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patrick-in-the-junkyard · 5 years

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Backseat.

Victor Criss X Reader

GIF is not mine.

Notes: Here’s the Vic Criss smut everyone has been wanting, I missed you all and currently my school grades are bitting me in the butt, but it’s a joy to finally get this one out. The setting is based on the song called Backseat by Peer Günt.

Summary: Derry has it’s brand new drive in open for business, and are screening a night of horror. Of course, the Bowers Gang would attend along with that Victor brings his girlfriend, the reader. But during the middle of the movie, things get heated fast.

Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Sex, Alcohol Usage, Drug Usage, and Langauge

Words:3K

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“Where’s Hockstetter this time? Junkyard?” Henry asked, leading Belch to laugh a little. Henry had a slightly confused look on his face at the now-empty seat next to Victor.

“You know that goody-two-shoes new girl? That’s where. He said he will probably arrive later tonight if he's done fast enough.” Henry, then became slightly jealous as he knew he now couldn’t be the first out of his gang to tap it.

“Whatever, I’ll just hope she doesn’t get any diseases from the fucker.” Henry laid back into the seat, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

“Hey! Hey you guys, aren’t we going to pick up my date?” Victor added as he’d been growing impatient all day. Before this moment, he had seen you around Derry High when Henry once pointed you out since according to Henry, you looked very "out of place" in Greta's little gossip group. And it was until when he had accidentally knocked into you when he was chasing a kid who stole his quarter at the arcade downtown. By that point, you guys had talked and had become close over a short period of time. It was his choice to take you with him since you guys had secretly been a thing, not a single soul knew until now.

“Chill Criss, we will get her soon. Besides, it’s a few hours till this movie starts anyways.” Belch stated, Henry leaned back into the seat, tapping his foot to the beat of the music.

“Who is it anyway? Marcia Fadden? Cynthia Stone?” Henry begged to know who his friend had fallen for. While Victor shook his head Henry tossed his cigarette into the tray.

“Come on Vic, cut the shit! Who is it?” Belch was now in on it, curious as well. Victor gave a clue, stating that it was someone in the big Gretta friend group which made Henry fake gag as he thought Vic was talking about Sally Muller.

“You’ll see when we pull up.” Henry kept an eye out, knowing that he almost knew almost everyone who lived in Derry and their houses.

“What movie are we seeing anyways?” Henry would be full of disgust if it was another one of those romantic comedies that Belch enjoyed from time to time.

"That one slasher movie. The one that has a bunch of sequels... you know? The hockey mask killer!" Belch was the one to decide on which movie to waste his precious gas money on and they had seen a commercial for this film on MTV. Besides Henry was a huge sucker for horror so they all had to at least see it once.

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It was a Friday night, typical that you had nothing to do except bail on all your friends' plans to sneak out with your boyfriend. It was almost nine o'clock and three hours ago when Victor said he’d be over. You outdid yourself on your outfit, curled hair, nice denim skirt, and a pretty ‘groovy’ top as your mom said. This would be the twentieth night of sneaking out so what could go wrong.

You spotted the car pull up by your ditch from your window, you took a second to check the lock on your door. There was no looking back as you threw your window open and attempted to jump out. That only made you fall out on your ass, tearing a part of your denim skirt. It took you a solid minute for you to pull yourself up. But before you stood Victor jumped out Henry's door and dragged you to the car. Seeing the light on the other side of the house turn on, he gently pushed you into the back before jumping back in.

Belch stepped on the gas as soon as the door was closed. You were holding onto Vic for dear life when Henry turned back to take a good long look at you, his eyes tracing your body, then smiling.

"Criss she sure is pretty, how much would it be to have a turn someday?" Victor gave Henry glare for his ‘joke’ while Belch lightly elbowed him which made him change the conversation to one of their past teachers being a 'Hardass'. Victor patted his lap for you to sit on him, which you obliged giving him a small peck on his cheek. Pressing your face into his neck, his scent was now prominent, cigarettes and cheap cologne.

There was a slight breeze from Vic’s side window from being cracked down a little. It danced across your arms making you shiver and snuggle into him even more. His face was bright red and felt as your touch had a complete effect on him, draining the feeling from his body.

Belch had made a few stops before arriving at the drive-in, first was to his house. He wanted to pick up something which you and Victor stayed in the car with Henry.

Of course, Henry picked up the most awkward conversation, asking if you guys have already fucked yet and the works. Belch got back in and handed Henry a paper bag.

