#(aside from the fact that sam was probably joking that time)
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Sam, getting to know Dean in season 1.
#was there even anything he knew about dean. like...#i wonder if it's because dean has changed a lot during the four years they were apart#or if sam was too young/immature to actually see dean past his exterior before stanford#probably a mix of both. but it's so interesting because the idea he had of him doesn't have anything to do with the actual dean!!#sam winchester#dean winchester#supernatural#spn season 1#corespnedit#.anna#also psst this is why it's dumb to call dean a creep just because sam once implied that dean would sleep with minors#like sam at times tends to see him as worse than he is!#like when he can't believe dean actually loved cassie or cares about saving a kid's life#so - don't trust too much what he says about him#in particular because all of the women dean actually slept with were roughly the same age as him or older#(aside from the fact that sam was probably joking that time)
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good morning
pairing: dean winchester x reader
CONTENT: smut! MDNI! showering together, slow foreplay, shower sex, unprotected p in v (the real evil), manhandling, overstimulation, aftercare, reader kind of has a strength kink lol
word count: 3.2k (est reading time 12 mins.)
A/N: and so, my foray into being a slut online begins. can be read as a sequel to "nightmares."
You wake slowly, Dean's warmth at your back, his arm curled around you and his hand by your face.
Careful not to disturb him, you reach up with your free hand and rub the sleep from your eyes. You look around the room sleepily. The sun is shining through the thin curtains, casting wavy patterns on Sam's empty bed. You crane your neck to see the clock on the nightstand.
It's 1 p.m. You've slept in big time, but god knows you needed it.
Dean stirs behind you, inhaling deeply. His arm leaves your torso and you hear him run his hand down his face, scratching against his stubble. "What time is it?" he asks hoarsely, hand dropping back down to your waist.
You wriggle around to face him. "One."
His eyebrows shoot up momentarily in surprise. "Sleep okay?" he asks, face softening.
"Yeah," you answer, hoping he doesn't tease you about the fact that the first time you've slept well in months was because he was with you.
Dean sits up and leans on his elbow, looking over you to where Sam should have been. "Know where he went?" he asks, jutting his chin in the direction of Sam's stuff.
"He was gone when I woke up." You sit up and reach for your phone, checking for a message from Sam. Dean does the same. Your eyes meet expectantly, and finding no confirmation in the other's, you both toss your phones down on the bed.
"Probably went to lunch," you offer. "Anyway, I need to take a shower." You toss aside the covers, swinging your feet down to the orange shag carpet.
"Without me?" Dean teases, flirty as usual. He's probably joking, but-
"If you don't get up," you say coolly back to him with a smirk.
His eyes glimmer as he realizes you're serious. You turn and saunter into the bathroom, closing the door and undressing, fully expecting him to follow you. Sure enough, moments later, he opens the door, already shirtless, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.
Waiting for him.
Dean sucks in a breath between his teeth, looking you up and down appreciatively. He steps fully into the bathroom, slowly pushing the door shut behind him. Then he advances on you.
He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him roughly, smashing his lips to yours, gently squeezing the flesh at your hip. His other hand travels up your back, eventually finding purchase in the hair at the nape of your neck.
You respond with equal fervor, gripping onto the back of his shoulders and opening your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. You make a small noise as his tongue invades your mouth, feeling every corner, swirling around your own tongue until you finally have to break away for a breath.
"Fuck," he whispers. You grin mischievously and twirl away from him, stepping into the small, square shower and whipping the curtain closed. You turn the water on, standing just out of its flow, waiting for it to warm up as you listen to him frenziedly ripping the rest of his clothes off.
The curtain rips open and closed again, and suddenly Dean is flipping you around and pushing you against the cold wall of the shower, one hand catching your head so it wouldn't hit the tile, the other circling around your wrist and pressing it up by your head.
You blink, only having a moment to scan his chiseled body before his lips are on yours again, tasting you hungrily. You let out a muffled moan, surprised by his ferocity. It was like he had been waiting for this and wasn't going to waste a single moment of it.
Dean pulls away slightly, looking down at you with dark eyes. Warm water drips down from his hair to your face. He looks so... pornographic.
You giggle, placing your free hand against his chest and holding him back a little. "I really do have to shower," you say, looking up at him with the most innocent eyes you can muster while your head is filled with the most obscene thoughts you've had in a while.
An idea flashes through his eyes, and his mouth slowly turns up in a smirk. "Okay...." Dean reaches behind you to the soap ledge, caging you against the wall with his body as he grabs your shampoo and hands it to you, finally letting you away from the wall.
You empty a quarter sized drop into your hands, turning your back to him and facing the shower head as you lather the shampoo in your hands and begin massaging it into your scalp slowly, trying to be as lascivious as possible.
He sucks in a breath behind you, probably checking out your ass, you think to yourself, smirking. Then you feel his hands on your hair, replacing your hands in working the soap into your hair thoroughly. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his fingernails lightly scratching your scalp as he massages your head. You close your eyes, tilt your head back and sigh, leaning into his hands as they make their way from the top of your head to the base of your skull, thumbs rubbing your neck.
Dean turns you around gently, and you open your eyes to see him smiling as he pushes your head under the water to rinse your hair. He holds your face at an angle where the water won't get in your eyes and leans down to kiss you, softer than before but no less passionate. You smile against his lips. He's a much sweeter lover than you expected, given his tough-guy aura.
You decide to take matters into your own hands and grab the soap bar from the ledge, lathering it vigorously in your hands before putting it down again. Instead of rubbing the soap on yourself, you bring your hands to Dean's chest, laving the foamy suds into his skin. You make eye contact with him and almost gasp at the expression on his face; dark, lustful, and animalistic.
Your fingers skate over his tattoo, down to the hard ridges of his abs, around to his back and up again to his shoulders, finally pulling him down by his neck to kiss him again, which he seems more than happy to do. When he breaks away, he returns the favor, rubbing soap first on your shoulders, then down your arms.
Dean's hands leave you for a moment , seeming to consider the canvas before him. You watch his face as he regards you with lust, fingers gliding through the valley of your breasts, then finally both hands come to rest on your breasts, gently kneading the flesh. You bite your lip to suppress the moan that rises to your throat. It was almost embarrassing how aroused he was making you.
He turns you both around, trading places so that he's under the water, and you shiver from the loss of heat. He kisses you quickly and then spins you around and begins massaging your shoulders erotically with his soapy hands. You get the feeling he's taking his sweet time on purpose, teasing you with your simultaneous desire to get clean and also get fucked.
His hands come around to your front, once again gripping your breasts momentarily. This time they are not his goal. He runs his hands down your front, smoothing down your stomach. A wave of arousal courses through you as you realize where he's going.
One hand stops on your hip, and the other keeps going, down to your mound, threading his fingers through the hair there, middle finger coming to rest firmly against your clit. He closes the distance between you, dipping his head down to kiss and suck at the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. You finally feel his hard length pressing into your back and gasp at the contact.
You feel Dean smile against your neck. He nips at your shoulder, hand briefly leaving your sex to rinse the soap from his hand, then returning. He dips his finger lower, collecting your arousal and bringing it back up to slowly rub circles around your clit. You finally allow yourself to moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he murmurs in your ear, the first words spoken since he first got in with you. The pressure on your clit increases as Dean continues to kiss and suck hickeys into your neck. Sam will definitely see those later and be suspicious, but that's a problem for future you.
"God, Dean," you moan. His index finger joins his middle, once again dipping down to your center to lube his fingers in you. The hand on your hip moves under your breasts to grip you tightly against his chest, and suddenly he starts rubbing your clit harder, faster, using his whole arm. Your knees buckle and you cry out, his arm across your chest the only thing keeping you from collapsing as your pleasure suddenly skyrockets. He chuckles against your neck, clearly proud of himself.
His fingers slide down to your entrance, and you moan again as his middle finger easily slips inside you, curling back and forth roughly. A second finger joins in a moment, and the power ravaging your insides doubles. You can't hold you moans back any more.
"Please," you pant, pushing back against his hard body. "Dean, please, please!"
"Please what?" he groans as you press against his hard cock.
"Please fuck me," you answer breathlessly.
"How about you come for me first?" he counters, fingers leaving your pussy. You whimper at the emptiness, your whine becoming one of pleasure as he doubles down his efforts on your clit. The water quickly washes your arousal from his fingers, making his ministrations turn rough, adding a sweet pain to the pleasure.
Dean huffs with exertion, warm breath fanning your ear. His hand doesn't slow, and you start squirming in his arms, still held firm. His name falls from your lips in a constant string of validations. That familiar knot begins to tighten in you. You tense in his arms as you clench tightly around nothing, his fingers ceaselessly propelling you up and up and up-
"Dean!" you cry out as you cum hard and fast. "Dean, fuckfuckfuck-" His fingers don't slow down, working you through and over your orgasm until you're unsuccessfully struggling against his strong arms to escape the overstimulation, your fingers scrabbling against his wrist, trying to pull him away.
Finally, his fingers slow, gently massaging the remnants of your orgasm away. When he stops, you're like a ragdoll in his arms breathing heavily and whimpering. His other arm comes up to help support you until you can stand again.
