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Ok guys time to talk about the new Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie!!
I have a headcanon/theory
Spoilers for the rottmnt movie ahead!!
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Ok gang we need to talk about this scene:
Raph giving Leo his escape pod. We never see the pod actually go to Raph like it does for everyone else. We don’t even see it until he puts it on Leo. It wasn’t flying to him and it was still folded up. So where was it before?
(And if he had cancelled it like Leo had then it still would have gone to the new lair anyway)
I think that Raph holds on to his escape pod all the time for every mission. He keeps it on him so he knows he’ll be the last person to leave every fight. He needs to stay behind and make sure everyone gets out safely. HE controls when he leaves. And if he needs to he can give it to someone who needs it, then he has that option.
That’s why he was so quick to step in to protect Leo and give him the pod. Ever since they lost their home to shredder he’s been worrying over and over and preparing himself to do whatever it takes to keep his family alive.
#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#tmnt#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt movie#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt headcanons#rise of tmnt#rottmnt headcannons#bring back rise or else#nickelodeon#nickelodeon wake up and see how good this show is#rottmnt season 3
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https://www.tumblr.com/mostly-mundane-atla/710894569738387456/this-sounds-pretty-accurate-but-there-is-another what do u think ??
Okay, here are the bits I agree with:
1 - Some Azula fans are trying way too damn hard to make her a "Girlboss" that never did anything wrong. This is legitimatelly something I have seen happen A LOT lately and it gets on my nerves SO BAD.
2 - Some Azula fans focus a just a little bit too much on the sad aspects of her character/story, mainly her loneliness and how she felt nobody loved her (Note: I'm being generous here because most of the time people bring that to remind me people that, no, just because she was the favorite child of an ABUSIVE parent it doesn't mean that her life was easy, but I HAVE seen the "character sad, therefore character good" a few times).
The stuff that I don't agree with it AT ALL:
1 - "Cersei Lannister is a character that is like Azula." No. Just no. I know the fandom likes to joke about some simmilarities between both shows or borrow elements from that story to our fanfics, but Avatar is not Game Of Thrones, and Azula is not Cersei. Their personalities are not that simmilar, nor their family situations. Cersei is far more reckless, blood thirsty, downright vile ADULT WOMAN, she never got a single shred of respect from her father or ANYONE, and her main way of manipulating people is to go the Femme Fatale route and seduce them. Not at all like the pragmatic (but not sadistic), prodigious, awkward princess that can't flirt to save her life and that everyone respects/fears. Even the whole "When you play the Game Of Thrones, you win or you die" doesn't really apply because Cersei sacrificed nearly everything to remain the queen, while Azula literally brought Zuko back home, making him the heir to the throne again. They. Are. Not. The. Same. (I won't get into the other characters mentioned because I don't know who they are)
2 - "Azula isn't that well written" Unless we're considering the comics, in which EVERYONE was poorly written, I'm gonna die on the hill that this is just wrong. Azula was not redeemed, yes, and Bryke seems to not understand her, but the way her story and arc went in the show makes perfect logical sense to me - I just don't think that's where or how it should end. We can argue over whether her story is finished, not on if she's well-written character and a deliberately sympathetic villain that was also REALLY good at being a villain.
3 - "Azula doesn't have a lot going on" Bullshit. Regardless of redemption or not, Azula IS a complex character - yes, even if she is the villain of a Nickelodeon cartoon (WEIRD argument to claim she can't be that deep - this is literally a show about war, genocide and abusive families, which is why it stood out to people because NOBODY expected Nick to go there). We literally see her having a mental breakdown after years of abuse, indoctrination and VERY bad decisions that ruined every relationship she had finally caught up with her. I consider this a lot, just like I consider things like waking up one day and finding out EVERYONE you knew and loved has been gone for a hundred years or dealing with the fact your father is an abusive piece of shit that is totally okay with disfiguring and banishing you because you dared to speak out of turn. For fuck's sake, the existence of The Beach as an episode proves this claim wrong because the whole point of that episode is "These villainous Fire Nation teens have some hidden depths."
4 - "There are better stories with better/more complex characters" Again, weird argument. I think Beauty And The Beast is the best Disney movie and that Mulan is the best disney princess, but I still adore Snow White despite her story being VERY simple. And even though I like these stories that all have endings, I like the dark fantasy and heavy on politics story of Game Of Thrones - and even though I think the books are better, I still like the first half of the show despite the changes made to the story. This is not a "Either this or that" situation. You can think something isn't perfect or deep and STILL like it.
5 - "She's not a real person, she's a character on a show therefore her not needing to 'deserve' redemption is irrevelant because what matters is what benefits the story and Azula's redemption wouldn't do that" Really? You're pulling that shit? In a show like ATLA? The show that said "Everyone is capable of great good and great evil"? The show that repeatedly says "Friendship and kindness are going to save the day?"? The show that had one of the bad guys redeem himself by befriending the good guys and visiting his abusive father in jail and saying "Maybe this will make you have a change of heart?" THIS show would not benefit or stay consistent to it's themes if the villain that desperately craves love and validation learned that the way she tried to get these things was wrong and started being a better person who'd eventually be healthy, loved and accepted? Give me a break.
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One thing I want from horror media is a character or concept that isn't scary or looks intimidating intentionally.
I think some good aspects to use in horror around childhood is the uncanny valley. Skinamarink had something going on that hits well, along with the original Child's Play film.
Call me a little fucking hater for saying this but I think right now in most fucking media the 1980s is way too overutilized and just milks all of the cool things about it. It's gone. It's done.
Stranger Things and It 2017 was good but we as a society need to move away from the 80's as a time period.
Nobody ever fucking talks about how genuinely terrifying the 1990s were looking back on them to a point where it's almost funny.
There is so much untapped potential in the idea of the monster under the bed, or playground rumors outside of video games, like Mexican Jumping Beans actually being alive or the kid on Double Dare who broke their arm open during filming and you could see the bone.
Early internet was a nightmare with viruses, screamers and the anonymity of things like AOL. The amount of Weird Food that existed like Taco Bell Lunchables, that could easily be a modern Soylent Green or the toy fads.
The 1990's has a concerning amount of toys that could burn you, scalp you and pluck your eyes out. The Snacktime Cabbage Patch Doll gave hundreds of kids nightmares, people temporarily thought Tamagotchis were beeping messages in morse code, Skydancers would regularly throw themselves into fires and off cliffs.
I think it would be unbelievably fucked up to do a sequel to The Stuff but with Flarp or some shit from Halloween 3 but with a Viewfinder that stabs your eyes in or something.
There is so much inherent danger to the 1990s that people do not ever talk about and I really wish they would.
People back then were so fucking paranoid and then 9/11 kicked it completely off the ramp and made it a million times worse. Most of English-speaking countries were dead set convinced that Furbies could record conversations and give it to the USSR or something.
Everyone was completely pissing their pants over the idea of subliminal messaging, and completely terrified of things like the paid phone services like Freddy Freaker.
Max Headroom is right there. If done correctly someone could make a mascot similar to what happened with Bartmania and start a borderline cult with the idea of tie-in merchandise.
Don't forget about the fact that for almost a good 2 years McDonald's was routinely giving away cups with uranium in them, or the Burger King pokeballs that suffocated several people.
Even just branching outside the US, there's good ideas for horror. Mr. Blobby had a mascot costume that horrified people, the weird universal hate about how unnerving the Teletubbies were. Literally any scary Thomas the Tank Engine compilation has dozens of ideas.
Angela Anaconda is one thing that is still a childhood media trauma staple, The Ring, Delicatessen, there's so many good inspirations without dipping into the mundane.
Legends of the Hidden Temple was a death trap waiting to happen. One thing that used to freak out my friend's mother, who was a middle school teacher when they had free time in school and the kids asked to watch TV was the idea of one of the kids suffocating in the slime at almost any Nickelodeon game show because it was very, very thick and expanded fast.
There's also another classic horror trope anyone could use an abuse where a corrupted director becomes obsessed with one of his child stars who loses their shit and eventually kills him or something because of a lack of identity post cancelation and no way to see themselves outside of their role, the idea of someone like the little girl from The Land Before Time surviving her attacker and waiting to kill them because child stardom is a genuine curse is Fun.
There was always the weird dream like feeling of waking up at 3:00 in the morning and seeing the George Lopez show playing, or staying home sick and seeing reruns of telenovelas or talk shows that are vague memories in the back of your mind.
Staying up late with a friend to watch Adult Swim and getting scared by the bumpers, there is so, so, so much.
Please utilize other time periods. There is better horror sooner in the past.
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memories I wish faded…
Part 10 Of The Poems of the Mad Black Woman❤️🩹🥺
10 PART SPECIAL!!!😭😭
A/N: Gosh, to think my poems would never see the light of day except my notes and whoever i show, i thank the folks who liked em @iamrheaspeaks and @megamindsecretlair for loving this series🥹 i love yall very much and yall dont know how much yall really mean to me♥️♥️ I had to make this one long (i grabbed one ian posted yet but very recent) bc this is a milestone for me. thank you all for your support on this.
TL;DR: i love you all and this series will never die!!!
Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @iamrheaspeaks
the smile with white pearls and could never leave my face turned into the mouth that spewed hate to protect her sane.
the eyes that saw nothing but happiness and rainbows painting the sky with beautiful variations of colors turned into aching globes for looking into the sun, spotting the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow draining the color and excitement out of the rainbow for anything to feed its hunger, even tho it was chunky.
the mind is such a funny thing to have, one minute, you can be deprive of perception of the unearthly things occurring around you, innocently frolicking in the tall grass as the scent of peach cobbler tangled with your sense of smell, but one scent can throw you off your game, the roses.
you can wake up and smell the roses and everything you thought were going to be good forever dies, your hope? dies. the feeling to get that winning feeling? dies. your innocence? ripped from you as satan and his goons krump on it. did i mention that you lose those arms that kept you safe? yeahhhhh, life’s a bitch.
but what keeps us going is the memories. you think maybe everything can go back to the way it was, go back to that one person you were before, have a taste of that peach cobbler one, last, time, but you cant, what you knew? the person you once were? is gone. cant be recovered but rediscovered, and that is why i hate memories,
its nothing how it was on nickelodeon, but you dont see it until you grow and growing is the worst thing for you.
because you have nothing but memories you wished faded.
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Incorrect Quotes 3
Sorry for not updating in a while, anyway, Merry Christmas! Heres Incorrect Quotes 3!
Ships:
Crossmare
Errorink
Dustberry
Scifell
Horrorlust
Driller/Kreme
Afterdeath
Fandom: Undertale AU’s
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Blue: I'd like to address Ink's annoying personal habits.
Ink: Oh my God! What personal habits?
Blue: I have a list. FYI overuse of the phrase "Oh my God" is number 12.
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Dream: I'm sorry for all the stuff I said.
Ink: And for punching me in the face?
Dream: No, you definitely deserved that.
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Ink: It's a good thing I still have this sexy cat costume!
Blue: I really don't think you were the target audience for that costume.
Lust: There is nothing gendered about a sexy cat.
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Blue: I made tea.
Ink: I don't want tea.
Blue: I didn't make tea for you. This is my tea.
Ink: Then why are you telling me?
Blue: It's a conversation starter.
Ink: That's a lousy conversation starter.
Blue: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate
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Ink: Am I cool or what?
Geno: What.
Ink: I said, am I cool or-
Geno: Yeah, I heard you.
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Ink: You go big or you go home. And you don’t seem like the kind of person that goes home.
Cross: I’m not. I don’t even really have a home.
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Dust: Those pants look great, and I bet they’d look even better on Horror’s floor.
Horror: Are you hitting on Lust... for me?
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Killer: I've lied to every girl I said "I love you" to. I thought I loved them but then I met you and realized I've never been in love before.
Dream: Aw. I did not know that.
Killer: Yeah, it was eating me up inside. So, I called them each individually and said "I never loved you."
Dream: Okay, that seems unnecessary.
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Blue: We're going mattress shopping.
Dust: You know, once we get it, we'll have to break it in.
Blue: Oh, I hear what you're saying. Mattress trampoline.
Dust:
Blue: Wait, no. You were talking about sex.
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Blue: Uh oh.
Fell: What?
Blue: Somebody's in love.
Fell: Yeah, right. I just think Sci’s cool. It's not like I lay awake at night thinking about him.
Fell, later that night: shit.
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Dream: You guys just got back together. You might not want to ditch him on his birthday.
Blue: I think Dream has a point. You can see it another day.
Ink: But someone might spoil the movie. No one can spoil Error's birthday for me. Surprise, he's even older. Who saw that coming?
Dream: Aww, that's nice. Put that on his cake.
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Dust: We're lost.
Horror: Lost? As in "where the hell are we?"
Dust: We're not totally lost. We're still in Waterfall.
Killer: You said this was a shortcut.
Dust: It is a shortcut! Look how fast we got lost!
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Killer: Before I do anything, I ask myself, would Dust do that? And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.
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Cross: Nightmare, I typed up your symptoms into the thing up here, and it says you may have network connectivity problems.
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Cross: I would have been here sooner but the bus kept stopping for other people to get on it.
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Dust: How do you keep your pants up when battling? Its incredible!
Error:
Error: belt.
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Dust: Nightmare!! Theres an ugly monster under my bed!
Killer (who is on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed): Alright. Screw you too!
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Dream: You took so long in the shower!
Ink: Yeah sorry, I was at a concert.
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Cross: Holy crap, you’re so violent-
Error: Yeah, but i'm short so it's adorable.
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Nightmare: I scared them again didn’t I?
Cross: They’re terrified of you-
Nightmare:
Nightmare: That makes me so happy!
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Ink: Error?
Error: What?
Ink: You kicked me in your sleep!
Error: ….who said I was asleep?
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Horror: Why would you give Dust a knife?!
Killer: He felt unsafe.
Horror: Well now I feel unsafe!
Killer: …...would you like a knife as-well?
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Error: Okay, lets stop using the term ‘butt-hurt’. We are adults not 12 year olds.
Cross: You sound fannytroubled.
Ink: A little bootybothered if you asked me.
Dust: Someones having a tushytantrum
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Nightmare: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY SONS?!
Nightmare: OH GOD HORROR!
Nightmare: THAT MOTHERS ADRENALINE IS KICKING IN-
Nightmare: DUST!
Nightmare: I CAN SEE EVERY EQUATION!!
Nightmare: Excuse me ma’am?! Have you seen my sons?! They’re about this tall- all clearly gay but we havent had the talk.
Nightmare: KILLER ARE YOU IN THERE?!
Nightmare: *kicks down trash can violently*
Error:
Error: Cross control your boyfriend jesus-
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Enjoy some quotes from Disney/Nickelodeon Shows!: (I uh- also added some cusswords lol-)
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Dust: I'M PREGNANT-
Killer: You’re not pregnant!
Horror: Wait- who’s pregnant?!
Dust: ME!
Horror: Congratulations!
Killer: He’s not pregnant!
Dust: Easy Killz! I’m with child-!
Killer: You’re not with child!
Horror: I’m gonna be an uncle!!!
Killer: YOU’RE NOT GONNA BE AN UNCLE!
Horror: Then who’s gonna teach the little guy how to ride a bike?!
Error: Calm down Dust! You’re not pregnant.
Dust: Then why am I so moody and nauseous?!
Dust: I think it's the morning sickness!
Error: ...Dust…
Error: you’re a boy.
Dust: ...oh yeah-
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Sci: Sorry, but the convertants of air streams coming from the vents are creating a dangerous draft on the guest chair.
Blue: Alright...but if I catch a cold and start coughing and sneezing uncontrollably it will be on you. LITERALLY-
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Blue: Ink! Geno! Please..! Violence is never the solution-
Blue: *gets hit in the face by a pillow and falls down*
Blue: HECK WITH THE NON-VIOLENCE..! I AM ON YOU LIKE STRIPES ON A TIGER-
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Killer: *snoring on the couch*
Nightmare: Awww- he fell asleep mid clean! I’ll wake him.
Nightmare: KILLER!!!!
Killer: AHH! *sprays cleaning spray on Nightmare’s face*
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Cross: Who took all my scarfs?! I need them for tomorrow--
Dust swinging on a rope made out of cross’s scarfs: *doing a tarzan yell and crashing into the kitchen*
Dust coming out of the kitchen with spoons forks and knifes on him: Now that was awesome!!
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Sci: Well...I brought a book you could read-
Ink: NOOOOOOOOO- *runs away*
Sci: Too easy.
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Blue: I'm a hugger!!!!
