#I disagree of course (so much I disagree SO fucking much) but the last movie makes sense because of this
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Listen listen I love Halloween ends but I also know that there’s stuff that could be better or I think hey why this trailer then this movie y’know?
#this is about Laurie and Michael specifically#I think they both needed way more screen time but at the SAME time I’m like#as much as I’ve hated it this trilogy has been about how it’s Not about them#I disagree of course (so much I disagree SO fucking much) but the last movie makes sense because of this#and I find it so Interesting how they’ve reached their end and how we can see how they have changed#how Michael is weaker how Laurie is softer but with edges still how she’s so Similar to the girl who was first attacked again#how Michael seems to get stronger with every kill and he saw Something in Corey (which gives me SO many fucking thoughts oh my god)#and then in the end it’s not like he was gonna mentor him or#some#shit#nah Michael I think gif Freaked Out by what he saw how it Let Him In#whatoh back at it again#there’s just SO much to this movie#I love it and it’s great but I also when thinking about it#it’s not really about Michael??? and that IS disappointing#halloween ends
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jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)
daft pretty boys | jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
prompt: "i can't think around you."
rating: G
word count: 0.8k
genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.
However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.
"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"
You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"
He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.
Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.
So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?
Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.
"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.
"Okay. And?"
"It was good."
You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.
He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.
He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?
"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.
Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."
"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.
"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."
It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.
The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.
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#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jungkook x you#jungkook fanfic#jungkook imagines#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bangtanbathhouse#bangtantheatrenet#btshoneyhive#clubzerooclock#52hertz#fic: daft pretty boys
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Uncle Buck • Part 4
Misterwives
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader
Summary: Your nephew Benji overhears a conversation. Not liking what he's hearing, he takes matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 3.9k
Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five
A/N: Sheeeeeesh. This one's longer than the other parts. Take this as my Happy New Years! treat I guess haha. Pt 1 just passed 4k notes and my mind is absolutely blown.
Everybody thank @kilikina34512 for our latest Benji hijinx 😏 Enjoy! and thanks again for all the love 🫶🥰
Bucky joined both of you at "The Screamery" that following day. A themed ice cream shop you and Benji both love that is decked out in classic horror movies.
Benji ate what seemed like his weight in ice cream. You caved and bought him a banana split sundae which Dracula dropped off at your table in a sundae boat the size of Benji's head. Strawberry syrup was drizzled on top to look like blood and a fake candy eyeball took the place of the cherry on top. You knew it would be too much for him to eat all of it, but figured you can always bring the leftovers home.
Benji pointed out all the memorabilia around to Bucky, filling him in on both his personal favorites and yours.
After arriving back at the house, Bucky stuck around for a cup of coffee and this was the point where you royally fucked up.
It's now a few days after, reaching midweek.
"We've decided we're just going to be friends," you explained to Nora as you sat on your bed.
"What?? Why? Was this his decision or yours?" Nora stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.
"Well, both..? I think…"
"You think??"
"He didn't disagree."
"Y/N! Of course he didn't disagree if you decided you didn't want to be with him."
"It's not that I don't want to be with him. I do really like him. He has been nothing but super sweet and kind with our insanity."
"Yeah, it's always a real bummer when a super hot guy brings you flowers and enjoys hanging out with you and your family," Nora rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, I get it. I'm an idiot, okay?"
"Why are you self-destructing? I've seen the smile he gives you, are you kidding me? Smitten. Same goes for you."
"I don't know! I panicked. Holidays are coming up soon. I didn't want to drag him into more nonsense than we already have. We've probably been way over the top and too much for him to want to deal with. We practically kidnapped the guy over the weekend," you ramble on, "Plus what you said with the whole super hot thing. Like come on, how are those cheekbones and that jawline-"
"The eyes."
"The eyes! How is he even real? It's ridiculous."
"No, you're ridiculous. Please explain how the conversation happened, did he tell you this was too much?"
"Well, no…not exactly. We were just talking and my brain kind of went into this red alert mode and I started rambling like an idiot about how nice it has been hanging out and I vaguely remember saying something along the lines that we make a great couple of friends."
"Couple of friends?! Are you for real right now? Did you hit your head and not tell us? What the hell is wrong with you!"
"UGH!" you shout while slamming a pillow over your face.
Benji overhears the conversation from the hallway and shakes his head. Making sure both his mom and aunt were distracted with their conversation he grabs his hat and gloves, putting them on and then grabbing his jacket and tossing that on as well.
He does one more look back when he gets to the front door and quietly makes his way out, closing the door at a glacial speed so no noise would be detected.
Bucky was seated next to Sam at a local bar, beer in hand. Bucky explains what happened last with Y/n.
"I don't blame her for not being interested in me."
"C'mon man, that can't be it. You couldn't shut up about the great time you had bowling with her and how awesome her family and friends were. I was expecting a wedding invitation in the mail by now."
"Now you sound like the small one."
"Love that kid. He really is something else. I hope there's a video out there of him asking you to marry Y/n at that event. That was the best thing I've seen in years. Oh! Maybe I should give him my address so he knows where to mail my invitation," he grins, "We could also play the clip at your wedding."
Bucky glares over at him.
"Who am I kidding, your glare is right. He probably already knows my address. Y'think the kids gonna take this news of you just being friends well?" Sam asks.
Bucky's phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out the screen lights up alerting a new call, listing an incoming call from NYPD.
What could the NYPD want? "Um, I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go-" he holds the phone up slightly and points towards the exit.
He answers as he walks to a quieter area, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Sergeant Barnes?"
"Yes, is there something I can help with…?"
"We have a Benjamin Barnes here, he was found at Chestnut Park when he approached one of our officers. He said he got separated in a crowd and asked us to call you. Is this your nephew?"
"Yup," Bucky sighs, "That's my nephew, alright. Is his mom or aunt not with him?"
"No, sir. We checked the surrounding area but he wasn't able to spot them. Your phone number was the only one he could remember. Are you nearby to come collect him, or do you have an address we can bring him to? He wasn't sure what his address was either."
How convenient he didn't know his address or mom's phone number, but could probably rattle off all 50 states with their capitals if you asked him.
"I can come and get him."
"Officer Mills is with him now, they are near the east entrance of the park."
"Thanks." Bucky shook his head as he disconnected the call. Walking back over to the bar quickly to close his tab, "I gotta go," he tells Sam as he places cash on the bar.
"What's up? You need some help?"
"Small ones at it again, he must have heard something. Just got a call that my nephew, Benjamin Barnes, is at the park right now. He conveniently got separated from his mom and my phone number was the only one he knows," he answers with a knowing look.
"This kid deserves an award. Please can I come? I'm begging. I need to see this for myself."
"No." Bucky rolls his eyes, starting to walk out without another word. He holds his arm up to flag a cab.
Sam quickly tosses his own cash down and grabs his jacket, running to catch up with the super soldier.
"Are you going to call Y/n?" Sam asks as he finishes adjusting his jacket after he finally catches up.
"No, Sam. I thought I'd collect the kid and take him in as my own," he answers sarcastically, opening the door to the cab as it stopped in front of him.
"Well, he would probably be an excellent member of the team."
"We are not a team."
"Whatever you say, blue steel," Sam quickly opens the other side and slips in.
Once they're close enough Bucky spots Benji next to a hot dog vendor, chatting with the officer. Benji looks over and spots the two approaching through the crowd.
"Uncle Bucky!" He grins, looking over at the officer that was waiting with him, "My uncle is here, Officer Mills," he announces while pointing over at Bucky.
"Sorry for any trouble this might have caused. Thanks for having someone call and waiting with him," Bucky shakes the officer's hand.
"No problem, Sergeant Barnes. Glad to help. I was surprised when he said you were his uncle. Maybe you guys should start workin' on teachin' this guy his address and stickin' with his guardians in a crowd," Officer Mills instructs, looking down at Benji at the last part.
"Absolutely, I'm certain his parents will have a lot to say," Bucky answers, also giving Benji a pointed look.
After the officer walks away wishing them a good evening Bucky pulls out his phone.
"Alright, nephew, where is your mom?"
"She's at home…"
"And why are you not at home with her?"
"I thought it was a nice day for a walk…"
"Uh huh. Does she know you're out for a casual stroll on your own right now?"
"...Not so much…"
Bucky shakes his head and starts to open the contacts in his phone.
"Does anyone know you're out here?"
It was Benji's turn to shake his head.
Sam sits down against the ledge of the wall next to Benji. "You can't be out here walking by yourself, little man."
Bucky goes to tap on your contact, his eyebrow raising when he notices your name now seems to be under "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" with a photo of you laughing while eating ice cream he doesn't recall taking. He looks up at Benji with an eyebrow still raised.
Holding the phone up to his ear, it rings a few times before going to voicemail.
Bucky glares at the phone. He's about to start a text when the phone starts buzzing, "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" pops up on the screen with the ice cream shop photo on full display now.
"Hello, Y/n."
"Hey, Bucky…Sorry I just missed your call. What's up?"
"Do you happen to know where Benji is at the moment?"
"He's been in his room for a while, why do you ask?"
"You sure about that?" He questions while looking over at the roughly 4'2" boy in front of him that is currently in an animated conversation with Sam.
"Well, I was until you asked me that…his room has been blasting Party Rock Anthem for maybe half an hour now, but as far as I know he was in th-" Bucky hears loud music suddenly playing from your end and Y/n mutters a Benjamin under her breath, "Please tell me you have him."
"Well, not sure if he's achieved a cloning system, but I certainly have a close look-alike standing in front of me right now."
"That little punk... I'm so sorry, Bucky. Where are you? I'll come get him," he can hear you starting to rush around as the music shuts off.
"We can come to you, we're not far. We should be there in a few minutes."
"Thank you so much, Bucky. I really really appreciate it. I should probably go tell Nora her spawn escaped. Damnit, she's going to flip her lid… I'll see you soon."
"Tell her he's fine. Sam is with us too, we'll see you soon."
Bucky hangs up and joins the pair, "Alright, pal. We're dropping you back home. Your Aunt Y/n is expecting us now, and she's telling your mom about your Houdini act."
Benji's shoulders slump, "Do we have to?"
"Well, you kind of live there, and you're 8 years old. You can't be walking around by yourself. Especially without telling anyone. It's too dangerous out here by yourself, bud."
"I know, but I really needed to talk to you."
"What was so important you had to pull this stunt? You know my phone number," Bucky fixes another look at him while crossing his arms which sparks a small giggle from the boy.
"My tablet was charging and I didn't have a phone available.. I heard Aunt Y/n talking to my mom," he starts to explain looking ahead of them as they start their walk back.
"Okay?"
"Please don't give up on, Aunt Y/n."
"Not sure what you heard, pal? But we're still friends?"
"Friends is so lame! She didn't mean it. She said she panicked, but she really likes you. Even mentioned how um, handsome you were," he adjusts his answer with a side eye, "Also, she was worried we were too much for you. You don't think we're too much, do you?" He looks up at Bucky with a pout fully engaged.
"Well, Benjamin Barnes," he jokes, "I can't say you've been flying low under the radar here, pal. You certainly know how to make a statement," he ruffles his hair and puts his arm around his shoulders as they continue their walk.
Sam laughs and offers a fist bump to Benji.
Bucky continues, "But no, I wouldn't say you've all been too much. Just an adjustment. A nice one," he adds.
"You've managed to make robo-buck over here smile more than I've seen since I've known him," Sam comments. "Did you know when I met him, he ripped the steering wheel right out my car from my hands? Punched right through the windshield," Sam makes hand gestures to go along with the story. He and Bucky both glare at each other, Sam's has a smirk to his however.
"Whoa!" Benji shouts, "Can we try that with the car over there?! I wanna see!!"
Bucky huffs and pulls Benji along.
"Ignore everything Samuel says. Pretend he's not even here. I know I certainly do," Bucky mutters at the end.
"I was talking to.." Benji pauses, "Prudence.. about reincarnation. She says you knew Y/n in another life, but you never got together in that life, so your hearts are like puzzles with missing pieces and when you get together the puzzle will be complete. I know this because I'm younger and pure, so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."
