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#movie night at his place
canongf-archive · 2 years
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eddie comes to after the bat bites and finds out that i saved his life in the upside down and insists that he owes me one. i tell him he doesn’t owe me anything but he pushes. “come on, what do you want? my van? my guitar? you want me to be your manservant?” and i laugh and i look at him and i say “how about... just a movie?” and after a second he realizes that that is me asking him on a date and he smiles real big and says “fuck yeah.” and we’re both happy. :)
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i’ve been trying to figure out where I’d put the fnaf markiplier cameo (forever in our hearts) and I’ve decided he definitely should have been the fucker who gets rekt by bonnie in the supply closet
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wah i looove their designs and animation...
#sketched last night looped ''hot air balloon'' track last night rewatched elemental last night you know just how it is....i love it all augh#elemental#elemental 2023#pixar elemental#elemental fanart#ember lumen#wade ripple#it's so fun how just going w/the flow waviness drawing a wade is Correct. some flamey shiveriness / jaggedness in ember's lines is Correct#and it's all the more fun how it's like oh ofc not quite hitting the mark of how great their designs really are....so so good#and of course the expressive elasticity not only with their faces but the way their bodies ft. respective elements can be expressive#in addition to just usual [assume you have a usual literal human body] expressiveness options in posture / movement etc lol#also was thinking about how like we know everything we Need to know re: wade & his dad but also have so [zero details there]#which is interesting to wonder about. kinda assumed like oh a parent got sick & died but now considering how it could've been an accident..#the tiny layer of A Reaction he has when ember's talking abt parents giving up everything for you: could be nothing much; or Anything#also noting i Didn't note the first instances that they hear each other's names or introduce themselves thusly lol#or at least i sure can't recall it. just start knowing the other's name partway through which Isn't A Problem but it's like#ooh just more to consider & reexamine. i love to pick up More Details & that's helped by my difficulty in catching them in the first place#one thing about me i don't Catch things i don't Notice shit i don't Get stuff. and also of course: i do though lol#always a trip when it's like oh i love this movie i'm seeing it probably the two dozenth time#and then i notice something for the very first time that was clearly straightup meant to be Gotten upon the immediate viewing#even to the extent that smthing later seems to be kinda happening out of nowhere if you didn't. & i'd just rolled with it#like ok i'm autistic ofc that's something i gotta do all the time. & the adhd means i might keep getting distracted around the same pts.
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spawksstuff · 8 months
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How 'Cinderella Boy' Crashed The Movies
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JUST LOOK AT THESE PICTURES! There's only two, but DAMMN DE!
This is from the Atlanta Journal Magazine, 12 October 1947. This was part of a press tour where Paramount sent him back to Atlanta to promote "Fear in the Night" and "Variety Girl".
More articles coming in the next few days.
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piningprecussionist · 2 months
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Eh. Don't worry about showing Blaze or whatever he's called now. I'm a bit of a tattletale myself so I have no right to complain.
Also apologies that you don't like my energy yet it's not uncommon, and understandable.
- 💠 (ooc\\ yes I'm aware those were internal thoughts and this is intentional that they can hear them :3)
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(Oh fuck that, actually. What the hell??)
*Kim stares down at the new message with a fair bit of dread, blinking rapidly.*
(How did they know that? How are they doing that?!)
*She looks around nervously, despite knowing that Blaze is the only other person in the apartment, at the moment. She taps her fingers on the desk, repeatedly and quickly, trying to work out the burst of nerves.*
(This isn't like with Doc. This is-)
*Kim looks concerned, for a moment, before grimacing and rubbing at her temples as pain flares up yet again.*
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(I need to stop doing that. Whatever that is. At least that one wasn't as bad as- Kim, stop it. You're getting distracted.)
*Taking a somewhat shaky breath, she turns around in her chair, expression a little haunted.*
(( @matthewpatelaskbox ))
Hey, Blaze? Do you- come look at this, please. And the last ones, actually.
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*While she waits for him to walk over, she types out her response, though she doubts the necessity of the act as she does.*
I think I'll be doing just that, honestly. And... no need to apologize, I guess. On reflection, whatever's up with you might be... marginally less invasive than some things that have happened before. Maybe. Although if you're freaking me out on purpose, continue to apologize actually.
