Medyo ramble man ‘yung pagkakaclassification ko sa mga movies pero magaganda po talaga ito lahat , hindi na rin ako nagclassify ng action movies dahil medyo hindi ko genre yun pero some of these may mga part na rin ng action :)
Ps. Itong mga list na ito ‘yung tumatak talaga sa akin so sana mapanuod niyo rin.
Summary~ A haunted apartment and a kindly but cowardly neighbour lead to the most bazaar sleeping arrangements.
Word Count - 894
It started with a creaking door that “is probably just a draught”, then a rattling window that “definitely just the wind outside” and then a smashing glass that “could just be her being clumsy enough to leave it at the edge of the table” but a combination of all three happening to [Y/N] the first night she’s slept alone in her new apartment, the late hour and the eerily quiet apartment building has her convinced that this place is haunted.
Her following actions were well thought out; she first turned on every light necessary to calm her worries, then immediately called the coincidentally spiritual friend Margo that had recently been dabbling in the odd exorcism and requesting her services as early as possible the next day, then she had to make a decision of where she was to spend the night. It was obvious that she could under no circumstances remain there, she’d convinced herself that if she was to do that she wouldn’t wake up to see the next day, she could quickly google the closest hotel or B ’n’ B, but then there was the matter of money - the deposits and upfront rent payment had left her majorly broke, so, her last option was to seek a comfortable floor to sleep on.
[Y/N]’s first thought was the hallway but her apartment door was definitely not ghost proof so she’d need some kind of backup were possession or ghost attack to occur. This led her to make a mental list of her immediate 3 neighbours; she could immediately cancel out the family of 4 that crammed into a 1 bedroom next door to her, and the disgruntled old man that she believed to reside across the hall, leaving her last hope to be the seemingly pleasant young man opposite down the hall. At this point, she’d only seen him once, returning from a laundry trip with several bags of laundry in his arms and earphones secured in his ears that had him ignore the world around him. He had dark floppy hair, bags under his eyes that somehow sat in a friendly manner on his tanned complexion, a smiley mouth that mouthed song lyrics and a height that saw his head almost graze the small doorway as he walked inside. He was her only hope.
Cursing herself as she went, she wrapped herself in a dressing gown and shuffled down the hall in her slippers having locked her door behind her and said a quick prayer. She closed her eyes and firmly knocked on the door. This did not succeed and she prepared to knock one last time but just as she was about to the door opened and a grumpy voice croaked some kind of greeting.
“Sorry to bother you,” she began, not having gotten as far as to think through her proposal, “I’m [Y/N], I live down the hall. This is going to sound moronic but I stupidly believe in ghosts and I think some are terrorizing my apartment,” she could hear herself talking and knew how crazy this was. “I’ve called a friend to help me get rid of them in the morning but I was wondering if you had a nice patch of floor, maybe a blanket I could sleep on til morning?”
He blinked in disbelief slightly and then turned back to his apartment leaving the door open for her to follow. Cautiously she shuffled in closing the door behind her as he yawned and started making a cup of tea.
“You want some,” he scratched his head.
“That’d be great actually”
“So,” he boiled the kettle. “You said there are demons?”
“Ghosts, but I’ve got it under control,” she corrected.
“Oh yeah, where do you find an exorcist so soon?” he chuckled, making you more relaxed about your situation.
“I have one on speed dial,” she told him. “My friend’s into all that stuff so she’s coming over tomorrow”
“I get that girls are all fraidy cats but I didn’t peg a girl that looks so put together to have a fear and belief in the paranormal,” he handed you a mug.
“Get lost, thanks for this though,” she giggled. “Where can I sleep?”
“Uh… you can take the bedroom,” he stammered. “I’ll take the couch”
“No, I couldn’t I’ll take the couch, it’s your place,” she walked toward the sofa to see that it had already been set up. “That was quick?”
“I was uh,” he coughed. “Gonna sleep on the sofa anyway”
He groaned in defeat, “There’s a spider in my room”
She paused then burst out laughing, “And you’re making fun of me for being afraid of ghosts?”
“Hey a spider is a very real threat, if you want to go deal with it be my guest but I too have backup coming in the AM,” he stated.
“No way, I’m not dealing with your spider,” she laughed. “How about we toss coins for the sofa?”
“Or you know, we could top and tail,” he suggested.
Moments later both of them were head to toe on the sofa with a blanket over them giggling at stupid stories. He reached over to turn the light out once they calmed down a little.
“We’d better get some shut-eye, night [Y/N],” he smiled.