"Jesus fucking Christ," you breathe finally. Dean laughs, one hand leaving your waist. You hear the creak of the faucet as he turns the water off. You turn around, protesting.
"But wait-"
He interrupts you, pressing a finger against your lips. "Shhh."
"You didn't-" you try again.
"I'm not fucking you in a shower, Y/N," Dean says, a sinful twinkle in his eye. He pulls aside the shower curtain, helping you out and handing you a towel. You wrap it tightly around your shoulders, huddling into it as Dean goes and peeks out the door.
"We're still alone," he says slyly, eyebrow cocking. You pause mid-squeezing water out of your hair.
You are really about to have sex with Dean. Properly, in a bed. You shiver with excitement, imagining how he could make you feel when he has all his resources available.
He walks back to you and takes the towel from your hands, quickly rubbing his hair with it and dropping it to the ground. He encircles your waist with his arms and says, "Jump."
You do, and Dean scoops you up into his arms. He opens the door and your mind wanders to dirtier places when you realize he's strong enough to carry you with one arm. He carries you out into the room and tosses you on the bed like it's nothing, earning a squeak and a string of giggles from you.
He gives you that rakish half-smile of his and crawls up the bed to hover over you. He drops down to support himself on his elbows and kisses you, and you gasp slightly when you feel his cock hit your clit, causing him to break the kiss and smirk at you.
You gaze up at him and your pussy throbs. You couldn't wait anymore. "Dean," you breathe.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me already."
He grins even wider. "Yes, ma'am," he says with a tilt of his head. He sits back on his knees between your legs, slipping two fingers inside you.
"So wet for me," he groans.
You gasp as he scissors his fingers until he can add a third, slowly pumping them in and out of you teasingly.
"Dean! A-ah-" you try to scold, but your voice breaks into a moan as he twists his fingers inside you.
"So impatient," he says, smiling wickedly and drawing his fingers out ever-so-slowly. You whine and pout at him.
He grips your thighs, your slick drying against your skin as he pushes your legs up to your chest. One hand reaches down to pump his cock, and you shiver in anticipation, watching as a bead of precum leaks out of his tip. He lets go and leans over you, tapping his cock against your cum-soaked pussy. He strokes himself in your slick, reveling in how wet you are for him.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts," Dean whispers, and finally, finally you feel the head of his cock push into you. Your mouth falls open in satisfaction. He slowly presses into you, his cock stretching your walls just right. You whine at the stinging pleasure.
He sinks impossibly deeper, letting out a deep groan as you suck him into your warmth. At last, he bottoms out and leans down to capture your open mouth in a kiss, licking into your mouth as your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his back.
"Fuuuuck," you say, breaking away from the kiss and looking deeply into his eyes. "Move."
Dean grins and slowly draws out of you before slamming back in. You moan encouragingly, spurring him on to pull almost completely out and slam back in several more times, settling into a brutal pace immediately, making your legs fall and your hands fly into the sheets to grip them tightly.
There's the roughness you were expecting. You gasp euphorically, reveling in the way his fingers bruise into your hips and his cock abuses your cunt.
Dean's cock pistons in and out of you. Each time he touches down it sends a shock of pleasure through your core, his thrusts hitting your clit. You throw your head back against the pillow, hands leaving the sheets to grab his shoulders, your fingernails digging half-moons into his skin and making him groan.
He throws your leg over his shoulder, and shoves a pillow under your hips, reaching a spot deep inside you that you didn't believe existed until now. Your back arches, your other leg trying to push you impossibly closer to him.
"Fuck, baby," Dean moans, dropping down to press his forehead to yours, breathing heavily as he fucks into you. "Feel so good."
You moan your agreement, hand sliding up his neck to pull his lips to yours. His thrusts slow as he gets distracted by your kiss, savoring your lips and the way you gasp into his mouth. You whimper and buck your hips against his, urging him on.
He thrusts into you with renewed vigor, and you start to feel your core tighten again. His tip hits your g-spot over and over, driving you towards your second orgasm.
"God- Dean- I'm gonna-" you gasp, speech failing you as your eyes roll back into your head, lost in the way he makes you feel.
"Come on, baby," he chants, panting at the way you clench around him. One of his hands finds its way to your clit, aiding his cock in pushing you over the edge. "Come on, come on. Come for me."
You whine at Dean's encouragement.
"Wanna feel you come all over my cock," he grunts desperately, burying his face in your neck. "M'close."
Your orgasm finally crashes over you, your pussy gripping him tightly and making it hard for him to pull out as far as he was before. You scream his name, toes curling and fingernails scraping down his back. Your second orgasm lasts longer than your first, almost making you forget to breathe as your vision goes black from your eyes rolling so far back.
Dean yanks one of your hands down from his back, tangling his fingers with yours and pressing your hand into the mattress. "Fuck- god that feels good!"
He raises his head from your neck, finding your eyes frantically. "I'm gonna come, baby, where do you want it?" he pants, thrusts stuttering, his grip on your hand like a vice.
"Stomach," you choke out, riding your high on his cock. He gives three more powerful thrusts, then pulls out, leaving you painfully empty. He pumps his cock over you once, twice, and then he's cumming all over you, practically growling as spurts of his spend land on your breasts, your stomach, and pool in the valley there.
Dean hovers over you for a moment, admiring the way you look covered in him. The look he gives you is one of pure lust as he dips down to kiss you from above one last time.
Collapsing beside you, he groans deeply. "Fuck." He turns his head to look at you and smiles naughtily. "You look so good, all fucked out for me."
His words induce a moan in you, still breathing heavily from your orgasm. Dean snickers and rolls off the bed, padding into the bathroom. You hear the water running and then he's back, cleaning you up gently with a warm cloth. You whine sensitively as he wipes down your slit, collecting bodily fluids from the both of you.
You watch and hum contentedly as he leans down to your stomach, leaving kisses behind the trail of the cloth. When he goes to rinse the cloth and comes back, you still haven't moved.
"Rocked your world that hard, huh?" he teases, perching on the edge of the bed, boxers replaced.
"Uh-huh," you breathe, eyes affixed to the ceiling, dazed.
Dean laughs. "Did I fuck the words right out of you?"
You blush furiously.
"Come on, baby," he says, lifting you upright. You're like putty in his arms, overexaggerating how weak he's made you so that he'll hold you up. "You gotta drink some water and use the toilet."
"Don't want a UTI," you agree, almost slurring your words. He pulls you against his shoulder and strokes your hair. He grabs his water bottle from the nightstand, unscrews the lid and holds it to your lips.
"Ten sips," Dean instructs. You sip obediently, melting at the way he's taking care of you, petting your hair and making sure you're hydrated.
"Tell me when you can stand."
dividers by @cafekitsune
#supernatural fanfiction#spn fanfic#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester smut#supernatural smut#spn smut#userwraith
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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 5
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Pt.5 (tws; mention of unhealthy eating habits,)
Danny let out a long sigh as he stood up, cursing whatever gods decided to mess with his life. He had just gotten comfortable too! He was in the zone, productive, then this.
“Terry, if you two so much as touch my bed I will kill you.” His roomate, Terry, had just come in loud and boisterous as always, rambling about how Danny had to leave for the night, again. Ancients what was with this guy.
“Yeah, yeah dude I got it, don't touch your shit. Now could you please hurry? She’ll be here in like 2 minutes,” Terry said as Danny, grumpily, shoved books in his backpack.
“You,” Danny pointed at a finger at him, “Have a problem.”
“Uh huh, now move. Come on vamanos,” he replied, ushering Danny through the door.
“And you owe me,”
“Mhhm,” and the door shut in his face. Great. Now he has to find somewhere to stay for the night, preferably without getting mugged. It had been almost two weeks since his terrible awful horrible day featuring the Joker, Red Hood, and a very hangry seagull, and nothing too out of the ordinary had happened. Well, aside from the fact that Danny was being stalked by an ex-crime lord turned vigilante.
Some would say he’s being paranoid and that would probably be fair, Danny had nothing to go off of save for an unsettling feeling of being watched, and the occasional hum of a muffled core. But it was so clearly the hooded man who had taken him for burgers not two weeks ago. It didn’t really matter that much, he just had to keep a lid on his ghostliness is all, but being watched like that was still unsettling.
Regardless, Danny hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder and headed down the hall, he’d probably find a coffee shop or library or something to study in. Classes had only been in session for about a week and a half but the ghost was already swamped with homework. Well that’s what he gets for dumping all his required classes into the first semester.
A brightly colored blur moved in his peripheral vision as he entered a quaint shop. Danny had found this place roughly ten days ago while hunting for some decent espresso. The coffee shop stayed open until eleven at night, one might figure how that would attract coffee addicted insomniacs, as such, Danny had visited this shop every evening usually around 8. So it was a bit of a surprise to see him settling into a nook at 4 in the afternoon. Once Danny was thoroughly satisfied with his setup, he went to order.
“Hey Danny!” Anne greeted from behind the counter, she was busy tying an apron around her waist but gave a small wave anyway, giving a slight nod, “Aren’t you here a bit early? You're usually my closing customer, not my opening,” she joked.
“Yeah, well my roommate kind of kicked me out,so here I am,” They said, smiling as they gestured to themself and the shop at large.
