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Comfort Prompts

“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”

“Don’t say that you love me more than I love you. Trust me, you are the glorious sun to me, my everything and I love you with all my heart.”

“Repeat after me; I am worthy, I am worthy, I am worthy…and believe it, ‘cause you are.”

“Darling, perfect is just a word. Perfection is impossible and chasing after it will lead you nowhere. Just do your best and accept that the result is good.”

“When the most broken put themselves back together, they become the most beautiful angels. It’s okay if it’s sloppy or if a crack is still left open, you’re even more ethereal to me.”

“The longest and most difficult roads in life end in the best places. Be patient and keep going.”

“So what if the world is complex and overwhelming? So what if you can’t do it all, can’t be the best? Stop focusing on your image and focus on yourself. You have these years on this earth, enjoy them, don’t overthink it. “

“I’m love with your mind, soul and body.”

“The best thing you can do in life is to love yourself and let your passion help others to love themselves too.”

“I know you may feel alone right now but just remember how big the world is. How many souls will love you for who you are. They’re out there, don’t worry. Just get through, explore and you’ll find them. Just don’t forget to find yourself.”

“Can I kiss where it hurts?”

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this together, hand in hand, okay?”

“It’s all about the little things. Your favorite tea, good stories, sparkly eyes, beautiful skies, the thrill of adventure, passion, the feeling of home. Enjoy them.”

“You’re not broken. Your mind is just built differently, get to know it, have a little chat with yourself. The most complicated minds tend to be the most beautiful ones, just don’t let it use you, learn to cooperate with it.”

“Hey, beautiful, you okay?”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

“I think I’m going blind from your beauty.”

“Everyone’s different. Everyone’s beautiful. You’re the most beautiful human I’ve met, and I’ve met myself!”

“Breathe, darling, breathe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.”

“Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie, that sound good?”

“ Magic is real. It’s not spells and cauldrons, no… it’s more subtle. Like, when the air seems electrified, when eyes speak more than words, when you sense something none of your normal senses detect. If you stop for a moment and look beyond, you’ll find it.“

“I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off. Just breathe, keep your head up and you’ll be fine.”

Hey @anti-tony people I’m not sure if you know about this but marvel actually did a trilogy of like. super low-budget student-film type movies that go into a lot of Tony’s backstory and if you haven’t seen them that’s probably why you don’t know about any of Tonys character arc or just. general details about him as a person and his motivations over the past decade! I’d really recommend watching them so that everything makes a little more sense. The first one is like a little over 2 hrs long and apparently they didn’t even have a solid script or anything, and marvel was super nervous about hiring the lead actor, but I thought they turned out pretty well!! Anyway the first movie was released in 2008 and it’s called Iron Man and

anonymous asked:

Prompt! Isak loves to wear Even's hoodie/sweater, he feels comfy and protected? He wears all the time, it's a little big for him but he doesn't care. And Even loves to see him wear his clothes.

“That’s mine,” Even says suddenly, narrowing his eyes. Isak scoffs, but a blush starts to creep onto his cheeks. 

“Nei.” He tries to sound shocked, but he always has a way of overdoing it when he’s lying. Even smiles, giving a soft little laugh. He pokes Isak in the chest.

“That’s my sweatshirt. You stole it.” The younger boy shakes his head, frowning.

“Pretty sure it’s mine.” He shifts on the bed, so he’s facing Even more directly. They’re lying next to each other, watching some movie Even insisted on. Isak doesn’t care for movies much, but he’ll take any excuse to lie around with Even for a few hours.

“Then I must own an identical one,” Even says, and Isak shrugs.

“Makes sense.”

“Mine’s been missing for a little while though.” His fingers are running through Isak’s hair, lazy and slow.

“That’s too bad.” Even leans toward him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. Then, the corner of his mouth. Isak turns his head, trying to meet his lips. Even pulls back though, just slightly, and Isak pouts.

“It’s too big for you, you know,” Even says, and Isak rolls his eyes, sighing.

“Ja,” he says, exaggerating. “That makes it better.”

“When did you steal it?”

“You…slept over. Last week. And I might’ve taken it after we got out of the shower. Maybe.” Even laughs, and Isak smiles. “It smells good.”

“You can keep it,” he says, brushing a strand of Isak’s hair out of his face. The younger boy lets out a nervous laugh, blush deepening.

“No, I was…I was just playing around, you can have it back,” he says, almost flustered, and Even smiles.

“I know. It looks good on you though.” Isak covers his face with one hand, even the tips of his ears are red. He’s smiling so wide Even can see his teeth, just barely.

“Stop it,” he says, and Even kisses his forehead.

“Love you. Even if you’re a thief.” Isak tilts his head back, looking him in the eye.

“Love you too.”

noodlepavilion  asked:

How about Sole finds a copy of an old scary movie (maybe Saw? I feel like that could be entertaining) that's not scratched beyond function, and the companions react to a horror movie night? Love your blog, very good stuff.

Thanks so much!

Cait: “Well, he’s a right sick bastard.” The gore doesn’t bother her overmuch, as she snacks on whatever’s handy while helpfully criticizing the drama. “What are they, feckin’ pansies? I had to do harder shit than this while in chains. Bein’ all melodramatic about it. Christ.”

Codsworth: “Er, Mx. Sole, I-I don’t think this is a family friendly film.” He’s not really a fan. Very put off by it all. He’s not a big fan of television and stuff in general - he doesn’t get the same entertainment value that humans do.

Curie: “Oh… Oh no!” She’s scared out of her wits, cuddled as close to Sole as she can get, throwing her hands up over her eyes and jumping at every jumpscare, sometimes whining when things get too frightening. She doesn’t have nightmares, but she definitely doesn’t have a great time.

Danse: “I don’t understand what you find entertaining about this.” Despite complaining about it, Danse stays for the whole length of the movie, watching it all the way through, even jumping at some of the jumpscares. When asked if he got scared or creeped out, he stubbornly insists that horror movies are ridiculous wastes of time. The next morning, he’s got shadows under his eyes. He didn’t sleep the whole night.

Deacon: “See, I like the old old horror movies. The real cheesy stuff. With guys in rubber suits carrying off girls in bikinis to their swamp lairs. This stuff?” He gestures to the projection screen as a young man is gruesomely beheaded. “I’ve been inside Super Mutant dens. I’ve seen enough gore to last me a lifetime.”

Dogmeat: He whines and gets upset whenever someone screams, even if it’s just a cheesy fake scream. Otherwise, he just likes an excuse to lay with Sole and rest his head in their lap. Horror movie pets are nice.

Hancock: “You know, this guy really needs a kick in the ass.” He doesn’t enjoy it too much, because he hates the idea of people being at someone else’s mercy. Gets him all riled up. He absolutely loathes the antagonist, and cheers if or when they finally get what’s coming to them.

Nick Valentine: He insists on one a more thriller-esque horror movie. One with a crime drama and a series of brutal killings. He likes being able to get justice on the killer at the end, even enjoying some of the spooks and jumpscares. He makes wry comments on the ridiculous parts and watches intently during the serious ones. He’s actually a lot of fun to watch horror movies with.

