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Coming home after a long, roller coaster kind of day and sitting down with snacks to watch "The Little Mermaid 2023" for the first time on Disney+...perfect.
#the little mermaid 2023#the little mermaid live action#ariel x eric#halle bailey#jonah hauer-king#saw it twice in theaters and it is just as wonderful now#perhaps even more so
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Niko!! what'd you think of I saw the tv glow. I finally saw it last night and noticed you posting about it so I wanted to know your thoughts :)
Levi!!! I was JUST wondering what you were thinking about the movie after I saw you posting about it as well... we are so media discussion pilled in this way, it's awesome. ANYWAYS I've had so many thoughts since I first saw it and I've been trying to turn them into something coherent for a little bit now.
Ummm okay I have written 1k+ words about this movie, the suburbs, and escapism via teen TV.... clearly I was dying for somebody to ask this I guess so thank you for indulging me <3
First and foremost, I absolutely loved it! I've seen it twice now and the first time I watched it I got to see Jane Schoenbrun talk about the film right after. I already really liked it from that first watch alone. I found it so deeply relatable to my experiences - both in terms of growing up gay and trans, but where I am now in my 20s trying to navigate adulthood. Hearing what Schoenbrun had to say really cemented my feelings and thoughts about the film.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a big influence on the movie (it's why Amber Benson makes a cameo as Johnny Link's mom). Even though I don't have the same emotional link to Buffy since I never watched it, I recognize it as the same type of warmth I experienced growing up with Riverdale. When Owen says he feels like his insides have been scooped out but that he's too afraid to look and have that wrongness everybody knows is there be confirmed, Maddy simply responds "Maybe you're like Isabel. Afraid of what's inside you." Tears forming but not falling, breathing shallowly, I grabbed the paper and pen the theater keeps at the seats for people to order food with and wrote that line down - the slip of paper is still somewhere in my car. Writing it now almost feels lame in its simplicity, but it felt like my insides were being flayed open.
During the director discussion, Schoenbrun talked a little bit about this idea of how truly fucking bizarre it is to grow up in the suburbs. Like, when we think about the pinnacle of normality in American culture, it's the image of middle-class cis-hetero-white suburbia. At the same time, despite this cultural dream of normality, everybody is hyper-aware that the suburbs are one of the least normal things ever. So, the ACTUAL cultural understanding of it is that it's where we go to, like, passively kill ourselves (*George Costanza voice* WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY YOU KNOW!). This idea isn't new, I mean there are so many films and shows about navigating that specific bizarre dissonance from Rebel Without a Cause to Heathers to Twin Peaks. Probably half the pre-teen to teen TV I watched obsessively growing up, stuff like Strange Days at Blake Holsey High, Making Fiends, Truth or Scare, and eventually Riverdale, were never shy about being weird and morbid and saying "yes, the suburbs are exactly as bizarre and lethal in the ways you can already feel in your bones at 13." I Saw the TV Glow does a really good job of keying not only into that mental dissonance but more specifically into how those of us who have felt so intrinsically weird and different and wrong fell back on these shows like they were capable of doing the emotional version of a rescue breath maneuver after being drowned.
In high school, if there were two things about me that any person who even vaguely knew me could list off it was that I watched Riverdale, and I was a lesbian - and I was mocked more for the Riverdale. At that age, I was, without a doubt, the most miserable I have ever felt in my life. I rarely left the house because my family lived in a development that made me want to scratch my skin off when I walked out our front door. Owen didn't leave the house for days, afraid Maddy could somehow force him out. I sobbed constantly and frequently to depressing indie rock on the floor of my closet while hoping my family would just once read the (honest to god) KEEP OUT poster plastered on my door since I didn't have a lock on it. Owen didn't leave his room for days, afraid of what Maddy recognized in him. I didn't go on dates and kept my chest binder shoved to the bottom of my bookbag while wearing dresses that could've come from a how-to-be the perfect 50s housewife manual. Owen didn't leave his bed for days, afraid of Maddy touching his neck and Isabel's dress. I also watched Riverdale with the kind of zeal you see in a Pentecostal who has found God and started speaking in tongues to let you know it. I own a button that says, "Don't Make Me Go Dark Betty On You," I cherish it in a way that is only achieved by knowing exactly how corny and trite it is and then moving straight past that because well actually, and most people wouldn't get this, she's holding back something deeply dark and wild and- and disgusting. something painful yet intrinsically her. but i get it, obviously. or maybe not obviously! hopefully not obviously, but- basically, I'm just saying I get it: the experience of reflection and recognition through the other and all that.