“You want your usual?” she asked, hand poised over the tablet at the register. Their usual was 8 shots of espresso with, what sam called, ‘an ungodly amount of sweet cream and chocolate.’
But at 4 o’clock Danny figured they’d get an early dinner/late lunch instead.
“Actually I’ll have a hot chocolate, dark, with extra cream,” they said grinning, “Oh and add some caramel.”
Anne raised one eyebrow, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she held back a small chuckle, “Anything else? Food maybe? You look like you haven’t eaten,” and, well, maybe that was true, when was the last time they’d eaten? 6 am maybe? They had a bagel.
“Uuuuuummmmm,” Danny’s eyes scanned the board on the wall behind Anne, “Surprise me? Something with chocolate,” They said. Anne smirked.
“You got it, give me one moment,” Danny moved to the side as she began work on their order. The shop was quiet, save for the loud whirring of the various machines behind the bar. There were a few patrons scattered around, engrossed in their own devices. Which made it all the more noticable, to Danny apparently as no one else seemed to bat an eye, when a scruffy, black haired teenager dressed in red and black stumbled in.
Red Robin’s eyes swept the small shop for a moment before he started moving toward the counter.
“Hey RR, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Anne called from her place at the espresso machine. Danny just stared, mouth probably hanging wide open. Why was Red Robin at their favorite coffee place? And why was everyone here so chill with it?
Danny was pulled from their wondering when Anne deposited their hot chocolate and some coffee cake next to them. They took the food but didn’t move from their place. Seriously? Danny knew plenty of superheroes/ vigilantes (Okay maybe only like two but that's semantics) They should be acting cool about this. But it was just so strange. Maybe this is how Amity Parkers felt whenever they had to watch Phantom have a screaming match with a faulty vending machine, or Red Huntress and Phantom sharing a burger whilst covered head to toe in ectoplasm.
“Your regular five o’clock death wish?” Anne asked, already typing the order into the register, not even looking up when Red Robin nodded. Ancients, did that kid look tired. It was hard to tell with the mask, but he couldn’t have been more than 17. No 17 year old had the right to have such a weary look to their eyes at only 5 in the afternoon. Danny should know, they had sported the same look at his age.
And wasn’t that a thought.
Anne handed off the DeathWish to RR who immediately took a very long drink. Danny was surprised the kid hadn’t chugged it all in one go. He thanked Anne, paid and disappeared out the door, curling himself around the coffee all the while, like it was a precious artifact or something.
“Was that Red Robin?”
“Mhhhm,” Anne replied, “He comes in here before patrol every once in a while. Treats coffee like a lifeline. He’s addicted if you ask me. Once, he ordered three Death Wishes in one sitting. I asked if he was sharing and he just stared at me with dead eyes.”
“oh. Well that’s… something.” Danny said, moving back to his study nook. And Danny thought they were obsessed with coffee. But three death wishes? Three??? At once????? This city's vigilantes were all batshit insane. They'd have to talk to Lady Gotham about her taste in knights.
“You’re telling me,” She snorted. As Danny returned to his English homework. God why did it have to be English homework. Well at least he had chocolate.
About two hours later, Danny almost spit out their coffee when Red Robin came back for more.
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Notes; Ahhhhhhh, just a little blrb. I was gonna do more but then I didn't feel like it, so have this little encounter while I think of ways to work civilian Jason into Danny’s life.
And If you think I’m projecting my chocolate addiction onto Danny than you are absolutely right.
I Love Comments! I love reblogs! I read them all and they fuel my willpower to write more!
Uuuh dont know what else to say sooo… *Throws glitter and scampers away*
Pt.6
#danny phantom#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc#dp x dc crossover#tim drake#buckets writes things?#Danny just wants to study wth#stupid roomate#coffee shop time!#Tim is addicted to coffee#its actually scary at this point#we dont mention hiw Danny's chocolate addiction is any better#or projection in any way#when you accidentally kill a clown
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Lab Night
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You were working late and Bucky was worried.
Note: This is my first time writing for Marvel and it's been a while since I last wrote in English so, sorry in advance if it doesn't make sense or it has mistakes (it probably does). Also, English is not my first language. I appreciate all the feedback!
*****
Night was fresh and lab was calling to you, as Tony stated before pulling you into the giant lab of his. And to say that you were simply delighted to be there, would be an understatement. All sorts of technology were surrounding practically every surface the laboratory had. The walls had different sized mechanical arms and legs, and things you couldn’t recognize but know that they belong to some project of Tony’s. Every table had a half finished or nearly finished project on it. As you walked in, Tony was busy with clearing a surface for your equipment.
“So, what do you want to work on?”
“Well, water tanks were easy to use on the last mission.” You sat down in front of the white and glass table, which was clear after Tony pushed a lot of things aside. Or one should say, he ordered FRIDAY to push things aside. You continued. “But the fuel tanks? Not so much.”
You had to use a water tank so that you always had water around to manipulate, and a fuel tank to be able to light a flame when you need to use your fire abilities. Being able to control four elements of nature wasn’t easy when you don’t have the elements near you. Luckily, air and earth were all around you most of the time. You were still working on perfecting your manipulation skills, but if you were to ask the Avengers, they would easily say that they depend on your skills greatly even if they’re not at full capacity yet.
“We could look at the plans again, see if we can alter anything.”
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The ticking of the clock echoed through the lab. Tony had to leave a while ago, to say goodnight to Morgan, and told you to go to bed as well but you wanted to take another look at the plans before you hit the bed.
“What are you doing this late?” You looked up to see the source of the voice. A certain super soldier was leaning against the door frame with a stern look on his face, his metal arm shining under the lab’s white lights. He looked tired.
You didn’t bother answering verbally, instead just pointed to the table you were working on.
“It’s three in the morning.”
“Time is an illusion.” You joked. He didn’t laugh. Of course, he didn’t. Instead, he chose to glare as always. As Sam once said to you, you get used to it.
When neither of you spoke, he walked in and stood in front of your table as he continued.
“You are a human being, who needs sleep.” He said slowly, as if he was speaking to a child. That side of him, the one that worries about you in times like this, was one of your favorites to encounter. He would act like he couldn’t care less, and yet he would be there, trying to take care of you while trying to look like he was in fact not taking care of you. That made you smile. Not a lot of people saw that side, you thought. Only you, and of course Steve. Maybe sometimes Sam. He would rather die than to admit it, though.
“Exactly. Who needs sleep?” You grinned. He groaned. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like messing with him.
“Don’t force me to physically drag you out of here.”
“Fine! I’ll leave!” You huffed. “I was just taking another look at something. I think I was close to actually find a better way to release fuel from the tank.” You narrowed your eyes as you looked through everything on the table once more. Yes, Tony had already changed a few aspects of the tanks, but you weren’t sure if you could’ve done something else or not.
“Sleep deprivation. That’s what you are close to.” He turned around. “Come on.”
You put the plans back to where they belong and followed him outside of the lab. At that moment, you realized that it was three in the morning, yet he was wide awake, pulling you out of the lab.
“Why are you up at three in the morning?” You asked as both of you started walking down the corridor.
“I was thirsty.”
“But your room is closer to the kitchen, and you didn’t even have to go through here.” You tilted your head with curiosity as you looked at him.
“I thought I should check the lab before going back to bed. So what?” He said, his eyes were looking ahead. This exchange would seem normal to people who didn’t know Bucky or his interactions with you, but luckily you were aware of his tiny habits of speaking with you. Whenever he asked you a question, he would always flash a glance towards you. It wouldn’t matter if you were alone or not, it was something he’d done regardless. So, when he didn’t look at you in the slightest it got you suspicious.
“Why, though?” You pushed the subject once more.
He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned towards you. His blue eyes were fixated on you.
“Because you weren’t at your room, alright?” His voice wasn’t raised, yet the look on his face was enough to tell you to drop it. You both would be surprised if you did.
“You went to my room? Why? Did you need something?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he started walking again, towards the end of the corridor where your rooms waited just across each other.
“Bucky?” You asked, while you tried to keep up with his steps.
“It was nothing. Just drop it.” He said as he stopped in front of your room. You stood in front of him. Not asking, but still curious. You had your reasons though; Bucky would never come to your room in the middle of the night if it wasn’t important.
He sighed. “Had a nightmare and I thought I’d come see you for a second.” He mumbled, his eyes looking everywhere but you. You could tell he was embarrassed to say that long before you realized his cheeks had a light shade of pink to them, even though he still looked dead serious.
“I’m fine.” He quickly added. “Everything is fine.”
“I’m the one that’s supposed to say that.” Standing on tiptoe, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and continued. “You’re fine. Everything is fine.” He wrapped his arms around you in response. You didn’t need Wanda’s abilities to know that he was thankful for the hug. The way he hugged you and buried his face in your neck was enough to let you know that. You ran your fingers through his hair, to try and comfort him.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” You asked as he pulled away.
“It’s three in the morning.” He stated the obvious thing that you refuse to acknowledge.
“Your point?” There was that stern look once again.
“Fine, fine, we’ll sleep.” You dragged him to your room. After all, you wouldn’t be able to leave him on his own after he chose to come to you at that hour.
“Only if you’ll actually sleep.” He said as the both of you walked into your room. You went ahead and pulled your covers.
