this is such a fascinating movie

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any into darkness rewrites that include Spirk? :) thanks!

I can’t find any fics that are rewrites of the whole film, most of them are based around the scene where Jim dies, so warning for major character death (or mentions of it) . in both of these

The Space Between by starfleetdicks

Kirk’s skin is cool to the touch, his hair softer than Spock imagined, and the stiffness he expects to feel at the base of Kirk’s neck at this unexpected contact is strangely absent. Kirk shifts, lets out a noisy breath, and leans into the touch. Spock’s fingers tingle. He finds there is some comfort in touching Kirk like this. Fascinating.

He moves closer, drawn to Kirk until there is almost no space between.

Into Darkness scene fill/extension, after Kirk’s speech at the anniversary ceremony to the end of the movie.

How It Ends by SentimentalDefect

“I want you to know why I couldn’t let you die. Why I went back for you.” One last glance at the final two-hundred-and-forty-one seconds of Jim Kirk’s life. Kirk/Spock. Obvious spoilers for STID.

Stuff about me

I don’t like red velvet cake because it doesn’t taste like chocolate, just red.

I think the twilight saga is one of the worst books series in existed but that The Host, also written by Stephanie Meyer, is actually pretty decent.

I starting writing when I was fourteen and I was pretty awful.

One of my favorite parts of creating a new world is drawing the map. I love maps.

If I’m painting and there’s nothing on my fingers, I’ll deliberately make them messy because art without the mess is just not the same.

I have a fascination with blood. It goes along with my love of hurt/comfort. Blood is symbolic of life. I love scenes in books and movies where a character is hurt because I love the comfort afterward.

Also fainting. It is an incredibly cliché plot device and I love it to death. It’s cheesy and most often unneeded, but I still love it.

In general I don’t like to watch comedies because I get really bad second-hand embarrassment.

I think that the star wars original trilogy is the bomb, but that Obi-Wan is a boss and Natalie Portman is gorgeous, no matter what terrible dialogue is coming out of her mouth. I really enjoyed rogue one.

I’ll tell someone  love them almost immediately after meeting them, because I love to love people and I love to tell them, too

My love language is physical affection, but that words hurt me the most. Even if I don’t believe someone, I hate hearing negativity.

I hate being angry, since it’s an active emotion and makes me feel wonky inside. I’ll get upset or frustrated, but will get rid of anger almost immediately, an I don’t get angry easily anyway.

I hate keeping secrets. But I will keep them.

I rarely wear warm colors. Almost my entire wardrobe is of cool or neutral colors. All my t shirts are nerdy.

I’m a slow healer. Even paper cuts take a week or so to fully fade

I always eat late at night. Can’t say that it affects my weight, tho.

In the past two years, I’ve stayed between 107-109lbs, but I’d really like to be 115 at least.

I always have clothes on my floor.

I’m sensitive to oranges, peaches, strawberries, small tomatoes, grapefruits, mangos, nectarines and pineapple. I like all of those, but I don’t eat them in favor of it not getting worse.

I love salmon. After bacon, it’s my favorite food.

True bagels can only be had on the east coast, and NY/NJ bagels are the best.

You know what I think is fascinating:

There are people who tend to criticize the Star Wars franchise on a whole, as being very black and white.  But I think the current Star Wars movies have done something really interesting with that:

We see a man, raised from infancy as a Stormtrooper, brainwashed and with no other external moral compass, who is ordered to take part in a massacre, but chooses not to.  Later, he seizes the opportunity to rescue a tortured prisoner and escape with him.

We see a scientist ordered to build a death weapon, still manage to leak out information to the people who can stop it, and build in weaknesses that can be exploited.

We see a career Imperial choose to defect rather than continue to work for a corrupt regime.

The new movies have given us a number of stories about people who on the wrong side, by choice or by force, but still choose to do what’s right in the end.

And that’s why I get so frustrated by fans who insist that Kylo Ren MUST have a redemption arc, because Star Wars is “about redemption.”

Because they’re right and they’re wrong.  Star Wars is about CHOICE.  It’s about people who choose to do the right thing, even when it’s hard, even when it’s painful, and even when they might have started on the wrong side.  It’s about abandoning the darkness, and choosing light..

Vader didn’t have a “redemption arc.”  He had a moment of choice, and despite all of his past evil, when it came down to it, he chose to save his son.  

Kylo Ren chose to leave the Light.  He chose to betray Luke.  He chose to join the First Order.  He chose to massacre villagers.  He chose to torture helpless prisoners.  He chose to aid in a genocide.  And when face to face with the same choice that saved Vader, he chose to murder his father.

We do not need this mass murdering patricidal monster to represent the Star Wars theme of choosing light over darkness.  We have Finn, we have Galen Erso, we have Bodhi Rook.  

That’s where you’ll find themes of the Star Wars Universe alive and well.  Not Kylo Ren.

I have such a fascination with being alone. I like hiking, running, sleeping, biking, eating, going to the movies, cooking, reading, walking, drinking coffee, going to museums, adventuring, and living by myself. I like being by myself because that is the time I am able to reflect on what I want out of this life of mine and who I want to be. People struggle to understand this. Being alone is such an incredible time to spend with your soul. 

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This video is as fascinating as it is cringeworthy.