Whatever, the point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that because either way Owen is dying. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive only to come out renewed, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable and the only way out is to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. Instead he just passively lets it drag him to a much more permanent death. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?
Clearly, I’ve been enchanted by the film’s narrative and meta-textual language. If you're familiar with it, you can see how Schoenbrun built this movie like a long-form dream episode of a canceled teen show filmed in Vancouver. Lynchian? Yeah, sure. Riverdalesque? THIS we cannot possibly deny. Schoenbrun said they included Amber Benson as an act of healing the inner rage experienced at Tara’s death in Buffy. This is a Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa ending Riverdale with a bisexual polycule after his gay Archie play got ceased-and-desisted type move. There’s probably more I could say about the soundtrack and the visuals, but I’ve hit over 1k words on this, so I’ll leave it at I enjoyed this movie a lot. :)
Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unremarkable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to destroy the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must try to survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in!
#i saw the tv glow#riverdale#< the sister tag to me talking about this movie at this rate...#i saw the tv glow spoilers#asks
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Still not normal about Kudou and I decided that the best way to not be normal about him is obviously making an au where he lives.
Except he’s the only one of the past OFA users that live. No one else gets to live with him. Why? Because All For One loathes that man for stealing away his brother, for being the cause of his brother’s death. He should die but before that he should suffer. Kudou should suffer for taking what was All For One’s.
So when Kudou and All For One’s confrontation happened, All For One decides that death was too kind for him. So he took him away the moment Kudou fell unconscious.
And then when Bruce dies and he wakes up in the Vestige World, he sees a misty Kudou. And Yoichi just asks if Kudou is safe and okay. And then Bruce tells him that the last he saw of Kudou was him telling him to escape while he holds off All For One.
Both of them look at the misty version of Kudou and have a deep seated dread settle in them.
If you know MAG 172 “Strung Out” from The Magnus Archives then just go and slap that on Kudou but make it worse.
If you don’t then picture this:
You’re on a stage, and you’re an actor. Except not really because you don’t really want to be here or act. The director says that you’re the only one for this role and frankly you have no choice. So you’re up on stage and the director tells you that you’re going to be playing the part of “You”. Yes, “You”. The person you are right now. You’re going to be playing as yourself and you’re going to be playing out every single tragedy, disappointment, and loss in your life. You’re going to relive every single moment and as you play out your role, an audience watches on and laughs at you. They laugh at every single fucking miserable thing you go through and no matter how much you tell them to shut up they don’t. In fact they laugh harder. You play out your miserable life and you continue to play it out and the director applauded you for the wonderful performance but it’s never good enough.
So you keep on acting and at some point you lose track of the amount of acts you’ve been in and slowly you start losing who you really are underneath those plays. You think once or twice you played someone else’s miserable life but you don’t remember. You barely remember your name but you cling onto it because if you lose that then you have nothing. You don’t have anything anymore because you’re an actor and your appearance can change at the drop of a hat if the director commands it.
And despite everything, the audience still fucking laughs.
So you know. Kudou isn’t doing well. He’s still (ambiguously) keeping it together but he isn’t doing well.
Then something changes and Kudou blinks and now there's someone else in front of him. The roof of the Theater is actually caved in. That doesn’t matter though. What matters is that someone new is in front of him.
