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FINALS - Catholic Character Tournament

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Wolfwood

I love him. Man who has no faith in himself or humanity or god with so much blood on his hands, fighting for something he knows he can never see come to fruition in person. He carries his own literal cross and grave marker on his back. Just… he’s so iconic to me.

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

Dude is literally a priest who carries around a giant cross. Yes he uses the cross to murder people but that is besides the point. Also he has a mini church he carries around for on-the-go confession services.

hes literally a priest(hes not a priest in the reboot but he is in the original and thats what matters to Me). he carries around a cross that is actually secretly a gun with guns inside that gun. he runs a church/orphanage. he carries around a portable confession booth and charges people money for it because he is broke as fuck. he dies bleeding out over an alter begging to god for forgiveness he doesnt think he deserves. he is everything to me.

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

Homeboy literally walks around with a giantass 300lb machine gun shaped like a cross called the Punisher. Hes a priest/undertaker depending on what version of trigun you reference. Grew up in a church orphanage. Also literally walks around with a portable confessional box for people to pay to confess to him. Need i say more.

HE IS LITERALLY JUDAS. he is literally leading the jesus allegory to his doom. hes also in love with the jesus allegory (vash). he is also carrying arouns a giant cross rhat is also a gun. hes literally catholic and judas and his tits are perfect. in one piece of official art he's wearing a cross choker. also the catholicism on gunsmoke is about making vash submit. wolfwood looking at that pathetic wet mess of a man oh i can make him submit easily.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

He carries a huge machine gun that is in the shape of a cross that is really heavy (he is strong) and his boobs are huge. So you know hes serving cunt in a god honoring way. Also in trigun 1998 he brings around a small chapel that he uses as a portable confessional and in trigun stampede he holds funeral services as an undertaker which are way overly priced. Also he dies very gayly (basicly confessing his love to his best boy friend forever)

Nick's funny bc he's probably the least Christian acting guy but is literally a preacher. There's a running gag with Vash asking some variation of "what the hell kinda churchman are you?" His gun is a gigantic cross. He rides a shitty motorcycle in the middle of the desert.

ok so thematically the main conflict in trigun is about peace vs violence and its represented by the characters vash and knives respectively. the two aren't /technically/ angels but thematically and through imagery they are and are comparable to michael and lucifer specifically. ANYWAYS. vash and knives are the characters who are constantly pushing and pulling at wolfwood's morality, sort of like a "the devil and god are raging inside of me" kinda deal. his grappling with his morality and faith is a big factor in his character. also he has a giant fucking gun shaped like a cross. and he dies in a church while praying.

Bros an orphan who grew up at a Catholic orphanage and taken away to be trained and genetically changed into a supercharged assassin for interworldly beings that have lots of angel imagery attached. Guy thought he was just going to be taken to become a missonary...instead he got 6 years of religious trauma. He still wears a cross necklace and holds it often. His gun is a literal cross "full of mercy" (its a missile launcher). He never really believed fully in the faith or anything, but the way he interacts with it is FASCINATING. He's jaded by the planet he lives on and his upbringing, and makes him say his most iconic quote: "We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself." He prays to a God he doesn't know if he actually believes in, asking for another day— for hope for the human race. The organization hes part of (The Eye of Michael) works for an interdimensional otherworldly being that has an incredible amount of angelic metaphor and imagery attached who intends to purge the planet of humans... and ends up siding with that guy's twin brother who is so Jesus coded it's insane. They are best friends even as Wolfwood is acting under instructions to babysit and watch him for his twin brother. He dies after facing down against his old mentor (named Chapel) and his pseudo brother from the orphanage who was taken into the Eye as well and his Jesus bestie buries him and sticks his cross-gun in the ground after losing his shit crazy style and using his pseudo alien angel Jesus powers to lash out at his brother for being the cause of Wolfwood's death. Rest in peace king

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Sister Michael

She drives a DeLorean. She does judo on Fridays. She likes a good statue and despises the French. Her full nun name is Sister George Michael, after the guy from Wham!. She is the fiercest nun you’ll ever come across and, if you’re attending Lady Immaculate College, she’s the woman in charge. So whatever you do, if you’re feeling anxious or worried or just need a chat: don’t come crying to her.

joined the nunnery for the free accommodation?

she does love a good statue it has to be said

She is the headmistress of a catholic school <3

sister michael so reminds me of the nuns who taught me. they're tough and sometimes a little harsher than a woman who dedicated her life to god should be but they're also wonderful people. i had a nun teacher who was 60 years old and would do handstands. another nun (also in her 60s) told me god was nonbinary. another was really mean and made me cry. (so did the handstand nun.) while the catholic girls school is The Catholic Experience, the school wouldn't have been the same for me or the derry girls without at least one nun who seemed to have sprung up out of the ground fully formed, ageless.

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r8 #the derry girls #derry girls #sister michael #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #wolfwood #trigun wolfwood

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wormswurld · 4 months

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rewatched saltburn for the 5th time today so here are my rewatch thoughts! 🌟

- opening shot ollie is smoking a cigarette meaning that after all these years of felix being dead he still holds onto the habit felix bestowed upon him: smoking. (there will always be traces of felix catton throughout ollie’s life…)

- ollie saying how exhausted felix was cuz of how often he was chased and adored by ppl is literally just him projecting & being annoyed that felix wasn’t his from the beginning

- “but was i “in love” with him?” yes. yes you were. yes you are. yes.

- ollie looking like such a fucking nerd when arriving at oxford. like boy if you don’t take THAT DAMN SCARF OFF i swear to god

- ollie looks so good with glasses ughhhhhhh

- the way ollie says “meryside” 🤤

- i will never get over farleigh’s voice like it’s so perfect

- as much as i hate michael gavey i will always quote his “NFI me and you…not fucking invited” line

- ollie is rizzing the shit out of felix with his blue eyes during the bike scene and i’ll always respect him for that

- the way farleigh says “jägerbombs!” is so satisfying

- i love ollie’s slutty little chain he wears

- felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica. felix amica.

- ollie & felix look so happy dancing together 😭

- felix having his hand on ollie’s thigh as he does eenie meanie makes my brain short circuit

- “was it awful?” my god felix really is like elspeth

- this modern love playing as ollie finds felix at the pub surrounded by all his friends and the lyrics that play are “what are you holding out for? what’s always in the way?” UGH.

- felix being the first person ollie sees when he comes out of the exams 😭😭😭

- felix could have so kissed ollie during the bridge confession scene

- duncan scaring the shit out of ollie when he first arrives at saltburn makes me laugh so much i love him

- the way the sunlight accentuates felix’s torso through his linen shirt makes my head spin

- felix definitely made ollie & him share a bathroom on purpose

- “darling you’re kind about everyone” NO HE IS NOT. FELIX IS NOT KIND.

- pamela’s jewelry is to die for

- “so i hope you didn’t pack anything scandalous” DO YOU WANT HIM TO FELIX?????

- ollie giving venetia his blanket under the guise of “oh you must be cold here’s this” is so funny because i know he did that on purpose due to him knowing how venetia feels about him

- i love how emerald made ollie having a big dick canon lmao

- all of them watching the ring is so cute

- ollie sleeping as him and felix lounge by the pool together 😭

- ollie eye fucking felix as he sucks on an ice pop is so real

- LOOOVE farleigh’s “dump him” shirt

- felix giggling as he has ollie on his knees drinking wine is so cute

- the way ollie inhales shakily as he watches felix get off is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- i absolutely love how eager ollie is when he licks felix’s cum from the drain like ohhhhhhhhhh…..

- also ollie softly moaning as he does it my god sedate me

- i will never get over how ollie practically puts his whole fist in venetia’s mouth + smears the blood all over her mouth and chest

- farleigh playing fuck, chuck, or marry with the kings is literally just an opportunity for him to tell oliver he would fuck him + to also read ollie as an insecure parasite that only lives for getting what he wants & obviously ollie picks up on it

- ollie crying after felix scolds him about lying is so sad my god that boy was heartbroken

- farleigh telling ollie “try harder next time baby” is so hot FUCK

- the transition from ollie blowing out his candles to the song lonliness is probably one of the best transitions in media ever

- “i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you” MY HEART IS BREAKING.