Dust: I'M A HUGGIE-
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Killer: I did not see that coming.
Killer: *gets smacked in the arm by a drone* OW!
Nightmare: Apparently you don't see a lot of things coming.
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Horror: ...what's that?
A random stranger: It's lasagna… and it's for a Christmas Party I’m going to.
Horror: We could have a party right now-!
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Cross: What are you all getting Nightmare for his birthday?
Killer: A slightly used lip balm.
Dust: A free hug.
Error: My profound admiration.
Horror: *picks up salt shaker* This salt shaker.
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Ink: Oh, this is my chum bucket! I’m going to catch a giant squid and tame it!
Dream: ...you’re a weird kid.
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Lust: Now all we have to do is wait for the guests to show up!
Lust:
Blue:
Lust: Oh...we forgot to invite people….
Blue: Yup, sure did-
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Nightmare: Its not like anybody died…!
Dream: We haven't seen the rest of the tape…..
Nightmare:
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Killer: IS THAT A TATTOO?!
Killer while rubbing Dust’s arm: COME OFF COME OFF COME OFF!!!
Dust: Hey! The only thing coming off is my arm!
Killer: What am I going to tell Nightmare?! Oh….oh! I got it! We’ll just cut off your arm!
Cross: Good idea! Because that's easier to explain then a tattoo.
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Horror and Dust: *battling with pool noodles*
Blue laying on the ground: HALT!
Horror and Dust: …?
Blue: Does anyone have a pillow? This ground is really hard!
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Killer: Nightmare can you do me a big favor…?
Nightmare: You need a handsome man to go with you to the reunion? No problem...I’ll do it!
Killer: I meant to see if you could call one of your friends or your brother but uh-
Nightmare: *death stare*
Killer: okay...you’ll do-
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Dust: Two days to learn a language?
Dust: I got some spanish for ya! No way Jose- haha!
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Cross: And I’m sorry I said he was my favorite-
Horror: It's alright Dad! To be honest, I always preferred Nightmare.
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Dream: I know there is still some good left in you!
Nightmare: No there isn’t-! Wait.
Nightmare: *visibly cringing*
Nightmare referring to Passive Night: Agrh! There's still a piece of good. DARN IT!
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Dust: *pretends to yawn to sling his arm over Blue to dim the lights*
Dust: Do you mind?
Blue: Not at all. While we’re at it.
Blue: *throws one of Error’s puppets at the radio to play some convenient romantic music*
Blue and Dust: *about to kiss on the couch*
Horror in the kitchen doorway: *holding a glass of milk* What are you doing?
Blue and Dust: AH! HORROR!
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Ink: What are you saying? That I’m dumb?!
Error: Well- no… you’re just not very….thinky.
Ink: Thinky? Why did you say that?!
Error: Because Geno told me I cant call you dumb.
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Dream: Hey Killer? Can you get me some punch?
Killer: Sure, I’ll be right back.
Passive Nightmare: Cross? Can you get me some punch too?
Cross: What? Your feet dont work?
Passive:
Cross: Ice or no ice…?
Passive: Surprise me.
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Nightmare: If you all want your phones….
Nightmare: *shows box of phones* They’re right here.
Blue:
Dream:
Horror:
Dust:
Killer:
Ink:
Blue visibly shaking:
Dream: Blue…
Blue starts vibrating a bit:
Dream: Blue.
Blue starts vibrating:
Dream: BluE-
Blue: *war scream*
Everyone except Nightmare and Blue: OH SHIT-
Blue: I NEED MY PHONE- *starts running at nightmare*
Everyone else: BLUE NO *tries to restrain Blue*
Blue screaming: *kicks Ink in the stomach causing him to fall backwards*
Dust and Horror screaming: *trying to hold Blues legs and arms*
Blue still screaming: *elbows Horror in the ribs*
Horror letting go of Blue: OW!!
Dust accidentally lets his grip loosen on Blue: HOLY SHIT! HORROR?!
Blue who is still screaming: *pushing Dust to the ground and running at the box* I NEED MY PHONE-
Killer: *tackles Blue*
Dream: *helping Killer restrain Blue*
Ink: *confused screaming*
Nightmare: *laughing*
Blue: *flips over also flipping over Killer and kicking him in the chest*
Killer: FUCK! *rolls over and clutches onto his chest*
Dream: HOLY CRAP BLUE CALM DOWN- *grabs onto both of Blue’s arms*
Blue screaming and kicks Dream in the shin: I NEED MY PHONE-
Dream: *falls down grabbing his shin* MOTHER FU-
Blue running and grabbing the box of phones: GIVE ME MY PHONE-
Ink trying to grab hold of Blue: BLUE WAIT-
Blue screaming and hits Ink in the face with the box: AHHH
Everyone else except Ink: *charging at Blue*
Blue grabs phone from out of the box: I GOT IT I GOT IT-
Horror: *hoists up a screaming Blue in the air*
Dust: *grabbing Blue from the thighs lifting him up even more*
Killer: *grabbing Blue’s phone from his hands*
Blue: NOOOOOO-
Killer: *puts Blue���s phone in the box*
Blue screaming and squirming: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Ink: *grabbing a chair*
Dream: *helping Dust and Horror restrain Blue*
Blue: *flipping around screaming and kicking*
Nightmare: *still laughing*
Everyone: *sets Blue down on the chair Ink grabbed*
Dream, Horror, and Dust: *holding Blue down on the chair and shushing him*
Blue: *calms down*
Ink: Holy shit...
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Here are more incorrect quotes:
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Killer: Hey do you want to- stop screaming, its just me- do you want to watch a movie with me?
Dream: I'M IN THE SHOWER-
Killer: Okay well when you’re done with that do you want to watch a movie with me?
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F!Frisk: You don't think I can fight because I'm a girl.
Blue: I don't feel like you can fight because you are in a wedding dress. But for what it's worth, I don't think Ink could fight in that dress either.
Ink: Perhaps not, but I would make a radiant bride.
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Classic banging on the closet door: Fell! Open up!
Fell: Well, it all started when I was born-
Classic: No I meant-
Blue: Shh....let him finish.
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Dust: *sneaking in through the window at 2am*
Nightmare *flicking on the light and turning around in his chair*: So, Where were you?
Dust: I-I was with Cross!
Cross *turning around in his chair*: Wanna try again..?
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Epic: Bruh, I want to give you the whole world but like...I only have 20 bucks.
Cross: Dude, come here.
Epic: *moves closer*
Cross: *hugs him*
Cross: I don't have any money but I got the world right here in my arms.
Epic: B r u h...
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Killer: How high was I last night?
Dream: You forgot what milk was and called it cereal water.
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Blue to Ink: What time is it...?
Ink: Don't know. Hand me that flute and I'll find out
*Ink plays the flute*
Dream: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE FLUTE AT 2 AM?!
Ink: It's 2am
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Cross doing a CROSS-word puzzle: I need a 9 letter word for disappointment....
Ink: Nightmare.
Dream and Cross slowly rising from their seats: Are you ready to fucking die..?
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Blue: How do Horror and Dust get out of these messes?
Killer: They don't. They just make a bigger mess to cancel out the first one.
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Passive Nightmare: Do I want to be feared or loved? Easy.
Passive: Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
Cross under his breath: Then I'm fucking terrified.
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Ink: I'd like everybody's attention. Christmas is canceled.
Blue: You can't cancel a holiday.
Ink: Keep it up, Blue, and you'll lose New Year's.
Blue: What does that mean?
Ink: Dream, take New Year's away from Blue.
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Lust: okay so the gingerbread house instructions say to be very delicate-
Sci: *holding power drill* DELICACY!!!
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Killer: I can't believe you and Horror broke the bed last night.
Dust: It must have been wild.
Lust: Haha... Yeah...
[Last Night]
Lust: Bet 35G you can't jump high enough to touch the ceiling.
Horror: Try me.
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Cross: Hey ya'll. So, I know I'm the new guy here, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say... I don't know what the fuck is going on.
The Bad Guys: Agreed.
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[Sets kitchen on fire]
Dust: shit- we need an adult.
Horror: You ARE an adult!
Dust looking extremely terrified: oh...oh fuck.
Horror: WE NEED AN ADULTIER ADULT. QUICK GO GET KILLER!
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Nightmare: It's hard being the leader of the bad guys sometimes, but I love them all and that's all what matters-
Horror: Nightmare! Me, Fell, Dust, Killer, and Lust tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and we broke everything....
Nightmare: [inhales]
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Killer: You need a hobby Dust.
Dust: I already have a hobby Killer.
Killer: How many times do I have to tell you stalking Blue is not a hobby.
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Error: Ink? Why are you on top of the fridge?
Ink: Can I not be wherever I want?! Maybe I like it up here!
Error:
Error: Wheres the spider?
Ink, quietly: Underneath the table...
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Dust: I have come up with a three-step plan to get Nightmare to marry you!
Cross: Okay...Im listening....
Dust: Step one! Get him to play truth or dare.
Cross: Never mind please stop.
Dust: Step two! Wait for him to pick dare.
Cross: Dust. I swear.
Dust: Step three! Dare him to marry you.
Cross: God damn it.
Horror from another room: IT MIGHT WORK!
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Killer: Synonyms are weird. Because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy, but if someone invites you to a cabin in the woods, you're going to die.
Blue: My favorite is 'butt-dial' vs 'booty call'
Sci: It's called connotation
Lust: Also, 'forgive me father for I have sinned'
Lust winking at horror: Vs 'sorry daddy, I've been naughty'
Horror whose face is now completely red: I-
Nightmare: Congrats! Language has officially been canceled.
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Dream, joking: I should have Killer kill you for that
Killer from another room: who?
Dream: Oh no its okay, I was kidding around-
Killer, walking in, with a hammer and knife in both hands: No, is he bothering you?
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Classic teaching Fell how to drive: Alright, you see Dust walking in the middle of the road. What do you hit?
Fell: ...oh definitely Dust.
Classic: The brakes Fell! You hit the brakes.
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Dust: Quick! Take my hand!
Blue: *grabs Dusts hand* Now what?
Dust: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands!
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Cross upset: I hate you guys and I'm never talking to a single one of you ever again!
[10 minutes later]
Cross kissing everyone's forehead: Goodnight Horror, Goodnight Lust, Goodnight Dust, Goodnight Killer, Goodnight Error.
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Blue: Psst! Error!
Error: what?
Blue: I made this friendship bracelet for you!
Error: Blue... you know I'm not really a jewerly person...
Blue: Oh. Its okay! You dont have to wear it-
Error: No. I'm going to wear it forever back off.
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Dust: Me and Killer get along fine! Right Killz?
Killer: I've never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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Cross: I guess I'm just too tough to cry.
Horror: Just yesterday you were crying about snakes.
Cross sobbing a little: THEY DON'T HAVE ARMS HORROR-
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Reaper: Hey bitches!!! I've got starbuckssss-
Dust: YAY!!!
Error: FUCK YEAH-
Lust: AWESOME!
Nightmare: Reaper...please...its 3 am in the morning....
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Dream: Are you a cuddler?
Killer: I AM A MACHINE OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION- yeah I'm a cuddler.
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Classic: Dont talk to me.
Papyrus: What happened brother?
Classic: I went and joined a Sans look-alike contest...
Classic: AND LOST-
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Dream: Sibling relationships are weird.
Dream: Like, I'd give Nightmare my spine but no way is he borrowing my charger.
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Dust: Whats it like dating Nightmare?
Cross: One timeI asked him for water while he was still mad at me, and he brought be a full glass of ice and said "wait".
Dust:
Cross:
Cross: I love him-
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Dust: I can't go. Stress is bad for the baby.
Killer: What baby?
Dust: Me.
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Ink: I hate it when people ask me "whats the stupidest thing you've done?" Like bold of you to assume I've reached peak dumbass.
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Nightmare: If someone ever kidnapped you, I would hunt them down to the ends of the earth so I could kill them.
Cross: If you asked I would literally kill everyone in this room with no hesitation.
Dream [A little terrified and disturbed]: You know this is not what normal couples say to each other right...?
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Geno: How do you politely tell someone you want to hit them in the face with a brick?
Sci: One wishes to acquaint your facial features in a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly.
Lust shedding a fake tear: Thats the most beautiful thing I've ever heard....
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Blue, opening a Capri-sun: Guess I'll just drink my sorrows away.
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I'm very curious to hear your take on Zuko as a disabled character? All of your analyses of disability in fiction have been very interesting to read so far, thank you for sharing your thoughts/expertise.
Thank you! Follow-on from this post about Toph.
What I mean by saying Zuko is a disabled character: the social model of disability basically states that disability is any bodily difference that gets problematized and/or treated as abnormal by society. This definition includes facial differences, AKA any scarring, skin marking, and so on that leads to staring by nondisabled society or other forms of stigma based on the person’s appearance. Part of the reason for this inclusion is about complicating the disabled-nondisabled dichotomy; facial difference and facial scarring are identities within that framework. Part of the reason comes from the U.S.’s history of Ugly Laws, which literally made it illegal for people with facial differences to appear in public in some cities as late as 1974. Part of it is the huge overlap between ableism (giving more privileges to the nondisabled) and lookism (giving more privileges to the normatively beautiful).
Avatar: The Last Airbender has some high-quality anti-ableism in showing Zuko’s story, including how other characters respond to Zuko and how Zuko’s appearance informs but does not define his characterization.
One of the ways this comes out is by turning nondisabled characters’ gaze back on them:
In “The Serpent’s Pass,” Jet says to Zuko “You know, as soon as I saw your scar, I knew exactly who you were…” and then goes on to describe his almost hilariously wrong conclusion that Zuko’s a Freedom Fighter waiting to happen because Zuko’s village was presumably also destroyed by the Fire Nation. We get to see Zuko’s moment of terror that he actually has been recognized turn into incredulity as he then gets invited to join a guerrilla force opposing everything he (currently) stands for. Jet looks stupid for jumping to conclusions based on appearances.
In both “Zuko Alone” and “The Cave of Two Lovers,” that same jumping-to-conclusions works in Zuko’s favor, because both Song’s mother and Li’s parents assume that anyone with a burn scar must be a veteran of the fight against the Fire Nation. Again, the emphasis is on the fact that the people judging Zuko based on his appearance are wrong.
In “The Chase,” Azula becomes the only person we ever see mock Zuko for his appearance, when she covers her own left eye to draw out the “family resemblance” for Aang. The moment gets a horrified reaction out of Aang — Zuko’s his enemy, but Aang also realizes that this is a nasty thing to do — and helps to establish Azula as not just a villain, but a sadistic one.
In “The Beach,” Zuko blows up at Ty Lee for commenting that stress can cause breakouts. His response is unnecessarily mean-spirited, but it also draws attention to the relative level of privilege (the biggest skin problem she has to worry about is acne) that informed her careless comment.
In “Crossroads of Destiny,” Zuko assumes that, when Katara calls him “the face of the enemy,” it’s a way of calling him frightening to look at — and it’s Katara who looks like a jerk for implying it, even accidentally.
The other big way that this comes out is clapping back at the implied treatment of disability as demanding explanation, or the “But why are you like this?” form of ableism:
The show makes it clear that Zuko does not owe anyone — not Song, not Li, not Jet, not his crew, not his friends — an explanation for why he looks the way he does. None of the Gaang ever ask Zuko what happened, and the few characters who do (Li, Song, Lieutenant Jee) don’t end up looking good when they do so.
“The Cave of Two Lovers” clearly underlines the show’s theme of “my body, my business” in the scene where Song tries to touch Zuko’s face. The tone (including literal musical tones) signals that Song is being inappropriate and invasive. It’s understandable that she wants to make a connection, but it’s also emphatically not okay to touch body parts of strangers one has not received permission to touch.
To be clear, taking people’s ostrich-horses is also not okay, Zuko, but Baby’s First Grand Theft Auto helps drive home just how thoroughly Song has let her curiosity and rudeness sour a budding connection. It also shows that, while she’s right that she and Zuko have some things in common, she has privileges he lacks because she doesn’t have to disclose her scars if she doesn’t feel like it. Plus, that moment contrasts to Katara and Mai both touching Zuko’s cheek — Katara just after they’ve shared a moment of vulnerability, Mai just before they start smooching — because they’re both doing so in a way that’s respectful to Zuko himself.
When he wakes up from a dream of turning into Aang, the first thing Zuko does is touch his left eye to make sure he’s still himself. It’s part of his identity, and the only time we see adolescent Zuko without it (earlier in the dream sequence) it’s a way of showing that Zuko isn’t truly himself.