(In hindsight it was a bad idea to test out how many people can be supported on the very shitty building that Kurogiri brought them in. At the same time all of them were bored and Twice came up with a good way to pass the time so sue them. They went and did it and was entertained for a glorious 30 minutes.
Iguchi has to admit though this was a stupid way to entertain themselves. And he can already see Kurogiri berating him on their choices.
Now though he thinks it’s been a good idea to have the game play out. Because there’s a theater down here. And there’s a person here. And they’re in a show that’s been going on for a million acts and they looked pained.)
Vaguely, Kudou recognizes the person in front of him. The Peerless Thief right? Except it’s been Act…something million now. He can’t remember the number anymore. So that must mean he’s dead already right? But he recognizes Oji and he wants to break down and cry and hug him because they may not have gotten along the best but gods this is the first time someone else that wasn’t some mockery or All For One was in front of him.
(Sako lies and reassures the man in front of him.
He lies and he’s being mistaken for the Peerless Thief and in any other moment he would be thrilled. Flattered even. But all he can focus now is the desperation and the fact that he’s holding tight onto Sako and crying and apologizing for incredibly minor things.
He lies and he wants to throw up because he is clearly not the person this man is looking for. And he wishes he was telling the truth instead of telling lies for momentary comforts.
He wants to ask how he knows his great great grandfather but this isn't the time and all he can do is assure the man that everything will be okay.)
And then he blinks and before he knows it he's out. He thinks he's out at least. He thinks he's out. For all he knows this could be a trick. Another tragedy to play out. Another mask to wear.
(When Kurogiri arrived back at the base with groceries, he was expecting a punched in wall at best and a fire at worst.
What he wasn't expecting was the floor being broken and the League looking like they all came out of a fight. He wasn't expecting a man being supported by Magne. He wasn't expecting the man to panic when they asked for his name and start to, quite literally, glitch in and out of appearances, frantically asking himself who he was and frantically asking himself if he still had his own face.
It took them about an hour to calm him down.
He doesn't know what happened but Kurogiri swiftly moved the League and the man to another safe house.)
Kudou probably shouldn't be trusting a group that literally calls themselves "The League of Villains" but they came through the roof and honestly, Kudou is tired.
So he accepts his situation and goes to sleep on the nearest couch.
He dreams of Bruce and Yoichi and for the rest of his dream, he quietly holds their hands.
-<>-
(anterior sneaking in with art for this au :3, enjoy)
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#my hero academia au#boku no hero academia au#bnha au#mha au#music box au#second ofa user#my hero academia kudou#shigaraki yoichi#third ofa user#my hero academia bruce#my hero academia spinner#iguchi shuichi#sako atsuhiro#mr compress#kurogiri#mod kiwi#mod anterior#anterior art#can you tell that I am normal about One For All Users? -Mod Kiwi#ask to tag
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My Thoughts on Wish 💫💜🌳🐐🫧
⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️
FUCK I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG
First of all, this review is dedicated to that one Wish stan on Twitter who said I have "no media literacy" when I tried to say that Magnifico wasn’t really threatening, but wasn’t trying to start off a big fight or anything.
I hope that person is having a wonderful day, and I hope this review proves that I do actually have media literacy 🥰🥰
Now, back to the film:
I really wanted to like this movies guys. A film about the origins of the wishing star sounded amazing!
And after I saw the film TWICE in theaters, I was in love. I thought surely my opinion wouldn’t change.
But…the more I thought about the movie, the worst it got.
For example, the songs. I don’t think I need to explain to you guys why "I let you live for free and I don’t even charge you rent" and "throw caution to every warning sign" and "watch out world here I are" DO NOT WORK.
I don’t blame the songwriters for this, because I’m sure they are very talented people.
But they were clearly not the people who should have been in charge of the music.
Not to mention the fact that Julia Michaels was given TWO WEEKS to write “This Wish”….
