ugh why is this movie the way that it is


MARILYN: Hello? BETTY: Lets go out. MARILYN: Okay. hold on, i’m on the other line with Lauren. BETTY: Don’t invite Lauren, she’s driving me nuts. MARILYN: Hold on. BETTY: Ok, hurry up. MARILYN: It’s Betty, she wants to hang out with me tonight but she told me not to tell you. LAUREN: Do not hang out with her. MARILYN: Why? LAUREN: You don’t want me to tell you. MARILYN: Ugh, you can tell me, hold on… MARILYN: Oh my God she’s so annoying. LAUREN: Who is? MARILYN: Who’s this? LAUREN: Lauren. MARILYN: Right, hold on… MARILYN: Oh my God, she’s so annoying. BETTY: I know, just get rid of her. MARILYN: Ok, what is it? LAUREN: Betty says everyone hates you because your such a slut. MARILYN: She said that? LAUREN: You didn’t hear it from me. RITA: Little harsh Lauren! Lauren: Ugh, whatever, she has a right to know.


“We believe in you.”

*wipes away tear* Me, too, Strawberry Man. Me, too. 

@yoursummerfrost​: Sidenote why isn’t there more fic about Bitty comforting Jack over the Frozen Four loss
Or does it exist and I’ve never found it

@des-zimbits​: GOOD QUESTION
i don’t think there is

@yoursummerfrost​: I just?? So many different ways that could go man. Canon-compliant hurt/comfort or alternate get-together fics or UGH it needs to exist

@des-zimbits​: lots of platonic intimacy and Jack letting Bitty in to snuggle onto his bed with Shitty on Jack’s other side to watch a movie or Jack wrestling with him or learning about Twitter or

@yoursummerfrost​: ;~~~~~;
I need all of it

What Are The Odds? - Part 1

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 936

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

“I refuse to let my daughter look like Avril Lavigne on the first day of school!” You say at the end of your rope. 

Of course you end up with a kid who’s just as stubborn as you. And her father. 

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t know who that is and she has a weird name!” Your daughter Kelsey says crossing her arms.

Ok, calm down. You need a different approach. 

“Sweetheart. I love that you want to wear fun outfits and put extensions in your hair but you are only 8 years old. You need to compromise, ok?” 

“Ok, fine. I want to wear makeup then.” 

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Let’s Christmas 🎄☃️

Inspired by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:
You love the Christmas season, but _____ absolutely hates it. You spend the day forcing him/her to be festive.
Request from @murmelche.

Words: 1472
Warnings: smut

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Lego Batjokes Prompt #33

“Knock Knock!”

“Why did you say ‘knock knock’ instead of actually knocking?”

“I’ll pretend you said, ‘Who’s there?’ Bat!”

“Oh god, you’re actually telling jokes, aren’t you?”

“Wow, that’s a weird way to say, ‘Bat who?’ Bat you’ll never guess what today is!”


Mom always makes a big show about how sore and tired she is after coming back from the gym. She usually says something like 

“Ugh your big brother is gonna hate me for asking- but I think I need another massage…. Here’s my debit, why don’t you go see a movie or something?”

They didn’t hear me come back after I had left to get my phone which I’d forgotten… So they didn’t notice me hiding by the door, seeing just what kind of ‘massage’ my brother had been giving her…

Even more disturbing than the unprotected incestual sex they were having was the way she looked at him when he finished on her… Like he had her in a trance… He owned her.

Come to think of it… I don’t think she even went to the gym…


“Okay, but just don’t cancel at the last minute again. You know how much I hate getting dressed to go out.”

I tossed the last pile of utensils in dishwater, then readjusted my headphones. My best friend was giving me her lame excuse, as to why she cancelled our movie date.

“Was Joe mad?” Her voice was full of guilt.

“He wasn’t mad, but annoyed.” I sigh, “He planned something for us last night. Instead I shut him down for you, which I will never do again, by the way.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. Please give him my love!”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Let me think on it.”

Footsteps enter the kitchen and I take a glance to my right. Joe walked past me towards the fridge and grabbed a beer. He gulped down half the bottle, then sat it on the table. Suddenly, I found myself in a staring contest.

“Let me finish cleaning, and I’ll get back to you later.” I take out my headphones. “Hey, everything okay?”

His thin lips twisted at the corners, as his eyes lowered. His bare arms folded across his chest.

“It’s funny that you seemed to notice that things are not.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?” I sigh and place my hands on my hips.

He takes a few steps closer. “There’s always something taking away your time from me. Work. Errands. Friends.”

“Joe, listen—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” A long finger lifted in front of my face. “I’ve been put on the back burner too much over these few weeks. I miss coming home to a welcoming wife. As hard as I work, don’t you think I deserve that?”

I eagerly nod. “Yes, babe. You do.”

“Well, lately it hasn’t seemed like it.”

I watched the redness amplify in his face, as well as my guilt. I could lie and say his words didn’t just slice me in half. He was telling the truth. Lately, I had been making time for everything imaginable, except him. The straw that definitely broke the camel’s back, was flaking out on him for my best friend. I felt like crap as soon as I’d done it, but I couldn’t renege at the last minute. Luckily, she cancelled but it was too late.

“You’re right,” I breathe, “I’ve been neglecting you lately, and I apologize for that. I can’t even give you an excuse, because there isn’t one. But just know that I’m so sorry, baby.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I not there enough for you?”

“No! It’s not you!” I cup his face, “You’re part of my Universe that can’t be replaced. I can’t get enough of how you make me feel, and what you do for me. If there was a problem, I wouldn’t avoid it. Especially like this.”

He pecks my thumb, as it glides across his lips. “You sure there isn’t another man you’re telling these problems to?”

“Don’t even play with me like that.” My voice hardens, “Not one bit, Joseph.”

He presses his hips against me, pinning me to the counter. “Don’t give me a reason to, Lia.”

My name sizzled into my skin from his breath. Instantly, he had me right where and how he wanted me. Hot and trapped. He bore his fingers into my hips, and leaned down to my ear.

