You're doing adam kisses headcanons??? Omg I feel I'm gonna die already
I’M ALREADY DEAD. HERE’S PART ONE, THERE’LL BE ANOTHER PART.
Hand kisses. Like, all sorts of hand kisses.
The open palm kiss where he lightly places a kiss on your palm. Usually while your sleeping and he’s left awake unable to fall asleep himself. Prince Adam watches you peacefully, his fingers tracing your palm before he leans over and lightly presses a kiss there.
The usual back of the hand kiss. The kind where he brushes his lips against your knuckles in some sort of greeting. It’s barely a touch, and Prince Adam looks up at you from the kiss with a small smile.
Or, even better when he’s hand in hand with you and merely lifts your hand up and kisses the back of it. A small simple way of saying I love you.
Fingertip kisses. Don’t get me started. JK, please do. Prince Adam lifting your hand up and kissing each of your finger individually before pressing kisses to two fingers at once and so on.
This is something you do as well, but usually in private where it’s just the two of you. It makes him feel giddy inside and he loves to watch you kiss his fingers. (Not saying it’s a turn on but yo, it is).
Literally the cutest thing when he occasionally lets his lips trail up your hand to your wrist, where he lightly kisses just to tickle you.
Prince Adam lightly placing his hands on the sides of your face. His thumbs rub your cheeks tenderly and he’s looking into your eyes like you’re the most sublime thing he’s ever looked at. And in his opinion, that’s true. He swallows softly, tilts your head towards him and kisses your forehead. It’s a slow sort of kiss, and he really takes his time letting his lips sink against your skin.
Something that’s not quite a forehead kiss but still falls under it is the butterfly kiss, something that Prince Adam gives you when you’re tired, stressed, sad, etc. He’ll hold you tightly, letting his fingers trail up your neck to the back of your head where he holds you still before leaning down and kissing his forehead against yours. His eyelashes blush against yours, he’s murmuring to you, “I love you so much, you do know that. Right?”
Much like his need for assurance for your love, he likes to validate his love for you when he feels you need it.
You giving Prince Adam forehead kisses when it’s the early morning and he refuses to get out of bed. You roll over, give him a quick peck on the forehead before getting up. He mumbles to himself, but still manages to watch you get ready before deciding he needs to get up.
A sort of prudent way of showing affection. Usually done in rather spontaneous spurt.
Before Prince Adam leaves a room where a lot of people are watching, he’s turns his attention to you and always leaves you with a warm kiss to your cheek. The smile on his face as you watch him walk away is always something that makes your heart swell.
Even when his time with you is interrupted by something that needs his immediate attention, he’ll give you a kiss to the cheek before attending to what ever it is.
You giving him flusters of cheek kisses whenever he’s not feeling like himself. You probably kiss his entire face when he’s feeling down, but always centralize your kisses to his cheek.
A bit more secretive and used that way as well.
During parties and what not, if there’s something that Prince Adam wishes to tell you without others knowing, he’ll lean towards you, kissing your ear before whispering whatever he has to say in your ear.
Constantly leaves a shudder to slide down your spine and the mare closeness of his lips to the shell of your neck.
When the two of you are together, just enjoying one another’s company in silence or reading, Prince Adam likes to lightly press kisses to your ear to remind you that he’s there.
An early morning sort of kiss. You’re snug in his arms, wrapped up in complete and utter warmth. You don’t have to get up yet, and if you wanted, you could stay in bed for the rest of the day. Prince Adam breathes in slowly, his face dug into the crook of your neck. He yawns, lifting his head before pressing a kiss to your jawline, perhaps to entice you to play around this morning.
Jawline Kisses usually lead to neck kisses. (Mild NSFW)
Pretty self-explanatory but just imagine Prince Adam peppering kisses against your neck before snarling his teeth and lightly scraping them up and down to tease you.
On-The Lips Kisses.
A rather feisty and more secluded sort of kiss, meaning you usually only kiss each other in private like this. Very rarely does Prince Adam kiss you in front of others on the lips.