Whenever Trump shakes hands, he pulls the other person toward him and off balance in some weird dominance display. Who know where he learned this from, his dad, a movie, or an MRA dating site, but it’s consistent enough that Ivanka has described it as a strength move in her own writing. (Not sure if she does it too.) Heck he almost pulled Gorsuch to the floor when he announced his nomination. And he took it so far in introducing/humiliating Pence that he tried to kiss him on the forehead.

But watch Trump with Abe in this clip. Abe has met him before, and expects this. He’s also stronger than Trump and won’t let him jerk him toward him. He holds his position.

Trump keeps trying, and then when it doesn’t work, he condescendingly pats Abe’s hand instead.

When Abe finally gets loose from the bizarre dominance display, he leans back and rolls his eyes with a “get a load of this loser” look on his face.

Trump, meanwhile, aware of his failure to physically pull Abe off balance, literally comments on his “strong hands.” (In case you weren’t convinced that’s what he was trying to do.)

The President of the United States, everyone. What a fucking embarrassment.

Zombies Aren’t The Real Monsters

They shamble clumsily around, unthinking and uncaring, baleful and brain-dead, bumping into things, terrifying decent people, driven by evil and primitive urges and no, I’m not talking about Republican politicians. I mean Zombies (although I’ll grant you it’s not always easy to tell the difference). However it’s not my intention to mock the right-wing here, even if it’s hard to resist. I was just wondering why we seem to be so fascinated by Zombies.

We are, you know. I was flicking through Netflix and Amazon last night looking for something vaguely late-night watchable and you wouldn’t believe the number of Zombie movies and TV series. Or perhaps you would. I was surprised, though. ‘The Walking Dead’ was a monster hit on TV, as was ‘Z Nation’ and ‘iZombie’ while in the cinema things like ‘Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies’, ‘Big Tits Zombie’, ‘The Evil Dead’, and ‘Rockabilly Zombie Weekend’ have all provided flesh-creeping frissons on the big screen for Zombie lovers.

Personally I’ve never really got their appeal. Zombies don’t actually seem to do much except shamble around slowly and groan despairingly. I do that myself most mornings so I’m not impressed. They’re not what I’d call a deadly threat either because even committed couch-potatoes could easily outrun them. Do you remember the Daleks in Doctor Who ? They were hyped as the most terrifying killing machines in the universe but all I ever saw them do was trundle slowly around like clumsy mobile vacuum cleaners. They couldn’t even manage a couple of stairs without falling over. As scary threats go, for me, you really need a bit more than Zombies or Daleks can manage.

And since Zombies aren’t particularly scary, I struggle to see why else they might appeal. I can quite easily accept the perverse allure of Vampires, with all of that neck biting and getting to stay up really late and have torrid nights in ladies boudoirs and so on. And werewolves are pretty cool too, because which of us hasn’t fancied loping through summer fields at midnight with the long grass tickling our tummy while we howl at the moon ? Sign me up for that anytime. I can see why anyone might go for a bit of nocturnal neck-biting or lycanthropy but who would want to be a Zombie ? And why ?

Maybe it’s more to do with us than the creatures themselves. Vampires and werewolves tend to be individuals, each with their own personality and complicated life-story going on. They’re relatable. Zombies, on the other hand, aren’t. They’re objectified and usually appear anonymously in masses. Maybe this is what explains their appeal to movie-makers. Perhaps they’ve shrewdly worked out that there are millions brought up on endless war and ‘shoot-em-up’ computer games who find pleasure in mindless mass killing and maiming as long as the premise of the entertainment sets up some slight justification.

We know it’s okay to kill zombies or watch them being destroyed. Lots of them. Blow them apart with shotguns, chop off their heads, hack off their limbs, beat them, batter them, blow-up, annihilate, and destroy them. The more the better because they’re just zombies. They’re the bad guys, not even real people, and we need to do it to them before they do it to us. A bit like those ‘gooks’ the US  killed so many of in Vietnam and those ‘towel-heads’ in the middle-east. They weren’t really people either. Not like us. Not really. More like zombies.

Of course I may be totally wrong. I often am. There may be complex cultural reasons for the huge current popularity of zombie movies. Or people may just like the Zombs for the way their body-parts fall off comically at unexpected moments. Or it may just be a passing entertainment fashion because Vamps have been rather done to death (no pun intended) in recent years. But if the appeal of the Zombie genre is, either entirely or in part, that we as a species just love the idea of splattering and smashing other creatures, if we revel in slaughter and destruction, then what does that say about us ? Who are the real monsters ?

Stephen King once wrote, in a book called ‘It’, “Eddie discovered one of childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters”. Maybe he was right.

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Frank (Ian Alexander) and Josie (Rowan Blanchard) are the only new kids in their freshman class, and quickly become best friends, bonding over their shared fascination with everything mystery related - Frank has done extensive research about famous unsolved cases for his tumblr blog, and Josie is an aspiring crime novelist, with a large collection of Agatha Christie books. With the help of their english teacher, Mr. Aoki (George Takei), they form a mystery club, but only one other student joins - a junior, Nancy (Amandla Stenberg). At first, the only mysteries they have to solve are things from Encyclopedia Brown novels. But when one of their classmates goes missing, and the club finds themselves caught up in it, they find that real mysteries are much more complicated than they could have imagined.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green, Looking for Alaska
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green, Looking For Alaska
Why did I obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn’t think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me… I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.
—  The Goldfinch (Donna Tartt)