MacCready: “NOPE.” After five minutes of begging, he sits down to watch the film, but as soon as a murderer or a zombie or a ghost or anything weird is introduced, he literally gets up and walks out. He refuses. No. Will not. There is no way on this earth that you could get him to watch something creepy like that. Nuh-uh.

Piper: She enjoys the experience. She might not love horror movies - she’s still a sucker for rom-coms and cheesy romance novels - but as long as it isn’t too disturbing, she likes being scared now and again. She gets some popcorn and candy together, and it’s an excuse to have a cozy night in. Even if she is a little scared of the dark afterwards.

Preston: He doesn’t take very well to it. He makes all kinds of noises when jumpscared, on the edge of his seat the whole time, covering his eyes when the worst parts happen. He’s doesn’t find it fun to scare himself, but he likes spending time with Sole, so he’ll compromise and watch the cheesier horror movies if he can cover his eyes during the really scary parts.

Strong: He falls asleep halfway through. If he wanted to listen to humans scream while something big and scary went after them, he’d just go out looking for dinner.

X6-88: “The killer’s methods are rather inefficient. It would make more sense to chop horizontally than vertically. You would have to wash off the gore and sharpen the weapon after every kill.” He pauses. “I could do it better,” he says thoughtfully. Sole decides to turn off the film.

blackcur-rants  asked:

So in honour of the new Justice League trailer, can I ask you what you feel are the top ten worst things about the DCEU movies so far?

*grins evilly, cracks knuckles*

Let’s get this one out of the way:

10. This fucking shot right here

“Pretentious” does not even begin to cover it. And that expression! I don’t have much nice to say about Henry Cavill in these movies, but I do enjoy his utter inability to hide his embarrassment at what he’s participating in at this moment. 

9. The Why Did You Even Bother Club: Lois Lane, the Daily Planet, Rick Flag & June Moon, the media, the military, Congress…

Remember how The Avengers had this idea of Agent Coulson as the in-universe fanboy who understood the team better than anybody, and how the best part of Age of Ultron was the trip to Hawkeye’s farm? So why do the “human” elements of the DCEU feel so forced and stale?

8. Someone needs to go to jail for these action scenes

I thank the gods that I (unlike many of my friends) walked into Man of Steel sober, because Snyder’s destruction porn in that movie is a truly bad trip. Everything you need to know about the dude is in this juxtaposition: when he’s showing a building breaking apart, he wants you to see details, dammit, this is his canvas. When he has to cut to, y’know, humans, they’re dully shot and horribly lit, and his impatient desire to get to the next orgasmic splash-panel-shot is palpable. Elsewhere, the Doomsday sequence in BvS not only extends the plot far beyond its logical climax (the dictionary definition of overkill), it’s an unbelievably dull and drab nesting doll of mushroom clouds, pure headache-inducing sound and fury signifying nothing, my least favorite superhero throwdown on screen…until the Enchantress fight in Suicide Squad, which had me in tears in the theater, I was laughing so hard.

7. Pa Kent wants you and your children dead, you hear me? DEAD!

This may be the single worst aspect of Man of Steel specifically. I hate it on every level. I hate that Pa Kent spouts this BS, I hate that we’re supposed to take it seriously, I hate how it bogs down the post-Krypton story with no real weight or payoff (since we already know that Adult Clark is saving people by the time we get his Dad’s speech about not doing so), I hate that entire unbelievably dumb tornado scene, and I hate how freakin’ casual Snyder and Goyer are about death throughout this SUPERMAN STORY. Supes kills Zod, screams that scream…and then he’s downing satellites with a smirk, and biking through an apparently just-fine Metropolis, and hahaha look, glasses! Tone? Stakes? What are those? What was the point to him killing Zod other than Snyder getting that fetishistic close-up of the scream? Man of Steel was always going to be a bad movie, but this is where it became a Bad movie.



5. Batman v Superman is I Took Half a Philosophy Course, The Movie

Every single second of this insufferable thing is screaming at you to take it seriously. Every. Single. One. And it’s earned maybe 2% of the time, usually when it directly swipes a line from a comic. There’s nothing else to most of these scenes—just This Is Dramatic, with no attention put into the “this” from the basic “we need to care about these people” angle that Marvel generally has a lock on. The ambition falls flat. In particular, the worldbuilding sequences in BvS (the Injustice future, the Flash visitation, the videos of future JL members) constitute some of the clumsiest and most misguided scenes ever in a comic book movie, because they thoroughly ratfuck the tone, pacing, and focus in the most masturbatory manner imaginable outside of literal porn. (Has there ever been a less appropriate use of Exciting Pump-You-Up music than when Wonder Woman is…sitting at her laptop…watching QuickTime videos?) 

4. Scene to scene, line to line, end to end, every storytelling decision in Suicide Squad is wrong

I don’t demand a movie make perfect logical sense for me to like it, and nitpicking about plot holes often aggravates me, because there are many more important things to making and watching movies. What I demand is that you not assemble your movie like a dozen different food-poisoning-induced fever dreams all happening simultaneously. When you have to literally actually reshow parts of your “villain launches their evil plan” sequence (kind of an important part of a comic book movie!) because it was so confusing and poorly communicated the first time through, you’ve lost any semblance of structural coherence. This isn’t clever nonlinear storytelling. This is an abysmal, abyssal editing fail. Honestly, given the garbage fire behind the scenes, Suicide Squad barely counts as a finished movie.

Final three slots reserved for the fatal performances. You know the ones.

3. How did you let Jared Leto keep doing this after day one

How did you not brain him with a shovel or something

2. Why, though

Why would you do this to us

And of course, at #1…

1. This ostensibly sentient block of granite you insist on calling Clark Kent

Ok, that’s not entirely fair. He’s poorly cast, written, and directed. The DCEU is fundamentally broken because its central character does not work. He’s got two modes–deadly boring and straight-up deadly–and neither is compelling. I’m far from the first to say it: this is a Superman for people who never liked Superman.

anonymous asked:

I dont think they'll kill Sam and Dean off for financial reasons. The show had a lot of talk about planning a supernatural movie after the show is done and also tried to launch a spin-off once already they are going to want them for these plans, or at least the possiblity for it. If they kill them and everyone else SPN is dead truely, closure included you cant sell stuff on that like with the feeling of being able to rejoin Sam and Dean anytime any plans etc over i dont think that

Hmmm… okay so valid point, if they will actually go there… I dunno if they will, If SPN ends with Sam and Dean just driving off in the impala I will honestly feel a bit cheated, because it will mean no development in all 13+seasons. Bibros will love that of course, but I think it would be a massive anticlimax. 

The way I see it, SPN had two possible endings:

1. They all die in a blaze of glory, just like Dean always says and the ending that we KNOW Jared and Jensen and Misha all want. None of them see a happy ending for the show, they all think that the characters will die for the world. This ending makes sense considering the song of the show is “carry on wayward son” and really, that song is all about death isn’t it? We could STILL have destiel in this ending, and have them all reunited with those they love in heaven, it could be tragic but still hopeful and happy in a way. Like they all end up sitting around the bar in the roadhouse and all the old characters come back and yeah, maybe Dean will smile at Sam as he is reunited with Eileen (or even Jess?!) and gives her a kiss, and then Cas walks up to Dean and stands by his side, they smile at each other and all the happy faces all around them and then Dean takes Cas’s hand and thats that. End scene.

