled up in a bubble bath with him was the most relaxing thing you’d experienced in a while, but not even the warm soapy water could wash away the feelings of guilt and remorse you had every time you thought of the Winchesters.
“I can’t keep doing this.” You told him.
He laughed mirthlessly his cool breath tickling your cheek.
“You say that every time we do this.” He pointed out kissing your cheek then your lips.
You frowned disappointed with yourself. You found it impossible to stay away from him and to your displeasure he had recently seemed to have contracted the same virus. He nuzzled your neck and held you closer to him.
“When will you stop fighting this and just give in?” His offhand tone didn’t match the seriousness of his expression.
“I’ll never give in.” You swore for the millionth time.
“Why not?” He asked tracing your jaw lightly with the tip of his finger.
“Because you want to destroy what I work so hard to protect.” You intoned, your voice devoid of emotion. You sat there in silence for a long while wondering what the hell you were doing cuddling with Satan. Things between you were starting to get far too cozy for your peace of mind.
“What if I don’t want that anymore?” He said quietly.
“But you do.” You sighed stroking your fingers through his golden hair.
“What if I want to change?”
You stiffened offended. Now he was just toying with you. “Well then I’d assume that hell has frozen over.” You quipped dryly.
“Maybe it has.” He insisted licking the crook of your neck. You pushed at his shoulders having had enough of his illusions.
“What is it that you want exactly? To torture me? To goad me into going dark side? What?” You seethed.
Lucifer watched you speculatively. This thing between you was starting to grate on your nerves. For every time you had pushed him away, he’d come back twice. It seemed that no matter what you said or did he still wanted you. If you were being completely honest with yourself, your opinion of him was beginning to shift toward sympathetic and you’d be damned if you were gonna be that girl. The girl making excuses for all the fucked up things your psycho boyfriend did.
“I want the chance to redeem myself.” He said suddenly. You gawked at him eyes wide with shock.
“You want to redeem yourself?” You asked incredulously.
He nodded once. His expression blank.
“How?”
He thought about it for a moment. “You save people. I can help you.” He said simply.
You burst into laughter. “Y-you can help me?”
The Devil’s brow furrowed in disdain.
“You’re the reason I have to save lives in the first place.” You reminded him, sobering a bit at his expression.
He pouted like a petulant child.
“Well then what better way to redeem myself than by helping you to protect human lives?”
Your smile faltered when you realized he wasn’t joking. “Oh no, no no no. You can’t be serious?” You asked.
Ice blue eyes gazed down at you intently. It was like he was willing you to take him seriously, to understand. He seemed somehow desperate. For what? Forgiveness? To your chagrin you found you couldn’t stand the idea of denying anyone a second chance, not even Satan.
“Fine.” You muttered in annoyance.
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Yes. You can go on hunts with me. You groaned already regretting feeling sorry for him.
“You won’t be sorry.” He assured you a smirk playing on his lips. Somehow you couldn’t quite bring yourself to believe that.

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Summary: Dan thought he knew what love was. He thought the possessiveness, the name calling, and the rough-housing were normal. Phil is terrified for Dan and Dan is just an empty shell of what he used to be.
Word Count: 3965
Note: So, this is based on kind of a true story so this is pretty personal to me. I used a few real quotes and stuff and it’s an all-around deep story. I hope you guys enjoy because I worked quite hard. Enjoy & thanks for reading (:
Warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive relationship

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Dan didn’t notice when he first started to deteriorate. It’s quite ironic, actually, how things can change gradually over time until they seem completely normal, taking over your past and making you into an entirely different person. You don’t even realize that it’s happening, that someone had taken ahold of your very own personality and locked it into a cage, restricting what you used to be until there is nothing left except for a shell of the past, a memory of what you could have been one day that is now in complete ruin. And that’s how it happened - slowly. Because Dan didn’t realize how toxic things will tear him down faster than he could scream for help. In fact, he didn’t even notice and he can’t decide what’s worse; noticing that you’re just an empty shell of depression, or waking up one day to realize that you would rather stop breathing than to have to live through another day.

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I miss the days of being a little kid. You could just walk up to someone and instantly become their best friend. There would be this instant click of trust and friendship, and you were playing like you’d known each other your whole five-year-long life. 

There were no fights over boys or worries about how much you weighed and you didn’t worry about which friends you could trust; you trusted all of them and they all trusted you. Everything was black and white; no moral dilemmas over a situation, no real issues. 

