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“WE’RE SETTING UP A DECOY, FOR HORSE TRAINING!!!”
“Where’d you get your hors-“
Emerald, standing next to Jupe’s horse display she stole “WHERE’D YOU GET YOURS????!!!!!”
#nope 2022#nope jordan peele#keke palmer#daniel kaluuya#nope#Jordan peele#angel torres#emerald Haywood#OJ Haywood#Otis Haywood#this movies funny as fuck#because the characters are so weird#in their interactions with each other
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I think I love Daniel Kaluuya.
#daniel kaluuya#otis jr haywood#oj haywood#otis haywood#nope#nope 2022#hobie brown#spider punk#spider-man across the spider-verse#spiderman across the spider verse#spiderman: across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#atsv#satsv
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Aaaahhhh I'm so excited for the Nope fanfic. Don't know if you take requests but I'd kill for a fic where Angel is patched up after the whole events of Nope, just some good ol' painful wound cleaning and a lot of comfort. Either way, love the writing!! Excited to see more!!
𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒
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synopsis. the unfolding of it begins to take a toll on you after fighting a killer cloud alien with a thirst for your family's horses, siblings, and friends. Fortunately, Angel is by your side to support you.
pairing. angel torres x reader
genre and warnings. haywood!reader, black coded, hurt/comfort, blood, boobs, shower sharing, post-fic, panic attack, trauma bonding | — don't forget to reblog 🤍
The devastation left by Jean Jacket's death was harrowing.
Pieces of your family ranch were scattered across the large acres of land that you had once grown up on.
You could only imagine your father and mother rolling in their graves as they saw the ranch in complete shambles.
It was strange, all so strange, everything that had unfolded since the sunrise.
There was no celebration, no crowd cheering you on at the end of the road, just Angel.
The bleached blonde had a painfully looking limp in his walk, yet he still slung your arm over his shoulder and aided you all the way back to his van that had managed to survive the chaos that had just almost taken your lives.
Angel couldn't drive because of his injuries. The barbed wire tied around his waist had bruised his entire torso into little checkmarked scars.
His knees and hands trembled as he slumped against the window for the duration of the ride.
His face contorted into a painful wince that squeezed his eyes shut and curved his mouth into a permanent scowl.
You tried not to ask about it, ignoring the dreaded question of whether or not you both needed to be hospitalized for some of your injuries, but with America's economic state and healthcare prices, it was better to just patch each other up back at his apartment.
"You can go first," Angel grunts, tossing his house keys aside and lowering himself against his gamer chair slowly.
You could only hum in acknowledgment, fingers lingering against the doorframe as the other thumbed a message to your family group chat. A content sigh once Emerald sent a picture of her and OJ giving a bleak thumbs up in the waiting room.
You felt a weight of concern finally being lifted off your shoulders, lifting your phone to a higher angle and opening the camera app to the view of Angel stretched arched against the chair.
A hiss left his lips as he cautiously lifted his shirt away from his wounds, just a peek of his belly button in view before you quickly snapped a picture, your phone shuttering with a bright light.
You both looked like shit, both grasping at the thread of stability that was left from the trauma of it all.
Flicking on the bathroom light, flinching at your messy appearance. Your braids are strewn with dust and debris, your lips are chapped, your face is filthy, and you have cuts from flying through the air.
Your clothes were no better. Turns out, wearing a crop top during an alien battle wasn't the best fashion decision you would make.
Your shirt almost flew off of you during Jean Jacket’s petty attack that led to your home getting ripped from its foundations. Luckily, you were already running on the porch before it could suck up the roof.
Still, you were caught up in the winds, being picked up in one big dust tornado as well as Emerald.
You had unfortunately gotten the short end of the stick, losing one layer of clothing that turned out to be the most important piece of armor as a rogue shard of glass found its way into your path of flight, slashing a harsh wound into your lower torso, slamming into the ground before the piece could dig itself farther into your flesh.