It is an option that will actually be incredibly bittersweet. Something like the Wayward Daughters spin off could still go on but the original cast wouldn’t be able to do one off episodes with them. But then would they really need to? Wayward Daughters doesn’t need Sam and Dean and Cas paying a visit every now and again to be successful. It will have Jody and Donna and Claire and maybe even Rowena could be like a Crowley character… I don’t think a movie is a good idea personally… I get flashbacks to the X Files movie and well, I wouldn’t want it to tank. 

2. We are still going for Dabb’s happy endgame idea. Who knows, maybe they will bring Eileen back? I was wondering if maybe that mystery character from the promo is the Nephilim baby from the future? Maybe he’s all grown up and tries to convince them all to let him live and gives them each a gift and the gift he gives Sam is Eileens life back? Who fucking knows eh? 

if the endgame is still happy, then it will have to be something to do with the boys not quite leaving hunting, but settling into a Bobby type role and also training up the next generation of hunters. Sam would rebuild the global men of letters from scratch (since the Brits will probably be in ruins by the finale) and recruit people from all over the world to watch over the Supernatural and start a global organisation of worldwide protection. Perhaps the final season will actually be about the world becoming aware of the SPN?! Sam would control that (a true man of letters) WITH A FUCKING DOG! and Dean and Cas would still travel, go hunting together (Cas would be human) and yeah, I can see that happening I suppose but it doesn’t make sense to not give Sam SOMEONE outside of his brother and Cas.

The reason that this option doesn’t seem so likely to me now is that they were BUILDING on Sam’s endgame in the subtext for two seasons!! His dreams of ‘someone’, his saving of the retirement leaflet in his keepsake box, his questioning of who he is and what he wants now. (he never managed to convince me that the hunter life is what he WANTS even if he has accepted it). Eileen was a big part of that… so I just don’t get it? It really confuses me that they killed her when she seemed like someone who could be so important for the future and for the endgame?! Could so many of us meta writers have been wrong about Eileen’s role? To me, it feels like a massive wasted potential and now I’m just completely lost for this endgame idea.

Perhaps the true endgame is a mixture of both of these? Could one brother live and the other die? Could that be the true endgame? Sam accepting his fate and sacrificing himself for the world in a repeat of Swan Song but this time he goes to heaven and reunites with those he loves, but the codependency is broken and Dean accepts his brothers death for real, and in his place gets a human Cas? (that would certainly be controversial to certain darker sides of fandom…)

Honestly I just don’t know. I’m upset that Sam’s friend had to die. Because she was SAM’S friend. One of the only friends he has outside of Dean, or who Dean hasn’t connected with more than him. Even if it was completely platonic between them, its still really annoying that Sam had that taken from him. He never gets to bond with anyone outside of Dean. 

*sigh* I’m so tired nonny. I don’t think I could deal with a movie or it dragging on for another so many seasons. I WANT it to end at the moment, I am sick of seeing these characters suffer. If you keep adding more hurt to the mix without any comfort the audience eventually gets bored. SPN is becoming too painful to watch right now. 

Who knows how it will end really? Or when. So long as it does end and so long as the characters get the ending they deserve, an ending that is satisfying and beautiful and makes sense according to the story so far. Anything less would just feel cheap and broken.

Imagination vs Speculation

Fiction has two modes: the imaginative and the speculative. The mode that has to do with pure, unbridled invention and the mode that tries to think logically about rules and consequences. So the imaginative parts of Lord of the Rings have to do with the whole-cloth contrivance of things that don’t exist: ents, hobbits, dwarves. The speculative parts have to do with how, given the rules of Tolkien’s universe, his characters might behave. What would it take for a homebody hobbit to leave home? This principle goes for stories that lack ‘fantastic’ elements as well. The imaginative part of Huckleberry Finn is Huck and Jim and their life circumstances. The speculative part is what it might take for Huck and Jim to bond and run away. Imagination is Jim finding a dead body. Speculation is Jim preventing Huck from seeing it.

(That good speculation requires a good imagination is a given. But it is still different, for my purposes, from the act of creating something from nothing.)

In order for speculation to be concerned with what might happen though, it has to be concerned with what is. Every act of speculation speaks as much about what rules a writer thinks govern a fictional world as it does about how those rules might manifest. And if a writer is trying to speculate about how reality could go, as many writers are, then they are proposing hypotheses about the way reality is. In a third season storyline of The Wire, for example, the show imagines that Baltimore establishes a zone for the legal use and exchange of drugs. It then speculates how the government, police, and citizens would react—revealing general principles about what motivates these people and why.

But fiction is weird. Fiction usually isn’t concerned with either a fictional reality or a real reality—but both, simultaneously. So in a satirical movie like Election, the story is at once attempting to distill a supposedly real phenomenon (what happens when unscrupulous people butt up against cowards and innocents) and be consistent within a necessarily heightened movie reality. Which means that fiction, in order to feel ‘correct,’ has to scan according to both realities. If you don’t think that automatons of ambition exist, or you don’t think that they succeed in the end, or you think using Tracy Flick to depict that kind of person puts unrepresentative blame on the heads of teenage girls—the speculation doesn’t track for you. On the other hand, based on what the movie establishes about Tracy Flick, we would also consider it ‘illogical’ or bad speculation if she suddenly behaved selflessly.

Interestingly, the more metaphorical or satirical a work is—in other words, the more it is attempting to have meaning—the more, I would argue, it becomes concerned with ‘real’ reality. The more, that is, its implications about reality affect whether or not it works. If I’m watching Transformers, it doesn’t actually matter that much whether it makes sense that a giant alien robot would pal around with a teenage kid. Because Transformers isn’t trying to claim much about reality.* But if I’m watching a production of Rhinoceros, it sure as hell matters whether I think fascistic impulses exist, or whether they colonize people in the absurd, virulent way Rhinoceros depicts. It matters less whether Rhinoceros establishes complicated rules for its fictional world. Though it should be (and is) self-consistent.

*(Insofar as Transformers is trying to distill a reality, one might claim it is trying to distill what a certain attitude or fantasy looks like. So it is consistent with the reality of the terms of that fantasy—cars, heroism, hot girls— rather than whether or not that fantasy is especially likely to happen. “If I were trying to make the perfect heterosexual boy fantasy movie, what would I include? In other words, what is the perfect heterosexual boy fantasy movie? What defines a heterosexual boy?” In a thoughtless execution of the het boy fantasy genre—XXX? Crank? I don’t know—this kind of consistency would matter even less.)

What am I getting at? I want to set aside the definition of ‘speculative fiction’ that acts as a euphemism for science fiction. And I want to examine what makes good or bad speculative fiction, and what counts as ‘speculative fiction’ in the first place. Right now, the terms ‘science fiction’ and ‘speculative fiction’ are a confusing conflation of three different genres:

1. Fantasy with tech or futuristic trappings. Star Wars, Transformers.

2. Speculation about the consequences of a scenario that doesn’t exist (a technological innovation, a social innovation, a crazy circumstance). Looper, A Handmaid’s Tale, Asimov, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Contact.

3. A technology or a fantastic setting as a metaphor for a real world phenomenon. The Forever War, Metamorphosis, Frankenstein, Xenogenesis.