Now? It’s all a blurry myriad of colors, so much that I can’t decide if the resulting mess is beautiful or tragic. Sometimes, all the available choices are the wrong ones, and we can’t always fix everything with a hug or an “I’m sorry” anymore. People change and come and go, yet we all stay the same and wish that everything around us would, too. We learn to hate food and ourselves and each other because society says so. We fight over boys like the world would stop turning if we stopped fighting, and sometimes we don’t know who we can trust.

I guess this is just one of those days where I really want nothing more than to be five years old again.

—  let’s build a blanket fort and watch disney movies and drink hot chocolate with too many marshmallows, just like the old days // an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #22
YOU HAVE A SISTER?!?

YOU HAVE A SISTER?!?
Avengers x Reader
Warnings:None


Translation:
*esti cea mai frumoasa fata i-au vreodată seen.What este numele dragostea ta ?
=you are the most beautiful girl i have ever seen.What is your name love?

*vă mulțumesc, nu ești rău să te
=thank you,you’re not to bad yourself

A/N:I used Romanian since there’s no such thing as Sokovian (sadly) and I used Google to translate English to Romanian,so I’m sorry if it sounds funny.I just thought of this and I haven’t posted in a while so I hope you like it :)


You’re Bruce’s little sister.You haven’t met the Avengers yet,but you know a lot about them,like their personalities and their real names other than their superhero names since Bruce would always tell you about them,but Bruce never told them he had a sister,so they don’t even know you exist…until now.

You were so excited that your brother finally invited you over to where he lives and work.It was your first time in New York City and everything was new to you.You rode a cab to the Avengers tower,looking at all the buildings you passed by.

“Thank you,sir,“you said to the taxi driver and handed him some money before you got out the cab.You looked at the enormous building and took a deep breath before you walked in.

While you were in the elevator you softly hummed to the tune of the elevator music.Then you heard a ding as the doors open.You stepped into the room and saw the famous Tony Stark.You greeted him with a smile as he looks at you confused.

“Who are you?"he asked.You were about to say Bruce’s sister but you thought Bruce might want to be the one to tell everyone."Um..I’m a friend of Bruce,"you said.He looks at you and nods saying,"oh okay,Bruce said that he was going to have a visitor and he went out to buy some pizza.”
You gave him a smile and a nod and asked,“when do you think he’ll be back?"He looked at his watch and said,"um..he left about 15 mins ago so he won’t be too long.You can just wait here."He pointed at the couch and you sat down."Oh! My name is Tony by the way,"he says holding out his hand for you to shake.You smile and said,"I know who you are,my name is (y/n)."He chuckles and says,"Nice to meet you (y/n).”

He left to go do something in his lab and you stay there patiently waiting for him.

As you were deciding if you should watch something on tv,since you didn’t want to be rude and just turn on their tv without permission,
Captain America walks in.

You were sitting there with your chin rested on your hands staring at the remote.He sat next to you and grabbed the remote.“Thank goodness,"you thought,"I was about to die from boredom.”

You sit up straight and watched tv.You were in the middle of watching the show ‘Friends’ until Steve Rogers,Captain America,finally said something.“Are you a new recruit I don’t know about?"he asks.You nod your head no and said,"I’m just a friend of Bruce."He nods his head and turns his head back to the tv.You sat there in awkward silence.

In about half an hour or so you turn to Steve and asked,"Where’s the bathroom at?"He pointed up the stairs and said,"Go up the stairs take a right and it’s the first door to the left."You nodded and said a quick ‘thanks’ before standing up and walking to the bathroom.

On the way back you bumped into more Avengers,Hawkeye&Black Widow,and they looked at you funny.
"Who are you?"Clint asked while Natasha just glares at you."I’m here visiting a friend,"you said and gave them a small smile.They loosened up and smiled back at you holding there hands out,"I’m Clint and this is Natasha."You shook their hands and introduced yourself.

They ended up joining you on the couch to watch some tv and they were really nice.You thought Steve didn’t like you though since he wouldn’t speak to you or even make eye contact with you.You were about to ask Nat why he was acting like this but before you can a silver and blue blur past by you causing your hair to go all over your face.