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david levithan
#like minds#murderous intent#like minds 2006#nigel colbie#alex forbes#nigel colbie x alex forbes#having a normal one 🤡 idk just something small#i mean as much as i love clowning on the fact that 0.2 seconds after nigel took alex to the room#the most insane batshit stuff ever just came pouring from his mouth. 10/10 on the flirt game#it is kind of sad when you consider the idea that nigel sees himself as having no inherent worth outside of being something to be used#i mean he describes himself as the pike in the dynamic; the implement for killing#the weapon; the tool to be used#the idea that his only purpose is to serve as an instrument for someone else to achieve their destiny ?#and that night in the trainyard where he decides the best thing he can do is die so that jack can be born?????#are you listening greg ??? because this is exactly why it would've been better for the movie to affirm nigel as alex's maraclea#take notes greg okay#because if nigel positions himself in the role of maraclea?? then it all falls into place and now you've got this guy who thinks#that the best thing he can do. that the ONLY thing he can do. the reason he was put there in the first place#is to die and help alex become everything he was born to be#i stand by what i said on the earlier post that the night at the train yard was their consummation ..that the birth 9 months later was jack#beyond telling greg he can pry this idea from my cold hands#if he wants me to admit i'm wrong he can fight me for it in the car park of an aldi#sorry to anyone who followed me after the cannibalism web weave but this is a like minds blog first and foremost
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danidoesathing · 9 months
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Oh what a jewel are you, and oh what a fool am I / I was born to lose, cause I'm a fool for love
Vide Noir + Fool For Love
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hikeyzz · 2 months
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age gap kink go brrrr
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skoulsons · 11 months
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She beat his chest.
She beat his chest and he held her.
Well, as best he could with one arm. As best he could in this newfound partnership with a kid. As best he could not know what plagued her mind so much that she lashed out against him. What thoughts and memories were circulating in her mind to send a strong, wise girl into feeling such a way.
His phantom pain and loss on his right side longed to hold her back. To hold her as she deserved to be held. Had she ever been held before? His left hand only jumped between rubbing small circles down her back, tracing her spine, to threading his fingers through her blonde strands, carding the tangles out as he combed his fingers through. But it wasn’t enough.
His hand, as it was against the crown of her head, left too much empty space across her back. He wasn’t holding her at all that point; she was pushing herself into his chest, her fists balled up against it. And with a hand across her back left out, what he figured, was some degree of comfort and reassurance, purely based on the way her breathing changed every time he did.
He couldn’t give her the best of both.
But he did what he could. What, deep down, he thought was right. He’d never comforted anyone, let alone a young girl, in a long time. He hadn’t been comforted, truly comforted, or held in a long time. Like the pain in his right side, it was a sort of phantom pain. Something there was missing, but he could never get it back.
He didn’t say anything and it caught her, and, funny enough, him by surprise. He never stopped talking, they both knew that. She’d told him as much.
You talk a lot.
That I do, birdie.
Even if it was mindless information; meaningless words that meant no stretch of importance in the Black, he said it anyway. Random stories of his time on the Green, mythical tales, old partners, some phrase he picked up in his time as a scoundrel and it’s history that needed a twenty minute explanation. Everything had a place in the air between him and anyone who would listen. Or wouldn’t.
But now, in a moment of emotional vulnerability that they somehow managed to keep at bay until right now, he had nothing. Not a word to lighten the mood (and he’d thought about it, but decided against it), or a word of comfort. Though, he wasn’t exactly sure what could comfort her through something like this.
Her cries had quieted down, only small hiccups strewn across his chest and following sniffles and gasps for air. She loosened her fists against his chest, very gently fiddling with the slack of his undershirt.
He’s not Damon.
Eventually, she adjusted against him and pulled her arms away from his chest and wrapped them around his middle. She held onto her own hands around his back and settled her face more into his chest.
He’s not Damon.
He continued tracing her spine. Whenever a few more tears fell or she’d sniffle or let out a small whimper, he’d bring his arm as far around her back as he could, squeezing her tightly for a moment, eyes closed as his cheek would graze the side of her head. He’d turn into it, every time, nearly swaying them side to side to hold her as tight as he could.
How much was too much? Could he hold her as tightly as he wanted to, that he believed she deserved for all that she’s gone through?
She was a tough kid, that was for sure. He, honestly, never imagined having to do this. Having to comfort some kid who shouldn’t have been been on the green in the first place. A girl who’s father he killed. He shouldn’t be doing this.
He shouldn’t be caring. Shouldn’t be attached, if he could even call it that. Shouldn’t want to hold her tight enough to squeeze the life out of her. To reassure her and try and understand the thoughts in her head and hold them in his own. For her to lay her grievances on him so he could bare them in her place. He shouldn’t be wanting to take care of her.
Reluctantly, she pulled away slowly, reaching up to wipe at her face with her sleeve before he could see her.
Ezras hand hovered, unsure what exactly to do with it. He let it fall to his own side, hesitant to keep on her if she didn’t still want it.