“Promise.”
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky#bucky fanfic#bucky x female reader#bucky x you#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#marvel fanfiction#marvel#marvel fluff#avengers fic
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I think some of the "Sam thinks Dean is stupid" stuff comes the repeat "joke" of him constantly being surprised when Dean reads or knows literary references lol
Sure. You know what I think this is also a function of though? Dean saying things like, "Dude, could you be any more gay?" in 3.05 because Sam remembers the story of Cinderella. Actively supporting a narrative that he does not like reading or at least certain types of books (I actually think maybe Dean isn't a huge fan of classic fairy tales for various reasons but I digress). Also Dean often frames Sam as the researcher and himself as the do-er. Even in season 1, where Dean's competence at hunting alone (both the researching side and the actual killing part) is very evident, in Scarecrow, he jokes, "I’m actually on my way to a local community college. I’ve got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research." He allows this narrative of himself versus Sam to persist, except when he doesn't and goes, "What? I read" ("Baby" is one example). (Really he just likes keeping Sam on his toes and constantly turning the tables to remind him that there are things he does not know jhvdshggvzhsdvhsa.)
Dean seems to be an avid reader of fiction and he extensively incorporates his consumption of media (watched, read) into pop culture references throughout the series. He loves a good story. He is also an extremely competent researcher when he wants to be... but there are also suggestions that Dean most of the time doesn't particularly enjoy the research grind. Sam? Well—he does seem to have a fondness for fairy tales specifically, but he's that nerd who looks at a call number from the Library of Congress and goes, "This references sciences and probably birds specifically". Also the kind of nerd who would probably work up a whole reference system for the bunker library, which I think Dean would do if he had to--but he wouldn't enjoy doing it and I think Sam is the kind of person who would actively enjoy doing that.
Dean's relationship to research comes across very ADHD to me personally in the mid to late series. Like he can suddenly be sitting for hours doing research if that is what he NEEDS to be doing in that moment and there's some real urgency to that need. But most of the time I think looking through tomes for hours and hours searching for an obscure spell is not what he would like to be doing, and Sam kind of enjoys that shit. I also think perhaps Sam has trouble understanding the difference between the two ways he and Dean relate to books and how both of them like reading but for different reasons, and that not enjoying what he enjoys about research does not mean you don't enjoy reading books generally. But Dean also contributes to this narrative of "Sam is the researcher, and I do not like books", like in 13.17 (because they are about to spend hours and hours researching) saying very sarcastically, "I love books!"
As an aside though also, thinking your brother doesn't like to read also doesn't mean you think he's stupid. There are many reasons not to like reading. Facts about me: I loved to read novels as a child and now I hate reading novels. I can enjoy reading only VERY selectively, have a very short attention span for reading certain types of materials, and haven't picked up a novel in years because I don't want to. But I also have a Masters degree and am working on a PhD. I also don't believe formal education is always a great indicator of intelligence, but neither is not reading books. When Sam gets really scathing and jokes about how "Yes I read books without pictures even", I don't think that is something he would say if he genuinely believed Dean was stupid.
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I really like your idea on em both being rich kids lol, very interesting bc to me personally Billy is actually pretty poor. idk I mean I know we don’t see Tatum’s house or Randy’s either but the fact we never see a single thing about Billy’s sounds odd to me. Vs Tatum who has her own car and Randy with his odd collection of colorful (probably expensive) shoes.
there’s also the fact he’s on his dad’s income only who, from the real brief looks we got at him and the fact he slept with the town’s most likely ‘wellknown’ prostitute if that makes any sense, feels like some sleazy, struggling lawyer type.
I know in lore or whatever (wiki page lol) his dad is described as a powerful Woodsboro lawyer but considering this is the same lore that has Billy getting someone pregnant and can’t even decide the ages of the main cast I’m looking at in-movie evidence instead.
the only thing that kinda tips it to him being richer imo is the mobile phone he drops, or more precisely his dad’s phone - but even then it’s again his dad’s and not his own one. his dad who likely would need it as a work expense, but can’t afford to buy his son one and doesn’t care to.
anyway that’s my entire crackpot theory (I have even more but I wanted to spare your ask box from this already long thing) just to say that I really like your take on him being richer too
Hey thanks! My own personal theory dump below:
I've seen a lot of takes with poorer Billy. Tbh I think based on what we see in the movie it can go either way, we just don't really have the info. Also, not to nitpick, but we do see Tatums house, that's where Sid sleeps over after Billy gets arrested and there's also a breakfast scene there in the morning.
To me, Randy is actually probably the least wealthy member of the group, he's the only one that we know has a job, and the shoe brands (mostly hush puppies) he's wearing mostly wouldn't have been super expensive.
In my opinion we don't see much of Billy's home life because we don't see much of the real Billy at all until the reveal at the end. We only see as much of Stu's as we do because the finale takes place in his house, and imo more of Billy's home life would have made him more obvious. I have to imagine his room is full of horror merch lmao.
Honestly I don't really read Hank the same way as you do though. Maureen isn't a prostitute (not that theres anything wrong with sex work), she's a housewife with an extremely wealthy husband (aside from Stu's house Sid's seems like the biggest), so I don't really feel like the affair says anything about relative wealth.
In terms of the lore, tbh I don't actually think it's totally out of character for Billy to get a random girl pregnant. I chose not to do this in Debaser because I've decided to not make Sam canon in my own work, but I could totally see him deciding he needed to "practice" with some girl before Sid. I think he probably hooked up with her at a party, had a mediocre time, and never spoke to her again because he's an asshole. Not at all joking this seems fully in character for me.
My personal hc is that Nancy was a housewife, so Hank would have been carrying the family on a single income anyways. Even if we assume that she was working before and they lost that income, then they would have only been on a lower income for a little over a year, so I don't really see that as the makings of a poor Billy.
Also, we know from scream 2 that Nancy had enough money to get major plastic surgeries (enough that she was unrecognizable to Sid) and also paid for Mickey's tuition, so that's going to be hundreds of thousands of dollars. On top of that she's not working during the events of scream 2, she's doing the fake reporter thing. Based on that Nancy Loomis is either a rich girl by birth, someone who had an extremely high paying job before, or she got a lot of money in the divorce, which would require Hank to have had a lot of money to give.
In terms of the cell phone thing- cells weren't super common for teens to have in the 90's, as far as I can tell one of the first movies that shows teens having cell phones is clueless, which came out in 1995, so it doesn't necessarily say much to me that Billy doesn't have his own in the movie.
In terms of Hank, when we see him he's wearing a nice suit, it's up to date with trends in 96', meaning he's got enough money to be staying up to date with his wardrobe and suits aren't cheap. Other wardrobe hints include Billy's white shirt being Calvin Klein, not a cheap brand for a plain white shirt. If Billy is less wealthy he's more likely to be wearing Hanes. At the very least I, a relatively poor person, am buying the cheapest white shirts I can. I get that shit in a five pack from walmart, I don't have the expendable income to spend over 50$ for a single shirt.
All of this is to say that at least for me it doesn't make a lot of sense for Billy to be poor, especially with what we know about his mom in movie 2. But thats not why I chose to make him rich.
Why Sharp chose to make Billy a rich kid:
So i've seen a number of takes where Billy is poor and Hank is extremely abusive, and that was something I wanted to avoid. In some cases this can feel to me like the poverty and physical abuse is meant to explain his behaviour and that feels a little oversimplified. I specifically chose to make Hank neglectful, judgmental and argumentative (emotionally abusive) but not physically abusive. It doesn't always take more than that to fuck someone up, and I also wanted Billy's rage to come from somewhere else, to be a little less obviously justified. His life isn't easy, but he still has privilege.
In terms of the wealth issue, Billy's character reads more as an entitled rich kid to me. He's out of touch with the emotional stakes of the things he's doing and beyond that he's got the time and energy to plan and carry out a murder spree like this.
I personally chose to write Billy as someone who doesn't experience a lot of consequences for his actions because his dad can pay them away, which he does because Billy has an effect on his professional image as a lawyer. This was particularly important for my trans Billy storyline, because the money would be necessary both to access black market hormones (would have been near impossible to get them prescribed at the time) and also because Hank would have needed to bribe the cops and the hospital to keep quiet so Billy wouldn't be outed.
Aside from that though I just think the rich boy no consequences thing plays well into how unafraid he is about what he's doing and how casually he does it. All of this is just my take though! There are lots of ways to read the movie and I made character choices about him so that they fit into the narrative I'm crafting, doesn't need to work for anyone else.
I always enjoy chatting movie theories!