“Turn around and bend over.”

I did as told without hesitation. Didn’t even need to be told twice. My yoga pants were slipped down to my ankles; thankfully I was bare underneath. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, prompting me to arch perfectly into position.

“Let’s see if we can fix your problem.”

“I don’t have any pro—AH!”

Joe breached into my sleek opening, casually pushing deeper. Once my ponytail was grabbed, the motion was set. His grunts mixed with my moans echoing in the sink, filled the kitchen. I came onto my tip toes, urging him to pound me the way I like it when I’m close. He answered me by gripping my thighs, and folding my legs around his waist. I released a squeal from the surprising lift, feeling more of him in this intensified position. He yanks my body hard against him, grinding onto my throbbing walls.

“Still have a problem?”


“Are you going to continue putting me off?”

“No I won’t!” I gasp, “Baby, I promise!”

“You promise?” He spanks me.


“Problem solved.” He spanked me a few more times.

The hot stings radiated through my body and I came on a loud cry. He stilled my body, while he shuttered from his gut wrenching orgasm. Joe grabbed for his half filled bottle of beer, gulping down the rest. The strength of him holding me up with one hand was turning me on, so I wiggled my butt on his pelvis. He cracked a smirk, softly spanking me. My lower half was gently placed back on the ground, as we caught our breaths. Joe wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me up against him. I sealed my back to his front, inhaling his scent. My arms folded atop his, as I laid my head back onto his chest. Nothing like a much needed quickie to get my mind back right on my husband. That’s for damn sure!

I just want to talk forever about Moana. I need to go see it again, but I’ve been listening to the soundtrack all morning and I have new thoughts I need to put down. 

For one thing, Moana’s agency. Every single thing she does in this movie is her choice. Early on, Grandma Tala lets her know that if she stays and does what her dad wants and puts her rock on the pile (which I fucking *adore* btw) then she’ll support her. She knows she was chosen to be the ocean’s champion, but Moana has to make that decision for herself. When Moana decides it’s too much and she doesn’t want to do it anymore, she holds the heart out and the ocean takes it back. She doesn’t just fling it away. The ocean accepts that it’s her choice. When she changes her mind, the ocean doesn’t just plop the stone back in her hand like all the times it plopped her back on the boat. She has to swim down there and get it. When Heihei is captured, she’s the one who fights and goes after him. When Maui tells her to stay put so he can get his hook, she climbs right up past him and jumps in without being pushed. Everything she does is her choice

The other is the emphasis on knowing. If you listen to the lyrics of the songs, it’s always “we KNOW the way.” “Come what may, I KNOW the way.” “Do you KNOW who you are?” “This is not who you are. You KNOW who you are.” How Far I’ll Go is literally filled with lines about not knowing and then the movie is about discovery, but it’s not “I’ll find the way” because it’s intrinsic. It’s internal. It’s about listening to yourself. “I am everything I’ve learned and more” It’s about her heritage, her culture, her descent from voyagers and this inherent knowledge she possesses if she just listens. I think that’s why Know Who You Are the second half of I Am Moana are my favorites. They’re both about listening to yourself, trusting yourself, and being confident that you know who you are and who you are meant to be. 

Don’t Hate The Player (Laurens x Reader)

TW: Swearing. That’s it??

Summary: High school AU


You walk down the hall of your new school. You transferred a little over a few weeks ago and already knew who was who. You swipe another coat of red lipstick on as you take your seat in the back of the English class. In front of you was Thomas Jefferson, big flirt but never acted on anything. To your right was Peggy Schuyler; she was harder to figure out. She was quiet and mostly forgotten. She looked strickenly similar to Maria Reynolds from your old school. To your right was John Laurens, resident rich fuckboy. He had a new girl hanging off his arm every week. He pulled out his Beats headphones and started listening to music. You lean back in your chair and rest your head on the wall. You’re pulled out of your trance when Alexander Hamilton walks into class, ten minutes late, and slams the door.

“Sorry, Mr. Miranda,” he mutters as he takes his seat in the front row.

Mr. Miranda rolls his eyes and sighs while reciting the same script from every morning, “Do you have a late note, Mr. Hamilton?”

Alexander opens his notebook. “No sir, but it wasn’t my fault. Burr wouldn’t stop talking to me abou-”

“Frankly, Mr. Hamilton, I don’t care.” He looks up from entering attendance. “Pull out Lord of the Flies and finish your essay on symbolism. If you finish early peer grade it.”

You resume your position and try to sleep. You barely close your eyes before someone taps on your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Mr. Miranda standing over you. “Miss (L/N). Please, finish your essay. I would hate for you to get kicked out of another school.”

You roll your eyes but reach into your bag and pull out a finished essay. “I didn’t get kicked out because of my grades,” you mutter.

He takes the essay and skims over it. “Wow, this is incredible. I’m surprised a school would kick someone with such talent out.”

“I beat a kid up.”

“May I ask why?”

“She was being a bitch,” you state blatantly.

He raises his eyebrows.

“She was being- to be polite- a generic uneducated privileged bitch who says whatever her daddy tells her to.”

He nods slightly and changes the subject. “Since your essay is so good, I’ll let you help Mr. Laurens who, presumably, has not read the book.” He yanks John’s headphones and takes his phone, telling him that he’ll give it back at the end of the day.

John looks at you in awe. His signature smirk is gone.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head, gaining his smirk. “Just help me.”

“Fine.” You read over his outline and laugh. “Piggy symbolizes the pigs on the island,” you read aloud. You put the paper down. “You didn’t read the book, did you?”

He shakes his head. “I got to Chapter Three. I just don’t see the point in reading the book. Everybody dies.”

You shake your head. “I hated the book, but at least, I can recognize that there is so much more to it.”

“Mr. Laurens,” Mr. Miranda calls from across the room. “Let Miss (L/N) help you. One more failing grade and you fail the class.” John blushes and murmurs, “Meet me in the art wing during lunch,” before picking up the book and annotating.