Zuko grapples with the fact that he’s always going to bear evidence of having survived abuse, and a big part of his character journey is concluding that he’s free to make whatever meaning he chooses of that scar, regardless of what Ozai might’ve intended.
There are other elements of Zuko’s story the Avatar writers do well. He bears a superficial resemblance to the thousands of villains (especially in SF) who become villainous because they incur facial scarring, but of course his story is infinitely more humanized and nuanced than “skin bleached in a vat of acid, might as well go rob banks now.” His appearance incurs very different reactions depending on his current wealth and political power, emphasizing the intersections of disability and imperialism. He discusses the possibility of a cure with Katara, but also goes on to live a long and fulfilling life without one.
Maybe there’s no clearer evidence that Zuko counts as disabled in the sense of “society treats your body as a problem that needs to be solved” than the way that adaptations of AtLA treat the scar. They tend to minimize, hide, or otherwise avoid it.
[Image description: Sepia-toned image of the Gaang from a Legend of Korra promotional that appeared on the Nickelodeon website. Zuko has his head turned and his hair swept forward in such a way that none of the left side of his face is visible.]
[Image description: Screenshot of Zuko from the 2010 adaptation The Last Airbender. Dev Patel has a very subtle amount of makeup meant to convey minimal scarring around his left eye.]
Like I said: facial difference counts as a disability because society treats it like one. In the social model, that’s what counts rather than, for instance, how much peripheral vision Zuko does or doesn’t have.
I’m not linking to any of many works of fan art that depict Zuko tilted to the right, occasionally even when other characters are presented facing directly ahead. Nor am I going to link to any of the equally-plentiful works of fan fiction that keep most other elements of canon the same but specify that Zuko’s face is unscarred. (A similar number, it’s worth noting, also make Toph sighted.) This isn’t a callout. It’s an explanation of how Avatar does an effective job of showing how Zuko’s facial difference informs his identity without making that difference the sum total of his identity.
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6x05: Live Free or Twihard
Then:
Vampires are real
Now:
At a gothy bar, a girl shows an ID and starts looking around. She takes a drink and starts walking around. She bumps into her presumed date. Later, they’re really bonding --or well he’s pressuring her to reveal more about herself than she feels comfortable. She agrees to show him more of her poetry, and in the process of pulling the sheets out, she gets a papercut. The guy looks away TOTALLY not interested.
Actually, he’s more interested than he should be and takes off for her sake.
He comes back though, because he can’t stop thinking about her. He pulls out his best Edward line and tells her they can’t be together. Bella Kristin disagrees. He’s done BAD things, girl. But she’s 17! He shows her his fangs. It only excites her. He invites her to see his world. And a gross dude pops out of the alley to go to chow town on her neck.
Dean gives Lisa a call, seeing if she’d like him to visit. She misses him --of course.
Sam has a bunch of missing girls. They’ve got a case.
They head to interview a parent of one of the missing girls, Kristy. They check out her room to discover she’s REALLY into sparkly vampires. Dean’s little “wow” says it all. Sam finds the girl’s computer, while Dean entertains himself with reading the vamp books the girl was obsessed with.
They read the emails and find the location where the girl met her fate.
Meanwhile, a blood transport van is robbed.
Sam gets on the phone with Samuel. He confirms that they’re hunting vamps and they need to find the nest. Dean and Sam head inside the bar to scope the scene. They find three potential vamps (well, actually just two because one kisses another dude and Dean Bean, you don’t have to look so awkward.)
They split up to follow their respective vamp. Sam ends up in a storage area and slices his vamp’s head off easy peasy. Because Sam Fucking Winchester is Sam Super Fucking Winchester without a soul. Dean heads to the alley to break up a totally normal couple just making out. The dude wasn’t actually a vamp --he just pretends to be to get laid.
Dean gets jumped by the longhaired vamp. Sam rushes into the alley to watch the vamp beat up Dean. He has plenty of time to stop it --but just watches with a cruel and curious smile on his face. He watches the vamp feed Dean his blood. The vamp takes off (THANKFULLY) before Sam can kill him.
Dean’s a vampire, guys!
His transformation involves hypersensitivity to sound and light. He tells Sam that once Samuel gets there, he needs to kill him. He also wonders why Sam isn’t more freaked out. Sam just wants to know how he physically feels --cause that’s normal Samuel.
Dean heads to the bathroom to check on his little baby fangs. They’re coming in nicely!
Also, he totally runs away and heads to Lisa’s place. He acts cryptic but tells Lisa, “Thanks, for everything.” (Remember when Cas said those exact words to Dean when HE was being cryptic but knew he’d never see him again? I do.) Dean then tells Lisa he’s got to go --he’s not going to talk about it. He doesn’t want to bring it home. She gets closer and demands that he tell her what’s going on. Dean takes off, but not before waking Ben. He comes closer to Dean and Dean shoves him away--hard.
Later, Grandpa Campbell scolds Sam for losing track of his brother. But, surprise! Dean is lurking next to the refrigerator. He double pinky swears that he didn’t feed. “You can relax, I didn’t drink anyone. But...I came close.”
Dean begs for a quick ending, but Samuel reveals that he has a vampire cure - as long as Dean doesn’t drink any human juice boxes. There’s just one catch: he has to get blood from the vampire who turned him. Dean departs, armed with dead man’s blood and a can-do attitude!
Samuel spends a moment looking at Sam suspiciously. Apparently they both discussed the vampire cure months ago! So why didn’t Sam save his brother? WHY INDEED. Samuel implies that Sam did it solely to get a man on the inside and help them track the alpha vampire.
Dean encounters Edward Cullen in the grimy, dark hallways of the vampire lair. Sparklepants the Vampire Boy offers Dean a refreshing blood cooler before they sit down and watch Nickelodeon together. “I killed so many people on the way over here,” Dean boasts awkwardly, turning down the blood. He just can’t eat another bite! Dean gets the feature tour of the compound. He’s been tagged as a recruiter for the vamps, on account of his pretty face.
Dean encounters his sire. The vamp reveals his dirty scheme. He keeps the captured and turned women locked up until they’re “compliant” (EW) and then sets them out to catch hot guys, who in turn set out to catch hot girls. Etcetera! Ah, the circle of life.
The vamp leans in reeeeeeeaaaal close and asks Dean if he wants the “private tour.” GOOD GOD I am deceased.
Dean pulls out the vial of dead man’s blood, but one errant drop escapes the syringe and the game is over. They grapple for control, and Dean looks like he’s about to lose. But whispering descends from above. All the vampires collapse to the ground and in an instant, Dean follows. He dreams of a series of images - little girls and vampires and gothic country imagery. A man appears in the vision - the alpha vamp.
Dean swims to consciousness just as all the vamps try to ambush him. Heads meet the blood cannon.
Sam and Samuel pull up outside of the lair. A vamp breaks their windshield.
Dean continues to murder his way through an entire building of vampires while Sam and Samuel fight off windshield vamp. They head inside to see room after room of dead vampires. “Looks like your brother has some Campbell in him after all,” Samuel mutters. DAMN RIGHT HE DOES. (Some Mary Campbell, that is.) They finally find Dean sitting in contemplation with his boot resting gently on his sire’s severed head.
For Male Modeling Science:
Later, they prepare the cure. Sam demands to know what Dean saw of the nest - what visions did he have? Cold as ICE, Sam! Dean chokes down the cure. He vomits a truly next level amount of bile and his flashbacks go in reverse because, you see, HIS VAMPIRISM IS REVERSING. The last thing Dean remembers is the smirk on Sam’s face as he got turned.
He wakes, physically whole but mentally as scarred as ever! The next morning, Sam presses Dean again. He wants to know what Dean saw in the nest. WHAT GOTHIC COLLAGE?
Alone outside, Dean calls Lisa and then immediately chickens out on leaving a message. He checks in with Sam as they leave - he’ll always have his back, right? RIGHT????
The Sparkle Quotes of Doom:
These aren’t vampires. These are douchebags
You’re pretty!
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Cute self/reader-insert classic Sans shipping ahead! (Beware, there will be a purring skeleton ❤️) (This is of course a oneshot lol. Enjoy!)
The day was going slow. I had the day off work because I had just wanted a day to relax…so, I had decided to watch TV.
Sans was at work; a security guard at the mall. He was amazing at his job, especially that one time he was able to dodge three bullets and then pin the criminal to the ground until police arrived.
I was always super worried about him when he did that. I told him he could get killed. The surface wasn’t as easy to navigate as the underground. He simply gave me that ‘seriously, kid?’ look he has and tousled my hair.
I couldn’t find anything to watch at first, until I flipped through the channels straight to Spongebob. Huh…I had no idea Nickelodeon was still airing that. It seemed too old to be aired…and when I watched it, I realized they definitely had ruined it with the modern traits of kids’ shows nowadays.
I glanced at my phone. Sans would be home in an hour. I sighed to myself and slid further down into the couch cushions. I hated the days I had to wait for the skelebros to get off work. It was usually quite boring and I missed them a lot.
I began to realize I was tired, even though I had done absolutely nothing that day. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and gently shook my head, and before I knew it, I was yawning. ‘No,’ I thought to myself. ‘I have to stay awake for Sans….if not for Sans, then for Spongebob.’
I was able to continue watching the show for a good twenty minutes…however, I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. I could feel my head start to get heavy, and then…I fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I was out. Ten minutes? Twenty? A half hour or so? I suppose it didn’t matter, but hot damn was that a good nap.
Almost as soon as I remember falling asleep, I heard a deep voice hidden behind the fog of my incoherent and drowsy mind. I dismissed it as part of a dream, as I was still half asleep.
Suddenly, I felt something warm but hard touch my cheek. Needless to say, it woke me up and I opened my eyes to be met with Sans’ own. He was grinning, amused with my sleeping habits.
“Hey,” he mumbled, moving his fingers from my jawline to my hair to brush some strands from my face. “You were sleepin’ good, kiddo. Ya didn’t wake up no matter how many times I said your name.”
“…Sans?” I muttered back. “I, uh…” I trailed off, trying to get my post-sleep thoughts together. And then my consciousness fully came back and I gave him a tired smile. “I must have dozed off.”
“No doubtin’ that.” He chuckled and stood up from the sofa, shrugging. “Wonder what made ya so sleepy. You never nod off watching TV.” He took off his security guard hat and set it on the end table before starting to head upstairs.
“What? Why are you leaving your hat down here? You could just bring it with you.” I scoffed, a brow raised. I should have expected his laziness, but no matter how long we were together, I couldn’t get past it.
“Nah. It told me it wanted to keep ya company,” he replied.
“Oh, did it?” I smirked at him, shaking my head. “You didn’t tell me hats could talk. Is that a monster thing, or..?”
“Well…hats actually can’t speak, so I dunno why you thought they could, sweetheart.” He winked.
“Sans! You were the one to-“ I began, my brows furrowed.
He cut me off, “Gee, ya don’t have to raise your voice about it.”
I huffed at him, but couldn’t help but smile at his silliness. “You changing, then?”
“Unless ya wanna cuddle a sweaty pile of clothes, yeah.”
“Okay. Well, hurry up. I want to ask you about your day.”
“Sure thing, kid.” Sans nodded and continued up the stairs. He soon disappeared behind a door.
I turned off the TV and stretched slightly, appreciating every crack my bones produced. If Sans were downstairs when I did that, he probably would’ve told me to knock it off; he hated hearing joints crack.
After a couple minutes, the comedian made his way back downstairs in his usual apparel: a blue hoodie, basketball shorts, and pink slippers. When I first had met him, I didn’t get his fashion choices, but I learned to accept it with time.
He plopped down next to me on the couch with an exaggerated grunt (he was always looking to get a laugh from me) before glancing at me. “You still tired?” he asked softly.
“…a little, yeah. But I want to talk to you about how today went,” I responded, enthusiastically turning my body towards him so I didn’t have to strain my neck looking sideways at him. “Sleep can wait.”
“Lay down,” he said.
“I told you, I-“
“I mean on me.” He motioned to his legs. “Lay across the sofa and put your head in my lap. I won’t tell you about work if you don’t.” His grin widened, and he was clearly amused with himself.
“I’m fine, I’ll fall asleep if I do that,” I explained, frowning. “Just-“
“Hey, it’s no skin off my back if ya do. Ya obviously need the sleep.” He shrugged. “Lay down ‘n I’ll tell ya all about today. Okay?”
I rolled my eyes and let out a breath. There was no use arguing with him. He usually always won these discussions. He cared about me more than I cared about myself, and it drove me crazy sometimes. Nevertheless, I did as he said and laid across the couch, my head in his lap and my eyes towards the ceiling.
I awkwardly shifted my body, trying to get comfy. All the while, Sans was looking down at me with his usual lazy expression…half lidded eyes and a consistent grin. I finally was okay with my position and nodded at him.
“Okay…so, ya know Jerry?” he started. “Well, he tried to steal some sorta shit from Spencer’s. Just…casually walked out with a hookah, thought I wouldn’t notice. Of course, I did, ‘n I…”
I began to zone out a bit, simply just admiring Sans’ face and voice…everything about him. He knew I spaced out during his usual workday updates, and he was fine with it. We were just happy to be with each other, most days.
I caught words like ‘tackle’, ‘smiled’, and ‘shop’ throughout his ranting, and I reacted accordingly to each of them. With a quick scowl, a smirk, and a nod.
After about twenty minutes, I noticed he wasn’t talking anymore. When had he stopped? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t continue questioning it. I was used to those zoned-out moments that had me wondering things like that. Sometimes I would be so focused on admiring his face that I wouldn’t notice when he was done speaking.
Now he was staring into space…or maybe he was looking at our reflection on the TV screen? Either way, I gave him a little grin, reaching my arm up his chest and gently hooking my fingers along his shoulder. It took a second, but he glanced down at me.
“Finally with us, again?” he teased, softly chuckling. “I’ve been done talking for an hour. I was getting bored waitin’ for ya to notice.”
“It hasn’t been an hour,” I replied, giggling.
“Yeah, guess you’re right…but it was fun to say it was,” he answered, looking me in the eyes.
It then went super silent. Not an awkward silence, but something soothing and comfortable…something that was mostly likely a bonding moment if you let it be. The kind of silence that made everything in the world feel…right.
After a couple moments, I heard a low sound…almost like a gentle rumbling. It was slightly familiar, but I couldn’t tell where I had heard it before.
I frowned, and looked around. There wasn’t really anything in the room that would be making that noise. I then fixed my gaze to Sans, again.
“What’s up?” he said.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That rumbling sound?”
“…huh?”
“You don’t hear it?” I raised a brow, and he shook his head.
I scoffed and sat up slightly, only to notice it was louder near his chest. I subtly tilted my head and put an ear to his rib cage.
“What’re ya doin’, sweetheart?” he asked, his own brow also raised.
“Sans, I think you’re…purring,” I replied, noticing I sounded extremely confused. I was. Extremely confused, that is.
“Wh-“ he mumbled. “I…I am?”
“You didn’t know you could do that?” Now I sounded even more puzzled.
“No,” he quickly told me. He paused. “No, no I didn’t.”
The purring began to fade slightly, and I decided to experiment; I sat up and turned so I could see him straight before leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushed. Just as I thought, the purring became a bit louder.
“Ha! You’re purring because of me!” I snapped, excited at this discovery.
“It’s not my fault you’re so pretty,” he responded, almost shyly.
“I didn’t know you could purr.”
“…neither did I.”
“Now we know.”
“Yup.”
“It’s adorable,” I cooed.
His smile widened.
“Guess what?” I questioned.
“What?” he replied.
“I didn’t fall asleep while you were talking.” I giggled.
And with that, he pulled me into a kiss…and I knew that he loved me…and I hoped he knew I loved him, too.
(Voila! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. Not my best writing, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Sans fluff is my favorite fluff 😊 also there might be grammar mistakes and typos I’ll probably fix later, just so you know if you see one.)