Probably once or twice if he’s noticed someone’s been looking at you, his protective instincts kick in and he’ll lightly press a kiss to your lips to assure that they know you’re with him.
Has a little smile he pulls before he finally lands a kiss on your lips. It’s the cutest little thing, his lips curling around the edges. He continues to smile while kissing you. He’s just so in love.
(Mildly NSFW). No doubt that they’ve lead to more heated sessions of kissing and fondling with one another. Imagine, the two of you are at a celebration but get impatient. You think you can make it back to the bedroom, but get half way there before he pulls you towards him. With a light chuckle,Prince Adam ravishes your lips with his, his hands grasping your shoulders and holding you against him. You respond right away, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for an even harder kiss.
The Surprise kisses.
That’s what you call them at least. The first one always starts with a flower that he picks for you. Holding it up with a small smile, you take it from his hands and respond, “Thank you, love.” To which he replies always with a rather head-spinning kiss and a very gentle, “I love you.”
The second kind are when he surprises you with a kiss while your reading. He knows you like to enthrall yourself in the words and pages and so takes this as an opportunity to place a kiss to your cheek, and then your lips.
Sorry I didn’t get more done, I am way tired and I need to sleep haha. Like, I said, there’ll be a part two(Probably with more NSFW kinds of kisses for those who want them). Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. Reblogs and likes are helpful, thanks y’all!
Sometimes I forget that Kylo Ren and Adam Driver are the same person as stupid as this sounds.
Adam is so awkward and Kylo Ren is so suave I just imagine Adam falling over everything and yet the character we see on film is so swift and clever and calculating. Like dang Adam, back at it again with those A+ acting skills.
Part two of my trc/tfc crossover extravaganza as requested by about 16 humans, this is going to be a trio, so wait for chapter 3 buddds
There’s a knock on the door two seconds before Ronan slits through the doorway shoulder first. Adam feels like the contents of a cardboard box, sliced and opened.
“I fucking hate this,” Ronan says, his whole presence bunched at the entrance, coiled. “Why do I feel like they have more secrets than we do?”
Adam shuffles his feet so he’s contained to one cushion, and Ronan sits down instantly, close enough that his waves eat Adam’s ripples.
“You wanted this.”
“I wanted to play exy.”
“You wanted all of us with you,” Adam adds. “You wanted to not be the most difficult person on a team. You wanted college to be easy and the games to be hard.”
Ronan looks at him closely, then kicks backward onto the couch, head on the far armrest, legs pushing at Adam’s so that they have to occupy some of the same space.
“I don’t need another gang of thugs to tell me what I have to be.”
“Kavinsky’s crew was—“
“I’m not talking about him,” Ronan says viciously. Adam eyes him, then looks at their legs, at Ronan’s hand, lax near his thigh.
“I think,” Adam says slowly, “that it’s too soon to tell.”
Ronan’s eyes are slitted blue when Adam looks down, peering past his own knees to meet his gaze.
“Yeah okay, diplomat. Tell me what you really think.”
Adam rolls his head back, flexing his hands to hear them crack, thinking of the way Neil and Andrew paired off and put their heads together, dark and light, speaking with gestures first, silences second, words last.
“I think that we’re trying to put two plugs together, and we don’t have any sockets.”
“Pretty,” Ronan snarks. Adam ignores him.
“They don’t trust us.”
“I don’t trust them,” Ronan replies easily, and takes Adam’s hand so he’ll stop cracking and wringing.
“I don’t think any of us would qualify for the foxes if we were—“
“Easy to understand,” Adam continues. “I’ve watched the tapes, Ronan. They’re still fractured at the best of times.”
“We’re stronger,” Ronan says quietly, playing with Adam’s fingers.
“We’re good together,” Adam agrees, and Ronan pulls him down on top of him. Adam falls, and enjoys the falling quite a lot, the way Ronan’s mouth changes when he’s close. “We haven’t always been.”
