Tumgik
#I just watched the direct the new trailer was dropped in for the first time
ashwhowrites · 4 months
Note
Perv! Eddie x cheerleader! Reader, what if perv! Eddie went to cheer practice so he can see cheerleader! Reader, and he does that a lot, after two weeks of him doing that she confronts him, and that ends up in reader going to Eddie's trailer just to smoke and have sex with him (maybe this could be enemies to lovers?)
Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. THERE IS NO REAL SMUT! I did add some dirty talk and making out. The ending can be led into smut, but I did not write it. I hope that is okay <3
Give me a P! E! V! E! R! T!
Tumblr media
Eddie wasn't afraid to admit he hated the popular crowd it was all he talked about. He refused to attend any games or anything with school spirit.
But then a new girl showed up. And she caught Eddie's eye immediately. He could feel his jeans tighten just looking at her. He craved to know what her skin tasted like, how her hair smelled, and if her cunt was a pretty pink like her lip gloss.
He tried to zone out the cheerleader squad as they talked through science class. But when he saw her walk up, she introduced herself and he learned her name.
Y/N....Y/N....he could already see himself panting out her name as his hand wrapped around his cock.
Then she asked to try out for the team. That's when Eddie gave cheerleading a chance.
~~~
After school, he wandered off to the gymnasium. He could hear girls counting all together and the sounds of their hands clapping together. He stood near the door, trying his best to stay hidden in the dark hallway. He looked through the small window, he searched until he saw her.
He smirked once he spotted her, a small skirt and tight tank top. Her hair was thrown up and he imagined holding her ponytail as she gagged on his cock. His hand slowly slipped into his jeans, he palmed his throbbing cock as she bent over. The tight material hugged her frame perfectly. He imagined kneeling behind her, his tongue massaging her cunt as she shook.
He felt himself shudder when she looked in his direction. She squinted as she tried to see if someone was there. But she snapped back to practice when Chrissy called out.
~~~
For the next few weeks, Eddie went to every practice. His eyes watched her and her only. He wasn't sure what was so different about her that made her special.
He thought he was getting away with it. He had no idea that Y/N caught him that first day, and every day after that.
After every cheerleading practice, he'd run off to the bathroom, no need to explain what he did in there. This time, Y/N followed behind. She kept a few feet away when he went into the bathroom. She waited patiently for him to finish whatever he was doing. She planned to follow him to his house and confront him. If he wanted to stalk her, she'd stalk him right back.
~~~
She pulled into the trailer park, many feet behind Eddie to not look suspicious. She parked a few blocks down. By the time he went inside, she was walking up his driveway.
She pounded on his door, she couldn't believe he had the nerve to spy on her. He was a pervert and disgusting. She didn't even want to think about what he thought when he watched her.
Eddie tried his best to hide his fear when he opened the door to see Y/N. She looked pissed, her arms crossed and her right foot smacking against the concrete.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing?" She spazzed.
"Um? Just getting home?" Eddie said in a duh tone.
"No! I mean why in the hell are you spying on me during cheer practice?! I've seen you every day staring through the tiny window in the door. Who the hell even are you? Are you in high school? Or do you sneak in and watch young girls like a fucking creep?"
"I'm Eddie Munson, and sadly I've been stuck in high school longer than necessary. And I don't sneak in to watch young girls, I sneak in to watch you." His tone dropped as he spoke. His brown eyes had no shame in looking her up and down.
Was it weird she felt flattered? Now that she was up close with him, she realized he was attractive.
"That's gross!" She gasped
"Look! I'm sorry! I think you're insanely attractive and I tend to go extreme. Can I offer you something to make this go away? Money? Weed?"
She went to protest but honestly, free weed sounded great.
~~~
Two hours later she was on Eddie's couch, smoking another joint as they talked about random things. As her sober thoughts went out the window, so did her negative thoughts on Eddie.
"So...when you spied on me, what kind of things were you thinking about?" She muttered she felt a little bit of embarrassment for wanting to know. This guy was a pervert and admitted to being. But here she was asking what he thought about her.
"Oh pretty girl," he teased, knocking her chin with his knuckle. "You expect to bend over in a tiny skirt and not expect my dick to get hard?"
"Um I guess?"
"Did you expect me to think about bending you over myself?" He asked, moving closer to her body. She eyed his movements.
"No" she squeaked out
He moved closer
"Did you expect me to think about shoving my tongue in that pretty wet pussy?" He whispered his nose against hers.
"Nah uh."
"Did you expect me to watch you and fuck my hand until it's covered in sticky cum. Then yanking you out of practice, pushing you to your knees, and making you suck my hand clean?" She felt his words smack her lips, that's how close he got in a matter of seconds.
"Do you expect me to kiss you?"
"Yes," she said, her heart raced at the sick smirk that crossed his lips.
"Oh? Is that right? Is someone turned on? Me being a pervert and jerking my dick off to you makes you feel special and desired?" He mocked, but she didn't care.
Her lungs burned. Her throat burned. And fuck, her cunt ached to be touched.
"Please"
His lips were on hers before she finished begging. His breath tasted of weed and beer, and she liked it. She climbed on his lap, pushing his shoulders back as she deepened the kiss.
She didn't want slow and romantic sex. She wanted to be used like his fantasies. She wanted him to fuck her with his perverted hands, his abused cock, and gross thoughts. She didn't care if he jerked off to her like she was the cover of a porno magazine.
She wanted to be desired, wanted, and fuck it- she wanted to be his only wet dream. In a way, she loved the power she had on him. Out of everyone, he fixated on her.
She whimpered as his tongue explored her mouth. His hands touching her everywhere with no goal in mind.
Maybe she was just as perverted as he was to be okay with it all.
Tags!
@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @somethingvicked @micheledawn1975 @ago-godance @magnificantmermaid @tlclick73 @hargrovesswifee @cityofidek @manyfandomsfanvergentreblogs @silky-luxe @lokiofasgard616 @loving-and-dreaming @eddiemunsonsbitch69 @thegemaqua @ashlynnkennedy @strangerthingsstories5255 @harringt8ns @pleasinghellfire @whoscamila @stusdollface93 @gretavankleep37
732 notes · View notes
mrsjellymunson · 19 days
Text
Tumblr media
The Boy Is Mine [Kittie’s edition]
For @carolmunson’s absolutely wonderful The Boy Is Mine community-boosting writing exercise. Thank you Carol for creating this marvellous event 💛 Everyone go look at the guidelines and JOIN IN, no tag is necessary 😃
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
WC: ~1.6k
Rating: M, MDNI
C/W: Fluffy Fluffster McFluffington, friends to lovers, a few swears, descriptions of erotic drawings and literature, allusions to arousal, drug use (smoking the devil’s lettuce), kinda forced proximity?, Eddie is self-deprecating, Hellfire Club being stellar wingmen.
Prompts included: 3 prop prompts, 4 dialogue prompts.
—————————————————————
“What do you mean, we should all cancel?”
Gareth is looking at Dustin aghast, the other members of the Hellfire Club regarding the curly-haired boy with confusion.
“I mean exactly that. We should all cancel. Make it so it’s just the two of them.”
He continues, addressing the whole group.
“Aren’t you all sick of the awkwardness, the pining, the longing looks? I know I am. They’re never going to configure their own romantic night in, so I say we do it for them.”
Ever the insightful one, Erica continues Dustin’s campaign.
“He’s right, Gare, and you know it. These two doofuses are never gonna do it by themselves. So I say, save all of us the pain, and sacrifice one night of socialising for the greater good.”
“The greater good…”, the group grumbles in unison, most nodding sullenly at the loss of a night round at Eddie’s, but all agreed in their collective aim.
—————————————————————
You haven’t known Eddie as a friend for all that long. You only joined Hellfire a few weeks ago, and have smoked with him and the stoners at the bench in the woods a couple of times, but that’s about it. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been admiring him from afar for considerably longer, although you’d never tell him that.
Tonight is gonna be the first time you’ve spent time with him. Just him. At his trailer. Alone. Somehow all the other members of Hellfire ended up dropping out or having other plans, but they all insisted that you should definitely still go. You know you have no reason to be nervous, but there’s something that happens every time he looks at you that just makes you feel, well, fluttery.
You take a deep, steadying breath and knock on the screen door of the trailer, and from inside you hear a muffled, “Come in!”
Eddie’s sitting on the floor on a small throw pillow, his back against the couch, scribbling in a small, green notebook. It’s evident from the spoon sticking out of the container in front of him that he’s been eating vanilla frosting straight out of the tub. The weed must be getting to him already.
He looks up as you enter, and hurriedly closes the book as he goes to stand. He glances at his watch and greets you with a cheerful, if a little flustered, “Hey, sweetheart! Are you early? I didn’t think… Oh, I must’ve got distracted and lost a little time there.”
He beams at you as you move into the modest living room, dimples popping and those adorable chocolate brown eyes flashing in your direction.
Yeah, fluttery... You wonder how on earth you’re gonna keep it together for an entire evening.
Eddie beckons you over to the couch, and as you perch on the edge he invites you to spark up a pre-rolled joint as he somewhat self-consciously grabs the almost-empty frosting container and goes to the kitchen to get drinks.
As he moves, you can’t help but take him in. His hair is clean and fluffy, and he leaves a cloud of a not unpleasant masculine body wash in his wake. His shirt, which fits far too nicely, is a deep, unfaded black, and the print on the front seems really vibrant. It seems to be burn and tear-free, the sleeves are intact and attached, and it’s tucked into his jeans, which also appear to be devoid of rips. Could they all be… new? But, why would he be wearing his best clothes just for a simple social?
Taking a long drag from the joint and needing a distraction from all the unbidden fluttering, you grab the notebook. It’s one you’ve never seen before. It's pretty, and has an embossed cover sporting some kind of fantastical creature. It’s very Eddie.
Looking inside, you see drawings of dice, weapons, ubiquitous Eddie stuff. But then you spot some full-page sketches of sexy elves, a long-haired medieval maiden, boobs, even a couple of well-proportioned penises. You’re a little surprised, but the drawings are so good and the level of detail so exquisite that you almost forget the subject matter.
There’s some writing too, short scenarios about fantastical characters fucking on mountain tops, magical sex toys, a wizard with an impossibly long tongue... You know you shouldn’t be looking, but you can’t tear your eyes away, and you feel a subtle heat developing in your belly.
You skip to what must be his most recent scribblings, wondering what he was so engrossed with as you came in, which is where you find content that looks oddly… familiar. There’s an outline of a story about a magical prince ravishing a fair damsel at a location that sounds eerily similar to the spot in the woods that a group of you discovered only the other week. A sketch of a figure wearing a crown, surrounded by intricate renditions of dragons, who has your eyes and lips, and physical proportions that look an awful lot like yours. A picture of a hand, adorned with something that looks very similar to a bracelet that you wear, with one of Eddie’s rings on a finger...
Eddie returns from the kitchen with sodas poured into old plastic cups branded with worn logos that look like they came from a ball game years ago.
“The maid took the week off so we’ve run out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?"
You didn’t hear his socked feet pad in on the soft carpet, and his voice startles you. You jump, dropping the notebook onto the coffee table with a small thud. It falls open at the picture of the dragon lady.
Eddie freezes, eyes popped wide and jaw dropped open. He gapes a few times like a fish as you quickly scramble backwards onto the sofa, talking quickly and apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie! I shouldn’t have been looking. I- I didn’t see much, honestly.”
He panics and rushes to put the cups down on the small coffee table, spilling a little from one of them. He quickly sits down next to you, and runs one hand nervously through his chestnut bangs while the other reaches shakily towards the notebook, but then pulls back.
He waves that hand in the air as he mumbles, “Umm, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. It’s, uh, ideas for campaigns or whatever. It’s just fantasy, y’know?”
He swallows thickly and his eyebrows pinch, and he’s studying your face to try to judge your reaction. Are you weirded out? Freaked? Upset? Angry?? Has he just ruined everything by forgetting to hide that damn book?
You see the terror in Eddie’s eyes, and you try to reassure him that you’re not offended by what you saw. In fact, quite the opposite. You blurt out,
“The drawings, they're really good. Amazing, actually. And the little stories, too. I sorta did read some, I’m really sorry. But it’s all really captivating. Kinda sensuous, almost visceral...”
You frown ever so slightly at your admission and chew your lip.
He asks, an endearingly hopeful look on his face,
“And… you like that?"
You look into his glinting, mahogany orbs and smile softly.
“Yeah, I like it, Eddie.”
You shift in your seat, and Eddie can’t help but notice how you subtly clench your thighs together.
The edges of Eddie’s lips quirk up into the tiniest smile, as he realises that not only haven’t you completely freaked out, you also, apparently, even liked at least some of what you saw.
But just as quickly, his face drops. Looking at his lap and rubbing one thumb over his rings, he says quietly,
“Yeah, but it’s just fantasy, right? In real life, no Dragon Queen would ever want a freak like me.”
Bending forwards to peek under the curtain of hair that’s dropped in front of his face, you look up into his eyes, and state, softly,
“Aw, don't be like that. That's not even true. Some people would give anything to be your Dragon Queen."
He turns his head to look at you with a questioning expression.
“Yeah?”
Quietly, you reply,
“Yeah. You never know who’s gonna think you’re kind, and smart, and pretty…”
There’s a beat of tense silence. Needing something to do, you teasingly push at his knee with your hand. You both let out nervous little chuckles; it helps to dissipate some of the tension in the room.
As Eddie’s leg springs back from your touch, you notice that sometime during all of this your thighs have started touching.
Shit.
Fuck it.