“Wait,” she hissed. “I meant to ask, what’s your name”
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Requested by @fandomnationwhore :I saw your request were open and hopes maybe you could do an imagine were the reader is a badass stripper/biker girl (like santanico pandemonium) and she saves the sons one day when a deal goes bad for them.
AN: Hope you’re not disappointed!
I walked through my club, Dangerous Curves, making sure everything was in order for the night. Feeling my phone vibrate I pulled it out of my pocket, smiling seeing a text from Chibs, I quickly opened it, to see what he needed.
Chibs: Need private room for meeting tonight at seven…available?
In light of Richards focus on “us” and how he and Alex are the center of this whole shindig, I decided to comment on something that has been nibbling at the back of my mind for some time:
Who is Alex Reagan?
Even though Richard Strand is constantly painted as this great enigma and mystery of a man (and to give credit where due he is indeed that) we have grown to know him quite a bit over the episodes; in fact, we know a little bit about a lot of the characters, enough to get a sense of them.
But the one person we actually have little knowledge of as far as I know is Alex herself. The primary voice through which we hear this podcast.
I’m being totally honest here - what do we know about Alex? Because across the seasons, what I can say for definite is:
Raised in a semi-religious household
Talks to her mom on the phone (?) every weekend or Sunday
Has insomnia, running thoughts, and night terrors
Curtains in her apartment (via sleepnote)
Has worked with PNWS for a sizable amount of time
Was formerly a producer with PNWS before returning to journalism
And…. that’s it.
If people can build on this list, please do so, because I literally do not know of what else we canonically know about Alex Reagan.
This is Reanee, shes a really lazy college student;
She used to date Terror before he got addicted to crack and went to rehab; She would visit him but then she just forgot about him as school kinda filled her life; She’s a gigantic mess and spend most of her time watching TV , eating, Smoking, doing homework, Or just sleeping on her couch, She really likes Liquid TV on Afternoons, and rarely gets out of her messy apartment; When Terror escaped Rehab he came back to her and saw home much of a mess she was; and now he’s trying to get her back and somewhat fix her. Maruchan sees her as like a French fry gone stale.
Summary:Request fic for @imhere4newt. “Can you do one where the reader (female if that’s alright) and gerard have been together for a long time but they argue and they both say hurtful things (like one in retaliation) and the fluff at the end?”
“You’re serious about moving to California?” you gaped,
staring at your longtime boyfriend, Gerard, as if the world were coming apart beneath
“I have to,” Gerard insisted. “My band just got signed to
Reprise Records, and I need to be in Hollywood to work on our second album.”
“But…..New Jersey is your home,” you sputtered. “You always said you’d never leave this
“Well, people fucking change, ok, Y/N?” Gerard snapped. “What
do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know!” you groaned, feeling like pulling your hair
out. “I didn’t expect you to get so serious about this music thing! You’ve been
saying since we were in high school
together that you wanted to draw comic books! You even spent all your parents’
money to go to art school – and you know that shit wasn’t cheap! So, why change
directions with your career now? It’s just….random!”
“It’s not random at all,” Gerard argued. “I’ve tried to tell
you a dozen times, I stopped being satisfied with my job at Cartoon Network a
long time ago. Performing with Frank, and Mikey, and Ray, writing songs with
them…..it makes me feel alive. I
thought you, of all people, would understand.”
“What I don’t understand,” you said, near tears, “is how you
can just leave me behind. I haven’t spent a single day without you since we
were teenagers, Gee. How am I supposed to live my life, with you thousands of
miles away? Don’t you care at all?”
NEVER WATCH SCARY MOVIES OK? The last one I saw was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
and I almost cried, so I’m using that one. I’m a cry baby….FLUFF)
“How can you watch a scary movie without being
was a fucking nightmare and you had already regretted clicking on this movie
and played it at 1:37 o'clock in the middle of the night. In the beginning, it
had seemed like a brilliant idea - 2D was out with the rest of the band for a
gig, and had said that you shouldn’t wait up for him. Obviously, you had chosen
to do anyway, figuring it was a good idea if he got drunk and needed to be
picked up. It had seemed like the perfect plan, you wouldn’t fall asleep if you
watched a horror movie.
you were clutching at a pillow, whimpering into it as you watched one of the
main characters walk around in the house with way too little background music.
It was only a matter of time before a big jump scare would scare the crap right
out of you. And it sure did, making you scream as a figure popped up behind him
and held up a chainsaw. You covered your eyes and cuddled up closing, somehow
thinking that the more you turned into a ball, the less would happen to you if
someone was going to jump you.
movie continued and you occasionally jumped, stuffing your face with the snacks
on the table. It sort of comforted you and made you calmer throughout the
suspense scenes. Another one was coming up now and you nearly tore the pillow
apart in terror. The movie’s music stopped and suddenly the door in the hall
was opened, making you shriek again. 2D eventually popped his head in, looking
at you with raised brows.
scared the crap out of me!” You yelled, throwing the pillow at him after
pausing the movie.