Your fingers reach to yank off your top, examining the gash near your belly button by leaning against the bathroom sink.
Angel's surprised hitch of breath makes you pull away, tilting your head enough to see him hunched against the doorway.
The male looked hesitant to fully enter the small bathroom, which was only narrow enough to have you stand in the middle.
As he sat off to the side, his awkward glance redirected to other parts of the room, the moment you met eyes, his eyes quickly flickered away, searching for any false interest in anything other than your tit.
"Boy, you act like I'm bare ass naked right now," you chuckled dryly, adding to his confusion at seeing you standing in just your bra. "Haven’t you seen a girl in a bra before, right?" you teased. Angel was quick to roll his eyes. His sassy personality was creeping back slowly despite feeling and looking like shit.
"Many times, actually, my fault for being a gentleman." His tone was low and gentle, almost like he couldn't muster enough strength to talk to you any other way.
He was paying more attention to his bleeding wound, raiding the contents of his bathroom compartments to round up just enough basic medical supplies that he could at least say he was confident enough in patching himself up with them.
A pitiful shiver ran up your spine the moment he leaned forward to grip the sink for strength. "Oh fuck,"" he gasped, after using antiseptic to clean away at the gash around his stomach.
His fingers were covered in dried blood and dirt. You couldn't imagine how painfully tight the barbed wire was tugged against his skin enough to leave the red straight strip circled around his lower torso.
"You should—shower. You can shower first," he muttered, finally lifting his head, his stare in a daze, struggling to keep his eyes away from your exposed chest.
Once you had given him a nod, he started to limp out of the bathroom, your arm shooting out to grab his in a pause.
"Can you not close the door all the way?"
Angel’s brows frown for a moment, his eyes flickering towards the shower before glancing over at you once more, now with features riddled with pure concern.
"Just, you know, so I know you're…there." You explain with a stumble, watching his eyes widen just a bit with a hint of some thoughts behind them.
You choose not to question whatever he was thinking.
He answers in an awkward hum, following suit to your request as he returns to slouch back into his gamer chair, making a point to not stare at you as you underdress, completely shedding your clothes to your bare skin.
Pulling away the shower curtains and stepping into the tub, another shudder runs up your leg the moment your feet touch the cold flooring.
Turning on the water and backing away against the corner until the steam finally hits, stepping to stand directly under the stream as your eyes flutter close, letting the hot water run down against your body.
You felt so small, opening your eyes to watch the trail of blood and grime flow down the drain.
Your breath picks up, your heart starts hammering against your ribs as the tears start flowing.
A sob broke from your throat as you sat down curled under the shower stream, the ruffle of the shower curtains making you flinch farther against the wall before you realized what was blocking the path of the water from hitting your skin.
Angel crawled into the shower fully clothed to sit down and wrap his arms around you.
Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck and clung onto him as you both wept into each other's embrace.
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Emerald: I know what you're gonna say. 'Jean Jacket is a beautiful and majestic wild animal and we should treat them with respect.'
OJ: No. They're crazy and need to go down.
#emerald nope#emerald haywood#oj nope#oj haywood#otis haywood jr#otis haywood#nope#nope 2022#nope movie#nope incorrect quotes#nope film#nope jordan peele
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It’s alive, Em. It’s an animal. It’s territorial, and it thinks that this is its home.
#nope 2022#nopeedit#nope film#nope movie#nope (2022)#oj haywood#emerald haywood#jean jacket#em haywood#otis senior#otis haywood#horror#horror films#horror movies#i couldnt figure out why the coloring changes at that particular spot for the life of me#its one same layer of edits i dont get it#and im tired of tinkering with it im sorry#lazedits
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OJ Haywood from Nope
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Hey, so I watched NOPE again yesterday (You guys are really going to have to surf this hyperfixation wave with me) and I realized something.
The Haywoods aren't really related to the man in the Muybridge clip.