There are good and bad executions of all of these genres. And of course they tend to overlap. But in order to talk about whether a given work is failing or succeeding, we have to talk about which realities the works are trying to make claims about (or take as a given), and therefore whether or not the claims are accurate or convincingly depicted.

The first category mostly only needs to scan according to its fictional reality. When this kind of story makes a claim about real reality, it usually tends to be a claim about human emotion or human values (what is tragic, what is virtuous, what is cool). The questions you ask about Star Wars are things like “Is this fun?” or “Does it make sense that Luke is sad here?” The last category, in turn, mostly needs to scan according to its real reality. Something like Xenogenesis makes you ask questions like “Is this effectively evoking the conflicted, shell-shocked experience of cultural assimilation?” Frankenstein is more of a story about hubris rather than a story primarily about the actual consequences of reanimating the dead. Stories in this category can be tremendously complex on the narrative level, and care about being consistent and exciting on that level, but the speculation part tends to exist primarily in the service of a concept rather than itself.

I think of it this way: speculation in service of a concept will be closed, rather than open. The Wire’s Hamsterdam storyline is open because there was no way it really had to go, other than the way that the writers thought logically sprang from the state of Baltimore’s citizens and civic institutions. But something like District 9 is trying to convey a pre-established position about the mechanics of prejudice and othering. District 9 is more effective if its narrative logic is sound, but there was also no way District 9’s plot was going to depict any fallout from alien contact other than xenophobia. Top-down rather than bottom-up storytelling. Evidence-based versus theory-based. This isn’t inherently a good or bad thing, for the record, just a distinct difference in genre. In metaphorical stories, the logic of something is considered more or less known to the author; the problem is how to get other people to internalize the logic.

True speculative fiction (category 2) and true narrative fiction (category 1) seem to resemble each other more than they do metaphorical fiction (category 3) because they both take the bottom-up approach. What is something like a sitcom (situational comedy) other than putting characters in a scenario and asking what will happen? Beyond approach, what Friends and Star Wars and Game of Thrones and Isaac Asimov all have in common is a curious paucity of thematic content (that is: it’s difficult to say what they are “about”), but not in a bad way. Extremely hard speculation like The Wire tends to not be terribly thematic because theme requires a certain amount of artistic control that epistemically honest speculation doesn’t lend itself to. When works of hard speculation are thematic, and when they’re good, they seem to mostly lend themselves towards themes about the complexity of systems. Which makes perfect sense. Hard speculation is also different from “hard science fiction” that mostly applies its hardness to its setting and not to its narrative. Only occasionally, like in things like The Silmarillion, does a hard worldbuilding story understand that its worldbuilding is the story and put the focus there accordingly.

All this said, most works of speculation are in-between things. Things like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or Brazil or Her or Children of Men or Contact or Snowpiercer. Eternal Sunshine is fairly honest speculation about how people would use a memory-altering technology, but the only reason the story proposes that technology is to explore things about romantic relationships. Most stories, in other words, choose their speculation in a thematically pointed way, even if they’re not transparently allegorical.

The thing I want to figure out is why the way that something like Eternal Sunshine speculates thematically is so much better than the way that something like Her does, despite the fact that they have similar subject matter and approach. While both pure narrative and pure metaphor and pure speculation can all, to a certain extent, get away with ignoring one or both of the above, blended works seem to ignore the other categories at their peril. The absolute worst executions I can think of are the metaphorical stories that are undermined by a refusal to speculate. Stories that have such a poor understanding of consequences or such a lack of curiosity about them that it ruins the metaphorical and literary power of the reality they are trying to convey (see: what it means for a work of art to take itself seriously). A good metaphor will not simplify reality, but will open it up, and this is impossible to do without a good understanding of what reality is (or a respect for the fact that understanding reality is overwhelmingly difficult).

Works like Her and Snowpiercer seem weak to me because their artistic reach extends their grasp, but in a lazy way rather than a forgivably ambitious way. They imagine overly wholesale fictional circumstances: all the people fall in love with their computers, all of society is trapped on this train. These are huge statements about the pervasiveness of both loneliness and the stratification of society, yet neither of them are convincing on the individual character or narrative level, and so their huge claims fall flat. Theodore mostly seems to be lonely because he’s an almost inhumanly stunted person. I found myself wishing the movie were just a simple story about an individual in the real world that falls for a catfisher. Similarly, I felt that Snowpiercer would almost be more convincing as a story set in an actually oppressively stratified country. Those “realistic” stories would be less symbolic, but far richer. Although movies like The Matrix and Children of Men also have overly ambitious speculative conceits, both put considerable effort towards the complexity and excitingness of their narratives and also make much smaller claims about reality. The Matrix is a metaphor for a more generic feeling of unreality and aimlessness, while Children of Men tries to be a thriller in a speculative circumstance, but makes few sweeping, moral claims about society that it has to prove. Poor speculation, in other words, takes its ideas as “given” and uses metaphor as a kind of autotune to conceal a lack of work.

[Credit both to Peli Grietzer for autotune as a figurative concept, and Gabe Duquette for this specific usage].

I don’t understand the hate. This is the first Marvel movie RDJ is in that’s not Iron Man. Except from movies like The Avengers and Captain America civil war but so was Chris Evans and Scarjo and Mark Ruffalo etc…

And it makes sense for the story too. I admit that he’s really big advertised in the promotional posters. But maybe think about how that’s got nothing to do with Robert but everything with Marvel wanting to make money.

I just watched John Wick 2 the other day. In the trailers and promo’s Laurence Fishburne was heavily advertised but in reality he only shows up near the end of the movie with only 10 minutes of screen time. Should you be mad at Laurence? No, that were tactics to gain more viewers.

Kagehinatsukkiyama HCs

So I really love this ship and all variations of it I’m so sorry but I just reallllyy love Kagehinatsukkiyama ahaha okay so here are some headcanons:

-Aged Up! AU Where they live together.
-Hinata is a big cuddler. So whenever they have sleep, they take turns “sacrificing body warmth” to Hinata in their futons. (Kageyama secretly hogs him more. Don’t tell the other 2.)
-Yamaguchi and Hinata drag Kageyama and Tsukishima to go shopping together for cute hair accesories and outfits!
-“SHO YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!! AAA I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP!” *picks Hinata up and spins him*
-“TADA-CHAN LOOKS SUPER CUTE TOO!!” *Giggles* *gives him cute kisses*
-Kageyama and Tsukishima are fighting their nosebleeds in the background.
-“S-s-o King… can you still handle it?” -“Y-yea… no… this is too much.”

-Hinata makes Tsukishima pick him up and ride on his shoulders.
-Tsukishima grumbles and complains WHILE carrying him on his shoulders.
-Sometimes he’ll just swoop him up bridal style. Then kiss him where ever he wants. Hinata beams.

-Tsukishima and Yamaguchi watch Dino movies together and Yamaguchi would have to deal with useless Dino facts and crying everytime one dies. But he doesn’t mind, he’ll kiss all the tears away.

-Tsukishima facepalms and Yamaguchi snickers. But they secretly find it endearing.