Booze, of course usually a night like this they always had to have a little alcohol. By the time you guys left, it was thirty minutes left until the movie starts giving time to pick up snacks at the Derry Market before arriving on time.

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Derry had a brand new drive-in movie theater that was finished being built that April, you and Victor alone had only been once this month of May. The car pulled up next to the ticket booth and Belch rolled his window down. But what you hadn’t known was you’d come face to face with one of your main gossip buddies as she had picked up the ticket job.

"Are you guys here for- holy shit is that-!" Gretta looked up from the little note pad in front of her to see you cracking down the window.

"And in Victor's lap, damn I thought you had standards." She thought it was hilarious to humiliate you.

"Gretta I'd give you twenty dollars so you could keep your big mouth shut." Her eyes lit up and her awful chewing got louder, she was always up for a money deal.

"Deal! Just don’t let Marcia see you, she's working concessions tonight and you know she has a big problem with not closing her mouth." She had her hand out from the window of the booth as she watched you dig into your blouse pocket and hand her the twenty.

"Thank you very much that will pay for your movie, by the way, please don't get aids so I have to kick you out of our group. I’d hate to have it end like that" You sarcastically laughed at her comment while Belch pulled away.

They parked away from the rest of the cars but not too far from the screen, this made the other people coming in take it as a warning and start to park far away from them.

“We are going to wait in here” Victor was fast to call being alone with you in the car leaving Belch and Henry standing outside and looking up at the screen. The movie hadn’t started yet but it was going through previews to upcoming films in an old grindhouse type fashion. There were previews that you couldn’t help but pay attention to, including an advertisement for the Derry snack bar stationed by the ticket booth.

Henry spotted a blonde walking by wearing a baby blue tank top and a pair of denim shorts walking past the car. The two of you watched closely as he followed her until you couldn't see him anymore. Belch tossed his cigarette onto the ground and made his way in the direction of Henry. It had become awkwardly silent other than the background sound of the movie.

Victor took your hand in his, you guys were now finally alone together.

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It was in the middle of the movie when you started to take little focus on the film, making little glances at Victor until he would catch you staring. He couldn't help but feel warm inside and slightly nervous around you.

You jolted at the loud noise played through the speaker next to your car and accidentally brushed you hand hard on his crotch making him squirm. You hoped that he didn't feel that but that was out the window when he turned his gaze to you.

"I'm so sorry, I-" He grabbed your hand mid-sentence, he looked deep into your eyes.

His hand moved yours to his area, your heart pounded as you felt his warmth. It was easy to feel that he was starting to get hard, very hard. Without taking your eyes off of his face, you rubbed your fingers gently against him. His lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed pink. He couldn’t help but let out a low groan at your light touches.

When finally looking down, the outline of his cock was visible through his baggy camo pants. Taking in the sight of the slight twitching in his pants had made your thighs began to tremble. Mouth agape, you wanted to yell out even scream, this couldn’t be happening to you, Right? The only thing you guys had come close to was a sloppy makeout.

He then lifted your hand and slid it into his pants, feeling how smooth and long his cock was. You placed a few fingers around the tip, it was leaking with pre-cum. You gripped the base of his shaft, lightly squeezing it and gently moved your hand in an up and down motion. Into the moment, he leaned into your neck. ‘Thank God her hair is not in the way.’ He thought as he started leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses down your neck. It was when he took his hand and began to move his hand over the hem of your skirt.

Leaning back, he lifted his head up and spotted Henry making his way back, causing Victor to panic and sit back, accidentally hitting your arm with his knee. Alerting you to remove your hand from inside his pants.

His head poked through the right side window eyeing the both of you with a big sly grin on his face.

"Just checkin' in on the both of you, Belch told me to tell you guys he doesn't want his seats covered in jizz. So keep that in mind." He leaned more into the window, moving his arm around to find his pack of cigarettes that unknown to him were crushed between the seat and the glovebox.

“Vic do you still have your pack?” He hated Camels which was what Vic smoked but if there was no other choice said would just say ‘Fuck it.’. Victor took a moment before digging into his right pocket and pulling his pack out. He threw it over to Henry and he took out a couple of cigarettes. Before he could get his head out the window, Victor asked him a question.

"Where are you even going-." Vic could smell the scent of pot lingering on Henry.

"A little side party, cool van, pot, and drinks. You guys should join us after your done with fuckin' each other." With that, Henry stood up straight and headed into the same direction he had come from.