As you fix your hair and tuck a strand behind your ear,the ‘blue blur’,which was actually Quicksilver,was in front of you.His eyes were shining and he had a small smirk on his face.He reached out and held your hand putting it close to his lips.He kissed the back of your hand making you blush."esti cea mai frumoasa fata i-au vreodata seen.What este numele dragostea ta ?"he said in his mother tongue.He knew that you weren’t going to understand anything he just said but he still did it to impress you.
But what he didn’t know is that you understood everything he said because you took a sokovian class in high school.You gave him a small smirk and said,"va multumesc, nu esti rau sa te."His eyes widened and he gave you the biggest smile ever."You speak sokovian?!"he says.You giggled and gave him a nod."You’re perfect!I don’t even know you but I already love you!"You opened your mouth to say something but before you can,Steve interrupts you."Hey! I saw her first!"he said.You sat there shocked,
your eyebrows raised.They both stood up arguing on who should ask you out.

"I met her first before you did,so I should ask her out!”

“I made a move while you just sat there so I should ask her out!”

Clint stood up and went between the two men and put his hands on their chest.“Why don’t you ask (y/n) who she wants,"he says.The two men glared at each other before turning to you.

"So,which one of us do you want to go out with?"Pietro says.

"Go out with who?"Bruce says walking in with 3 boxes of pizza and some groceries.

You stood up and ran over to him giving him a big hug.

"You’re here!"you said,"what took you so long?"He sets the stuff down and turns to you,"I went to buy some pizza and your favorite foods and there was traffic."You nodded and sat back down on the couch.

"So,who were you guys asking out?"he says.You started blushing and Pietro says,"We were asking (y/n),if she wanted to go out with me or Captain Dorito.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows and looks at you as you bury your face into your hands.Everyone looks at you and Bruce.“Why?What’s wrong?A-are you two together?"Steve asks.Bruce looks at him and screams,"SHE’S MY SISTER!”

They looked at him and they all screamed in unison.

“YOU HAVE A SISTER?!?”

Out of all the killjoy fics I’ve ever read (I thought I’d never say that jfc) I’m surprised that people always use Gerard for Party Poison’s “real name” instead of Mike. No. Not Mike as in Mikey Way;

Mike Milligram. “The original killjoy.”

If you have the killjoy comics (not them individually but the book with all of them in it) there’s a thing in the back that Gerard Way wrote about the original concept/idea behind danger days and he talks about Mike Milligram, who yes, was based off of black parade era Mikey Way. But he sort of represents, in my understanding at least, a more raw, darker version of party poison and the killjoy universe.

Anyways feel free to ignore me I’m just over analyzing everything and I’m tired and just thought it’d be a cool sort of in-universe easter egg sort of thing to add to RPs and fanfics but then again I’ve probably missed a bunch of stuff sorry okay bye

I notice that there are still people who don't believe this is actually me running this blog ...

Hi! I’m Bex Taylor-Klaus. I’m a Leo, I’m not totally sure what that means, but I’m sure it’s Astrology for “awesome.”

Seriously though. This is Bex. I act a little. You might know me from things. Or you might not. I don’t know your brain. You might just follow me cause you saw the dog in my picture and thought that was me. If that’s what happened, I’m so sorry. This must have been a sad realization … Go find the puppy. You need it.

I know internet trolls and fake accounts exist all over the place, but this is not one of them. Although you should be warned – it probably gets weirder here than it would if this were a fake!

So the point is I’m real. And to the lovely followers who put up with me, I love you all. Seriously. You guys are the sweetest and I really am grateful to every one of you!

To the non-believers who unfollowed me, you’re never gonna see this so there is zero point to me continuing to type. Right. Awesome.

It is currently 3am and I have to go shoot a television show in a few hours. I feel like this whole post went off the tracks a while back … Hope you enjoyed -_-

Love,
Bex T-K
Supreme Ruler of Bexico, Batman’s number one competitor, and total freaking nutball.

superdarkfuntimes  asked:

I got sucked into your blog by Mad Max! In one of your posts you mention studying violence on film. It's been something I've been musing over because all my favorite genres are variously violent: action adventure, westerns, martial arts etc. What are your thoughts on fairly bloodless violence that features so heavily in the MCU? Mad Max wasn't (very) bloody but it seemed to treat violence as more real, with psychological consequences.