~Skip to Lunch~

You grab your tray from the cafeteria and head down to the art wing. You step over the emos and kids doing last minute homework. You spot John sitting in the corner between the band and choir rooms. He smiles and waves you over. “So, I finished Chapter Twelve. What the fuck just happened?!”

You giggle and sit next to him. “Ready to start on your essay?”

He pulls his binder out of his backpack. Just as he starts to talk to you about the essay, his latest whore walks over to you two. She’s wearing a tight skirt that barely covers her ass and a shirt that leaves little to the imagination. She drops down next to John, running her hand down his chest. “John? When are you going to be done?” She brings her mouth closer to his ear. “I miss you.” You roll your eyes as he responds, “Martha, I’m done with you.”

She gasps and stands up. “Fine! Move onto your next whore! See if I care!”

He smirks. “As you wish.”

She scoffs and storms away. John turns back to you. “So, I was thinking-”

“Oh really?” you mutter.

He ignores your comment and continues to tell out about his plan for the essay. You nod every once in a while or tell him that you don’t like something. About halfway through lunch, he sets the essay next to him and starts actually talking to you. “What did that girl say that made you want to hurt her?”

You raise your eyebrows.

“I heard you talking to Mr. Miranda. I thought you got kicked out of your old school because of your grades. I never thought someone could make you so angry.”

“She was just being a bitch, okay?”

“Please, I’ve seen you talk to bitches without hurting them. What happened?”

You grab your bag. “It’s none of your business.”

“Just tell me!”

You suddenly stand up. “If you want help on your essay, you’re going to have to be less of a dick.”

“Wait! (Y/N)!” He stands up and starts to run after you, but the bell stops his attempts to talk to you.

You race down the stairs to physics, thankful that you’re last two classes have no trace of John.

When you leave your last class, John is waiting for you by your locker. How he knew which one was yours you will never know.

You push passed him. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

You roll your eyes. “Why? Because you think I can be your next whore. Please, I respect myself more than that.” You grab your math book and slam your locker shut. The John standing over you looks nothing like the John you know. His smirk is gone; his shoulders are hunched. “Please, (Y/N),” he begs. “I-I just want to talk to you.”

You do feel a little guilty, but you ignore the feeling as you push past him. He grabs your arm. This time you can’t get away. “Please?” He’s on the verge of tears. You nod.

“Why did you beat her up?”

You let our a breathy laugh. “You’re still on this?”

“Yes. Please, just tell me.”

“Will you leave me alone?”

He nods.

“Fine. She was making fun of this guy because he was gay.”

“That’s it?”


He nods. “I was expecting something more.”


He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel that that’s a good reason to kick someone out. Does she still go there?”

You nod.


You shrug. “If that’s all you wanted, I’m going to leave.”

He grabs your arm once again. “I’d like your number. So we could, uh, work on the essay. I still need a ton of help.”

You see through his shitty excuse but give him your number anyway and walk away, leaving him with his mouth agape in the middle of the hall.

He texts you not even an hour later saying, “Hey, (Y/N), it’s John. I was wondering if you could meet me at Panera after school tomorrow to work on the essay.”

You smile and reply, “Yeah. I’d love to.”

You don’t talk to John much during the day. You’re not surprised, though. A guy like him makes a new date every day; it’s hard to keep track of who is next. Still, you show up at Panera and order a tea and pastry. You take a seat near the front of the cafe and wait for John to show up. Just as you get ready to leave, John shows up. “(Y/N)! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was just getting you these.” He hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You smile and take the flowers from him. “These are my favorite. Thank you so much. Why did you get them, though?”

“I-well-I wanted to d something nice for you since you’ve been helping me with the essay.” It’s unusual to see John this flustered. Actually, now that you think about it, he’s been acting this way since you started helping him.

“Why did you really do this?”

He nervously glances around. “I just wanted to be nice.”

“You’ve fucked every girl in the school; being nice has never been your priority.”

“I haven’t fucked you.” He immediately covers his mouth. “That’s not what I meant! I just meant that I-ugh- I can’t make this better, can I?”

You giggle. “Depends, what were you going to say next?”

“Do you want to see a movie?”

You lean over the table and quickly kiss him. “Of course.”

He looks shocked but tries to play it cool. “Y-yeah. Great. Tomorrow after school?”

“Sounds perfect.”


The next day you are practically skipping out to the parking lot. You are unbelievably excited for your date with John. Sure, he acted like an ass in the past, but you can tell that he wouldn’t dream of hurting you.

Mr. Miranda pulls you out of your daze. “Miss (L/N), what’s got you all excited?”

You blush. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing.”

“You’re pretty excited about nothing.”

You blush even more. “Is that all you stopped me for?”

“Actually, I wanted to thank you. Mr. Laurens’s grades have started to improve greatly. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but keep it up.”

You smile. “I plan to.” You turn to meet John, but Mr. Miranda calls after you. “Also, I know it’s none of my business, but you need to be wary around him.” You quickly turn back.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of his reputation-” you nod- “I don’t want someone like you to be hurt.”

“What do you mean ‘someone like you’?”

“Just, you’ve been quicked out of quite a few schools. You’re incredibly brilliant, but you seem to have gone through more than your fair share of hardships . You don’t deserve to be hurt again.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself.

"I know you can.”

You head out to the parking lot a lot slower than you originally did, processing what Mr. Miranda said. You don’t get very far before you see John pinned against the lockers, kissing Martha. You can’t stop the tears that fall down your face. He sees you before you have the chance to leave. John chases you down the hall to the art wing.

“(Y/N),” he pants, “I promise. It wasn’t what it seemed.”

“Can it! I don’t want to hear the shitty 'she came onto me’ excuse! I should have listened when everyone told me you would do this!”

“But, it’s true. She did come onto me. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I care too much about you. I-I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. “Please, forgive me.”

You stay quiet for a moment. Even if he did kiss Martha, he felt awful about it. You lean up to kiss him. He’s a bit taken aback, but he wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. When you pull away,he asks if you still want to go to the movie. You giggle and kiss him once more before telling him that there was no way you weren’t going.