“That’s Gansey’s fault. He doesn’t know how to introduce people.”
“Meanwhile you made a great case for yourself,” Adam says sarcastically, grinning when Ronan does. “So personable.”
“Hey,” Ronan says, cupping Adam’s face with both hands and squeezing. “You wanna go see what we can do on this shit campus?”
“I want to get ahead on my readings, actually. My grades have to be better than my status, because PSU has zero prestige.”
Ronan rolls him into the back of the couch and kisses him fast, rubs a thumb over the sting on Adam’s lips. “No, you want to break into the court.”
“We have the keys.”
“You want to legally enter the court,” Ronan amends, pinching Adam’s side so that his ribcage cants up.
“Yeah,” Adam says after a moment. He thinks about the burnished wood of the court and the killing heft of a racquet. He pictures Ronan and Gansey next to him, crowing victory, the sweat and rush and pitch of the finite game, the deadline he can see and count on. Exy decks him and he hits back.
“Good,” Ronan says. “I want to put a dent in their fucking foxhole.”
The lights are on when they get to the court at midnight, and Ronan lets the door fall closed hard behind them. There’s no movement, just miles of clean hallway and the hollow, lived-in feeling of a place that should be full.
They exchange looks, and walk steadily towards the heart of the building. They gear up quickly in the chill of the changing rooms, laughing at each other in their fiery oranges. Ronan musses the bandana from Adam’s hair.
They poke their way towards the court, and when they’re close enough, the screech and hammer of activity haunts the hallway.
“My bet’s on Day. He looks like he doesn’t sleep,” Ronan says, kicking the door open and catching it before it can swing back.
“That’s a pretty ironic insult, coming from you,” Adam says pointedly, and Ronan grumbles something about involuntary insomnia, but they’re already spilling out into the central court.
He regrets making it this far. He feels so blatantly redundant, a meal that’s mistakenly been delivered to a table of people who’ve already eaten.
some of the moments when Ronan’s almost imploded bc of how incredible Adam is:
• when Adam smiles
• when Adam’s intently focussed on his study notes and makes that concentrated face or chews on the end of his pencil
• Adam and Opal. never fails to make Ronan pause and just… fall in love even more
• Adam breathed once and it was awesome
• Adam drinking milk straight out of the carton
• Chainsaw nudging her head against Adam’s cheek and Adam affectionately petting her
• Adam doing nothing, just existing
• Ronan accidentally looked at a pic of him and Adam on his phone and fainted
• Adam cursing
• Adam calling him ‘asshole’
• When they wake up together and Adam’s got a crease indented on his cheek from a good night’s sleep
• Adam ran his fingers through his hair once and Ronan died
As I left the theater Friday night after the showing of Darren Aronofsky’s Mother!, an older woman turned to me, looking as baffled as I was, and said, “Well, we got through it.” It was an understandable sentiment. The movie is bizarre and overwrought and disturbing. It makes no attempt to explain itself. Aronofsky puts a lot of faith in the audience to put in the effort to decode it. I suspect there will be two types of viewers of this film: those who leave the theater confused and kind of peeved and write the movie off as a forgettable romp in narcissistic arthouse theater; and those who become infected by the film’s sheer mystery.
If I’m being totally honest, I must say that I pretty much gave up on decoding Mother! a few hours after seeing it. I suspected it was saying something about the life of the artist and its inherent selfishness, but my interpretation was murky at best. And then, as luck would have it, as I laid down to sleep, it hit me, seemingly at once: the whole film is an incredibly compressed retelling of the Bible. Or, at the very least, its action mirrors that of the Bible.
What follows is a rough attempt to break down how key scenes in Mother! reflect stories of the Bible, which hopefully will help foster a greater understanding of the movie’s central themes of creation, destruction, neglect, and obsession.