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muppets team fortress two. whos who
okokok hi i'm awake from my slumber did someone say muppets. i have some thoughts
scout is rizzo the rat because small weird man with a lot of siblings. what else do you want me to say. i'm right
medic is miss piggy because, and i'm quoting bungus here, "that bitch is glamorous"
demo is rowlf the dog because you can't tell me that rowlf wouldn't be the ultimate drinking buddy, also the fact that they both play piano is just too perfect, this was one of my two immediate thoughts when i first saw this ask. other one was rizzo scout obviously
PYRO IS BEAKER. pyro is beaker. i don't need to explain this one
on that same thought track of pyro as beaker, engie is dr. bunsen honeydew, the concept of pyro being his lab buddy is something i've always loved and this plays directly into that concept. also honeydew would 100% do something like removing his own arm to give himself a mechanical prosthetic. they're both madlads is what i'm saying
i originally thought of sam eagle when considering soldier because america but no, aside from the america thing he's nothing like soldier. soldier is animal. what are you gonna do about it
look i dunno how to articulate how well sniper matches up with gonzo. they both dress like weird uncles, they're both lanky motherfuckers, they're both widely accepted by the transmasc community as "goals," they're just. you cannot fight me on this because i am not listening
i originally thought spy might be hard to place but then i remembered pepe the king prawn and i was like oh this is easy. scheming little bitch with a propensity for making innuendos. the only thing that doesn't match up here is that pepe has a really casual style of dress but if you put him in a suit then he's literally spy
oh shit i'm already at the last merc. uhm. man i'm honestly having trouble placing heavy, i think...just based on vibes alone i'd probably go with fozzie bear for him, he was my first thought because Obvious Bear Joke but then i thought more about it and i was like. yknow. fozzie's struggles to write jokes and just communicate in general kinda connects well with heavy's struggles to communicate in english as opposed to his native tongue of russian, like i feel like they're both guys who'd be understood a lot better if they just knew the right way to say something if that makes sense? i'm looking too deep into this though i'm sure most people will just be satisfied that i'm fulfilling the Obvious Bear Joke requirement lol
okay last one. i was originally frustrated that i couldn't pin anybody down as being kermit but then i had the brain blast that miss pauling would absolutely be kermit. they both serve the role of kinda being like the straight-man mediator that's also willing to participate in the shenanigans from time to time, like go listen to miss pauling's contract voice lines and tell me she doesn't fit that description
anyway thank you for this ask!! i haven't had this much of an urge to write about the funny teufort people in a hot minute so this was nice heehee
#answered by nimbus#anon#tf2 whole team#whole team#miss pauling tf2#im tagging her cuz i dunno if she's technically under the ''team'' umbrella
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Matthew’s fraternal support
The brothers have a very strong bond and have always tried to support each other, even in the Abyssal Plains. Now that they are in the human world, they are freer in their actions and they continue to help each other even without magic. How does Matthew show his support? A glimpse at how he uses his own skills to help his brothers. (The other brothers get their own scenarios)
-I don't own the game or the characters-
Among his brothers, Matthew is the one most likely to attract attention with his cheerfulness. Not all of this is always meant honestly, because like Erik, he has put up a kind of protective shield around himself in the Abyssal Plains to protect himself from the harsh reality. In the human world, this mask is much weaker, only when he is stressed or insecure does he seem happier and more exhilarated than he feels inside. But he also likes to use this cheerful manner to cheer up those who mean a lot to him. In the Abyssal Plains, he liked to create things to take his mother's mind off her worries. Now it's his brothers, for whom he likes to play the over-the-top clown, even if he often has to listen to teasing for it. Erik in particular, who tends to be calm and level-headed, benefits from the fact that Matthew seems to have a nose for when a bit of a good mood can work wonders. Sometimes just cracking silly jokes or fooling around is enough to put a smile on Erik's face and while you might not expect it, Matthew is quite good at reading the mood of a room and acting accordingly. And what does it matter if he makes a fool of himself to make his brother feel better. His newfound passion for computer and console games is something he also uses to support his brother Sam, mostly unnoticed by him. Because while neither of them would ever say it out loud, when it comes to competitive gaming, it's still best for the own ego to beat a brother. And Sam in particular, who has to hold back a lot, needs an ego boost from time to time. As such, Matthew is sometimes not as good as he could be in providing Sam with an opponent to defeat. Not that he would ever seriously let Sam know.
"What's the matter with him?" Matthew cocked his head slightly as he watched Sam, who had stomped angrily across the living room only to slam the door to one of the bedrooms behind him. When the door almost broke off its hinges, James voice immediately came from the kitchen, "Sam! Stop that!" Erik, who was sitting next to Matthew on the sofa, looked from the kitchen door to the room where Sam had disappeared and shrugged his shoulders. "He was in a bad mood yesterday. He was probably upset about something. You know him…” Matthew nodded thoughtfully as he leaned back, not taking his eyes off the door.
A few hours later, Sam's mood hadn't improved. Matthew had been trying to figure out what had happened and from the way James was behaving towards his brother, Matthew's best guess was that the two had fallen out over some minor issue. They all needed little breaks from each other now and then, none of them were used to being so constantly surrounded by others, which was especially true for Sam. Matthew knew he valued his freedom and that being unable to do what he wanted bothered him more than any other brother. But aside from freedom there was something else that Sam loved as his brother knew and that was winning a competition. Matthew grinned as he came up with a plan.
Less than twenty minutes later he was sitting on the sofa in front of the big screen TV and turned up the console game volume. Damien had kindly taken James and Erik out of the house on the pretense of going shopping so that Matthew and Sam could be noisy to their hearts' content. And it didn't even last the entire intro of the game before Sam appeared in the living room doorway. "Where are the others?" "Shopping," was Matthew's curt reply as he tweaked the game's settings with the controller. "Hm. Good. And what are you doing there?” Sam asked as he approached the sofa.
Matthew bit back a grin. Sometimes his older brother was really easy to bait. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he replied, "That? Oh, that's a new game. A sequel to the battle game you were so incredibly bad at..." "Me? Bad? In your dreams, Goblin!” And then Sam appeared in Matthew's field of vision as he flopped down on the sofa next to him. Showing indifference, the latter tossed him a controller, ignoring the nickname Sam had given him, "If you say so."
A few hours later, Damien had already returned with James and Erik, Matthew, Sam and Damien were sitting on the sofa laughing. Erik and James had also joined them, even if neither of them liked games of this kind. The mood was lively and Sam suddenly threw up his hand in triumph, "Won!" Matthew sat back on the sofa, defeated. "This was pure luck. Next time I'll win.” Sam just laughed and started a new game, while James, unnoticed to Sam, put a hand on Matthew's shoulder and smiled gratefully at him before he and Erik made their way to the kitchen.
Several days later it was Erik who, after an unsuccessful attempt at flirting, carried his bad mood like a shield in front of him. As far as Matthew knew, rejection from humans wasn't something Erik really cared about, but this time his big brother seemed to be plagued by self-doubt. A feeling that Matthew could certainly relate to. And for exactly that reason, something that Matthew wanted to distract his brother from.
And he made sure there was an opportunity to do just that. First, he asked Erik for help, nothing out of the ordinary, just some fraternal advice he supposedly wanted to get. Just having his little brother need his advice was something Matthew knew was balm for Erik's battered ego. But of course, he wasn't done yet.
As soon as Erik had made himself reasonably comfortable at the dining table, Matthew shifted to the side, only to be able to slip off the chair in a particularly theatrical manner. He called it an accident when he got back on his feet. "Stupidity" was commented on by Erik, whose face twitched slightly. A second step. Now some funny comments followed, built into the conversation between the two and with each sentence Matthew could see how Erik's mood slowly improved. A little joke here, a little clumsiness there, and by the time Erik joined in the admittedly stupid jokes, Matthew knew he'd chosen the right path.
It didn't take long for Damien to join the conversation, followed by Sam, who, as was his habit, crossed his arms and occasionally rolled his eyes. When James joined them and even put on the table the cookies that Matthew had baked the day before, Erik seemed to have forgotten, at least for the moment, that something had bothered him. And when the biscuits were eaten and the little encounter was over? Then Matthew was hugged by Erik, a whispered "Thank you!" followed and Matthew beamed all over his face when Erik, visibly more relaxed, turned away from him to continue his daily schedule.
#seduce me#seduce me the otome#seduce me matthew#seduce me sam#seduce me erik#seduce me scenarios#just thinking#zecaeru#seduce me brothers#brothers among themselves
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I cried myself to sleep last night, so that’s the kind of season we’ve got, people. Beware going in, I skipped every scene that didn’t have Michael, and a few of Maria’s for one reason I’ll list below, in my thoughts on 4x07.
I have nothing to say on Liz and Max since I skipped all of their scenes, along the scenes with Isobel and Dallas. I just don’t care, I really don’t. I just want Alex.
By the way, side note, when you have a “Last time on Roswell New Mexico” that takes forever because it’s diving into a million subplots that don’t need to be there, excluding even more subplots by the way, you have a problem.
We were robbed. That title was just intentionally tricking us, wasn’t it? To call an episode Dig Me Out when you knew the fandom would be demanding Alex to near-protest degrees by now is an intentional attempt to trick us into thinking that Michael at least would know by now, if not having Alex himself in the episode. Instead, who do we get discovering it?
The one fucking person we want as far away from Alex as possible.
And that’s why I didn’t skip her scenes . . . near the end. See, I went into the episode knowing full well that Maria, Liz, and Dallas would end up knowing about Alex being gone at the end, so while I was able to watch a second or two of the rest of Maria’s scenes (before I just couldn’t take anymore the fact that they were actually having Alex reach out to her of all people and ended up skipping since she assumed it was just her mother anyway), I ended up watching the one at the end.