- felix would so have kissed ollie in the maze if he wasn’t shoved away

- elspeth’s sob when she finds felix dead is one of the most earth shattering things i’ve ever heard especially accompanied with the swell of the orchestra it is absolutely gut wrenching

- the grave scene is so beautifully shot it makes me cry poor ollie just wanted to be close to his felix one more time

- seeing ollie dance naked around the house is just so freeing and !!!!!!

thats all my silly little commentary, thank you for reading my word vomit 🤗

#saltburn #saltburn posting #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #felix x oliver #lgbtqia #wormswurld posts 🌟

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longtallglasses · 1 month

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some miwi headcanons just bc ! older ones

i see young mike as kind of loud and not realizing how loud (and annoying) his yelling near people is (ie karen yelling in s1 “mike let’s go!” “COMING!!!”) however he quickly learns not to yell around will, adopting his softer voice for him BUT

in school he’s constantly calling over to will “will come here” “will sit next to me” “will! over here! look at this!” trying to get his attention “will, will, hey will…” other kids are like dude shut up… so many kids know will’s name who’ve never seen him, and mike’s thought of as that kid who’s always calling out for his friend.

i’m an avid rock collector!mike enjoyer. on the playground, in the forest, at the park, at the lake. he’s picking up all the cool ones, storing them away for very important scientific reasons like “this one’s shiny in A Different way!” he sets aside his favorites to show and give to will, very much in the style of a cat bringing a dead rodent to their owner, like “got something special just for you :) a Very Cool Rock :)” will loves how much mike enjoys it and is very excited to receive them, feeling quite special.

will loves stuffed animals (i mean we been knew) when he was younger they all had names and backstories, interpersonal drama and storylines he played out. two stuffed cats he definitely thought of as him and mike subconsciously, as they were best friends. he would act out little dramatic scenes of them running away from some oppressive kingdom, going on an adventure and meeting new friends along the way. … and he may have made them kiss a few times …

obviously small will loved drawing, but i don’t think he was always confident in his skill. after people tell him he’s good he gets caught up in trying to be really good, and gets frustrated when he can’t do something the way he wants. hence crumpled up attempts in the trash mike fishes out. there’s a spell of time where he gives up for a bit and jonathan asks why he hasn’t seen him drawing lately, and will says he doesn’t think he can get any better, it’s too hard. jonathan tells him it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect, he should just draw to make himself happy “draw for the campaigns, your friends think it’s so cool” so will keeps at it focusing on drawing what he thinks him and his friends will appreciate

while watching scary movies in the basement mike and will always held hands under blankets. it started when they were younger and they first got permission to watch a scary movie, they didn’t want to admit they might be getting too scared. during a big jump their hands reached out on instinct and too caught up in the movie they didn’t let go. when it was over they didn’t talk about it, but then it just kept happening every time they got scared. which led to holding hands when upset outside of watching movies. they never really discussed it, it just felt like their little secret thing.

all the boys were nice to holly but will was the only friend who actually liked seeking her out to play w them. (fascinated by a little sister unlike lucas and only-child dustin) mike and will would play games with her sometimes, will thinking she was really cute, and mike thinking it was cute will really liked her. cue karen thinking will is the best influence on her son

i have such a strong image of kindergarten miwi right after they become friends making mud pies together every recess. their teacher scolds them the first few times having to scrub their hands when they come back in. it gets so bad when the recess monitor sees them heading for the dirt they’re yelling “Michael! William! don’t even think about it!” they think it’s so funny to rile them up, they start spreading mud on each others arms “will you need more than that!” they only try to eat it a few times, it does taste really gross. after they’re banned from the dirt, they move to the sand box, it’s only a bit cleaner.

#thinking about THEM #byler #byler headcanon #miwi #will byers #mike wheeler

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vintageshanny · 1 month

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Waiting for Love - Part Seven

Letting Go

Content: December 1970-February 1971, infidelity, smut, fluff, 18+

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Early December 1970

“So you’re telling me Elvis was laying here in this very bed last night?” Roxanne buried her face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. “The pillow smells good,” she said dreamily.

“Hey! He’s mine,” Vivien laughed, snatching the pillow away and clutching it to her chest. “Only I get to smell him. And taste him,” she added in a muffled whisper as she lowered her head into the pillow, feeling a little tingle at the memory of him telling her he hadn’t been in anyone else’s mouth since hers.

“You like swallowing him down?” Roxanne asked, crinkling her nose in disgust. “I always just go in the bathroom right away and spit it out when Michael does that in my mouth.”

“Spit it out?” Vivien sounded like she didn’t even know that was an option. “No, I like it. I love the look on his face when he, y’know, finishes,” she giggled. “It feels magical to make him feel so good. Don’t you ever feel that way about Michael?”

“What would be magical is if he ever felt like returning the favor,” Roxanne muttered, trying to quell the feelings of jealousy that were bubbling up. She was happy that Vivien looked so happy, she really was, especially after these last few months of uncertainty, but the look in Vivien’s eyes when she talked about Elvis made Roxanne question if she’d ever really been in love with Michael at all. “So, when do I get to meet him?” she asked, trying not to bring down Vivien’s mood.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Vivien said nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her green sweater dress. “Are you going to be polite to him? And don’t tell him I told you anything about his…penis,” she said, her voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper.

“Don’t worry, hon, I won’t tell him how in love you are with his foreskin,” Roxanne teased as Vivien’s face flushed hotly. “I just figured I’d say something like, ‘When are you gonna divorce your frigid wife and marry my best friend Vivien?’”

“Ha ha, very funny!” Vivien retorted. “You are not saying that!”

“Fine,” Roxanne sighed. “I’ll just think it and send the message telepathically.”

“Okay, I’ll allow that,” Vivien giggled.

“Speaking of penises, did you guys do the deed last night?” Roxanne asked nonchalantly.

“Not the full deed,” Vivien blushed as she thought of what they had done and how intimate it felt. Too intimate to even share with Roxanne. She felt somehow protective of the way Elvis had sat in front of her and stroked his most private, sensitive area while he looked in her eyes, softly moaning. She quickly continued before Roxanne could ask any more questions, “I think I might be ready soon though. He told me that he loves me.” Roxanne’s eyes widened with surprise, and a look of concern flashed across her face. “What? You, um, think he’s just saying that to make me feel better?” Vivien whispered nervously, her stomach dropping.

“No, honey, no,” Roxanne quickly cut in. “I’m just worried about you. He’s telling you that, and I’m sure he feels that way, I mean why wouldn’t he? You’re sweet and beautiful and funny. But he disappeared on you for four months. And he is still living with his wife. And he hasn’t made any move to change that yet, right?”

Vivien could feel her stomach tightening up into knots, all her hope from the night before seeming to dissipate. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” her voice quivered. “You told me I should go for it, and now you’re saying I should just forget about him? I can’t do that.”

“No, Vivien, I don’t know what I’m saying. I just want you to be careful.”

“How do you be careful falling in love?” Vivien asked, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You either love someone or you don’t, right? You have to let go of the doubts. You can’t love someone halfway.”

“Maybe you’re right, Viv,” Roxanne gave her hand a little squeeze. “Just follow your heart and see if it was meant to be. Just know I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

Vivien nodded just as they heard pounding on the door. Vivien jumped up and ran to the living room, wondering whether it was possible that he’d come back so soon. “Elvis! You’re back!” she exclaimed, her spirits immediately lifted into the clouds.

“Of course I’m back, baby,” he said, wrapping her in a big hug. “I didn’t like havin’ ta sneak out earlier, but I didn’t wanna wake ya, and I had some things ta take care of. I had ta come back though cuz I just got some big news and you’re the first person I wanted ta tell.” Elvis was almost breathless with excitement.

“What is it?” Vivien asked eagerly.

“I’m gonna be gettin’ an award next month - the Jaycees Ten Most Outstanding Young Men award!” Elvis was beaming like a little boy, and Vivien had to stop herself from giggling at how cute he looked.

“Don’t you get awards all the time?” she asked, smiling.

“W-w-well sure, but this is different. This ain’t for jus’ singin’; this is because they think I’m a good person. They recognize how I try to be good and help people and ever’thing.”

Vivien’s heart melted that the award he wanted so badly was just to be recognized as a decent human being. “Well, I think that’s the perfect award for you, then. They couldn’t have picked a better man.”

“Ya wanna celebrate, baby?” Elvis whispered as he leaned down and nibbled on her ear.

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Roxanne asked, wandering out of the bedroom at that exact moment.

Vivien blushed as she pulled away from Elvis’ embrace. “Elvis, this is my best friend Roxanne. Roxanne, Elvis.”

“Oh, the famous Roxanne,” Elvis exclaimed as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I understand you’re to thank for the dress Vivien used to try to seduce me at the movies when we first met.”

Roxanne laughed. “That would be me, yes,” she said. “And apparently it worked?”

“Well, it was actually her copy of The Prophet that did me in,” Elvis said with a smile.

Roxanne’s expression turned serious. “You seem very kind and charming, Elvis, but as Vivien’s best friend, I need to warn you that you better not break her heart.”

Elvis looked surprised for a second before responding. “I’m just hoping she doesn’t break mine.”

Vivien and Elvis both smiled as Roxanne whispered, “Okay, he’s pretty good, I’ll give you that.”

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January 12, 1971

“Honey, I need ta see ya. I’ve been practicin’ this speech for the award ceremony, and I wanna know what ya think.”

“Okay, do you want me to come over?” Vivien asked, never sure of the etiquette for asking if the man you love’s wife was home or not. It had been so difficult to not get to spend Christmas or his birthday with him, although he’d sent her over a beautiful pair of emerald earrings. She prayed that next year would be different, that she wouldn’t have to ask if she was allowed to come over.

“Yes, if you could, I really need ya.” Elvis sounded relieved.

Twenty minutes later, Vivien was walking up the driveway to Graceland. Elvis must have told the security guard to expect her because he opened the gate without a question. Before she could even knock on the door, Elvis flung it open and pulled her upstairs to the study next to his bedroom.

“I-I-I’m so glad you’re here, baby, I’m gettin’ nervous, I jus’ really wanna do a good job,” Elvis seemed agitated in the same way he’d been before filming the concert documentary last summer.

“Elvis, you’re going to do great.” Vivien looked over what he’d written. “Wow, this is really beautiful and heartfelt. I think people will love it,” she said sincerely. “I just wish I could be there with you, to support you.” She smiled wistfully.

Elvis pulled her onto his lap and stroked her back tenderly. “I wish ya could too, baby. It’s just not time yet. But remember, we’re in this together. You’re supportin’ me just by bein’ here now. I love ya, honey.” He laid his head against her chest, soaking in her warmth and love for him.

“I love you too, Elvis. It’s just hard.” Vivien swallowed harshly, trying to fight the tears that were welling up.