-Yams and Kags go to buy cakes together ocassionally while the other 2 sleep on the couch all cuddled up.
-One time it gets cold and Yamaguchi realizes he forgets his gloves.
-“S-stupid… take this…” and Kageyama gives him one if his gloves then proceeds to take Yamaguchi’s otherhand in his and shove it into his pocket. Kageyama is blushing madly and Yamaguchi giggles.
-“You and Tsukki are the same… I love you all.”
-Kageyama nearly faints that was too cute.
-It becomes routine and Yamaguchi always “forgets” his gloves. Not that Kageyama minds at all.
-They buy Tsukishima strawberry cake and Hinata chocolate cake!

-“Stupid King, hotblooded useless…” -“Tall gigantic egoistical pillar of salt.”
-Stuff like that are muttered in between kisses and Yams and Hina are just staring at them like *sighs* “They never change.” “It’s still cute though.”

-If anyone DARES to hurt Hinata, he’ll have 3 guys, all over 180cm, ready to fight and wearing the scariest expressions ever.

-Tsukishima is the only one able to kabedon™ Kageyama. When he does it’s usually really intimate and he whispers all sorts of stuff in his ear to make him blush.
-Hinata and Yamaguchi are watching all of this with matching blushes and squeals.
-“It’s like one of Noya-san’s BL mangas…”

-Daichi is kind of concerned at times like “IS NOBODY IN YOUR HOUSE RESPONSIBLE BESIDES YAMAGUCHI????” When he and Suga come over to check on their kids.
-Sugawara smiles and shakes his head.
-“You kids are wonderful but how about trying not to wreak havoc throughout all Miyagi okay?” With the Mom Face™ and Mom Tone™ and honestly they’re all more terrified of him than Dadchi. (Daichi totally understand because Suga scares him too 60% of the time.)

-They all hug Hinata when he’s feeling down and he feels super loved. “Stupid Hinata, we love you don’t ever doubt that.” Then they all carry him around to make him feel tol.
-Yamaguchi gets warm loving words and cheek kisses from everyone. (Tsukishima aims for the mouth though that cheater.)
-Kageyama gets Hinata and Yamaguchi  pulling him to dance around the room and Tsukishima ruffles his hair. It’s an odd comforting method but he loves it.
-Tsukishima gets movies AND cake AND 3 wonderful boys snuggled up beside him. How spoiled.

-Hinayama dates are like: Yamaguchi takes Hinata out to the lake and they gaze at the sunset leaning on each other. They say the sappiest, cutest things.
-Kagehina is when Kageyama takes Hinata out on “dates” and brings the volleyball so its 70% volleyball, 20% making out, 10% actually being romantic and 100% chance of BOKE! They run around open fields and make flower crowns too that’s super cute and fluffy.
-Tsukkiyama dates usually include going to museums (the other 2 are kinda ummm yea not into that) and Yamaguchi gets to see Tsukki light up talking about Dinosaurs. He gets to tease him but it’s really cute. Awww. Slow dancing under the moon at night too.
-Tsukkihina dates include “Tsukki take me to see the floating lights!” “You mean the stars?” So they go to the observatory. “The stars look just like the ones in your eyes.” Tsukishima almost cries because that was adorable. They’ll walk home at night hand in hand with matching blushes.
-Tsukkikage dates are… relatively normal. They chat in cafes with lots of banter but they enjoy it alot and share milkshake. Tsukki likes to rub it in that he’s taller. It’s fun riling up his king.
-KageYama (no wait Yamakage makes more sense.) Dates include watching romcom movies in the theaters and Yamaguchi attempting to explain the jokes, puns, romantic lines, etc. Kageyama is kinda… blank??? But Yamaguchi finds his innocence super precious. So throughout the movie Kageyama mostly just watches Yamaguchi and honestly it’s so much better than any movie.

-When all of them go out together it’s SUPER HECTIC BUT SUPER FUN and they do all sorts of stuff yayy!!!
-Super surprising but the one who cooks the best is HINATA. So he’d make them breakfast and dinner and it’s just sooooo good.
-This ship is so pure please consider it thank you.

scrapyardparadise  asked:

What's one anime you personally enjoy, but can't bring yourself to recommend to others?

Let me fucking tell you about Kakumeiki Valvrave

Now this show starts off like a generic shounen mecha anime 

(which is why I started it)


Like I’m not even kidding when I say every episode has a plot twist and it just gets progressively more ridiculous as the show continues. It’s like the writers just clicked a random snopes page and said “Fuck it. We’re adding that to the story.” I mean this show has FUCKING EVERYTHING. 

  • Vampires
  • Thousand Year Time Skip
  • Aliens
  • Magic or some shit
  • BL teasing
  • Space Nazis

I mean the list just continues! It’s absolutely nuts!!! And I loved it. This show is something that you watch to be entertained from sheer stupidity and fun. Like a shitty B-Movie but done well enough to almost look like something good. But I can’t recommend it usually because you can’t follow the story, and there is like no story…

But it’s great.

anonymous asked:

why do you hc steve as bi, its weird and misogynistic bc is canon he only loves peggy, hes so obsessed with her that his biggest fear is not being with peggy, not his friends in danger, or everything that happened to bucky or the safety of others, his biggest motivation is peggy, when has he ever been so devoted to someone else, specilly not bucky bc some hc steve having feeling for him int he 40s but the only way that ship makes sense is as one sided or bucky being a filler after peggy died

there is so much wrong going on in this ask that i don’t even know where to mcfucking start

i’ve never denied that he loved peggy, but my dude, he left her to go on a suicide rescue mission on the one in a million chance that bucky was still alive. he would’ve gladly died in that hydra base as long as it was with bucky.

steve crashed that fucking plane into the ocean, effectively committing suicide, after bucky died. leaving peggy behind. now, did he think at the time that that was his only option? maybe. but he didn’t even send anyone his goddamn coordinates before he crashed.

“even when i had nothing, i had bucky.”

“i’m with you to the end of the line.”

“rumlow said ‘bucky’ and suddenly i was a sixteen year old kid again from brooklyn.”

like??? he loves bucky more than literally anything??? he spent the entirety of civil war going ‘fuck you, i choose bucky’ to everyone. did he love peggy? yes, of course he did, but he loves bucky too! and he knew bucky longer, they have a longer history, steve said bucky’s name and it broke through seventy years of fucking brainwashing, jesus christ.

thesis of the captain america trilogy franchise: steve loves bucky and would do anything for him. fuck me i don’t understand how you could watch those movies and not understand that. even if you don’t think they’re in love, the fact that they adore each other is the basis on which everything is written!

finally - and possibly most importanly - headcanoning someone as bi will never be misogynistic. what the fuck. go fuck yourself.

Fanfic Writer Problems No. 1

When you are finally in the zone on a fic you’ve been trying to get jump-started for ages and your bae’s like “wanna watch a movie?”

In the abstract: Yes!

Right now this minute: You don’t understand I’m feeling the flow right now and the dialogue finally makes sense and just one more hour for writing about imaginary people on the internet, okay sweetie?

Talk About This Now

Characters: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Words: 1735

Prompts: My Bloody Valentine 2009, and “You want to talk about this now?!”