Whether it’s the weed, or the contents of the notebook, or the way your skin feels like it’s on fire where it’s in contact with Eddie, or simply the way Eddie’s responding to your flattery and compliments, you feel emboldened, and decide to admit just a little of your feelings for him.
“You know, I find you pretty, Eddie.”
He looks genuinely surprised.
“You- You do?”
“Yeah. Really pretty. Gorgeous, actually, if I’m being truthful. And funny, and clever, and astonishingly creative, and-”
He cuts you off.
"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."
“Oh yeah? And what kind of a problem would that be?”
His cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of pink as he admits, “The kind of problem that I’m gonna need to cover with a damn cushion, that’s what!”
You cackle, which makes Eddie laugh, a beautiful, booming sound emanating from deep in his chest.
You both start to giggle, all remaining discomfort dissipated. You theatrically bend and retrieve the pillow Eddie was sitting on earlier, handing it to him with a flourish as you dip your chin and peer up at him through your lashes.
“Might it also be the kind of problem that could one day be resolved by taking a certain Dragon Queen to a certain clearing deep in the woods, and doing certain things to her, perhaps with a certain magic tongue?”
Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, eyes twinkling, and suddenly looks dreadfully serious. His gaze locks with yours as he starts to lean into your space, and his gaze starts to flick between your eyes and lips.
He raises one hand to gently skim his fingertips down one side of your jaw and smiles a little as he says, in a low and husky voice that you can barely hear,
“Oh, my Queen, I think that would absolutely be the most perfect solution...”
—————————————————————
Thanks so much for reading!
A/N: If you haven’t seen Hot Fuzz, go do it. A reference near the beginning will make a whole lot more sense 😉 And if anyone spots the Shining reference somewhere in here, you win an invisible prize that you’ll never see, but it’s great, I promise.
Go go go check out the masterlist of other fabulous contributions for this challenge. Support your community!
Comments and reblogs give writers life, please share the love 💕💕💕
Tags: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician, and @sunshinepeachx bc we’ve bonded over Eddie fluff 😆
126 notes · View notes
kitmoas · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
1001
Trailer for Season 2 Of Training Grounds Universe
Warnings: None but it is part of an 18+ AU so NO MINORS
as usual if I missed anything let me know!
Author's Notes: and here, we see the start to a new chapter
TGU Master List | Navigation Post
Watching the tears, one by one, fall down the archer’s face broke you. No one ever said this would be easy, this entire dynamic never was. She was staring straight at the ground, sitting in the middle of thrown pillows and knocked over little knick knacks. The silence was worse than any of the fighting that had just ended, you wish she would just yell at you. She needed to say something, fighting meant that there was still some sort of emotion but this was a sign of surrendering to the situation. 
The pain in your chest was excruciating, but you knew that it could get worse and that petrifies you. You watch her entire body shake as she tries to take a deep breath and it makes your legs weak, sliding down the wall clumsily behind you. Your body barely hits the ground when she finally looks you dead in the eyes. Her cobalt eyes are cloudy and bloodshot, entire face red and tear stained. “A thousand times over, huh?” 
She’s laughing now, a low rumble in her chest as she stares at you. Your mouth moves but no sound comes out, your brain stuck on the sinking feeling in your body as you see every single emotion start to turn off in Kate’s eyes. It’s almost like a little switch as her face settles into a blank expression, tears drying up in the dense silence. The eyes that would tell a million stories, running wild with free flowing emotions, now devoid. She’s standing up, casually brushing off the dust on her dress pants as she hums some nonsensical song to herself. 
Stumbling forward you throw yourself at her feet as you feel your entire world crumbling, your foundation shaking and breaking. She barely glances at you, stepping around your flopped body as she begins to clean up. The eyes that you craved on your body, the ones that made you fall in love wouldn’t even look in your direction and it was like a stab to your lungs. You couldn’t even choke on the lack of air, pathetically crawling to try and catch up to her. When the archer pauses in her quiet cleaning to calmly start picking up all her arrows, even restringing the bow she knocked over, you cling to her. Any part of her that you can touch, “Kate please. Please just look at me.” You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for, you just need to see her eyes. 
When she finally raises her gaze from the table to you, you’re immediately taken back. The shock that goes through your body makes you choke on a sob that tears through your throat. The warm bright ocean eyes almost felt like a stranger’s, icecaps freezing over the waves. It leaves your jaw slack, and you can’t even move as she walks across the room–away from you. For the first time you see what all her enemies, and competitors, would say about her. The darkness in her eyes that loomed in their nightmares, for that would be yours forevermore. The walls you two built were wrecked, crumbled beneath you and you were standing in the middle of the wreckage as the rest of the life you built fell around you. 
You just pitifully watch as she moves around the apartment, picking things up and pocketing a couple items. Moving in a circle so that you can keep her in your sights, shaking but you can feel the numbness from the cold in the room settling into your bones.The pit in your stomach drops when she picks up a backpack, slipping some clothes and a couple of personal items into it. Your brain is screaming at yourself to move, to beg her to stay, but your body won’t budge. Frozen in your spot because you know you caused this, it was your fault and you no longer had the right to beg her to stay. 
Nothing in your body is making sense and you know that you’re drowning, but you're finally stumbling forward as she starts to cross the room to the front door. She’s turning around, the door just cracked open behind her. Your hands are shaking as you try to reach out to her but she pulls back just out of your reach. She’s holding something out to you, waiting, and you almost want to leave her hanging; but you never could truly say no to her. 
The key to the apartment plops into your palm, cold and heavy as it sits as a silent reminder of the inevitable. You watch her face, begging your mind to commit every single detail into your mind; burning each small thing you know about her into your soul. Her lips come together slowly, a high pitched whistle as Kate calls out to Lucky but he just whines crawling under the couch. Her blank face breaks momentarily, a flash of hurt that burns you. You want to drag him out from his hiding spot, force him to go with the archer but you know that it isn’t what she would want. 
The sound of her clearing her throat drags you back out of your dark mind, and you watch her composure build back as she lets the leash dangle across your fingers where they still hover in the air. After what feels like a lifetime she finally looks at you, her eyes scanning over your entire body slowly. Her calloused hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and you lean heavily into it. The warmth is something you try to let sink into your bones, let your soul soak it up. “The apartment is paid off, and the utilities are auto paid through the company so no worries there. His food comes twice a month, always on Wednesdays so you’ll have to drag that inside.” Her voice doesn’t even sound the same and you want to scream, you need to hear her voice. You nuzzle into her hand, trying to ask for what you want but the words won’t come. She’s smiling now, at you, and it shatters every single cell in your body. It’s not her smile and you know that you caused that, you caused her smile to change and you can’t hold the floodgate anymore. 
Your tears are soaking her hand, and even now her thumb is wiping them away. Her scent overwhelms your senses and you just want to collapse into her arms, ignoring everything that just happened. The tips of her hair tickle you as she leans in, her lips burn a mark into your cheek as she lets them linger there for a moment. The pressure is something that you will never be able to forget, the way her bottom lip swipes against the round of your cheekbone as she pulls away. 
Kate is turning now, slipping out of the door only her hand reaching back in to grab the bow and quiver that she had left leaning against the wall. The click echoes throughout the cold room as the lock engages, the last sound you hear her make as she walks away. Your body is stuck in the same spot, arm out holding the leash and key. You’re unsure how long you stand there like that, but Lucky has trotted his way over to you. Sitting next to you as you both stand there, naively waiting for the archer’s return. 
It’s only when the sun sets, the apartment almost completely in the dark sans a single glow somewhere, that you finally move. Slow and on autopilot you turn, setting the leash and key on the table near the door. You aren’t even aware as you open the coat closet door, slipping one of the purple hoodies over your frame–relishing in the soft overly large warmth like it was a normal day. It’s only when you head to the kitchen to make Lucky his dinner that you see it. There on the island, illuminated with the hanging lights, sits the rich purple velvet box that holds the most beautiful thing you ever laid your eyes on. 
It was a beautiful night, you were out with the five most important people in your life and you couldn’t be happier. A gorgeous private piece of land that your girlfriend had rented out to have a fun drive in movie night with a huge picnic layout. Kate had asked you casually, not one to make a huge deal when she thought you would be more comfortable with just a cute night. She said everything she had ever done in her life was to win, to beat something, but not you. You were the one thing in her life that she wanted to hide away, not gloat over and not let the world see because you were the most precious thing in her life. Most of the others looked shocked, but not you. You had dreamt about this from the moment the archer had said she wanted to kiss you. 
She didn’t want an answer though, not yet.  She wanted you to think about it, stating that she got to plan this entire thing out and talk it out with others. Kate, always the one to think everything through, wanted you to have that time. She wanted you to be able to have a little bit to think about it, not because she thought you would say no but because she wanted you to have that same giddy feeling she did. She never thought someone at that picnic would pull you to the side. She never could have planned for one of the people she invited to one of the most important moments of her life to tell you that if you wanted to keep them in your life you had to say no. 
Kate had thought it through, nothing about marriage broke any rules and she believed that everything in the dynamic could continue to grow even with rings and a new last name. It all made sense in her brain, but she had overheard your conversation. She hadn’t meant to but she was looking for you because Carson wanted to take pictures. She heard you stumbling through questioning, stumbling through agreeing. 
You didn’t want to lose anyone and maybe one day you could say yes to Kate, but right now you weren’t sure if you could. It didn’t start a fight immediately, it didn’t gauge a reaction right then. The group sensed a weird vibe and decided to all go separate ways, leaving the two of you to head home. It was silent the entire ride home, just the hum of the car as it sped down the road. Usually the two of you would make out in the back of the car, it was your favorite thing to do anytime the CEO used her driver, but today you sat quietly looking out different windows. 
The silence continued even as the two of you got ready for bed, Lucky climbing on the bed to curl up in between you. Nothing but a mumbled goodnight exchanged as you both lay on your sides, facing away from each other, awake all night. You thought when the sun rose again that maybe everything would be okay. You could talk to Kate and maybe fix everything, but how could you tell her that you weren’t picking her. How could you hurt her and go back to normal after? You knew it was impossible but also marriage would mess up the dynamic as it sits now, right? 
A yip shakes you out of your thoughts as you realize you were standing at the entrance of the kitchen still, zoned out as your unfocused eyes stare at the ring box. Lucky is pawing at the box that holds his food and you sigh, you couldn’t break down yet. You get him fed and take him out for a long walk to tire him out. It’s later that night after you mindlessly tried to get your homework done and you’re curled up in the empty cold bed with the boy curled up at the bottom that you let your body break. Silent sobs wracking through you, violently tumbling out of your throat as they choke you. You let your mind and soul shatter, curled up in the sheets that still smell like Kate and dressed from head to toe in the clothes she left. The cold metal wrapped around your finger overwhelms you as your body finally gives into the exhaustion, thoughts of what if haunting your dreams. 
60 notes · View notes
un-pearable · 6 months
Text
okay post sonic symphony post recap :D
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
1st mezzanine sweep (could see both the orchestra + the singers excluding when they went in the audience at one point) + we were right next to the projector (cool!!!!) and some of the speakers (ouch)
orchestral:
setlist (as best i remember, i wasn’t writing it down, PLEASE correct me):
sonic 1
sonic cd
sonic 2
sky sanctuary
sonic mania
“welcome to 3D”
believe in myself/it doesn’t matter medley
chao garden
“three new ones”
rooftop run
aquarium park/planet wisp
frontiers medley w/ stuff from third DLC
i was so excitedly surprised to see the new visuals!!! they did a really great job combining the new origins cutscenes with gameplay and the timing was INCREDIBLE esp for a live show. infinite kudos and honestly i can appreciate them waiting two years to actually do this since the cutscenes really tied to first few medleys together
conductor absolutely CRUSHED IT dude was very understanding that the audience was going to be Losing It consistently and he made it work. so much love to that orchestra they did a stellar job and im so sad they’ll get overshadowed by the vocal parts (which. yeah obviously. but they did SUCH great work and the conductor did a great job directing the audiences applause to them)
felt bad they had to stop between every single medley for applause but such is life . also experiencing live audience reactions for stuff like the chemical plant zone drowning trap and amy being playable in the metal sonic race was amazing
enjoyed the sky sanctuary medley even though it took the place of the sonic 3k music overall, so much kudos to the video team that was SO cool (AND IT HAD THE FRONTIERS ANIMATED SPECIAL!!!!! YEAHHHH WIN FOR KNUCKLES FANS EVERYWHERE)
the believe in myself/it doesn’t matter one’s are always so sweet to me i love how they frame them using the cutscenes from each of their respective stories + the end card 🥺 now do that for everyone else’s themes!!!!!!!!!!
i’m definitely forgetting at least one bit in there but it was so delightful all around, the new arrangements were so fun, unleashed sweeps as always but one guy near me was SUPER passionate about aquarium park im glad he was happy. the frontiers medley ended w/ the new supersonic form and having not watched that trailer this was the BEST possible way to see that new content holy SHIT!!!!!!!!