"Wait, puzzles, cosmic forces… Why does that sound familiar?" Sam asks, squinting ahead in thought.
"BENJAMIN DAVID RUSSELL!"
"Dang, full government name. Nice knowing you kid," Sam lets out a low whistle.
They were still about 5 houses back, the front steps to their destination visible up ahead. Nora stood outside their doorway with her arms crossed.
"Get your scrawny butt in here, right now!" Nora points to the door.
"Farewell fellas, it was nice knowin' ya," Benji sends a salute and a wave to the pair as he slowly walks the rest of the way ahead of them.
"Inside, let's go," Nora instructs, "Straight to your room. You'll notice your speakers are no longer in there and the door is left open, keep it that way."
"But mom!"
"Nope, I don't want to hear it right now. Inside, move it."
Benji disappears inside and up the stairs.
"Thank you so much for bringing him home," Nora greets Bucky with a tight hug.
"Hi, I'm Nora," she introduces herself to Sam, "Thank you so much, truly I appreciate it," she pulls Sam into a hug as well.
"Great meeting you, big fan of your kid. Probably not what you want to hear right now though."
"Ha. Yeah, never a dull moment around here. Please come in and join us for dinner. We have some lasagna that's about to come out of the oven. It's the absolute least I can do to thank you both. You can fill me in on what scheme he pulled this time."
"Oh, we wouldn'–"
Sam cuts Bucky off, "We would love to!" He slaps Bucky on the back and then gives him a slight shove forward towards the doorway.
Y/n hears more voices and walks into the living room from the kitchen to join them as they file in through the front door. Following the same steps Nora had done previously, you greet Bucky and Sam with a hug while thanking them.
"Food should be ready in about 10 minutes. You guys wanna grab a seat in the kitchen? I'll grab some drinks. Theo should be here any second, you can fill us in on the latest shenanigan," Nora sighs walking over towards the fridge.
"I need more stories on this kid. Has he always been like this? I'm a little offended he didn't ask me to be his uncle," Sam jokes following Nora into the kitchen.
Bucky looks over at you.
"Hi…" you offer a small wave.
"Hi," he smirks back.
"Should I be worried about what has come out of his mouth this time?"
His smirk stays as he places a quick kiss to your cheek and walks into the kitchen without further comment.
Your eyes widen, "Wait, where are you going?? Bucky! What did he say??"
The adults all sat at the kitchen table.
Theo arrived home right as Bucky started his explanation of getting a call from the NYPD to collect his nephew.
"I spoke to him quickly before I went to talk to Y/n earlier. I should have known something was up after the 5th Party Rock loop. It just kept going. I assumed he was working on a dance routine or something," Nora looked over to Theo.
"Never trust Party Rock Anthem," Theo shook his head solemnly.
"Party Rock was not in the house tonight," she answers with a deadpan tone.
"Everybody just wants a good time," Theo continues while standing up, "but he's definitely gon' make us lose our minds.."
"We just wanna see you - shake that," Nora points over at him.
"Ev'ry day I'm shuff-shufflin'." Theo dances over to the staircase, "Prisoner number 6-2-4, your gruel is ready!" He shouts up the stairway.
Benji speeds his way down, "Hiya Dad, how was your day? You're looking great today. New shirt?"
"Wow, only butt-kissing level 5? You've done better than that. Let's go, menace." He walks back into the kitchen
"It's wild here and I love it. Hey Buck, we could be brother-husbands! …Misterwives? Co-husbands??" Bucky glares at him, "We can workshop it later," Sam sends him a wink with a nudge.
Nora laughs while your cheeks heat up across from them.
"Can I show Bucky something upstairs?" Benji asks as everyone cleans up from dinner.
"In your room?" Nora asks, suspicious of more shenanigans.
"Uh, yeah…? Please! It'll be quick."
Benji grabs Bucky's hand and leads him up the stairs.
"This is my room," he points towards the open doorway leading to his room as they walk by, "but this is what I wanted to show you," he opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to another set of stairs going up to the attic space.
"Ta-daaa!" Benji flips the switch at the top of the stairs, turning on the soft string lights set up around the room. A blanket fort with lights was set up surrounding the large plush sofa, various pillows and piles of soft and fluffy blankets scattered along both the sofa and the floor in front of it. Fake candles and lanterns dotted around the area. A large stack of movies rests on the floor next to an empty bowl labeled "popcorn" and a dusty bottle of wine.
A large projector screen was set up across from the sofa fort with lights also surrounding it, and in the middle was a projector on top of a tripod facing the screen.
"This is our movie hang out room. I made some additions to it. You and Aunt Y/n should have a movie night!" He grins up at the stunned brunette.
"Pal, this is… wow.. This is a really cool setup you have here..."
Two sets of footsteps joining them can be heard, "Benjamin if I come up here and you have Bucky locked up or something, I swear- whoa," you stop short and look around, "What's all this??"
"A movie night for you and Bucky!" Benji bounces up and down, arms out wide.
"What the shiiii-zz," Sam corrects himself in present company, "This is incredible. Now I'm really doubling down on misterwives. Does that popcorn machine over in the corner work??"
After a heavy back and forth debate, Benji somehow convinced Bucky to stay for a movie and Sam to come back another night for the next family movie marathon.
Benji had grabbed Sam's sleeve and tugged him to follow back downstairs.
"Will you sign my Captain America car Bucky got me? What's your favorite kind of car? Do you have a car or do you just use your wings? Can I see redwing next time??"
"Good luck, Sam!" You called down to him.
"Night lovebirds!"
You look over at Bucky, "I'm sorry for self-destructing the other night… I didn't want to overload you. There's been a lot of schemes by an 8 year old going on," you motion around you.
"Well, friend," he gives you a cheeky look, "with how hard Benji has been working on his schemes, your avoidance skills have been understandable. I don't blame you for not wanting to be with some well past his time grump like me that has a questionable history an-"
"That's not what I meant. I just wanted you to have your own choice in all of this. I know how persuasive that little punk can be. I feel bad we've essentially kidnapped you multiple times now."
"Not exactly kidnapping if I've been willingly showing up. I'll let you in on a secret though. When we walked out at the start of that event, I noticed both of you before Benji even walked up to ask his question. Benji was fidgeting, tugging at your sleeve and you- and your hair," he chuckles, tugging at a rogue brightly colored curl, "caught my attention almost immediately. Something was already pulling me to both of you before the schemes even began and I'm honored for whatever crazy reason it brought me here."
You hold your pinky up, "Promise you'll tell us if the crazy gets to be too much?"
He hooks his pinky around yours and tugs you in, his lips brushing against yours. You eagerly return his kiss, pushing up on your toes slightly to better reach.
Bucky pulls back and smirks, "Do your worst."
"Don't let him hear you say that," you laugh pulling him back in.
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You both moved to the sofa as you looked over the stack of movies Benji set aside, "Of course…such a punk."
"What?" Bucky asks, trying to see the titles you were looking at.
"I really should have seen this one coming. There seems to be a theme going on here with his selections for us," you turn the stack towards him.
The Princess Bride,
Arsenic and Old Lace,
The Wedding Singer,
Corpse Bride,
My Big Fat Greek Wedding,
The Proposal,
Just Married,
The Wedding Planner,
27 Dresses,
Bride of Chucky,
and Shrek.
"Arsenic and Old Lace? Is this a wedding movie too?"
"Kind of? It starts with a couple from Brooklyn eloping at city hall. Mostly it's about two older aunts poisoning men and shoving them in their window seat…Fun times. The back says it's from 1944, have you heard of it?"
He shakes his head, "I shipped out in '43."
"Right. Well, one of my favorite lines from it is highly relatable. He goes I probably should have told you this before, but insanity runs in my family…it practically gallops. I should print that on a custom welcome mat for our front door," you laugh.
He holds up Shrek next, "and this one with the green guy…?"
"I actually think you'll enjoy the friendship between Shrek and Donkey in that one. Their banter reminds me of another pair you may know," you give him a side eye glance.
"He's friends with a donkey? What is the green guy supposed to be? He doesn't marry the donkey, right?"
"Yup, we're watching this one. Pass the popcorn bowl, pleease. I'll go fill it." You grin as you kiss his cheek.
(😉🧩❤️ did you catch the reference? ☝️)
If you have any diabolical ideas, my asks are open. If it sparks an idea you just might get lucky to see more 😏
Thanks again for your submission @kilikina34512 🥰
"I’m so in love already with Benji! I could see this boy somehow getting lost at the park and telling a police officer, “Can you call my Uncle instead of my mom? He’s the Winter Soldier!” and having Bucky come get him just to keep from getting in trouble with his mom! 😂"
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Everybody Hurts
Chapter 3
Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader
Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.
18+ Only for eventual smut
Next chapter: 09/13
Word Count: 5.7K
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You stiffened at his rude inquiry, your spine straightened, hackles raised instantly. His tone sounded offended, rude, as if you had no right to be here, as if you hadn’t been invited. Maybe he didn’t know you but was that really how he greeted somebody new? Not so much as a hello or a nice to meet you? Who in the hell did this guy think he was?
Clearly, you’d been suffering temporary insanity brought on by big brown eyes, long brown hair, full lips, and a leather jacket. Teenage you had come out to play for just a moment, flashing back to all those teen romances you’d read, the movies and t.v. shows you’d watched, getting lost in fantasies of misunderstood bad boys who just needed the right girl to love them. This guy definitely looked the part but adult you, rational you, quickly slammed back into place at his rude question.
“This is Y/N,” Steve answered before you had a chance to rip the guy a new one, a warm hand coming to cover your own that was still resting on his arm as if he could sense your sudden tension. He probably could with the way your body had snapped rigid like a wire pulled taut. “She’s new to Hawkins. She doesn’t know many people yet so she’s hanging out with us tonight. And if you hadn’t already guessed, this would be Eddie.”
Those mocha colored pools, depths you’d almost lost yourself in, narrowed, his nose wrinkled up as if he suddenly smelled something bad, “Didn’t know you had a new flavor of the week, Harrington. What is she doing here? I thought we all agreed that we didn’t bring extras to our annual bonfire?”
Extras? Flavor of the week? Was he being serious right now? Fuck him and his ridiculous jawline and his lashes that should be a sin and his tantalizing neck with those thick tendons running down the side that you were just now noticing as he lifted his chin toward the sky, as if asking the heavens to answer his question.
Ugh, he wasn’t even that cute anyway. His attitude and tone were definitely making it easier for you to get control of yourself once again. You stepped forward, noticing how silent the entire group had suddenly gotten in the last two minutes. Mindless chatter, a variety of conversations murmured around the fire, had filled the air prior to this Eddie guy’s arrival. Now everyone stood silent, suddenly very interested in the exchange in front of them as if they were all waiting for your reaction.
“I am no one’s flavor of the week. Trust me, I have far too much self respect for that shit. I’m also not some stray cat that you didn’t want but your girlfriend picked up off the street anyway and brought home so now you have to tolerate it,” you seethed, fist clenching at your side, nails digging into your palm, your body struggling against the anger and annoyance coursing through you. “So sorry if my being here is a problem for you.”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched, as if he were on the verge of smiling, but just as quickly his mouth was set in a hard, firm line once again, his jaw clenching, “Never said it was a problem for me. You’re not impacting my evening. Just thought we’d already agreed on the rules. This night is not for outsiders but clearly Harrington disagrees. Man can’t seem to resist a pretty face.”
“Steve wasn’t the one who invited her. I did,” Max interjected, stepping forward into Eddie, blocking his view of you in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “She came into the diner earlier to grab some lunch and we got to talking. She’s new in town and I thought it would be nice for her to meet some people, make some friends. So stop being such a dick, okay?”
“Not gonna happen. You should know me better than that and I don’t need anymore friends, Red,” he muttered, stepping away from the fire, toward the water’s edge, into the darkness.
All you could make out was the outline of his back against the moon that was slowly rising over the water and a faint orange glow as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke above his head.
“Jesus, what the hell is his problem?” you muttered softly, annoyance still present, an insistent pulsing against your temples.