As you could have guessed, Javier Bardem’s character represents God, although he is far from benevolent. In my opinion, Jennifer Lawrence’s character represents a kind of Mother Nature figure. She is the one working on the house, which symbolically represents the earth, and she loves her work. She is the one creating the physical beauty of the world, and she wants the chance to enjoy it. But before she gets a chance, a stranger (Ed Harris) enters her world. This stranger is Adam, the first man. Bardem welcomes Adam into his home, who turns out to be a huge fan of Bardem’s poetry—in fact, Adam nearly worships him. Bardem gives Adam a tour of his office, where he shows Adam his weird glowing crystal. Adam is drawn to it and reaches to touch it, but Bardem forbids him to (forbid being the operative word here if you catch my meaning). That night Mother finds Bardem comforting Adam as he vomits into the toilet. She catches a brief glimpse of a wound on his rib cage which Bardem quickly covers with his hand. The next day, Eve arrives, having been fashioned out of Adam’s rib during the night.
Now there’s that scene with the toilet. Mother discovers a strange, um, organism hanging out in it that quickly vanishes down the drain. I cannot say with any certainty, but I believe this creature might be the serpent that tempts Eve. We don’t see it again, so the temptation itself must take place offscreen, but nonetheless, this scene is an unsettling hint at the corruption to come. Soon after, Adam and Eve are found in Bardem’s office, where they have touched and shattered his glowing crystal. Bardem with all the fury of the Old-Testament God banishes them for the office and boards it up, just as God banishes Adam and Eve from Eden and hides the Tree of Life. By the way, the Tree of Life in the Bible is the source of eternal life; in Mother! the crystal is what allows Bardem to reset time and seemingly live forever.
Enter Cain and Abel, who quickly play out their murder scene, but with a doorknob as the weapon of choice instead of a rock. I believe it is after this scene (but a re-watch is required to validate this) that we first see the “heart of the house” show signs of corruption. The fall of Adam and Eve along with this first act of violence pave the way for the film’s staggering and increasingly fanatic third act. I’d say it begins during the wake sequence after the sink falls apart and water rains down from the heavens—excuse me, I mean sprays out from the pipes—resulting in a Great Flood that finally gets Bardem to kick his unruly houseguests out.
Then Mother gets pregnant and Bardem publishes a best-selling book of verse. The press shows up at his house, along with pretty much the rest of the world, and all hell gradually breaks loose. The guests worship Bardem and greedily grab whatever they can find of his to worship as, you guessed it, idols. Sin wreaks havoc and the house goes full-on Sodom. The imagery that follows is so densely packed that I can’t pretend to have caught it all, but I imagine all sorts of Biblical allusions find their way into the scene.
Mother is on the verge of giving birth and Bardem helps her find a quiet place to do so. The guests send in gifts, and while there aren’t any stand-ins for the three kings, you get the picture: its Jesus, folks. Bardem’s first thought is that he must show his followers his son, and when he does, they hastily devour him. After witnessing this, Bardem comes to a very Christ-like conclusion: “His death must not have been for nothing,” he tells Mother. “We must forgive them.” This he says, by the way, while his followers are still chewing on his newborn baby’s flesh. Communion anyone?
Finally, Mother cracks and sets the house ablaze in a giant ball of fire, not unlike the kind God rains down on Sodom in the OT. An unscathed Bardem walks out of the ashes holding a well-burnt but still breathing Mother, rips her heart out of her chest, and uncovers a new glowing crystal inside, which he uses to reset time to live out the events again but with a brand-new Mother.
That’s, at least, how the plot mirrors the Bible. I didn’t touch on what these parallels do for the film’s thematic material, but I’m too exhausted to delve into that right now. In short, Aronofsky tells the untold story of the neglected Mother behind creation, which is also the story of the neglected muse behind the artist. That’s a whole different post, though, and hopefully, I’ll get to it soon.
The voice that drifts soothingly down the hall is hoarse, but steady. Adam rubs his eyes as he rolls over to check on the clock. It’s two in the morning. The other side of the bed is empty, though it’s not cold yet. Adam yawns and sits up as Justin’s voice comes floating through the open doorway again.