  • Person: Oh so you know that Harry Styles gu-
  • Me: Harry Styles? Like my son Harry Styles? The Harry Styles that grew up in Holmes Chapel and worked in a bakery? The Harry Styles who at just 16 auditioned for the X Factor and joined one of the most successful boy bands of all time? The Harry Styles who's in Christopher Nolan's wartime movie "Dunkirk"? The Harry Styles who, despite all his successes and accomplishments has continued to have a heart of gold, while pushing what it means to be a male through his fashion, personality and style, in the most artistic way that one has ever seen????
  • Person: ...
  • Me: Nope. Never heard of him why?
Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Two

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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Word Count: 5.1K

Please ignores & excuse any errors. I will fix them later! 

I let Jang Mi drive this time, while I sat in the passenger’s seat looking over the terms of our contract. Wow, they weren’t joking. It was a thick packet which spoke on how inappropriate pictures that would ruin their image must be destroyed. It also speaks on personal space and so on.

“Wow,” I mumbled, “These guys are a big deal aren’t they?” I was speaking to myself, but I didn’t miss Jang Mi snicker beside me.

“You finally get it huh? They are big deals! What’s even a bigger deal is that Sehun is interested in you. It’s only been 4 days since the party and he’s tried to reach out to you like 4 times.” Jang Mi’s eyes stayed on the road but her smile didn’t flatten.

“I just want to do my job,” I whined, “I didn’t expect them to want us to work so quickly. If anything, Mr. Oh had something to do with it.”

“He probably wants to see you again.” She stated. All I could do was roll my eyes. I read over the contract once more as Jang Mi pulled into the parking garage of the tall building that towered over us.

At the very top of the building it read ‘EXO Inc.’ in bold dark blue words. While Jang Mi searched for a parking space in the crowded area, I took the contracts, which we had already signed, and placed it into the folder, along with the extra copies we made. I grabbed the folder in one hand, taking my phone out of my pocket with the other.

I checked the time and saw that we were not running late. That’s a relief, but for some reason…I feel tense and uneasy. I sighed, before shoving my phone back into my pocket. 

I leaned back in my seat, watching as Jang Mi backed up into a small space on the second level of the garage. As she turned off the engine, she handed my key back to me. I took my seat belt off and opened the car door, stepping out. I closed the door before opening the door to the backseat.

Jang Mi did the same thing, and we both grabbed our backpacks with our gear. The pictures for today are commercial, so basically a photo shoot. I was looking at the contract, and it made me realize this isn’t a one step project. This could space out to a month or two.

 Jang Mi was excited, while I wasn’t sure how I felt. As I shoved my car keys into one of the smaller pockets of my backpack. After putting the bag over my shoulders I shut the door. I could hear Jang Mi groan she realized all the walking that would have to be done to get off the second floor of the parking garage.

Even though Jang Mi complained the whole way, we were soon in front of the tall building. Men and women in suits were entering and exiting the building at a fast rate, all of them looking stressed and tired. Ugh, I always knew work like this wasn’t for me.

Never thought Sehun would be part of something so big. I was hoping things would be like the movies. The bully ends up somewhere awful in life while the person he bullied is doing well. A part of that is true. I am doing well, he’s just doing…better.

He promised to explain why I’ve been an emotional mess around. I don’t know what to expect. It’s trauma, isn’t it? It’s probably trauma.

Still, in my mind, it’s a sick joke from God to have me cross paths with Sehun. I don’t care what he has to say to me, and I am not trying to make any lasting impressions. I don’t want a friendship out of this either. We strolled inside, ignoring the curious looks from the passing people.

 We entered the lobby which had a high ceiling. Half of the wall on our left was glass, giving a clear view of the people walking up to enter the building. Jang Mi looked at me for guidance and I simply nodded towards the front desk where 3 women sat, looking occupied with some documents.

We walked up to the desk, waiting for them to show us some sort of attention. They kept their eyes on the papers in front of them. I clenched my teeth as one of the women glanced up at us but made no effort to assist us.

It is eight in the morning, I am not going to put up with this.

“Excuse me,” I spoke a bit loudly. Still no response. I scoffed.

“Excuse me!” I yelled, this time hitting my hand on the desk. All three of them looked up, feigning fake surprise.

“Yes, ma’am?” The one with brown hair spoke.

“We have an appointment with Mr. Oh.” I stated our business, “Yet, we aren’t sure what floor or room we are supposed to be going to.”

The woman looked us up and down, clearly wondering what business we had with Mr. Oh. It’s not because of what we’re wearing, is it? I am pretty sure that we dressed well. I glanced down at my outfit. I wore navy blue straight legged pants, that almost seemed like the bottom to suits for women. I topped it off with a cherry red blouse and a blazer that matched my pants. My hair was pulled back, to keep it out my face.

My shoes were heels that Jang Mi convinced me to wear. She said we should look professional, which I agreed with. But, there was the one time I didn’t want to wear heels. Sehun might think I’m dressing to impress him, and that’s not the case.

“An appointment?” The female repeated.

I nodded, “We are the photographers from Moment. Y/N and Jang Mi.”

She typed something into the computer and looked back up with a strained smile, “Yes, it says so right here.”

After showing her our ID, she informed us of where we were to go. We walked to the elevator, lugging our gear with us. Jang Mi pressed the button and we stood there waiting. The elevator door opened many times, floods of people joining us and exiting the next stop. Once we got to the floor, we were meet by a hallway. The door directly across from the elevator was the door that we were supposed to enter.

I stepped out the elevator first, twisting the doorknob and opening it. I peeked my head in to see a photo shoot set up. The backdrop, the computer, the lights and all that. On the farther side of the room was a large curtain that was pushed back so I could see what was behind it.

There stood 3 women who seemed to be stylists because behind them were racks of clothes. Also, there were 3 people to assist us with the photos.