He patiently waited until he couldn’t see anyone in his direction.

"We don't have much time. Do you want to just do a quickie?" Victor was very worried about getting caught especially in Belch's car of all places. If anyone were to find out the both of you would be dead meat. You nodded not being able to say a single word without stuttering.

“How are we s-supposed to fuck in a tiny space like this?” You brushed the tiny pieces of your hair in your face back, taking in a deep breath.

“I have an idea.”

He gently pushed you back down onto the seat. The only complaint was having it be in a tight space and a two-seat backseat it was deemed to be very uncomfortable. While adjusting your back, you watched as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants only pushing them down to his knees.

His cock was flushed and had a slight curve but most noticeably he was painfully erect and craving for your touch. Seeing a sight like that only made you be stuck in a trance more than ever. Leaning over, he pushed your skirt up and over your stomach and removed your shirt for you. Mistakenly he ripped your underwear while taking them off, but it's like you needed those anyway.

"Fuck me, I need you, Vic-." There you were, lying naked and lazily on the seats waiting and craving for Victor's next move.

Your left leg was hastily pulled over and placed onto his arm making you lay onto your side. If anyone were to be outside, no one would know what was about to happen as double-checked. He looked out the window to see no sight of Henry or Belch just a small group at one car minding their own business.

In his hand, he took the reddened flushed tip of his cock and pushed it into your pooling entrance, only taking a second before thrusting the rest into you. His now grip on your leg tightened, to him the pleasure was unbearable. To you his cock was the perfect fit, making you let out a low moan.

"You alright sweetheart?" He had completely stopped all movement, holding still, the pressure of your walls gripping his cock almost enough to bring him over the edge. You nodded giving him a reassuring smile. Leaning down he left a small peck on your cheek before glancing down. From his view he could see how neatly tucked inside he was in your wet folds. He began to turn up his pace, watching your reaction to him lowly moving his hips.

His hips lightly met yours as he was afraid to make the other people outside notice beside he didn't notice the car already was shaking slightly. His body was now completely flushed and couldn’t help but let out loud whimpers, almost fulfilling his urge to drop your leg and just pound you into the seats. He moved his free hand from his side and placed his thumb at your clit.

He shifted you up pushing your bottom half up towards his hips, fucking up into you. The pleasure was almost too much for you as his thumb worked, moving in slow circles while he thrusts into you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud series of moans as you became close

“Are you close princess?” He could feel you tighten around him, about a few more thrusts and you’d be sent.

“I'm so close, please Vic faster!” That was it, the last straw. He dropped your leg and leaned down. He didn’t care at this point about anyone seeing him at this point. Both of you could hear the wet sounds of his cock going in and out at a hard and fast pace. It was until you let go, letting out the loudest moan and tightening around him.

“S-Shit! Fuck princess, I’m cumming!” Victor whined into your neck as his hips stuttered. Then halted, he was letting out the prettiest of groans while draining his load into you. His cock twitched as he came inside you leaving you full. The heat was unbearable, your head was burning up and your breath was heavy.

You both laid there, your back into the seat until Victor lifts himself up and slowly pulls out, hoping to not get anything on Belch’s seat. While pulling up his pants and fixing his belt he watched while you were stuck laying in euphoria.

“You're so pretty like that.” He couldn’t help but say, to him you looked like a dream.

Before going to help you clean up, he began to crack the window down to cool things down for you but was met with a semi-whisper from outside.

“Psst hey fuckers, You guys put on a really nice fuckin’ show. By the way, nice tits princess.” Patrick pressed his face onto the window while licking it, taking in the sight of your half-naked body. Victor was angered and jumped out the door as fast as he could chasing Patrick until he couldn’t see his lanky figure through the cars. He came back after taking another second to look for Patrick, climbing back into the car.

After helping you put your shirt on and your skirt down he couldn’t help but stare into your eyes with a big smile on his face.

He was in love, madly in love.

“Hey princess, are you ready to get out and go find the rest of the gang?” He wanted so badly to kiss you again

“Sure thing.” You leaned in giving him a peck on the lips

You both were madly in love.

You both got out making sure to close the door and made your way around the cars. Eventually, you found the van where Henry stood amongst other people with his shirt off and Patrick lighting the dry grass on fire. Hand in hand, Patrick came up to you both, not taking his eyes off of you. Victor’s grip on you tightened as he stood over you.

“You guys should fuck more often so I could get another peek at the peep show.” Victor was about to tell him off but before he could Belch stepped in.