In the scene right before Em notices ghost in the arena, OJ is talking about their dad and he tells her "Say what you will about the man, pops made something when he created this place." They are the only black horse trainers in Hollywood according to Em. They aren't this Hollywood royalty or big legacy. Otis Sr. saw the clip of a black man riding a horse, the first video ever created, and he realized he could make something out of it. No one knows the name of man, so he creates one. He makes a spectacle out of their family, look at us, we mean something, and white directors start giving them the time of day because of it.
It's also really interesting to think of it in the movie's context of a nobody. Tmz tries to flatter Em by saying "you don't look like nobody to me" but as soon as he realizes she won't give him what he wants, he calls her a nobody again. He does the same to OJ, "be the scorpion king, stop being nobody." I have this theory about the guy credited as nobody who shows up on the last trailer but got cut from the movie. I think he's animal control on Gordy's scene. He's walking in the opposite direction to everyone else, and he's the only one who's calm. We see the shot that kills Gordy, but we don't see who fired it. Nobody kills Gordy. I think all of that is a statement on how often we pay attention to the flashy parts of Hollywood, the actors, directors and writers but we ignore the crew. The animal handlers, the most indispensable personnel when working with live animals are again and again, treated as nobodies.
#my brain exploded#I'll stand by this theory#nope spoilers#nope 2022#nope movie#oj haywood#emerald haywood#otis haywood
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My Father's House by Bruce Springsteen is so excruciatingly Emerald Haywood and her relationship with her father it physically pains me
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Nope (2022)
Dir. Jordan Peele
Starring Daniel Kaluuya, Keke Palmer, Steven Yeun and Brandon Perea
#jordan peele#keke palmer#daniel kaluuya#steven yeun#nope#us#get out#jordan peele horror#horror#aliens#ufo#ufi#brandon perea#horror film#cinematography#nope jean jacket#jean jacket#otis haywood#emerald haywood#film and tv
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Not Alpha Academy interrupting Judgment Day 🤣
You thugs lmao
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Until I found you- Sex Education
He looks at me and says, "God, you're going to fuck me up," He does this half laugh, "you know how I know?"
'How?' I ask, dumbfounded.
"Because. Because of the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh really hard and the way you give instant puppy dog eyes when you're saying 'sorry'. It's the way you look at me like I'm your entire world, but I know that one day we'll grow apart from each other because we're both so young and still searching for ourselves. And you'll be the one to let go first because God knows I could never let go of you. And when that happens, your name, your laugh, your smile; they'll all be lingering in the back of my mind even after I finally convince myself I'm over you. That's how I know."
- Excerpt from a book I'll never write. Edits @randomscribbler 🥰
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I disagree with people who say Oj should have died! What I like about Jordan Peele is that after the movie ends, and we’re done with this weird out of pocket event, the world comes back. Chris may have been reunited with Rod at the end of Get Out, but the real world horrors of racist cops and a rigged system that will make actually closing the door on this part of his life really hard came forward, reminding us that as horrific as that singular event was, the real world is just as fucked up and in reality there is no respirate. So although Emerald and Ojs personal story wrapped up happily, they are still apart of a society obsessed with media and covering spectacles without taking care for respect to be present, while also knowing the media is going to once again take ownership over shit the Haywood’s have accomplished. Their stories end happy, but they are still stuck in our world which quickly reminds us and the characters that they don’t get to fuck off into happily ever after just because they won, they now have to deal with the shit the movie was a metaphor for. I think that’s “perfection” on Peeles parts
#nope 2022#nope jordan peele#get out#Jordan peele#get out Jordan peele#nope#keke Palmer#emerald haywood#otis haywood#oj haywood#daniel kaluuya
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What I said: I loved Nope (2022)
What she meant: Nope is an excellent film and commentary on how spectacle and entertainment can be butchering by nature and of one self (I.e., Jupe’s history from being a child star to his creation of the show ranch that led to his downfall), the idea of taming forces of nature for control vs respecting/acknowledging them (I.e., Otis not looking in Jean Jacket’s “eye” against Jupe Park contacting her, etc.), how accrediting creators, especially black content creators, is essential to history as is seen in the opening scene with Em Haywood mentioning the family history
#nope#nope film#nope spoilers#nope 2022#jordan peele#keke palmer#steven yeun#daniel kaluuya#Jean jacket#ricky jupe park#emerald haywood#oj haywood#Otis jr Haywood#chitty chats#brandon perea#angel torres#sci fi#horror#jupe park#and also recognizing that Jordan peele appreciates anime like neon genesis evangelion and akira#also I’m loving the Beyoncé fan cams to Jean Jacket and Alien Superstar
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. + 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒
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synopsis. trauma bonding with your least favorite bleached blonde coworker.