Steve shrugged a shoulder, his lips pursing to the side as he tilted his head, considering his answer, “He’s just…he’s Eddie. I don’t know. He’s got a massive chip on his shoulder these days. He didn’t used to be so…”
“Assholey?” asked Max.
“He’s not an asshole,” argued Dustin, jumping to his friend’s defense instantly, surprising you with his vehement tone. “He can be moody but he’s been through a lot of shit. He kind of has every right to be and you all know it.”
“We’ve all been through a lot of shit,” Lucas stated, leaving you even more confused.
It only served to remind you that you were exactly what Eddie had said, the outsider. You didn’t know any of these people. Clearly, there was something that bonded them together, something this Eddie guy didn’t want you to be a part of. Something that had changed him, if Dustin and Steve were to be believed.
“That’s no excuse for him to be a dick,” Lucas smiled, lips tight, at you. “I’m sorry. He’ll come around. He just struggles a bit with anyone new. He’s more comfortable with his close circle. He always has been but it’s just…whatever.”
You weren’t sure if you should ask but your curiosity was getting the better of you, especially with all the cryptic comments, “When you say you’ve all been through a lot, what do you mean?”
“Oh, you know,” Dustin scoffed, shrugging but you noticed his voice was a little too high, as if he were suddenly nervous, the young guy sounding like he was going through puberty all over again. “Just normal life shit. Lucas just means we’ve all been through stuff but that doesn’t mean you have to be a jerk, you know?”
“Yeah,” Robin piped in, her smile just a tad too wide, only adding to your suspicion that something more was going on here. “I’m sure you’ve been through stuff too. Everyone has a sob story, right? I mean, I know I do. I’m gay so, like, that really sucked for a while. I had this crush on this girl in school but I could never tell her because if it came out then they would be coming with pitchforks and torches for me, you know? So, I was single for, like, ever because it’s way harder for someone like me. You can’t just tell people you like them. Rejection is actually the best case scenario for me. The worst being me strung up, ready to burn at the stake and I have just met you and I probably didn’t need to tell you all that. I’m sorry.” She cringed, clutching her first with her other hand. “I tend to ramble, like the words just keep coming and I don’t know how to stop them and…”
“Robin,” Nancy said gently, her hand coming to rest on Robin’s shoulder, instantly quieting the anxious girl who just laughed uncomfortably.
“I didn’t scare you off or anything, did I?”
Your eyes were wide, but you shook your head, “No. You didn’t scare me off. I mean, that was a lot all at once but it’s okay. No worries. I’m not running to get a pitchfork or a torch.”
“Oh good. That’s a relief,” Robin giggled, the sound almost ear shattering, it was so shrill. “I would hate to run you off when we’re just getting to know you. Unlike tall, dark, and grumpy over there…” She hitched her thumb in Eddie’s direction, “...the rest of us like to meet new people. At least, cool new people and you definitely seem like a cool, new person, you know? Not the ignorant, judgy, dingus kind of people.”
Max groaned, “I am really sorry. I probably should have warned you a bit more about what you were getting yourself into with this group.”
“No need to be sorry. I am loving everyone here,” you assured her.
Well, maybe with one exception, the exception that was making his way back over to the group at the moment, keeping his eyes down on his hands, messing with one of his rings that appeared to be a large skull. He came up next to Dustin, his eyes flicking up to yours for just a second before pointedly turning away, leaving you embarrassed that you’d been caught looking at him again.
“New girl,” came a voice from your left as an arm slung around your shoulders and you looked up to find Argyle smiling down at you. “You ready to partake in some Purple Palm Tree Delight, my friend?”
“I don’t know because I still don’t know what that is,” you laughed.
Jonathan leaned forward, pulling a joint from the front pocket of Argyle’s shirt, presenting it to you with a grin, “This, my friend, is Purple Palm Tree Delight. It will make all your worries float away like the seeds of a dandelion.”
“Ahh, see, back home we just called it pot,” you told them. “We didn’t have different kinds of names for it. Everyone got theirs from Billy Bud and it was all the same.”
“Billy Bud?” snorted Eddie, hands deep in his pockets, shaking his head. “What a stupid name.”
“So says the guy who used to get all his shit from a guy named Reefer Rick,” Steve ridiculed, holding his hand out and looking to the rest of the group for support. “Because that’s so much cooler.”
“Reefer Rick sounds a hell of a lot better than Billy Bud,” Eddie hurled back. “Where in the hell are you even from? Hicksville, U.S.A.?”
“Seriously? From a guy that lives in Hawkins, Indiana?” you snapped. “I’m from Galena you prick. It’s a small town in Illinois, pretty damn similar to this podunk town you live in. Sorry my weed dealer’s name isn’t up to your standards. I didn’t know there were different social classes for low life criminals.”
“So someone dealing a little pot makes them a low life criminal?” he demanded, those eyes flashing at you, burning brighter than the flames between them.
“No, but dealing drugs laced with shit that causes kids to O.D. is. My friends bought weed from him until he got locked up for lacing his coke with fentanyl. He got busted after some kid two towns over died.”
Eddie’s tongue ran along the front of his teeth, his hands slipping from his pockets, arms folded over his chest, “Okay. Yeah, that would make him a low life piece of shit. Sorry princess. Didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, there. I’m surprised you even knew the name of the local drug dealer in your town. Wouldn’t think a girl like you would partake in a little law breaking and possibly tarnish your reputation.”
“A girl like me?” you mused, your head slanted, a tight smile on your lips. “Please enlighten me. What kind of girl am I since you seem to think you know me so well?”
“Yeah, I think I do. See, I knew tons of girls like you in school, the kind of girls who flinched when I walked by, the big scary freak.” He wiggled his fingers, eyebrows lifting. “The girls who didn’t want to be seen with me and have someone think they’d lowered their standards. Let me guess. You were the good girl, the one who always turned her assignments in on time and couldn’t go to the party on Saturday because there would be drinking.” He gasped, covering his chest with his hands. “You dated the jock, the all-American good boy that the whole town loved, the golden boy who could do no wrong. You wore his letterman jacket around school and giggled with your friends after the night he popped your cherry, probably saved it for after prom which you thought was so romantic just like the walking stereotype you were. It was a magical night, the perfect night with the perfect guy.” His voice rose three octaves, hands clasped in front of him as he batted his eyelashes. “You were probably crowned the King and Queen of your little townie school and you just knew you would live happily ever after. Am I close? Did you marry that guy, princess? Huh? Did you get your happily ever after with Prince Charming?”
His words were choking you, lodged so tightly in your throat that you couldn’t catch a breath. You swallowed hard, pushing them down, even as they bruised painfully on the way down, scraping harshly against the sides like shards of broken glass. You would not allow this dickhead to make you break in front of him. There was no way you were giving this smug bastard that kind of satisfaction.
“Actually, I did marry that guy and I thought I had my happily ever ever…that is until I walked in on him fucking my best friend in our bed,” you spat through clenched teeth. “All-American boy turned out to be an All-American asshole. And now my happily ever after has turned into me divorced and moving to this town after he left me with nothing. Happy now? Feeling pretty proud of yourself for your assessment?”
Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, his head whipping back so quickly that you were surprised not to hear a crack. His eyes darted around the group as if seeking help but none was to be found as everyone else just stood silent, staring between the two of you. Apparently his little monologue hadn’t gone the way he planned.
“Oh? What? Are you actually speechless now?” you snarled. “Nothing else to say to me? You can wipe that look off your face because I don’t need any fucking pity, especially not from an asshole like you. And just so you know, you were a bit off. Yeah, I was Prom Queen but my cherry got popped in the bed of a Ford pickup truck after a football game. I was never one for stereotypical traditions. And yeah, I was a model student and a good girl but I’ve never been afraid to break a few rules.”
You held your hand out to Jonathan who quickly passed over the joint, digging a lighter from his pocket to hand over as well, clearly anxious to do anything to break the tension that was as thick as the smoke billowing off the bonfire.
“Thank you,” you snapped, suddenly desperate for the head numbing buzz the joint would provide.
You brought it between your lips, lighting it and taking small puffs, inhaling slow and shallow. The last thing you needed was to hack up a lung and look like an amateur after you had talked such a big game in front of that jerk.
You hadn’t been lying. You had never been what you’d call a bad girl, but you hadn’t exactly been squeaky clean either. You’d smoked your share of weed but it had been years since the last time. Proud of yourself, you took a couple puffs before you passed the joint to Argyle’s waiting hand, giving Eddie a superior smile. He surprised you when he gave a little half-smile and a nod, his tongue darting out from the corner of his mouth before he looked down at the sand, pushing it around with the toe of his boot.
The joint made its way around the group, almost everyone partaking. Nancy, Robin, Dustin, El, and Will passed on it. When Max offered it to Steve, he accepted it with an eager smile.
“Really?” you teased, your eyebrows raising in surprise. “Mr. Police Officer, aren’t you supposed to uphold the law, not break it?”
Steve snorted, shrugging, “I’m the police. What are they going to do about it? Arrest me?” He inhaled deeply before handing it back to you. You took another hit, passing it back to him so he could hit it again before he passed it over to Eddie’s outstretched hand. Steve slung his arm around your shoulders, whispering, “Hey. You want a s’more? Because I really want a s’more.”
“Yes!” you shrieked, giggling. Damn, maybe that hadn’t been the best idea after all. It had been so long you could already feel the effects hitting you, your brain a warm and fuzzy place, comforting and quiet for once. Never mind. That had been an excellent idea because this was exactly what you needed.
“It’s s’mores time!” Steve yelled, arms over his head as he raced back through the woods, re-emerging a moment later, his arms full with a graham cracker box, a bag of marshmallows, and a package of chocolate bars. “Eddie! You got the pokers?”
“Yeah, man,” he chuckled. “Let me go get them out of the van.”
You made your way over to the sand, dropping down next to Robin and Nancy. You dropped onto your back, looking up at the vast sky, the stars innumerable above the lake, away from all the light pollution. It was positively beautiful, vast, a world of endless possibilities that stretched on forever, so many pathways just waiting to be chosen. You got a chance so many others didn’t, a chance to start over, to do it right, and you had no intention of throwing that away.
“Life is so funny…” you mused, turning your head to look at Nancy and Robin. “You think it’s over, you know? You think it’s the end. Boom. Book closed. That’s it. Your story is done. But then you move somewhere new and there’s all these doors…these doors you can open and start a new story. Maybe I’m starting a new story and you’re all going to be characters in it too. Maybe this book was just sitting on the shelf, waiting for me to crack the spine and dive in.”
Nancy laughed softly, patting your arm like a mother with a silly child, “When was the last time you smoked, honey?”
Your lips came together, a pfft noise releasing between your lips, “Long time…like so long…but it’s nice. My brain is quiet finally. No bad thoughts. No noise. It’s so fuzzy. I like it.”
“Oh boy,” Robin chuckled. “I’m sure you do.”
“Is she alive?” came Eddie’s voice and you straightened your head, blinking and struggling to look up at the face looking down at you from above. “You doing okay there, Prom Queen?”
“Shut up,” you groaned, slapping your hand at nothing but air. Of course he would be amused at your inability to handle your weed. He was such a jerk, a beautiful, annoying jerk. “Don’t call me that. Aren’t you supposed to be roasting marshmallows or something?”
“Yeah, I suppose that I am,” he replied, the amusement in his voice just grating your nerves even further. “I’ll bring you one if you’re still conscious, little rule breaker.”
“Fuck off,” you muttered, rolling over to your hands, pressing yourself into a sitting position, watching his shoulders rise and fall with his laughter as he made his way over to Steve. “He’s so annoying.”
“He’s really not that bad,” Robin countered, wrapping her arms around her knees. “He seems prickly but he’s really a teddy bear under all that growling and snarling.”
You rolled your eyes, thinking Robin was giving him more credit than he deserved. You barely knew him and he’d managed to piss you off multiple times already. It was like he was on a mission to press every single button of yours that he could find, his own personal game of Whack-a-Mole, seeing how many he could hit before you finally cracked and came unglued. It was a game he was very close to winning.