I’ll get to that particular scene more and why it made me cry in a second, though I should think the reason’s obvious. But for now, I just. I’m. I am so sick of watching The Maria Show. It’s bad enough so much of season 3 focused on her, but now we get her involved with Alex’s storyline so that I’m obligated to sit through her scenes, and when I tell you the mere sight of her, after everything she’s done, makes my heart clench in the most painful, miserable way, believe me I’m not exaggerating. This character might just give me cancer, I loathe her that much.
The problem, however, is also the fact that I just want Alex back so bad, and I want someone to finally notice he’s gone, that I will take whatever I get at this point. The promo for next episode shows that Michael finally finds out, and I just hope it’s at the beginning. By the gods, we deserve that much by now.
I understand Tyler had to miss a few more episodes than usual (it’s only been two more episodes that he’s missed than his usual three, but it feels like an eternity, which really emphasizes how much he carries this show on his back and that’s probably why he had back problems), but it’s not hard to show Michael missing him when he’s not there. Show him bored, less in the mood to make jokes, too tired and busy missing Alex to be his usual snarky self, and have other characters notice and acknowledge that.
Quick mention that I did watch Dallas’s scene with Bonnie and Clyde there at the end, and, aside from liking Clyde and Bonnie together and wanting them together, I just love Dallas so much, and he’s so wonderful, and give him and Malex their own spinoff please, the three of them the center of the show the way Sam, Dean, and Cas were the center of Supernatural. Mostly Sam and Dean, but you get the point.
Now. That scene at the end. I know Alex isn’t dead. I know they wouldn’t do that. But just hearing the words, and after not having Michael even openly or privately miss him, and finally having her, of all people, find out he was gone, to then hear Liz ask if Alex was dead, too, it makes me cry now as I write this. The very words terrify me to my core, and I just really, after everything they’ve put us through, did not appreciate it.
This isn’t suspenseful storytelling, this is completely ignoring a most-beloved character when it would only make more sense to acknowledge him when he’s not there, and then throwing in a twist by the character that has wronged him the most, in unspeakable ways, all for the sake of shock value, and so that they could show off how “tolerant” they are by having Maria be the center, even though, instead of ever giving her a proper redemption arc, which they could’ve done this season, they instead try to trick the audience once again into thinking she never did anything wrong and that anyone is lucky to have her attention. I’d rather be branded, thanks.
But again, I’ll take what I can get at this point. My sole hope in terms of Maria’s involvement in Alex’s storyline is that it ends before the next episode does. I hope they just have her there to prove to Michael that Alex is missing and that it’s not because he’s dead (seriously rnm writers, you think it’s clever writing to make your audience cry more because they’re upset at the way the character’s treated than because the story itself earned those tears?), and then make her go away.
Finally, Michael. I get that going home was something he’s wanted since he was a kid, but he’s said several times already in the past four seasons that Alex is his home. Yet the dialogue comes off like he’s not even missing Alex and that he’s really not torn up at all about leaving him. I know that’s not the case, and thanks to Vlamis, we know that Michael isn’t Michael without Alex, but for the love of Poseidon, they need to show us that! I’ve watched the promo a hundred times by now just to rewind Michael finding out about Alex, and I hope that Michael not only finds out in the beginning of the episode and goes feral so that we could have as much of that as we are owed, but that Michael realizes that the idea of Alex being in danger tips the scales all the way so there’s no longer a choice between leaving and staying with Alex.
And you know the most tragic part of all of this? If I had known the pain this show would cause me--not like Merlin, that causes pain because it yanks on all the right heartstrings--but because I would get a hero that I haven’t loved this much since Harry Potter himself (who, by the way, Tyler himself said Alex was the Harry Potter of Roswell New Mexico and that is the best description that will ever be), and see the way he’s been so blatantly disrespected, I would still do this crap all over again, if only to have Alex Manes and malex in my life. For Alex and malex, I hope and plea to the gods that the next six episodes make up for the past five. That’s it, that’s all I’ve got.
#alex manes#michael guerin#malex#rnm thoughts#rnm 4x07#anti maria deluca#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#tyler blackburn#michael vlamis
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Idk about trusting Z, the record speaks for itself// I’m not just talking about romantic relationships I’m talking about her relationship with coworkers (Sam L), friends (Hunter), partners (Trevor&JE), Family. Most people that she surrounds herself with have either said or done horrible things and she still continuously praise and gives them flowers. At this point, it’s a choice, she isn’t dumb and young. And I’m sorry but I definitely question her in that regard.
Well, I've been saying this for a while, but I'll say it again....
Most ppl that have a working rlshp with someone def know that individual way better than we as fans do. We only see a small snippet of their personality, whereas they see SO much more because they've worked with them directly! They have a more well-rounded view of the person in other words.
So many ppl are so QUICK to cancel someone these days over any slight.... but yet won't use that same high moral compass for themselves 😏.... cuz I guarantee you, we ALL have said (and done) things in our lives that we weren't all that proud of also. 👀
Believe me, if Zendaya doesn't like someone, you WILL KNOW it lol. She will pay them DUST rofl 🤣 I trust her for the most part.... mainly coz she doesn't just give her friendship to everyone. Jmho
Z knows Hunter and all of the other ppl you mentioned in a much deeper way than the rest of us do, and I think we have to remember that ppl are not ALL BAD or evil, or all angelic. We ALL as individuals have good AND bad qualities to ourselves. That's just a fact of being an IMPERFECT human! 🤷🏾♀️
I will never pretend to know a celebrity as well as their peers do. I just can't. 🤷🏾♀️
I'm still not sure why Z seems to have such an obsessive bond with Sam 👀, but maybe their bond comes from the fact that he's been very crucial to her career and learning and growing in this industry. I just wish she would have latched on to someone else for that growth and longevity working rlshp. 🥴 👀
I also try to keep in mind that most ppl are multifaceted and complex. AndWhile you only saw the bad comment that person said in the media, meanwhile, maybe Z (and others who know them well) saw the sweet msgs they sent bts when they were feeling down, or the sweet gifts they gave, or they know what that person has had to endure in life etc.
Re: Trevor....
I think we should give her a break/pass for this. Wasn't she like 16 when she got with him? 🥴 How many of you made the BEST decisions when you were 16 lol? 😂 Plus, Trevor was probably a very sweet kid in his teens. People are not all villains like some cookie-cutter antagonist in a movie or smthg. He was probably a really nice guy at the outset, but then made mistakes and committed infidelities along the way in their rlshp. It wasn't right, but I doubt he was all bad towards her.
Re: JE....
Did it ever occur to anyone that MAYBE he was actually nice to her? I mean, aside from the fact that he was def a rebound and her judgment was already kinda clouded anyway lol, I think ppl need to keep in mind too that perhaps he was actually NICE to her on most occasions. 🤷🏾♀️
Keep in mind too that he was her costar, and they formed a friendship on set during season 1 of Euphoria, so of course she knew him in ways that we didn't know him. They probably also had a lot in common!
If the rumors/gossip is true, then he ended up being kind of a jerk towards the end, but I doubt he started off that way. I don't think that Z surrounds herself with JERKS, and I doubt she would have even agreed to date him in the first place if he had been so horrible towards her. Z could have practically ANY man in Hollywood lol.... she didn't need JE specifically in order to have a rebound. Shih.... are you kidding me lol? If she decided to date him, it's cuz she liked him, plain and simple. 🤷🏾♀️
I know we joke about Rat Tail and Big Foot all the time on here lol 😆, but I think ppl also need to keep in mind that we don't know these ppl personally, and more than likely, these individuals are not ALL evil. They do have some good qualities... otherwise ppl would never speak well of them at all lol.
I also feel like having a working rlshp with someone is more than likely what most costars are talking about when they speak highly of someone in the press.
I still think that Z (being the overthinking, high-moral Virgo that she is lol) has a pretty good read on ppl, and she keeps her circles VERY small... so if she's allowed someone into her circle, or seems to like them as a person, it's usually because they are pretty decent?🤷🏾♀️
Like I said before, if Z doesn't like someone, she won't even act like they exist rofl 🤣
Anyway, let me get off my soapbox lol 😆
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May I request some lore on Vale as well?! 👀
Anything and everything is good, I just gotta know what the precious angel is all about 🌺
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it is my time to SHINE and dump some THOTS
Vale is what most would consider school smart. They pick up on the classes in Twisted Wonderland pretty quickly, aside from those that require magic, and if it weren't for Grim they'd probably be pretty high up in the exams.
Vale starts off being a bit of a...gopher I guess to a lot of random students. If they ask for them to get something or pick something up they will. They're just doing it cuz it's the nice/right thing to do?? They don't get that it's a form of bullying?? Ace & Deuce stop this from escalating tho
But they can't always be around Vale so they do still get caught up in helping out students.
The reason Vale is intent on helping others is because they want to prove that they're useful. That maybe, just maybe, they do belong here and if they can help out others then everything will be okay! (it won't).
They started the book club on their own!! It's one thing they are v proud of doing!! They got inspired by Jade w/ his club...and like him they are still the only member lol
They don't really advertise the book club and they doubt that members will come in. Honestly, they just reserve a room in the library once a week and just...read. It's nice to get away and immerse themselves into the books of this world (manga included).