I’m sorry,” he replied after grabbing the pillow which was aimed at his face,
“I told you not to wait up.”
hold me, I’m scared,” you complained, leaning over to get a hold of a blanket.
You covered yourself in it and made yourself into burrito, the blanket over
your head so only your face was showing. 2D laughed quietly and took off his
shoes and jacket, going to sit down next to you.
watched this before,” he said as he put his arms on the back of the sofa.
looked almost offended at that, “What on earth are you doing?”
do you mean?”
have to hold me, I’m scared!”
sighed and held open his arms and you scooted over to him after playing the
movie again. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tight as you
frantically pointed at the screen, “There he is! It’s him! It’s the killer! It’s
laughed into your hair, not even flinching at what was going on, on the screen
and you were moving around in the sofa all fidgety from simply being terrified,
“I know, I know, calm down, babe.”
can you watch a scary movie without being scared?!” You whimpered as you hid
your face in his chest, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.
says I’m not scared?” 2D asked, kissing your hair and resting his head against
yours afterwards. You looked up at him, jumping at the slightest noise from the
obvious you aren’t!” You grumbled, snuggling closer into him. He simply smiled
and didn’t reply, just held you closer, and you couldn’t help but smile as well and in fact, you didn’t even remember
when you fell asleep in his arms.
“I’m not backseat panicking,” Hunk tries, even though he’s pinning himself up against the cool castle wall. Lance rolls his eyes, sighing theatrically, his slim-fingered hands resting on his skinny hips as he taps his feet on the ground.
“You are, Hunk,” says Lance, looking up and down at Hunk’s tensed form. “Hey. Hey, listen to me, okay? All we have to do is get the door open – ”
“How would I know how to open the door?” Hunk mutters. “I’m still learning the details of Altean tech, and I definitely don’t know how to pick a lock – ”
Lance pouts, practically bouncing closer to Hunk, his hood and the fabric of his jacket flaring out behind him. “C’mon, Hunk, you’re the astronautics and engineering guy – you can figure it out.” And then he grins his bright, shiny, Hollywood grin. “Also, I really want to see those frozen Altean zoological specimens Coran was talking about.”
how can people say Batman v Superman wasn’t hopeful when the movie ends with the quote, “Men are still good. We fight, we kill, we betray one another, but we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.”
like as if that isn’t the most inspiring line in a movie during this time in history? We have refugees fleeing their countries, wars and terrorism tearing people apart, protests for change and people living their lives in fear.
and Bruce Wayne, inspired by Clark’s sacrifice says:
Men are still good. We can rebuild.
that’s damn hopeful to me. Hope isn’t easy. Hope isn’t colorful or bright. And it doesn’t always equate itself with joy or optimism. That is where people have got it wrong. Hope is hard and painful and sometimes it takes all you have left to go “I will keep going” with grim determination. That’s hope. Hope is reading books in the middle of the night knowing that it’s a death penalty to share the story with your friends the next day in the middle of a gruesome and terrible war.
it’s the will to believe at your lowest. And it’s hard.
That’s what Batman v Superman seeks to show us. Clark brings back hope and dies a hero because goodness will always require sacrifice. Justice has a cost. That’s the way of the world. But it’s still worth it. That’s hope.
Now let me start by saying that this isn’t really post battle, but mostly post the New York battle so it counts okay.
Also this took me a ridiculous amount of time to finish.
Warnings: Implied alcoholism/alcohol abuse and mentions of anxiety attacks.
Words: 1 664
Steve sometimes got these flashbacks while doing awfully mundane things. Folding laundry made him think of that time he and Bucky tried to help Steve’s mom do house work for the first time as a birthday treat. It was safe to say that it hadn’t ended well.
Cooking made him remember how all of his life was spent not being sure if they would get to eat that day or not. Cleaning gave him flashes of how dirty he’d felt during the war. How he couldn’t get clean no matter what.
At first these random reminders had bothered him. Looking back on the life he’d lost was painful, but with time he learned to start appreciating the memories. A few of them had been good ones, after all. He had no way of changing his situation, and that acceptance brought with it a wave of tranquility. He was at peace, for the very first time since Bucky fell.
Ok, but in all seriousness, why does Jim keep saying “poor Murphy” in all his interviews?? I desperately hope he won’t kill her off any time soon, because IMO she is the absolute heart and soul of the series and if she dies it should only be in the Apocalypse trilogy at the end, in a really awesome way befitting a woman who has stuck by Dresden’s side through thick and thin and suffered more than her fair share on his behalf.