“Oh come on Pats, fuck off.” He laughed and handed Vic a beer. His hand gives you little squeezes, reassuring you that everything will be all right besides tonight will be a long night of fun partying together.

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The movie was now almost over and you both were drunk and stoned. The rest of the boys watched as you and Victor held onto each other while saying drunken ‘I love you’s back and forth. Henry was sorta disgusted and slightly jealous since that blonde left him with blue balls. Belch and Patrick just stayed dozed at the scene going on in front of them.

It was about to change into the final midnight movie. By this time your only concern was getting home just before dawn.

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austinpanda · 3 years

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Dad Letter 080821

8 August, 2021

Dear Dad--

It has been an eventful week! Zach had a birthday, we went to a weird but wonderful movie theater, and I’m experiencing more dental pain, but not to worry. There was/is a plan for all of it. In the meantime, I’ve received my first full-time paycheck, along with part of a sign-on bonus I’m getting from the casino, in exchange for giving them 8 hours of my labor every damn day. I therefore used the money to catch up on bills, buy a new pair of work pants to replace the ones with the newly broken zipper (It broke on Tuesday about an hour after I got to work...got to spend almost a whole work day with my barn door open, and then I had to stop at the store on the way home for prescriptions in that same state. Because life is replete with such misadventure, I’m considering keeping some safety pins at my desk.

So...Zach’s birthday. I’ve spoken of the odd importance we assign to the celebration of birthdays. Each of us expects a gift or two, and a birthday meal, and a birthday cake of some sort, so I did all that shit. One of his gifts is coming from (I think) Japan, and won’t be here for another week. Another gift, the nicest and most expensive one, an electronic musical instrument called an Orba, has just been shipped from China, via arthritic tortoise, and should be here by Christmas, if I’m lucky. But there were other gifts, because I was prepared, and he enjoyed them. He enjoyed the meager decorations I put up, and the incredible, spectacular, jizz-in-your-pants-at-the-Piggly-Wiggly-delicious carrot cake I made, with cream cheese frosting. I used a pound of cream cheese and 8 cups of powdered sugar in that bad boy. The presence of carrots, oddly, does not make it healthy to eat, though certainly it should.

And that was just the first half of his birthday celebration, on Wednesday, his birthday. But we also had a second event planned, which was also our first trip out to an eatery since the coronavirus bullshit began a year and a half ago. Now THAT was quite something. We found a place called the Queen City Cinema Club. It’s a small restaurant (dark, neon, would be full of cigarette smoke if it were 1980), part video and pinball arcade, and part mini private movie theaters, two of them. You make a reservation (walk-ins are welcome too, if the theater isn’t in use) and one theater holds 4 people, the other holds 8. They have very good food. They have a library of movies you can pick from, including lots of pretentious artsy shit that I would like, and the movie rental is only $1. (The money comes from the overpriced food.)

So we made a reservation, and we showed up right when they opened yesterday at 4:00 p.m. We were driven by plant scientist guy and his husband. We checked in with the fellow we think is part owner of the place, who looks like a well-mannered Hell’s Angel, and got seated in our theater. There was a row of four recliners, and he brought in a big coffee table to set in front of us. He put our movie in (we chose the Cronenberg classic Videodrome) and let the menu play, while we ordered food. Appetizers were 25% off. I then made my big mistake of the evening, and ordered the priciest appetizer they had, which was nachos. The menu said what's in the nachos, nothing to write home about. But when he brought out my nachos, it was enormous. It weighed about five pounds. It was obviously big enough for 4 hungry people, or a family with multiple children, but I had ordered it just for me, and plant scientist guy got a second order just for them. I kept it in my lap, even though it weighed a ton. It was like a wheelbarrow full of nachos. And when I had eaten all I could eat, I gave the 80% of it still remaining to plant scientist guy and his husband. By this point, they’d beheld the mountain of nachos, and just assumed, as I had, that both our nacho orders had been combined into a single nacho Mt. Everest. So they started working on my nachos, thinking they were everybody's nachos, and then the Hell’s Angels guy, who was also our server, came in with THEIR enormous plate of nachos...this was just supposed to be our appetizer. I’d also ordered mini cheeseburgers and fries for my main course. Immediately I detected the flaw in my plan. But next time I go, I’ll know to take the enormity of the nachos into account when ordering.