intermission: that was the single most positive bathroom i’ve ever been in and i mean that in the least weird way possible. everyone was so so so excited and complimentary (ty to the person who liked my pins and whose fiancé liked the tails one. i like it a lot too :]) also kudos to the stunning wave cosplayer i saw she was killing it!!!!! molly whoever you were i hope you enjoyed the second half as much as i did
vocal tracks:
setlist (i actually did write this one down):
i am all of me
what i’m made of
open your heart
knight of the wind
escape from the city
(new!!) superstars intro theme
his world
reach for the stars
fist bump
endless possibility
(fake out ending)
break through it all
undefeatable
live and learn
the fake out of having only the orchestra on stage and then l having i am all of me just START even before johnny + jun got on stage. incredible. we were all so distracted i have to find a clip of the audible chaos when the music started going and everyone clocked it was SHADOW FIRST. anyway so so so funny they only showed cutscenes from shth . no gameplay. gee wonder why
interesting structure too, compared to the order of the OG one in 2021 (which focused more on ramping up to the classics + live n learn at the end) this order bookended some of the less popular songs (reach for the stars and the new superstars theme particularly) with the BIG names
you should have heard how much people lost it when johnny said “you are… what i’m made of” i’m so proud of you sonic symphony audience. we are all sonic heroes appreciators
oh also johnny + everyone’s clumsy attempts to name drop/imply song names in their inbetweens. hilarious. astounding. i’m glad we’re your knight johnny
^ re: prev i NEED a recording of that it was glorious. if anyone has one hmu
literally two minutes before the second half started i was telling my beloved friend i dragged along that all i needed to be happy was for them to have kept knight of the wind and it was the FOURTH SONG . WIN FOR JAY. 3 of my top fives within the first twenty mins of act 2. incredible
obviously escape from the city floored everyone. i think that got the most people singing but we were all already exhausted vocally it was very funny hearing what lines people mumbled. but it DID have the most call and response, with the biggest songs they would really just shut off the mics and let the audience sing a lot of lines it was so so fun
johnny took his leave from the stage (and complimented + thanked dave vives and also the fandom), said goodnight, and sometime around now tomoya ohtani was brought on (he deserved more applause and did eventually get it)
superstars theme was cool!!!! but right after city escape was funny bc . no one knows it. you go from most singable theme imaginable to everyone sitting as upright as possible and the half that wasn’t already recording to whip out their phones to capture it especially as they introduce it as “the first time this song has EVER played on this side of the ocean” lmao. hope you liked it london i’m glad you took us down a peg
his worrrrrrlddddd we all love it. we were all so tired. also we kept fumbling the lines bc we all like the zebra head version and rappings hard. i get it. video team did a fun job remixing the visuals for sonic + shadow + silver focus sections though it was really cool
reach for the stars really had people peetering out over the length partly bc we were all exhausted vocally and partly bc it’s sadly less iconic
i could not take fistbump seriously bc they had our beloved ian jr front and center for the whole video. it was glorious. they started w gadget for the opening bit and then bam ian jr everywhere. amazing . got a whole games worth of cutscenes with his beautiful face you did your creator (who was IN THE AUDIENCE) proud
good break before endless possibility though
possibilities are endless. ‘nuff said
jk the video was STUNNING and a lot of it was the opening cutscene which remains some of the best sonic animation ever to this day. and this song REALLY showcased how well the orchestra worked simultaneously with the band it was glorious . the use of the werehog transformation scene in time with:
Tumblr media
mwa. stunning choice. and once again damn the band’s vocalist (dave vives) CRUSHED IT. johnny gave him a shout out for being a worthy successor at the shows he can’t attend and it was so so so deserved y’all are in for a treat
around here my ears + voice started genuinely feeling weird. the sacrifices we make for an absolutely wild experience (it’s all fine now though dw <3)
at this point they thanked everyone for coming + the band walked off stage and they turned all the lights off for a joke. me knowing they wouldn’t leave w/o live and learn was skeptical <- totally forgot they had a whole other guest star who hadn’t done his signature contribution yet
“one more” chanting ensued and my bro says he thinks they definitely had someone planted to say that but like. they did way more than one more. no way that was an intentional phrase
the band returned!!!! KELLIN QUINN KILLED IT
it’s dead. it’s dead and gone . my hearing and also the ability to play sonic music it’s been forever changed . hearing those incredible songs from frontiers + a full live orchestra backing up the astounding vocals (HOW) was incredible. this is when i could feel the literal balcony shaking . my vocal chords are going to kill me tomorrow
obligatory “just one more” was undefeatable and ngl im so glad they did it second, the hype up with break through it all made it even better despite them going the opposite in the game . should have used the cooler going supersonic clip from the trailers rather in game though . no one is immune to undefeatable + the extending music video was crazy good
ANOTHER “one last one” in which johnny was called back on stage, pretended to not know what people were asking for/what he was supposed to sing, got the ENTIRE crowd yelling the name of the song, and then and he + kellin absolutely crushed live and learn
it’s live and learn. it’s the perfect end note ft. quinn’s unparalleled vocals. what more do you need
they showed the really funny still shot of shadow overlaid on the moon for the last shot of the video and i know it’s the actual ending but it lingered for like 15 seconds and i couldn’t stop laughing . they showed all the dialogue captions leading up to him dying so i though they were going to show him falling to earth but nah. stock render brain store ass pose
Tumblr media
still COOL AS HELL!!!!!!! they had us congratulate EVERYONE and all the individual band members and the orchestra and im so so so happy with how it went . one million thanks to these wonderful people they did a great job
a couple literally got engaged in the lobby. one group started belting sonic underground on like the third floor of the stairway. it was incredible. the oscar’s could never top this ty dolby theaterrr
absolutely incredible all around . special shout out to: the people lowkey cosplaying while still in formalwear (woman in a beautiful white dress wearing a rouge hairpiece i salute you. guy in blue suit and guy in orange suit you’re amazing. woman in the fanciest amy rose dress i’ve ever seen im in love). the people with awesome t-shirts i am among your ranks we love a fandom with cool shirt designs. people in full on cosplay i am so so happy for all the diversity in characters i saw. the line for merch that stretched all the way back into the theater at the end: what was the theater staff doing that was bonkers. the people handing out stickers that i missed i Will be stalking your online stores. all the people in normal formal wear carrying their plushies? amazing. the world is beautiful. goodnight everyone
37 notes · View notes
paperbackribs · 6 months
Text
The Gift (6 of 15) (Witch Steve AU)
previous: Chapter 5 You're Doing That On Purpose (Part B) next: Chapter 7 Answering the Question Content: steddie fic, 2K words
Last chapter, Eddie convinces Steve about which film to watch on movie night, Robin reveals she bagged a date with Vickie, and Steve unexpectedly saw a vision through Eddie's sight. This chapter, Steve would really like people to stop staring at how strange he looks and he confesses his fears and doubts about his Witch powers to Eddie.
Chapter 6 Help a Friend
“Steve! We need your help.” Dustin’s voice rings through Family Video. The couple in the corner look back over their shoulders. Probably startled by the sheer volume belting out of the little butthead, Steve thinks with irritation.
It’s the end of the Friday rush and everyone and their mother should be home with their new releases and weekly specials. The purple fluorescent lights shining down from the top of the ceilings banish the darkness from the outside, yes, but they don't create nearly as hip or appealing a psychedelic cast as ownership thought they would. The strain of the lights along with the burr of the airconditioner adds to the building pain in Steve's head.
The entire day has been a wash. It was Robin’s shift off, he's not been able to eat in hours, and, on top of it all, he'd had to endure Keith’s odd looks until the lanky man had left half an hour ago.
Just ask, Steve wants to snidely say. Point to my face or neck and say, hey man, what happened to you? Instead, he had put up with Knowing that Keith was looking at him throughout the afternoon while watching the other guy’s head whip away any time Steve turned to catch him out. The hypocrisy of it was grating.
Now he’s an hour from getting off and he wants to, at the bare minimum, have a shower to wash off the stink of the day before Eddie comes over to watch their movie.
Lucas follows behind Dustin with the embarrassed expression of someone who understands what an inside voice should sound like. But it’s Dustin who slams his open backpack on to the counter, pencils and two spare batteries rolling out to drop on the floor.
“Fuck,” Dustin disappears in front of the counter as he bends over to pick up his mess.
“Language!” Steve rubs at the headache pushing behind the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry Steve,” Lucas says before lighting up. “Hey, do you have Night of the Creeps yet? Max saw the trailer earlier this year and El says she thinks zombies are funny.”
“That’s not the important thing here, Lucas.” Dustin stands up with a fistful of pencils and batteries only to shove Lucas to the side, who then pushes him back with his gangly arms. The stouter boy looks like he’s about to ram into his friend, so Steve does the responsible, mature thing and pulls Dustin back by the collar and shakes him like a disobedient puppy.
“Yeah, look over in the Horror section. It should be in New Release, but no one wants to rent it out.” Lucas follows Steve’s thumb to stroll over to the direction he gestured towards. Pointedly ignoring his friend squirming by the tips of his toes.
“Now, what’s this about,” Steve asks, releasing him.
Dustin clears his throat, conspicuously looking over his shoulder to see if any customers have come closer. The lone couple have long since lost interest. Nevertheless, Steve wants to smack him when Dustin hisses, “I need you to do a love spell for me.”
Steve drops his head into his hands. He just needs a moment, in the dark, away from this fucking day.
“First of all,” he mumbles, glaring out between his spreading fingers. “Don’t talk about this in public, you little dickhead.” He leans in further, “What I told you all is private and should stay that way.”
“Sorry,” Dustin looks appropriately chastened for all of three seconds before he perks up. “But, ah, could you do the thing.”
“No, I can’t do the thing. Even if I could, I wouldn’t do the thing. Because whatever you’re thinking about has got to be sketchy as fuck. Aren’t you dating Suzie, anyway?”
Lucas slides over his chosen VHS, which Steve notes has a big fat R sticker at the top of the case.
“No.”
“Come on, Steve. You got us The Shining.”
Steve crosses his arms, “That was for movie night. And I was able to watch over you guys when we saw it.”
“It’s just for me and the girls, we’re responsible,” Lucas tries, winningly.
Steve grabs the case and goes into the back to get the cassette, grumbling. He knew he was going to give in, why’d he even try to talk Lucas out of it? At least, out of all of them, he can probably trust Lucas, Max and El... Huh.
He returns, renting the movie under his name on the computer but watching Lucas from the side of his eye. “So, you don’t need the same help as Dustin, then?”
Lucas purses his lips, “Nah, I’m okay. Max explained it to me, and I just have to share her with El. But me and El aren’t together. We have a schedule; it all works out.”
“Ah, okay,” Steve replies, uncertain about whatever is going on with this group but deciding the blame lies with him: he never should have asked.
Dustin, in the meantime, looks a bee’s dick away from pulling out his tightly curled hair. “Steve,” he whines. “Suzie hasn’t talked to me in a week. A whole week! She’s clearly fallen out of love with me now that the honeymoon phase is over. I need to — you know, get a thing.”
Steve wonders if he should have just let Dustin use the word spell. It’s wrong on so many levels; he’s not Elizabeth Montgomery, he doesn’t twitch his nose and make people fall in and out of love. But it might be better than having Dustin repeatedly and in the most grating tone keep saying thing.
“Have you tried talking to her,” Steve asks, patiently.
“She’s not responding to the radio.”
“Have you tried calling her, on the telephone,” Steve clarifies, even more patiently.
Dustin blinks. “But her dad?”
“You don’t know what’s happened, Dustin. Rather than panicking, try calling her. If that doesn’t work, send her a letter. If that doesn’t work, we’ll talk more. Not,” Steve points an officious finger in Dustin’s face as he starts to open his mouth, “about that.” Steve pushes the R-rated film into its case, slaps it into Lucas’s waiting hands, and directs that finger again towards the door.
“Good night!”
As they leave, Lucas looks pleased, and Dustin looks like he’s brewing up a plan. No matter what they throw at him, Steve congratulates himself, he’s a pretty damn good babysitter. He turns to the approaching couple with a practised smile.
His satisfaction lasts through the drive home and past his shower. But it’s when he’s wiping his sweaty hands over his jeans one last time that he’s stopped as he catches his reflection in the hallway mirror.
The amber of the wood frames his square face, forcing his gaze front and centre. Making him unable to avoid the white globe on his left or the red ring below his jaw.
He’s always been a little vain, having a healthy appreciation for the work he'd put into his well-coifed hair and the muscles that playing basketball and swim meets had put on his bones. If he puts the effort in to look good, then he should at least get to appreciate the results, right?
But Keith got into his head, and he can’t stop picking at the thought that between his cockeyed features and the fading line around his neck, he must look unpleasant to some people. People like Eddie. Who, even as the self-proclaimed master of all that is weird and wonderful, hadn’t been able to look away from Steve’s eyes when he’d first gotten out of the hospital.
Or maybe it’s just that the uncanny, which has always sat comfortably inside of him, is now visible to others. Shining through in a manner that compels even the most mundane of people to stop and stare.
After The Sacrifice, he thinks that perhaps the white threads of fate are reflected in his left eye. That anyone looking at Steve can see that he decided to play God and manipulate Eddie’s destiny.
What, he wonders, separates him from Vecna? Henry must not have started out as a sinister bastard; even as a child, he couldn’t have been purely evil from the get-go. Did getting his way, by using his powers, corrupt the child until the adult thought that torture and murder were justifiable as long as they were in service to what he believed was right?
He thinks back to Nancy's instant suspicion and, even though it was more subtle, Eddie's initial tenseness around him. Did people like Nancy and Eddie see a connection between the well-meant intentions of Steve to the malevolent actions of Vecna?
Out of the corner of his right eye, he sees a shifting body behind the frosted glaze of the front door before the bell rings.
Eddie.
Steve looks back at his reflection for a moment, unclenching his jaw and making sure that an easy smile graces his face when he pulls open the door. The warmth of the night air gently rushes against his body and the stars twinkle with a golden shimmer behind Eddie.
Eddie, who startles back like he hadn’t expected Steve to answer so quickly.
Christ, it must have looked like he was waiting by the door like some desperate loser. Steve runs a hand through his hair as he starts to stammer out an excuse, but the other guy is looking increasingly bewildered, so Steve takes a moment to pause, blow out a breath and try again.