The Characters
Asha 💜
I like Asha’s design enough, like her braids. But her personality is as bland as a scoop of vanilla ice cream (jk, vanilla ice cream is goated).
Lots of people have complained that the “adorkable” leading lady trope has worn out its welcome.
I used to disagree since those “quirky” characters were some of my favorites (Like Rapunzel, Mirabel, and Moana), but Asha has definitely reached my limit with them.
Rapunzel, Anna, Moana, and Mirabel all feel like distinct characters from each other (yeah stfu ModernGurlz), but Asha feels like an imitation of them, like the cheap Walmart version.
And she’s not really interesting either, she has a passion for art, but the film doesn’t do anything with it. In fact, nothing about her feels genuine. She feels so hollow and like she only has two personality traits: Quirky and the protagonist.
Like, during “This Wish” (which is probably the worst Disney “I want” song ever) I never felt connected with her. It just felt like, oh this is the Disney “I want” song because this is a Disney movie.
I didn’t understand what Asha wanted, “something more for us than this”? Okay…what about you? What do you want?
With all the other Disney “I want” songs, I could feel a connection and what the character wanted.
So yeah, Asha is probably the worst protagonist in the modern era of Disney. At least in terms of writing.
And while I did say I like her design, I prefer her concept arts.
King Magnifico 🫧
Chris Pine seems like he is having a blast in the recording booth, and I gotta say his performance was pretty good. But it wasn’t enough to save this character :/
So, the main problem with his character is that I can kinda agree with him on the whole wishes thing. But, I also barely found him threatening.
The most threatening things he does in this movie is crush a bunch of balls (that’s what she said) that make people feel sad and chain everyone to the ground.
Not only that, Magnifico’s use of his magic is SO LAME! Another major reason I was never intimated by him is because he never did anything really scary or threatening with his magic, all he could do was create giant hands and chain people up. Like…ok? Is that all you got? Really? 😑
Also, I don’t think I need to tell you that his villain song SUCKS ASS. You know it, everyone knows it. I’m not getting into it. Go listen to a real villain song like "Hellfire" or “Friends on the other side" instead.
As for the other characters, I don’t have much to say about them unlike Asha and Magnifico.
Star ⭐️
The Star was really really cute, even tho they were just a Luma/marketable plushie. And also REALLY reminds me of a squish mallow, am I the only one who sees that?
I should definitely mention how he was originally gonna be a StarBoy, but we’ll get to that later don’t you worry. That is a VERY important element in our discussion.
The Other Characters This Movie Has
Amaya is so BORING! She barely has a character outside of being the queen and Magnifico’s wife, she was just…there. You could remove her from the movie with very little tweaking and nothing would change.
I would’ve preferred it if she was also a villain like Magnifico, which WAS originally in the script. But like StarBoy, that is something we will get to later.
The Teens are fine, but really forgettable. I like how they are all based off the Seven Dwarves, that’s cute. But it feels like they didn’t have any character outside of that.
Yeah, Dahlia is Asha’s bestie, but there wasn’t enough scenes between them to show me their dynamic to make me feel like their friendship was genuine.
Simon ended up snitching out on Asha and betraying the Teens in the middle, but I literally couldn’t have cared less because what do we know about this guy other than he’s sleepy and gave his wish to Magnifico?
As for the other Teens, just like Amaya, they could’ve been removed from the script and barely anything would change. The grumpy one had some sassy moments, and he’s voiced by Harvey Guillén (Perrito’s VA) so that’s something I guess. The shy one had this one gag that had comedic potential, but wasn’t really expanded.
And as for the other Teens…uh…I can’t remember a single thing they did honestly.
And then there’s Valentino…fuck that goat man. 😑 I love Alan Tudyk and his roles in other (better) Disney movies, but yeah Valentino is definitely my least favorite role he’s ever done.
All of his jokes were unfunny, and were mostly butt jokes. Which is probably my least favorite form of comedy ever that I cannot stand for the life of me.
Speaking of which, this movie just was not funny. None of the jokes made me laugh or chuckle or even smile.