She let her head hang as she pressed her sleeves to her face, trying to sniffle the congestion away that all her crying had given her.
“I’m not… mad at you,” she started, trying to compose herself in front of him despite having just cried against his chest. “There’s a lot that’s happened. Damon, the Saters, your injury, trying to get off the Green, trying to keep you alive…” she sighed, doubting he understood the weight of last frustrating few cycles and how they’d weighed on her.
She looked up shyly, anticipating a more Damon-esque reaction to her outburst. “It’s been a lot and it caught up with me and I didn’t know what to do with it. I’m sorry,” she said, looking anywhere but his eyes.
Ezra gave her a hesitant, soft smile. “That’s alright, little bird, don’t you worry a thing about it. I’m afraid I can’t be mad at you for feeling such a way after all that has transpired.”
He was not Damon.
Damon would ridicule her for feeling anything that wasn’t related to Aurelac, the Green, or survival. He’d make her push through it, refusing any comfort or reassurance, leaving Cee to fight it all on her own. He didn’t let her enjoy things or have likes. She’d tried to talk about The Streamer Girl to him, and every time he’d managed to brush her off and pay more attention to his syrettes or sleeping. He was barely kind. She was barely a person to him anymore, let alone a daughter. An extra pair of hands just so he could get some points.
But Ezra. Ezra was kind. He was soft. He wore a smile that she hadn’t seen in a long time, especially not on her own father. He indulged her likes and even said he’d like to read Streamer Girl someday. He protected her every way he knew how while also missing a limb. He trusted her. Trusted her words and trusted her capabilities.
“Say, birdie, do you plan to write some of your thoughts into that notebook? You spend quite the time in there as is-“
She laughed wetly and punched his arm, “shut up, Ezra.”
He smiled, raising his only arm surrender. “Afraid I’m not critiquing your avocations. Simply an observation.” He paused, his lips forming a tight line. “Think it’d do you well to write them down, birdie.”
He was right. She did spend a lot with her notebook. Writing, mostly. Her own small stories. Retelling Streamer Girl word for word from reading it so many times. Small sketches of what she saw on the Green or out in the Black. The interior of the ship. Ezra.
She could add journaling to the list.
Cee nodded, her eyes still red and slightly puffy as she looked up at him. “Yeah, maybe so.”
They didn’t talk much more that night, the two of them settling comfortably into the silence. Well, silence for Ezra. It was only slightly uncomfortable to him, but with the light scratch of Cee’s pen against the paper and her humming and the tapping of her foot to the tune coming in through her headphones, he managed.
They were managing. A new person, for both of them. For Ezra, a child. For Cee, a guardian. New, unforeseen circumstances to work through. Both of them having someone to care about, to fight for. And the entirety of the Black out there to explore, and they’d be doing it together.
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dnangelic · 18 days
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too sleepy to write but i'm thinking about dai has never been dark for more than 24h
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punster-2319 · 4 months
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Does anyone have a movie that they watched as a kid where a serious moment ended up being unintentionally funny because of how the shot looked? For me it’s this moment from Eight Crazy Nights:
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frecklystars · 8 months
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Sierra Six being my S/I's bodyguard and not quite differentiating the lines between "I need to be closer to Keri in order to keep Keri safe" vs "I need to be closer to Keri due to these... budding personal feelings that I don't understand that seem to be consuming me whole but I'm sure that's normal and nothing I need to dwell on whatsoever"
Such as making sure her ice cream isn't poisoned so he taste tests it first. but then it evolves into her spoon feeding him a few more bites... minutes later they're both sharing it together. then it becomes a weekly routine, get ice cream every Sunday afternoon
Or he checks everywhere in her room before she sleeps, under the bed, the closet, makes sure the windows are locked. then he sits in the room closest to that bedroom door and stays awake typing on his computer or something. but her nightmares make her jolt awake crying out, so he's rushing to her side and calming her. Minutes later he's crawling into bed next to her and cuddling her like a good bodyguard does. because all bodyguards cuddle in bed with the person they're protecting, right? sure, he's sure of it. yeah. This is an every night ordeal until finally she asks him to just sleep in the same bed with her so if she has a nightmare he can just be there immediately. and he's all calm and collected "sure of course I can do that for you" but he isn't sleeping immediately. he isn't in that habit. he's fully alert of every creak in the wood, the branches snapping outside, every tiny noise. His cheeks are on FIRE and he's trying to hide the shake in his hands when Keri suddenly rolls over in her sleep, her face pressed against his chest, unconsciously wrapping her arms around him. And he's wrapping his strong arms around her, petting her hair, suppressing the urge to kiss her forehead. YEAH SURELY ALL BODYGUARDS DO THIS. And for the first time in a very, very long time, Keri doesn't have any bad dreams that night.