“Sorry, weird afternoon, come in.”
Eddie crosses the threshold to follow Steve through, gently placing the six-pack on the table in front of the couch. “Are you okay?”
Steve thinks back to his promise on the kitchen counter, the truth. “Just struggling with looking like this,” he waves a hand over his face and neck, trying to encompass what ‘this’ is.
Eddie leans in to nudge him with an elbow, “A total smoke show?”
Laughter bubbles out of his chest and Steve looks on at Eddie fondly. “You’re right, what was I thinking,” he asks wryly.
“Hey, no, Stevie. I mean it,” Eddie grabs his wrist, a warm band connecting them. He raises his other hand to rest a finger on the skin by Steve’s left eye; the exact spot he had touched after he had been pulled back to life.
Eddie continues, sincerity ringing through his words. “Even if this is weirding you out, it’s a badge of honour. You made the world shift. You raised me from the dead. If you like me even a little, then you have to like the eye. Thems the rules.”
Steve chews on the inside of his cheek before admitting to the heart of what is bugging him. “I don’t regret it; I never will. But I forced an unnatural path and maybe that’s too much power for anyone to really wield.”
“So what?”
Steve blinks, “What?”
Eddie looks back at him, mismatched eyes unconcerned yet frank. “So what that you’re powerful. Good for you.”
He leans forward, gently tucking a lock of Steve’s hair behind his left ear. The tip of his finger trails the curve of his haircut to the base of Steve's neck, which Eddie loosely clasps, speaking earnestly into their shared space, their foreheads almost touching. “If anyone is going to be able to do good with what they have, it’s you. Have you ever harmed anyone?”
Steve opens his mouth to protest; he’s done plenty.
“No,” Eddie firmly stops him, shaking him in a gentler echo of Steve to Dustin earlier that night. “Anyone weaker than you. Or made someone do something they didn’t want to do, with or without powers. And I don’t mean that pissant peer pressure crap. We’re all guilty of that at some point or another. I mean, in your heart of hearts, if you had the chance to force someone to do something for your own gain, no matter whether it hurt them or not. Would you?”
He wouldn’t, realises Steve, taking comfort in Eddie's plain-spoken tone. He may have done some shit he wasn’t proud of back in high school, but he’s not that guy any longer.
The thought of what Eddie describes is repugnant and he gratefully holds onto that feeling; because that was what Vecna was missing, Steve suddenly understands. The utter repugnance and disgust at hurting the people around him, strangers and friends alike.
“You’re the babysitter, right? The protector. You don’t have to worry about any of that shit,” Eddie's expression is sweetly earnest and the clean relief of his words has Steve's head falling to rest on Eddie's shoulder. Who tentatively brings his arm up to embrace Steve.
Steve leans further into the hug, taking what comfort he can from Eddie and feeling the weight of the day falling away. Eddie’s woodsy cologne soothingly envelops him while the scratch of his recently shaved jaw catches strands of Steve’s hair as if to join them further together.
“Thank you,” he says softly into the warmth of Eddie's neck. “I had a shit day and I suppose it just piled up.”
“No problems,” Eddie murmurs lowly into his ear before drawing back, smiling into Steve’s face. “Now, how about we watch a true battle of good and evil?”
Steve nods in agreement before heading to the phone to call up Pizza Palace; thankful that he has Eddie in his corner and anticipating a night just for the two of them.
If you liked anything, please consider leaving a comment over on Ao3 :-) It would make my day!
Taglist
My taglist is always open, so let me know if you want to be added. Likewise, if you want to be removed, let me know. :) If I've missed you, definitely tell me because it's an accident!
@a-gae-af-racoon
@a-lovely-craziness
@aly-reads-alot
@bestwifehaver
@bookworm0690
@cinnamon-mushroomabomination
@ellietheasexylibrarian
@everyrandomthing
@finntheehumaneater
@geekymagicalpotato
@goodolefashionedloverboi
@hallucinatedjosten
@ilikeititspretty
@just-a-tiny-void
@ledleaf
@littlewildflowerkitten
@lostonceandneverfound
@manda-panda-monium
@matchingbatbites
@mightbeasleep
@nburkhardt
@newtstabber
@obliosworld
@oliver-sykes
@platonicbesties4life
@probablyscreamingintothevoid
@rajumat
@scoops-stevie-archive
@spectrum-spectre
@swimmingbirdrunningrock
@tartarusknight
@whackyrach
42 notes · View notes
tarisilmarwen · 1 year
Text
So I haven’t been keeping up with Mando S3 at all but I had to go and watch the Shadow Council scene because oh man.
Oh ho ho man.
I love it????
It’s just so delightfully late 90s Legends EU ham and cheese with all the quarreling Imperial warlords in holoconference together bickering about where to spend their limited resources and infighting about who’s going to be heading up the Imperial Remnant.
Palleon desperately reassuring everyone, “Not to worry, Thrawn’ll be back soon and he’ll have a plan, ha ha ha, no for real guys promise, he’s totally coming!”
Gideon snarking back like, “SURE WOULD BE NICE TO SEE HIM OCCASIONALLY.”
Project Necromancer, AKA what I assume is Sequel Trilogy rehabilitation.  An admirable effort on the showrunners’ part, some kudos deserved there. (Though I’m one of the people who thinks the sequels are unsalvagable I do admire other writers’ efforts to at least try.)
And all around just the juiciest plot developments to marinate over.
I’ve not made it a secret that I am resistant and actively hostile towards any efforts to lionize Thrawn or downplay him as a villain so this was yet more petty vindication on my end, with his return to leading the Imperial Remnant implied to be all but a foregone conclusion.
With Ahsoka title-dropping Heir To The Empire in her show’s trailer and this scene confirming general plot ideas from that Legends series I am definitely a lot more intrigued by what exactly Thrawn has been up to in the interim.
What did you do to my blueberry son, you bastard?
My prevailing theory?  It actually comes from a bit of Thrawn’s dialogue with Nightswan in the first new canon book:
“Perhaps I have a more optimistic view of my fellow beings than you do.  So you consider tyranny to be a bulwark against evil.  For how long?”
“Explain.”
“How long will you accept tyranny as a necessary part of Imperial rule?” Nightswan asked.  “Until all resistance is silenced?  Until all evils are vanquished?”
“Perhaps your optimism is not as strong as you claim,” Thrawn said.  “The tone of a government is set by its leader.  But Emperor Palpatine will not live forever.  When it comes time for his authority to be handed to another, my position as a senior officer will allow me to influence the choice of that new leader.”
Basically, I think Thrawn still wants to have some control over who it is that will take over the infrastructure, supplies, scaffolding, and heirarchy of what remains of the Empire, so he can direct the machine more favorably towards his own interests and the interests of the Ascendancy.
Ultimately arriving at the conclusion of course that it’s himself. :)
The only other burning question is of course where has Ezra been in all of this and like I’ve said before, I hope he’s being a lovely thorn in Thrawn’s side and annoying the absolute crap out of him.
We’ll see!
51 notes · View notes
hellotvshowtrash · 2 years
Text
stayin’ alive
Steve Harrington x Mayfieldsibling!reader (also gn reader)
Summary: after watching your sister die and throwing Hawkins into an apocalyptic state, you reunite with Steve.
word count: 913
Warnings: huge season 4 vol 2 spoilers so if you haven’t seen it, do not read this. Mentions of death, general children in danger, depictions of grief, and a literal apocalypse.
Requested: by the lovely @imgoingtofreakoutnow 🥹💗 (thank you for being my first Stranger Things request! I really hope you enjoy this fic!) “I saw you're accepting some requests so could I request something with Steve? Maybe he and the reader reuniting after what happened right after Max died and the Upside Down opened in Hawkins? Just like, the two of them, running towards each other, hugging and making sure they're okay?”
Tumblr media
Gif does not belong to me! Credits to creator! Thank you @firefly-graphics for the cute divider 💗
Tumblr media
Max’s limp form hangs from your arms as Lucas watches on, tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks. He drops to his knees at the same time the tremors begin, tremors that lead to cracks in the floor, starting at your sister’s feet, extending outward. The cracks begin opening, widening beneath you, causing Lucas to scramble, dragging you to a safe corner of the attic space you’re occupying. You wished the cracks would consume you, wish Lucas would have let you fall into whatever hell lay below. He’s saved your sister more times than you can count, and he fought harder than hell to try save her this time. Small town minds are hard to change though, and Jason proved that tonight. If Jason hadn’t held you both at gunpoint, you might’ve been able to be there for Max. To save her.
The quaking lasts for minutes, so much destruction in such little time. The plan failed, and Hawkins was going to pay the price. When they finally stop, it’s the thought of Steve that gets you up and carrying Max out of the Creel house. Everything’s in slow motion as you stumble down the stairs, unsteady in this new reality. You think Lucas tries to say something to you, but nothing gets through the buzzing in your ears. The two of you carefully load Max into the car, your eyes unblinking as you close the door. Lucas says something again.
“Y/N.” He says, finally grabbing you by the arms and shaking you. You look away from your sister’s broken body and blink at him rapidly, tears streaming down your face. He looks you dead in the eye. “I felt a pulse.”
Hawkins Memorial is filled with crying, screaming, scared people. Once a pulse is confirmed by a nurse, Max is hauled away from you and Lucas, off to surgery to fix her broken bones.
“We need to find the others.” It comes out more monotonously than you intend. “We’ll be here when she gets out of surgery, but we need to find the others in the meantime. We need to know what happened.”
Lucas silently agrees, turning with you back into the parking lot. Hope mixes with dread mixes with anger as smoke rises in the sky, the town you’ve grown to love and hate collapsing beneath your tires as you pull out of the hospital parking lot, making your way to Eddie’s trailer park.
Minutes feel like hours as you find new ways to get anywhere in this new setting. Your right turn into the park is fast and bumpy and you hear Lucas’s protesting grunts as he holds onto the door for stability. From the entrance, you can see him exiting the Munson trailer. Steve looks tired, defeated, even from this distance. You push the gas pedal as far as it’ll go, speeding toward the group leaving the trailer.
Steve looks up in time to see you throw the car in park and open your door, exiting as quickly as you can to reach him. Your feet move of their own volition, running in Steve’s direction as he sprints to meet you. You collide in the middle, his arms enveloping you into him. You release a choked sob of relief as his warmth seeps into you, your bruised and bloodied Steve Harrington came out alive - again. Your arms wrap around his midsection and he squeezes you tightly.
“Are you hurt?” You demand, trying to pull away to examine him and any injuries he may have gained.
“Please, don’t let go,” He practically begs, lowering his face into your hair and kissing the top of your head. He relishes in the feeling of having you pressed against him, knowing you’re safe and here and alive.
“What happened?” You cry into him, gently wrapping your arms around him again.
“We thought we got him.” He says thickly. “We really did.” He pulls away just enough to look you in your eyes, red and swollen, and he knows without you needing to tell him that Max had died. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You sob as he pulls you into him again, squeezing as much as he dares.
“She’s in surgery now.” You sniffle. Steve stills. He pulls away and looks at you, confused.
“What?” He blinks, his eyes searching your face.
“She died,” You confirm, a small hiccup escaping your throat. You hear Robin gasp from somewhere behind Steve. “But she somehow got a pulse back, after the gates opened. I don’t know what happened, but she’s alive.” You smile weakly, the mix of emotions turning it into more of a grimace. Steve turns to look at the group behind him, finding Dustin looking excitedly at Eddie next to him. Robin and Nancy stand side by side, looking at you with worried looks on their faces.
“So, the plan kind of worked then?” Dustin said, turning back to look at you.
“In a horrible, heart breaking, backwards kind of way.” You shrug tiredly. “She still died, and Hawkins still went to hell. The gates opened.”
“But we saved Max.” Dustin wouldn’t let anyone take that win away. He hugged Eddie, who blinked and awkwardly returned the hug, a small smile forming on his face.
The destruction around you disappears as Steve turns back to you, tilting your chin up. Despite the pain, fear, everything, Steve Harrington kisses you and, no, nothing was okay, but Steve was with you and would be, indefinitely.
239 notes · View notes
jadeazora · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
The new trailer is giving me brainrot 😅
Ash has a special place in my heart for being my gateway to Pokemon and being my first anime protagonist, but at the same time, up until Sun and Moon made some shake-ups to the formula (most notably letting him finally win a League), the series just felt like it was in an endless loop for me, that they'd never let him win and it would just be the same old repetitive shit forever. I realized this in AG as a kid, and that's when I originally mostly dropped the anime. (I would still watch if they were featuring a character I liked or if it just happened to be what was on, but I was no longer invested in him as a character. Even when I came back fully in Kalos, I was more watching for the other characters. Ash just felt stale and bland to me after so long.)
But the new series isn't bound by the formula and restrictions of the past. There's a lot of potential with the Liko and Roy and the goals they'll set for themselves, the mysteries they set up with the pendant and Pokeball, and the direction the story will go. It'll be a new, fresh breath of air, and I'm so excited for it.
I'll miss him. I grew up with him. But I'm so happy they're finally letting him go, and the new series looks really interesting!
55 notes · View notes
Text
This post is going to be criticizing the RWRB movie. If you don’t want to read, please keep scrolling💖
Ok y’all. I have been so hyped for this movie since the day it was announced. I’ve kept up w every post and trailer drop, re read the book, made a playlist, etc. I wanted to LOVE this movie. I thought it was going to be my new fav and was literally jumping for joy when I released it got released earlier today. So, of course, I sat down to watch it. I had to stop 20 minutes in. 