They also use the book club time to research the Seven.
I like to joke that Vale doesn't reveal their surname because Crowley, the oh so kind bird that he is, decides to share his with them. They never wrote theirs down so he just slapped his down and now they are cursed with the Crowley name. tbh he's just doing this for perks or something and to make Vale have a crisis about it every now and then.
Vale is a swimmer! They like the water and enjoy the ambiance of Octavinelle. If it wasn't so crowded and busy and a restaurant they'd probably vibe there a bit more.
Vale meets Idia fairly early on?? At Sam's. Idia is out to buy a manga and Vale is like oooh new book and cliche hands touch. It's not a long lasting meeting and Idia ends up with the manga. They end up befriending Ortho and just hmm. looks familiar. It takes a while before Vale brings up the incident and it all clicks lol.
Since they don't have a functional laptop, Vale has a few notebooks/journals they use to write down their ideas for novels! They don't mind if you read it, just don't do it in front of them or else they get all flustered.
Their link to Grim is...strange. They can always pinpoint where he is at any given time. At times they're used as an extra "gem" for Grim's magic. If he overexerts himself it ends up bad on their body. It was never like this in the beginning though. When Grim goes into that...feral mode, they begin to daze out a bit. If he stays in that mode long enough, the effects rub off on Vale to sort of mimic him??
They will never show it but they're really bothered by the fact that they can't use magic. They get that it's a thing, not everyone is a skilled mage or whatever. But after what they've been through? Imagine how much they could have helped, the damage they could have stopped, if they could use magic...
Vale doesn't want to go home. They like it here, they have friends who care for them and it feels right to be here. BUT they play up the act that they do want to go home because it'd be weird if an isekai protagonist didn't have that as a goal right??
Vale also tries to smile through everything. Even if they're in pain, they shouldn't burden others because it's not right...right? Unfortunately for them, its kinda obvious when they're faking it but they tend to just peace out to recover before they can ask what's up.
As the school year progresses I like to think Vale ends up standing up for themselves a little more?? They feel bad for saying no, but they get out of situations they don't want to do.
#princesslocket#asks#oc stuff#THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME PUT MY THOTS DOWN#some of these are from a fic I'm supposed to write but lol when will that be#long post
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Brief crossover snippet
So this is a thing I wrote...probably like a year ago? And after some Enabling from my roommate, I figured I’d share it XD
A couple brief notes--I don’t think I’ve posted this before, but I handwrote it out at some point (I’m guessing while I was at work on a call/in a meeting?) and then typed it up At Some Point, that much I do remember. ...except I can’t find the typed-up version anywhere. And I only found one handwritten page, when I could’ve sworn there were two??? But I might be misremembering.
Anyway, with that caveat aside, here’s a snippet of a hypothetical conversation between Zeb and Helo, in one of the like twelve different BSG/Star Wars crossover scenarios I’ve played with in my head. XD ((On the BSG side; this is during the period where Helo and Starbuck are hanging out with Sam and his people while Athena is MIA; on the Star Wars side it’s...sometime after the Rebels series finale but otherwise Vague.))
“Don’t...don’t think about it that way,” [Zeb] said. “Forgiveness is just...big. And total. It’s one of those things that is or isn’t, there’s no in-between or anything. And if you think too hard about it...” He stared out over the valley. This far from the cities, they still looked alive. He cleared his throat roughly. “Think about it too much, and it gets all tangled up, with the...with the guilt. That you’re here, and he’s here, and so many other people just...aren’t.”
“So, what, then?” [Helo] asked. “How’d you do it?”
Zeb thought about it for a moment. “...it’s about trust. Yeah. Trust.”
“Trust is easier than forgiveness?”
“Nah,” he said. “It’s not easy. None of this is easy. But it is simpler. It breaks down into pieces. It can be conditional.”
Helo made a sort of noncommittal skeptical noise in the back of his throat.
“Well, look at it this way,” Zeb said. “There’s people I absolutely trust to have my back in a fight, but I wouldn’t trust ‘em to watch my kids. Not ‘cause they’re bad people, but they’re bad with kids, specifically.”
“i see your point.”
“And with Alex...” He stared out over the valley again, thinking. “Most people, unless they’re fanatics, you can trust to act in their own self-interest. You can trust ‘em to work together, if you need each other to survive. Alex was the first--and probably still the only--Imp I’d trust not to stab me in the back the second the crisis was over. And, you know, we got to talking, and I realized we had more in common than we didn’t--even figuring he’s a spy, and all the twisty shit that comes with that. And I figured...if he took the blinders off, used his spy skills to investigate the people he worked for, instead of us...I figured I could trust him to do the right thing, once he had all the facts. And I trusted that he was...I dunno, strong enough? That resetting his brain like that wouldn’t break him.” He smiled. “And you know what? The bastard proved me right. Over and over again. And now there’s no one I trust more. He’s...my partner. No other way to put it.” He paused. “...except when he hogs all the blankets. Then he’s my nemesis again.”
Helo laughed. “Yeah. I guess that’s fair.”
He turned back to Helo. “So...I guess that’s my advice, for what it’s worth. Ask yourself if you’re willing to give her the chance to earn your trust. But, Helo--you have to really mean it. She might let you down, and yeah, you gotta be prepared for that, but if you tell her you’re giving her a chance but spend all your time expecting her to stab you in the back...” He shook his head. “It’ll blow up in your face. Trust me. It’s not fair to either of you. And if she’s telling the truth about being pregnant, it sure as hell isn’t fair to that kid.”
“...yeah.”
“So, think about it,” Zeb said. “If you can do that. And if she earns it, maybe you’ll realize, one day, that forgiveness snuck in when you weren’t looking.”
[the blanket joke is shamelessly stolen from my Enabling roommate. credit where credit is due XD]
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relatiobnships ask game tell me about umm ummm [trying to think of who you havent been asked for yet] SAM AND MAX.right now
THEYRE JUST FUNNEY LITTLE ANIMALS. HEHEHEH MY CREATURES
describe their canon relationship/dynamic
wait the entire series is built on their dynamic bc 95% of the point of sam and max is just them talking to each other but how do u even. describe it. uhh. Absolutely Terminal Amounts Of Banter. also beating each other up. theyre so?? they just walk around Constantly making jokes just for the others entertainment and also often lightly insulting each other. & also theyve known each other their whole lives and theyre soul bonded. they literally cant be apart from each other for more than a few seconds. seperate them and they both immediately become deeply depressed. theyre codependent. and they show affection by being a little mean to each other and throwing each other through walls. (well sam throws max through walls. i dont think max could lift sam. he bites him tho)
your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?
aside from the fact that my brain probably remembers them slightly differently bc i havent seen them outside of short clips in a while. mostly im just. the same as 90% of sam and max fans where its. What if they were the same but they got married 90 times for fun. but arguably they have gotten married in canon so
what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?
THEYRE LITERALLY JUST FUNNY. they are just very funny as individual concepts and significantly more funny put together. their interactions are great for their interactions are the backbone of their franchise. also i love codependency
what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?
They literally dont know how to exist without each other <3 if sam does not have his little freak there to bounce witty lines off of everything else completely loses meaning. if max does not have his bestie there to hear his deranged comments then hes just being deranged on his own and thats no fun. they met when they were like 8 or something and now its been decades since they were in different rooms for more than a few minutes. they need each other there is something wrong with them and it works for them so its OK
favorite interaction they have in canon
UMM we dont. see it. but i think maybe the thing said in some article or interview or something abt them meeting bc max stole sams lunch back from kids who had stolen it from him. I Think It Was Something Like That. i love that. also i like the opening scene of the thhhird episode of the first telltale game i think? where sam is tossing max up in the air like a baby so he can reach the darts board & then the phone rings and sam stops for a second. thinks abt it. then throws max against the wall so he can go get the phone. (this isnt like a one time thing its a running gag thru thr whole series that whenever the phone rings they physically fight to get it (and sam always wins). but thats my favorite instance bc of the little *pause* *thinking* *tosses max over his shoulder slamming him into the wall like a sack of rice*)
favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in
oh man i dont know. 305 angst. sam n max fans will look at the 1 serious part of this immensely silly consequences might as well not exist franchise and go Is anyone going to get hung up on this forever and make emotional content about it? and not wait for an answer. and theyre right. hey telltale wh. how did you come up with the devils playhouse. why did. what the fuck is the city that dares not sleep who thought of that. steve purcell approved this. hello? hello?
okthats all thank you <3
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🌕🥄📼
send me an emoji and i'll give you a headcanon!
Thank you for the ask! I actually have some fun dp ones for these!