“Honey, ya make things hard for me all the time,” Elvis said, trying to hold back the laughter at his own dirty joke.

“Elvis! I’m being serious!” Vivien said, laughing in spite of herself.

“Me too, baby, me too, just touch it and see,” he groaned, lifting his head to kiss her as he grabbed her hand and rested it on his crotch. “See what ya do to me?” he murmured between kisses. “The way you’re always so sweet, always here when I need ya, it-it-it turns me on, baby.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take care of you then,” Vivien whispered, sliding off his lap so she could kneel between his legs and unzip his pants. “If you’re gonna get this speech right, you need to be nice and relaxed. I have the perfect trick for that.” Elvis panted softly as she pulled out his dick and set to work on her mission to relax him, her tongue caring for every part of him.

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February 2, 1971

“Hey, princess! Did ya like Daddy’s show last night?” Elvis scooped Lisa into a big hug as she came charging into his bedroom suite at the hotel.

“Yes! Elvis sing so good and dance funny,” Lisa giggled.

“Not Elvis, baby, call me Daddy,” Elvis laughed as he tickled her tummy.

“Okay Elvis!” Lisa tried to tickle him back with her little fingers.

“I’m glad ya enjoyed your birthday, my yittle Yisa.” Elvis blew a big raspberry kiss on her cheek. “You’re gonna go with Mommy, and I’ll see ya at home in jus’ a few weeks, okay?”

Priscilla cleared her throat where she’d been hovering in the doorway. “Should I, I mean am I supposed to come back for closing night?”

“Uh, n-n-no, ya ain’t gotta come back, that’s alright,” Elvis responded as he pulled her in for a hug, partly just to avoid making eye contact.

“Oh, okay,” Priscilla sounded surprised but almost relieved. There was a certain freedom in accepting that things were coming to an end, in letting go.

As soon as they’d left, Elvis went to the phone and lifted the receiver, his heart beating with excitement as his long fingers dragged the rotary dial around. “Baby? I need ya out here with me. Don’t worry ‘bout packin’ anything. I’ma take good care of ya, honey. How soon can ya leave?”

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One week later

Vivien sat nervously on the edge of the bed in Elvis’ giant hotel suite, eyeing the dress he’d laid out for her to wear. She hadn’t actually gotten to see him yet, and since it had been almost a month, she felt nervous, hoping he would be as excited as she was to be together again. Joe had picked her up at the airport in his usual gruff manner, although he had kept his judgments to himself this time. Elvis must have given him a piece of his mind.

True to his word, Elvis had provided everything she might need - a whole rack of sparkly dresses was hanging in the closet, with matching shoes and even a handbag. She would have been worried they were Priscilla’s, but they all still had the tags on from some swanky boutique. One dress was draped across the bed with a note on top of it.

Sweetheart, wear this tonight. I want everyone to be green with envy that you belong to me. -EP

After wiggling into the dress, Vivien examined herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was emerald green with little rhinestones sewn in that sparkled in the light. The fringe on the skirt swished when she walked, and the dramatic halter top V-neckline was so deep and tight that she thought she might pop out of the fabric if she moved the wrong way. It was certainly the most daring thing she’d ever worn, even more than the dresses Roxanne lent her.

As she studied herself, the conversation she’d overheard at work replayed itself in her mind. She thought her boss had seemed sympathetic when she told him she needed two weeks off for a family emergency. She felt bad about the fib, but she could hardly tell him the truth. Later, as she walked by the lounge, she’d heard his voice drifting out into the hallway as he talked to one of the other lawyers. “A family emergency, right! I heard rumors she’s been whoring herself out to Elvis Presley, if you can believe that. I always thought she was a good girl, but you never can tell these days…”

As they had that day, tears started stinging her eyes. Vivien tried to push all that out of her mind. Elvis wanted her here with him, and nothing was going to ruin that for her. She slipped on a pair of strappy gold sandals and headed toward the door.

After Joe dropped her off at her own booth toward the front of the showroom, he leaned in and smirked. “I’ll get ya during the last song so we can get back to the suite safely. We wouldn’t want ya gettin’ lost in the shuffle of all the women.” Vivien just nodded, tight-lipped, and rolled her eyes as he walked away. Jealousy did not become him.

Vivien was in a state of euphoria as Joe led her back to the suite after the show. There were really no words that could explain the magic of seeing Elvis up on that stage, sharing his gift with the world. Vivien felt like she’d been under a spell watching him, a spell that might never be broken. She waited anxiously for him to arrive, ignoring the glares and curious looks from Joe and the handful of other people who were waiting for the man of the hour. Her heart skipped a beat when Elvis burst through the door with some of his entourage. He looked absolutely stunning, still glistening with sweat. Beauty and sexiness radiated off of him. Vivien smiled as she noticed how the green on his jumpsuit perfectly matched her dress. Elvis caught sight of her and his face lit up as he gathered her into a big hug and planted a kiss right on her lips.

“Y’all can go, I’m tired tonight,” Elvis announced to his crew as he turned back to Vivien with a wink. Everyone cleared out with a slight air of disappointment.

“Are you tired, baby?” Vivien asked with concern, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off Elvis’ forehead. “Did you want to lie down?”

“Naw, honey,” Elvis said with a sly grin. “I jus’ wanted ya all ta myself. I missed ya so much.” He leaned in and caught her lips with his, pushing his tongue gently into her mouth. Vivien softly moaned and Elvis pulled back with a blissful little smile on his face. His smile widened as he looked down. “Y’know the way ya fill this dress out honey, reminds me of our first little pool party where ya decided to come right outta your top and seduce me with your womanly wiles.”

Vivien tilted her head back and laughed. “Oh, it was me doing the seducing? Not you giving me a swimsuit that was two sizes too small?”

“Honey, all I know is that I was tryin’ ta have serious discussions with ya, and your eyes kept wanderin’ all over me,” Elvis teased. “See? You’re even doin’ it now.”

Vivien blushed as she realized her eyes were indeed taking in every part of him. He had removed his heavy gold belt, and every contour of his body now seemed visible through the tight black and green jumpsuit. She put her hand on his chest and then let it trail gently down over his lean stomach until it rested softly on the bulge below his waist. “Can you really blame me when you look this sexy?” she whispered. “I want you so badly.”

Elvis’ eyes sparkled as he responded, “You’re looking quite sexy yourself, baby.” He deftly reached behind her neck and untied the halter straps of the dress, letting the fabric fall down to Vivien’s waist, her soft breasts on full display, her hardened nipples showing just how aroused he made her. Elvis cupped her breasts with his warm hands and leaned down to kiss and lick each nipple.

“Elvis,” Vivien moaned softly.

“Yes, baby?” he murmured, rolling the rest of the dress down and helping her step out of it.

“I’m, I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’m ready to give you every part of me. I want to belong to you completely.”

Elvis stood straight up and looked at her with surprise. “A-a-are ya sure, honey? I want ya ta really be sure.”

Vivien nodded and pulled him close, her naked body trembling in his arms. “I’m nervous, but I’m sure,” she said softly, reaching to help him peel off his jumpsuit, still damp with sweat. Elvis looked at Vivien shyly as he stood before her in just his briefs. “You look more nervous than I do,” she teased as she pulled his underwear down his legs and took in the beautiful sight of his bare body.

“I-I-I jus’ wanna make sure it’s perfect for ya honey,” he said, blushing a little bit at the pleasure she took in looking at him. “You’ve waited a long time, so I want it to be special.”

Vivien smiled at his sweet thoughtfulness. “It will be perfect and special because it’s with you. I’ve been waiting for love, and now I found it.”

Elvis helped her onto the bed and laid himself on top of her, gently kissing her lips before he reached down to guide himself in. He rubbed his hard dick against Vivien’s clit, her arousal growing as she felt his silky soft skin right against her most sensitive spot. “Ya sure you’re ready baby? It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll be so gentle. I’ll take care of ya honey, okay? You just gotta relax and let go.”

Vivien nodded and kissed his soft lips. “I’m ready to let go, Elvis. I’m ready to give you everything.” She could feel his tip start to enter inside of her, her body opening up to accept all of him.

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milflewis · 6 days

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ok but mob au

“You really didn’t know who I work for?”

When Yuki found out that Pierre’s boss is the Sebastian Vettel, the Lion of Singapore, and the unofficial heir to Schumacher & Co., he had only raised his eyebrows. Pierre took that to mean he had already figured it out.

Yuki blinks at him. “No.”

“But.” Pierre frowns. “Why did you — I always have so many knives on me! Is this not weird to you?” He gestures at his jacket which hangs open, showing four different perfectly sharpened blades tucked into the lining.

Yuki shrugs. “You are French, yes? You like to cut things. Like cheese.”

Pierre mouths wordlessly. Cheese.

“Anyway,” Yuki adds. “You are weird, so. This would not be weird.”

The first time Sebastian meets Lewis, his runners are wet with Michael’s blood and Lewis’s hands are pressing his head into the glass door. His face aches, nose throbbing.

“Can I help you?” he says, or tries to say. It comes out vaguely smushed.

He pushes back a little just to see. Lewis lets him move half an inch before shoving him back.

“Jesus, Hamilton,” Sebastian hears Michael say. His voice cracks roughly. Sebastian nearly cried when the doctor told him Michael survived the surgery, that they got all the bullets out and he was in recovery. He swallows thickly, as the relief makes him all dizzy even now. “I know you got out today but c’mon, let him go. This is Sebastian — I talked about him.”