“He really isn’t that bad but I am sorry for those things he said to you. He shouldn’t have done that,” Nancy told you softly. “Him and Robin share the unfortunate trait of not having a filter. They tend to just say whatever they’re thinking whether they should or not. Did you really catch your husband with your best friend?”
You pressed your fingers against your eyes, wishing you could press away the question, press away the image that would forever be burned into your mind. Once again you were cursing Eddie. He was getting under your skin again and he wasn’t even near you because now he was forcing you to share your moment of mortification. You did not want to talk about this. You’d had no intention of sharing it and never would have if he wouldn’t have pushed you to be so angry, to forget yourself. But the weed was quickly working its magic, all of the pain, shame, and anger melting away, replaced with a heavy sense of calm.
“Yeah, I did,” you answered finally. What did it matter now? They’d all heard you say it anyway. There was no locking up that particular box again. “They’d been sleeping together for a year and I had no idea.” You smashed your lips together angrily, held your hands out. “Pretty stupid, right? Who doesn’t know that the two people they trust most in the world are betraying them for a year? An idiot, that’s who.”
“You’re not an idiot,” Nancy argued, shaking her head. “No. They’re idiots. What horrible excuses for humans.”
“Assholes!” Robin huffed. “All of the people on this planet and they chose each other? How could they even look at themselves in the mirror after doing something so awful?”
“I don’t know…” you sighed, having asked yourself the same question multiple times. How could they? It was enough that Cam had cheated but if you were honest, it didn’t really surprise you that much. He’d always been seeking the new, shiny thing. But Cassie, your best friend, the person you turned to for everything, the person you’d shared your concerns about your marriage with, never knowing she should have been one of your concerns. You still struggled to believe that Cassie, someone who had been like a sister to you, was capable of such treachery.
“So, that’s why you’re here?” inquired Nancy. “You left him?”
“Obviously I left him. There was no way I was sticking around after that. He tried. He tried to tell me it was just sex but he really loved me. But how could that be true when they’d been screwing around for a whole year? They lied, told me it was a one time thing, but I found out. No way was I staying with him. And how could I ever look at either of them again and not see…what I saw. The divorce was just finalized yesterday but I walked out a year ago.”
“A year ago? But you said you only moved here four months ago,” Robin commented.
“I did. I lived with my parents for a while.” You groaned. “I know, even more pathetic. I knew it was pathetic. I did not want to be thirty and still living at home with mommy and daddy. Hell, I didn’t even want to be in that town anymore so I found a teaching job here and then I bought a house and here I am.”
“Well, I for one am really glad you’re here,” Nancy told you with a warm smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in tight.
“Me too,” Robin added.
“I’m starting to be glad I’m here too,” you admitted softly, enjoying the pleasant feeling of finally belonging somewhere.
“Hey, I brought you a s’more,” Steve interrupted, dropping down next to you on the sand, holding out the gooey treat.
“Thanks,” you said, accepting it with a smile and taking a bite. Oh, it was so good, like the best s’more you’d ever had but it could just be the weed talking. The chocolate melted in your mouth, sweetness coating your tongue. The melty marshmallow was sticky and delicious. You scarfed it down quickly.
“Oh, you’ve got some…” Steve gestured toward your mouth with his finger. You attempted to swipe where you thought he meant. “No, it’s…uh, here. I’ll get it.” He smiled softly as his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, your lower lip. “There you go.”
“Uhh…thanks…” you whispered awkwardly.
Your skin prickled and you glanced over, noticing a dark pair of eyes watching you from across the fire where he sat between Mike and Dustin. As your gaze met his, Eddie quickly looked over toward Mike as if he’d been caught and didn’t want you to know he was watching. You hated the way your brain wished for him to turn your way again, hated the pull you felt toward him even knowing what an asshole he was.
“You’re welcome,” Steve murmured. His eyes darted around the treeline before returning to yours. “Hey, uh, do you need a ride home from here?”
“No, I’ve got my bike,” you answered quickly, not wanting Steve to get the wrong idea.
“You probably shouldn’t ride home in the dark,” he insisted.
“Or high,” Robin teased.
“Oh come on. In Hawkins? What could possibly happen to me here?” you snorted.
The look they all shared sent a shiver of fear racing along your spine. You didn’t know why. There was no context behind it, nothing about this place that seemed sinister, but that look they shared spoke volumes. It made you think something could be lurking in the shadows, something they all knew about that you didn’t.
“Small town or not, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Bad things can happen anywhere,” Nancy told you.
“Eddie could take her home,” Dustin offered, cutting in on the conversation from across the fire. “He’s got plenty of room in his van for her bike.”
“Oh no,” you argued, shaking your head. Maybe you shouldn’t ride home after smoking. Maybe there were things to be scared of waiting in the dark of Hawkins. But you would face any monster over having to get a ride home from Eddie. The guy clearly couldn’t stand you. You did not want to be stuck in a van with him. “Seriously, I will be fine.”
“Yeah, I’m guessing the Prom Queen would prefer it if the King took her home,” Eddie muttered without even looking up, the toes of his boots digging into the sand, fingers messing with one of his rings again.
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked.
“It’s a dig at me,” Steve explained, his eyes rolling back. “They called me King Steve when I was in high school.”
“Yeah, see? Lucky you. You didn’t even know when you moved here that Hawkins has its very own King for you,” Eddie told you, lifting his head, eyes meeting yours almost as if he were challenging you but you didn’t know what exactly he was challenging you to.
Was he trying to hook you up with Steve? You could not think of anything you wanted less. Steve was good-looking. You’d have to be blind not to see that. He was beautiful and kind and everything you should want. But you were not looking to date anyone, not even the gorgeous but extremely rude jerk that was currently glaring at you.
You obviously couldn’t trust your own judgment. Of course you’d been attracted to the jerk. That seemed to be a theme in your life. But you didn’t move to Hawkins to start some romance. You’d moved here to start over, to find yourself. You’d been with Cam since you were fifteen and you wanted to know who you were without him. That girl was hiding, buried somewhere deep, and you needed to find her, to finally let her breathe.
“Steve’s car isn’t going to have room for her bike,” Dustin pointed out, sounding like they were all idiots for not having thought of that, clearly thinking he was being helpful when he was being anything but. You had to fight the urge to pick up a rock and throw it at him. “Your van is the only thing big enough to fit a bike.”
“I can just bike home,” you insisted. “Really. I appreciate the offer but…”
Eddie sighed deeply, rising to his feet, “Come on, Prom Queen. Get your bike.”
“You don’t…”
“Just get the damn bike,” he huffed, swinging his arm in the direction of it.
You rose to your feet, fists clenched at your sides. “Don’t tell me what to do, you dick. I am perfectly capable of riding home!” You swayed on your feet and Steve’s hands shot up, grabbing onto your calves to hold you steady.
“You can hardly stand, Prom Queen, you ain’t riding a bike anywhere,” Eddie pointed out, one eyebrow lifted, looking so adorable. No, damn it, he was not adorable. He was annoying, infuriating.
He walked over, grabbing your bike himself when it was clear you weren’t going to and started wheeling it toward the woods. You growled in frustration, stomping off after him, trying to ignore the laughter of the group still back at the fire. You had to half run to keep up with his long strides. He was moving purposefully, clearly eager to get you home and be done with you.
“You don’t have to drive me home,” you huffed.
“Look, Prom Queen, I am not any happier about this situation than you are,” he ground between clenched teeth. “But I also don’t need to hear shit from them when you ride into a tree or off into a ditch and break something.”
Flinging open the back doors of the van, he lifted your bike up and in without any struggle. Damn, he was obviously fit. Your eyes roamed from the top of that mop of waves to the tip of his steel-toed boots, wondering what his body looked like under all that leather and denim. His shirt rode up, revealing plaid boxers, pale skin not touched by the sun, and you pressed your thighs together against the deep tingle that was your body responding to him.
Eddie hopped down and you averted your gaze quickly, but not quickly enough for him not to notice the way you’d been lusting after him like some horny teenager.
He smirked, tongue slipping over his top lip, “See something you like there?”
“You mean an arrogant, judgmental asshole who doesn’t bother to get to know someone before making assumptions about them? No thanks. Maybe you should get your eyes checked, Eddie. They’ve got to be playing a trick on you if you think I like anything about the sight of you.”
“Uh-huh…whatever you say.” He chortled as he closed the back and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and waving his hand, “Get in.”
You stomped over, grabbing onto the frame to climb up and in the passenger seat. Eddie started the van. The music roared, causing you to jump and he chuckled as he flipped the volume dial down a bit. Eddie pulled away, driving slowly over the uneven ground until you reached the road and he floored it, shooting off down the asphalt.
“Where am I taking you?” he asked simply after a few minutes.
“444 Euclid,” you answered shortly.
Your eyes roamed over the side of him, falling on those pale ragged lines on his throat. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, folding your hands to keep from reaching out and tracing those lines with your fingers.
“Can I ask…uh…what happened?” you queried, your voice nervous and quiet.
“What happened to what?”
“Your…your neck?”
His knuckles tensed on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, and you watched his throat move as he swallowed. Your question had caused him anxiety, that much was obvious. You sat silently, gripping your own hands tightly, hoping you hadn’t managed to just piss him off again.
“Raccoons,” he muttered.
“Raccoons?” you asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, rabid raccoons in the woods. Guess they had rabies or some shit. I had to get shots,” Eddie stated in a way that let you know the topic was closed.
Rabid raccoons? Was he for real? You supposed it was possible but that sounded crazy. You tried to picture a bunch of raccoons just going insane and attacking some random guy in the woods. Regardless, you obviously weren't getting any more answers tonight.
That was the entirety of your conversation. You sat, arms folded, eyes focused on looking out the window as you tried to make sense of the conflicting responses you were having to this guy sitting less than a foot from you. It didn’t matter. No matter how hot he was, he clearly couldn’t stand you and had zero interest in getting to know the new girl who’d invaded his friends group. Well, that was fine. You weren’t exactly keen on getting to know him right now either.
You breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled up to your house, glad to get out of this awkward situation. Silently, he got out and got your bike out of the back for you, setting it down on the driveway. You hopped out, taking the handlebars in your hands and making your way toward the garage before turning to him.
“Uh, thanks for the ride,” you mumbled, thinking that even if he didn’t deserve it, you should at least be polite after the guy hauled you and your bike home.
“No problem, Prom Queen,” he replied with a roll of his eyes and a snort, unable to even be civil for a moment. Eddie turned away from you and climbed into his van without so much as a goodbye.
You put your bike in the garage, teeth grinding over his rudeness, and then closed the door, digging in your purse for your keys. You glanced up as you made your way to the door to find Eddie still sitting in the van in front of your house. He didn’t pull away until you closed and locked the door behind you.
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Do you have any advice you're able to give currently on dealing with ableist harassment and dogpiles? It's the whole nine yards - people putting words in our mouth even to the point of claiming we said the opposite of what we said; calling us crazy and insane and saying we should be institutionalized; blaming us for horrific and violent ableist harassment of people who also reblogged the same post we did who disagreed with us; and directly talked over and erased my experiences as a severely disabled person.
(What I said literally boiled down to: "hey, let's not moralize having hobbies because it doesn't make people less capable of harm or more likely to be an asshole, and also please stop saying all disabled people are abled enough to have hobbies because I've been disabled enough before to not be able to have even consumptive (meaning like watching tv or listening to music) hobbies for long stretches of time". There's a similar longer version of that on my personal blog as well, but the harassment is on my shared disability sideblog.)
Like I guess I just... it's okay if people disagree, but the amount of other disabled people who were actively cruel and literally saying people like me don't exist and being so desperate to shut me up talking about my experiences with ableism that they spam harassed the blog is really hard. Like I've been on the internet long enough to know that this is utterly par for the course for disability discourse and even to know that any claim of "can you believe someone said [ridiculous thing] is ableist" is a dogwhistle that it's either manipulation of or outright lies about what the original disabled person actually said in order to shut down the actual conversation but...
I know you've dealt with this, so do you have any more advice on how to handle it than "turn off anon, temporarily turn off asks if necessary, delete the reblog if the harassment gets too much" (already done, mod health comes before discourse as a hard rule)? Especially for like, dealing with the internal emotions about it and not just the situation?