Making sure he's always turning his head towards her and annunciating as clear as possible because he knows she needs to read lips to fully understand someone. He starts wearing chapstick. He starts sharing it with her. He tries not to think about how that chapstick is the closest he'll ever get to her lips. He tries not to dwell on that.
#saw an interview where ryan said that Six just wants so badly to live a little bit#and he's destined for this life of danger and he will never be free from it and it's all he craves#he doesn't want to be a spy. he doesn't want to be an assassin.#he wants to eat chicken nuggets and watch netflix and fall asleep on the couch#he doesn't want to jolt awake gasping every night. he doesnt want to look over his shoulder every 2 seconds#he doesnt want to be on high alert 24/7 knowing anyone and everyone is after him constantly#and he cant even trust the organization he was accepted into#so when he finds something that he enjoys like... a comfortable shirt or a delicious meal#or getting a new tattoo or listening to a good song. he holds onto that.#he just wants to live. and ryan said he cherishes those moments where he's living his life just a little#like at the party in the first scene he's just eating chicken and laughing a little with Dani#so I feel like w/ me he starts finding those moments more and more#bc I'm insisting Six have some more ice cream. Six come see this movie with me#Six you don't have to hold my bags just hold my hand. Six let's get you a Kenough shirt#Six let's go to that new pizza place and let me order you your favorite toppings. my treat#Six I saw this pendant and thought of you. Six I drew this for you. Six this song reminds me of you.#and slowly over time it's not just a bodyguard and the girl he's protecting#it's two friends teaching each other how to find love in living again#his love for the smallest moments gives her that bit of motivation to live too#his appreciation for the small things. those little gratitudes. they add up#I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH#love notes#💕♡☆ I'll always protect you ☆🖤🎆#IT FEELS SO GOOD TO WRITE LOVE NOTES AGAINNNNN
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hag-lad · 8 months
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My friend just told me that Jai Lava Kusa has “wizard of oz vibes” and I literally do not know what to say to that, lmfao
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amazinlei · 1 year
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That well-loved plushie post I just reblogged made my heart long for my fluffy banpresto raichu plush I got as a christmas gift in 2014 😭😭 I miss you, Zaps!
For reference, this is what he looked like when he was brand new that I just stole from someone’s listing collection.
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^ And this is the condition Zap was in before I ended up losing all my beloved lil guys in a fire..... I’m just thinkin of how much Zap could have helped me a lot of the loneliness I had during the the pandemic and the trauma I experienced since than.  I love my new plushies, and yes, there’s even been a new comfort item that has taken Zappy’s place, but he still holds a special place in my heart. <3 I hope someday I can find these two again!  The alola raichu plush was Zappy’s boyfriend in my headcanon :]
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wowbright · 1 year
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I watched Knock At The Cabin and I'm not sure how I feel about it but it was better than I expected. I mean, at this point with M Night Shyamalan I just go in prepared for deep disappointment, and I didn't get that!
#knock at the cabin#m night shyamalan#or according to my dictation app#I'm not sure I'm all in#which isn't that far off really#I mean it's exactly how I feel about his movies#after the shitty ending to unbreakable#I mean otherwise unbreakable was a great movie#I truly enjoyed signs but I know a lot of people didn't either because the religious stuff was too much or because why the hell#would aliens who can't come into contact with liquid water without severe injury#come to this planet of all places#but hey maybe it's only fresh liquid water!#maybe saltwater/ocean water are just fine!#and they thought liquid fresh water is only a tiny fraction of what exists on our planet compared to saline#they can totally avoid it!#I didn't hate the village I appreciated what it was trying to do but still it was a little clunky#somehow I totally missed the one with Mark Wahlberg and the killer trees#definitely did not see his Airbender one#did see the girl in the water and again that was okay but also meh#I can't go into all the reasons why because I don't remember#except that again he does tend to be a wee bit heavy handed with the spiritual themes#which I guess happened again here in knock at the cabin#but Jonathan groff did his groffing and that redeemed a lot if it#jonathan groff#!!!!#and I do always love the Philadelphia and neighboring counties references#looks like peacock also has the sixth sense so he thinks I'm going to rewatch that one#poor M Night Shyamalan his first movie is still his best#it's not even a contest
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sotogalmo · 3 months
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Another snippet of my Vanessa fic.
She's so Evillious Chronicles coded
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A fic for @send-me-a-puffalope
(I've been adding things, and all. Will be getting more snippets when I have more written!)
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