These guys went all out. The assistants and stylists all came to greet us. I was completely surprised. We all discussed what the goal of today was, along with what we need to do to work together well. Jang Mi and I started setting up everything. Luckily one of the assistants brought some super loud speakers. I plugged my phone in and set it on my regular photoshoot playlist.

Jang Mi and I began to set the cameras up, and putting the together. This time we brought about 4 camera bodies and 5 lenses, along with flashes and diffusers.

After getting the cameras set and connected with the computer, the only thing that was left was the subjects themselves. I started aimlessly walking around the big and spacious room. That tense feeling was still sitting on my shoulders. I suddenly noticed a table of food, that I swear wasn’t there before.

I grabbed a fork and used that to get a piece of melon from the big bowl of fruit salad. I just keep picking up the bits of fruit and eating them. I’m not sure how much I ate, but I was focused. That’s when I felt my shoulders relax and the tense and unsettling feeling disappeared. I exhaled, and it felt like I had been holding my breath this whole time.

What could it be? Is it…is he here? As If he heard my question, I felt a presence behind me.

“Wow, you love fruit don’t you?” He snickered. I spun around to see the almighty Oh Sehun standing there. He stood in a crisp suit that was missing a tie. His black hair was slicked back with a nice side part to it. He wore an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

“Fruit is delicious,” I mumbled before turning my back to him once again to get more fruit. He moved from behind him and was standing beside me this time.

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” He stated, taking a water bottle in his hand. I chewed and swallowed the piece of watermelon that was in my mouth

“Well, of course, lover boy, it wouldn’t be any fun if I just give in, now would it?” I teased. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were already on me. My heart was starting to race again, and it’s almost like he could tell. A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

“Y/N!” Jang Mi called, I turned around to see her standing there with a smirk on her lips and one of our cameras in her hands.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the flirting, but we need Mr. Oh for the photo shoot.” She giggled and the other men were standing behind the backdrop, chuckling along.

Sehun started walking forward, paying no mind to the teasing.

“We were not flirting. I was just eating fruit.” I answered, trailing behind the handsome business man.

“Oh, is that what kids call it these days?” She sneered. I playfully hit her shoulder as she laughed.

Jang Mi will be shooting for the group and pair photos, while I will work with the individuals. I stood at the computer as she took the shots. Damn, some of them are so stiff. After some shots, Jang Mi told them to stay where they are.

She walked over to me and nearly whispered, “How are we supposed to get rid of their cold image if they are taking photos like that?” I sighed, thinking for a moment.

Jang Mi is only supposed to be my assistant. I guess I’ll probably have to take over for this whole shoot. I assured her that it wouldn’t be too much work for me. She handed me the camera and I walked towards the men who stood there with serious looks on their faces.

I inhaled and exhaled.

“Okay,” I began, “We are trying to get rid of your stiff and cold image. To do that…you can’t look so stiff. Relax! Your shoulders are so tense and your smiles and so strained!”

All the men looked at me a bit confused. I guess that they are too used to just regular business photos. Their natural smiles at that party were s carefree, but when told to smile…it looks so rough. The only person

“Here, if I relax maybe you’ll relax,” I said. I gave the camera back to Jang Mi and took off the blazer I had on, revealing my short sleeve red blouse. I also took off my heels leaving me barefoot. I tossed the two things aside earning some chuckles from the men standing there.

I didn’t mess the way Sehun smirk. I walked towards the men, stopping for a moment.

“Is it okay if I fix your clothes a bit?” I glanced behind me at the stylists. They didn’t seem to care much so I moved forward. I started making adjustments to their outfits so they didn’t seem like stuffy businessmen. When I got to the last person, it was none other than Oh Sehun.

He stood there in a full suit. It was a lot different from the outfit he was wearing when we were standing by the food table. They also put this ugly green tie on him. I couldn’t stop my face from scrunching up as I stared at the ugly tie. He snickered at my reaction, causing me to realize I’ve been standing there gawking at him.

“Take off the suit jacket,” I ordered. I sounded out of breath as I spoke and I don’t know why.  This sort of feeling was bubbling up in my chest as I stood in front of him. He took off the suit jacket and handed it to me. I took it and tossed it to the side, making sure it wasn’t gonna be in the picture.

He stood there looking at me for more instruction. Wow, his shoulders are really broad.

Y/N, focus! I shook my head slightly as if shaking off the thoughts.

“Open some of the top buttons of your button up,” I said. He did so, opening the first few buttons of the white button. I also had him open the buttons on the wrists of the shirt, before folding and pushing up the sleeves a little bit to reveal some of his forearms.

I sighed before taking a step back to look at all the men in front of me.

“Much better,” I mumbled,

“I agree,” Minseok said, “This seems a lot better than those stuffy suits.”

I nodded, walking towards Jang Mi who had the camera held out to me. I took it in my hands and started taking the photos once again. Things were looking better. Their way of posing was pretty awkward at first, but then they started to chat among themselves as I shot the pictures. It comes off well. I captured the laughs and the interactions between them all. I couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Please Jun, stop with the bad jokes.” Jongdae groaned while Junmyeon laughed at his own jokes. He said another joke and busted out laughing while the others rolled their eyes. I made to sure to capture all those moments.

“Hyung, you’re not funny.” Sehun voiced scratching the back of his head.

“Oh please, I’m totally funny. Let’s ask Y/N. Y/N, are my jokes funny?” Everyone has focused on me once again. Although it was Junmyeon who asked the question, my eyes were on Sehun. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, waiting to hear my answer.

“I think the jokes are funny,” I answered honestly.

“See! Y/N thinks I’m funny!” He turned towards Sehun, who stood about 2 people away from him.

“Y/N also inhales fruit like it’s oxygen so maybe you both are just freaks,” Sehun replied, running his fingers through his hair.

I flinched at the word freak. I felt an uncomfortable ping in my chest. I tried to play it off.

“Hey,” I protested, “Fruit are delicious! There’s nothing wrong with that.” Although my retort was serious, Sehun gave that a smirk. That same smirk he showed in middle school and high school. While the others laughed at my protest, flashes of middle school Sehun appeared before me again. Those hateful eyes, which seemed to burn right through me.