Um also if you don't want to answer this at all feel free to just like, put a stop sign emoji or something and I won't send any more asks about it. I know you publish all asks but since I know this is a stressful subject I still wanna let you know that I will NOT be an unsafe person if you just wanna tell me to fuck off X)
This has been sitting in my inbox for quite a while bc I didn't have the energy to answer it.
There's no one good way to deal with dogpiles, and you've already listed most of them. A couple more, randomly:
Make sure you take time away. Go see a movie bc it'll make you put your phone away, you know?
Have someone else look at your asks and emails so you ain't gotta.
Report shit. It won't really do anything, but it'll make you feel better, anyway.
If you're actually physically threatened or any of the things really twig your "something is really wrong," make a Google Drive folder and stash screenshots in case shit escalates to you needing to talk to law enforcement. If nothing else, it'll help you feel like you're in control.
The last one is more helpful than you'd think.
I hope it's let up for you.
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Table number six p.5/...
pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader
summary: first kiss or last kiss?
warnings: mentions of sex
word count: 2,2K
notes: :* @laneyspaulding19 @f1obessed
The rest of the morning was wrapped in the same vibe. You did the most talking and Charles was quiet. You started to get use to that. So what if you are the one do the talking and he is just listening, or at least trying to look like that. You didn’t have energy to think about why is it like this between the two of you.
What are you gonna wear?
Charles pulled you out of your thoughts. You were lost at what he was implying.
What do you mean?
For the dance of course.
Ah, the gala event you’ve been politely invited by Pascale. As you told Gabriel if he wants to go with you, he agreed and wanted to come up with the details of matching the two of you together but thanks to his curious hands you haven’t had the chance to talk about it.
I really don’t know. I haven’t thought much of it.
Well you should, it’s in two days.
That is true. It’s two days, it’s gonna be glamorous and all and you don’t even have a dress, not even the idea of which to buy!
We’re gonna go shopping.
What?!
Charles made you to go shopping with him, he didn’t give you a chance to disagree whatsoever. If you disagree I can pull out right here and you can nicely go home by yourself. It was harsh if you had to be honest but as you’ve been taken aback by such behaviour, you chose to stay frozen instead of fighting back. So now you walking next to Charles in your comfy clothes in the most fanciest place ever to buy a fancy dress. You immediately thought of the movie Pretty Woman, you hoped they won’t kick you out as well…
Try these.
Charles I’ve already tried like thousands of them!
Yeah so thousand more to find the right one.
You just snorted at his statement and felt extreme annoyance within you. You just hate your guts sometimes! Why are you so childish about this.
Try these.
Charles handed you another one. They were red and quite goldenish at the same time, strapless, cinched at the waist with a slit from the side down. It went straight to the middle of your thigh so it looked proper and not slutty.
So?
Give me a sec.
As you took a look at yourself you grasped. Way too loud because Charles opened the curtains and saw your reflection in the mirror. You looked at his reaction and it appeared that he stopped breathing for a sec. Gulping a little he restored his posture and spoke.
They are perfect.
Right? I cannot believe how well they look.
They fit you well.
You took a look into his eyes and you saw the same intense feeling from him as before in the library. You started to think about what it’s about. But you were currently so full of yourself looking spectacular you switched back to the mirror.
Clothes make a person.
No- you make the dress look great.
And with his saying, he disappeared once again behind the curtains.
Charles
I saw her in that dress, looking fantastic. I cannot even describe properly. I just knew if I’d stayed any longer in the cabin with her, I wouldn’t hold myself no more. I’m fucked. It’s a fucked up situation. There is no one on my mind as much as she is. No one ever made me feel this way in such a short time. She makes me act silly. Going shopping with her so I can know which colour of her dress it’ll be. So I can match… like a foolish boy. Is this what falling in love feels like?
After your shopping he pulled you off to your apartment saying goodbye to you. No kisses, no hugs. He is really confusing you. Opening the door to your apartment you meet your bestie.
Heyyyyy. What’s up girl??
Ohhhh, hey! You know, the ordinary. One guy is hot and cold toward me and the other one made me full of him.
Girl!! You gross as fuck!
You had to laugh. You always joke when you’re in a situation that is unfamiliar to you and somewhat uncomfortable. Gabriel was fine, but the way Charles made you feel was making you uncomfortable.
I went shopping.
You?
Yes me.
Without me?? Girl are you serious-
I didn’t plan it okay? It was Charles's idea.
You knew what was coming next. Plenty of questions. You went to make yourself a coffee to go all through it.
Girl he went shopping with you? Like are you aware he is a guy??
Hahahah girl of course I am.
You were way too aware, you thought about his cock way too much then it's comfortable for you to admit it.
He has to like you. I knew it.
What!?
Well first the library then this. Who would go shopping with you just like that?
I’m sorry??
She was right though. You knew where she is heading. It was way too boyfriend girlfriend thing to do. You never believed in friendships with guys. They always wanted to fuck you as you always found out, or at least kiss you or take you out on a date.
You went to bed even more confused thanks to your conversation with Mary.
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The day after tomorrow came quickly and you found yourself preparing in your bathroom. Gabriel was to arrive just in a minute to pick you up. You haven’t seen each other since the morning with Charles. You think he got scared away a little bit.
Hey!
Hi Gabriel.
Damn YN you look amazing!
He himself looked handsome. Wearing a black suit with red tie. You thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled at you big and you thought to yourself How beautiful I’d be to see Charles smiling at me like that…
You were just about to get out of the car but Gabriel inhaled sharply, it didn’t missed your focus. You waited for him to speak.
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Do you have something going on with him?
W-what?
You of course knew what he was asking you about. But even you didn’t know the answer. It made you mad, you looked stupid yourself.
Ehm no, no. He has a girlfriend after all.
He titles his head to the side as if saying you that doesn’t matter in his case. You gulped at that and tried to refocus on something else. Beside, you have a long evening in front of you.
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The whole place was a mess. A very fancy one but so much people you lost focus. Gabriel offered one's arm and this way you continued through the crowd. Your eyes wondered elsewhere till the last moment you’ve heard a familiar voice.
YN!!
As you looked around, you saw Pascale with open arms to hug you. You let go of Gabriel to which you forgot about as well to your surprise and hugged Pascale back.
Wow this place is huge! And so beautiful. I cannot take my eyes from the decor.
Haha I saw you were in a different universe.
You smiled back at her and scanned the other people around you. There was Arthur with his girlfriend and Lorenzo with his number one, yet talking to somebody else as well. And then there was Charles, looking at you first before you noticed him. You didn't miss that he was wearing a burgundy blazer.
Your dress is gorgeous!!
Pascale wheezed at you taking you back from your trance.
Merci, I got help with them.
You smiled at her but you and Charles knew who it was for.
And who is this young man?
Oh- I’m sorry for my manners. I’m Gabriel. Nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you too!
They greeted each other and continued speaking in French. You thought of taking something to drink while Gabriel will talk to Pascale, but you took a one look again on Charles and his side. Of course his girlfriend, wearing green dress. You thought that maybe it’d be nice for her to wear a white dress, so they could make a monegasque flag out of them. Which doesn’t make sense and you don’t even know why you think such thing. Getting your awareness back to Gabriel, he put his hand on your back and smiled at you cheekily. You’ve reciprocated with a yearning you’d like to have a drink.
As you were taking the first sips at the round table at the bar with Gabriel, he confessed.
You know, Pascale is so great. Very nice lady. But him, I’m not quite comfortable here. We haven’t had a good interaction the last time.
You get it. It wasn’t pleasant even for you. But you didn’t care actually. You just wanted to sip some drink, dance a little and go home. This whole event is not even about you guys being together and chatting, it’s more of like being nice and polite and do what you’re supposed to do at these events. So you just gave Gabriel a cold shoulder and asked him to dance with you instead.
I’m not a very good dancer.
Doesn’t matter. It’s a slow song.
As he finally grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor, you’ve put your arms on his shoulders and hands behind his neck. You’ve remembered how you fucked him three days ago and somehow it felt for you like it has never happened anyway. It was getting blurry.
You know I’m glad you asked me to go with you.
Yeah?
Yeah
Gabriel now looked into your eyes and smiled nicely. You actually thought he is sweet, that he is way too nice for you. Thanks to the sound of breaking glass, you turned you focus on your group of people. Charles's girlfriend was running away and your eyes locked with his. It was unreadable for you. But you felt that somehow this message was for you.
What happened?
Everyone looked at Charles. But all he did was shrug his shoulders and went back to you.
Gabriel- can I have a dance with your girl? YN?
He reached his hand to you and waited. You didn’t know how to act. You were frozen, glued to your feet on the ground.
Yeah, sure….
You looked at Gabriel seeing him looking at Charles not in a nice way. Yet Charles was looking only at you, not even giving a glare to him. You reached for his hand and he held you tightly with his. Leading you to go beside him you stayed quiet the whole way to the dance floor.
Nice dress
He whispered to your ear while placing his hand on your lower back. You wanted to back off because what in a hell but he swinged you around making you dance to a rhythm of tango. The whole time you just focused on his moves. You followed his body like he is giving you instructions on how to behave. And you thought to yourself if it’s this like having a sex with him as well.
One big turn and body on body tight in squeeze. You started too lose yourself in his scent, in the way his body was close to you. It was suffocating your mind. His thighs brushing against yours, just if he lifted a little his leg and touched your hot core right now, you’d melt in his embrace. You felt powerless with him. He was making you a jelly out of you. This all making you confused in your world.
With the end of the music, you’ve only heard how hard you were panting and aiming for air. You still held yourself with your touch of his broad shoulders, with your mind elsewhere.
I never knew you could dance like that Charles!
Yeah, the only time I saw you dancing you were looking like a chicken on electric shock.
His brothers were messing with him but all you needed right now was a fresh air. As you looked around the room you saw Gabriel is not here.
Where is Gabriel?
He left.
You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to find answers in their eyes but all there was a message You surprised by it?
Charles I need to-
No-
Charles I need some fresh air
Oh- of course
He let go of you and put his hand on your hips. Showing you a way out.
Why are you doing this?
Doing what?
You looked at him. You two were now outside, cold wind making you cool down a little. There was no emotion. Nothing! You grew frustrated with him. Grumping to yourself you looked on the ground again.
I know you feel something to me too..
Those words made you shiver. You’ve left your mouth open to his words and finally you saw something in his eyes, it was longing.
I don’t know what this is, I just know it’s you.
Me?
Yes. You.
You were confused at his meaning. You still didn’t grasp at the fact he confessed that he feels something for you. When you stayed quiet he made steps towards you. Grabbing you by your jaw to face him properly. He looked at you from above and smiled. You gulped and waited to what’s come next. When he grabbed you by your hip to make you turn with your whole body facing him and tightening the squeeze to feel his hips against your own, your knees shook. He slowly started to get close to your face when you spoke.
Charles we cannot!
Why?
He furrowed his eyebrows, smirking a little as if you ask the dumbest question on earth.
You’re in a relationship!
Not anymore.
With this confession, he leaned into you and kissed you.
#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x you
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I saw how you said that you think the Leon/Ada ship has sank & I don’t know if that is true. I think Capcom will still continue with them to some extent.
The fact that people still talk about Ada and Leon to this day, 8 years after their last appearance in 2013 (not including the remakes), strongly contradicts the opinion: “It’s getting old”. (which is one of the most used arguments i hear against aeon) Their relationship is memorable and is among the most intriguing stories in RE.
I’m pretty sure Capcom is aware of their popularity as a couple and intends to keep it a mystery/ up for interpretation for a long time more. Leon is the poster boy of RE, so to finally conclude the Ada x Leon story would make his character less interesting and they wouldn’t want that.
See the Ada and Leon fan art, memes, and video edits for yourself; they need that kind of publicity for as long as they intend to keep those two relevant in the franchise. And that’ll be a long time because Ada Wong and Leon S. Kennedy are iconic names in the video game world.
RE is doing different things too now with new characters and all, so probably when the new set of characters become the new hot deal. They’ll finally put an end to the “will they will they not”.
Oh god, Aeon fandom is here.