The first thing I noticed was how terrible the writing was. It was absolutely juvenile, and seemed so cringy and awkward. All of the pacing was terrible too. It was jarring how quickly it moved. Any directions the actors got were obviously not good, or the actors didn’t take them seriously. Everything felt so forced, and to me it seemed like physically the actors just didn’t know what to do half the time. There were multiple unnecessary shots, and montages that added nothing to the movie. 
Of course the lack of June and Leo were disappointing, but we already knew we weren’t getting them so let’s that focus on that. 
Overall, I’m just incredibly disappointed. I wanted to LOVE this movie. I was in no way a hater before it came out. But now that it’s here, I’m just devastated that one of my favorite books has been turned into something I don’t like and can’t connect with. 
If you loved the movie, good for you! I’m glad that you can enjoy, I seriously wish I could be like you. These are just my personal opinions, so please respect them. 
19 notes · View notes
strawbrygashez · 1 year
Text
Vampire Postal 1 Dude x Postal 3 Dude
Starting to get spoiled
Yep! We r about to get Twilight up in here 🧛‍♀️ uhh tw for blood, needles, cutting ppl open (not descriptive) !!! 😧 this is a bit more uhh sensual than I usually write but nothing super super crazy happens! Ask me to tag anything else
————————————————————————
A postal dude of all people should be used to changes in their life, almost everyday a new situation would present itself to Dude and for the most part, Dude could handle it well and go with the flow and P3 guesses this isn’t the absolute worst new thing he had to introduce to his daily errands list but it was certainly new. Usually after killing someone, he’d just go on his jolly way, perhaps whistling a tune while stepping right on top of newly deceased body now that one more annoyance had been taken care of, but now Dude had to spend a good while after with the cold dead body and occasionally drag them off for even more privacy so there would be less of a chance someone would come across the pretty disturbing scene of Dude trying to collect as much blood from the body as he could.
He was still trying to improve on how he actually went about doing this. The least messy way he found was using a syringe but that took a bit longer than other options and didn’t even really provide that much blood if he didn’t repeat his actions a bunch of times, so sometimes he’d go about it the bit messier way and just find a good place to cut open and drain what he could into some of the bottles he’d started to carry around in his backpack now.
It was kinda a pain to clean himself afterwards if he had other things to do and couldn’t exactly be covered in blood while doing so (which was most of the time) but he didn’t mind much. It was all trial and error since he was new to this but it was definitely worth it to know he’s helping out his boyfriend and to know how thankful he is for this. Seeing as p1 couldn’t go out in the daylight and even still had his phobia of being around people and being outside in general at night, p3 felt like it was his job to help him out and provide what he could for his little blood sucker. Coming home had actually became something p3 looked forward to even more now since when he did, and announced to his fanged boyfriend that he’d gotten him a new supply, the way p1 would perk up made his heart flutter every time..no matter how gay that sounded.
-
P3 was actually looking forward to this right now as he skipped as jolly as ever as his old trailer came into view. Throwing a wave towards Champs direction once he saw the old mutt in his beat up dog house, he quickly sped up to the door, opening it with a loud “Honey! I’m home!”. Only to be met with…no sight of his boyfriend anywhere at first. The light was off for some reason which was pretty unusual. By now P1 would usually be either watching TV or sitting on the couch watching..wolf documentaries on his iPad of all things..which the irony in that had been pointed out to p1 multiple times by now but he didn’t seem to change his interest in the animal despite the jokes.
Confused, P3 switched the lights back on, smiling as a groan came as soon as the lights filled the living room again. Apparently his blood sucker had been laying down on the couch. Tossing his backpack off for now, he made his way over to look down at him from behind the couch, only for his smile to drop as he saw the state P1 was in. He looked pretty miserable, somehow paler than usual as he scowled and pulled the blanket up more over him. “What’s wrong dollface? Did you not drink anything yet? I told you I left some extra bottles in the fridge.” He asked as he ran a hand into P1s long hair. That was another thing he was proud of actually. Since he’d came into P1s life, he’d actually helped him improve in a couple things. One being that he convinced P1 he was worth taking care of himself..so now his hair wasn’t always matted and tangled as it had been before.
P1 leaned into his boyfriend touch but didn’t seem any happier. “No. I know but…mm..” P1 grumbled, apparently not wanting to say exactly what was going on, instead settling to face his head to kiss the palm of p3s hand instead. P3s smile stayed as he ran a thumb across his boyfriends cheek bone. “But what?” He asked. P1 looked up at him for a moment, in thought about something before shaking his head. “You’ll..get mad at me if i-..” he yet again mumbled. The brunette of the two rolled his eyes playfully before removing his hand from him and crossing his arms on the back of the couch. “Did you manage to trick some poor pizza guy to come over and now he’s rotting in our room? Or maybe he kicked your ass and that’s why you’re all mopey?” P3 knew at times when P1 won’t spit out what he wants to say or is holding something in, humor or messing with him usually helped. They were a pretty good match in that way.
P1 rolled his eyes now too and finally sat up, giving p3 the chance to see how bad off p1 actually was at the moment. His face was even skinner than usual and his eyes looked ‘dead’ which was a usual sign he hadn’t drank in a while..which he already said he hadn’t but- “I don’t want some uh..like pizza guys blood.” The fanged Dude said. P3 nodded and joked “yeah you’re too good for that.” P1 glared at him for just a minute before rubbing his eyes and continuing. “I don’t want…Dude. I..The blood you’ve been bringing back is..okay. I appreciate it but it’s all so cold and-”
“You can probably heat blood up. Yknow we have a microwave..might make it smell bad for me but I dunno I might like it! When someone is burning they kinda smell like chicken so..”
P1 squinted a moment before sighing. “No. I’m just trying to say..the last time I had yours…it was so good and warm.. all these other random other people I’m drinking from aren’t as good.” He finally confessed. P3 couldn’t help but get..a tiny bit red at that (probably not helping the situation here since p1 sounds like he could eat him whole right now since apparently..he was ‘warm’). He gave a slight nervous chuckle before standing up straight again. “Didnt I let you do that at least twice last week? I think you’re just starting to get spoiled…” P3 said before starting to go over to grab his backpack to provide him with a bottle. And for fucks sake..a fucking whine sounded like it slipped out of his boyfriend. “Pleassee… I’m not getting spoiled…it’s just you taste really good and I’m tired of random peoples bland cold blood.”
Now one of p3s favorite things about his boyfriends whole ‘vampire’ thing was all the sucking and tasting innuendos. It was just too easy. He smirked and stopped in his steps to look back over at him. “I taste good, huh? In more ways than one?” Now either p1 knew what he was doing or he was just dense but either way..he nodded. “Mhm..and..maybe if you let me have what I want..I’ll ‘taste’ you the other way after.” It was a miracle in P1s mind he was able to get that sentence out with a minimal shake in his voice. He still wasn’t used to being with someone..or even being in situations like that with someone but he supposed fair was fair and well..he is his boyfriend so he obviously would wanna do that anyways. And of course, when p1 had gotten that offer out, p3 being the horn dog he is, changed his tune real quick.
“Yknow what? I’ll take ya up on that.” He smirked as he made his way back to him on the couch. P1 grinned as p3 made his way to sit down and scooted over but paused when p3 did while the smirk left. “Just..be good and don’t yknow fucking kill me. Or I guess you can. Dying because of you would be alright I suppose.” He finished, finally sitting down. P1 shook his head playfully and scooted up closer. “Of course not.” Now that P1 was this close…maybe it would have been a good idea to have drank some beforehand because the way p3 smelled was intoxicating..and the heat coming off him was almost too much. He hadn’t felt this much of a need for him in this way before.. not being able to really hold back, he made his way to sit on his lap, not wasting much time to lean in close to the side of p3s neck, taking in the warmth and how his vains seemed to pop out in P1s eyes. P3 felt the tip of his boyfriend nose slowly move across the side of his neck which caused him to swallow. He felt like fucking prey under him which..still wasn’t something p3 was used to. Not that it scared him, he trusts p1 but he was usually the one in control. To regain somewhat of a grasp of the situation, he held onto P1s thin hips as he continued.
“Let go.” He whispered, still not moving away from his neck. Before p3 could ask why, his boyfriend continued before licking a stripe up his neck. “Take off your jacket.” The brunette listened and shrugged off what he could while sitting down and p1 helped pushed the sleeve down out of his way from what side he was leaned into. Now he had much better access to the area he drank from last time which he could still see the scars from. A mix of feelings washed over him as he saw his old bite and fang marks in the skin where Dudes shoulder met his neck. Mostly he felt proud and content knowing he’d been walking around with that even though he rarely took his jacket off. For just a moment he imagined him taking it off just for some bitch to get jealous of him, seeing he belonged to someone else. But those thoughts could wait for later. He felt practically in heaven in this situation right now and not taking a bite already felt like he was just teasing himself..but he supposed a little preparation was always good.
Apparently he wasn’t only teasing himself however, feeling a sudden..sign in p3s pants that he was enjoying this in some way too. The ginger couldn’t help but giggle and go back in to lick over the spot he’d previously bit. He heard a small breath leave his boyfriend and his hands once again return to his hips. “You’re too good to me.” P1 whispered as he glanced down to his boyfriends tan skin. “I know. That’s wh- MM-!” The little fucker cut him off with one more lick from the flat of his tongue, only to finally sink his fangs in. P3 didn’t hate the feeling, it felt amazing the past two times and he sure it will start to feel better in a minute but the sharp first sting always had him biting his own bottom lip.
P1 brought his other hand up to hold onto p3s other shoulder to hold himself up steady as he quickly felt himself getting lost in the way p3 tasted. In all of his life nothing compared to the warmth and taste of him. Something about it was just so much better than anyone else he’d ever drank from and it certainly helped that his boyfriend eventually started to raise one of his hands up to his back to ‘soothe’ him when he was the one getting fucking drank from. P3 ran his thumb up and down a area of his boyfriends spine as he listened to the little noises that escaped from his vampires throat. He (correctly) assumed this was also satisfying more than his literal thirst ..especially when p1 would occasionally grind in closer to him and it didn’t take long for the ginger to get worked up himself too to where his boyfriend could feel it and him panting.
P3 couldn’t help but to groan a couple times and let his body relax as more and more of blood was taken from him. All of this made his body feel hot and his head feel dizzy like usual but this time..he felt a bit more dizzy than usual. It was probably because p1 was..really drinking more from him than he usually did. He’d never felt a liquid start rolling down himself during this before but he certainly did now. He also felt his boyfriend huff even more as he continued and felt the fucker even bite down harder, like he was forgetting, ‘hey you’re drinking from ur boyfriend here’. And it was getting all too much when P1s knee pressed in between his legs more and the room felt like it was spinning.
With what energy he could muster, he let out a silent “hey…” when p1 didn’t answer and just kept on ‘enjoying his meal’ that he was taking a bit too much enjoyment of, he gave a slight pat to his hip. “Hey. C-calm down already..y-you’re gonna- I’m not gonna have much blood left sk-skippy.” Thankfully this got P1s attention this time and he finally slowly unhooked his fangs out, quickly licking up what was still pouring out before sitting up straight to look at p3. And sure, p3 felt super fucking light headed and probably wouldn’t be in the mood for his bj anymore now that he can’t focus on one thing much and was tired as shit but what he did notice and take immense pleasure of was how fucking blissed out his boyfriend looked now..only being slightly terrified that his boyfriends mouth and chin was pretty well covered in his blood.
The life in his eyes was back and even some color was in his face now. His cheeks were back to looking a bit plumper again too. He watched as p1 licked his lips and a slurty grin appeared on his face. “Guessed you had fun hm??” P3 asked as he rested his head back on the couch. “Mhm~ thank you babe.” P1 sang as he leaned in to give him a quick kiss. P3 only hummed ‘mhm’ back before closing his eyes. The ginger stared at him for a moment longer while licking more of the blood off his lips before going to slip back down onto the ground to get started on his side of the deal..until a hand grabbed his upper arm and p3 only shook his head. “Forget it. You nearly damn killed me I just wanna chill for a moment.”
“Oh…sorry…do you want me to patch up your arm?” P1 innocently asked as he looked back over to the bloody shoulder. Again p3 shook his head and now pulled p1 up closer and wrapped his arms around him. “Nope. Just stay still for a minute would ya?” The vampire grinned and nuzzled into him. “Fine..you know we wouldn’t have this problem maybe if you’d let me turn you into a vampi-”
“We’ll get there when we get there” the brunette mumbled as he got moved to get more comfortable. P1 chuckled and finally closed his eyes too. “Of course”
29 notes · View notes
Text
tta episode 2
“Last time on Total Takes Action: we welcomed fourteen campers back for a brand new season on an abandoned film lot here in Toronto, Canada! The first challenge of terror was making it to the trailers while facing five waves of torture in an apocalypse-themed episode- Frollo took the fall during a wave that should’ve been right up his alley, and Scary won for the Animation Anons. Who will win today? And who will be the first to get properly eliminated? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Action!”
---
BONNIE: “Well, so far, this blows. I’m not even sure if I want to win this thing. I mean, I did last season, then Caesar and Courtney… it sucked getting booted the way I did, but I kinda figured out that this really isn't worth the cash,”
---
The craft services tent is quiet this morning as the respective teams keep to themselves, just about everyone giving each other sideways glances and avoiding conversation. Even Bonnie and Caesar are silent as Caesar merrily hums to himself, drawing a portrait of his face on a napkin while Bonnie glares daggers in everyone else’s directions. 
