such a criminally underrated movie


“Bravo! Bravo! A marvelous performance! Although I was expecting you fifteen minutes earlier. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy?”

-Professor Ratigan, “The Great Mouse Detective”


Beasts of No Nation was one of those movies that’s criminally underrated and we can all take a few guesses why that is. It’s a beautifully crafted movie with the horrors of war and what it does to people especially in regards to Child Soldiers. Beasts of No Nation recounts the tale of Agu a boy from a nice family and how with the loss of his family gets indoctrinated in child warfare. The movie is on Netflix and I highly recommend giving it a watch.

This is my favorite scene from the movie. I don’t need to say much because it’s so well done. The acting, the directing, the action. It’s all good. Watch it if you have a moment. Obvious trigger warnings for things dealing with War, Death, Nudity, Language and Violence. 

One annoying thing about being from New Orleans is that everyone assumes that when you say your favorite Disney princess movie is princess and the frog ppl assume that it’s just cuz it’s set in New Orleans. I mean, yeah it’s kinda lit that it’s set in my hometown but bitch, have you SEEN princess and the frog??? The music score??? The characters??? The animation??? It’s fuckin incredible and criminally underrated. Why do ppl not talk about that movie anymore it was a MASTERPIECE.

anonymous asked:

hi! your writings are so wonderful and they make me feel v good. I'm trans* and I've been feeling really shitty about myself and I wonder if you can do some Spideypool stuff where Peter is trans but can get v dysphoric and distant and embarrassed but Deadpool is Having None of It ™ I just need some sweet fluff pls

Of course I can! Anything I can do to help. I hope you feel better. <3 


Peter shoved his hood up and hid his face. He hated being out of his suit because in the suit people treated him like a man. Outside of it, he wasn’t exactly passing, which he knew he shouldn’t worry about, but it would make his life a lot easier. The Daily Bugle kept running articles about Spider-man, trying to guess what he had under his suit, using Peter’s own pictures to zoom in on his crotch. It was the must humiliating thing Peter had ever experienced. 

There was meant to be an Avengers meeting earlier that day but Peter had skipped it. Although he could have shown up in his outfit, most of the Avengers would have been in normal clothes. They didn’t suit up for just normal meetings. The only one who probably would have been in his suit was Deadpool.

 Peter already had a missed call from Tony asking where he was. He ignored the call and made his way back to his apartment. When he saw a flash of movement, Peter immediately shot a web out, inadvertently webbing Deadpool to his living room wall. “Wade, what are you doing here?” Peter sighed, pushing his hood down.

“Came to check up on you, Petey,” Wade said, sliding his knife out of its ankle holster and cutting himself loose. “You weren’t at the AA meeting today. Are you finally cured?”

Peter laughed and went over to his kitchen, pouring a glass of milk and grabbing a container of Oreos. He gestured for Wade to join him. Wade walked over and leaned on the counter across from Peter, taking an Oreo. He slid his mask up to his nose and took a bite. Peter smiled and dunked his Oreo before popping the entire thing into his mouth.

“Seriously, Wade,” Peter said once he was done chewing. “Why are you here?”

“I was worried about you,” Wade confessed, drawing designs on the countertop with his fingertip. “It’s not like you to miss Superhero camp.”

“I wasn’t up to going today,” Peter responded, dunking another cookie. “Did I miss anything exciting?”

Wade shook his head. “Just general Avengers stuff, nothing important.”

Peter dropped his chin in his hand and looked up at Wade. “Will you take the mask off?” he asked softly.

Wade froze for a moment. “You sure you wanna look at this fugly mug while you’re eating?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Just take it off, Wade. This is a safe space for all kinds.”

Wade shrugged. “If you insist,” he said, pulling the mask off the rest of the way.

“And take off your weapons while you’re at it, stay a while,” Peter requested, downing the rest of the milk.

“You want me to stay?” Wade asked, his eyes widening comically large. 

“Yeah,” Peter said, taking Wade’s mask and putting it on his own face. “I don’t think it’s good for me to be alone right now. I mean, I want to be alone, but it would probably be better if I wasn’t.”

“Oh sweetums, you can’t go around wearing my mask,” Wade purred, leaning further over the counter. “It does things to me.”

“It smells like taco meat,” Peter said, chuckling softly.

Wade grinned. “Well, you are what you eat.”

Peter took the mask off and lied it down on the counter between them. He shoved a few more Oreos into his mouth and then downed the rest of the milk. “So now what?”

“We could always cuddle,” Wade offered, scratching his cheek.

Peter smiled and walked around the counter. He took Wade’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Peter pulled off his hoodie and shimmied out of his jeans, getting into the bed in just a t-shirt and his boxers. Wade kept the suit on as he climbed in next to Peter.

“What’s bothering you, Spidey?” Wade asked, nuzzling Peter affectionately.

Peter sighed and curled in closer to Wade, resting happily against the wide expanse of muscle and sinew that made up Deadpool. “Sometimes I’m just not happy,” he confessed. “And I want to be the way I think of myself, you know? I don’t want to be the way other people think I am.”

“Whoa Spidey, you’re talkin’ crazier than I usually do,” Wade teased, pulling Peter into his arms. “You are who you choose to be.”

Peter laughed. “Did you just quote The Iron Giant at me?”

“Criminally underrated movie,” Wade said, pressing kisses to Peter’s hairline. “When the Giant goes into the sky to stop the nuke and he says I go, you stay, no following. Shit, Petey, I was a total waterworks!”