The hands on Sebastian’s neck disappear and he’s rubbing at his jaw when he turns around. “Ow,” Seabastian tells Michael. His cheeks are pale and his chest is wrapped in white bandages but his eyes are alert and he is grinning.

“Sebastian, this is Lewis Hamilton. Lewis, Sebastian Vettel. Mika says we are all friends here.”

He pats Mika’s ankle that is propped up on the bed beside his hip. Mika’s eyes stay closed, arms folded in his chair, chin on his chest. There are dark bruises under his eyes under now.

“Right. If Mika says so.��

Lewis steps back towards Michael’s bed, grabbing the duffle bag from where it was leaning against the wall. Sebastian looks at his bare arms, the tattoos that go all the way down to his fingers, the rings there. His jeans sit low on his hips. He needs a shave. Sebastian recognises him from his mugshot, even of his hair is longer now and his face is more lined.

They hadn’t had the time to arrange for Michael to share a cell with someone affiliated with them, and when they had got in contact with him, a week later, he had settled in well enough with his cell mate. By Michael standards at least.

Does not talk much, Michael had told Sebastian over the phone. Likes his fucking singing though. Stares at the picture of his dog. Do you think he is lonely?

When Sebastian had brought it up with Mika, the best person for this kind of thing when Corinna is away, Mika had only shrugged, and told him that he doesn’t think it is just Hamilton that is lonely, and that of fucking course anyone who could survive nine weeks in solitary with just Fernando Alonso as company in the next cell over is someone that Michael would find interesting.

Sebastian looks away from the breadth of Lewis’s shoulders in his white tank and pulls a face at Michael’s waggling eyebrows.

“How old do you think I am?” Jenson asks, as Alex adjusts his long-rifle until it sits comfortably against his shoulder, supported by the flat roof they are lying on.

Alex doesn’t answer, because he knows exactly how old Jenson is, and the fact that people continue to tell Jenson to his face that he looks ten years older than his actual age will never stop being funny.

“Ollie, how old do you think I am?” Jenson calls.

“Jen, leave the kid alone,” Alex says. “You could dye your hair.”

“Do I look like a man who would dye his hair solely to stave off questions about his age?”

“Yes,” Alex sweeps the street below them, marking the buildings bracketing the shop they are surveilling. “Ollie, how are you doing over there?”

He can hear him scramble around for a second before a burst of static. “Radio ready for orders, sir.”

Alex grimaces, still not used to that, as Jenson only laughs beside him.

“Michael? We got him.” Eddie leans back against the closed door.

Michael hums, closing his leather notebook. He leaves his fountain pen tucked into the middle so he remembers what month of intakes he was going over.

“Send him in.”

The kid’s hair is long and dirty, falling into his eyes and around his ears. His knees are all busted up under his baggy shorts. His face is drawn and thin, and he is glaring at Michael, jaw clenched.

He goes all pale when he sees who sits in front of him. Seems like he didn’t know whose car it was.

“Jesus,” Michael says. “You’re tiny, how did you reach the pedals?”

This morning, the kid — Sebastian Vettel, Michael had asked around — had hot wired Michael’s car in under two minutes and driven away. Michael had watched from the restaurant’s window, amused and impressed.

Mika had been decidedly less so when Michael told him, ten minutes later, that they were going to have to order a cab.

“I’m not that short!” The glare intensifies. His eyes are kind of freaky, Michael thinks. Very big and bright.

Michael holds out a hand, level with his chest, and squints. He lowers it considerably. Sebastian looks like he wants to bite it.

“Of course not,” Michael tells him soothingly. Eddie gives him a reproachful look. Michael holds back his eyeroll but takes his hand out of reach of Sebastian’s mouth.

“I have a job for you,” Michael says, watching Sebastian’s eyes sharpen. He smiles thinly. “If you’re up for it.”

“A job. For me? What kind of job?” Sebastian tilts his head to the side, making his eyes wide. His curls tumble across his forehead. The whole effect is rather sweet, Michael considers, delighted. This will be interesting.

Mika has been nagging at Michael to stop picking up strays but he thinks he will agree with Michael on this one.

Michael stretches out his back, legs interlocked at the ankles, until something clicks along his spine. He exhales slowly, sinking back into the shitty mattress.

They called for lights out fifteen minutes ago. Lewis is still in the bunk above him. Michael looks at the scratches across the metal rods. He had a good workout today, no interruptions, and his arms are nicely sore.

Seventeen minutes.

Lewis moves in his bed, rolling over to the right and for a moment, Michael thinks he will roll right off the edge, but then he is swinging down, silent. Michael holds himself very still.

"I am not interested in fucking."

"Yeah," Lewis says. "I heard."

Michael swallows. The sharpened edge of Lewis's plastic spoon presses into his throat. Lewis is dense and solidly heavy, knees on either side of his hips, one foot digging into his knee.

Michael has seen him fight. In an enclosed space like this, and unarmed, he isn't sure who would come out the better. His fingers itch with excitement.

"I found the picture you left," Lewis says quietly. The spoon doesn't move an inch. His eyes gleam in the dark like an animal.

"Okay," Michael says, not bothering to pretend not to know what he is talking about.

Lewis was fine this morning. He hummed to himself the entire way to breakfast, and he spotted Michael in the gym without even being asked. It wasn't until after dinner that he went all weird and still in himself.

Lewis presses down, just a little. Michael raises an eyebrow.

"Is he alive?" Lewis asks like he doesn't want to show his hand but is doing so anyway. His mouth trembles at the corners. Michael frowns at him. He has seen Lewis hustle in the yard at card games enough times to know that his poker face is better than this.

"Is he."

Oh. Jesus.

Michael laughs. It is too loud of a sound for where they are. He laughs anyway.

"You have issues," he tells Lewis, who only sends him a cutting look.

"That was supposed to make you feel better! Stop crying and all. You miss him, yes? Thought I could help."

Lewis stares at him. Blinks those animal eyes.

Michael makes a frustrated sound in the back of his mouth. He misses Mika. He never has to talk when Mika is around.

"He is being taken care of in that shelter you put him in. I had my people check. I was being nice! Friendly too!"

"We're friends," Lewis says slowly as if he expects Michael to say no.

"Obviously. You are being ridiculous," Michael says. "You think I would kill a dog? No!" He is a little hurt.

"You are the chief suspect in fifteen open murders," Lewis says, flat.

"Not of dogs!"

Lewis looks at him for a long moment before rolling his eyes. "How are you still alive, man? For real? I thought it was a threat."

He pushes off Michael and pulls himself up onto the top bunk, as silent as he climbed down at the start.

"No one else would see this as a bad thing."

He can hear Lewis roll his eyes.

"Literally every other person here would think you were sending a message. And not a good one."

"I was being nice!"

There is a clang of metal against metal, and their cell bars rattle. "Oi! You two! Shut the fuck up. Save the fighting or fucking for the morning."

"Gross, man," Lewis says, and Michael kicks at the underside of his bunk. "You are gross."

Maybe Mika was right when he said that Lewis might not take his generosity in the way he wanted it, Michael considers. He decides not to tell him. He would be too smug if he did.

He palms the sharpened spoon that Lewis had held to his neck and left on his pillow, beside his cheek. It is small and narrow. Michael presses his thumb against the slice, feeling it. He smiles, and tucks it under his sheet. He had needed a new one.

+1.

Sebastian had been small when Michael met him. All eyes and bony knees and dirty hair.

Then he opened up his mouth and his personality crawled out.

Michael has never looked back.

#listen. i entertain myself #sewis #yukierre #makkinen #five head cannon ask game #kyle tag #niamh.asks #little fics

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hyacinthsdiamonds · 1 year

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Not liking a driver does not give you a free pass to bodyshame them, or to wish literal death and severe harm on them, or to be racist and/or xenophobic towards them. Not liking a team doesn't give you a right to do the above to those afflicted with the team either, or to be misogynistic towards the women involved with those teams. Not liking which team or driver someone supports, does not give you a right to do any of the above.

The drivers and the teams may never see the hate you spill but wait. We all know that they do;

Nicolas Latifi got such severe death threats he had to hire security

I'm not touching on the disgusting racist abuse faced by many of the drivers because there has been far too much to easily unpack but I do want to note that it got so bad last year that Alex for instance got such severe abuse last year his fans had to tell his family to go offline for a few days (not to forget the people who made up conspiracies about him and used his mother's past as a means to justify the abuse they were directing towards him).

I'll never forgot the amount of sexist hate directed at Hannah Schmitz, one of the few and one of the most recognizable women in the paddock who has lead red bulls strategy department the last couple of years, - because apparently women in motorsport are only valid if they're not under the red bull umbrella - which got so bad multiple of the drivers called it out publicly.

The multiple conspiracies created about and general racial discrimination faced by Yuki and Zhou which was and continues to be encouraged and spread by primarily the English speaking journalists and commentators

Let's not forget the sexist chants sung about Sophie Kumpen; Max's mother at Monza, or the literal death threats that were sent to his sister and young nephews.

The way some of you talk about Michael Schumacher, I don't have the words. The ski jokes has not once in the last decade been funny.

I could go on and on. I could literally do this all day.

Sure the drivers might never see it but that doesn't mean nobody will and we all see how conditional any form of your allyship is. "Racism is wrong unless it's about x, sexism is wrong unless it's about y, death threats are wrong unless it's about z, etc". Do better. You cannot claim the moral high ground, if you do any of the above, no matter how much higher you perceive yourself to be than the person you're directing the above towards.