--- 
BONNIE: “But, if this show has taught me anything, it’s that everyone who’s not with you is against you. I’m not risking relying on everyone else’s goodwill not to get randomly kicked out again,”
---
“What’s stuck up their arse, am I right, baby?” Austin nudges Kelly. They giggle and share a deep kiss. 
Scary rolls their eyes at the display and picks up their tray, moving around to Scruffy’s side of the table. Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod are all shoving each other around, giving each other noogies and wet willies. Joner flicks a bit of scrambled egg at McLovin, who stands in response, holding a spoonful of wet oatmeal. “Food fight!”
Scary stands, slamming their fists on the table and growling at the three. Their smiles drop and they sit back down in unison. 
McLovin and Sha-Mod hold hands and go back to quietly talking, while Joner gives them a slightly uncomfortable look. He glances across the room to where Michela is sitting between O and Fren. She glares and he looks away, guilty. 
O watches the display and turns to Michela. “You know, it’s not good to bottle up your emotions like that. My therapist- Dr. Anderson- says that stress can irreversibly damage your digestive track!”
Fren tries to scoop up a spoonful of the cement Chef served with the eggs and oatmeal. “Not sure I need stress for that,”
“Attention, campers! Or- should I say- players?” Chris’ voice chuckles over the intercom. “Meet me on the old west set in five!”
The campers give each other nervous glances. 
---
Chris stands in front of a tall, mismatched set of wooden planks and ramps that Chef is still hammering together. The entire structure, resembling an apartment fire escape or a construction rafter, is cobbled together with planks of wood, metal sheets, tarp, and a variety of other materials. It sways in the wind. 
“Today’s challenge is based on a relatively recent subgenre of movie- the video game adaptation!” 
“Sweet!” McLovin and Sha-Mod say in unison. 
“Y-yeah, sweet!” Joner says out of sync, weakly pumping his fist. Michela rolls her eyes. 
O raises an eyebrow and rubs his chin. “I try not to play too many violent games anymore- Dr. Anderson says it can negatively affect the brain- but if I had to guess… this is-”
“Ah!” Chris holds out a finger. “We don’t have the rights to actually say the game names. This is the first part of our challenge- I call it Dolphin King!”
Peter looks up at the top of the structure, where an intern zips up a large monkey suit. “If this is a dolphin game, why is everyone dressed like-”
“SHUSH!” Chris hisses. “Dolphin King!”
Peter winces as if Chris is about to lunge for his throat. Scary rolls her eyes. Kelly and Austin giggle behind her, feeding each other toast from the craft services tent. 
“Your goal is to reach the top of this platform without getting hit by any of these barrels. If you get knocked off the ramps, you have to start from the bottom. First team up wins a special advantage for the next part of the challenge,” he chuckles. “Ready? Set? Play!”
Scary cartwheels over to the start and goes first, Fren, O, Bonnie, and Caesar not far behind. 
Joner glances at McLovin and Sha-Mod. “Friendship cuffs?” he grins, holding up his bracelet. 
“Uh… actually, we talked about it last night, and we don’t think the cuffs are a good idea anymore,” Sha-Mod says. 
McLovin sucks in his breath and nods. “Yeahhh. We’re actually gonna take this one alone, if that’s cool with you,”
Joner forces a smile. “Y-yeah. That’s fine! You guys need your alone time, right? Romance and all that…”
“Thanks for understanding!” McLovin shouts as they start off. 
Joner sighs, his shoulders slouching as O screams in terror and falls off the platform, landing behind him. Michela passes by, tying her parka around her waist. Joner watches her as if he wants to say something, but he lets her go. 
---
JONER: “I’m always happy for my friends, honest! It’s just that… after a year of third-wheeling behind McLovin and Michael, having to do the same exact thing but with Sha-Mod is… tough. I was really hoping we could all be friends, but… I get romance is more important,”
---
Peter, Standing beside Kelly and Austin, pulls a picture out of his shirt pocket and smiles. 
Kelly and Austin pause their make out session to leer over his shoulder. “Who’s the bird, mate?”
“Ooh, I love her hair!” Kelly chips. Peter nods. 
“This is my girlfriend! I carry her picture with me for good luck,” he says merrily. 
Scary yelps from above and is thrown off the platform, landing on their feet with a huff. 
---
SCARY: “Luck isn’t real. Someone here is obviously a little rusty in their chaos theory 101,”
---
Scruffy stands at the base of the platform, biting their nails and looking up. Scary runs past, doing a backflip over a barrel. “What’s up?” they ask as Scruffy inches along the platform, as far to the edge as manageable. 
“N-nothing!” they insist. 
---
SCRUFFY: “Okay, so, maybe I was expecting these challenges to be the same as the original TDA. How was I supposed to know the team was getting creative?!”
---
Fren runs alongside Peter, shoving barrels off the platform as they roll down rather than dodging them. “I got your back!” he yells. Peter gives him a grateful look before a barrel flies down, taking him straight off the platform. 
McLovin and Sha-Mod do perfect jumps over every incoming obstacle, laughing merrily. They fist bump right as a flaming barrel soars overhead, ducking just in time for it to nail Fren behind them. 
“Jeez!” McLovin yells. 
Sha-Mod helps him up. “Yeah, I don’t remember this in the original game,”
“Oh, there’s a lot more of that coming!” Chris shouts into his megaphone. 
McLovin and Sha-Mod run up, reaching the top of the platform. Scary cartwheels up seconds later, and Scruffy follows, covering their eyes. They take their hands off their face and sigh in relief. “I made it!”
“Come on, Kelly!” McLovin shouts. 
“Go, Austin!” McLovin yells after. 
“Joner, get your ass up here NOW!” Scary screams. 
Bonnie and Caesar reach the top, the latter trying to pat out a fire on the former’s hoodie sleeve. Fren, holding Peter’s wrist, drags him to the top and everyone cheers. He drops Peter to the floor for a quick pose.
---
FREN: "People love me. Online, I have my own subfandom called the Frendom. I'm basically their god which is... a little weird to think about. But I might as well soak up that attention like a sponge while it's good,"
---
“JONER!” Scary yells. 
“A-almost there!” he cups his mouth to yell back as a barrel with dynamite strapped to the side flies past him, blowing up a portion of the platform behind him. Michela jumps over the gap, but O, right behind her, falls to the bottom. She sighs, slowing before turning around and running back down to get him. 
“Come on, guys!” Bonnie yells. “Let’s get this over with!”
“Working on it!” Michela yells, hoisting O on her back. She starts running up the platform again, huffing. 
“You don’t need to work yourself too hard, you know,” O says casually. “You can always ask for help.”
“Whatever,”
---
O: “I’ve decided to take on Michela as my own personal project. After my time with Dr. Anderson, I’ve decided that my future is in therapy- and who better to test my skills on than the most emotionally tormented person here!”
---
Kelly and Austin reach the top of the platform, holding hands. Scary groans as they start making out again. “Don’t you two have a personality outside of each other?”
“Nope!” They say merrily. Scary rolls their eyes. 
Scruffy nudges her. “Next boot for sure,”
“Come on, Joner!” McLovin shouts as Michela and O catch up to their teammate. 
The race to the end is tense, but as Joner looks at Michela glaring back at him, he pushes himself forward and passes the finish line, winning for the team. 
“And the Animation Anons win the first leg!” Chris says. “As a reward, and for your next challenge, you get these- night vision goggles!”
The Fujoshis look at each other nervously. 
---
The teams stand before a door leading to a dark building. 
“I’m sure you all remember the hunter and deer competition from last season!” Chris says. “This is like that- but in the dark! I call this challenge Puck-Guy!”
Chef walks between the teams, passing out different colored ponchos. 
“Half of your team will be the ghouls, and their job will be to hunt the Puck-Guys,” Chris explains. “Whichever team has the most surviving Puck-Guys wins the challenge, and today’s episode.”
Michela, Caesar, and O look at their pink, blue, and orange ponchos, and Kelly, Austin, and McLovin stare at theirs. 
“RIght groovy, baby!” Austin beams, throwing the clothing over his head. “Pink is my color!”
“And blue is so mine!” Kelly chirps. The two stare at each other for a moment before making out again. 
“We’re so dead,” Scary sighs. “McLovin, this is on you.”
McLovin swallows nervously. Sha-Mod pats him on the back. “You got this, babe,”
“Yeah, you got this!” Joner laughs nervously. Michela rolls her eyes. 
---
MICHELA: "Everyone knows that McLovin is a terrible shot. Despite being Mr. Lovable back home, no one can deny he shoots a gun like he's blindfolded and being attacked by raccoons,"
---
“Puck-Guys, you get a five minute head start. Ready?” 
Scary, Scruffy, Joner, and Sha-Mod adjust their night vision goggles. 
“Go!”
The designated huntees run inside, leaving only six players out. O turns to Michela as she loads her paintball gun. 
“Thinking about anything in particular?” he asks. 
She shrugs. “Sucks that McLovin isn’t a deer- Puck-Guy, whatever. So I’m going for Joner first,”
“Have you considered talking about your feelings with Joner and McLovin?”
She gives him a weird look. 
Chris fires off a gun, forcing everyone to cover their ears. “Go!”
The hunters run inside, Caesar in the lead. He comes to an abrupt stop. “Um, is this-”
“A maze? You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Michela sighs. “Come on, let’s split.”
“I’ll stick with Michela,” O puts a hand on her shoulder and she raises an eyebrow at him. 
Caesar shrugs and jogs off in the opposite direction, squinting in the dark. McLovin stands in the entrance, adjusting the settings on his goggles while Kelly and Austin’s pairs are tossed to the side as they make out. 
“Gear up,” McLovin says, turning to them. They don’t budge. He takes a deep breath and puffs out his chest. “Alright. It’s on me!”
He runs into the maze, leaving the two making out at the entrance. 
“Did you say something?” Kelly asks, turning. “Oh. I guess the game started.”
“Let’s crush this, baby yeah!” Austin loads his gun. 
---
Peter walks through the maze, a few feet behind Bonnie. Every time they stop, her stops, too. Every time they turn, he turns as well. 
Bonnie finally sighs. “Are you lost?”
He shakes his head. 
“Listen, following me around like a lost puppy makes us a huge target. Split up!” 
---
BONNIE: “Maybe I can do this team some good by knocking some sense into their heads,"
---
Scruffy and Scary walk through the dark, scanning their surroundings with the goggles. 
“These are neat. High quality?” Scruffy asks, tapping the side of theirs. 
“Doubt it. When I worked for Chris, I did a lot of receipt filing. He buys in bulk,” 
A creaking around the corner catches their attention. The two pause, backing up a bit. Suddenly, a figure jumps around the corner and a slew of paintballs fires, dousing the both of them in green paint. 
“Hey!” Scary yells. “We’re on your team, idiot!”
“Oops,” McLovin says. “It’s hard to tell with this thing on my face.”
Scary grumbles. 
---
Michela and O stalk through the maze, guns loaded. 
"So, when Joner took McLovin’s side over yours, that must’ve been tough, huh?” O whispers. “You can talk about it with me, you know. I’m bound by law not to tell anyone unless you’re a danger to yourself or others.”
“What?” she hisses. 
“I’m just saying, your feelings are safe with me!”
“What’s your damage, dude?”
They turn a corner and gasp. Michela jogs to the end of the hall and picks up the goggles that Kelly and Austin abandoned on the ground. “What idiot-” she grins. “Nevermind. Let’s win this thing.”
---
Bonnie turns a corner and walks up to a dead end. They sigh. “This is so dumb. I should find Caesar,”
Suddenly, a paintball flies past their ear and hits the wall behind them. They gasp and duck as more fire, but it’s too late- Kelly and Austin turn the corner and grin, high-fiving. 
“You have got to be kidding me,” Bonnie sighs, swiping the green paint off their hoodie. 
---
Scary and Scruffy sit against the wall, talking quietly. Before they can even realize what’s going on, a slew of blue paintballs cover the drying green stains on their clothing. Michela and O run past, high-fiving as well. 
Joner follows, trudging by while he drips blue. “You too, huh?” 
Scary rolls her eyes. 
---
“Okay, this is fun,” O says, reloading his gun. 
“Now you’re getting it!” Michela grins. “Not every problem can be solved with that fancy therapy talk. Not everyone is a words person. Some of us like action.”
She holds up her gun and fires three times, hitting the exact center of an air duct each shot. O whistles. “You got some good aim,”
“Never shot a gun before, huh?”
The two start walking again, adjusting their goggles. 
“Nah, I grew up in the city out west. Almost no one has a gun,”
“Can’t even imagine,” Michela shakes her head. “Where we’re from- me, Joner, and McLovin, I mean- everyone knows how to shoot by age eleven. Unless you’re McLovin. He has terrible aim.” she chuckles. 
As if on cue, McLovin jumps out from around the corner and fires. 
“Hey! We’re hunting, you jerk!” Michela yells. 
O shoots him back, covering him in blue. “Take that!”
“Go, O! Get him!” 
McLovin’s smile drops and he turns and runs, Michela and O in close pursuit. 
They run down the hall, laughing as they fire at his back. They turn the corner and McLovin crashes into Sha-Mod, sending them both to the ground. Michela and O high-five and shoot them both. 
“And the Fujoshis win!” Chris’ voice blares over the maze’s hidden speakers. “Anons- I’ll see you at the ceremony tonight!”
---
“Anons- this awards ceremony marks a historic occasion. This is TTA’s first ever elimination… and the lucky loser will go down in history as the lamest loser to ever lose! Let’s see… Sha-Mod,”
Chris tosses him a gilded Chris statue. He ducks, and it smushes against the row behind him, dripping brown. “Please tell me that’s chocolate,”
“It’s chocolate,” Scruffy says nonchalantly. "Unless... that's different, too?"