So uh. A few things.
People talk about old shit all the time. Dudebros still have the "Asuka or Rei?" argument. FF7 fandom is somehow still debating CloTi vs Clerith, despite CloTi basically becoming canon with Advent Children in 2005. People still ship Goku and Bulma, for god's sake. I don't understand what "people still talk about it" has to do with... literally anything. At all.
Leon is not the poster boy of RE. Chris is. If you think that Leon is the poster boy of RE, you are wildly out of touch with the wider gaming community.
Springboarding off the above two points, shipping/fanart/fanfic fandom plays a very tiny role in influencing future game development. Capcom isn't listening to shippers. Capcom is listening to YT content creators and streamers and games journalists and maybe they'll read a thread on ResetEra here and there -- because those are the people who sell their products. And those people are predominantly the ones who are sick of the Aeon melodrama and hated what RE6 did to Leon's character.
Ada's name is not iconic in the video game world. At all. AT ALL. Not a single person who doesn't play Resident Evil knows who the fuck Ada Wong is. She's not Sephiroth or Master Chief or Nathan Drake or Lara Croft or Bayonetta. She's not even Jill Valentine. Hell, even Leon's name was only iconic up until about 2010 when Chris took back over and then RE6 shit the bed. When RE4 was a cultural phenomenon, people knew who Leon was. It's been eighteen years. They don't anymore. They know Chris and Jill, if they know anyone from RE at all. And Lady D. Because of course they know Lady D. If you're having trouble discerning who in the video game world is iconic and who's not: ain't nobody on the goddamn planet was clamoring for Ada (or Leon, for that matter) to be in Smash Bros.
Capcom clearly disagrees with your assertion that not having Ada in Leon's story makes him less interesting, considering that the last three original RE storylines that they released with him in it (Vendetta, ID, and DI) didn't feature or mention her at all. If Leon and Ada never met again after RE6, I don't think a single person outside of Aeon and/or wider shipping fandom would even notice.
There's not much time left for Capcom to "keep the mystery going." Leon turned 46 this year. By the time RE9 comes out, he'll be 48. Ada will be 50. How many more titles do you realistically think those two have left in them? RE9 will probably be the finale for most of the legacy cast, if not all of them. And not a single piece of supplementary canon (lookin at you, CGI movies) leading up to RE9 has been setting up Leon and Ada's relationship to be a thing that's going to be addressed at all. The conclusion of Leon's story is going to deal with his relationship with the government -- because that is the thing that's actually fueling his character arc; not Ada.
If Capcom was truly still interested in pursuing a romantic angle between Leon and Ada, then why did the Remakes turn out the way that they did? Why remove the declaration of love? Why have Leon hold Ada at gunpoint and say he never trusted her? Why create such a hostile, antagonistic dynamic between them in RE4make? Why set up Wesker to be at the heart of Ada's character arc this time around instead of Leon?
I just. I appreciate the cordial tone of your ask. I do. I recognize and appreciate the fact that you seemingly did not come here to pick a fight. And I don't want to fight with you guys, either.
But I need you guys to actually get in touch with the reality that is the games industry and understand that, despite women actually being in the majority in terms of the statistical numbers of video game players, video game publishers still largely listen to male voices in the fanbase -- because those are the people who generally tend to make it big as streamers, content creators, and journalists.
I need you guys to play video games other than Resident Evil and gain some perspective on how insignificant your ship actually is. EagleOne fandom is very self-aware about the fact that our ship, despite having a canonical romantic angle in RE4make, is never going to be pursued outside of the one title that it's featured, because it isn't important and it doesn't fucking matter. We are waiting for our Aeon brothers and sisters in Christ to join us in the self-awareness that is the fact that ships are not what sell Resident Evil games. Aeon isn't moving units -- and was, in fact, one of the contributing factors to RE6 being deemed a failure. People don't play RE for the romance. They play RE for spooky atmospheres in which they can make badass characters do sick wrestling moves on giant fucking monsters and blow shit up with rocket launchers, and if anything gets in the way of that (like Aeon kind of did in RE6), the wider fanbase wants it removed.
But what I really need you guys to do is just... let it go and let people have fun on their own time and in their own spaces. Aren't you tired? All you do is invade other people's Twitter accounts or TikToks or Reddit posts or Tumblr ask boxes (hi) and try to push some Aeon agenda that no one outside of Aeon fandom cares about. You look like out of touch boomers just clinging to the good old days. You do.
And this is coming from the queen out of touch boomers. I am basically the embodiment of the "how do you do, fellow kids?" meme, and even I'm like "you guys need to live in the now."
Like, be honest, man. Did you really think that coming into my ask box -- me, of all people in this damn fandom -- and simply stating "um actually Aeon is super important" was going to make me go "you know what, anon, you're right, and I'm stupid for not seeing it sooner"?
Come on.
I just want you guys to be better than this. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I don't wanna fight about this anymore or ever again. I'm here to analyze the story as it's written while taking into account wider game industry trends and practices and also provide shipping content as it pops up within the text that I'm analyzing, and that is it.
If you wanna talk about actual scripting and cinematography and the intended themes and messages of the Remakes and shit like that, I'm more than happy to have that back-and-forth with you. In fact, I would love that. I become a better analyst and critic by having those discussions with people who disagree with me.
But this? This ask?
I can't do a goddamn thing with this.
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Maybe it’s just because there’s only so many ways to draw a type of thing, but I have seven thoughts about Elemental (2023) after watching it again lol.
1. It showcases a lovely balanced relationship between artists. Ember, of course, has an eye and hand for glass making, and Wade sees the potential and ability she has; how her light shines through to the world and him, figuratively and literally. Meanwhile, Wade’s way with words is more subtle, but really reaches in deep and converts visual art into emotion; it takes a good writer and speaker to convey feeling into accessible ideas. And Ember recognizes his talent, and lets it touch her.
They bring light into each other’s lives; without each other, they were fine and functioning and almost happy, but when they have the other, that’s just the icing on the cake.
2. The art style looks worse without motion. Both characters are constantly unconsciously moving in every shot; Ember flickers and Wade drips. Plus, the way light works with them and around them doesn’t translate well to a still image (especially with Ember; it’s hard to draw without outline, and I think it helped with visibility and stability on the screen, but in stills it looks awkward.).
A lot of fan art I’m seeing seems to struggle with this outline/still problem, again more with Ember than with Wade, but a lot of artists have added their own spin and style and made it work. I think the problem is directly related to how it’s difficult to capture water, fire and light ‘sources’ like the moon via photo. So if the art style for that particular aspect is turning you off, and you’ve only seen stills, I’d suggest you watch a bit of video or a good gif set (there’s already quite a few) before deciding whether it’s worth watching or not.
3. Speaking of art, this movie really reminded me of Studio Ghibli movies. Maybe there’s only so many ways to draw something, or maybe it’s just the Howl’s Moving Castle (both book and film) and Ponyo fan in me, but Ember for sure took a lot of visual inspiration from Calcifer, it’s the red outline and such, and Wade the waves from Ponyo. It was fun to see! Also tbh I saw some Dr. Seuss CGI movie shapes in their bodies.
4. Ember and Burnie breaking the cycle. When Burnie left Fire Land for Element City, he was following his dreams (and he even started enough of a trend that his whole neighborhood because a new fire town). But his Sad disagreed with him. As a last attempt at connection, Burnie bowed a Bok Sa (sp?), a very deep bow, to his father, to show respect and love. His Dad did not return the gesture, spurning his son and his dreams, and turned away.
When Ember leaves for the glassblowing internship, she performed a Bok Sa for her Dad (and it’s so intimate guys. Like it’s almost embarrassing to look at because it’s raw and passionate and I really admire the creators for Not restraining it). Burnie sees a chance to show his daughter that he loves her, and that he respects her dreams (despite his and Cinder’s sacrifice of emigration from Fire Land, which is a big theme in this movie), and so he holds back the hurt his father laid upon him, so many years ago. He does a Bok S- back. It’s wonderful. I’m not sure he would’ve done that at the beginning of the movie, but his love for his daughter won out in the end.
(I just wish that the mother-daughter relationship received a little more canon consideration as well, but I appreciate the movie for the relations it did focus on.)
5. The city fucks up in a big way, and of course it’s up to the people affected to solve it, at least in the short term. Despite water being a huge hazard and supposedly already gotten rid of in fire town, there’s still a water train that passes regularly and always displaces enough water to kill a fire person. And in terms of the dam, there’s so much bureaucracy that Gale (the city safety officer?) found it easier to (nearly) shut down a business than to get a health hazard (the broken dam) fixed.
And when Ember covers up the hole, she leaves it! Her tempered glass doesn’t get support, and it eventually cracks and floods Fire Town, nearly killing lots of residents and leading to Wade’s evaporation.
6. Feel free to add on but I’m surprised that no globe has really talked about the disability angle yet. I i afraid I don’t have enough experience being physically disabled to talk about it in a nuanced enough way but oh well. It’s there. The way the fire people needed different transportation (also there was a fire person in a wheelchair. How things that are safe for others could kill them (Cinder nearly died while carrying ember because a guy dripped on her, which is a thing that others would find mildly inconvenient). How Wade’s nephew casually mentioned that Ember could die if she stepped off her mobility aid (the floatie) and proceeded to mess with it. And of course the shame, embarrassment and fear of being excluded & discriminated against.
7. More Men Should Cry!!! It literally saved Wade’s life lmao.
#elemental spoilers#elemental#elemental (2023)#pixar’s elemental#wade ripple#ember lumen#yes I have brain rot#also all the fire people (afaik) had lighter colored flares coming out of the corners of their eyes#the older ones had little crows feet red/dark orange lines too#it’s a nice touch#also I’m surprised that no one has really talked about the disability angle yet. I don’t think I have enough exp being physically disabled#to talk about it in a nuanced enough way but it’s there#the way the fire people needed different transportation (also there was a fire person in a wheelchair in one scene!)#how things that were safe for others could kill them (Cinder nearly died because a guy dropped on her which is a thing other people could#live with easily though they would be annoyed)#how Wade’s nephews messed with ember’s mobility device (a floatie) and flippantly mentioned show she could die without it#etc. and of course the shame fear and embarrassment of being excluded and discriminated against#which can be interpreted though so many lenses#AND
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I empathize with Palestinians, not the so called "freedom fighters" gang raping and killing people. The innocents we see.
But i am so fucking tired of this, a cake page i followed that was run by an Arab woman keeps saying I'm so tired i cant do this. But she just keeps sharing so much outstandingly tone deaf posts.
Last week it was "you expect me to condone Hamas when not even the 'hostages' do"
This week she said that she cannot empathize with "the other side" because there is none, because the Israelis are enjoying the Renaissance movie (and of course she had to point out it was haram, a statement that doesn't matter to the Israeli people)
How could they enjoy themselves, how could they have a break from the terror and the fact the whole world is telling them they don't belong in their homeland. That they are colonizers to their home. How could they enjoy anything, since after all they are jews.
She kept saying how there is no proof of the attacks on October 7th, while also saying she blocks anyone with the smallest varying viewpoint. I cant disagree with the logic there, at least i see the carnage on both side though i plan on blocking anyone telling me to kill myself in the tags.
I keep seeing people say that its a slow genocide, completely ignoring the fact that none of this checks off any boxes on the genocide code. (Almost as if it isn't a genocide its just a war) I'm not going to praise the idf, but I'm sure as hell not going to act like they are perfect. All military forces are varying ranges of fucked up with people who use it as an excuse to harm anyone.
But don't act like it isn't the same on the other side, Hamas has been the ones harming every fucking person in their own state. They were voted in when they are just as bad as every fucking other terrorist group, they paraded the streets with the bodies of their opposition just like the paraded the streets with the women they murdered in Israel.
Just like they did with the hostages that people are bragging about looking so happy. You all say it like they weren't held captive while their family was waiting for them to cone home safe, like they don't look thinner and the bags under their eyes are deeper then ever. Like the little children didn't witness their families killed and the young girls only stopped talking after being held captive because who knows what the sick fucks did to them in their cells.