Raya and the Last Dragon is a Disney movie that I really don’t like, but there were some jokes that got a chuckle or smile out of me. Wish didn’t even have ONE good joke.
Uhh…Asha’s grandpa was build up as someone important but he just peaces out in the middle of the movie with Asha’s mom, who did not do a single thing other than a ball getting shattered making her sad.
And that’s all the characters in this movie.
Legacy Nods, why they do not work
Alright, what else is there to talk about?
Maybe the endless amount of Disney references? I get it’s the 100th anniversary film and all and Disney has had Hidden Gems like that in their films. But the difference is the ones in previous films were subtle and hidden in the background, and it would probably take you a rewatch to see it.
But in Wish? They all feel shoved down your throat. It’s like: “HEY REMEMBER THIS MOVIE??" “REMEMBER THAT??” “DON’T YOU WANNA WATCH THAT MOVIE???” It’s so exhausting.
When I heard the movie was gonna have “legacy nods” as they liked to call it, I was excited and thought it would be so much fun to point them all out and to pay closer attention to the background.
But instead every nod was thrown at my face and was heavily obvious. Disappointing 😔
The Animation
Let’s get to the animation now. It’s probably (one of) the most discussed things about this movie, especially when the teaser first dropped last year.
Lots of people were complaining it looks like a Disney Junior show or Ai and said it looks unfinished. Even one of my best friends who was just as excited for this movie as I was admitted it looked weird.
At first, I loved this art style and thought it was beautiful. And I was determined it would look even more beautiful on the big screen.
And now? I…actually still like it. I definitely don’t hate it, and thinks it gets some getting used to. I think it’s actually kinda pretty.
Apparently it’s supposed to be watercolor and combined with 2D animation, which is neat.
But compared to the films like the Spider Verse films or Puss In Boots 2, yeah it’s not the best.
I personally would’ve preferred it if the film was in 2D, Disney’s 100th anniversary would’ve been a PERFECT time to return 2D animation! But, nope 😒
Yeah it’s bad, but…
I know I’m making it seem like I hate this movie, but I really don’t. I’m disappointed in it more than anything.
If anything, I’m thankful this movie was still made.
Why?
Well, easy.
It allowed many people to be able to tell their own version of the story.
I’m sure we’ve all heard of StarBoy and the cut Evil Amaya.
And yeah, these concepts could’ve made this movie 1000x better.
But because of these concepts, so many amazing people have been given the opportunity to rewrite the movie and give amazing stories.
I have read so many wonderful Wish rewrites, which are so much better than the film.
At the end of the today, Wish is a bad movie.
But, I’m glad it exists.
Without it, we wouldn’t have gotten so many amazing stories.
I’m gonna give Wish a 4/10, still bad, but I appreciate its existence for the rewrites alone.
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hii! i was wondering if you’d be willing to provide sort of a summary on armand’s backstory? i don’t mind spoilers, it’s just that i’d really like to know a bit more about him and what shapes his actions. i’ve read iwtv and he happened to be my favourite character in it :) plus, i’m very excited for his involvement this coming season, especially in the present day interview. i’m trying to read the books in order so i’ll probably fit in tvl before may but there’s no chance of me reaching qotd or tva until after s2
Hey!
Sure!
TVL will have some of it in it (though not the whole story).
I'm putting this under the cut, just in case.
Obviously this is the backstory as it stands right now... though given the little hints we have already I actually do not think they will or need to change that much.
This is a rough overview, with a handful of comments wrt the show.
Please let me know if something is unclear.
Armand was born near today's Kiew, that area was heavily contested then. He was a gifted icon painter, and more or less expected to be one of the entombed monks one day. His actual name is Andrei.