“Scary and Scruffy,”
“Kelly and Austin,”
Joner and McLovin glance at each other nervously. 
“McLovin- your poor aim and nonexistent critical thinking skills cost your team the win. Hell, Kelly and Austin weren’t even wearing goggles and they got more shots than you!” Chris says. McLovin frowns. “And Joner, you almost lost the first leg of the challenge for your team- however, only one of you is going home. And that person… is…”
The team watches them nervously. 
“McLovin. You’re out, dude,”
McLovin sighs and stands, his head hanging. Joner breathes a sigh of relief, then looks guilty. “Sorry, dude!”
“It’s fine! I had a good run,” he says, walking to the carpet of shame. He turns one last time to wave goodbye to Sha-Mod. “Goodnight, sweet prince.”
Kelly and Austin aw. 
“Oh, brother,” Scary grumbles. 
“Who will be shot next? And who will be doing the shooting? Find out next time, on Total! Takes! Action!”
14 notes · View notes
powderblueblood · 4 months
Note
🎵+ Eddie pls
send me 🎵+ character name and i’ll write a lil blurb inspired by a song from their playlist (you can also request songs and i will do my level best. god is a dj and i'm god)
▶ THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS
six cylinders under the hood crashing and kicking, aha! listen to the engine whine or eddie takes the van out alone for the first time and feels free
an: some younger!eddie angst for your nerves!!! i love writing about the Munson Men so i hope u enjoy this anon word count: 1k
Keys land with a coolness in Eddie's outstretched palm, sweaty and warm, blood pumping under the skin like a crimson whirlpool.
"I'm not about to argue with you any more, son," Wayne mumbles, shoulders slouched in surrender, "You wanna cruise around in that deathtrap, that's on you."
Eddie's mouth opens to bark out yet another instance of but it's not gonna be a deathtrap when I'm done with it! and recount all his promises of becoming a bonafide grease monkey, taking all the necessary measures to make the van good as new.
The van. His van.
He drops the argument, since Wayne's suit is always a good one to follow, and closes his fist around the keys. He's won this round. A ball of fire begins to ignite in his chest and if he's not totally hallucinating, Wayne, grumpy old Wayne, is fighting back a smile.
"I'll stay the speed limit, I swear."
The fuck he will.
"The fuck you will."
Eddie's guffaw echoes in the empty doorway as he trips over himself, running outside the trailer to embrace his new four-wheeled glory. Well, not new-- far from new, of course. She's a girl with a lotta miles on her, showing up and out in the paintwork he's going to make sure he manicures. She's no Impala but she is a Chevy, a beautiful broad-assed 1971 Chevy.
She's got the same birthday as Killer by Alice Cooper and Eddie is head over heels in love with her.
Eddie is also an incredibly reckless driver, so something this hardy is necessary. Evel Knievel over here would turn a Beemer into a pretzel soon as look at it, as evidenced by the Beemer he almost rams into while he's gunning it into Hawkins.
"Fucking watch it, freak!"
Eddie flings his head out the window as Alice keens from the stereo (that big, bumping, beautiful stereo) and wags his tongue in the direction of an irate Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who'd just got that new set of wheels for his birthday. Eddie knew that--everyone knew that--because he wouldn't stop peacocking it around the parking lot at school.
Well, compared to Eddie's ol' beauty, that fucking thing was puny.
"Eat my dust, pretty boy!"
He cruises down the main drag of Hawkins, marveling at his view from the driver's side. His elevated seat. His hands clutching the wheel. He even tosses a gentlemanly salute to a young mom and infant daughter that crane their necks to stare at him rolling on by.
Ladies.
See this, this is what it's all about. He's finally got the war machine he deserves. His ticket to the open road, his getaway car out of dodge, his method for hauling assloads of equipment around (once Ronnie gets that drum head fixed). Even his--dare he even think it--chick magnet.
Chicks love dudes with cars. Chicks like dudes with vans even better, because there's room in the back. Privacy. Shit like that is hard to come by when you spend most nights sharing a trailer with your aging uncle whose night shifts keep getting cut.
Not-- not that Eddie is exactly drowning in missed opportunities, but should the opportunity ever present itself, he'll be ready.
He's sourcing a shag carpet.
Eddie makes a couple more turns around town, even cruises by the school for good measure-- you never know which cheerleaders are hanging around after hours.
The most important thing is he feels completely unshackled in the confines of this van. Totally impenetrable. This is a space that he doesn't feel guilty taking, a space he doesn't feel odd or inferior in. Motherfucker, this is his all his.
He slows down his speeding on purpose when returning to Forest Hills, as if Wayne doesn't already know he's assaulting those gas pedals.
He slows down as he approaches the Munson trailer. He slows, and slows, and slows, and whines to a halt where Al Munson slaps both hands on the front of the van.
"Hey, kiddo."
Al Munson, his father, has been locked up in Blackburn Correctional in Lexington, Kentucky for the past eight months. Eddie's forgotten what for, or he didn't care to listen in the first place. Al Munson was not supposed to be out for a long, long time.
Al Munson always manages to find a loophole.
He reaches through that loophole, and he takes and takes and takes.
Eddie holds his breath.
"What, your old man doesn't get a big hello? Maybe a congrats on flyin' the coop, jailbird?" Al laughs and it's warm like the whiskey he sometimes lets Eddie drink with him. Al laughs and the fucking nightingales sing, the world shakes, everything becomes technicolor except the cloud hanging over Eddie's head.
Because, as Eddie so observantly notices, Al didn't come here with a car. He probably walked his ass all the way to Forest Hills, or hitched with some poor sucker he buttered up with stories and cigarettes and charm.
Wayne lingers in the doorway of the trailer. He can't meet Eddie's eyes.
He knew this was the one thing I had going for me. He knew this was the one thing I had left. The only thing that's mine.
Except the papers for the van don't say that. The papers say Al Munson.
He was supposed to be gone for so much longer that Eddie had hoped he'd forget about the van. About Hawkins. Maybe even about him, once and for all, and Eddie could inherit the only truly good thing his shitheel father ever had going.
Al, while remarkably charming, is not a man with a lot of patience. He slaps the side of the van-- not hard, but smart. "Out of the chariot, Ed," he commands. "Let's go, boy. I gotta jet someplace."
It occurs to Eddie that he has an opportunity on his hands right here. A massive fuck-you type opportunity. He could just peel out. Throw the finger to Al, and to Wayne for betraying him and not warning him about this in due time. Speed off. Take off for Indy and figure it out from there. He's got a full-ish tank of gas.
The one thing he's missing is his father's charm. He won't get far without it. It's the kind of thing you can't say no to.
No one says no to Al Munson.
Eddie, Eddie with his hair growing long around his ears and his seized shoulders and his cloud hanging heavy with rain over his head, is not about to start now.
"Just warming her up for ya, pops."
4 notes · View notes
louisupdates · 1 year
Text
SEVENTEEN
What We Know About Louis Tomlinson's Upcoming All of Those Voices Documentary
We're going to see the artist through a whole new lens.
BY SAMANTHA OLSON PUBLISHED: FEB 9, 2023
In 2022, Louis Tomlinson released his sophomore album Faith in the Future which leaned into an alternative pop-rock sound as a departure from his boy band days. The former One Direction member opened up about solidifying his signature sound in an interview with Alternative Press, saying, "I knew who I was in One Direction, but I'd never thought of who I am on my own as [a] solo [artist]. I was so in love with being in the band that I never really had those thoughts."
The 31-year-old singer also revealed that he had filmed the process of creating Faith in the Future, which would ultimately become a documentary that also serves as a love letter to his fans. "I know every artist says this, but I've got a deep f--king connection with my fans. I think of it as one entity," Louis told Alternative Press. "I was 18 when I was first in the band, and we've grown up together." In moments of doubt, he turned to his fans for words of encouragement and support that inspired him to go after what he truly wanted while making his second solo album.
On February 8, 2023, Louis announced that the documentary, titled All of Those Voices, will be released in March. "This has been something I’ve been working on for years, I’m really excited to finally put it out into the world. I’ve said it a million times but I’m lucky enough to have the greatest fans an artist could wish for, and as you always go above and beyond for me, I wanted to share my story with you in my own words," the former 1D member wrote on Instagram.
Here's everything we know about Louis Tomlinson's All of Those Voices documentary, from its release date, trailer, and more.
When does Louis Tomlinson's documentary come out?
According to his initial announcement, All of Those Voices is set to release on March 22, 2023 in theaters.
youtube
How to watch Louis Tomlinson's All of Those Voices documentary
For now, the documentary is releasing exclusively in theaters, which means you'll have to snag tickets to a screening. In his announcement, Louis shared that ticket sales will begin on February 22, a month before the film's release, on AllofThoseVoices.com.
Is there an All of Those Voices trailer?
There isn't an official trailer for the documentary just yet, but you already know we'll drop it here once it's been released.
What is All of Those Voices about?
The Charlie Lightening-directed documentary will show fans an "intimate and unvarnished view" of Louis' journey as he created his second solo album, Faith in the Future. The film's official website includes the following synopsis:
All Of Those Voices takes a refreshingly raw and real look at Louis Tomlinson's musical journey. Ditching the typical glossy sheen of celebrity documentaries, this film gives audiences an intimate and unvarnished view of Louis' life and career. Through never-before-seen home movie footage and behind the scenes access to Louis’ sell-out 2022 World Tour, All Of Those Voices offers a unique perspective on what it's like to be a musician in today's fast-paced world.
From the highs of superstardom to the lows of personal tragedy, Louis' story is one of resilience and determination. The film explores his journey from a member of One Direction to a solo artist, capturing the challenges and triumphs that defined his path. Since the acclaimed release of his debut album ‘Walls’ and documenting the creation of his chart topping 2022 album ‘Faith In The Future’, the film shows a side of Louis that fans have never seen before, as he grapples with the pressures of fame and the weight of his own voice.
Directed by Charlie Lightening, the filmmaker behind the award-winning As It Was, All Of Those Voices is a story about the power of self-discovery and the courage it takes to be true to oneself. With a focus on honesty and vulnerability, this film is a refreshingly down-to-earth take on the life of a musician, capturing the real-life struggles and triumphs of a man who refused to be silenced by anyone else's expectations.
35 notes · View notes
denimbex1986 · 17 days
Text
'Netflix has just dropped an extended trailer for the hotly-anticipated Ripley TV series - leaving fans' jaws on the floor.
Andrew Scott stars as conman Tom Ripley in this adaptation of Patricia Highsmith's 1955 novel The Talented Mr Ripley, though many readers will perhaps be more familiar with the sumptuous Anthony Minghella film version from 2000 - starring Matt Damon, Jude Law, Gwneth Paltrow, Cate Blanchett and Philip Seymour Hoffman.
This new version - shot in stunning black and white - follow's the titular lead as he scams his way to a life of untold wealth in 1960s Italy. Hired by a wealthy chap to retrieve his wayward son, Dickie Greenleaf (played by Johnny Flynn), Tom swiftly finds himself captivated by his employer's lavish existence. In fact, he becomes so entranced that he devises a scheme to assume Dickie's identity.
In the new trailer, we see a fixated Tom disturbingly repeating Dickie's way of speaking in the mirror. Meanwhile, Dickie's better half Marge Sherwood (Dakota Fanning) senses there's something not quite right lurking behind Tom's perfect demeanour, so alerts both Dickie and the authorities, to no avail.
"Tom is one of those people who take advantage of people," Marge says in the clip. "He's taking advantage of Dickie." But while Dickie seems unfazed by Marge's concerns, Tom begins to grow increasingly irritable at her incessant suspicion.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he tells Marge in another scene, as his body language conveys quite the opposite. But Marge's worries are corroborated once a certain Eliot Sumner discovers the conman's fake IDs and demands an explanation. With the Italian police also on his trail following Dickie's mysterious disappearance, Tom has to constantly watch his back.
The eight-episode series is written and directed by The Night Of's Steven Zaillian, who also penned the scripts of Martin Scorsese's Gangs of New York and The Irishman, as well as Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List.
'Every shot looks like a beautiful charcoal sketch'
Fans were quick to comment on the thrilling new trailer. Here's just a selection of what some of you had to say:
@honomyanlem9849: "The cinematography looks insane!"
@MariaVosa: "You had me at Andrew Scott. But Andrew Scott as Tom Ripley!?! Countdown to April 4 starts immediately!"
@FrankieWasHeShaking: "Genuinely one of the best and most intriguing Netflix Original trailers I’ve ever seen. Incredible."
@KathySolorzano: "As much as I Loved Matt Damon as Tom Ripley, I think I shall love Andrew Scott even more. Looking forward to this ..."
@RickHaydnHorst: "I knew Andrew Scott was incredible the first time I saw him on Sherlock. I’ve wanted to see him more, and finally, he’s getting the roles he deserves."
@amandasaunders2503: "Having Andrew in this had me sold but then to see the cinematography? Every shot looks like a beautiful charcoal sketch!"
@shirley1989: "Easily one of the best trailers I have ever seen, love it!"
@dlweiss: "I already know that Andrew Scott can bring the creepiness, so my one big hope is that his performance is also allowed to show how charming and convincingly harmless Tom is capable of appearing. That dichotomy is at the heart of what makes him such a unique monster."
@marc8750: "Finally something worth resubscribing (for). They (Netflix) don’t make good miniseries like they used to."
*Ripley comes to Netflix on April 4.'