I find it so interesting how everyone is using their voice to call jews fucking colonizers. To call them white even, given so many were killed simply because they werent white enough. Sorry to the millions slaughtered in the camps, turns out you were really white all along.
I saw someone say "Bethlehem, Palestine" and nothing has made my blood boil more. Could you imagine the uproar if this was in Mecca, if the romans instead pushed them out of their homeland and when they finally returned the new settlers acted like their sacred ground wasnt theirs any longer.
But of course, when its the jews it doesnt matter.
They dont seem to acknowledge that if anything, the arabs are the colonizers and were for so much of history. Or that the whole state of Palestine was created because the Romans hated the jews so they pushed them out of their land and named it after their enemies (Philistines) and when europe named the land again it was after the short lived country. Once again stealing it from the ones who should have had it, but once they reclaimed their home they were the evil cruel people.
do you think the lost jewish souls greet their families in heaven, and their ancestors excitingly ask if they have their home back. If they are finally safe. If they can finally be somewhere without being killed.
One day people will realize too late, that once the jews are lost they cant come back. That the blood waged against the people who were just like us stained their hands.
I am not Christian or Jewish or anything, but i pray in whatever afterlife there is the Palestinian and Israeli souls that were lost are blowing bubbles in a land without pain, that the sun shines on them every morning. And they are greeted with hugs from the people around them
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🍩 or 🧁, 🍰, 🤍- for the Halloween TMNT ask game.
This is gonna be mostly 2012 related because it’s my favorite. 😅
🍩 - Favorite Episode in a Story Arc
Of what I’ve seen so far? It’s gotta be Within The Woods. Just you see how they’re coping after their city has been taken over, we get a terrifying and disgusting villain, Leo’s struggling, but dammit he will be there for his family. And of course some good funny moments.
“No, genius. What happens when two teenagers who like each other go off into the woods alone?”
“…” *sees a couple of fucked up looking squirrels* “Aahhh!!!! They get eaten by squirrels!”
“… you know what? Forget I said anything.”
(I like Mikey “We’re Not that Kind of Sub” Hamato is at a loss)
🧁 - Favorite Filler Episode
Broken Foot. Hands down. I just find it so hilarious to think about how Karai got Leo of all turtles to go and be chaotic and cause petty crime. Were they just hanging out one night and she’s like:
“Do you wanna go set fire to Shredder’s shit?”
“Absolutely”
“Perfect. Wear black if you can. Oh, and my goth, witch girlfriend will be there too.”
“Sweet”
I do feel like it could have had a better conclusion or deep talk between Leo and Donnie (Team Brainiac doesn’t get much time to talk out their feelings, sadly), but overall, I loved it.
🍰 - Favorite Dynamic Between 2 of the Turtles
Leo and Raph— in pretty much everything that I’ve watched. Their dynamic is so interesting and they usually have pretty funny banter together. Plus their damn twin telepathy that you see a lot of in 12 where they just know what the other is kind of thinking. They disagree about pretty much anything, get on each other’s last nerve, but damn are they the ones to by each other’s side through thick and thin.
🤍 - A Character/Episode that You Feel had Wasted Potential
One thing that actually bugged me about the Mutant Mayhem movie is that you never really saw Donnie tinkering with anything mechanical or science-y. His engineering and science skills are a big part of his character, and we missed a lot of that in the movie I feel. So not wasted essentially. Just never explored.
#thank you for the ask!#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 leo#tmnt 2012 raph#tmnt raph#tmnt Leo#tmnt mutant mayhem#tmnt mm donnie#tmnt ask games#mari answers
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tag game from @cadriona~~ 15 questions for 15 mutuals
1. are you named after anyone? uhhh my middle name comes from like, One of my white ancestors, though i don't remember the exact tracing of the bloodline rn
2. when was the last time you cried? honestly not sure, but i feel like it was not terribly long ago. less than a month ago, i think; i can be a crybaby sometimes
3. do you have kids? legally no; biologically also no; but emotionally? the number is fathomless.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot? i don't feel like i'm a terribly sarcastic person, but many other people disagree. just today one of the kids at work asked me why i use sarcasm a lot! i think at this point my habit of "saying ridiculous things with full sincerity and then expecting people to understand that its sheer absurdity means it's a joke (but still actually doing said ridiculous thing if people call it a bluff)" is just hard for people to parse in general, but since i just roll with whatever they think i'm being, it's not a big deal.
5. what sports do you play/have played? this question is so funny bc recently i've been joking that i'm the only non-jock at my workplace, but my coworker in aquatics tried to rope me into lifeguarding for the summer when he found out i could swim, and i did marching band in high school. oh, and i took a fencing course in uni before plague.
6. what's the first thing you notice about people? their jacket, then their hair. if you change both of these things at once i might have trouble recognizing you.
7. eye color? brown. you know how dominant genes are.
8. scary movies or happy endings? for the most part happy endings, but if you're too saccharine about the beginning and middle then i'm going to wish you gave me a scary movie instead.
9. any special talents? i can do calligraphy with italic / oblique pen tips (think gothic blackletter, even tho gothic is probably one of my shittiest hands); i can burp at will still; i can touch type at around 92 wpm (certified)
10. where were you born? in a hospital <3
11. what are your hobbies? good lord that's a doozy these days.
regularly i read n write fic (obviously), play genshin (still), study fandom (specifically the weeb sphere and its history), and code my shrine of cringe neocities. (and also sometimes stream any one of these things to friends)
irregularly i watch youtube, keep a diary, read manga n watch anime, press flowers, do calligraphy, scanlate manga, typeset n bookbind fic (physically restrained by everyone from buying $500 worth of fonts bc Literally no one understands my font disease except other typesetters) mostly, but i have god knows how many other dormant hobbies (arranging music, editing fonts, edit videos, etc.) hiding in the cracks that i should probably just put on a resume by this point. you know how it is with adhd.
12. do you have any pets? not anymore, unless you count [pet] projects, in which case yes, the spreadsheet project abt fandom migrations in particular
13. how tall are you? abt 5'6", more specifically 166.4 cm.
14. favorite subject in school? chemistry, though i english/literature was a close second, and math (aside from geometry and statistics) is still beloved.
15. dream job? someday i'm gonna teach chemistry to a bunch of high school idiots, and i'm gonna love them all so fucking much, and i'm gonna be so fucking happy that i'm still alive.
tagging (if you want!!) @stardust-make-a-wish @reach-4-thesky @cece-0708 @yongnep @kanonavi @krackerka @isnt-it-pretty @yume-fanfare @aranarumei @italiantea and now staring at my mutuals list i have started to lose my nerve so i'll leave it at ten LOL but if you wanna do it too you can just say i tagged you ( •̀ ω •́ )y
#tag game#rousing ancient beasts (mutuals who haven't logged in in ages but i still talk to over discord) w/some of these tags LOL#in high school nat used to roast me abt identifying people primarily off their hair and jackets#i think it's less that i might be genuinely faceblind and more that i don't like staring at people's faces straight-on these days#OMG MY PACKAGE W/THE HEART-SHAPED LOCKET HAS ALLEGEDLY ARRIVED ACCORDING TO THE ETSY EMAIL
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tell us about how you ship lane and ethan, cause how i see is lane is very obsessed with him and thats of course the romantic hate vibes. in my mind is basically the same dinamic as lego batman and lego joker, but i wanna know your take
So I’ve been really sitting on this question for most of the day because I have a lot to say about this.
There’s more under the cut, but the short answer is I ship them together mostly because how I view them as Narrative Foils who are both fixated/obsessed with each other (for different but equally interesting reasons). But also, it’s not outright hate they harbor (at least not in Rogue Nation, in Fallout that is more accurate), Ethan understands Lane’s motivations even if he despises the man’s actions, and Lane is very much interested in Ethan’s potential as an anarchist/terrorist.
I think it’s interesting you cite Lego Batman and Joker’s dynamic as the frame of reference for Your interpretation of Lane x Ethan, and that’s totally valid. I’ve not seen lego batman but what I understand is that that dynamic is romantically coded but played more cartoonishly, which is how I initially viewed Lane x Ethan.
You can absolutely play to the concept comedically, I think there is something inherently funny in shipping a hero with a villain (your mileage may vary.) But for me what draws me to actually writing fic is the angst potential of loving or lusting after someone who is ideologically opposed to you.
I think, and reasonable people are free to disagree with my opinion, that Ethan as a character harbors dark thoughts and feelings, but for several reasons lets them go. 1) He understands that there are consequence in giving into his impulsive anger (see: MI3 when he dangles Owen Davian from a fucking plane, which directly results in his own wife getting kidnapped) The idea that Ethan could never turn is something that floats around in the fandom, and while it’s true to say Ethan would never turn (it’s just something imbued into his character by now) I think we don’t explore the “why” of that enough.
Ethan has a support system, where Lane does not.
Ethan’s team, whoever they happen to be in any movie, are central to how Ethan interacts with the world he’s always trying to save. Ethan loses his entire team in the first film and that informs every decision he makes for the rest of his life. He wants out of the IMF, but he keeps getting pulled back in. He loses his team, his wife, his protégé and ultimately his ability to live a normal civilian life. But Luther, and Benji and whoever happens to stay on his team, he cares about them, they are his family. We don’t view his prioritizing of his family as selfish, because that’s what people perceive is a normal thing to do. But that prioritization always comes at the cost of the mission. Rogue Nation and Fallout lean into this heavily.
Ethan, if properly provoked, he will do impulsive or selfish things (even if those selfish things also happen to benefit other people). The caveat to that is that his friends are able to pull him back, or at least call him out and warn him from going too far on their behalf.
Also, Ethan has a history of rogue behavior that even if it is in the service of the “greater good”, is the justification that the villains of the last three films ultimately rely on for their own actions. So, while we the audience understand Ethan to be the good guy, in universe this is the exact reason all these spy organizations fear/distrust Ethan.
Comparatively speaking, Ethan is more well-adjusted than Solomon Lane, because despite the things he goes through, he doesn’t let his crisis of faith ever deter him from doing what he thinks is right.
In contrast, Lane lets his anger drive him into letting the world burn. His anger is destructive, but it serves his purpose of enacting revenge. But he is much more detached emotionally, and there are multiple ways to interpret Lane as a character, but I see him as someone who doesn’t want to admit he may have emotions. Which is understandable as again, he was also a former field agent.
The reason he keeps Ilsa around is that he sees potential in her, potential to see the world as he sees it. Vinter speaks at Ethan, asking aloud: “What does he see in you, I wonder?”. While Vinter may not see what Lane is looking for in Ethan, the fact that Lane doesn’t order his outright death is telling, at least to Vinter. (Although that is not enough to stop Vinter from trying regardless.)
There are parts of the script that where cut out of the final film that makes this dynamic more obvious, rather than the subtext it is in the narrative. And while, when analyzing their dynamic I can only rely on what makes it into the final product, the fact that Lane wants to “corrupt/torture/seduce” Ethan has always been intended. However one chooses to read that is up to the viewer, especially because this interpretation of their dynamic relies on subtext.
I think, personally, it’s interesting to explore this dynamic as basically like this:
Lane: Aren’t you tired of Being Nice, don’t you just want to go apeshit?
Ethan:
it's about the ideological conflict, and the begrudging understanding. Lane and Ethan function as narrative foils for each other, where they could have turned out as each other, had circumstances been different. “The Same thing that’s wrong with me is wrong with you (Derogatory)”
So that’s my thoughts.
#Nancy's Inbox#Anonymous#Solomon Lane#Ethan Hunt#Lunt#Glassboxboyfriends#Lane x Ethan#mission: impossible
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Thoughts On 2023 Favorites
TV Shows
1. Good Omens season 2: Oops, I'm obsessed again. You can make the argument that a second (and PHEW eventual third) season was unnecessary, but I disagree. It was nice to get a season that wasn't so breakneck in it's pacing. Everything slowed down a bit and focused in on Aziraphale and Crowley's shenanigans. Which, let's be honest, is what the audience wants. That being said, I liked everything else about it too. A cute/silly plot, fun new characters, and a devastatingly sad finale that left me distraught. I could not have asked for more really. (Except more kissing. Please tell me there will be more kissing.)