Warnings: arguing, mention of blood, talk of periods, crying, slight angst, then all fluff

This is my entry for @roxy-davenport‘s spn birthday celebration! :) Happy (late) birthday Lexie!! Anyways, this was fun to write, hopefully I did Soulless Sam justice. Enjoy!

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It’s Just a Name

Summary: While watching Frozen, Bucky and you get into an argument over a nickname. In revenge, you make it your mission to call him every Winter related nickname possible.

Warnings: Sad Bucky, all the feels, face-palming, and disappointed Steve.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Words: 2514

A/N: I tend to like, delete every fic I’ve ever written before posting it, but our dear @roobiecube94 has convinced me to post this one. Thanks to that amazing weirdo for editing the shit out of this, since I was too brain dead to do it myself. I fully intended for this to be less that 1000 words, but welp, this happened.

It was finally the day, the day you got Bucky to cave in and make him watch Frozen with you. You had been begging him for months, ever since you got a hold of a copy that would play on Tony’s high-tech television, and finally your puppy dog eyes had brought you the success that you had been looking forward to. It hadn’t been easy in the slightest - it had taken a lot of begging, monetary bribes, threats of getting Steve and Sam to whoop his ass, and the promise of withholding affection from him. Now that you thought about it, withholding affection from him would only hurt you too, since you would have missed his hugs and kisses.

You’d been dating for almost eight months now, although you had been a member of the Avengers for almost five years. You had witnessed the thawing of Capsicle, the rise and fall of the God of mischief Loki, the surfacing of the Winter Soldier himself, the defeat of Ultron, and the unfortunate fight that had broken out within the Avengers themselves. You and Bucky hadn’t spoken much initially, since you found yourself more at ease with Bruce and Tony in their labs, but one group dinner changed that, and soon you both had become each other’s closest friend. 

It only took him a few months to come to his senses and make a move on you - asking you to finally be his ‘gal’ - with the permission of Steve who looked at you like his little sister. It had taken very little pushing for you to agree, leading to the glorious night you finally got him to watch Frozen with you.

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My Hero

Anonymous requested: Can you make an imagine where a guys like being all gross and mean to you and then your crush catches him doing that to you and then he stands up for you and then he confesses that he likes you? Sorry if this didn’t make sense, LOVVEEE your blog! 😍


Anonymous requested: Can you do one when your crush is jealous when you hang out with other guys etc? Thank you x

“C’mon, (Y/N), won’t you come tonight? For me?” Your best friend pestered you during your last class of the day. It was the Friday before a long weekend and you just couldn’t wait to unwind in the comfort of your home. Nothing appealed to you more in that moment than the idea of putting on your coziest pajamas, watching the cheesiest romance movie, and eating the greasiest of pizzas. But that’s not what (F/N) thought. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster as she continued to question you. “You never go out! And it’s my birthday this weekend. If you go you won’t even have to get me a gift…” 

“Why is it so important that I go? You go to parties without me all the time!” You rolled your eyes at her as you shoved a book into your bag.

“Because you’re my best friend! And it’s my birthday weekend! And you love me!” She glanced around and then leaned closer to you. “Annnnnddddd because a certain (C/N) will be there?” 

You blushed a little and pretended to contemplate. “I guess if I have to humor the birthday girl.” You grinned as she squealed in delight, causing half the classroom to turn towards you.

She came to your house straight after school, giddy to plan your party outfit. “What about that red dress you have?” She called out from the pits of your closet.

“You mean the one that ends an inch below my crotch? No thank you.” You snorted. “Why can’t I just wear what I’m wearing right now?” She popped her head out and quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t want me to answer that question.” You heard her rummage through a few more racks and drawers and then a distinct “aha!” She emerged a moment later brandishing a skirt you hadn’t worn in months. “This, with a black shirt and the right accessories, is what you’re gonna stun the room with. This is what you’re gonna get lover boy with.” 

After a few hours of just goofing around, it was finally time for the dreaded party. Before leaving the house you checked yourself out in the mirror one last time. If not for (F/N) you never would have even thought of putting this outfit together. The skirt was a tad short but showed off your legs wonderfully. The black tank top was low cut but not overtly so, and the necklaces glinted against your skin. You liked how you looked, not something you say often. (F/N) dragged you out of your house and shoved you into her car, bubbling with excitement.

After a few minutes, the two of you pulled up to a grossly large house. You couldn’t hear the music so much as feel the vibrations in your bones. Laughter peppered the air and you could feel your stomach twisting. There was too many people here, you couldn’t last a night surrounded by the noise. Almost as if she read your mind, your best friend reached over and grabbed your hand.

“Trust me, we’re gonna have fun! And if not, we can leave whenever you want to. I’m just glad you decided to give this a go in the first place.” And with that you plunged yourself into the party world.

As soon as you opened the door, the stench of beer overtook you. People crowded together everywhere, you grew a little claustrophobic. You weren’t too keen on drinking, but if you hoped to make it through the night alive you were gonna require alcohol. Lots of it. (F/N) searched for the girl throwing the party, stopping sometimes to say hi to random people you didn’t recognize. You hadn’t realized how popular she was but in hindsight you could see why. She drew in people like a magnet. 

“(Y/N)?” You heard someone call from behind you. It was Thomas, your neighbor and friend since age 3. 

“Tommy!” You yelled as a huge smile broke out on your face. 

“I can easily say, you were the last person I expected to see here.” He chuckled as he wrapped you in a huge hug. “What are you doing here? You never go to parties, much less the one’s thrown by Rachael. Her’s usually end with the cops getting called anyway.” Your eyes grew wide at his last comment but you vowed to stick it out for as long as possible, for (F/N).

“It’s (F/N)’s birthday tomorrow and she begged me to come.” You explained over the thumping music. He grinned down at you.

“You never come when I beg you.” He fake pouted, causing you to laugh. 

“Maybe because it’s creepy when you beg. Reminds me of some pervert or something.” You laughed along with him.

“Fine well this pervert is gonna leave you to it. See ya.” He kissed your cheek and then was absorbed into the crowd. You turned around, searching for (F/N). Someone caught your attention from the corner of your eye but as soon as you saw them, they melded back into the background. 

“(Y/N)! Can you grab us beers?” You spun around and saw (F/N). She was on the dance floor by herself, captivating her audience. You assumed by us she meant you and her, which you were happy to oblige.

The kitchen was practically deserted as everyone was in the halls or out in the backyard. Spotting the cooler full of beers, you rushed forward eagerly. You grabbed two, one for you and one for (F/N). Eager to have the flow of alcohol subdue the noise that encompassed you, you popped open one bottle and chugged half the contents with a slight grimace.

“Someone’s thirsty, huh?” A voice called out from behind you. Someone too close for comfort. You turned and were met with Dick, the gross grease bomb that kept flirting with you despite your (constant) rejections. You quickly stepped backwards in an attempt to escape from his proximity. Instead, you were met with the wall and no escape. 

“Look, Dick, I’ve told you before. I’m not interested. Can’t you just leave me alone?” You tried to ignore the panic that was starting to bubble up in you. Of course you’ve heard stories about girls at parties, you just never thought that you would be one of them.