2 notes · View notes
chenfordsbby · 8 months
Text
"Redwood"
Season 1 Episode 11: “Redwood”
“An unscheduled visit by the vice president of the United States puts the station on high alert; the Secret Service tasks Nolan and Bishop with checking out a possible threat while the rest of the team tries to keep the streets safe for his visit”
Original Air Date: January 22, 2019
Written By: Ally Seibert, Liz Apler
Directed By: Sylvain White
Tumblr media
Happy Sunday! Do we like that I post these on Sundays? I am just trying to gauge when people are hyper active on Tumblr and the first blog drop seemed to be a success on Sunday early night- but I don’t seem to be getting the same response on the rest of the drops as much as I did the first one.  Either way, it is not going to stop me from doing these!!!
I am excited to get into another one, let’s Get in the Shop, shall we!
______________________________________________
The cold open, a classic riot, I have gathered that whatever the opening scene is, really has nothing to do with the storyline of the rest of the episode, but I think that is the point of them.  It brings a bit of banter, comedy, tragedy, all at the same time or individually.  Nothing like an elderly woman bringing in pistols and land mines into a police station!
The episode begins with John talking to Ben about the tragedy of his past life- his old house that he shared with his ex-wife is being listed on the market, and he’s being nostalgic about it; but like Ben says, Sarah (John’s ex-wife) is moving in and living in the present and so should he.
The station is packed full with every officer- the Vice President is coming into town and everyone is now on high demand.  Everyones gear bags are stacked to the brim with extra weapons and precautions. 
John and Talia get assigned to a special task force- a “Level 2” on the presidents watch list- a person who has made and posted numerous times online threatening the vice president.  Talia is a bit more positive this episode and John notices and points it out to her; she is trying to approach every day a bit differently than the last.Stanley, the man they were tasked to watch- ends up running with a bag full of flares; enough evidence to lock his ass up.  Back at the station, John is still hung up over his old house, he can’t quite seem to let it go, but everyone else around him is telling him he should.  When Grey assigns them a new task, Talia is more than cheerful to accept it and even Grey notices that Talia is acting strange, why is she so chipper and happy.  They get tasked to be the “Gofers” of every other cops that are on VP cleaning duty: whatever the other cops need, Talia and John are there to help and support them.  While walking through the streets, a road rage incident turns deadly when a tractor trailer driver takes out his shotgun to scare the other driver but in doing so, shoots a women who was in her car behind him in the chest, and she dies within seconds.
Tumblr media
In trying to decompress from the events that just happened, Talia tells John that the reason she has been more positive is because her therapist told her to.  John admires how brave Talia is by sharing that she is going to therapy, especially because it  is looked down upon by the “men in blue”.  I feel like therapy should be the first thing police officers would want to do every day after being on the job.  The stuff that they witness and experience can be traumatizing, and therapy would only help them work through it.  John gives his kudos to Talia.  Who John and Talia have to clean out a whole new street for the VP to get a sandwich, they are sweep the streets and get a peak at a some dirty happenings going down in a shady street…a robbery is about to happen at a dispensary.  With no back up on the way because of all the road closures, its just them and I have to say, Talia is super impressive in this moment.  She knows what to do and exactly how to do handle this situation.  The guys come out of the dispensary and shots are immediately fired.  Angela and Jackson come to help John and Talia, and take the driver of the getaway car to the hospital as he was shot in the neck by one of the stray bullets.  At the end of the day, John thanks Talia for talking to him about his worrying over the selling of his old house and she jokes around that, “she’ll send him the bill”.
How long has it been since we have seen Tim and Lucy in the same scene together for more than 5 seconds? Oh yeah too long! We start right off the bat, with Lucy looking forward to being called in on her day off, as that means overtime and more money.  All Lucy is thinking about is fixing the air conditioning in her car, but her eagerness quickly fades away as Tim shuts her down real quick, “Air conditioning makes you soft.  You gotta get comfortable with being uncomfortable”.  I think we have officially been introduced to the Grumpy/Sunshine trope of Tim and Lucy and I am appreciating it.
With having too clear out majority of the streets of LA for the VP, Tim and Lucy end up going to a street occupied by all homeless people to inform them of just that.   When Lucy breaks up a fight between two of the homeless women, she gets thrown in between them and knocked down.  When Tim comes over to help her, he’s immediately serious.  They both look down and Lucy is stabbed by a very used and very old hypodermic needle.  When Tim pulls the needle out, there is blood on the tip.  I think this is the first time that Lucy’s life is at risk while on the job, Who knows how many people syringe went through and with whatever drugs was pushed through it as well and now it ended up in Lucy’s body.  Her panic is setting in quick and fast.  Tim and Lucy get to the hospital for Lucy to get examined- the on call nurse tries to have Lucy to sit down and fill out paperwork, and because Lucy doesn’t know any better, she starts to do just that, but that doesn’t work for Tim.  Lucy is an on-duty officer with a utility belt loaded with armed weapons who just got STABBED by a dirty needle- the paperwork be damed, she is getting put into a room with a doctor immediately.  My words aren’t doing justice to how Tim stood up for Lucy.  This needle got Lucy, but this also affects Tim as well.  You saw it in his face when he was the one who spotted the needle in her.  He became soft again, worried.  If something tragic happens to Lucy, in hindsight it’s going to happen to him too.  
Tumblr media Tumblr media
When Tim goes into Lucy’s room after her blood test is done, she is anything but calm.  Tim grabs her phone, and Lucy is down the WebMD rabbit hole of HP-V and Hep-C, among anything else that she could potentially get from a dirty needle.  Lucy is spiraling and Tim picks up on it.  Lucy is thinking of every single worse case scenario is this results come back positive and what that means for her future as a cop as well as Tim’s.  The Lucy we saw excited to be working OT is long gone in this exam room.  You can see her quivering, trying to hold back her tears;  In no surprise though, Tim is being exactly who Lucy needs to be around right now and saying everything that she needs to hear.  No matter what she things or googles, none of that is going to change whatever the results say.  Tim is being his full sincere self in trying to get Lucy through this and she sees it.
While Lucy is putting herself back together in the bathroom, she talks to a distraught women who is more than upset over her brother, who was just in a car accident.  When she leaves, Lucy looks behind her and sees a bottle of bleach on the floor of the stall that she just came out of.  Lucy follows her into her brothers room and she has a syringe filled with bleach aimed at her brothers neck.  I mean to kick one when they’re down is putting it lightly.  Lucy just went through her own hell with a needle, now she has to come face to face with another needle in an entirely different situation all while not even being over her own ordeal.  Its too much for her to handle on her own, and she radios for TIm.  Lucy tries to be empathetic towards this woman, and talk her out of doing it, but it’s no use, as the woman has made her decision.  SHe inserts the needle directly into his neck, but doesn’t have enough time to push the plunger as Lucy tases her.  Tim has to go back to the station, but lets Lucy know that she should stay at the hospital and wait for her results.  As he’s leaving, she stops him and thanks him, with Tim immediately responding, “For what? Doing my Job”.  Lucy would still be in a completely different head space if it weren’t for Tim.  He knew what to do the second Lucy was stabbed and didn’t even bat an eye.  They have been riding together for 4 months t this point, and some type of friendship has been established between them, its very evident.
Tumblr media
Lucy’s results are in and with Jackson by her side, the doctor informs her that she is negative for any diseases such as HIV and Hepatitis, but she does have a staph infection, and needs to start IV antibiotics.  You can literally see the weight being lifted off of Lucy’s shoulders when she gets her results.  Pure relief.  Without even asking Jackson tells Lucy that he will call Tim for her so he can be there when she gets out.  Its a nice gesture on Jackson’s part and one that he doesn’t even have to do.  
Jackson starts the episode being distracted with his cell and continues to be distracted with it.  Commander Grey doesn’t like it and neither does Angela.  Distractions call for trouble.  Angela and Jackson respond to protesters outside of a hotel and inform them that they need to move or get cuffed.  Yeah, nobody budged.  Jackson and Angela are going through an apartment complex to have the residents remove obscene flags in everybody’s windows.  They have gotten though to everyone and when they get to the last apartment, something is not right.  Jackson kicks down the door so he and Angela can get in and come face to face with an elderly women tied up to her wheelchair.  She tells Angela that her son, Luke, did it to her and when he comes back in Jackson is on edge and ready to throw some nasty words.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact he has been pre-occupied by his phone all day with his mom.  Angela and Jackson arrest Luke, the son, for elder abuse. 
Jackson finally lets Angela in on why he’s been so distracted, his mom.  They haven’t been talking since before he entered the academy and on his first day off in a while, aka today, he was going to meet her for lunch to talk. So with being called into work, plans got thwarted and he’s been trying to smooth them over all day.  Angela thanks him for letting her in, but like she said, “being distracted on the job will get you killed”. Jackson and Angela hear the call from John and Talia and are told that they can’t leave the complex, but were talking about Angela here.  They come to John and Talias rescue.  The road closures make it harder to get the GSW victim to the hospital, but Angela and Jackson get him there and in time for surgery.  While cleaning himself up, Jackson spots Lucy sitting in the waiting room, and Lucy tells him what is going on with her.  Nobody knows what happened with her except for Tim and with Tim gone, Jackson waits and sits with her.  I think the friendship between Jackson and Lucy is starting to form and grow into something special.  Jackson starts to open up to Lucy about his family and what he went through right before entering the academy, and in doing so, we find out why Jackson and his mom haven’t talked, because of his decisions of choosing the academy over his own family.  Angela finds Jackson at the hospital and tells him how far he’s come in his training. 
The episode ends with John, Lucy and Jackson all hanging out together at Ben/John’s house and we finally see John signing the papers and relinquishing his old house and you can tell that it is bittersweet for John, but in ones Ben with a package and its a doorjamb from Henrys room at the house, and its a nice closure gift for John.
Tumblr media
_______________________________________________________
Honorable Mention: Ben. He isn't a major character, but when he is on-screen, he gives us everything.
Episode Peak: Soft Tim
Episode Pit: Injured Lucy
Quote of the Episode: “I thought air-conditioning made me soft”~ Lucy Chen
Episode Rating: 8/10.  I liked this episode.  It gave us some of the more iconic Chenford scenes and it showed us the early stages of the forming friendships of Jackson and Lucy and even Tim and Lucy.  Before this episode, al we have seen is T.O Tim and Rookie Lucy, but this episode we saw some real foundations of their friendship/relationship starting.  We got a little bit more of everyones personal life as well! I can’t wait for more!
Thanks for reading along for another one guys, whether you just look at the pics, skimming through or giving e a like for the hell of it, I really do appreciate it all!
Until next time on, “Get in the Shop”…
17 notes · View notes
commehter · 1 month
Text
Netflix Live Action ATLA Adaptation
I'll admit upfront that I generally prefer animation over live action, and old school 2D animation in particular will forever have a place in my heart. I prefer the bright colors, stylized art, and easier suspension of disbelief inherit to the medium of animation. I also don't recall ever watching a live action adaptation of any animated movie or series that I considered to be better than the original.
So, I wasn't exactly excited for Netflix's new ATLA project, but I was, at least, curious. I'd not gone out of my way to follow any news or interviews about it, but I heard a few things here and there and I'd watched a trailer or two. Last night, I watched the first 30-ish minutes, and... I have a few thoughts. Just thoughts. No deep-dive critique or fiery damnation, just a few musings from my initial impression of the series.
It doesn't look like the project is Shyamalan bad, at least. Of course, Shyamalan dropped the bar to the floor and then blew it up with blasting jelly, so it would have been impressive if Netflix had managed worse.
The CG bending still has the problem of more often looking like fantasy mage spellcasting than of martial art bending. The bender does a series of movements like they're crafting a spell and after the fact there's an elemental outburst in response, rather than the element moving with the bender as an extension of them. It's clunky. (Also, Aang's first glider is iconic. Why avoid using it in his introduction for a sequence that looks like he's a step away from achieving Zaheer-style flight?)
The project seems to have settled on a tell-over-show approach for getting the uninitiated up to speed. It's a bit painful when a movie does this, but surely eight episodes is enough time that you don't need to cram in an explanation for everything right up front? The audience isn't so stupid that they can't figure out a few things without you telling them direct to their faces, or so impatient that you can't wait to address a secondary issue a few episodes in. You can give your own audience a little credit, can't you?
I'm a bit baffled as to why they felt the need to move the beginning scenes of the show to the pre-war timeframe, and then used some random EK spy. If you're going to mess with where in the timeline you start, why not jump straight into Sozin betraying Roku while they're fighting a volcano? It's got action, spectacle, and you can have Sozin monologue to his once-friend as he's dying rather than some nobody spy that he's only talking to for the sake of the camera. That one scene could be used to establish the Avatar's role, Sozin's ruthless ambition, and the state of the world as well as threat of the coming war. If you want to start things off with a bang and some establishing exposition, which is clearly what they attempted to do, then I don't understand why you don't immediately go to this scene.
This one's small, but why are so many FN soldiers using metal weapons during the attack on the Air Temples? They had to firebend/rocket their own way up from the look of things, so they're all benders. Those weapons would have been unneeded weight during their ascent and the comet is a boon specifically to their bending, so... Yeah, I can't make that one make sense.
Why is Sozin, who is a national leader and old, personally heading a military campaign from the frontlines? Doesn't he have people for that? A literal army of people?
There are some other illogical choices, particularly for folks who know the world, but those are the ones I recall most vividly after sleeping on it for a night. (Reminder: I only watched the first 30-ish minutes, roughly half the episode.)
In summary, it didn't strike me as being terrible but it definitely had its share of avoidable problems. I'm not sure how much of it I'll end up watching, if I go back to it at all.
How about it folks? Any opinions on if I should or shouldn't try watching more of the Netflix series?
4 notes · View notes