First of all, I’m sorry it took me so long to reply to this ask. I wrestled with it a lot and ultimately gave up on answering it thoroughly because I have, as you mentioned, taken entire classes in film violence and there are at least half a dozen different dissertation-length responses that could be written about this so, yeah, I’m just gonna talk about one or two little things that interest me. Hope that works for you :)

To put it simply, in different genres there are certain expectations (let us say, unspoken agreements between audience and filmmaker) about what kind of violence is allowed to happen and/or be shown. In wide-audience, escapist, PG-13 action movies like the MCU films, violence can’t be too bloody. Huge explosions don’t harm civilians, or at least aren’t shown to. The few deaths that happen are dignified and meaningful and only occasionally permanent, and they never happen to any of the major protagonists.

Now, Mad Max is an R-rated film, so it’s allowed to show violence more explicitly. George Miller used to be an ER doctor, so he takes carnage seriously; for instance, Angharad slips from the rig because of a minor bullet graze from much earlier in the movie, the kind of thing that wouldn’t even register in an MCU film. And Furiosa is so beat up by the end of the film, she can’t stand without help and one of her eyes is swollen shut.

But as you observed, Mad Max is surprisingly non-gory considering how violent it feels. The levels of violence seem higher than they actually are, while levels of violence in the MCU seem lower than they actually are. Like, to use just one fridge horror example, Steve Rogers actually has a really high body count? Because hitting someone with a vibranium shield and super soldier strength will absolutely kill or paralyze them? Yet it looks a lot cleaner to us than shooting or stabbing, which turns it into the cinematic equivalent of a media euphemism (like saying ‘collateral damage’ instead of ‘civilian deaths’).

There are many reasons for this, but for me one of the most interesting is genre–why does a film like Mad Max need to be R-rated while Marvel films don’t? Well, in ordinary action films, as in sitcoms, the audience is reassured that some kind of status quo will ultimately be preserved. Yes, AoU teases that Hawkeye is going to die, but we know he won’t really, because Jeremy Renner has already signed on for another movie. And when Quicksilver sacrifices himself, it’s sad but not shocking, because it’s in keeping with our unspoken rules about who is allowed to die in these kinds of movies. The Avengers must survive. The story must continue. All bloodshed either justifies or supports this prevailing status quo.

Mad Max can’t work like this because it’s set in a dystopia, and the status quo is controlled by the baddies, not the heroes. Therefore any violence on the part of the protagonists is inherently disruptive rather than preserving/neutralizing. In my MA dissertation on Tarantino’s history films I talked a little bit about how film violence is perceived as more violent when it goes against the grain of convention or expectation. For instance, the end of Inglourious Basterds, where a group of Jewish anti-heroes ends WWII by massacring the Nazi high command, received a lot of criticism for its ‘shocking brutality’ and ‘moral callousness’, even though what the US actually did to win the war was so, so much worse. Scholars have responded to these criticisms by pointing to the financial and critical success of Hollywood’s many violent Holocaust films, arguing that one of the reasons Inglourious Basterds is so shocking is not because of how much violence there is but because of who does it and to whom. The ending of the film rejects a problematic seventy-year Hollywood tradition of portraying the Nazi-figure as the ultimate perpetrator and Jew-figure as the embodiment of passive victimhood (even, often, to the point of romanticizing this passivity). Tarantino shows us that Hollywood is so dependent on these stock characters that upending their power relationship literally destroys cinema.

This may be delving too deeply into abstract theory, but I would argue that Mad Max accomplishes something very similar: it genuinely challenges the male-subject/female-object pattern of violence that Hollywood perpetuates while only occasionally, and always disingenuously, pretending to denounce it. So if you’re worried about your love for violent genres (which I totally get), bear in mind that violence in film can definitely be ethical if it questions or challenges which kinds of violence–and whose–are considered permissible or justified onscreen.

  • Someone: What is this over there?
  • Me: This...Is the Sherlock fandom.
  • Someone: Woah! It looks like a mess! What happened?
  • Me: Well it started with season 4 everyone was excited for. It looked promising and fans hoped to see what they wanted to see. But soon after the season ended, the madness slowly begin. Many people couldn't believe, that "The Final Problem" is real, because it was so silly and there was still so many questions unanswered. Soon more people thought that there could be a 4th episode. Theories were written, the Tinfoil Hat Club was founded, meanwhile other people are unsure if there will be more and are angry about other things about the show. And then the BBC made it even worse thanks to their shitty responses about fans complaints. I could explain it more accurate, but it would take to long...
  • Someone: ...Do you think that everything will be ok soon?
  • ...
  • ...
  • Me, putting my tin foil hat on: I have no fucking idea.