In the end, all the food was really good; it was a nice return to a real restaurant for the first time in forever. And the theater was nice! Just big enough for us, no other moviegoers, and they hand you the remotes after they get the movie started. “This one’s the sound, and this one’s the movie disc player.” Once he left the room, I was able to find the proper remote button and turn the closed captions on. And he left a call button, a little wireless gizmo we could press to summon him for drink refills and such. Good movie. Good service. Good food. Large food! Good friends. It was a helluva good time! I checked out the video arcade too; they’re going for nostalgic, so they had Space Invaders and Pac Man games. I love the place! And if you want to just go there, get a booth, and order their food, they have a restaurant portion too (with the neon, and the absence of cigarette smoke). And that part’s just as interesting, with lots of movie memorabilia around.

As for my dental pain...I’ve had lots of toothaches over the past few years, and I really think I’ve experienced all the enjoyment and personal growth that I ever will from that affliction. Here’s my plan: for the present toothache, lots of Listerine, in the hopes its antibacterial qualities will reduce the infection, and truckloads of ibuprofen and acetaminophen. Then, once the paperwork bullshit is all worked out and my benefits kick in at work, I’ll be on a dental plan. I’ll have dental coverage! I’ll find a dentist who takes the insurance, go there, get cleaned and X-rayed and evaluated, and start the process of rebuilding my mouth. I spent so long in Austin without access to affordable dental care that I’ve lost quite a few back teeth at this point. It’ll take a while before everything that’s wrong gets fixed. Plus, I hate going to the dentist, so this should be a veritable Thanksgiving Day Parade of painful mouth experiences. But I’ll get them all fixed or replaced. The ability to chew my food is important to me personally.

We had another mouse in the house. That makes three now. And of course, we discovered it because Zach heard the mouse’s panicked squeaking from within Horta’s mouth. BUT!! If we were the Keystone Cops last time, we were fucking Seal Team 6 this time. We each grabbed an empty coffee can, which we store with the plastic lids on the bottom (for throwing away grease). I grabbed the kitty and held her to one spot while Zach shoved his coffee can in her face. And within a second or two, I saw the mouse running around the bottom of the coffee can! I said something like, “Fuck me, it worked,” and Zach snapped the lid on the can and took it outside and let the mouse go, making every effort to avoid looking at it, in case it was all fucked up. So...successful de-mousing. Still got our pulses way up for a minute.

The rest of it is a bit of a jumble: Today is all about preparation for the week ahead. I just ironed 10 damn shirts. (The good news: Since I'm loaded full of ibuprofin and Tylenol, it isn't making my back sore, like it usually does!) I like having all my shirts ironed, and I let a couple of weeks go by and fell behind. I took my coworker Justin a slice of the carrot cake, and he liked it so much, I think he’s considering converting to it as his religion. And I’ve just begun a new retirement savings/401k plan with my new job! I don’t know how big I can get it, this late in life, but more money at retirement is better than less. Also I’m hoping this new “delta variant” bullshit doesn’t impose too many limits on the freedoms we were just growing accustomed to. Life ain’t bad!

More next week, and all my love to you both! :)

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agent-nemesis · 6 years

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The Last Jedi! Review! Opinions!

I haven’t had a chance to really write about the movie due to travel, etc., but here I am now. I’ve watched the movie four times now and will probably go see it in the cinema again!

Spoilers below!

The midnight experience

I saw the movie at midnight. I was cosplaying Kylo and my sister was cosplaying Rey. There were a few other people dressed up too, including a guy I know who was cosplaying Chewy and was like “Hey!!” to me when I was in the line for drinks, and I was like “??? I don’t know who you are because you’re in a mask???” and he was like “It’s me!” and I’m like “???” and he’s like “Chris!” and I’m like “oohhhh!” and we hugged.

I was visiting my old grad school town which is kind of a small place, so I also saw a girl I know from Taekwon-Do, and we were in the line next to the owner of a Japanese restaurant we used to go to all the time when we lived there. He was there with his daughter and recognised us immediately. Then I saw another friend as well, who had taken a photo of me from across the lobby, thinking that I was my own doppelganger because he thought I was in the UK and not in town.

My sister and I engaged in shenanigans with our lightsabers and took photos and videos. Lots of people photographed us as well. They filled up the whole theater (6 cinemas). The atmosphere was great. The audience was lively, and I think a good time was had. Unfortunately, it was cooking in the theater and I was wearing full Kylo regalia, sans helmet. I was too warm.

The film

As soon as “Star Wars” appeared on the screen, everyone clapped. I realised that I forgot to put my glasses on, and scrambled to find them in the dark during the first few minutes!