“Same,” Peter said. “Wade, do you think of me as a guy?”

“Of course I do,” Wade said, kissing Peter on the tip of his nose. “You’re my baby boy, right?”

Peter smiled and nodded. “Will you kiss me?”

“Oh Spidey,” Wade said, running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “I’ve been waiting forever and a day for you to ask me that.”

Wade ducked his head down and kissed Peter so tenderly that it made Peter’s eyes well up with tears. No one had ever made him feel the way Wade did, no one had ever accepted him so completely. Wade’s lips were gentle against his own, not insisting or pushing for more. It made warmth bloom in Peter’s chest.

“How did you know?” Peter whispered, cupping Wade’s face in his hands with such reverence. “How did you know I needed you?”

Wade turned his head and pressed a kiss to the center of Peter’s palm. “I didn’t know you needed me, I just thought you might need someone.”

“I needed you,” Peter told him, kissing him sweetly. “I think maybe you’re the only person who could have made me feel better.”

Wade grinned. “Wade W. Wilson to the rescue! Hotties in distress call 1-800-Deadpool!”

Peter laughed. “That’s too many letter.”

Wade pursed his lips together. “Fine, 1-800-Ded-Pool. Close enough.”

“So you think I’m hot?” Peter asked, biting his bottom lip nervously.

“Are you kidding, baby boy? You’re smokin’!” 

Peter giggled and cuddled in close to Wade. “Thanks, Wade.”

“Any time, Petey,” Wade said, gently rubbing his hand up and down Peter’s back. “You know you’re my favorite.”

Peter hummed and closed his eyes. “I might fall asleep on you,” he mumbled.

“Baby boy, that would be the highlight of my decade,” Wade informed him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“More than kissing me?” Peter teased.

Wade huffed. “Let’s just say it’s been a good day.”

Peter considered for a moment and then nodded. “It’s getting to be a good day,” he agreed. 

Krampus is a good movie

The other day, some friends and I went to see the new movie Krampus. I had high hopes for this film since it was written and directed by Michael Dougherty who created the criminally underrated Halloween gem Trick ‘r’ Treat, but this movie TOTALLY surpassed all expectations.   Krampus is one of the best films I’ve seen in quite some time, and if you enjoyed my big Guttersnipe Christmas story (or, really, if you enjoy any of my Guttersnipe comics at all ) you really owe it to yourself to check this movie out.  The basic premise follows a dysfunctional extended family forced to spend the holidays together.  Max hates spending time with his obnoxious cousins almost as much as his parents can’t stand his uncle and aunts, but, when Max acidentally summons the traditional Austrian Christmas demon krampus to punish them for their lack of holiday spirit, they all have to put aside their differences to survive.  This movie could have been utter garbage if handled wrong, but Doughtery gets everything spot on.  It’s marketed as a horror film, but that’s a little bit misleading.  I’d compare it more to Gremlins; it’s got a lot of dark comic mayhem and it can be pretty creepy, but it’s not really scary.  The opening half hour before Krampus arrives is a pitch perfect spoof on detestable holiday oh-ho-ho-isn’t-it-funny-how-much-we-hate-our-relatives comedies like Christmas with the Kranks and Four Christmases. But once things start going, man!  Krampus is a movie that knows exactly when to show things and when to tease the audience.  Lots of good, interesting weirdness in this — you can’t get bored, because everytime that you think you’ve seen it all, the movie invents some new goofy thing to throw at you.  It’s not afraid to make some story-telling risks, so there are a lot of great moments that lesser movies probably would have left on the cutting room floor for fear that audiences wouldn’t ‘get’ them — for example, a really nifty sequence where Max’s German grandmother Omi tells the family about her previous encounter with the krampus is told through Rankin-Bass style puppetoon animation.

Horror movies — even campy, tongue-in-cheek flicks like this one — live or die by their characters. So many bad horror movies populate their worlds with unlikeable, useless, expendable characters, assuming that audiences WANT to root for people to die.  Effective horror movies should make you upset when people die, they should make you want to see people survive.  This movie does that, giving even the obnoxious gate-crashing relatives enough depth  to make you kind of like them.   Granted, this isn’t  exactly a deep, nuanced character study but movies like this don’t need to be; you just need enough detail to kinda get the characters.  The whole family is a lot of fun and they all have their own little quirks that give them distinct and entertaining personalities — especially loudmouth gun-nut Uncle Howard (who ends up becoming this movie’s Burt Gummer).  There are also some nice tender moments laced throughout the movie, so that the central theme about the bonds of family doesn’t feel like tacked-on schmaltz.  It feels real.  The scenes with Omi were especially touching for me, and I admit I got a little choked up.  Granted, I might be biased because she reminded me so much of my own German grandmother, rest her soul.  One of the nice touches in this movie was that Omi mostly spoke German throughout the entire film with her grandson Max translating for the rest of the relatives.  It’s very subtle, but I thought it helped to really establish that Max and his Omi had a unique bond.

Finally, the monsters… very cool, you get an endless menagerie of new and ever weirder Christmas demons throughout the flick and, best of all, most of them are realized by very good practical effects. There’s some CG, obviously, but it’s used sparingly and appropriately. Most of the monsters have that awesome lumbering, visceral feel that you only get with old school puppets.

So yeah, go see Krampus. And when you do see it, tell me what you think.  I’d be curious to know if other people enjoyed it as much as I did.