As for death wishes or crash wishes, cop yourselves on to fuck. I would never wish what I've been through, what my family has been through, on my worst enemy, let alone some driver I'll probably never even meet. F1 is nowadays a safe enough sport but that has not always been the case and there is still no 100% guarantee of completely safety. The risk is still there even with all the advancements in safety. So many drivers have lost their lives or have had their lives altered forever as a result of a crash. Some of the drivers on the current grid are directly impacted or know those whose lives have been lost or altered because of a crash. Nearly everyone on that grid has a story. Some of you have their photos as your icons as you wish literal death and injury on their coworkers, their friends. They would be beyond disgusted by you. I can name far too many drivers who lost their lives in this sport, it shouldn't take naming them to make people realize that wishing for some to die like they did is a disgusting act. If it were to come true, would you celebrate? Would you cheer as the red flag came out? I don't think I want to know the answer, considering some of the things I've seen in the main tags over the last couple of years (see that one person who wanted to violently and literally stab and kill a driver or see that disgusting poll about which way would be best to literally kill another driver).

Don't start with but x did this or y fans did that, if they jumped off a cliff, would you? Why are you so eager to lower yourself to what you feel are their low standards or morals? And I don't blame a driver for the actions of someone who calls themselves a fan while doing anything that I've mentioned in this post, because they're not fans, they're people who use the driver they claim to back as a shield and as an excuse for their appalling behavior.

Also, if you have to say "I don't like driver x but I agree nobody deserves this type of abuse", get rid of everything before the but. You don't have to like someone to offer them basic respect or human decency.

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hihi! I love your family hcs! so I was wondering, how would kaiser be as a older brother?? 😭

YEAAHH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME FOR BIG BROTHER KAISER HEADCANONS!! Also thank you I'm so happy people are enjoying these headcanons :]] Requests are still open!!

Big brother Kaiser would show off his soccer trophies and medals to you ALL THE TIME. Seriously. He's done it countless times and he's never getting tired of it. But you never get tired of it either. You love seeing how proud he is of himself and of what he's achieved. And hey, you're proud of him as well.

It's just, uh. Kaiser used to be really bad at praising you. You have your own achievements in life and Kaiser has always been proud of you! But for the longest time, he was awful at expressing that in words. Sometimes it even felt like he wasn't paying attention to your achievements at all and it started dragging you down. Especially because Kaiser's achievements were praised so much more by your parents.

Kaiser absolutely HATES seeing you insecure about yourself and your achievements. When he catches you feeling like this, he's doing his best to cheer you up by suddenly praising you out of nowhere. Because hey, your big brother is THE Michael Kaiser. You can't be insecure about yourself. Being amazing and talented runs in the family.

When he suddenly starts praising you, it's confusing at first. You always thought he didn't care about what you achieved, but realizing he does care A LOT makes you feel much better.

Besides that, Kaiser loves teasing you. And he really likes to get on your nerves with it. But he's well aware of the fine line between being genuinely annoying and being annoying in a funny way.

When you were younger and whined or complained about something Kaiser would do, he'd say something along the lines of "If you don't stop whining I'll tell mom about that time when you..."

Kaiser knows people in school often have the intention of becoming your friend so they can get closer to him. And he hates it when people want to use you.

People only seeing you as "Michael Kaiser's sibling" probably makes you insecure as well, because people don't seem to care about the person you are. But Kaiser tries to make sure you know you're great as yourself, not only as his sibling. Sure, him being your big brother makes you even cooler, but that doesn't mean you'd be worthless if you weren't related to him.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock kaiser #bllk kaiser #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk x you #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you

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gffa · 11 months

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Hey! What are your favorite Obi-Wan-centric books/comics, if I may ask? Have a nice day and may the force be with you

Hi! I have a bunch that I've enjoyed! Trying to keep this as Obi-Wan-centric as I can, though, honestly, for as much as he appears in a lot of stuff, he's not necessarily always the center of the best stuff for his character. NOVELS - CANON:

Padawan by Kiersten White - This book dethroned all other books for me to take the #2 spot of Lumi's Favorite Star Wars Book Ever! It's charming, it's thoughtful, it's good-natured, it's funny, it had a fun adventure, it gave Obi-Wan some hellion little best friends as a Padawan, and just made me fall in love with the world all over again.

Choose Your Destiny: An Obi-Wan & Anakin Adventure by Cavan Scott - The CYD books (same concept as Choose Your Own Adventure books) can be an acquired taste, but I found so many lovely moments in this book, some genuinely delightful details (MACE WINDU THEATRE NERD) and some great Obi-Wan & Anakin moments. Plus, Bant Eerin recanonization!

Brotherhood by Mike Chen - I have talked at length about the problems with the Anakin parts of this book (basically: if you take it at face value, it's pretty vile towards a Black character), but I have a ton of affection for the Obi-Wan half of this book. The way he moves with his feelings, acknowledges them and lets them pass through him, the way he genuinely cares about the Neimoidians, the way he tries to be thoughtful and you can see how deeply he cares about Anakin, is all really good.

From a Certain Point of View: A New Hope (specifically the first one, not the second one) has three short stories that are stellar for Obi-Wan: "Master and Apprentice" by Claudia Gray (make sure it's the ANH anthology, not the full novel by the same author), "There is Another" by Gary D. Shmidt, and "Time of Death" by Cavan Scott. All have either really lovely insights into Obi-Wan's character during ANH or have him being utterly hilarious.

NOVELS - LEGENDS:

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover - While not actually perfect, there are some things I don't fully agree with or think the book matched what was on the screen, when this book gets it right, it gets it so right that no other book has ever compared. This utterly elevates what was already my favorite Star Wars movie, and this man can turn a hell of a phrase.

Wild Space by Karen Miller - This is a book that I could pick apart in a lot of ways (it feels like two half-books stitched together rather than one coherent story, it doesn't earn its ending, it doesn't really do justice to the Jedi), but I love it because it's such an utterly dramatic book, everything about the events is larger than life, and has a spar with Obi-Wan and Anakin where he smacks Anakin on the ass, touches his face and tells him he did well and the look on Anakin's face in return almost makes Ahsoka cry because she's so touched, and contains the phrase "wringing wet and blowing hard" about their duel. Like, that's the kind of chaos you're in for and it's AMAZING.

COMICS - CANON:

Obi-Wan by Christopher Cantwell - It's only a five issue mini-series but it's a great look at Obi-Wan's character at various points in his life and I had so much to say about it, so I really felt it held up to analysis, and it really brought the feelings.

Obi-Wan & Anakin by Charles Soule - Another five issue mini and it does not get near enough credit for being tremendously well plotted and illustrating a lot of bigger points about Obi-Wan, Anakin, the Jedi, and the Republic, why good people were making the best choices available to them. Also, the single most gorgeous art I have ever seen in a comic.

Any of the Age of Republic comics by Jody Houser - These were a series of oneshots focused on various heroes and villains, and if you're specifically looking for Obi-Wan content, the Obi-Wan one and the Anakin one were FANTASTIC looks at the character.

Clone Wars: Battle Tales by Michael Moreci - Another mini-series and IIRC Obi-Wan was only in some of them, but he got some truly great moments of defending the clones and being an amazing leader in them.

COMICS - LEGENDS: These are so much harder because they're so spread out and often times it's just one or two issues that even have Obi-Wan in them. Ones I do remember enjoying:

The Clone Wars: The Smuggler's Code by Justin Aclin - A short graphic novel where Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka go on a beach vacation and run into a criminal from Obi-Wan's past and the entire story is UTTERLY UNHINGED, it's so hilariously over the top that I hyena laugh ever time I read it.

The Republic series from Dark Horse had a bunch of good Obi-Wan moments in it, if you don't mind paging through a lot of other characters. It's about all the Jedi, so they all get their turns, so I would suggest getting this one from your local library to find the issues you're most interested in!

Honestly, so much of reading SW books and comics is the willingness to pick out small fragments of gold amidst the bigger blargghh, like would I recommend Jedi Apprentice or Jedi Quest as some of my favorites? No, probably not, but that doesn't mean that Jude Watson didn't know how to turn a hell of a phrase and that I won't pull out fantastic quotes from those books! Would I recommend the Titan magazine comics? No, they're charming but the art is wonky a lot and they're too short to really go into much depth. If anyone has any comics recs to include, feel free to add on! The novels were easier to remember, but there have been so many comics that I feel like I'm missing some obvious ones.

#obi wan kenobi #novels recs #comics recs

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A Fallen Apple From the Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter One (1.2k)

The world around them was nothing like the world they had grown accustomed to. An array of reds and blacks. The sky was blood red with a design etched into it that the young soul couldn’t recognize. Everything around him was violent, scary even. He kept himself close to his father, yet his little heart wanted to see what else there was to this different, twisted world he just entered.

Souls were fighting with each other, beating each other up in a way the child had never seen before. The man beside him, stood tall as he beckoned both boys into a venue. It wasn’t anything as fancy as the ones back at home. It was breaking, cracks in the walls, spiders in the corners and what Lucifer could only imagine were dead bodies.

Beside him, Michael grabbed onto his hand, gripping it tightly as he couldn’t bear to look at the world around him. He kept his eyes to the ground, kept close to his brother, kept close to his father. But Lucifer on the other hand, couldn’t help but look at the wreckage around them.

“Father-”

“Not now, Luci.” He glanced down to Lucifer, only to gently pat his head. “We won’t be here for long,” He encouraged. Lucifer gave the tall man a small nod, before he looked at his brother.