I really can’t over-emphasize how essential Karrin is to my enjoyment of the series.Dresden and Thomas and Butters and Molly are all beyond cool, but Murph is the only one of the main cast who is still a vanilla mortal, and that is so important. When the entire series is about protecting humanity, protecting people who can’t protect themselves, and here’s Murphy fighting freaking Nicodemus in hand-to-hand combat… I just really hope Jim doesn’t underestimate how powerful her story is, and how she keeps the whole series grounded.
I know he probably says stuff like that exactly so he can get this kind of response from suckers like me, but still!!! It’s absolutely terrifying, because when I think about the Dresden Files sans Murphy, it’s as if the series has lost its light. I don’t want Murph to die before the Apocalypse. I don’t want her to die to give Harry motivation. That would be the absolute biggest mistake he could possibly make.
I have faith that he won’t do that, but my faith is tested whenever he says “poor Murphy”. It’s like a physical blow to my heart XD.
Problems of projecting the present on the past; the fate of Peter Pettigrew
What really bothers me about the interpretation of Peter Pettigrew in the fandom is that it relies so heavily on the vision of Peter as an unsympathetic slime, unworthy of any sympathy in return. I really get it though, because through casting, make-up and directing choices, Wormtail became a charicature of what cowardice looks like. This cemented the idea that he was always a pathetic tag-along; never a worthy friend of James, Remus and Sirius during school.
What that really accomplished was that it ruined most of the effect of the tragedy that is the Marauders’ fates. That wonderful friendship of four young boys, poisoned by terror and torn apart by war. Peter Pettigrew should, in my opinion, instead have been allowed to be a lightly more respectful image of what happens to someone scared out of their mind.
The whole point of the tragedy of the Marauders is that their lives were destroyed by the war against Voldemort. James and Lily dead, Sirius unjustly imprisoned for his best friend’s murder, Remus left alone without the friends who helped keep him sane during transformations… and Peter. Peter, who made the impossible choice of trying to end the war in the only way he thought he could. I’m not excusing that choice, but I think that it is important to recognise it for what it was - not a calculated act of evil but something done in desperation. And it is something he is severly punished for througout his appearance in the story.
Think about it. By detaching Peter Pettigrew from the charicature, we get to experience the full impact of Sirius’ rage, the burden of Remus’ decision to help extract revenge upon their childhood friend. By realising the depth of the Marauders’ friendship, we get a whole new layer of tragedy laced into the Harry Potter story.
We get to shake our heads sorrowfully when Voldemort and the Death Eaters abuse him and marvel at the cost of his betrayal.
We get to remember that Wormtail was once the name given to him by his closest friends, now to serve as a reminder of what he did to those people every time it is spoken as a taunt.
Reading the books with that in mind, I’m pretty sure I won’t be the only one to shed an unexpected tear for Peter Pettigrew. Not because you will no longer feel he deserves what he ends up with, but because you get real reason to mourn what could have been instead.
Author: Ayla Pazza/aylapazzatheawesome Fandom: Rise of the Guardians/How to Train Your Dragon and possible guest appearances from other franchises Pairings: Hijack Chapter: 1/? Next chapter Rating: T for some language, violence, and innuendo. Summary: Jack meets the really cute guy in the apartment under his, even if it is by pretty hilarious circumstances. But he doesn’t realize that Hayden’s hiding a big secret–and that Hayden knows his. Warnings: RELIGION. It’s angels and demons, yeah, that’s going to be a big warning. Also, uh, the usual that goes with this sort of thing. Comment: Ohhhhh boy. Okay, so Rise and Fall is going to have several things pulled into it, and a large number of it is going to be from the Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony. It’s a series of 7 books, and starts with Death, Time, Fate, War, Nature, Satan, and ends with God. It’s seriously interesting, and especially the books with Satan and God have always made me think. So I’m going to be taking some elements of those books and adding them in this universe. I seriously recommend the books, they’re really good! With that in mind, enjoy!
Jack had a lot on his plate, as per usual. There was his babysitting job, his other job where he worked as an assistant at a daycare, paying the bills, and studying for his degree. Considering his tendency for dramatics, it had really been too perfect to be studying drama. There were so many different options for the degree too! He was starting to think that going into drama therapy or dance music psychotherapy for children wouldn’t be a bad idea either. He did love kids after all.
The silveret was currently focusing on memorizing a particular scene from Into the Woods. It was really a kooky movie, and the director seemed to like irony. He had been cast as Jack the Giant-Killer.
On the plus side, it meant that he didn’t have to get used to a new name.