“Oh please! I’ve never seen anyone inhale food like that. You gotta be some type of freak.” His tone was light. He was clearly teasing me and didn’t mean anything by it. But there it was. That word again.


As if it was a reflex, I took a few shaky steps back. The fear I used to feel back in those days was suddenly taking me into its grips.

“Ugh, it’s lens freak! Don’t get too close! She might rub off on you!”

“Lens freak!”

“Lens Freak!”

“Freak! Stay back!”

“Y/N?” Sehun’s voice was now drenched with concern. My grip on the camera tighten and my gaze met the floor as tears began to burn my eyes.

You can’t do this Y/N! Not here!

“Y/N?” This time it was a different voice. It was Jang Mi who stood behind me. I took a few more shaky steps back before bumping into Jang Mi who looked on with worried eyes.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up to meet the worrisome gazes of the nine men before me. I quickly wiped the tears that were brimming in my eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” I kept repeating. Ugh, this is so embarrassing.

“I think you should take a break. I’ll take the individual photos, so you just take a seat.” Jang Mi said taking the camera out of my hands. Before I could even protest, Sehun was walking towards me. He placed his hand on the small of my back, leading towards the further end of the room.

I was so shocked by his sudden concern. My eyes met Jang Mi’s, who was also confused. His touch isn’t bothering me like I was expecting. It’s sort of…comforting.

“Just have a seat.” He whispered into my ear. One of the stylists brought a chair near the food table. I sat down and sighed.

“I’m fine,” I argued, “My mind just wandered somewhere.”

“Where on earth does your mind wander for you to start crying like that? I’ve never seen someone look so scared in my whole life.” He sounded like a parent lecturing their child.

“Just stay there and eat all the fruit you want.” He instructed. My brows furrowed and I was starting to get a bit angry. I felt like he was ordering me around.

“Mr. Oh, I am feeling well, please don’t worry.”

“Well, I can’t help but worry.”

My eyes narrowed at him in confused, He stood towering above me, his hands in his pockets once again. His eyes stayed on me like he was worried I would get up and disappear.

“Why? Why are you so concerned when it comes to me?” My voice dropped to almost a low whisper. My eyes moved to the scene behind Sehun where the individual shoots began.

 It was Kyungsoo who was up. The other 6 men were walking towards the curtain placed in the back area of the room, so they could do outfit changes. Jang Mi was doing very well behind the camera now.

I looked back at Sehun. He took his hands out of his pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Y/N, I know things are confusing…but I will explain everything. I’m new to all this and I am not sure what to do. I have a meeting after this shoot. It’ll take about 2 hours. If we could meet up then, I’ll explain everything.” He said, looking down at me.

“We’ll be there too.” I looked to my left to see Jongin, one of Sehun’s brother that I haven’t heard speak much.

I looked between the two men before nodding, “Okay…I just want to figure this thing out so I can move on with my life.”

“Move on with your life?” Jongin questioned looking at Sehun for an explanation as if he would have one.

“I’ve made it clear to Mr. Oh that I do not wish to do more than business. I don’t have room in my life for anything other than my photography.” I said. I watched a strange expression come onto Jongin’s face. It almost looked like he was disappointed or even worried about something.

The rest of the shoot went pretty well. Both Sehun and Jang Mi refused to let me even touch the camera, so I watched on. I gave Jang Mi a few pointers, but that was really all I could do. It finally came to the last individual shoot, which was Sehun’s.

I took a seat near the food table as Sehun did his shoot. Of course, we met eyes every once in awhile.

“Y/N.” Someone called me. I looked towards the voice to see Chanyeol and Baekhyun standing in their suits once again. It’s like every time I make eye contact with them, flashes of middle school show up in my mind.

I showed them a strained smile before looking towards the photo shoot.

“Have you worked for us in the past?” Baekhyun suddenly questioned.

“No, why?”

“It seems like you have such a dislike for Sehun. From the moment you met him, so I was wondering if you’ve worked for him in the past? Maybe he said something to get on your bad side?”

I shook my head, “That’s not possible.”

Chanyeol nodded and agreed with my words, “You’re right it’s not possible. Cause if you had met before, he would have already mat-”

“–But anyways,” Baekhyun spoke urgently, “We have to head back to work. We are looking forward to working with you. We hope this project turns out well.”

After the shoot ended, Sehun changed back into his suit while I helped pack up some things. Jang Mi and I started putting our camera gear away.

“Let’s stop by the tech place a bit, After I drop you home, I’ll have to come back here,” I explained.

“You’ll have to come back here?” She raised an eyebrow at me. A knowing smile appeared on her lips and all I could do was roll my eyes.

“I have some things to discuss with Mr. Oh.” I tried to add casually.

She spotted what she was doing to grin, “You got some things to discuss? Sounds steamy. Is he gonna bend you over his desk and have his way with you?”

I opened my mouth to shut her down but someone from behind beat me to it.

“It’s a bit too early for that don’t you think?” I spun around, totally horrified.

“Those were her words, not mine! I am not expecting to be bent over your desk.” My words jumbled together and my face was growing hot.

“It’s fine,” Sehun assured me, “I just wanted to say goodbye before going.”

My eyebrows shot up at the almost shy man in front of me. Are we really sure this is Oh Sehun?

“Oh,” the surprise who clear in my voice, “okay. I will see you later.”

He nodded, before saying a small goodbye to Jang Mi and leaving the room.

“Wow, he is smitten with you.” Jang Mi said, “he’s like the heart eyes emoji every time he sees you.”

“I guess so.”

“I think you should give him a chance. At least get to know him, and if you don’t like him then let him down easy.” Jang Mi suggested. I bit my lip as I thought. He seems like a different person now, but I don’t think it’s healthy for my wellbeing to be around him. He brings up too many memories from the past.

Despite that, something in me has an urge to be near him. It feels like I’m having some type of internal battle.