“Did you hear him? We won’t be here for long, Michael.” He tried, hoping to help his older brother feel a tiny bit better. Yet, Michael didn’t look up. He held onto his brother firmly, following after their father, two Cherubims stuck close to them, wielding angelic weapons in their hands.

After a long hallway, Lucifer found himself standing behind his father, two large double doors being pushed open.

The room was full of people. Those who towered over the little ones. They stood tall, determined and looked almost angry. Though, Lucifer couldn’t exactly tell why. His father wasn’t a bad man, so why did they look so mad at him?

“So the deity finally decided to show up.” One of them said, though, to Lucifer he looked sort of like a clown. He found clowns funny, actually, as he tried to hide his smile behind his hand.

“I didn’t expect you to actually say yes to this kind of meeting.” The hound girl said. Her hair flowed like honey, an array of blues, pinks, oranges and yellows. She was quite pretty. He wanted to touch her hair, though he stayed close to his father, nearly clinging onto the end of his jacket with Michael attached to his father by the hip.

“I had no other choice.” His voice almost beamed through the room. “You threatened Heaven, and we can’t have that happening.”

“So they sent the big man out here huh?” The clown-man leaned back in his chair, beginning to play with a small doll that he held in his hand. “Why not one of your… What are they?” He looked at the rest of them.

Sat around the table were four other people. One man looked like the ocean, a deep blue with greens and purples. The others, Lucifer couldn’t really get a good look at, though, he felt intimidated by them.

“Come sit, old friend.” The blue-man said, gesturing to the empty seat at the table.

“Don’t call me a friend, Asmodeus. I am only here to do work.” He spoke, entering the room. Both boys, Lucifer and Michael, clung onto him, following him into the room.

“Wait, wait…” The hound girl held up her hands, her ears tilting back as she looked at the two boys. Lucifer almost felt nervous when she caught his eye. He hid behind his father, yet peered out from behind him. Michael, on the other hand, stayed quiet, not even looking up to see the other people in the room. “You… Who are these kids?” She asked, gesturing to them.

The two Cherubims took a step forward, almost protecting the two boys.

“Ah,” Lucifer looked up at his father, when he reached down and patted his head. “These boys are my sons.” He looked over at Michael, and did the same thing.

“You brought your sons to a meeting like this?” The clown-man laughed, holding his large stomach. “You must be joking, was there no baby sitter??!” He cackled.

“Mammon.” Another deep voice startled Lucifer closer to his father, as he held onto his pant leg. Sat in the middle of the room, a tall man had his hands clasped together. “Be respectful.” He said, before gesturing to the boy next to him.

Lucifer’s interest peaked, looking at the boy who stood next to this man. He stood silently, his hands held behind his back as he watched the meeting take place. He was dressed in red, a formal outfit with black frill. Yet, this wasn’t what caught his attention. He had a pair of fluffy ears sitting on top of his head, two little nubs accompanying them.

Lucifer gently pulled on his father’s pant leg, yet he almost waved the boy’s need for attention away.

“Yeah, whatever.” Mammon sunk in his spot, looking unimpressed with the leader.

“I do have to admit though…” The man looked at this little boy, and pet his head. His ears twitched as he stood his ground. “Maybe having children here wouldn’t be the best idea…”

“That's what I was going to say…” The hound-girl muttered, looking at Lucifer and Michael. “Hey, why don’t I bring them to one of the extra rooms? They’ll be safe there, you can even have one of your angel guys with them.”

“All children?” Lucifer’s father asked, his hands coming down to land on his boy’s heads.

“Alastor is no harm.” The man said, looking at the boy. “Isn’t that right? You’ll do well not to hurt them?”

Alastor looked at him, before nodding.

“Father-” Lucifer smiled up at him, gently pulling on his pant leg once more. “Please…” His father looked down at him. A worried expression riddled his face before he knelt down.

“Michael, how do you feel about this?” Michael frowned, yet shook his head, holding onto his father for everything he’s got. He sighed, looking at Lucifer. He could see the pure excitement in that boy's eyes. The thrill for a new friend, the creativity he could show this other boy.

“Fine.” He stood, Michael in his arms. “But the Cherubim never leaves the room they’re in.”

“Is this fine…?” Alastor asked, looking at the man.

“Yes, go..” The man gently nudged him. “The meeting shouldn’t last long.” He smiled at Alastor, before looking at the hound-girl. “Bee, will you do the honors?”

“Of course!” She stood from her seat, holding out her hand to Alastor. The boy took it, following after her over to the three strangers.

Lucifer paused, looking up at how tall ‘Bee’ was. She didn’t tower over his father, but she was still so tall. And right across from him, Alastor, the other boy. His ears twitched as they tempted to lay flat against his head.

“Go on Luci. You will be fine…” His father muttered. Lucifer swallowed hard, but he took Bee’s hand and the two boys were led out of the room, a cherubim following after them.

#radioapple #radioapple au #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor

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fostering au. when tommy starts to hit his mid-late twenties he has a bit of a quarter life crisis.

he’s never lived alone (he tried for college and lasted three months) hes always been either with his brother or his two best friends (he owns a house with beeduo & michael but he still has his room in wilburs house and hes over there like at least twice a week) and since he stopped going to college and switched to online classes, hes never like. had a Big Thing for himself. his friends are all either pursuing a career or dating or getting married or having kids but hes aroace and fluctuating minimum wage jobs (he doesnt Actually need to work, ranboo’s rich as fuck which is the only reason they can afford a house, but he still does to “contribute”) .

so he decides he needs a Project . like his own thing that he builds towards. which is how he gets the idea to open his own shop!!

its officially a record shop, and theres for sure lots of those because he collects them (cat and mellohi….), but its also one of those tiny stores with shelves up to the ceiling that just sells a bunch of Things. trinkets. records and books and funny gadgets and guitars and collectibles and little potted plants.

he also makes a deal with niki (who opened her own bakery down the street!!) to buy a handful of pastries from her every day to sell to his clients as long as he puts a sign over it to advertise her . well she didn’t actually ask that she was totally fine as is but he insisted. he takes it to heart and makes the most eyesore colourful big poster threatening guiding all customers to “go find more of these delicious pastries where they came from”.

he loves his shop its such a nice place, very cozy and homey, where they all hang out regularly . its called Tom’s Records and fun fact i built it in the sims😁 maybe house tour one day

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i saw your post about the slashers playing just dance, and jasons got me thinking about: what if the slashers came home to you singing along pretty vulgar songs? like cupcakke- i just think it would be funny

saijfdhfdu pls this has me wheezing just thinking about their reactions. I hope you will enjoy this honey boo <333

TW: not beta read, cursing and slightly NSFW (songs lyrics).

|| Reacting to their SO singing vulgar songs ||

Featuring Michael, Thomas, Brahms, Jason and Yautja

Michael Myers

After a long day of work, you’re finally relaxing with some wine and music in the background. Anaconda by Nicki Minaj starts playing, and you’re singing along.

Normally, Michael would already be gone by this time, so you gave your all in this performance, believing you’re alone.

It just so happen that Michael makes himself known right as the lyrics ‘’this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles’’ comes.

And now that just catch his attention. The rest of the lyrics are vulgar at best, and he scoffs.

You nearly jump off your skin, because you never heard him enter the living room. Lowkey ashamed he heard you sing.

Michael doesn’t care what kind of song you listen to, really. But he will tease you.

Thomas Hewitt

For the sake of this, let’s say the movie happened in recent years, because I don’t know songs from the 70s.

You’ve always appeared to be such a soft, calm person. Someone who could do no wrong.

So when Thomas comes up from the basement after hearing your voice, curious about you were doing, what he hears makes him pause.

This can't be right, you would never say things like that.

‘’My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this’’ and you even give a little hip thrust in the air.

That’s something he expects from Hoyt, not from you.

Then you jump and yelp when you notice Thomas, who’s staring at you with eyes the size of saucers.

Has to wrap his mind around the fact you’re not as innocent as he believed.

Brahms Heelshire

It was an honest mistake from your part. You should have introduced Brahms to more modern music. So you don’t really blame him for his reaction when he caught you singing Need to know by Doja Cat.

‘’I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten’’ what friend??? Which dick????

Brahms will instantly believe you’re talking about Malcolm. To his knowledge, the delivery boy is the only other man around you.

‘’Are you cheating on me??’’ ‘’Huh?’’

Ensue a series of questions, until you realize what he’s talking about.

Making him listen to the song is quite an experience. A mix of intrigue, horror and disgust plays in Brahms’ eyes.

Let’s say he’s not a fan of crass songs, but he wouldn’t mind trying some of the stuff mentioned in the lyrics with you.

Jason Voorhees

The first time he heard you sing CPR by Cupcakke, he nearly had a heart attack.

‘’TIGHT AS A VIRGIN BOY DON’T GET NERVOUS TIIIIIGHT’’

What do you mean, you save dick by giving it CPR???

Will rush to the radio to either turn down the volume, or completely shut down the device.

In his eyes, you are perfect. An angel sent from heaven. So hearing such crude words from you gives him whiplash.

He will never stop you from doing things you enjoy, but he might ask you to not blast such songs in the cabins.

Or, at the very least, wear headphones.

Yautja (predator)

The human language is way too complicated in his opinion.

But he does find it interesting how many words can be used to reference something.

Especially when you scream ‘’I WANT YOU TO PARK THAT BIG MACK TRUCK RIGHT IN THIS LITTLE GARAGE’’ at the top of your lungs while doing the dishes.