-Inspired by @calcium-cat and @little-lex -
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how would haikyuu boys handle the quarantine? feat. pretty setter squad
sugawara koushi
respects the quarantine a lot
it’d be very hard to get him out of the house especially when it involves other people
has stocked up on literally every kind of canned food
“we don’t need to go to target, we’ve got a house full of food !!”
gets up at about 9 - 10 am
but he likes to sleep early
if you don’t sleep early, he doesn’t mind staying up with you if you ask him to but don’t expect much of him since he’s most likely out like a light after 11
he makes sure you wash your hands every other hour
it’s kinda repetitive but he cares yknow
eventually you’ll get so bored of staring at the same things that you promp him to go out with you
he’ll say no the first five times
and you’re just like 🥺
he’ll eventually agree but on the condition of bringing alcohol wipes and surgical masks
“NO DAICHI WE AREN’T ACCEPTING COMPANY !! ITS THE LAW !!”
kageyama tobio
he’s a baby
take care of him please
tbh if the two of you aren’t living together, you most likely have to be the one to help him stock on food and necessities
but if you do share a house/apartment then he’d go grocery shopping with you every now and then to make sure you don’t run out of stuff
i’m talking you in the shopping cart and him complaining about it being heavy but not letting you get off
once you get back in the car though he makes sure to put sanitizer on both your hands and the moment you get home, he reminds you to wash them
his sleeping habits are kinda out there
most of the time he sleeps early, but there are times when you see him on the couch under a weighted blanket scrolling through tiktok at 3 am
no matter what time he sleeps though, he always get up at either 9 am or 2 pm
no in between
if he wakes up at 2 pm then that’s because he doesn’t want to let go of his grasp on you
is the big spoon all the time
and no you’re not gonna get to squirm out of his embrace, i’m sorry
kenma kozume
i’m just gonna be blunt here
this kid is grateful for the quarantine
of course he’s distasteful for the pandemic and stuff but c’mon he’s a teenage boy with a full ass gaming system and you think this isn’t a life he’s dreamt of?
like kags, you’d most likely have to be the one to make sure he’s stocked up on food and stuff
whenever you both would go grocery shopping together he’d always go for the junk food like sodas and lays chips
knowing this fully well, you get the things needed to actually make a proper meal
y’all know damn well this boy goes to sleep at 6 am and wakes up at 2 pm
it’s how his body clock has adapted and there’ll be times he’ll try to sleep with you at 11 pm but he’s just staring at the ceiling and moving and flinching and at this point even you can’t fall asleep with all the ruckus he’s causing
“K E NM A LEAVE THE BED”
“no, i’m trying to be productive by sleeping early and then i’ll wake up early then we can have a good day together.”
“baby i’m sorry but neither of us will be able to sleep at all if you DON’T GODDAMN LEAVE”
when he’s not gaming or having kuroo yell at him for barely participating in his online classes, he likes to have you in his embrace
most of the time if you’re not up doing daily things, the two of you are in bed just hugging
or you’re in the living room scrolling through tiktok and he’s in the bedroom also scrolling through tiktok
and when you both find a funny video you call to each other and then show it and go back to doing your thing
goals ngl
oikawa tooru
no
if i were to be stuck in the house for a month with this man i would cry
he’s a morning person for fucks sake
he gets up at 8 am and goes to bed before 11 pm and yes he will drag your ass in and out of bed so you guys can start and end the day together
it’s so sweet i’m not gonna lie but holy fuck my dude
he goes on morning walks and runs and sometimes he’ll ask you to come with him and tells you you’re missing out if you say no
but most of the time he’ll let you sleep in when he’s gone and you wake up to either your favorite starbucks drink or a protein shake he made you
oikawa tooru = healthy quarantine lifestyle
the two of you have cabinets and pantries full of food, both healthy and absolute junk
he tries his best to steer away from that stuff though but sometimes he doesn’t mind eating through them when you two are on the couch and binging old nickelodeon shows
with his bad knee, you also take into consideration how important it is to be exercising and keeping his regimen up
so even if you cry blood from running with him too much, you never mind coming with him since it’s for him to get better
he’s like one of those white moms who’s always out for a walk and always cleaning the house
whenever the two of you would go out for a quick raid in target or walmart, he always has to hold your hand
because “who knows what’s out there now that the world is ending, babe? gotta keep you safe.”
bro i love him so much i miss his stupid face oikawa i didn’t mean it come back home baby
akaashi keiji
when i tell you this man deserves an award for being the best boyfriend on earth
ugh he’s just so ? perfect
quarantine life with akaashi !!! is so !! romantic and domestic and beautiful
he insists on going grocery shopping alone, keys in his hand, him wearing a jacket over his hoodie, jeans and sneakers with a cross chain
this man is a sight for sore eyes
but even if he does insist on going alone so you can just sit back and not get exposed to the corona
you always tell him you like it when you’re with him especially when you do domestic stuff like shopping together and driving together at night with the windows down
when you’re shopping together, he’s the one who pushes the cart with his right hand and his left hand is intertwined with yours
you go pick out the stuff you like to buy and he tells you whether or not to put it back because let’s be honest he’s 90% of your wise decision making
he’s a light sleeper who has a good bed time
but when he wakes up at 2 am to see you leaning against the bed frame with the comforter over your head watching tiktoks
he doesn’t mind propping himself up next to you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches what’s on your fyp
(he falls asleep there 97.9% of the time)
you love him
#if this flops i’ll scream#yes my sleep schedule is thrashed#i tried so hard not to include kuroo in this#imagines#drabbles#blurbs#oneshots#scenarios#x reader#fanfiction#angst#fluff#smut#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu imagines#sugawara koushi#sugawara koushi x reader#kageyama tobio#kageyama tobio x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa tooru x reader#kenma kozume#kenma kozume x reader#akaashi keiji#akaashi keiji x reader#haikyuu headcanons
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“Hey Arnold!” and “Miraculous!” parallels
Ever have an idea for a post that you take forever to get around to because 2020 is
actively
trying
to kill you?!
Welp, that’s me. I mean, uh, this is that post.
Long post is long and I don’t like cuts cuz I’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” I use it for walls of text like these.
So there’s this show from my childhood called Hey Arnold!
Having been on air before I had cable (I and my unsupervised brothers and sisters spent our childhood watching Jerry Springer and Maury because there was literally nothing else on our cheap little TV. How hilarious is that?) I didn’t really have much of an experience with Hey Arnold! aside from brief little glances at it when i visited a friends home or the rare occasion where they showed cartoons at school. By the time I got satellite, the show was no longer on the air save for some late night reruns and the Christmas special which aired in December along with other Nickelodeon Christmas episodes (THE best Christmas episode EVER btw).
Really I couldn’t remember much about it until hearing about the Jungle Movie finally getting a release date (a total flop but at least its no cliff hanger) and decided to re-watch the entire series in preparation for said movie.
By which point I had discovered another show—Miraculous.
At first glance the two shows have absolutely nothing in common. Miraculous being a French-born mahou shoujo-esque CGI superhero TV series about a couple of middle schoolers who regularly battle a walking peppermint-frappucino-looking psychopath. Hey Arnold! being a more realistic children’s sitcom about a young football-headed boy who deals out humanitarian aid in the form of advice and simple good deeds to his neighbors, classmates and friends.
In terms of setting, logic, and animation the two series are as different as night and day.
So imagine my pleasant surprise to discover a whole post’s worth of parallels shared between the two shows???
And here they are in no particular order:
1)Arnold’s Parents/Adrien’s mom
Prior to the start of Miraculous, Emilie Agreste disappeared under mysterious circumstances leaving her family behind. Later on it was revealed that she was in fact sleeping (dead?) in a glass coffin beneath the Agreste mansion--unbeknownst to Adrien, or anyone else in Paris save for Gabriel and Nathalie.
In a similar fashion, Arnold’s parents, Miles and Stella, also disappeared prior to the start of Hey Arnold! and like Emilie were always referred to as “missing” rather than “dead.”
The Jungle Movie later revealed Miles and Stella weren’t dead, but like Emilie appears to be doing in her coffin, they were sleeping. Having caught a bout of sleeping sickness (apparently they do not need to be hooked up to IVs or other medical devices while in a comatose state cuz fuck logic) they simply needed their orphaned son to come and cure them with the help of the magical golden heart Helga provided him with.
Perhaps Mari holds the key to waking Emilie? That would be nice to see.
Not the miraculous of course--but some other key.
Although personally I’m hoping for a hardcore, devastating ending like Emilie dying, Gabriel going to prison where he belongs, and Adrien leaving the country for a bit until the second Hawk Moth shows up because I just like devastating cliffhangers and angst and being in utter turmoil over fictional people. But that’s just me.
2) Their best friends are dating
Smol parallel here: Arnold’s best friend Gerald and Helga’s Best friend Phoebe wind up together in The Jungle Movie after being imprisoned together by Lasombra. Similar to how Nino and Alya ended up together after being imprisoned by Ladybug (for their protection, of course).
3) The Bag of Money Episode/ The Ladybug episode
OOh boy both of these episodes make me rage.
Some context about the Bag of Money episode: Arnold and his friends Gerald and Sid find a random bag of money containing almost $4000. Sid is ecstatic and wants to split the money evenly between the three boys, but Arnold worries it could just be lost and convinces them to let him, Arnold, take the money to the police station. On the way he accidentally switches the bag with another one that is identical and contains a bunch of useless junk, and when he tries to explain what happened to his friends they don’t believe him because their bag of money was accidentally taken by an “old lady with pink hair and a peg leg.”
Arnold’s a good boy and he’s telling the truth--but the truth sounds crazy, even to my ears. Sid accuses Arnold of stealing the money and spreads lies to their classmates, whom Arnold has spent the ENTIRE SERIES helping in some form or fashion. Despite everything he’s done for them though, the vast majority of the class come to believe Arnold is a thief. Even Gerald, Arnold’s closest friend, nearly believes Sid over Arnold but eventually comes to Arnold’s defense. The other kids (save for Helga who doesn’t really make an appearance this episode) gang up on Arnold, but thankfully the old lady with pink hair and a peg leg shows up with an officer and together they explain the bag of money is now at the lost and found where it will remain and if gone unclaimed will be returned to Arnold, Gerald and Sid.
Pretty much everything is resolved and things return to normal between the kids.
But I hate this episode. I hate this episode so, so much. Arnold has spent the entire series helping these people out in some form or fashion. Literally thats the entire show. And after everything he’s done for them they’re so. Quick. To. Turn. On. Him.
Sound familiar???
4) Hidden Personality vs. Surface Personality
I do not refer to the cruddy “true selves” thing half the Miraculous fandom believes in. Depending on one’s individual circumstances, environment and how comfortable they are, said person’s behavior can fluctuate or even do a complete 180. This can be kinda frustrating when dealing on one’s own--”Who am I anyway? Is that me or is this me???”
It’s all you, fam.
Arnold and Helga are themselves too, no matter what metaphorical/actual mask they put on. There’s the side that everyone sees and then there’s the side almost no one sees. The hidden personality isn’t hidden due to a lack of trust, necessarily, but rather it is the result of retreating to their respective “shells”--ones which both Arnold and Helga were kinda punched, kicked, and shoved into.
Helga’s surface personality: Class bully, puts up a tough front, constantly torments Arnold because she can’t stand him and his niceness
Helga’s hidden personality: Poetic, abused and isolated, is in love with Arnold to the point of being obsessed with him and bullies him via surface personality in order to hide that fact
Of course Adrien is no bully--his reasons for not being the “cunning, funny, ultra-charming Chat Noir” 24/7 DOES have a lot to do with his toxic household, his dad, and the overwhelming expectations which are constantly smothering him as Adrien.
Adrien is a bug under a magnifying glass (or so he feels)
Chat Noir is a chance for a freedom.
Adrien’s surface personality was molded by his dad.
Helga’s is the result of her entire family. Her father is brash and loud, her mother is a confirmed alcoholic, her sister is a gifted prodigy, well-rounded and spends most of the series at university or elsewhere. Although her sister, Olga, has been shown to genuinely care for Helga, Olga is kinda the reason their parents neglect Helga. With their first daughter being the genius and prodigy she is, Helga’s parents poured all of their pride and affection and parental devotion onto her. Meanwhile Helga had to walk to pre-school alone. At four years old. In the rain. Not for the last time.
Which leads me to the next parallel.
5) Umbrella in the Rain
squeals in delight over this parallel<3<3<3
If you’ve never seen Hey Arnold! do yourselves a favor and watch this short little clip over how Helga and Arnold first met. If you have seen it, watch it anyway because it is the most adorable clip in the entire show.
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Dr. Bliss: “So nobody’s ever noticed you?”
Helga: “...There was someone.”
The soft way Helga confesses that--you can actually hear how grateful she is to have such a tender memory from such a painful time.
In a similar manner, Adrien offered his umbrella to Marinette. Of course Adrien did it because Mari had to walk home in the rain and Arnold did it as a simple gesture of kindness (seeing as they were already at the school)--one of the many kind acts he displays throughout the series.
But just like Adrien needed unconditional love coming from somewhere, so did Helga. They were both denied this one common necessity which everyone else around them had. It’s not a lot to ask for, and they should’ve already had it coming from their families--but they didn’t.
And then, one rainy day, there it was--the unconditional love they needed.
6) Clinginess
What happens when you take someone, specifically a love-starved abused child from an unstable home environment--deprived of the one thing most crucial to their mental well-being--and miraculously provide them with that very necessity?
Clinginess.
I can’t really think of the correct word to describe this. “Clinginess” is pretty close to what I’m trying to describe, if not on point, so let’s go with that.
What I mean is Helga and Adrien both need Arnold and Ladybug respectively. That’s not a bad thing--it’s okay to need somebody else. What’s bad is hinging your entire being on this one connection. For if either kiddo were to be left behind they wouldn’t handle it very well.
It can’t really be helped with either Helga or Adrien. They didn’t really have the option to learn certain things and went deprived of unconditional love for such a long time. They’re kids--nine and fourteen/fifteen respectively. They’re not perfect and they’re traumatized for life. Being denied love from your family--the very people designed to love you--would do that to a person. Naturally they would cling to the first people to show up and provide them with the love they needed.
The Hey Arnold! wiki says this about Helga and Arnold’s relationship
Due to her unstable family upbringing where both her mother and father constantly neglect [Helga] and shower all of their attention onto Olga, leaving her deprived of the love and attention she needed growing up. On her way to preschool, Arnold helped her by keeping the rain off her with an umbrella and even complimented her on her hairbow. He even later gave her crackers during their snack time. Arnold's kindness and being the first person to notice her quickly caused Helga to transfer all of her love and attention to Arnold.
Of course Adrien’s tunnel vision isn’t quite as bad as Helga’s.
He treats his friends better.
He does love his father--
Even though his father is THE.
WORST.
PARENT.
EVER!!!
--because he’s Adrien and he’s just too precious a cinnamon roll and that’s still his dad even if the man does belong behind bars.
7) Unhealthy Obsession
I--
I...
Ugh. I am not going to delve too far into this. You’re just going to have to take my word for it. Helga’s creepy stalker behavior is a thousand times worse than Marinette’s. That pic up there of Helga hiding out in Arnold’s room watching him is pretty decent evidence to back up my argument, but it’s hardly the only example or even the worst incident.
Honestly I’m amazed at what Nicktoons were able to get away with in the late nineties/early 2000s.
But yes, Helga’s obsession with Arnold is rather unhealthy in the most extreme moments leading her to display behavior which is more often than not disturbing and concerning.
The Hey Arnold! wiki has this to say about Helga’s obsession with Arnold
Helga is possessive of her love for Arnold and thinks non-stop about him to the point of obsession. This is evidenced throughout the series by the many shrines and poems she makes of Arnold and of her frequent dramatic soliloquies about her love for Arnold.
Again--Mari isn’t as bad as all that. She’s a sweet girl with many healthy relationships in her life. She has ambition, creativity, and drive. But yeah she can be rather possessive of Adrien too, and that needs to stop. Like right now. Adrien doesn’t need another girl being possessive of him and thinking he’s perfect--he needs someone who acknowledges him as a flawed person and loves him despite that.
As for Helga and Arnold--show creator Craig Bartlett confirmed they are “made for each other” and wind up married with three kids, so I’m guessing Helga grew out of some of these bad habits? Or at least I hope so...
8) Helper/Humanitarian tendencies
As mentioned before, the plot of Hey Arnold! is more or less about Arnold helping people. As stated by Gerald in The Jungle Movie, “He’s a humanitarian! Like his parents!” Of course not every episode is about Arnold helping people. There are episodes devoted to supporting characters and they’re just as enjoyable and satisfying.
But as he is the titular character he spends a lot of time in the spotlight.
Remember that “best christmas special EVER” episode I mentioned before?
The reason it’s the best special, in my less than humble opinion, is due to a few things.
The special is not about Santa Claws. In fact, I don’t think he’s even mentioned, let alone shown and treated like an actual living character.
The focus on the entire episode is again on Arnold helping someone, but he doesn’t succeed. Not really.
The one who succeeded in helping someone was Helga, who accomplished the goal Arnold had set out to do.