“What am I getting myself into?” I said as the elevator doors open. This is the highest floor which has the lounge for the CEO of the company. When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by a tall bulky man who seemed to be security.

“Y/N, they have been waiting for you. Please follow me.” He spoke in a deep and booming voice. He started walking down a hallway with dark gray walls and beautiful lights that led the way. It was pretty dim and reminded me of the hallways in a bar or club. There were multiple rooms we passed in the hallway, but soon the hallway came to a big open area with couches, a big flat screen TV, and a bar. There the 9 men talking and chatting.

My eyes found Sehun right away. He stood near the furthest wall, which was basically a big window looking over the sunset.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol said as I walked in. The guard left, leaving me to fend for myself. Sehun who’s back was to me, spun around when Chanyeol said my name.

He smiled, and I returned the gesture.

“So,” I feel a bit awkward, “you said you were gonna explain some things?”

“Yeah, of course.” He said before taking a seat on one of the couches. I walked over, sitting down next to him, but leaving as much space as I could without drawing attention to it.

“So umm…” Sehun started, “please have an opened mind, it may seem like a bit much.” I nodded my head, wondering what this could be about. I looked around at Sehun’s brothers and realized they were all watching me closely, maybe watching for my reaction? They all seemed very serious as well.

The atmosphere was so tense I laughed to ease it, “Come on, just tell me! You guys are freaking me out.”

Sehun sighed, “We are wolves.”

I blinked at him a bit confused, “Wolves? Wolves when it comes to business?”

Sehun shook his head, “No, we’re actual wolves.”

My brows furrowed as I tried to understand what he was saying, “Like you shift into wolves when there’s a full moon?”

Sehun snickered, “Not during full moons, but yes.”

I chuckled, “Are you being serious? Wolves? Really?”

Everyone in the room nodded, not a single trace of a laugh on their face. They’re serious. Should I just play along with this? Yet, if it’s a joke…why does it feel like I’m accepting it so easily?

I sat there trying to piece my scattered thoughts, “O-okay…what kind of wolves are we talking about? Like Teen Wolf type of wolves or big Twilight type of wolves?”

Sehun cocked his head to the side at my question, “I would say the Twilight type?”

I’m pretty sure my jaw had dropped as I stared at him. A wolf? Really? Is this some type of joke. As much as I wanted to leave, I wanted to know what this had to do with me.

“Every wolf has a mate. A wolf’s mate is someone who he is destined to be with. Their love and bond is something humans probably could never even understand. A wolf knows his mate the second he lays eyes on her. She becomes his everything and someone he’s set to protect.” Minseok said from the couch across from me.

“Okay…” I spoke slowly, “what does that have to do with me?” I asked. The room became that awkwardly quiet again. My eyes moved to Sehun who’s eyes were already answering my question. I looked towards the others, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.

“No, no, no. Please don’t tell me, I’m Sehun’s…mate?? That’s not possible. You guys are wolves, okay great, cool. But I’m not Sehun’s mate. There must be a mistake.”

Sehun shook his head, “There’s no mistake Y/N.”

“I thought I made it very clear that I don’t want any type of relationship with you. I don’t even want a friendship.” I exclaimed.

“I made that very clear, and now you’re telling me I’m his mate? Am I destined to be with him? I don’t believe any of this!”

This doesn’t make any sense? He made my life a living hell in my teenage years…was I his mate then? If I was his mate why would he treat me that way?

The room was silent, so I decided to speak again since no one was offering words. Their eyes stayed on me as I thought things through.

“Have you been a wolf your whole life?” I looked at Sehun with pointed eyes.

I saw a flash of hope in his eyes since I was showing interest.

“Well, I knew I was going to become a wolf when I was younger. All of the pack were there as I was growing up…I didn’t have my first transformation till my junior year of high school.” He admitted.

“He’s what we call a late bloomer.” Jongin joke, causing Sehun to roll his eyes.

My eyes focused on my hands again. As much as I don’t want to believe this wolf thing…nothing in me feels like it’s a lie. They’re wolves…okay, but being his mate? That can’t be!

“So that explains all the weird emotions I get around you?” I asked softly.

He nodded, “Yes, that happens. Along with the desire to be near each other and the desire to touch each other. That’s also why there is a sense of relief around each other.”

My eyes stayed on my hands in my lap.

This mate thing can’t be that serious right? If I reject him…it won’t be that big of a deal. Then again, the way he spoke about the mate being a wolf’s everything sounds intense. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t have him in my life!

I shot up from my seat, standing on my feet. Sehun stood up also, looking on in confusion and fear.

“Y/N, whatever I did to make you dislike me, to the point that you don’t even want to be friends, I am sorry I apologize. Please don’t leave.” Sehun said.

“It’s nothing you did,” I lied, “I just don’t have room for other relationships in my life. Plus all this is a bit much don’t you think?” I turned around to leave.

“What about tense and stressed you feel when I’m not around?” Sehun started. I stopped walking as he spoke.

“The urge to be close to me, and the urge to touch me…those weren’t in your head you know? If you didn’t feel any of those things then look me in the eyes and tell me. I’ll leave you alone after that.” He requested.

I turned around to face him, and his brows were furrowed as he watched me. Rather than replying to his statement, I sighed.

“I need time. I need time to think. After I think a bit, I’ll come to you and let you know where I am with all this. Till then, please leave alone okay?” With those words, I spun around to walk away but a wave a dizziness suddenly hit me. I stumbled a bit. My hand went up to my forehead, cause my head was starting to ache.

“Y/N? Y/N, just sit down for a bit.” Sehun said. He set a hand on the small of my back and his other hand held mine as I tried to gain my balance. The room began to spin even more, and then I felt myself falling back slightly. I was caught right away, as someone frantically called my name.

“Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong? are you okay?” That sounded like Sehun.

“Maybe she’s tired, or she worked too hard at the photo shoot?” That sounded like Junmyeon. I slowly began to lose consciousness, the voices around fading away.