And how mortified you look when you realize he’s been standing right behind you all this time while you gave your best performance of WAP.

Male Yautjas can be crude amongst themselves, so he really doesn’t blame you for the vulgarities you sing.

Though, your mate will probably poke fun at you and the song’s silly lyrics.

#michael myers #micheal myers x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #yautja #yautja x reader #my writing #headcanon #request #slashers

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Round 5 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Wolfwood

I'm sure I'm not the first to submit him. But I did it anyway. I hope he wins and I'll do anything in my power to make sure he does

look at this man he's a priest with a cross shaped gun that (spoilers) dies against the side of a church while waxing poetic about life and redemption (/spoilers), this is the Catholic ever.

Wolfwood is liiiiiterally Judas coded in the text. AND his weapon is a massive cross that turns into a machine gun and a LASER. Not to mention his religious trauma. Oh baby. The religious trauma.

He literally carries around a giant cross and is referred to as a priest by multiple characters. also he offers people confessionals

John

he’s a priest. he can punch your lights out. he would never hurt a fly. he has connections in the black market. he gives everything he can to the local orphans. he will not hesitate to play pranks on you. he wants everyone to be happy. he has daddy issues probably. he wants a promotion sososososoooooo bad.

I accidentally submitted the last 5actors name but it’s the same guy

Hey everyone please vote for this man I love him he truely is what we need more of in this world the kindest most relatable character has flaws etc etc. Deserves the world

#john mulcahy #m a s h #mash #m*a*s*h #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #francis mulcahy #FRANCIS JOHN PATRICK MULCAHY #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun

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You Are What You Love (l.h)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Fem! Reader

Requested? Yes! (requests are currently closed)

Summary: Based on the song "Daylight" By Taylor Swift. Luke's thinking about his perspective of love while he reminisces about when he first met you

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of alcohol and toxic relationships. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, im sorry)

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author's Note: I just really wanted to write this one and give it my own lil twist. Remember that REBLOGS are super IMPORTANT and so are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and Happy Reading

My masterlist // tag list in bio!

The day was getting to him and they’d practically just started. Doing promos all day is something they all got used to when they first started, but it has become repetitive and unhealthy after years of being in the spotlight.

It’s not like Luke isn’t grateful for the opportunity he has of making music with his best friends, he loves what he does and why he’s doing it. But he has to admit priorities have changed for him lately, and being away from home for too long was making him angsty.

“Dude, cheer up!” Ashton would say, giving him a big smile and patting him on the shoulder as they waited for the next interviewer.

Luke would give him a half-hearted, tired smile that mimicked his feelings on the inside. He would see how Michael, Ash, and Calum would joke with each other a little bit, already getting in the mood for another seven minutes of answering questions - although everyone knew Ashton would be speaking the most again, thank you very much. And for a moment it was nice to see them slip from the personas they present in front of the camera and just let them be.

He also took this moment to check his phone and take it out from “do not disturb” when a text message showed up. After reading it his smile was for real this time.

“Is it Y/N?” Michael asked, noticing the grin on Luke’s face.

“Yeah, she says hi”

Quickly, Luke texted you back, noticing the interviewer was already making their way to them. Still, he couldn’t shake the smile off of his face.

* A few years ago.

The party was a success - or a mess if you’re the one cleaning afterward, which is pretty much what Luke promised to do if Ashton threw a party that weekend. This time it took more than ten minutes to convince the eldest of 5sos to throw a party, which is more than anyone would’ve expected coming from him.

“Luke, I already hosted a party three days ago” Ashton sighed while doing the dishes, giving his back to the youngest of the band.

“But Aaaash,” Luke pouted even though Ashton couldn’t see him “It’s the weekend!”

“Don’t you think you like partying too much?”

“Funny you’re saying it,” Luke rolled his eyes, but when he noticed Ashton stare once he turned back, he knew he was serious “C’mon, dude”

“Luke, you’re deflecting” Ashton crossed his arms in front of his chest “Don’t think we don’t notice how you use parties as an excuse to avoid the elephant in the room”

“I’m fine,” He scoffed, and the eldest raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? So you’re ready to tell me what happened the day you showed up at my house with your dog and a U-Haul filled with your things?” Ashton sighed again when noticing Luke’s eyes deflecting his gaze “Look, you know I love having you here, but it’s not fun to see you hurting, Luke. Whatever happened with her… you know we’ll support you, right?”

And Luke knew they would. Fuck, Luke loves his friends because of it, they will never leave him behind if the ship was sinking. But the ship was already at the bottom of the ocean and they were still looking for the remains of his broken heart, not knowing there was nothing left to save. Not even himself.

“Luke…”

“Fine, if you don’t want to have a party then forget it,” Luke said, turning around and going to his room.

Ashton groaned loudly and threw his head back before calling out “Okay! We’re having a stupid party! But you’re cleaning up the next day!”

And so came Saturday and the house was packed. Except for one lonely soul sitting outside against the wall, drinking a beer, and not being able to figure out what was so wrong with him. Ashton was right, he was deflecting. But what was wrong with wanting to have a little party to try and forget the past?

The lights were low, so no one could recognize him that easily as he slipped out. The loud noises of the party drowned the sounds of his mind telling him he was the one that fucked up and that he should go back to what he knew was an unhealthy environment. At least that’s a place familiar to him; the feeling of not being enough but still trying to make it up somehow; being the butt of the joke everyone and laughing along even though they never knew the struggle or the pain behind every word or comment he read on the internet.

He was in love, or at least he thought he was. Damn, there was his whole life ahead of him and he thought she’d be by his side through all of it. But love doesn’t have to be black and white, it doesn't have to make you doubt every single word or move or Instagram post. He never thought love could be so cruel… or maybe he didn’t know what love was after all.

What’s worst of it all is that he knew he hurt some people along the way. Fuck, he even made Ashton throw him a party every week to try and cheer him up even though everyone knew it was all a charade. After everything that he did wrong, his friends are still there for him when he least deserves it. All because he was too hung up to see the reality, or too scared to face it.

Still, at least he was sound of mind and heart and didn’t plan to go back to her, even if that meant waking up and facing the unknown future again.

“Cheers to that,” He mumbled as he brought the beer bottle he was nursing to his lips.

“Amen,” A voice said behind him, making him spill his drink all over his shirt “Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”

Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, counting to ten in his head so that he won’t curse this person out. But soon a hand was stretched out to him, offering some napkins to clean himself out.

Finally, his blue eyes were able to look at the person who so rudely interrupted his self-deprecating moment. And for a second there he was speechless.

“I’m truly sorry,” The girl gave him a shy, awkward smile, “I thought you heard me get out and- Well, that’s what I get for trying to be funny, I guess”

Luke blinked up at her, losing his train of thought when he noticed how cute she looked when blushing and the way her eyes sparkled before she looked down. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he accepted the napkins.

“It was funny,” He said, dabbing his shirt “I always hated this shirt anyways, so thank you for helping me get rid of her”

The girl smiled “I don’t know if you’re making fun of me… but, yeah, that shirt is very 2015”

Luke fake gasped in surprise “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“I’m saying that maybe you did but are now repenting for your sins”

“So quick-witted”

“One of my many talents”

“What’s another one?”

“I can run faster than a wolf”

“Don’t you get tired?” He asked, scooting to his side so that she could sit beside him. She did.

“Maybe when I do I’ll finally find the place that makes me what to stay” She shrugged “Do you have a talent?”

“I can’t seem to differentiate heroes from villains”

She looked at him, resting her chin on her hand “What do you think I am, then?”

“I don’t know yet” He laughed, looking back at her and getting lost in her eyes for a second before asking “Should I be offended you'd rather be out here than at my party?”

“Should I be offended that the host of the party would rather sit outside in the cold than at his own party?” She challenged him “My friend dragged me here, but I’m not much of a social butterfly and I need a moment to charge my battery before she tries to set me up with another stranger”

“Ooff, tough crowd?”

“The toughest”

“Good.” Luke said, leaning back and looking up at the sky “Easiest way not to get hurt”

“Maybe,” She shrugged. “But if we don’t get hurt once in a while then why bother to feel anything at all?”

Luke turned to her, frowning as he examined her face. “Did Ashton send you here?”

The girl looked at him quizzically, “I literally have no idea who Ashton is, but if he’s like- I don’t know, your “guide” in the universe, then maybe?”

Luke laughed “He’s my co-host”

“Oh! The one singing “I will survive” in karaoke! Yeah, no, I haven’t talked to him. But if you want me to call him I could-”

“No!” Luke said way too quickly and she noticed that as well “I mean if he sees me he’ll know he’s right and I would rather eat another one of Calum’s veggie lasagnas than do that”

“Ouch, tough crowd?”

He groaned “You have no idea”

“I might, a little bit”

“Yeah?” He bumped her arm with his “What’s your story then?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Luke,” He said, extending a hand for her to shake.

“Y/N,” She took his hand in hers, shaking it firmly “Well, Luke, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours”

“And if we never want to see each other after we do?”

“Then that’s a risk we’ll both have to take”

The memory faded as he noticed all eyes were on him.

Shit.

At least there’ll be more elevator memes after this interview.

“Sorry, could you repeat the question, please?” Luke asked, ignoring Calum’s chuckle.

“Of course!” The interviewer smiled “I said that you were one of the main writers in almost every song of this album. What’s the inspiration behind it?”

“Oh,” It was an easy answer, of course, something he had rehearsed with the guys beforehand. But as the memory of your first encounter was still so fresh, another answer came to mind “Love,”

“Love?”