The episode deals with some rather dark subject matter and is actually quite heartwarming as the “perfect present” Arnold was trying to provide someone with wasn’t something you can buy in the store
It’s also one of the episodes where Helga’s love for Arnold leaves her to do good and as her love for him is a secret, she expects nothing in return. She’s just happy to help him.
Kinda similar to Mari who is, as Adrien puts it in Mayura, “Our every day Ladybug.” Her kindness and devotion to helping others is what drives her as Ladybug and Marinette. It’s what brought Ivan and Mylene together. Is the reason Nathaniel and Mark now have a comic book together. And at the end of the day, that’s the reason for her strange behavior around Adrien--she wants to help him. Even if it’s just as a “good friend.”
9) There are two main characters
Although Hey Arnold! is technically a show about Arnold, one could argue it is just as much Helga’s story.
Similarly, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is named thusly in order to convey the fact that Adrien is just as much a main character as Marinette is.
Although I must say Hey Arnold! did a much better job of giving it’s co-character their dues. GIVE. ME. MORE. CHAT NOIR. FOCUSED. EPISODES. DAMMIT.
But, yes, in terms of screen time, Helga gets about as much as Arnold does. Her story and struggles were given just as much importance as Arnold’s and many people have even come to believe that the show is really about Helga. I’d say its about both of them.
10) Constantly bumping into each other
Granted this happens between Arnold and Helga more often than it does to the love square dorks.
But yes the two people meant to be together keep knocking into each other in their respective universes.
I forget who, but I remember reading that someone a while back theorized that this was the universe’s way of trying to push Arnold and Helga together. Kinda like the “Now kiss!” meme
Perhaps it’s the same for Adrien and Marinette?
;)
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What I want for ROTTMNT season 3
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. The same structure of episodes
I liked when they were 14 minutes long, with 2 parts to each episode. I liked that each episode was different. It was enjoyable! Nickelodeon should keep it that way (except for finales of course)
. April and Donnie
Their whole dynamic (platonic or romantic) is so well written and it makes me laugh every time. I want more moments with them! I want shenanigans, hazmat suits, failed experiments, the works!
. Christmas episode or beach episode
I just want them all to be happy tbh. Low stakes, very sweet episode. Maybe see Donnie’s fear of beachballs. Maybe one of the turtles (probs Raph) was scared of Santa as a kid or maybe he goes through a whole episode trying to figure out what to get everyone. It would be so enjoyable.
And of course the boys would get new swimsuit outfits. And for the Christmas episode they’d spend the whole time in matching Christmas pajamas.
. Why Todd is considered a villain
He was considered “as bad as they come” by the gargoyles, and I have a feeling it wasn’t just a comedic mistake. Todd also has his own forge and survived a KRAANG APOCALYPSE! How?? Surely there’s secretly another side to him.
. How the turtles met April
Seriously, we never learned how they met her. I just want a sweet turtle tot episode where we see how their dynamics are formed and Aprils parents thinking they’re imaginary friends. I want sneaking around, splinter not realizing they’re friends with a human, popsicles, baked treats, and lots of trouble. ALL OF IT!!
. More Señor Hueso
I just love how he interacts with Leo. Maybe we get to meet his son who is supposedly going to be out through “bone college” because of all the pizza they buy. I bet he and Mikey would get along.
. Them fangirling over the fact that Lou Jitsu is their dad
I feel like they accepted it too easily, you know? I want questions, I want to know what happened to Splinters mom, and I want Hamato Clan lore!! I would also like to see how splinter adjusted to raising the boys and coming to terms with being a rat. It had to be hard. Maybe even find out what happened to the rest of the Hamato clan!
. The evil dentist
I just know we were gonna get an episode where he tries to go after Raph’s tooth. It was hinted at near the end of his episode. Raph maybe hides it from his brothers and tries to handle it on his own but they eventually figure it out and help him and he learns he doesn’t have to do it all on his own.
. No Venus and Jenika
I’m sorry but Nickelodeon needs to explore other dynamics and find a way to make their introduction feel natural if they’re actually going to do it. I’m sorry and I know it’s unpopular but I think we’d all hate it if they did it wrong. If they’re introduced it needs to be the right way and after Nickelodeon stops ignoring the existing family.
.MORE CASSANDRA MORE CASSANDRA
I just think she’s cool 😎
Also her and Raph would be good sparring buddies I believe. Also she should get anger management with Dr. Delicate touch
. ALL THE MISSING EPISODES WE WERE DENIED AND BARON DRAXUM AGAIN (being a lunch lady)
^ it speaks for itself :3
I’d also think it would be funny if he made friends with a little kid and he accidentally landed himself a job as a babysitter and he takes it cause he needs more money. He finally let’s go of the yokai vs. humans shenanigans
AND WE NEED THE EPISODE WITH MIKEY BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR THE TURTLE TOTS
. Also I’d love an episode where someone (either jerk blond girl or Dale) accidentally gets a picture of the turtles without realizing and they have to try to get the phone and delete it
. April denying that she wants a prom date and the boys all try to find her one. Then when they don’t find anyone and they can tell April is disappointed they all show up for her in human disguises
. The day April gets accepted to that college and the turtles have to cope with the fact that they now won’t see her every day
. More witches
. An episode on Karai and how Shredder came to be through her side of the story
And last but not least:
An actual season 3!!!
Nickelodeon, wake up and see how amazing this show is!!
(If you guys have any other ideas or things you want to see please let me know because funsies)
#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#tmnt#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt movie#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#trending#rotttmnt season 3#netlfix#nickelodeon wake up and see how good this show is
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The plotholes of book 3
Now I want everyone to hear me out on this one: book 3 is my favorite atla season. I bet it is for a lot of people. But that doesn’t mean it’s perfect, far from it actually. This book has some of the biggest plotholes and things that generally do not make sense. My explanation is that this season might have been rushed, but we don’t know that for sure. I’m gonna be talking about these instances and explaining why I think they don’t make sense, and how I think they could have been improved. My opinions, nobody else’s. Feel free to agree or disagree, but do so respectfully. So strap yourselves in, this might be a long post.
1. The war meeting: Zuko joins the gaang right after the invasion happened. Right before this invasion, Ozai held a war meeting because he got intel from Azula about the invasion. There they also discussed what would happen after the invasion and how the comet would come into play. We only found out about what was discussed in this meeting 3 days before the comet, when Zuko chooses to tell the gaang about Ozai’s plan to burn down the world. Zuko however, had known about this for weeks, and only chose to share this information right when Aang decided he would face Ozai after the comet.
Now here’s where this doesn’t make sense to me: why in the hell would he not immediately tell this information as soon as he got to the gaang? Ozai’s plan to burn down the planet is the drop that made the bucket spill for Zuko, it was partially a reason for him to leave, as he didn’t agree with the plans discussed in that meeting. It would have been much easier for the gaang to trust Zuko if only he had opened with “hey I have important intel regarding the firelord’s plans for the comet, maybe it could be useful, also I can teach firebending.” This information is treated like an afterthought when it should have been discussed immediately after.
2. Nobody telling Zuko about the change of plans: this is piggy backing off of the first one. Zuko only told the gaang about Ozai’s plans after Aang and the rest reveal that they’re planning to defeat Ozai after the comet. This is news to Zuko. Why? Let’s say Aang decided he wasn’t ready after the play, seeing his character, although a caricature, die on stage. That must have been jarring for him, especially since everyone in that audience seemed so confident that this would be the outcome. Then we’ll say this play may have been a week, perhaps two weeks before the comet, as they still have time for “time wasting nonsense” to quote Sokka.
So what happened? Did Zuko go to bed immediately after the play and Aang broke the news when Zuko was asleep? Did nobody think “hey the avatar is about to give us important news maybe wake him up”? Did nobody think to tell him after? There’s absolutely no reason as to why Zuko doesn’t know that Aang made this decision, especially since everyone else, including Suki, is aware of it.
3. The southern raiders: this entire episode doesn’t make sense to me. I understand that we needed Katara and Zuko to bond, because Katara still didn’t trust him (with good reason) and in order to win the final battle, trusting each other plays a pretty big part. But going on a rogue mission to get revenge on the man that killed Katara’s mother is a bit of a stretch. First of all Katara and Zuko both act out of character, with Zuko making xenophobic comments towards Aang and Katara basically telling Sokka he didn’t love their mother enough. Second of all, Zuko and Katara basically bring the entire mission in jeopardy by running off and putting themselves in danger. What if they got captured, and now the firenation has the Avatar’s waterbending master AND the traitor prince in custody. What if they got followed back, and the army now knows the location of the Avatar?
Their first move is to invade a watchtower belonging to the fire nation on APPA. The BIGGEST animal you can possibly find. They steal an important map containing information of the positions of the raiders. Then they go to the southern raiders and attack the captain straight on, who even turned out not to be the guy they were looking for, and then they just LEAVE?? It’s not like that captain doesn’t know these people are affiliated with the Avatar, they flew in on APPA for crying out loud, the only flying bison known to exist, which everyone knows belongs to the Avatar. Then they go to a poor town in the firenation and stalk the killer, for Katara then to realise she can’t kill him and they return home, and afterwards they didn’t even apologise to Aang or Sokka for making snide remarks, stealing Appa and running off. Appa isn’t everyone’s pet, he’s Aang’s. They could have at least asked permission, which they didn’t. Aang even called them out on trying to steal Appa. He let them go after, which I still think is a mistake. This episode could have been done in many different ways, and having Katara and Zuko bond could have been done by just letting them TALK to each other. Vigilante justice missions should be the last thing on your mind when you’re about to embark on a mission of which the outcome will change the world forever.
4. Aang’s pacifist agenda: don’t get me wrong, Aang not wanting to kill the firelord makes complete sense, especially because he even refuses to eat animals. That’s not the part that seems off to me. What seems off to me, is that Aang only talked about not being willing to kill like 2 days before the comet. If he only realised he didn’t want to kill right then, what exactly was his plan for the invasion? Why does it seem like he’s prepared to do anything to end the war during the invasion, but right before the comet he gets to his senses and talks about not wanting to kill another human? If the invasion had succeeded, did everyone expect Aang to kill, and did Aang have a completely other plan? Did Aang think they were just gonna capture the firelord and be done with it? I feel like they should have been clearer about the invasion plan and wether or not the intention was to kill or not. “Defeat” the firelord is too vague, because it could mean a bunch of other things before it means kill. It’s not like the word “kill” is too harsh for Nickelodeon, hell they have an entire debate on to kill or not to kill right before the final showdown. So why was this even a debate? And why right before the finale?
5. Combustion man not listening to Zuko: this one’s a short one. Zuko was the one who paid combustion man to kill the Avatar. With that he also demanded this to be in silence, he didn’t want the world to know that Aang was still alive. It’s why combustion man burned down that letter when those two guards saw Aang and tried to warn the firelord by messenger hawk. So now let’s fast foreward to combustion man’s last fight at the Western Airtemple. He’s attacking everyone down below, and Zuko swoops in trying to stop him. Combustion man however, throws Zuko off with ease. Zuko tries to make him stop by telling him he’ll pay double. Combustion man doesn’t listen and even goes as far as to blast Zuko off of the cliff. What exactly is combustion man’s motivation to not listen to Zuko and continue attacking the gaang? Did he get a better offer from someone else, maybe the firelord? Did he find Aang’s wanted poster and realise the payment was more than what Zuko offered? He’s a mercenary, an assassin, he gets paid by other people to do the dirty work, it’s not like the writers established that he’s a bounty hunter. What was combustion man’s reason for ignoring his recruiter? Did he know Zuko was a traitor, and if he did, why did he care?
This is it for now, I know it’s not a scandalous amount, but it’s still a lot considering this is an otherwise very thought out show. Overall I think this book needed more communication in between characters, and more heartfelt scenes. It’s still my favorite season though.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar#book 3 fire#bryke#the southern raiders#plotholes#aang#avatar aang#katara#zuko#prince zuko#long post
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Austin and y/n babysit a friends kids for the weekend and after seeing one another interact and care for the children, they talk about their own future and settle down to have their own kids
Sorry for the long wait!! Life has been ridiculous lately! Anyway I hope you like it!
Momma
Austin north x reader
Warnings: none just fluffy cuteness and kissing
Austin North x Reader
I was so excited when I got a text from my best friend Hannah to come baby sit her kids. Hannah has a 4 year old girl named Emily and a 9 month old boy named Felix. They were the cutest! I immediately replied “yes I’ll be right there!” Before running through our house to the living room where Austin was playing video games. “Baby! I’m gonna go babysit Hannah’s kids! Wanna come?” I beamed as I ran up the stairs to change and get ready to go. Austin loved kids. He loved watching y/n with kids so he jumped right off the couch. “I love those kids! Of course I wanna come!” Austin yelled up the stairs to you. When you were ready to go,you came down stairs to see Austin waiting by the door swinging his keys around. “Ready,Cuteness?” He asked,smirking. “Let’s go!” I grabbed my purse before following Austin out the door.
The drive to Hannah’s was only about 15 minutes. When we pulled up to the house, I immediately got out and ran to the door. Austin followed laughing at my excitement. I walked into the house,not bothering to knock since Hannah was my best friend. “Hello?” I say as I step in holding the door open for Austin. “AUNTIE!!” Emily screamed as she ran towards me. I caught her in my arms and lifted her up onto my hip. “Well hello princess! What are you up to?” I asked, kissing her nose lightly making her laugh. “I was helping mommy get ready to go out with daddy. She has so many pretty things!” Emily explained. “Oh I know she does! I borrow her clothes all the time!,” I told Emily before turning to Austin “Remember the black dress I wore to the obx premiere party? You can thank Hannah for that.” I winked before walking further into the house with Emily still on my hip. “I’ll definitely have to thank her for that and pay for replacing it.” Austin laughs as he follows me through the house “Little ears,Austin!” I say in a sing song voice to evert Emily from what Austin had just said. Luckily she’s 4 so a lot goes over her head still.
You entered the living room to see Hannah all dressed up,changing Felix’s diaper. “Well don’t you look pretty all dressed up,Momma.” I say laughing. Hannah laughs too,picking up Felix. “You know I don’t think I’ve dressed up since your wedding last year.” Hannah laughed. Austin held his hand out to Felix, who latched onto his finger. “I’m guessing Felix wants to be with his favorite Uncle.” Hannah giggles passing Felix to a smiling Austin. “Hey bud! Look how big you’re getting!” Austin cooed as he made funny faces making Felix giggle. “Ok emergency numbers are on the fridge. We both have our phones if you need anything!” Hannah stayed as she grabbed her purse and yelled for her husband somewhere in the house. He finally appeared and with a final wave they left on their date night.
I put Emily down and walked over to the tv turning it on. “Ok missy. We have 2 hours before bed time. What do you want to do?” I asked kneeling down on the floor next to her. “I wanna color! You’re the best colorer!” She exclaimed as she ran to her playroom. I laughed and followed her. Austin followed us with Felix,holding him so he was facing forward watching everything going on. “Ok Auntie you get the pony book. I get the princess book and Uncle can share the dinosaur one with Felix!” Emily explained as she put out the coloring books on the floor and grabbed a bin full of crayons. We all sat on the floor in a circle coloring away. “I’m the best at this!” Austin exclaimed as he colored his purple dinosaur with Felix settled in his lap. “Wow babe! That’s definitely going on the fridge!” I laughed as I colored a grey pony. Emily held up her book and showed us all her picture. “Can mine go on the fridge too? The fridge at your house?” Emily asked. “Of course,Sweetheart! Just make sure you sign it so we know that you did it all yourself!” Austin exclaimed before picking up Felix and placing him on the floor. “Who wants to watch cartoons before bed!?” I asked more excited than the kids. “Me! I do I do!” Emily squealed as she put the books away in a hurry after carefully ripping out all our pictures and putting them on the kitchen table,before running to the living room. I laughed before picking up Felix and going to the living room. I flipped on Nickelodeon and sat in the couch with Felix in my lap. He was rubbing his eyes,tired from all the excitement. Austin sat down next to me and Emily crawled into his lap before continuing to watch cartoons. I leaned into Austin and he wrapped an arm around me. After about 20 minutes, both kids were sound asleep. “I love watching you with them.” Austin whispered nodding his head towards the sleeping toddler on his lap. “Kids are fun. I still remember the day Emily was born and now she’s a walking talking human. It’s crazy.” I whispered back. “Babe she was always a human.” Austin snickered trying not to disturb Emily. “You know what I meant!” I giggled. “What do you say about maybe having a baby North?” Austin asks looking at me. I smile back at him. “I say what do you think about a baby north?” I whispered back. Austin glances at Felix asleep in my arms. “I think our kid would be the luckiest to have you as a mom.” Austin cooed,kissing my temple. I smile with tears in my eyes. “Well our kid would also have the most amazing,good looking,funniest dad ever. Plus you’re already full of dad jokes.” I laugh quietly. Austin laughs too before picking Emily up in his arms carefully and carrying her up the stairs. I followed with Felix moving just as slow and tucked him into his crib. Thanking every force on earth that he didn’t wake up. I start walking towards Emily’s room to check on Austin only to hear Emily’s little voice. “Uncle Austin, when are you and auntie gonna give me a friend? Mommy says you would soon.” Emily yawned still half asleep. Austin laughed and kissed her forehead as she fell back to sleep. “Soon,Angel.” Austin quietly tiptoed out of the room and closed the door leaving a small crack open. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down stairs and onto the couch. I sat next to him smiling wide. “I heard Emily ask for a friend.” I giggled. Austin laughed too. “Yea. I mean I’d hate to disappoint her.Hannah told her soon so we are on the clock now.” Austin smirked before kissing my lips. I smiled into the kiss before reaching down for my purse. “Maybe because she heard me talking to Hannah earlier when you were at work.” I bit my lip before pulling out a plastic stick with 2 pink lines on it. Austin’s eyebrows furrowed together before taking the test in his hand. “Wait. Is this...are you......are we.....” Austin stuttered smiling while the wheels worked in his brain. I kissed him to stop his rambling before giggle and placing his hand on my stomach. “Baby North is on the way Austin”
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To the Moon and Back
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
A/N: Part 5
“Hey, hey calm down,” Spencer cooed.