A menacing smile grew on his face as he staggered towards you and put his arms on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall. Your breathing quickened and you searched for a way out. ”You know, if you gave me a chance, I think I’d be able to change your mind.” His boozy breath flowed over your face as he started to lean in. Your eyes grew wide in fear and you tried to slip past him. Despite his drunken stupor, Dick grabbed your wrist forcefully. “Nuh uh darling, not tonight.” You couldn’t do anything except screw your eyes shut and pray he’d loosen his grip on you. 

Suddenly, his presence was yanked away from you. A sigh of relief whooshed out as you sagged against the wall. In front of you Dick was sprawled on the floor with a body kneeling over him, grasping Dick’s shirt collar with so much force you thought it was about to rip. “Don’t you ever go near her again you scumbag, you hear me?” And with that, the figure slammed him on the floor. The voice was masculine, definitely someone you knew, but you couldn’t pinpoint who it was.

As the person went to stand up, Dick couldn’t help but make a fleeting comment. “One of these days, I’ll wreck you babydoll.” He stared right at you as he said it. The person lost it, throwing punch after punch at Dick. You gasped at the sheer force and anger that they demonstrated. It was so intense you feared he would kill Dick. 

“Stop! Stop it!” You yelled and ran towards the man, yanking his arm in a feeble attempt to stop the attack. When you touched him, he turned to look at you, and you were finally able to identify your savior.


You widened your eyes slightly in surprise. “You’re gonna kill him. He’s drunk and stupid and a perv, but he’s not worth going to jail for.” You tried to reason with (C/N), keeping your voice level as you held his gaze. With one last scowl at Dick, (C/N) rose and stalked out of the room quickly. Throwing your own disgusted look at the writhing and bloody idiot on the floor, you rushed out after your savior into the backyard. People streamed past you to see the damage done to Dick, leaving the yard practically deserted save a few couples.

“Hey! Wait up!” You called out as you jogged towards (C/N)’s retreating figure. He visibly tensed as you caught up to him. “What…. what was….. that…” You panted out, tired from the brief exercise you were subject to.

“Nothing.” He replied gruffly.

“It sure as hell didn’t look like nothing!” You grabbed his arm as he tried to leave. “Look, at least let me grab you an ice pack for your hands or a beer or something. You kinda saved me back there.” He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before nodding yes and following you to a pair of chairs separated from the rest. You ran to the outdoor cooler and grabbed a beer. Since there were obviously no ice packs, you untucked your tank top from the skirt and threw a few icecubes in the pouch you made, creating a temporary ice pack.

(C/N) avoided your gaze when you returned, accepting the beer silently as he stared at the dewy grass. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to get him to talk much, you gently took his hand. His eyes flickered to where you two connected but still refused to look at your face. 

His knuckles were bloodied and bruised, evidence of the intense anger that lied beneath his calm exterior. You gingerly placed the makeshift ice pack on his hand, his fingertips grazing your stomach slightly. He yanked his hand away quickly. “What are you…” he trailed off, finally meeting your gaze. 

You spoke softly. “What happened back there?” You reached for his hand again. He hesitantly let you resume icing his hand. His fingers rested on your stomach but neither one of you made a move to pull away.

“I…. I don’t know. I saw what he was doing, what he was gonna do, and I just- I lost it.” His hand curled into a fist beneath your shirt as the anger flared up again.

You let your shirt drop, the ice tumbling from your shirt onto the grass. You rose from your chair and stood in front of him. He looked up at you, his eyes betraying the sea of emotion that stormed inside. You threw your arms around his neck and collapsed, ending up sitting on his lap. For the first time that night, the weight of what could have happened sank in and you started crying. “Thank you. Thank you.” You whispered into his chest as his hands immediately circled your waist. You couldn’t help but feel perfectly safe in his embrace, as if you were meant to be held by him. You leaned back and searched his face. He tenderly wiped the tears off of your cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted as someone called out from behind you two.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you?” It was Thomas. He visibly sagged with relief when his eyes landed on you and he ran to where you sat. “What happened in there? Dick keeps mumbling about you… about what he was doing before his ass was kicked. Are you okay?” He picked you up from where you sat on (C/N) as if he didn’t even see him. And he probably didn’t, you were so close to him that he was essentially your older brother. 

“Yes, Tommy, I’m fine. I promise. (C/N) saved me….” You gestured to the chair behind you only to find it empty. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you searched the yard to find his towering figure. You glimpsed him exit through the gate and walk towards the street. Ignoring Tommy calling out for you, you bolted after (C/N) for the second time that night.

The gate slammed behind you as you swiveled your head from side to side, searching for the only person you wanted to see in that moment. A few kids loitered on the front lawn but none of them were the person you needed. Squinting your eyes, you finally spotted (C/N)’s brooding figure a block down and on the other side of the street. You called out for him but he either didn’t hear you or he ignored you. Sighing, you took off again. Damn (F/N) for making you wear a skirt tonight. Your legs were starting to chafe.

When you were finally a few feet behind him, you called out his name once more. He didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. He just continued his brisk walk down the street. You jogged past him and stopped so he couldn’t move past you. Seeing that you weren’t gonna budge (C/N) finally halted. His eyes no longer were the pools of emotion from moments earlier, now they were clouded over. Unreadable.

“You need to stop doing that.” You said, crossing your arms. 

He shrugged. “Doing what?”

“I’ve ran more tonight than I have in the past 3 years of my life combined.” 

“What do you want, (Y/N).” He said it as though he were exasperated, not as if he actually wanted to know what was happening.

You dropped your arms and stepped towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, like you could attack him at any given moment. You spoke softly as you searched his eyes. “I want to know why you keep running from me. Why you saved me in the first place. I want to understand what happened tonight, I want to understand you.” 

He laughed without humor. “Why? You seem to understand Tommy pretty well already.” 

You stepped even closer to him, reached up to touch his arm. “Is that why you left?” His eyes flicked to you for a split second. He didn’t answer you but he didn’t have to. It was written all over his face. Your hand dropped to your side.

“Tommy’s not the one that saved me tonight. Tommy isn’t who I chased down twice tonight. Tommy…” you drew a breathe in.”He’s not the one I want.”

At this (C/N)’s head snapped towards you. You averted his gaze, much like he did to you earlier tonight. This time, (C/N) was the one to take a step towards you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he lifted your face towards his. For a few seconds nothing happened. Your eyes were locked, both of you searching for answers. He needed to know if you were being honest, if you meant what you said. You looked for a sign that he felt the same way you felt. Those few seconds seemed to span for eternity.

Finally, as abrupt as (C/N) is, he kissed you.

His lips crashed onto yours so suddenly it took you a moment to realize that (C/N) was kissing you! Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands rested delicately on your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out in the midst of your make out session. Feeling your mouth curl up, (C/N) broke the kiss suddenly. 

“Did you just grin while I was trying to seduce you?” He smiled down at you, his hands still sitting on your waist. You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled out of you. 

“Did you just say you were trying to seduce me?” He nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Does that mean it’s not working?” He fake pouted at you, drawing your attention to his swollen lips once more.

“Maybe you should try it again, just to double check.” He wasted no time reattaching his lips to yours. Without realizing it, he subtly backed you two up until your back was pushed against the bark of a tree.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” You pulled back so quickly your head slammed against the tree. Behind (C/N) stood (F/N), her eyes blown wide as a hand covered her mouth in surprise. Tommy stood next to her, his hand resting on the small of her back and his facial expression mimicking hers. (C/N) quickly stepped so he was standing next to you. Your eyes flicked between the pair standing in front of you until you realized what was happening. 