“Well, I guess that the right way to say it would be the feeling you get when you know you’re safe” He started, “When you feel safe around that special someone, no judgment nor fears or doubts. When that person means the world to you and you would do anything to give it to them just to see the smile on their face even for just a second. Or when you make a mistake and you’re willing to put everything on the line to try and make it right, just hoping the other one will forgive you when you think you least deserve it. “I had my doubts about love for quite some time. Thinking I was defined by it when we just create the context ourselves when we find the right person to share that love with. I always believed love would be…”

“Burning red?” Michael smiled, finding the words right out of Luke’s mouth.

“Yeah,” He smiled “But love is not supposed to burn or to hurt. Love is supposed to keep us warm and safe. Love is golden, like daylight”

“But not our old song Daylight,” Ashton said, making everyone laugh “That truly was a mistake”

“But it is part of our history,” Calum added.

“Like heartbreaks and hurt,” Luke chimed in, going back to the original question “But without them, is it even worth feeling anything at all? They’re just passing by until you find the place you want to stay, with the ones you love”

Luke watched with a smile as the other guys answered the rest of the questions, knowing full well that this is where he was meant to be. But there was someone missing.

The car dropped him off first, his friends all saying their goodbyes or see you tomorrow and saying I love you to him before he got out. He cracked his back before he grabbed his bag and made his way to the front door, waving one last time at the guys.

The moment he crossed the door he hung his keys and got rid of his boots. He was about to call your name when a faint mixture of sounds got to him. He frowned as he walked toward the living room, quickly finding you under a pile of blankets, wearing his hoodie and with an arm wrapped around a very sleepy Petunia whose snores were drowned out by the sounds on your phone.

Luke smiled as he shook his head, walking over to his two girls and sliding down next to you, wrapping you with his arms.

“What’ you doing?” He said, kissing you on the cheek “Are you- are you watching 5sos TikToks?”

“What can I say?” You said, turning into his embrace and facing him “You guys are very entertaining”

You ignored the rolling of his eyes as you leaned over to kiss him sweetly on the lips, feeling how he relaxed against you.

“Hi,” You mumbled once you pulled back just enough to have only your noses touching.

“Hi, darling” Luke smiled, kissing you briefly one more time.

“Long day?”

“The longest without you”

“Sap” You giggled, trying to scurry away before his hands found your waist and started to tickle it, but not being able to succeed.

This is what he meant about love. Coming home after a long day and having your laugh be music to his ears. Being able to touch you and kiss you like it was the first time every time. Just relaxing with you on the couch with your dog, watching hours and hours of tiktoks before any of your stomachs started to grumble. Talking about your respective days while you cook dinner together with Fleetwood Mac’s music surrounding the house, listening to all the good and the bad and the ugly, and just being there for each other.

The words “I love you” never made sense to him before you came along. But when you kiss him goodnight and whisper those words to him, he knows them to be true. And when he says them back, he knows he’s falling short. Because a love like that is impossible to describe.

A love like that is golden. A love like that is kind.

So every night he adds:

“Loving you is the best thing I have” * * tags: @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @mystic-232 @talksoprettyjjx @theshyspy @hoodhoran @hoodharlow @littledrummeraussie @bubblegum183 @irwin-fletcher-ash @wiiildflowerrr @another-lonely-heart @aabc5sauce @in-superbloom @sadcupofcoffee @personalmuyverypersonal @vtte @as-hs-blog @himbohood @sofiaaraee @irwindoll @weasleytwinscumslut @fairytrice @colourfulcal @nibin0912 @hfkait @savagejane1 @youneedtocalumdown @ashtonsunflower @nicebasscalum @calumspupils @secretsicanthideanymore @alltimesos @wontlastimokwiththat @whywontyoulovemecami @theimpossiblehologramtree @perriexed @abiancajg @rewmuslupin @icelily13 @bookthingz @gracieboogirl @fastandtheformula1 @kingxnichole @wildflower98

#luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #5sos #suchalonelysunflower #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings fanfiction #Luke 5sos #luke 5 seconds of summer #5sos Luke #5 seconds of summer luke #5sos luke hemmings #5sos fic #5sos fanfiction #5 seconds of summer pic #5 seconds of summer fan fiction #luke hemmings one shot #Taylor swift #daylight

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Wonka (2023) Movie Review

I went to see the new Wonka movie over the weekend and I highly recommend it! First off, it’s a musical! The marketing for the movie here hasn’t been making that clear at all which is a shame because it’s delightful! The movie made me cry and laugh out loud right off the bat. It’s the first movie that’s made me feel like that in a while. If you loved the original Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory with Gene Wilder you’ll like this one! It’s got the same vibe and spirit to it and the characters feel like ones you’d find in a Roald Dahl novel. It’s a great movie to take your kids too as well!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

In the film, Willy Wonka is an aspiring magician, inventor, and chocolatier. He arrives in Europe to establish his chocolate shop at the Galeries Gourmet. Armed with nothing but a hatful of dreams, he manages to change the world, one delectable bite at a time. He arrives in Paris and after using up his meager savings is coerced into staying at Mrs. Scrubitt's Boarding House by a man named Bleacher who turns out to be her henchman.

After falling into misfortune, he hatches an escape plan and with the help of his newfound friends finds a way to finally bring his chocolates to the masses and free himself and his friends from captivity and oppression. The movie is designed to be a prequel to the 1971 Classic but set in Paris and depending on your interpretation either pre-dates Wonka’s arrive in England or is set in an alternative timeline or universe.

This movie pulled on my heart strings and made me genuinely cry within the first few minutes. It also made me laugh hysterically! The comedic timing was great, and Hugh Grant as an Oompa Loompa was hilarious! I loved the back story they created for the Oompa Loompas about how they came to work for him and why they’re so loyal. It was way funnier and a lot less offensive than I was anticipating. I was worried they’d create a back story for them that would come across as prejudice and offensive, but they didn't. They found a way to make the interactions between Wonka and Hugh Grant’s character funny without being offensive.

What really makes the movie work is Timothée Chalamet’s performance. It turns out he’s a surprisingly good singer and you definitely buy him as Wonka! He brings the same sort of mischievous spirit and kindness to the role that Wilder did but puts his own spin on it. Calah Lane, the actress who plays Noodle, his main collaborator in the film, was excellent! She’s definitely one to watch! The movie featured Colour Blind Casting similar to how characters in the Shonda Rhimes universe are cast. So think Bridgerton meets Whimsical Musical. Speaking of which, Abigail the giraffe totally stole the show! An excellent addition to be sure!

The supporting cast was fantastic! Jim Carter, best known as the Butler from Downton Abbey plays an Accountant; Rowan Atkison, best known as Mr. Bean, plays a corrupt chocaholic priest, and Mathew Baynton from Horrible Histories plays a chocolate shop owner who’s a member of the city’s chocolate cartel. Fellow Horrible Histories alum Simon Farnaby plays Basil, a bamboozled Zoo security guard, Colin O'Brien from Dear Edward plays a young Willy Wonka, and Sally Hawkins plays his mother.

Kobna Holdbrook-Smith does an excellent job of playing a police officer with a conscience working in a corrupt system overrun by chocoholics! Keegan-Michael Key plays the corrupt and totally inept Chief of Police, and Olivia Coleman rounds out the cast as the despicable Mrs. Scrubitt! Part of the reason the characters feel so authentic to Dahl’s work is because they are based on characters from other stories of his. Paul King, the Director, worked closely with the Dahl Estate, and Dahl’s grandson Luke Kelly served as a Producer. The trio of villains known as the Chocolate Cartel were inspired by Boggis, Bunce, and Bean from the Fantastic Mr. Fox and the character of Mrs. Scrubbit was inspired by Dahl's short story The Landlady.

Some of my favourite lines of the film were:

“Judgement has come in the most unexpected way!”

“It's a ruined castle.”

“That does defy explanation.”

“Shouldn’t we be focusing on all those unsolved murders?”

“He doesn’t even work here!”

I thought the movie did a really good job of depicting Parisian culture and how expensive everything is! In real life Paris is beautiful but there are so many things that the movies get wrong about what Paris, France as a whole, and French culture is actually like. In real life, things in Paris are very expensive, you have to be warry of pick pockets, and you have to be careful as many of the people you’ll see have an angle or are trying to get something from you or make money off you. I loved that they found comedic ways to show that while also highlighting just how beautiful and charming the city can be.

I found the back story as to why Wonka hates Slugworth so much and their rivalry really interesting. I wasn’t expecting it and I was pleasantly surprised. The implication from the film, if you take it to be a prequel, is that while Slugworth’s co-conspirators Fickelgruber and Prodnose were finished for good after being exposed he eventually rebuilt his empire which is why the rivalry between himself and Wonka continued. I did find it strange that when they went looking for Noodle’s mom, they just went down the list of people with that name instead of starting with the librarians and book shop clerks in town when they know she was a bookworm based on what Slugworth told them.

I loved the castle building sequence at the end! Although I was a bit disappointed as I thought we were going to see how Wonka expanded his operation to London at the end. FYI there’s a cute little bonus scene soon after the credits start so stick around for that! I loved the epilogue song and them taking the time to tell us that there was going to be bonus content and a post-credits scene right after the bat so you didn’t have to sit and wait for it. If you like musicals and loved the original movie I really recommend this one!

Until next time!

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka #wonka movie #wonka #wonka spoilers #oompa loompa #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #gene wilder #timothée chalamet #movie review #hugh grant #film review #opinion #thoughts

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