“How am I supposed to calm down, Reid,” you snapped. You saw Hotch walking over to the two of you.
“Y/N, what happened?” Hotch asked with the same stoic face he always had.
“When we were at the principal's house he called her a-,” Reid looked around and lowered his voice so no one around could hear, “a fucking slut.”
“And now he slapped my ass,” you added. Hotch looked at Reid as if to tell him to scram, but Reid just looked at him pleading to let him stay.
“Reid,” Hotch firmly said. Reid nodded and left to go examine the crime scene with JJ and Prentiss.
“Hotch, I feel so belittled,” you admitted, nothing like that has ever happened to you before. You had been catcalled, but never groped.
“I’m going to go and talk to him and his supervisor,” He replied, hoping to make things better. “Do you want anyone to come and sit with you?”
“Can I just go back to the hotel?”
“Sure, I'll see you tomorrow morning,” He said remorsefully. You turned to walk away and head back the way you came, “And Y/N, you’re doing just fine here, there is no need to worry.” you flashed him a smile and continued on your way.
It felt nice to have received that praise, especially from your supervisor. As you exited the school, you felt the cool summer breeze flow through you. It ran through your hair and your clothes, it ran along your skin and made you shiver. It was nights like these that made you wish you were in high school again. Not having a single care in the world, driving through the night with your best friends, and blasting Stacy’s Mom through the speakers of your 2001 Toyota corolla.
The sky was clear and you could see all the stars. It reminded you of when you and your dad would sit on the bed of his truck and watch the stars. He always told you that if you were ever lost or confused, you could look up at the stars and they would tell you exactly where you were meant to be. The stars were the only thing keeping you connected to your father while you were traveling since you couldn’t visit his grave. His spirit was always in the stars though. The drive back to the hotel was boring, but you had connected your phone to the Bluetooth so you played Stacy’s Mom and opened the window. You got to your hotel room, took off your clothes and took a second shower making sure to scrub really well to get the filth of that detective out of your head. You got out of the shower and got dressed into your pajamas, turned the light off, and turned the TV on. It was so late you could watch the George Lopez show on Nickelodeon. You were half asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You dragged yourself out of bed and looked through the peephole, to see Dr. Spencer Reid standing at your door. You groaned at the thought of having anyone see you in this state, let alone Spencer.
You opened the door and headed back to your bed, “Come on in, Dr. Reid.”
“Sorry di- did I wake you up?” He asked, partly trembling.
“No, I’ve been up for a while,” you yawned while muting the TV.
“Oh, I just wanted to come and check in on you.”
“I’m fine, Reid, really.”
He just stood there looking at you like you were some helpless victim, “Can you not look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m some sort of victim,” you sighed.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” he looked at the ground with remorse.
“Thank you,” you cuddled into your pillow and started to drift off to sleep. You didn’t want to fall asleep but you couldn’t help it.
Spencer’s POV
“Thank you,” she yawned. She cuddled into her pillow and it seemed like she was starting to fall asleep, I went to go sit in the chair in the corner. There was a blanket on the back of the chair, I grabbed it and put it on her sleeping body. There was no way I could leave her like that. I had no way to lock her door from the outside, and god knows what that detective will do if he gets in trouble with his supervisor. I accidentally fell asleep in the chair I was sitting in. A few hours later, someone was talking.
“Spencer, be careful,” The voice cried. I knew that voice. I opened my eyes to see Y/N squirming in her sleep. She looked helpless and scared.
“It’s ok, Y/N,” I calmly said, “I’m ok.” She seemed to stop squirming and settle down.
I tried to go back to sleep but thoughts of her swirled in my mind. She was dreaming about me. She cared about me, enough to yell for me and tell me to be careful. Reid, you’re crazy. You’re not a psychoanalyst. You don’t believe in dream theory. But this you couldn’t deny. She was calling for you. Finally, sleep caught up with me. My dreams were filled with thoughts of her.
Your POV
Your alarm woke you up with its heinous voice. You snuggled into the blanket that you’d never seen before. You looked around the room for any explanation for the new blanket on you. In the corner, you saw Spencer sleeping on the chair.
“Oh my god,” you whispered. You silently got out of bed, grabbed your blue pants, white shirt, and pink blazer, headed for the bathroom to change. You put your hair into a high ponytail and pulled out a few pieces of hair to frame your face. Your makeup was basic, nude sparkly eyeshadow, mascara, blush, and nude lipstick. When you exited the bathroom Reid was still asleep in the chair.
“Reid, it’s 6:30,” you whispered softly, while gently shaking him awake, “we have to meet Hotch at 7.” He started to open his eyes, he looked so sweet. His hair was a mess, and he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday, “Did you sleep well, pretty boy?”
“I did actually,” he said sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “You talk in your sleep, you know that?”
“I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing,” you chuckled. “You didn’t have to sleep in the chair, you could have slept in the bed.”
“I was quite comfortable actually.”
“That’s a lie, I’m going down to get breakfast. Go get changed.”
“Alright, enjoy your breakfast.” You grabbed your wallet, phone, badge, and gun and left.
Spencer’s POV
She walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me with my thoughts. I had a job to do though and that started with getting ready and getting to the station on time. I left her room to see Morgan walking from his room to the elevator.
“Pretty boy,” he said, noticing the room you were walking out of, “busy night last night?”
“I don’t want to hear it, Morgan,” I sighed.
“I’m just saying,” he smirked, “she seems to like you.” He held his coffee cup as if to say cheers and walked away.
I turned away from the elevator and headed back to my room. I got changed, freshened up, and messed up my hair. Staring at myself in the mirror for a second I heard my phone ringing, I went to find it laying on the bed. I checked to see who was calling and it was another number I didn't recognize. “Hello?”
“Hello, I'm Vanessa Scartop with KCCI 8 news, I’m looking for a Dr. Spencer Reid,” charmed the voice on the other line.
“This is he,” I replied
“Good morning Dr. Reid, I was told I could direct any questions about the recent bombing to you.”
“No, ma’am, I think you're mistaken, have a good day,” I hung up the phone, why would she call me? I checked the time to see that it was 6:50, we had to meet Hotch at the station at 7. I ran out of the room grabbing my bag and coat on the way out. I ran to the elevator and rapidly hit the button for the first floor. I ran out of the hotel to see Y/N leaning on the hood of an SUV.
She looked up at me and smiled, “Jeez, what took you so long?”
“You could say I was a little distracted,” I struggled to say, I don’t run very often.\
“Hop in, we have to be at the station in… 9 minutes,” she walked over to the driver’s side door.
“Are we gonna make it on time?”
“Of course we are, buckle up.” She was so pretty with her sunglasses on, they framed her face perfectly.
My phone rang again snapping me out of my trance, “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Dr. Spencer Reid?” another woman spoke on the line.
“This is he,” I sighed, not again.
“Good Morning Dr. Reid, this is Amanda Gino with Channel 13 news, Would you mind if I could ask you a couple questions about the recent bombing at the house of Principal Givens?”
“I actually would mind very much, thank you for calling,” I hung up and sighed.
“What was that?” Y/N asked.
“I don't know, actually,” I replied. “I’ve been getting a lot of phone calls from news stations recently.”
“Weird,” she smiled. “We’re here by the way,” she said while we were pulling into the parking lot.
“6:58, that was supposed to be a ten-minute drive,” I chuckled.
“We’re going to be late Dr.” she smiled jumping out of the car and started to walk toward the door so I followed her lead.
We got to the conference room at exactly 7:01, Hotch didn’t say anything and Morgan just chuckled. There was a coffee station set up at the back of the room for us, I grabbed my first cup for the day and my phone rang again, I hung up immediately this time and went back to the table. Hotch got up and started talking about the case and what we had so far. He sent JJ and Prentiss to look through some yearbooks. “Reid, yesterday you mentioned something about the unsub couldn’t feel pain,”
I got up and started doing what I do best, talking, “There is a medical condition called pain asymbolia, where patients register harmful stimuli without being bothered by it. They have been documented holding their hand over an open flame because their brain doesn’t send pain signals to the central nervous system.”
“Sounds pretty rare,” Rossi chimed in. “Are you sure the unsub has it?”
“The crimes prove it, this unsub displayed an unusual level of savagery toward his victims. And consider this, he smashed through a glass display case but there were no cuts on Jerry. That means he most likely punched through it, probably as a show of force. The only way the human body can withstand that level of pain is if he couldn’t feel it at all,” I continued.
“That must really stunt someone’s emotional development,” Rossi said. My phone started ringing again and I hung up.
“A big contributor to our sense of empathy is the way we process physical pain,” Morgan continued. My phone rang again.
“And the unsub didn’t develop his sense of empathy because it was cut off,” Hotch added, my phone ringing again. “Does every person with asymbolia experience this?”
“Actually most people experience empathy just fine, which makes me think the rest of our profile is accurate. Loner, invisible,” my phone rang again, “outcast, son of a bitch!” I answered the call, just to make it stop, “Hi, this is Dr. Reid. I actually can come to the phone right now with a very important message that your mother is a d-
“Reid!” Hotch said sternly
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” I looked over as Y/N was trying to hold back laughter.
“I’m going to have Garcia look over medical records,” Hotch continued, I tried to stay focused on him. “What causes asymbolia?”
I looked over to see Morgan snickering, “Severe trauma produces lesions in the insular cortex, usually after a stroke, but this unsub is so young it was mostly caused by an external factor.” Morgan, what did you do?
“Like a bomb going off next to him?” Rossi asked.
“Like a bomb going off next to him,” I repeated looking at Morgan, who was still snickering.
Hotch left the table so we started to clean up some of the papers, “I will crush you,” I whispered to Morgan.
“What?” Morgan replied.
“What?” I said, playing dumb. I looked over to see Y/N, she was laughing to herself. She had the prettiest smile.
She was a ray of sunshine. She smelled like roses, her voice flows through your ears like syrup. Her hair falls perfectly off her shoulders, but today, her ponytail swayed perfectly with every step she took. Focus Reid.
Your POV
After the meeting, you were still laughing at the thought of Spencer swearing. You may have only known him for two days but he had seemed so innocent when you first met. By now he and Rossi had left, leaving you and Morgan.
Morgan started to walk over to you and you sat up straight, “What do you think of the team so far?”
“You all seem really nice,” you said with a smile.
“How do you feel about Dr.Reid?”
“I mean, I’ve only known him for two days but he seems really sweet,”
“Ok,” he said. “Just sweet?”
“Derek Morgan if you are asking if I have a crush on Dr. Spencer Reid,” you quipped, “then I’m sorry to say but that information is classified.”
“I thought you’d say that,” he sighed, standing up and heading for the door, “I’ll see you later.”
“See ya,” you waved him goodbye.
For the rest of the morning, you sat and looked at the files again, trying to stay focused on the and not the only thought running through your mind, that you did indeed have a crush on Dr. Spencer Reid, but he didn’t need to know that.
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In your first blog post of the semester, explore the tug of war in cinema between the “classical” in cinematic storytelling and those who try to subvert it. Drawing upon examples from the films we have studied thus far, define what “classical” cinematic storytelling is and demonstrate how it functioned in an earlier period of film history, as well as its continuing legacy. Where do you see evidence of the “classical” today? Then, consider how filmmakers working in subversive modes challenge the dominance of classicism, either through subtle, indirect means or by full-on assaults. What kinds of classical storytelling approaches do they reject? How do they do that? What changes in form and content defy the classical? The films we’ve seen will help, as will the various sources you’ve been given for study. Use examples from the films we have studied, and draw upon others that you think are relevant.
Cinema is often thought to be the highest form of art, since it combines storytelling, acting, and music all in one glorious attempt to do something that feels simple, but as we find in exploring the history of film, not so much: the art of telling a story. There are many different ways to approach conveying information in a visual manner, and although the direct method might seem to be the easiest, we find that directors can get away with telling their story in the most imaginative ways possible. From the use of flashbacks, forwards and sometimes even sideways, the viewer is taken on a journey through which they are given the clues needed to piece the entire story together on their own. Directors use these various methods of storytelling often to drive home a point, possibly about how the main protagonist sees the world, or how memories are often skewed through the lenses of either emotion or possible mental illness. Telling a story on screen involves a lot of elements that were cemented as ‘classical’ during the early days of Hollywood, and many directors still utilize these storytelling techniques to this day. Others have forged their own path in defying the classical model of film, whether by altering how the progression of the story is conveyed to the viewers, or simply casting away the norms all together.
As Hollywood began to come into its own in the early 1900′s, many of the silent films that were made followed a recipe for getting its message across to the audience watching the screen. It all started off with Alice Ida Antoinette Guy-Blaché, credited with creating the first directed narrative. Up until that point, most movies that were being made were what we would call by today’s standards ‘b-roll footage’. Images of trains coming into a station, workers leaving factories for the day, and horses running were what was most often seen in early day Nickelodeon’s. Alice was the first to use a three stage story arc when she directed her first short film Suspense. Illustrating the rising action with the mother seeing the robber in the alley below her bedroom window, the climax of the husband bringing the police home with him in time to save his wife and child, and the resolution when the family is safely reunited, and the would-be robber is taken away by the policeman. Using film to not only illustrate a story but take the audience on a journey that tugs at their emotions and leaves them sitting on the edge of their seat was not something that had been done before.
Alice paved the foundation for classical storytelling in early cinema, which was firmly linear for several decades once the Motion Picture Production Code began being firmly enforced by the Catholic Church. Since villainy was to be punished and goodness was to be rewarded in the rules, many of the films that came out between 1934 and 1965 followed the same formula. The man ended up with the woman he was in love with, and they were able to get through whatever troubles sprung up in their way throughout the movie.
We see this in Ninotchka, where a Soviet agent is tempted by the love of a Frenchman named Leon and driven to betray the Communist regime of her country in order to pursue it. Nothing can come between them, not even when she returns to Russia and Leon is barred from visiting her. Even when his romantic letters to her are censored by the Communists, the hope in the story is not completely lost.
Through all obstacles, Ninotchka and Leon are happily in each other’s arms by the end of the movie. You would think that the Communist regime of 1930’s Russia would easily get in the way of two lovers, but in the glittering bauble of Hollywood, there was seemingly nothing that could prevent the linear storytelling model from rewarding the deeds of the good-doers. Not even a strong-willed, stony Communist woman can ignore the temptation of the love of a man, or the freedom that would come with fleeing her home land. Betraying their home country in the name of love isn’t something many people have to struggle with. Yet we see Ninotchka’s transformation unfold on screen in an almost eerie fashion, under Leon’s influence. At the same time, she doesn’t lose the core of who she is even after falling in love. We see this when she gets quite drunk while out with Leon, and she’s caught promoting Marxist ideals inside the women’s bathroom. At the end of the day, Leon still loves Ninotchka for who she is, Communist and all.