Notable observations and things throughout the movie:

I thought the Hux prank call was overly cheesy for an opening. I appreciated the jab at Hux’s mother, but the scene was too cringey for my liking.

The cinematography! Holy shit, the cinematography!

I practically jizzed in my pants when the Supremacy appeared. It comes out of hyperspace at the top of the screen, and it really feels like it’s right over your head.

I lived in fear for Hux’s life for the ENTIRE MOVIE. Any scene could have been his last, and I was terrified.

Snoke ripping into Kylo and telling him that his mask was stupid.

Luke and Rey on the island and Rey trashing everything <3

When Luke milked that creature, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. If anyone would have told me that TLJ would include a lactation scene, I would never have believed it. Expect the unexpected, indeed.

Rey reaching out with her arm when Luke says “reach out”.

“Wipe that nervous expression off your face, 3PO!”

Lots of excellent dialogue. So many good quotes.

I thought the Leia flying through space scene was too cheesy.

Chewy spit-roasting porgs XD

Force Skyping. I absolutely loved this. I found Rey gaining sympathy for Kylo believable. He remained his usual self-absorbed self throughout the encounters.

TIDDIES! THANK YOU, RIAN!!!

There were a lot of gasps from the audience when the tiddies appeared.

I’m of two minds about Luke’s confrontation with Ben. Was it in line with Luke as a character? My interpretation was that it was Snoke’s hold on Ben that terrified Luke so much and caused him to ignite his lightsaber on impulse. I can live with that. I don’t think Luke would have turned on Ben otherwise.

Rey calling Kylo “Ben”.

Return of the Jedi music from the Luke/Vader/Palpatine scene in the Rey/Kylo/Snoke scene.

HOOOLY SHIIIIIT I didn’t expect Kylo to kill Snoke. I loved it!

Kylo and Rey fighting together was absolutely fucking amazing. Rey shouting while fighting, all of it! Full credit to Daisy. She’s amazing!!

I thought that maybe Kylo was slightly more chill during this movie, but then he lost his shit when Rey rejected him, and it was glorious.

Hux showing up in the throne room and reaching for his gun, then stealthily un-reaching for it was spectacular. The theater roared with laughter. Brilliant scene.

Kylo lying to Hux about who killed Snoke XD

I FELT SORRY FOR HUX BEING FORCE-CHOKED.

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.

Rose is the sweetest. However, some of her lines were too good and kind of cheesy.

While I liked the idea of Rose and Finn going undercover, i thought the Canto Bight quest was a bit contrived. However, I enjoyed BB-8 and DJ teaming up. “What’s your story, roundy?”

Overall, I felt like the Canto Bight section was there to overtly tell the audience that weapons dealers are bad and people who profit off of war are bad with an obvious nudge nudge to our present day situation. It’s a direct reflection of aspects of the real life military industrial complex, which I don’t think is a bad thing to portray, but it felt too in-your-face to me.

Unpopular opinion? I liked DJ.

The ironing droids made me crack up.

Hux is a pipsqueak noodle, so it makes sense that all he can do is slap Finn across the face.

Why so little BB-H8???

Holdo lightspeeding the ship into the Supremacy. Holy fuck. Most. Beautiful. Space. Explosion. EVER.

Finn was amazing throughout.

Poe was a dick! He meant well, but everything got even more screwed up by the infiltration plan.

Yoda is a little shit. Rey had the books already when he burnt the place down!! And he didn’t tell Luke!!

BB-8 saved the day???

Crait was so pretty.

“They hate that ship!”

Kylo and Hux co-commanding. All of their interactions were a gift. Though I didn’t like Hux being Force-thrown!!

I thought Finn was gonna die and I was freaking out!

I don’t know how I feel about this kiss? Rose was enamored with Finn from the start, so I’m not surprised, but Finn sure was!

I lost my shit when Luke appeared. I didn’t pick up all the hints that he was an apparition until Kylo slashed him with his lightsaber and nothing happened. I was hands-down wowed when the reveal happened.

Hux’s glare at Kylo at the end.

Rey lifting rocks. i was like, “YOU GO, GIRL!!”

Overall, I loved the movie. I was a ball of nerves during my first viewing, both from two years of built-up anticipation, and also fear for Hux’s safety! On top of that, the pacing of the movie was too frantic for my liking. I was on the edge of my seat for the entire fucking movie. I watched it again the next morning, and it was way better on the second viewing. I could actually sit back and enjoy it!