On a ride with his father he is kidnapped and sold as a sex slave to brothels. Marius, an ancient, blond, originally roman vampire who likes to dress in red eventually buys him and gives him a home and education, with other boys, in Venice. Over the years their relationship develops, and Armand, then called "Amadeo" grows more to, let's say an intimate confidante slash lover to Marius. He knows Marius is not human, and he wants to be what he is. Marius is not wholly willing, though over time his resolve breaks, and when Armand is mortally injured he turns him as not to lose him.
Shortly after the turning they are attacked by the "Children of Satan", who kill (most of) the other boys, and who kidnap Armand. Armand thinks Marius destroyed, since he saw him burning.
Armand is tortured until he breaks and accepts the rules of the "Children of Satan", led by Santino. He lives with them, until he is assigned the role of the leader of the coven in Paris. Allessandra, who gives him the name "Armand", goes there with him.
A few centuries later Armand encounters a blond blood drinker who wears red - he is heavily reminded of his maker, and in a way "imprints" on him - this is, of course, Lestat. Lestat, who brings his mother Gabrielle, and then his lover Nicolas across. Lestat who defies the rules Armand tries to impose on him (Armand tries to enforce the rules and make Lestat submit by hunting him, and kidnapping and torturing Nicolas) immediately, and who ultimately ends up destroying the remnants of Armand's world view when he does so.
Armand, unmoored and almost alone after having thrown a lot of his own coven into the fire, tries to find a new purpose. Lestat gives the theater to him, and Nicolas, who has gone more or less mad after turning. Though Armand tries to make Lestat love him, the way he goes about it actually makes sure he does not succeed, because he tries by force, by spell-binding and force-feeding. There is attraction though, but it stays an attraction that never takes the last step.
Armand tells Lestat and Gabrielle his story, and hopes to come with them, but Lestat and Gabrielle decline. Armand tells Lestat he can always come back for help.
Lestat leaves Paris with Gabrielle to look for Marius, of whom he knows from Armand's story.
Armand leads the coven in the theater, Nicolas writes plays and music for them, until he goes so mad Armand knows no other way to control Nicolas other than to cut off his hands and starve him, and eventually Nicolas goes fully mad by hunger and pain, and when he gets his hands back (limbs/digits etc can be reattached) he throws himself into a fire.
(In the show we know Lestat returned twice to Paris, so it stands to reason they might have met up again then as well, but that is a change from the books.)
Armand continues to lead the theater, but he gets more and more disillusioned with it all, and when Louis comes along the coven of that theater consists of (almost completely) different vampires than when Lestat left there.
It's a bit unclear what the exact time frame is, but Lestat arrives approximately at the same time as Louis does.
Lestat goes to Armand after the murder attempt, to beg for healing blood - and Louis' (and Claudia's) life. Armand, mightily interested in this "Louis", this most human vampire... throws Lestat in a dungeon and goes to meet Louis. And, fortunately, falls for him.
He influences Louis to turn Madeleine so she and Claudia can leave, but Louis refuses to leave them. The coven knows that Claudia attempted to kill Lestat and there is a trial, a trial Armand does not stop. A trial where a tortured and half mad Lestat is made to testify against them. A trial where Louis is judged to be entombed, and Claudia and Madeleine to death.
Armand sees this as an opportunity to try out a surgery, ostensibly to give Claudia what she wants most - a grown up body. He chops off her head and sews it onto another vampire's body. The procedure works, but Armand himself is repulsed by the horrific result and has Claudia and Madeleine put into the sun, where they burn to ashes.
The vampires give the yellow dress Claudia wore to Lestat afterwards. Armand (eventually) frees Louis, claiming he could not prevent it, and takes him to Claudia. Louis tries to gather her ashes but Armand takes him away, and spell-binds him, when he asks for Lestat.
Louis eventually breaks free, and tells Armand not to go to the theater the next night. He goes and burns the whole thing down, killing all inside.
Armand takes Lestat and throws him off a tower, telling him Louis is dead.
Louis is numb after, and Armand goes with him. Armand tells Louis Lestat is dead. They wander the world for decades. Live in New York for a long time. Eventually Armand tells Louis that Lestat had not died in the fire, which makes them go to New Orleans. There Louis tries to find Lestat.