However, some modern films still manage to follow a linear manner of storytelling, even if they are groundbreaking via other means. Take Donnie Darko for instance. Filled with strange imagery that represents Donnie’s visions of how to save the tangent universe from certain destruction, it can feel like a film that displaces the viewer. However, if you have watched it a few times, you can see that the strange, obscure events in the story are still told in the order as they happen. From the night that Frank appears to Donnie and warns him of the world’s impending doom that is to come in twenty-eight days, a countdown begins from that point onward. Even when Donnie is experiencing visions of his school flooded with water, or being egged on by Frank to burn down the house of a local celebrity, we see each day pass by in order until the film’s ending. Images of water and fire are placed against Donnie’s relatively normal, everyday life as a high school boy in a stark, brilliantly vivid contrast.
While Richard Kelly could have chosen to present the film’s events out of order or utilize flash backs and forwards to communicate his vision, his unique and bizarre story was easier to understand since it was told linearly. Kelly still manages to subvert the norm by creating his own science behind what was happening to Donnie, between the tangent universe, living receiver and the manipulated dead and living. Kelly also did not feel the need to show the audience every last little detail of Donnie’s abilities and experiences, feeling that ‘less was more’ in his interview in The Donnie Darko Book. Rather than showing Donnie levitating off of the ground and swinging the axe into the bronze statue of the school’s mascot, Kelly instead cuts to the scene where the disfigured piece of art is discovered by both the police and the principal.
Choosing to let the audience use their own imaginations to fill in the blanks allows the viewer to come up with their own creative ideas as to how events unfold, instead of being spoon fed them shot by shot. A cult classic, Donnie Darko still comes to mind all these years later whenever the topic of films that challenge the classical model through indirect and still wildly creative means.
Then there are directors which completely subvert the linear story model, turning it on its head and taking the audience through an unexpected, wild ride where they are never quite sure if they can trust what they are seeing on screen. Robert Eggers’ newest film The Lighthouse is a story that is difficult to grasp on the first viewing. Even in just aesthetic terms, Eggers goes against the norm in choosing the 4x3 aspect ratio for his movie, instead of the traditional widescreen. It brings us closer to the actors and their rapid descent into madness, giving off a sense of claustrophobia as the dread slowly builds on screen. The movie is shot in black and white instead of contemporary color film, which leads to our eyes having fewer things to be distracted by as we watch. It also adds to the otherworldly, nightmarish atmosphere of the movie, and gives the director more opportunities to use the lighting on set to convey the deeper messages that are found in The Lighthouse.
Eggers has a way of giving the viewer a creeping sense of foreboding without showing anything scary at all. The opening shot of The Lighthouse begins with a large ship cutting through dark and stormy waters, and then we see our two main characters shot from behind with the lighthouse towering above their heads, accompanied by tense music. There’s something to be feared in these beginning moments, even if the viewer can’t quite put their finger on just what it is yet.
The audience is not sure if the main protagonist, Winslow, is a reliable character or not. There comes a point in the movie where everything we are led to believe up to that point is turned onto its head, and from that moment forward the viewer can not tell if Winslow is of sound mind or not.
The night before their shift is supposed to end and the ferry will come to take them away from the lighthouse and the island, Winslow finally breaks his sobriety and he gets quite drunk with Wake. During what we think is the next day (any attention paid to how much time has passed feeling scrambled by this point), Wake informs Winslow that the rot has gotten to their salted fish. Winslow replies that they had only missed the ferry by a day, and there is no need to ration their food. Wake replies that it had been weeks since they had missed the ferry that was supposed to take them home, not a single day. Wake also says that he had been telling Winslow to ration their food for the past few weeks, to which Winslow does not believe him. Wake comments that he does not want to be stuck at his post with a lunatic, and bids Winslow to go with him to dig up their extra rations, which turn out to be comprised of nothing but more alcohol. Wake makes a few slip-ups of his own in recounting his sailor days with Winslow, having two different versions of how he lost his leg, or whether or not he had been married and had a family. Between Wake’s lying and Winslow’s seemingly unstable mental state, there is no reliable narrator to trust throughout the film.
From then onward, the film spirals into such madness that the viewer can only hope to retain their wits enough to follow what is unfolding on the screen and attempt to piece together what is real and what is not in their own mind. We no longer have any baseline for reality to cling to at this point, between the excessive drinking on screen, and the characters’ untrustworthy narrations. Eggers gives us only the briefest, pin-prick sized moments of normalcy, such as Wake and Winslow catching lobsters for their dinner, or Winslow attending to his various duties on the small outcrop of land that the lighthouse sits on. Even then it is difficult to pay close attention to these tiny seconds of peace after having been put through a dizzying whirlwind of stimulus only seconds prior, with visions of sirens washed up on the beach, or tentacles belonging to some great, terrible beast sliding across the top floor of the lighthouse.
The linear model of storytelling that was cemented in early Hollywood is classical for good reason. The early directors and screenwriters of that era paved the foundation that modern day films still utilize nearly a hundred years later, setting a standard that directors can either utilize, or subvert entirely. It is safe to say that there is no limit on creativity and ingenuity, no matter how the director may choose to tell their story on screen. Whether they follow the classical model, subvert it entirely or land in some sort of middle ground, we as the audience are given plenty of artistic content to work with and ponder about regardless of what they choose.
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I wish you would write a fic where peter has some trouble sleeping and he goes to tony for help (irondad is best and I love how you write them)
A/N: I added a Read More break in this; I’m so sorry if it isn’t working on your Dash or in mobile.
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((WOW as per usual this took forever; I’m so sorry, and thank you for your patience!!!))
I can do that. As many of my IronDad fics are these days, this is set in a Post-Endgame Universe that ends the way we deserved it to. (Also thank you?? So much????) As per usual, I don’t know if this is what you envisioned, but here it is anyway. I hope you like it!
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A Week in the Life of an Overly Anxious Insomniac (a.k.a. Post-Finals Week)
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Friday
Peter Parker crawls in through his bedroom window after the fullest week of his whole life. He’s just finished his Junior year of high school, meaning that his end-of-year finals are the roughest and toughest, and he’s barely made it through them unscathed. Peter’s an above average student for above average students, much less the general population, so he keeps up with his studies well, especially after Tony and May teamed up to implement some Big Brother-level safe guards to make sure he was held accountable for his allotted homework and Spider-Man hours.
The teenager pulls himself upright and runs a hand through his hair, a deep sigh emanating from his chest as he pulls off his Spider-Man suit. He glances at the clock; 1:30AM shines back silently at him, the one-time extended patrol hours Tony and May had allowed him in light of the end of the school year and successful exams.
Once he’s free of his enhanced spandex, Peter pulls on a t-shirt and sweatpants and collapses onto his bed, his nose buried in his covers, but his eyes remain open. He stares languidly at a spot on his wall, likely food from his and Ned’s last sleepover.
The seconds tick past, soon turning into minutes, and then an hour has gone by, and somehow he’s still wide awake. He’s tried to drop off multiple times, but a prickling sensation across his back, like’s he’s being watched, keeps him from relaxing into sleep.
Peter sighs in frustration and takes out his phone, scrolling through countless ridiculous news articles until his body shuts itself off around 5AM.
Saturday
Peter awakes at 9:30AM and groans. At least it’s Saturday, so he can sleep more. He rolls over just in time for his phone to go wild where he’d discarded it beneath his bed earlier that morning. He gropes blindly for the device and clicks it on, sleepily scrolling through the barrage of messages in his group chat with Ned and MJ.
Ned: Expo day!
MJ: Expo day.
Ned: Peter!! EXPO DAY!
Ned: P
Ned: E
Ned: T
Ned: E
Ned: R
Ned: WAKE UP
Peter rolls his eyes but can’t suppress a grin as he types out his response.
Peter: I’m awake geez
It’s not even until 4PM
Ned: Yeah, but still. We have to make sure we have our itinerary down and the layout of the place just in case something ya know crazy happens.
Peter: Right yeah sure
MJ: I’m not wearing the matching t-shirts
Ned: Pleeeeeaaassse MJ!!!!!!!!
MJ: …..without something else over it
Ned: *peace fingers emoji*
MJ: why didn’t you just send the actual emoji
Ned: You have an IPhone. The emojis always show up differently.
MJ: Not that one, idiot
Ned: Oh whatEVER
Peter nearly drops his phone on his face, so he rolls to his side and types out a final message.
Peter: I’m hitting snooze. See you guys this afternoon.
Peter switches his phone to silent mode and lays an arm over his face. After a week of multiple all-nighters on top of a full patrol and 4 ½ hours of sleep last night (this morning, he corrects himself with a grunt), he just wants to sleep until he absolutely has to be up. He sends a quick wake-up call request to May before pulling his covers back over his head.
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Peter, Ned, and MJ crash at Ned’s apartment around 12:30AM. The Expo (an invitation courtesy of Tony Stark, of course) had been incredible, showcasing the latest and greatest technology on the market and coming to the market, from Stark Industries to OsCorp and everything in between.
The trio reclines on the Leeds’ comfy sectional, Ned passing out as soon as his body hits the cushions. MJ is curled in a half doze in the crook of the couch, and Peter spreads along the unoccupied middle section, propped sidelong against the back. He stares at his crossed ankles as the TV plays quietly in the background. His vision swims in and out of focus, trying to let him fall into sleep, but something keeps pulling him back just as he’s on the brink, like fingers trailing across his back.
Peter knows no one else is in the room with him. He hears Ned and MJ’s separate, steady breathing on either side of him, but something about their presences, how strongly he can sense them, keeps him from falling out of consciousness. Their presence should be a comforting tether, but he finds it more restrictive now. He shakes his head minutely at the thought.
After about fifteen minutes, Peter sighs in defeat and positions himself to watch Nickelodeon’s late night programming, finally dropping off around 4AM.
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Sunday
Sadly for Peter, Ned and MJ are both early risers; they stir around 7:30 but lay poking at their phones until 8. Peter tries to fall back to sleep, but MJ’s accusatory “faker” has him popping his eyes open to defend himself.
“I think I deserve it.” Peter grumbles while rubbing an eye. “My longest night of sleep all week was like 5 ½ hours. Maybe.”
“That’s unhealthy.”
“That’s finals week.”
“I wish you’d told us, Peter.” Ned chimes in with a yawn. “We could have come home way earlier last night.”
“It’s fine.” Peter sighs and pushes himself up. “It was totally worth it. I’ll probably pass out tonight, so it’s fine.”
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As if the universe loves proving him wrong, that evening once again finds Peter restless. He can’t seem to get comfortable in any position.
Left side.
Right side.
Back.
Stomach.
He even swaps his head to the foot of the bed and tries a diagonal position.
No dice.
He tenses up every muscle in his body and releases.
He keeps his eyes open for as long as he can without blinking.
He tries to force his breathing to become heavy and even.
Nothing.
His mind and body are exhausted, he can feel it, but they just refuse to shut off.
Peter pulls his pillow over his face and groans loudly.
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Monday
Peter gets about 3 hours of sleep before May pokes her head in to ask for his help; she’s been on a minimalist kick lately and wants Peter to help her carry her donations to her car.
He smiles bitterly when he sees the black Sharpie scribbles on the outsides of the boxes:
Ben’s Clothes
Peter’s Toys
Wedding Pictures
Kitchen
Labels marked over and re-named Donations.
Peter’s eyes are suddenly watery, and he quickly deposits the boxes in May’s car before running a hand over his face.
May shoots him an inquisitive look but drops the issue, giving him a quick squeeze of a hug before thanking him and getting in her car. Peter waves as she leaves and sighs.
He could text Ned or MJ to go get coffee, but the walking distance just seems to far today.
He goes back upstairs and spends the day watching lame TV on the couch.
He doesn’t sleep at all that night.
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Tuesday
Peter spends the whole day keeping busy. He organizes and cleans the apartment. He volunteers to walk his neighbors’ dogs. He goes for lunch with MJ and Ned and even sets out early as Spider-Man.
The evening hours come around, and he settles in with May on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. They keep score, Peter easily beating all of the contestants, and he begs May to stay with him and play with his hair as he puts on the most boring documentary he can find.
May acquiesces after studying him briefly, but she nods off after about half an hour, her hand resting in his hair.
Peter puts his hands over his face and swallows a sob, painfully, fully awake.
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Wednesday
It’s starting to get to him, the lack of sleep.
He ignores May that morning when she calls to him to join her for french toast and fruit.
He tells Ned and MJ he can’t swing lunch that day though he has nothing planned.
He nearly cries when his phone lights up with his reminder that Tony Stark is back from his business trip, and again when said man sends him a message.
Tony: Hey, squirt. I’m back stateside. You free to come to the Lakehouse for a few days? Mo misses you.
Peter actually takes a few moments to consider before he catches himself. Not a good sign.
Peter: Yeah, I’m free. I’ll come tomorrow.
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Thursday
Peter kisses May goodbye that morning with a promise of letting her know when he gets to the Cabin.
Happy comes for him around 10:30, and it’s after noon by the time they pull up to Tony Stark’s home away from home.
Morgan is on the porch the moment their car doors slam and is tackling Peter nearly to the ground before he can reach the trunk to get his bag. She squeezes the air from his lungs as she babbles excitedly about how they’re going to spend the next few days, her first days of summer vacation, together.
“Let him breathe, Monkey.”
Peter looks up to find Tony on the porch, metal arm on a post and flesh arm waving lightly. Peter ushers up a smile and a small wave in return before hoisting Morgan up into his arms. The teenager crosses to the porch stops before his mentor.
“Made it through another finals week, huh?”
“Barely.” Peter’s tone is more biting than he wants, and he hopes Tony didn’t notice. He’s definitely giving Peter a once-over now.
“Hap? Take Morgan inside, please?”
“Sure. Come here, Princess.”
“Uncle Happy, can I have cookies?”
“Don’t let her fool you, Hap; she’s already had her post-lunch snack.”
Morgan folds her arms and pouts as Happy chuckles and takes her inside.
“He didn’t say anything about juice pops-”
“Traitor.” Tony mumbles as Happy shuts the door behind them.
It’s quiet for a moment, the lake lapping at the shoreline barely audible as they look out and then at each other. Tony’s gaze stays on Peter, and the boy can’t help but look away.
“What’s up, kid?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your eyes are bloodshot. And last time I checked, Pep didn’t pop out a ten ton toddler, so Morgan shouldn’t be able to knock you over like that.”
“I was just playing with her.”
“Uh huh. Well,” Tony is clearly a bit peeved with Peter, but he drops the issue. “I assume you haven’t had lunch yet, so maybe some food in you will make you more talkative.”
“Thanks.”
“Turkey?”
“Perfect.”
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Peter passes the afternoon between Tony and Morgan, the former occupying him with projects in his small workshop and the latter demanding to be occupied by him all over the property.
For all intents and purposes, he should be exhausted.
And yet 2:30AM finds him wide awake and near to breaking.
He’s laying on his side facing his clock, the red letters displaying “2:31AM.” He stares and stares and stares until he feels like the letters are bored into his brain. He closes his eyes, and they pop back open again like they’re on a spring.
Peter rolls into his back and stares at the dark patches on his ceiling, remnants of the knotholes that used to be, tensing and relaxing his gaze, squinting and releasing, rolling his eyes around in vain hopes of exhausting his eyes to closing with no luck.
He flips onto his left side with a huff and curls into the fetal position, hoping somehow he can trick his anxiety-ridden brain into believing he is safe and can sleep soundly. He’s in the middle of the woods of New York in what is likely the safest cabin in the entire world, and yet his body refuses to relax and let him sleep.
Peter slaps his comforter in frustration and bolts upright, his heartbeat drumming painfully in his chest and blood pumping in his ears. He swings his feet over the side of the bed, grabs his Midtown hoodie, and slides open the window; he sits on the edge for a moment or two before dropping silently to the ground. Slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket, Peter quietly follows the moonlit path to the dock; he stands there for a little while, tracing every shape and shadow the reflected glow will let him see, listening to every scuttle and shuffle in the trees and on the ground.
He wouldn’t pick out the light footsteps in any other circumstance, but their contrast to those he’s more familiar with sets him at ease.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” Peter chokes out as Pepper comes to stand beside him.
The woman is hugging her bathrobe to herself despite the warmth of the season, but she doesn’t seem agitated from what Peter can tell.
“You didn’t.” There’s an undercurrent of a scoff in her tone. “Overseas conference call. We had to meet on their terms.”
“That’s not fair.”
“We trade off.”
“Oh.”
They stand in silence for a few beats before Pepper sighs.