🌕 (full moon)
Aside from the fact that I originally thought this one was cheese, I love moon/sun tropes! Two headcanons in one here, but going off of the idea of hot/cold cores-- what if ghosts slightly fluctuated in power based on their cores? Hot cores get a bit of a boost in the day because of the sun, and cold cores get a boost in the night because of the moon! But since the moon gets its light from reflecting the sun, the full moon is one of the times in which the ghosts are more equal in their powers. I'd imagine this whole headcanon could be a fun Vlad vs Danny situation
🥄 (spoon)
Ah, the bending the spoon trope, my beloved! I like to think that early on, long enough after the portal accident that Danny (somewhat) has a grip on his invisibility but before the school properly knows about ghosts, Tucker cashed in a favor (that he probably won from a bet) from Danny. You see, Tucker 100% got banned from showing off tech for Casper High's show-and-tell, since he would start talking about it and Never Stop. So, he decides he wants to fuck with the class in the form of doing a magic trick. Danny nearly declines when Tuck tries to call him Houdani. They don't actually have any experience with magic, though, so they decide on the spoon-bending trick last minute. And Tucker gets up in front of the class, Danny 'excuses himself to the bathroom,' and the class watches as Tucker does this whole unnecessary weird hand thing to 'channel his magic powers,' and voila! The spoon starts flying in the air! Read: Danny's invisible and holding it. And they're all almost impressed, except... Danny doesn't quite have his super strength at this point. He is trying His Best but he just. He can't bend the damn thing. And after a certain point, Star makes a comment about how it's probably a trick with a string, and suddenly, the class is completely over it.
Bonus points for later, when Danny picks up like a car or some shit, and Sam's standing there like "you can pick up a car, but can you bend a spoon?" Sam would tease them both relentlessly for that it'd become one of their inside jokes
📼 (VHS tape)
The trope where Danny's death is recorded by lab cameras is one I hold dear, but I strongly believe that the lab cameras only show a live view, and they don't actually record. Why? Because Jack was put in charge of replacing the VHS tapes as needed... And one day he proceeded to grab a tape he thought was new but actually had a video of their kids or their wedding on it, and he completely wiped over it. Needless to say, they haven't recorded any lab feeds since.
#danny phantom#answered#cookietastic#the way this could be condensed into so many less words but my brain refuses alkdjgslkagkjladsjgkls#it is Story Time and I must use many words
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Character inspired meals: supernatural
Starter: Caesar Salad - Romaine lettuce
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dessert: Dairy free Strawberry cheesecake -
parmesan cheese, crisp croutons, caesar salad dressing
Main: American Pasta Salad - Bow-tie pasta, feta cheese, sweet basil, sliced black olives, halved grape tomatoes and it should have creamy balsamic dressing BUT I hate balsamic dressing so no.
Crust = raw pecan, almond flour, cinnamon, coconut oil & a tiny bit of salt. Filling = raw cashew, canned coconut milk but I'd assume lactose free would also work, (I say this because I HATE coconut milk) fresh lemon juice, coconut oil, maple syrup, vanilla extract and a shit ton of strawberries. Sam has joked about being lactose intolerant before and true or not i am and id like to have these meals plus Dairy free options are usually more healthy and that's probably what same would go for. While there is cheese in the first two, it's only a little and we'd be fine but a cheese cake? No way, but I love cheesecake so we're gonna make it safe for us lol
Drink: Fresh apple juice.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dean~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Main: Kansas style Hunter’s chicken -
Starter: Mozzarella sticks - Mozzarella cheese and bread cumbs, no surprises in that. Anyway, in 15×10, Dean finds out he is also lactose intolerant but canon aside, he is DEFINITELY the type to say fuck it and eat anything anyway no matter the cost and mozzarella sticks slap so who cares? Not us. Mozzarella sticks are a classic starter but If you think that they're too light, even though it's a starter and its ment to be light, you could always go for my personal homemade tomato soup - Canned tomatoes, All purpose flour, fresh cream, butter, sugar, salt, pepper and I tend to top it off with basil or parsley. Dean mentions in a flashback that Mary would make tomato soup all the time when he was little so it's why it came to mind.
Kansas barbecue sauce, olive oil, finely chopped onions, chicken breast , tomato paste, bacon, grated cheddar, lettuce, chopped cucumber
Chopped radishes with lemon juice drizzled over it and a dash of black pepper, served with bread to eat the left of over sauce with. I recommend tiger bread. I thought this would work for dean cos it's 2 types of meat, it's messy and he feels like the kinda person to hear 'Kansas style' and go nuts for it.
Dessert: Apple cinnamon pie - Filling = Apples, golden caster sugar, cinnamon & flour. Pastry = butter more golden caster sugar, eggs & plain flour. Not much suprise here either. Dean's food needs are simple. I know y'all want me to say cherry pie but the meal I've made would go better with apple as a nice pallet clean. This is accidentally a very American meal but fun fact, Apple pie first originated in England, where it developed from culinary influences from France, the Netherlands, the Ottoman Empire and apple trees weren't even native to America until europeans arrived so idk why y'all decide to take it as if you did something here. Y'all did nothing here, that pie is my blood not yours. 😤 /hj Anyway, all this to say, apple pie will taste better with this and also gives a hint of Men of letters to the meal.
Drink: Cola. Simple man, simple needs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cas~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Starter: PBJ mini parfait - yogurt, crunchy peanut butter, granola & strawberries. The jam is made of frozen mixed berries (like blackberries, blackcurrants, blueberries, redcurrants, strawberries ect), chia seeds, orange juice & maple syrup. Because cas canonically likes PB&J & i think mini parfait are neat.
Main: American style honey & banana pancakes with vanilla ice cream on the side - Honey for the bee obsession, bananas for the monkey obsession he also has the the same episode but people over look that part. "How important is lipstick to you, Dean?", American style pancakes are fluffy like angel wings lol and vanilla ice cream also reminds me of angels, i cannot elaborate on it, it just does.
Drink: Butterfly pea flower tea latte - cashew milk, blue butterfly pea flower powder, maple syrup, vanilla extract & dried rose petals for garnish. It's a bright blue, sweet, all natural beauty. Makes my heart flutter just looking at it, just like Cas. Lol what a simp. If you don't want to empty your wallet on one drink, you can have cinnamon coffee instead because his coat gives the vibe and Misha said he uses cinnamon sprays all the time and so always smells like cinnamon no matter what hes doing.
Dessert: Angel food cake - Plain flour, caster sugar, eggs, cream of tartar, lemon juice & zest, unsalted butter served with double cream, mango sauce, juiced lime, strawberries & passion fruits cos *place angel joke here*
Drink: Ice cream cola float - Cola + vanilla Ice cream. This was the most childish drink I could come up with, it's very hit or miss for people and you get the combo of Deans Cola and Cas' ice cream because it's very cute to me. I very much feel Jack would like this drink and Sam would hate it because it's far too unhealthy and weird, making it a perfect drink.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All i have so far is
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Watched Doctor Strange Multiverse of Madness today and uh...
It’s a bit...messy. It’s hard for me to say I liked or disliked it for a multitude of reasons. It was directed by Sam Raimi and boy does that show because the movie is shot like a 90s horror flick, it’s actually really cool in that aspect. Where it feels messy though is, as you’d expect, with how it fits into the rest of the MCU.
I’m not going to spoil anything explicitly down below, but I will mention vague details that could be considered spoilers so if you want to go in spoiler-free, don’t read this. Basically, the TL;DR is: the movie was good as a Sam Raimi movie, bad as an MCU movie, and overall probably a 6/10.
Look, I’ve watched WandaVision. I thought it was a pretty OK show. It’s where I first began to notice Marvels tendency to all-but-bold-face-lie to you about the direction the show/movie is going in, which isn’t great, and is one of the major gripes I had with this movie but w/e, that’s not why it’s messy. What’s messy I think is just that both A) you really need to watch WandaVision in order to even attempt to grasp Wanda’s character in this movie, and B) even if you do, her character still feels...like a bit of a major pivot from the last time we saw her.
I’ve said before that I like that Marvel seems to be leaning into the fact that, yes, people watch your other movies. Maybe not all of them, but at least enough to get a general understanding that things happen outside of this movie that relate to it somehow. The rub I have isn’t with the fact that you need to watch WandaVision to understand this movie, it’s the fact that even if you do you probably still won’t understand this movie. I’m not sure I understand this movie.
Also, you don’t need to have watched this show, but if you watched the What If...? series too then you basically have the entire cast of characters for this movie. Fuck, you almost even have the plot to this movie.
Honestly, without getting into spoilers, I’ll just say this movie is certainly not helped by being related to a series of movies and shows. It makes previous entries feel a little pointless and future entries a little less interesting.
America Chavez was actually pretty interesting of a character though and I am eager to see where she ends up. Although, I say that but she strangely wasn’t in the movie all that much. Like, she definitely was...but she also really wasn’t. It sort of felt like the movie should’ve been an American Chavez movie w/ Doctor Strange tacked onto it (similar to the last Spider-Man), assuming they wanted it to be a good intro for her character, but instead she sort of got cast aside partway through the movie and then comes back at the tail end, and overall she doesn’t add much but plot-convenience. So...yeah, I might’ve just talked myself out of liking her character but whatever I thought the actress did a good job so I’ll keep an eye out for her later I guess.
Also also, and this is sort of a spoiler, but fuck them for butchering the fuck out of the Illuminati. I can’t help but feel like them adding that in this movie was them saying “see we did it” and then they never do it again because at this point, from a non-comic reader perspective, it might come across as odd to bring in the Illuminati when they showed it in this movie and they turned out to be a bit of a joke.
#random#movies#review#MCU#Marvel#Marvel Cinematic Universe#comics#Doctor Strange#Doctor Strange Multiverse of Madness#no spoilers#ish
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