2. Lockwood and Co: A spooky premise that probably took a lot of effort to appear even semi-believable [as a tv show]. Yet, it was pulled off with flying colors. It was also perfectly atmospheric and charming, so of course netflix canceled it. I plan on reading the books.
Animation (TV & Films)
1. Murder Drones: 2023 was a good year for indie animation overall, and out of all of them Murder Drones was the show to win my entire heart. Perfect setup for horror and YA spoofing, but also well written enough that I enjoyed the character focus and progression as well. I'm psyched for the final two episodes set to release in the spring.
2. Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: If any movie of recent memory deserved a decent sequel it was this one, so I'm very happy it turned out as great as it did. One of the few comic-book films I bothered with in 2023.
3. Hilda season 3: Easily one of my all-time favorites from Netflix, so I'm beyond happy it has a great ending now. Gorgeous animation, a lovable main and support cast, and perfect chill vibes. Deserves a bluray release.
4. Elemental: Listen. Pixar's still got it this was so cute. You're forgiven for The Good Dinosaur Peter Sohn.
5. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem: So much fun tho. Love the current creative trend in cg films happening thanks to Into the Spider-verse. Also, the No Diggity scene was incredible. The movie has an A+ soundtrack.
Anime (TV & Films)
1. Trigun Stampede: So relieved this turned out to be great, considering the original is a favorite of mine. Not a easy feat in the age awful, cash-grab reboots.
2. The Boy And The Heron: Honestly? My favorite Miyazaki film since Howl's Moving Castle. Genuinely moving and left me misty-eyed.
3. Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village Arc: This show is so pretty. Still surprised how well the series portrays it’s simple, compelling cast. Like it’s an effortless sort of thing (it’s not).
4. Suzume: Makoto Shinkai's last three movies just make me happy okay. Happy and hopeful. The best comfort movies ever.
Video Games
I have a steam deck now so you'd think I played a bunch of video games last year but, no. I didn't get heavily into much last year. Played some Hades though?
Live Films || Note: I watched so many great classic horror movies this year that I had never given a proper watch. I would like to continue that this year!!
1. Talk to Me: Please make more horror movies Danny and Michael Philippou. This one was wild.
2. Dark City: The fact that The Matrix got four movies and this didn't get any sequels is a fucking tragedy.
3. Coherence: Love me a simple, creepy sci-fi movie with an interesting premise. Apparently, quite a lot of the film is improvised as well? That blew my mind.
4. Greener Grass: More films that just feel like one big Adult Swim skit please. This style of script is hysterical to me.
5. Caveat: This goes on my fave list simply for scaring the shit out of me lmao. Movies walk a fine line, when the intention is to make you uncomfortable for long periods of time. They risk being irritating instead of entertaining. Caveat had me shrieking at my tv (in a delighted sort of way).
Honorable Mentions
1. Lore Olympus
2. Nier Automata anime
3. Asteroid City + Wes Anderson's new short films
4. OPLA
Things I'm Looking Forward to in 2024
1. Dune 2
2. Second season of Severance hopefully!
3. Madoka Magica Movie 4: Walpurgisnacht: Rising?? Is it finally happening or what?
4. New Magnus Archives
Some Creative & General Goals for 2024
I feel like I was drawing a lot more in 2023! Still nothing worth posting online, but I'm making some progress I think (slowly but surely). Goals: make more art for my siblings when they request it, finish some digital art that I started, and finish the diorama piece I planned out. On the general goals I'd like to travel more! Particularly, I'd like to visit some national parks.
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last anon so true <3 wish other comic fans knew this because so offen do i see ppl get mad about mischaracterization and just sometimes that blame goes to the writers for fucking up the character
although yes sometimes it's the person woobifying or demonizing the character all on their own, sometimes it's the writers doing it and the ppl following. and personally i can't blame casual fans for getting some characters wrong if the most popular media depicts them that way because of course they're not gonna look for the original
like spider-man! in recent media (cough cough, mcu, msm/2017, etc, cough) they've basically woobified him and? uhm no??? and then jason todd or talia al ghul? uhm are you sure they're that bad??? and just every character has been fucked up at least ONCE
then the argument that the characters can't be mischaracterized because of how much the canon contradicts itself. DON'T get me started with that oh my god i can't tell if i agree or disagree because they were obviously characterized at the start but characters also change (character arcs) so i mean?? but??? ughhh
just mischaracterization in media that lasts forever with a VERY weird subject so i just go with the flow for characteration in fanon because god whatever (although tim drake has been woobified to an annoying extent to be fair. i don't think i've ever seen any media where he's that unflawed or gets along with jason or damian that much. c'mon...)
sorry needed to rant somewhere it's just such an annoying subject forever and always (and if you think i'm at all incorrect feel free to correct me just been avoiding comics because everything is so stupid to me)
dont worry i have not read a single dc comic ever in my life all my knowledge is 2nd hand through shit ive learned in the past month while watching movies + posting online. and i love getting inconsequential rants in my inbox <3
#og post#ask#anon#batman fandom sounds like a nightmare 👍#and spiderman actually. sorry i mean spider-man. i cant forget the hyphen between spider and man
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lol This might be controversial but fuck it... it's true. The only reason that people ship Charlie and Adam is because Adam is a pretty white boy. They only have maybe one or two scenes where they have any tangible chemistry. Charlie has way better chemistry with both Jesse and Russ but I barely ever see anyone shipping them oddly enough (yourself excluded of course lol)
ho damn. i had to sit down for this one!!! 😭😭 alright, so… i feel like there’s a whole lotta layers to this, but, in a nutshell, i… both agree and disagree with this???
i feel like the thing is… charlie, adam, and–to a lesser extent–fulton, jesse, and russ, are the only (teen) characters who serve a real “purpose” throughout the movie trilogy. hell! charlie, adam, and jesse are the only characters whose parents we are introduced to. they have a character arc that helps to move the plot along vs. the rest of the ducks who don’t, and who only have an archetype (eg. “jester” for averman, or “the girl on the team” for connie). if you removed most of the rest of the ducks, it wouldn’t have a lasting impact (and this is why it was so easy to replace the kids from d1..). i, personally, am incredibly attached to these characters, but ask anyone who has only watched this trilogy once who guy germaine is and they’d come up blank. (sorry guy, ily)
so… i think it makes sense for people in the fandom itself to prefer to ship the people who have had the most development together (...which, admittedly, still wasn’t a lot). also, it helps that charlie and adam have shared quite a few scenes together that were poignant to adam’s character. and chemistry… well, i think they have it. but i also think it’s in the eye of the beholder. i know someone who abhors connie/guy and thinks connie/averman would make a great pair. i mean… you do you!!!
but! i agree in the sense that i also think there’s something to be said about the fact that this trilogy, and its fandom (however small it may be), centers its white & thin characters. (like, it’s qwhite obvious why charlie and adam got most of the development from the white creator targeting a white audience...). and i do think there is a certain truth to charlie/adam being the fan-preferred couple because adam is a conventionally attractive white dude. i mean, fulton has been charlie’s ride or die since d1 (charlie even wanted them to run off to canada together!!) and yet i don’t think i have seen anyone ship them. the fact that charlie gave his spot up for russ, and not just adam, is barely spoken about. jesse might’ve disappeared after d2, but his friendship with adam is also frequently glossed over in favor of charlie. and, you know, a lot of that can be written off as shipper bias – we see what we want to see, even if it’s not always 100% accurate lol. i do it too!
but! in the wise words of @astrosaur, “i don’t think it’s that controversial to say that fandom gravitates towards shipping thin white characters with each other.. racism/fatphobia/colorism/etc very much live on and that gets reflected in fandom and in the media itself”. and, well, ain't that something to think about. why do like 90% of fandoms always have a fan-preferred ship of two pretty white (and often straight) dudes? i think that’s a conversation people need to have more.
ANYWAY. i, for one, would very much love to read and see more of charlie/russ. please someone write it for me 🤲🏻
#answered#paceypetercharlieslawyer#the mighty ducks#charlie conway#adam banks#i think we could also add (internalized) misogyny to this#some of the Hot Takes i've seen about linda?? Oh Boy#but i also believe a lot of people aren't even consciously aware of it#and i also believe there are more reasons to ship charlie/adam#i'm just rambling sorry!!!
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[book review] northern lights by philip pullman (1995)
i first read this in college around when the ill-fated movie adaptation was coming out. i had seen the trailers and was thirsty for more fantasy type stuff, which it turns out was literally the entire cynical motivation for making the movie because they totally lotr-ed it up. the book is actually much more a response to narnia (which itself received the lotr-ification treatment in its film adaptations), but has a much different aesthetic/genre that the movie largely ignores, but we’re not here to talk about the movie rn i’m just setting the context of my first reading.
i was in the middle of reading it when the catholic church & others started calling for boycotts, and that was back during my misguided religious phase so at that point i was like “well, fuck.” but i was already in the middle of the book and i was really enjoying it so i kinda shrugged it off & decided that i enjoyed it but i didn't like that the church was the bad guys, and it was ok to enjoy something i disagreed with.
obviously now the anti-church stuff is a feature for me rather than a bug, so i was interested to see how i would feel about the book now with that in mind. and uh yeah, i do love that aspect of the book, very much so, yes. but it’s also so far in the background that a reader could be forgiven for it not being one of their biggest takeaways if they’re not paying close attention? like, by the end of the book it’s pretty fucking obvious that that was the entire point, but that turn happens in literally a line of dialogue at the end of the book (which i fucking love), but it’s not difficult to see in retrospect why even at my most brainwashed (not the fun/kinky kind, the boring religious kind) i was able to shrug it off and enjoy this as a silly little adventure yarn. which btw makes it pretty fucking hilarious that the church was so fragile about it, but whatevs!
but yeah, even though i don’t think it’s actually going to change anyone’s mind, that last interaction between lyra & pantalaimon that i alluded to earlier was everything to me this time. when pan says, “if they [the church] think dust is bad, it must be good!” and i forgot that that point was made that explicit in this book. it’s possible to miss its import if you’re just caught up in the breezy adventure the rest of the book has been, but it just absolutely turns the world upside down. i fucking love it.
also, another thing that hit me on a completely different level this time was this passage:
his hands, still clasping her head, tensed suddenly and drew her toward him in a passionate kiss. lyra thought it seemed more like cruelty than love, and looked at their dæmons, to see a strange sight: the snow leopard tense, crouching with her claws just pressing in the golden monkey’s flesh, and the monkey relaxed, blissful, swooning on the snow.
“strange sight”? idk man, sounds pretty normal to me.
other things i loved included serafina talking about feeling the starlight & moonlight on her skin. even though it wasn’t particularly foregrounded, all the witchy stuff was wonderful. i also loved iorek byrnison. as if having a magical little animal spirit that was part of yourself & you could talk to & cuddle wasn’t enough, lyra also gets a fucking armored bear king protecting her! what a lucky girl!!
and of course lyra herself was a wonderful protagonist. she’s just so fucking good. strong desire to protecc.
in the category of things i didn’t so much love was all the casual, careless racism. like, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t as bad of an offender as the aforementioned lewis or tolkien books, or a lot of its more direct influences like say the works of jules verne, but it still is rather frustrating all the same.
kinda par for the course for stuffy british adventure stories tbh, but again it’s not like outlandishly racist or anything, just… there’s an undercurrent throughout that i wouldn’t feel right not mentioning.
i also think it’s worth noting that while these books are marketed as y.a., they’re probably, uh, a bit heavy for the average kid? like, some genuinely traumatizing stuff happens!! but also idk kids are a lot more resilient than people give them credit for, i know this wouldn’t have phased me if i had read it when i was 12, just feels worth mentioning that it gets pretty dang dark.
so yeah, if you can shrug off the fairly commonplace racism of someone who seems like he’s trying his best but is too british not to be casually racist, this is a pretty great read. i find it very easy to get sucked in. lyra is such a great protagonist who you genuinely want to be safe, and the writing style hits that really nice sweet spot where it has a lot of inherent personality that leaps off the page, but it’s also still extremely approachable, which is just the perfect recipe to make something compulsively readable.
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