“He struggles with insomnia, too, you know.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Afghanistan. His heart. New York. That crazy Russian. Hammer. Ultron. Thanos. St-….Everything. I’d be amazed if he went through everything he has while maintaining a decent sleep schedule.” Pepper’s tone is a little hard, but Peter knows she doesn’t mean ill will toward him. She’s been with Tony through far longer than he has. She’s quiet for a few seconds before quietly adding, her tone lighter, “He called an Iron Man suit on me once.”
Peter sucks in a breath.
“I don’t think he meant to, but he had so much going on that he wasn’t dealing with already, and…we were going through a rough patch…The anxiety was eating him alive. Don’t tell him I told you all of that.” Her tone is more conspiratorial than regretful. “He’s never forgiven himself for it, but you should know. He deals with it, too. The anxiety. Feeling unsettled all the time.”
“There’s just…always something. I feel like can’t really rest.”
Pepper nods. “I don’t know the full scope of your abilities, but May’s told me about your…Peter Tingle?”
Peter cringes. “Spider Sense is what I prefer, but yeah. Maybe that’s related to all of this.”
“Probably.” Pepper is quiet for a moment. “You know…he would do whatever he needs to help. All you have to do is ask.”
“Okay.” Peter turns just a bit and gives her a tired smile. “Thanks, Pepper.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Pepper holds out an arm for him, and he gladly steps in to it.
Peter will always be secretly, selfishly thankful for how Morgan softened the Starks while he was gone, allowing him to fall in their never-ending streams of comfort that didn’t exist before he disappeared.
Peter feels a pull where Pepper’s hand rests on his shoulder, and he allows her to guide them back inside. He falls asleep an hour later.
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Tony has multiple business calls the next day, so it’s mid-afternoon when Peter finally gets some alone time with his mentor-turned-father-figure. They’re sitting on a small pier Tony built over the lake, swinging on a bench swing Morgan insisted they needed after Pepper had one installed on the front porch months earlier. They’re seated on opposite ends of the swing, Peter’s feet propped between them as they gaze out over the water, each lost in their respective thoughts.
Peter taps Tony’s arm with his toes after a while, and the man scrunches up his nose in false disgust.
“The last thing I want on my arm, even lower on the totem pole than Morgan’s boogers, is stinky teenager feet.”
“I will have you know that I clean my feet quite well and quite regularly, my good sir.” Peter falls into a vaguely British accent, accentuating each of the last three words with its own individual toe tap to Tony’s arm.
“Disgusting. I’m tainted.” Tony rests his arm over the back of the swing. “So, I hear you and Pepper had a little late night stroll to the dock.”
“She told you?”
“FRIDAY did. She’s a bit of a tattletale.”
“She really is.”
“Woke me up and everything, and I was finally getting a good night��s sleep.”
Peter feels heat rise to his cheeks. “Sorry. Uh, and sorry you haven’t been sleeping well.”
Tony shrugs. “It happens. Especially when I go from being in the city, as we were in Bangladesh, to being back out here in the quiet. Hard to adjust sometimes. To relax fully.”
“Yeah.” Peter stares resolutely out at the lake.
“So, what were you and my wife chatting about at such an hour?”
“Just…business?”
“So you got up and took Pepper out to the dock to ask her about her business call?”
“Not exactly. I mean, it came up, but…I was out there first.”
“Oh, really? So she came out as a recon. mission, then?”
“I guess so.”
“Why were you out there in the middle of the night, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“….I couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah? Why not?”
Peter inhales through his nose. “Not sure. But it’s not a big deal.”
“If you say so.”
Peter looks through the corners of his eyes and finds Tony studying him before the man decides to stand, stretching and popping his back as he does so.
“Care for a walk around the lake?”
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Peter collapses onto the couch when they return, staring through the windows to the side porch and watching Tony and Pepper prepare dinner together on the outside grill.
Morgan is hunched over at his feet, scribbling furiously in her current favorite coloring book.
“Whatchya doodling, Moomoo?”
“A cat.” Morgan holds up a good-sized image of what is now an orange tabby.
“Looks good.”
“Thanks.” The little one goes back to her coloring, more quietly this time, and Peter settles back against the arm of the couch. He stares at the ceiling, willing himself to relax if it means he can even get a nap in before dinner, but his body just won’t have it. He can hear his heartbeat. Morgan’s heartbeat. Every mechanical and electrical noise in the house goes in and out of focus as he just lays there, trying not to show his frustration and upset Morgan.
“Hey, Pete.” Tony pokes his head in and nearly makes the teen jump. “Can you grab the meat out of the fridge?”
“Yeah.” Peter sits up slowly and stands, feeling Tony’s eyes on him as he crosses to the kitchen. “Sh-oot.” Peter catches himself just in time after his toe has a gnarly collision with a dining table leg. “Missed that somehow…” He grumbles as he pulls the food out of the freezer and brings it back to Tony. Peter just catches the man’s critical gaze before it snaps into easy speculation.
“Thanks, bud.” Tony claps a hand on Peter’s shoulder, and they go out together, Peter’s hopes of relief forgotten as the afternoon melts into evening.
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It’s the same old story, and one he is so tired of re-living.
Peter full on glares at the ceiling as his heart pounds in his chest, refusing to slow down no matter how he tries to force out slow, even breaths. He clenches his eyes shut but the frustrated tears have already bloomed there and spilled over his cheeks, drawing twin lines down over his temples and pooling on his pillow. He swipes a hand over his face and sniffs hard, rolling onto his side to glare at the clock now.
3:33am.
The witching hour. Or at least that’s what MJ calls it. It definitely feels like he’s being hexed right now as his eyes seem to remain open of their own accord, in spite of all of his efforts to get them to comply with the exhaustion in his limbs, his bones.
“Why the hell can’t I sleep?” He mouths silently at the glowing numbers, the frustration spilling over again, but he doesn’t bother to wipe them away this time. He doesn’t cry all that often, really, not when he’s mad, at least, but night after night of not sleeping enough, especially after exerting himself so much, has worn him thin, and crying is all he can do to keep from screaming, stomping, hurling and throwing things. He’s past the point of being upset with his insomnia and reached the point of searing anger, at himself for not being able to overcome this obstacle and whatever power has placed this plague on him. He grits his teeth until his jaw aches, and he nearly cracks a tooth when an owl sees fit to chime in on his thoughts from outside his window.
Peter pushes himself up and gazes toward his window, the scene from last night playing through his mind in a strange 3rd person point-of-view, as if he is FRIDAY watching him from the house instead of himself experiencing it. Something Pepper said pokes at his consciousness, and he frowns.
You know…he would do whatever he needs to help. All you have to do is ask.
All you have to do is ask.
Peter stares intently at the window for a moment, contemplating before he finally sighs deeply and throws his covers off. As much as he hates to put anything else on the man’s plate, Peter knows that Tony will understand his plight; plus, he’s been eyeing Peter ever since he arrived, so the teen figures it’s more merciful to put the man out of his miserable curiosity.
Peter stops outside of Tony and Pepper’s door, listening for a moment and frowning when he only hears one person breathing and snoring softly. Definitely not Tony. He quietly pads to Morgan’s door and listens, only hearing the even lighter breathing of the little girl, and his brows crease.
Peter heads toward the stairs and picks up the faint light shining from downstairs; he quietly mounts them and steps down to the ground floor, absorbing Tony sitting on the couch with a book in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. It’s so domestic that it brings the tears back to Peter’s eyes, the idea of Tony finally being this relaxed and at home somewhere pulling at something deep in Peter’s core.
“I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Tony’s voice startles Peter, the silence Peter hadn’t realized he’d settled in to shattered, and now the air holds an expectation of being filled with vibrating waves that Peter isn’t sure he’s ready to relinquish. The idea of finally confiding in Tony had seemed palpable when he was upstairs, alone and breaking anyway, but now that he’s here and sees Tony, thinks back to everything he’s been through, Peter suddenly feels selfish and silly.
“Quit overthinking. Come sit with me.”
Peter’s gaze snaps from the window to which it’s wandered and back to his mentor. Tony has put down the book and tea by now and is watching him intently but not oppressively; there’s no scrutiny in his eyes or demand in his body language, just an open invitation.
Peter crosses the room stiffly and sits beside Tony, staring ahead and body refusing to relax right away.
“Geez, you’re wound up tight. Come here.” Tony beckons Peter toward him, and the teen stares.
“What?”
“I’m gonna rub your shoulders, kid. Don’t make it weird.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable with it, then I won’t.”
“No, it’s okay….I’m just….getting used to it.”
“To what?”
“To you being all…”
“Domestic?”
“Exactly.”
Tony snorts.
“That’s like, the one benefit of disappearing for five years.”
Tony clenches his jaw, and Peter sighs through his nose. It’s always too soon for Tony.
“Sorry…I just mean…You had a kid while I was gone. You got all paternal and stuff, and now I get to reap the benefits of that, I guess.”
“Yeah, we’re definitely more touchy feely than before, huh?”
“I just figured that was because you missed me.” Peter smiles a bit, mischief tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I did, kid. So much.”
Peter’s smile falls to neutrality. “I know. I….I guess I missed you, too. I don’t remember much.”
“Hopefully we’ll keep it that way.” Tony mumbles. “So, shoulder rub?”
Peter considers for a moment. “Sure, why not.” He scoots closer to Tony, and the man’s warm hand on his tense neck and shoulder muscles immediately help him relax just a fraction.
“Geez, kid; you been working out these muscle groups or have you been that tense over finals?”
Peter blinks. “You know, now that you mention it, I guess I have been pretty tense over the last couple of weeks.”
“Yeah? You think that’s causing your sleeping problems?”
“How did you know about that?”
“This is the second night in a row that you’re awake with a Stark parent in the dead of night in one of the safest places in the world. Call it a hunch.”
Peter lets out an involuntary snort. “Yeah…It’s been a solid two weeks since I got a good night of sleep.”
“Two Fridays ago?”
“Yeah.”
“Why? Did you procrastinate? Too many Spidey hours?”
“No, no, I was ready just…nervous I guess. Not sure why. I guess because I had a lot of tough academic classes this semester. There’s just kind of an air of tension, you know? Even if I feel okay, if everyone else is stressed out, I just kind of pick up on that. I guess it’s my senses.”
“That makes sense.”
“And sometimes I tend to just….hang on to that tension even after the school year is over, you know? After I took my first AP Exam, I had three separate dreams that I was taking the exam over again. It’s like a high that I can’t come down from or something.”
“Mmm.” Tony hums his attention while giving special care to a particularly tough knot near the base of Peter’s neck. “Geez, kid, we really have to work on your posture. No more studying in bed.”
“Oh, yeah, May told me not to do that.”
“Wait, did you actually study in bed?”
“…..Yeah.”
“Pete. Kid. You’re too smart for this. Seriously, you should only sleep in your bed. Anything else encourages you to be awake in that space.”
“When did you become an expert on this stuff?”
“When I became a workaholic and was doing work in the comfort of my bed that I couldn’t ever sleep in because my mind was always buzzing with work to be done.”
“Oh….ah!” Peter flinches as Tony pushes his metal thumb against the aforementioned knot.
“Sorry, bud. This one’s a booger.”
Peter squirms uncomfortably as Tony presses on the tough spot in his back, sucking in a harsh breath when the man ups the pressure but sagging in relief when he eases off.
“Anything else bothering you?” Tony prompts quietly as he places his flesh hand over the base of Peter’s neck to massage the top of his spine.
Peter nearly groans as Tony works at the new spot of tension he’s found. “….No, not really.”
“You hesitated.”
“So?” There’s more discomfort than bite in Peter’s tone.
“You’re not exactly one to choose your words carefully, Pete.” Tony’s lowers his voice and evens out his tone as much as he can. “You speed through every conversation like that ugly blue hedgehog thing.”
“Sonic.”
“Sure,” Tony shrugs. “But we were talking about you hesitating.”
“You were, really.”
“Sure, I was, but it really is one of your tells for when you’re not being totally honest with me.”
“Since when do you pay so much attention to me?” Peter’s nostrils flare just a bit after the fact.
“Ooo so that’s it, then? Feeling neglected by your mentor-slash-idol?” Tony has laced jest into his tone to compensate for the pinched brows Peter cannot see. He knows Peter looks up to him as a father figure, especially considering all they’ve been through together, and icy guilt stabs through him as he thinks of Peter missing him and longing for his re-assurance in these last days of the semester. “You know I’m always a video call away, buddy.”
“I know….” Peter winces, and Tony apologizes quietly. “…but you’re busy.”
“I’m retired, kid. Not a superhero anymore, remember? And Pepper and her people run Stark Industries.”
“You were just in Wakanda for two weeks.”
“That was…a friendly visit, we’ll call it.” Tony pats Peter’s back lightly and reclines against the couch cushions. “That’s all I can do for now, kiddo. Hand’s too tired.”
“Thanks.” Peter rolls his shoulders and settles back, too, distanced from Tony at the other end of the couch.
“Seriously, though.” Tony levels Peter with a gaze, and the teen can’t look away. “Anything you need, any time, Peter. I’m here for you. I didn’t invent time travel to get you back and pawn you off on May again.”
Peter nods, his face unreadable as he continues to stare at Tony like an animal deciding if he’s trustworthy or not.
“C’mere, squirt.” Tony holds out an arm and blinks when Peter hesitates before crawling into his partial embrace. The man sighs and leans his head back, tracing the barely visible grooves in the wood paneled ceiling. “Do you remember the last time we sat like this?”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes, smartass, but I was thinking more about the hour. The last time we were both up at 3am.”
Peter considers for a moment, following Tony’s gaze before realization seems to strike him; his eyes widen a fraction before falling to the coffee table.
“Oh, yeah.”
Tony squeezes Peter’s shoulder.
“We didn’t do a lot this year. We were both too busy on the day of to go to his grave.”
“Does that bother you?”
“A little…but it’s not like he knows. And…I don’t know if we really wanted to this year, you know? With everything that’s happened, death is just such a weird thing to think about right now.”
“That makes sense.”
Peter’s breath catches just a bit. “She gave some of his stuff away the other day. She asked me to help her carry it out to her car, and she didn’t even…acknowledge it or whatever.”
Tony is quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry, buddy.”
Peter is lost in thought for a few moments. “Well, I think so, anyway. She had donation boxes, and they were taped up, but the side was marked, ‘Ben’s Clothes’ and ‘Wedding Pictures.’ I never saw inside, so I don’t know for sure. And like I said, she didn’t say anything, which is weird for her, honestly, so maybe she was just using the boxes.”
“You could ask her.”
“I don’t think so. That would probably upset her…Besides, I doubt she actually did get rid of them, but something about loading all of that stuff into her car just…it felt like the day I first came to them, or when we moved after the blip. So much transition, and the thought of transitioning past Ben on top of how much I haven’t been sleeping was just…”
“The straw that broke the camel’s back.”
“Exactly.” Peter’s voice is thin and quiet, wispy like a passing breeze, strained like a taut muscle, and weighted with meaning like a fierce whisper.
Tony is rubbing his hand over Peter’s shoulder and pretends not to notice when Peter rubs his hand over his eyes. He does notice the second time, though, and laughs a bit when Peter lets out a loud yawn. “You sleepy now?”
“Yeah. I could sleep for days.”
“Do that. I’ll keep Momo occupied tomorrow-” Tony snorts. “Today. Sleep as long as you need to.”
“Thanks, Tony.” Peter smiles tiredly and leans his head against Tony’s shoulder; he stares blankly at the fireplace until his eyelids begin to droop.
“Oh, no. I can’t sleep here tonight; my back is too bad for that.” Tony roughly rubs Peter’s shoulder before shifting to get up.
Peter grunts and pouts, slouching into the couch.
“You can’t, either. Morgan won’t let you sleep if you’re down here.”
“True…” Peter rises with him.
“Hey, if this sleepless stuff persists, I’ll get some of the stuff we gave Steve when he was fighting insomnia after-….some stuff happened.”
“Yeah, okay. Thank you.”
“No problem at all, bud.”
They climb the stairs in silence, pad down the hall and turn to face each other when they reach their respective doors.
“Night, Pete.” Tony whispers, hand on his doorknob.
“Night, Tony.” Peter lingers for just a moment as Tony goes into his room.
The man turns to close his door but stops when he catches Peter still waiting. His brows crease, and he moves to come back out, but Peter shakes his head and looks at the floor shyly, before waving for Tony to go. Tony considers Peter for a moment, squinting at the kid before he sighs silently and nods, closing the door all the way.
Peter sighs and goes into his own room, closing the door silently behind him before he crawls into bed and falls into a dead sleep until that afternoon.
(Tony only slightly regrets promising to entertain Morgan on 4 hours of sleep.)
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