Everyone’s acting was phenomenal! Kylo Ren wouldn’t work as a character without Adam Driver. Daisy was amazing!! The contrast between her portrayal of vulnerability after her cave experience to raw aggression when she’s fighting is quite a feat. I’m in total awe. Her and Adam work so well. Domhnall was great. Carrie was brilliant. The whole cast is really superb.

Despite liking the movie, there are things I didn’t like. A little too much cringey humour, a bit too much in-your-face morals in the casino bit (even if I agreed with them, I didn’t like the presentation). They essentially crammed together The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi (for better or for worse!), leaving a total unknown for the next movie. I’m looking forward to it! There are so many scenes and lines I loved, and so many great interactions between the characters that it’s a movie I can watch over and over, just like I did with the original trilogy as a kid.

Okay, but what about kylux??

I feel sad that Kylo pushed Hux around so much! A lot of my old “secretly dating” headcanons don’t really apply in light of this, at least not in the context of a somewhat healthy relationship. However, there is a lot of new material to fuel my kylux fires, with angst on the menu!

The verdict? Onwards!

#tlj spoilers #the last jedi #i need to get cracking on some fanfic

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FUCK Tampa. (part 3)

Tampa is way different, more spread out with named streets-- industrial, working class sprawl that goes on for miles-- all stripmalls and sports bars but for Ybor City, a historic neighborhood on the northeast side of downtown. Ybor was once known as Cigar City because cigar manufacturers populated warehouses across town with thousands of immigrants who would expertly craft cuban cigars. After the embargo in the mid part of the century, the town fell to shambles, remaining desolate until the 1990s when developers turned it until a night-club party district renovating all those old warehouses into “trendy” bars and music venues. My friends and I would venture to Tampa for one of just four reasons, all of which were located in Ybor City: shows at Masquerade Theater, 80s night at the Castle, D.J. Noi’s annual Halloween party, and Sink or Swim at the Orpheum. Tampa guys were, for all intents and purposes, douchebags and the girls were mean as hell. Punks in Tampa but for Old School Dan were either Nazis, or the kids that ran the Chaos Crew: straight-edge assholes who carried padlocks in their back pockets wrapped in red handkerchiefs that they'd use to beat the fuck out of people.

Most of the kids in the Tampa scene weren't really punks; they were Hipsters who lived on the internet writing dumb entries in their Livejournals, and perfecting the art of getting laid via Friendster. Dating Tampa guys was a known no-no. They just weren’t trustworthy. If you dated a guy who was a part of the Tampa scene, he would cheat on you.

Laura was one year younger and sweet as pie. She grew up North Pinellas County, in an area named Kenneth City out by Tyrone Mall. We met in 2002, when she was still in high school. One evening Quinn and I went over to the apartment Emily and Alex shared. Chris Glasser and Dallas were there; they had brought over Laura who they’d met the previous weekend at Halloween Horror Nights, a shit show for “grown-ups” that occurs during the month of October: Universal Studios Orlando turns into a series of terrifying haunted houses and everyone in attendance gets shit-can drunk on overpriced specialty cocktails made from energy drink and rum that are served in giant souvenir plastic cups.

Laura, who was 17, Chris, Dallas, Anna, Alex and Emily were sitting around a table in the middle of the kitchen. They were playing a game. Quinn and I watched slack-jawed as they explained it to us. Here’s how you play: pour Laura a shot of Jim Beam, then say “Laura, Take A Shot” and she takes it. Laura was fall-down drunk, slumped over in her seat and laughing hysterically with her wire-rimmed glasses askew across her face. She was so adorable and really fucking drunk. From this encounter, two things could be ascertained:

1) Laura was down for anything, and

2) Laura needed better friends than Chris and Dallas who lacked any sense of moral integrity and clearly had their sights on her v-card.

Sweet baby girl, we loved her from the get go, and quickly adopted Laura as one of our own. Laura was pretty with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Introverted and a little weird, Laura is by far the most well read person I’ve ever known. She'd gone to one of those magnet high schools for smart kids and has a full ride to USF where she studies Comparative Lit. Laura was the kind of girl you just want to take care of. The epitome of the “girl next door”, her top three favorite bands of all time were the Postal Service, Piebald, and The Mountain Goats. She preferred indie music to punk, and was relieved when it became more popular in the mid-aughts, because then she didn’t have to listen to GG Alin anymore while driving around a bunch of degenerates in her red Toyota Camry.