pairing. angel torres x reader
word count. 1.4k
genre and warnings. movie canon, none gender specific reader, strong language, movie canon violence, hurt/comfort, angsty, enemies to lovers, clothes sharing, smoking, men cry get over it, clothes sharing, trauma bonding | — me rewatching the movie just to see what type of gaming setup Angel has.
Two months ago, two fucking months ago, you had been employed to floor the electronics aisle station with the annoying bleached blonde incel that would always explain things to you in the most condescending tone.
His annoyance would only get worse since you heard whispers about his one-year relationship ending in him getting coldly dumped as well as ghosted by his "actress" girlfriend.
It was none of your business in the first place, but you did have to admit the smirk that grew on your face when your coworkers were talking shit in the breakroom.
You never thought that Angel and you would ever see eye to eye on anything, expecting him to be just another male you’d be forced to work with until the company decided to let you go or you finally bit the bullet and resigned.
All of those assumptions were formed before you two had met the Haywood siblings, before you had your own ideas when it came to conspiracy around why OJ wanted you to set up cameras from his roof pointing towards the sky, thinking he was having some sort of nervous emotional breakdown from living in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.
Witnessing the proof from behind the camera’s left, you were startled enough to cling onto Angel’s arm as his fingers trembled to dial Emerald’s phone number. That night alone was the first step in the odd relationship you had formed.
The second step was Angel appearing in your driveway with the company van roaring you awake on your day off.
It's not like you had gotten much sleep, still shaken up from the night before, watching the cams behind Angel's shoulder was enough to spook you both for an unprompted drive back to the family ranch in more casual wear.
In hopes for some type of answer, only a very few of your questions were answered, coming to the mind-boggling realization that the still cloud hovering in the sky was in fact something to be worried about.
Setting up more security measures to capture what the hell was truly unfolding, even with an extra pair of hands, the number of camera procedures left you two fiddling with the wires until dark.
Just as you two hopped in ready to head back home, making it only a few inches away from the farm, it happened.
The first attack shuts off all power completely. Angel dragged you under the dining room table, one hand welding a kitchen knife and the other wrapping around your torso as if his life depended on it. As Jean Jacket rained a thick thunderstorm of blood and items sucked up from the Jupes stage, the indent of his fingers pressing into your skin was already forming bruises.
You could only silently cry as the entity hovered above the home, struggling to hold your breath as the pace of your heart rang in your ears.
You don't remember how long you and Angel stayed under the table clinging onto each other, but it was enough for you to jump to your feet the moment that OJ’s van crept down the driveway.
Angel blocking the front door, holding you and Emerald back from stepping foot out of the home in cowardness, the blonde taking a slap in the face to shake him up enough to let you two slip from the front door and away into safety.
The third was less stressful; Angel welcomed the Haywood siblings as well as you into his small studio apartment in the city.
It made common sense to seek refuge at his place. You refused to return home on your own, not wanting to deal with the lingering silence at your own flat.
His room was filled with gaming trinkets and posters from cartoons and shows that you’d probably geek out about if you weren't so shaken up over the fact that you could have died hours ago.
The first thing you did was shower. The warm steam was just as relaxing as the water pressure in the small complex. You only realized after your shower that you didn't have a spare change of clean clothes.