The last thing I heard was concerned voices calling out to me, and the shuffling of people moving around me.


boring - Ian (nsfw)

A story that’s been sitting in the drafts for a while. Might as well post it.


Multiple giggles resonated throughout the Jeep and it was music to his ears. Ian closes his eyes and listens to every sound you make, his fingers continuing to tickle your sides. He leans over to you, pressing his lips at the base of your neck and starting to lightly suck. A sharp intake of air passes through your lips at the contact, a familiar and welcomed warmth gathering between your legs as his teeth not so softly grazes the skin. His hand now rests on your hips, fingers grabbing your shirt and moving inch by inch underneath it while he strategically distracted you with his kisses. You whine in dismay as he moves upwards to your jaw line, your eyes hazily trying to focus on the screen in front of you. This is what you drove here for: the actual movie that was playing and paid for, not for anything else he might’ve planned. At least that’s what you believed until his hand got a little bit too naughty and started to rub in a suggestive manner, up and down, veeerrry slowly. Even if he was pretending to be interested in what was going on in the movie, that spark in his eyes was far from being innocent. Ian might think he was clever in hiding his intention from you, but you carefully examine him whenever he wasn’t looking. You discovered most of his habits, his hidden intentions…

And that look of his told you everything you needed to know.    

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There is defiantly a problem with the fantasy genre not casting a lot of people of color in general, especially women of color. We can see this recently with the movie Doctor Strange with the casting of Tilda Swinton. That’s a bit of white washing when they could have casted a perfectly capable asian actress. I have nothing against Tilda Swinton(brilliant actress) but seriously? Really, I do believe they are getting better with casting as we can see with Star Wars but there is still a long way to go. Also, this is just not a problem in the fantasy genre alone but with movies in general. 

Then the problem of having just strong female characters is just like ugh. Seriously, when people think of a “strong” female character it’s like the traits they have are INHERENTLY MASCULINE. It’s annoying as f**k. 

There was a person who reblogged my recent rant about what some people who think poorly of Sarah’s character. Sarah’s feminine features are the advantage in Labyrinth. That’s why I love the character Sarah soooo much because she’s rare in the fantasy genre, and in general. 

So, yeah I get it. We are all frustrated. We just have to be vocal about it like what we are doing right now and support the movies, books, etc… that do this. 

Seeing Kai’s face in the movie when Kei rips his own throat with no hesitation at all made me wonder just how much powerless and useless Kai must have felt every time Kei had to die in order to survive. I bet he’s the self-deprecating type who always thinks it’s his duty to protect him. Even when Kei pushes him aside and leaves him alone. He never asked for anything more than Kei being happy on his own terms. He never complained to him whenever he was left behind. He just sucked it up and kept his smile on (and his smiling earrings) just waiting for the moment Kei would ask again for his help (as he was already packing the bag when Kei called. He knew Kei would eventually need him from time to time and he just waited for those times.)
So their relationship is really fucked up: Kai would gladly just stay behind and be the one who gets hurt (Kaneki much, anyone? ugh) if that means he can protect Kei and make him happy that way, right?
Well, now picture how crushing must be the feeling he gets every time Kei’s heart stops DESPITE ALL THAT. Even though he always wakes up. Kei is human in Kai’s eyes, but that only means Kai always pictures him never waking up again ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
  • Olim: how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
  • Bells of Notre Dame: HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
  • Out There: Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 1: I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
  • Rest and Recreation: Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
  • Rhythm of the Tambourine: oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 2: I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
  • Into Notre Dame: I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
  • God Help the Outcasts: WOW.
  • Top of the World: Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
  • Tavern Song: These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
  • Heaven's Light: Someone please hug Quasi
  • Esmeralda: why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
  • Flight into Egypt: the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
  • The Court of Miracles: this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
  • In a Place of Miracles: Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
  • Justice in Paris: well that escalated quickly.
  • Someday: I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
  • While the City Slumbered: Not entirely sure that needed its own track
  • Made of Stone: DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
  • Finale: YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;

anonymous asked:

honestly i blame the russo brothers for all the hate that sharon and emily get. First in TWS sharon was supposed to be the female lead (and we know how markus and mcfeely love sharon carter bc they kept talking about her) and the news are already everywhere! then the russos insist on black widow being the female lead. That said, we get natasha with sharon's persona and we don't get a chance to know sharon better. (cont)

(cont) Second in CW it was way too obvious that sharon was supposed to have a bigger role. She was even supposed to be in the airport battle with the concept art and stuff. Again, the russos, remove some sharon’s part from the scriptexchange sharon with wanda which i dont mind but why cant just add wanda without removing sharon? (this is typical superhero movie i’m against like they can’t have many women steal the dudes spotlight ugh) (cont)

(cont) wanda and natasha dont appear that much in the airport battle which i’m pissed very much like we have already had enough dude as superheroes… Also the fact that most of team cap doesn’t appreciate emily that much (beside anthony mackie and jeremy renner) but team ironman like robert downey, don cheadle, ect are so welcoming to emily and support her so much lol so yeah conclusion i hate the russos for keep exchanging/reducing sharon and other woman roles

I ghostwrote this message.

I don’t trust the Russos. They, like every other Marvel director, are one-hit wonders, since everyone assumes that The Winter Soldier is still the best Marvel movie – it’s one of the better ones, and I’ll admit it’s the best Marvel sequel to date, but it’s not the best in the line-up. And Markus and McFeely? They couldn’t write Peggy, they could barely write Natasha, and they don’t know what to do with the other women. It’s either adequate writing or adequate screen time. No woman in the MCU that those four men have put in a movie has both.

The two movies these men have done? They only have three things that can hold up: great characters, great acting, great chemistry. Nothing else. Their flimsy plots and write-off villains and characters – they’re getting credit for things they can’t do. And one of their biggest weaknesses, like you said, is how they handle the women.

I’m not looking forward to the Infinity Wars. The only thing that would give me any happiness towards it is if I heard someone else was at the helm. You know that all the women are gonna be screwed over from the first second.

-Mod R