So, in 2003, when Laura’s dirtbag Tampa boyfriend, Seth St. James, cheated on her with the town jizz jar-- a chick named Kegan, at Chateau le Scum on Cleveland St, it broke all our hearts. The Scum House was disgusting-- two stories with the connecting steps all falling down, and a little nook under the stairs where people would make out. Cheap linoleum in the kitchen where there were no cupboard doors, but there was always a keg of PBR. No doors on the bathroom, either, actually. They fell off and weren't replaced “because only guys live here, we don’t need them.” In the living room there were way too many tattered couches, decrepit flower-patterned wall paper peeling off, and gross burgundy shag carpet all soaked in booze. Just being in that house you were liable to get an STD. Within a year, all the residents are made to vacate because the building was condemned.

At the time, Alex was dating Thomas, who also lived at Scum House. All the Tampa girls hated us “St. Pete Trash”. They were pissed off their guys were dating across the bridge and they’d made their feelings about that pretty clear. Kegan was best friends with TraceyXFashion and Tracey was a cunt; bottle blonde with a Monroe piercing and fucked up teeth. Her dad was a sheriff in Daytona, which I guess made her think she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. She always wore a white belt turned backwards, carried gold plated brass knuckles in the back pocket of her dark denim jeans and worked at the Hot Topic in University Mall. Without fail, Tracey and her Tampa bitches went dancing at the Castle every Thursday and Monday night.

The Castle is a night-club in Ybor set up to look like a medieval gothic-style european church that opened in 1992. Up the stairs and to the right is the main dance area, a huge open room with dark mahogany walls and too many smoke machines. Off to the side near the bar are red velvet couches where people would go to make out. In the center of the dance floor are four large black pedestals and a couple cages, where goth kids would stand and vogue. Thursdays they host an 80s Night, and from 2002-2005 my crew was there every single week. Still underage, we’d get our hands X’d from Scotty at the front door which was free before 10pm. Behind a dumpster nearby we coined the Drunk Box, the girls would hide Big Gulps full of Old Crow and Coke. Throughout the evening, we’d return to Drunk Box in droves to maintain a steady state of inebriation, and also to pee. There were bathrooms inside of course, but this was more efficient. The lines went on FOREVER, and also, the ladies who worked the bathroom making sure no one washed their X’s off were really fucking aggressive-- sometimes they’d even kick down the doors if they thought you were doing blow or using hand sanitizer to get the black magic marker off of your hands. Most of the time you weren’t even doing anything wrong. Underage peeing at the Castle was a pretty stressful experience.

That Thursday in 2003, Tracey was standing at the Castle’s bar. She was laughing with Kegan about fucking Seth, right in front of Laura. What a bitch. Then later on the dance floor Tracey was doing this real cool move where she'd shove us all around while dancing. When Laura got pissed and shoved her back, Tracey pushes her down, breaking her glasses, then she flicked a cigarette out onto Alex’s exposed foot stomping down on the butt to smash it in and nearly breaks Alex’s big toe.

But Anna was there, too, and Anna is punk as fuck; firey at 5” 3, with dyed black hair and Bettie Page bangs. She has a tattoo of orange blossoms on her wrist, bee-stung lips painted orange-red, black jeans, and a silver studded nose ring. Anna wasn’t afraid of Tracey or anyone else. Girls like Tracey go around picking fights by way of intimidation because most all of time people back down. But St. Pete girls are tough. We’ve got grit, and that night we’d had enough. Raised on a steady diet of punk rock and whiskey, we don’t back down from a fight. Tracey threw a drink on Anna who was yelling at her, so she knocked her out cold and keeps punching her even after she’s pinned Tracey down on that sticky-wood dance floor. When security showed up, they kicked out Tracey and her Tampa friends, but none of us because no one liked them anyway. As Tracey's getting dragged out the back, blood gushing out of her nose-- Anna says real calm like, “yo bitch, don't ever fuck with my friends.” The night Anna knocks out Tracey will go down in our collective memories as one of the coolest things that has ever happened. Period. But, lesson learned. Fuck Tampa. In the years that follow-- we all kept our distance, the line in the sand drawn out clear as day. That was in the early renegade days, when you could still be invisible if you wanted to be; before peacocking on the internet became par for the course. Hipster invasion hits and by 2007, things had shifted a lot. Everyone’s all on MySpace and fixed gear culture becomes the great equalizer; the two areas once divided brought together through an intense love for riding bikes.

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