“Are you two…” 

“LIKE YOU SHOULD BE TALKING WE JUST CAUGHT YOU GUYS DRY HUMPING AGAINST A FUCKING TREE!” (F/N) screeched. You frantically looked around, hoping no one was near enough to have heard her.

“No, please, say it even louder. I’m sure someone in Australia didn’t quite catch that.” You hissed out. Tommy calmed (F/N) slightly then turned to face you again.

“Yeah, (F/N) and I are going out now.” Before you could interject with the plethora of questions that bombarded your mind, (F/N) spoke up again.

“That’s why I begged you to come tonight. We were gonna tell you. But APPARENTLY you should have been the ones that had to tell us something.” She grinned while looking between the two of you.

“Hey,” Tommy barked out, looking directly at (C/N). “You better treat her right. If you don’t I swear to God-”

“Tommy, he’s the one that saved me tonight.” You cut him off, warning in your eyes.

“She’s the best person I know. Don’t do anything to fuck it up, okay?” Tommy questioned, his tone steely cold.

“She’s the best person I know, too. I don’t know how lucky I got but… I’ll spend every moment trying to be the person she makes me feel like I could be.” His stare burned into yours as you looked up at him, a blush crawling up your cheek. You looked back at your friends to gauge their reaction. (F/N) seemed to be glowing with happiness. Tommy looked like he still wasn’t sure. (F/N) looked at her boyfriend and rolled her eyes, dragging him away finally. 

You turned to the boy that towered over you. “Did you mean what you said?” You practically whispered, gazing up at him through your eyelashes.

He smiled down at you. “Every word.”

You pulled him down to meet your lips once more. After a few seconds he pulled away from you, making you pout.

“What, did my plan to seduce you not work?” You teased him. 

“No, no it may have worked too well. I was gonna say, my house is just a block away if we cut through the park. Do you wanna come over and hang out?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Only if you give me a piggyback ride.” You spun your finger, indicating that he should spin around so you could hop on his back. Instead he gave you a devilish smirk and scooped you up bridal style. You laughed with delight as he carried you off towards the park. Tonight was already the best one of your life, but it looked like it was about to get a whole lot better…


A/N: Hey guys! Long time no write! Also: if your crush’s name is Dick or Tommy I’m sorry, just try to change it in your head as you read it. I left it so that I can continue it if that’s what you guys want. Let us know what you think! 

Sherlock smut

A/N: continued from the fluff one shot thing about watching a movie with Sherlock, so it’ll make more sense to read that first, unless you just wanna skip to the poorly written smut. I’m not gonna pretend this is innocent, or that I’ve written this kinda stuff before.

Warnings: smut (unprotected) and swearing.


It was during the movie when you felt something hard against your ass. At first you couldn’t figure out what it was, and then it hit you. Sherlock’s hard-on.

“Sherl,” you whispered softly, “you know I can feel you.”

At first he wasn’t sure what you were talking about, but when he realised, he cursed himself.

“Want some help with it?” you softly asked, not knowing what to expect. “I’m happy to if you want me to.” His look was filled with surprise, but also with lust.

“You’d do that for me, (your/name)?” Sherlock’s question was filled with lust and a slight worriedness. You nodded your head to show that you wanted to do it. Thankfully, the movie was coming to an end, so he quickly turned the TV off, pulled you off his lap to stand and then lifted you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, carrying you to the bedroom you shared.

He swiftly put you on the bed, making sure that you weren’t going to be hurt from it. You put your hands on his face to bring his lips to your own for a kiss that was filled with desire and lust. As you pulled away, you were struck with a thought: had he done this before? It must’ve shown on your face because he said “It’s fine, I want to do this with you.”

“Are you sure you’re rea-” you started, but before you could finish your question, he grinned his clothed hard member into you clothed wet core, causing you to moan.

“Shit, Sherlock” you moaned, causing him to chuckle a little. He leant down to your ear and hotly whispered “language love.” You glared at him hard, before chuckling yourself. “Shut the fuck up, Holmes” you chuckled lightly. As you were saying that, you hadn’t realised that Sherlock had started to unbutton the front of your flannel shirt.

As soon as you realised, and started to do the same with his, mesmerised by his muscled chest. He was staring at you breasts once he finished with unbuttoning, chucking the unwanted piece of clothing to the other side of the room, followed by his.

Suddenly, his face went straight to your breasts as he unclasped your (your/favourite/colour) bra, licking at them and causing you to moan, and moan loudly. Once your bra was flung out of the way along with the shirts, you pushed him on to the bed and straddled his hips, grinding down on his clothed member. Slowly, you undid the belt, unbuttoned his trousers and brought the zip down, brushing your fingers against his hard dick deliberately in the process.

This action caused the detective to moan rather loudly, making you grin. You pulled down his trousers and boxers, realising his member. The size of it caused you to mimic his moan from a moment ago. With you distracted, he flipped you over so that he was on top again, trailing sloppy, open mouthed kisses down your front while he pulled your trousers and underwear down, flinging them towards the rest of the clothes along with his trousers and underwear.

It was his turn to start asking if you were ready when you interrupted and said “I’m more that ready, Mr Holmes. Hurry the fuck up before I finish myself of elsewhere.” And with that comment, he swiftly pushed in. It was easy for him to enter since you were so damp.

“So tight and wet for me, baby. Sherlock moaned hotly in your ear. Slowly, but gradually building speed, he started to pump into you, both of you moaning, gasping and swearing. At this rate, you realised, you were going to finish soon. And you knew he was close too.

“Sherlock, I’m close!” you whispered hotly, yet softly, in his ear. He replied with “I know, I know.” And right on que, you finished together. You shivered at the feeling of his hot seed coating your walls.

He rested his head on your breasts, you comfortable with his weight on top of you. “I love you, (your/name)” he said out of the blue. With that you blushed and replied with:

“I love you, too"…

Additional Notes: I’m not suggesting that unprotected sex is a good or a bad thing, how you have sex is completely different for different people, I know that people do have unprotected sex and that doesn’t really bother me that much

tale as old as next time: the blanket fort’s beauty & the beast review

Originally posted by kinginthenorthjonsnow

Basically, this is me and probably the rest of the of Beauty & the Beast fandom right now. 

The good news:  the live action movie is nice and entertaining enough, with its own kind of charm.  The bad news:  the original animated film is still complete and utter perfection.  The live action movie can’t even hold a candle to it. 

And no, I don’t think it’s unfair to compare the two.  If you create what is really an unnecessary remake of the legendary Disney animated film that forced the Academy to create a category for Best Animated Picture, because it could and should’ve won the actual Best Picture Award, then you’ve got some seriously big shoes to fill.  Good remakes and re-imaginings have been done before (the Charlton Heston Ben-Hur, anyone?).  This movie needed to be balls-to-the-wall amazingly good. 

The problem is that it’s just in that category of “okay,” “nice” and “it’s entertaining.”  

Originally posted by fuckyeahdragrace

(Spoiler time - you have been warned)

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