Four. Being high wasn’t something that foreign; the feeling of the blunt against your lips and smoke exhaled through your nose as you lounged upside down on top of Angel’s sofa.
Your hand raised just the right amount for his lips to meet the end of the blunt while he used his hands to play VR. "You okay?" OJ asked from the chair beside you two.
The question had genuinely left you feeling off guard, and you sat up before all the blood could rush to your brain.
Your fingers fidgeted with the sweater strings from Angel’s Ghost hoodie that engulfed your future entirely, the material like plush against your clean skin.
"Could be better, honestly, but I'm alive."
Five. The feeling of Angel’s fingers linking with yours as his headset stayed on felt like a sense of stability, something in the way that your heart beat just a little louder from the contact.
You had been craving his touch since you two had shared the bed for the night. Emerald snored on the couch as OJ took a blanket and pillow to rest in the van.
You stirred away to the feeling of Angel tossing and turning against his sheets at the other end of his mattress.
Once he had caught your eye, he whispered a genuine apology, continuing how he was having trouble falling back to sleep after everything had just unfolded.
Six, you draped your arm over Angel's torso, cuddling against him, feeling goosebumps form on the back of his neck as your cheek brushed against him.
"I like you." You hold him closer as his eyes squeeze shut and he cries in your arms.
Returning back to the ranch was the hard part, still in Angel’s hoodie as Holst was added to the equation, another player to help bait the cryptid being to attack once more.
You were put on gear duty with Emerald stealing the inflatable dancers from any car dealership that you could get away with setting up for the perfect plan to capture Jean Jacket.
And that’s when shit hit the fan.
Seven, you were based in the ranch home with Emerald, keeping watch from the windows as the plan unfolded. What you didn't expect to see through your binoculars was the biker zooming down the long driveway.
"Hey, you gotta get the hell up out of here." You shout from the second-story window.
The biker's helmet only turns eerily towards your direction, Emerald stalking towards the male from the ground as he pulls out his camera.
You could only shake your head as he pulled down the road, leaving a cloud of smoke trailing behind him, flinching as his bike smacked straight into the zone, sending him flying as his body bounced and slid against the dirt with a painful thud.
It was the start of where things started to hit the fan; OJ going off the path and walking straight into the zone towards the biker's body in an attempt to save up before he could get sucked up, creating a dustball where it fell.
The pleading screams of the biker being digested echoed from a distance.
The original plan fell apart entirely, as just in the moment of celebrating, Holt lost it. Muttering something almost as cryptid as the alien over the walkie-talkie
"Angel!" you screamed, watching Jean Jacket peak from the clouds and swallow everything in its path.
The entity's attention caught your glance as you stumbled away from the windows and rushed down the second story stairs, just inches away from being impaled by the debris that covered from the strong winds that started to lift the house from its old foundation.
Your body was rag-dolling through the air as you were picked up into the sky a few feet from the ground.
The hoodie from Angel's sweater smothered your face as you slammed to the ground, landing flat on your stomach, knocking the air from your lungs as you clutched your ribs.
Your body shuddered as your fingers brushed against something under the sweater.
Lifting the thick material away with a wince, your eyes watered at the sight of a leaking gash right beside your belly button.
Your head leaned back with your eyes squeezed shut, and all you could do was cry.
Eight, your entire side felt like it was set aflame as Angel placed your head on his lap.
“I like you too,” he mumbled, both of you staring up into the clouds watching Jean Jacket's remains scattering in the air.
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We need to imagine OJ Haywood in Alien deducing the alien's behavior patterns– just OJ in every single horror movie that has a non-human creature as the antagonist.
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Something something em being the one to defeat jean jacket the alien when the plan was for OJ to do it in a direct reversal of the situation with jean jacket the horse....
#its all circular its ALL CIRCULAR.#oj haywood#emerald haywood#nope#nope (2022)#nope 2022#nope jordan peele#em haywood#otis jr haywood#jean jacket#personal shit tm
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