Supposedly Louis finds Lestat, broken and still healing, and leaves him there. (Lestat contradicts that later.) And supposedly Armand goes to Lestat to complain about Louis.
Armand and Louis break up after that.
Armand goes on alone, for a while (in the books).
When Louis gives his interview to Daniel in San Francisco he is around though, and he saves Daniel. In the books, he puts him in a cage, and then tells him to run. He hunts Daniel around the globe. The hunt becomes a chase, and eventually Armand falls in love with Daniel - and Daniel with him, though the relationship is not exactly the healthiest for Daniel. (That is "The Devil's Minion" chapter in QotD.) Night Island happens.
Lestat wakes up, tries to find Louis (and shield him) by becoming a rockstar, giving out their secrets, and writing his own life story. In the books Akasha rises, and burns a lot of their kind. Armand brings Daniel across in more or less desperation, on the way to Lestat's concert.
>> This obviously has been changed. I have theorized that Akasha did not rise, which would have chain-event repercussions. But we will have to see that, for the show. Daniel did not get changed but loses his memory instead.
In the books Akasha is eventually defeated, and the remaining vampires all come together on Night Island afterwards. But most of them are not "ready" yet. They break apart again.
When Lestat encounters the Devil Armand is there for him, and after Lestat goes mad at the end, he tries to commit suicide, but fails. In the aftermath Marius turns two mortals he loves for him, Benji and Sybille, because Armand would not. Armand dictates his life story to David.
Armand is also one of the few who may drink from Lestat while he is in the coma (and who sees "Christ" when he does so), and who can wake Lestat. He is also the one who routinely "cleans up" everywhere he is (namely any other vampires around).
Armand eventually goes back to New York, and acquires three connected town houses, the so called "Trinity Gate", in which many vampires seek shelter from time to time. Louis eventually goes and lives with him there.
>> That might be the show's Dubai penthouse, we'll see.
Armand has "lost" Daniel to Marius for a while. Daniel went a bit mad after turning, and Marius took care of him.
When the threat around Amel and Rhoshamandes happens and Lestat opens his castle in the Auvergne most vampires come together there, including Louis and Armand (and others).
Armand and Daniel reunite there, and last we see them they are together again.
Armand is one of the major players at the "court", and the past has mostly been forgiven (to errr... simplify it).
In the end, he lives with Daniel, Marius, Lestat and Louis (and a lot of others) at the court.
... I'm not sure if this summary suffices to "understand" Armand. I think you might need to actually read the books (and especially his book) there... but feel free to ask if you have further questions :)
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Prank
Bokuto Kotaro x Reader
A/n : "You are annoying prank"
Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;)
Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses
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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.
You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.
Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.
Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!
Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.
Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.
He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.
"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"
Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.
You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.
He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.
It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.
"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."
His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.
Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"
You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.
"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.
"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.
"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.
Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.
Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.
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This is dedicated to all the people who guessed wrong on this post, because nobody guessed correctly. :soojinbully:
Anonymous editor is back at it again for this one!
Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Twice, Jeongyeon, gender-unspecified reader because it's still rainbow month babyyy!, fingering, heavy make outs, a bit of embarrassment, more prose-y than normal for me, don't worry there's no actual horror in this one, voyeurism I think?, wow I spelled voyeurism right on the first try
Not Summer Yet
Jeongyeon's face, barely illuminated in a sea of pitch black, contorts in terror. Slowly, a hand rises to clasp over her mouth. Her fingers are crushing yours, grasping desperately to them like a lifeline thrown to a drowning casualty. It's not slow motion. She's just stuck that way, eyes widening slowly, like portals to some unknown hell.
You've waited for this. Yes, this terror is your fault, and exactly what you wanted. Even now, as she clings to you, fully aware of your orchestration and yet unable to deny her attachment to you, you regret nothing. A smile creeps up your lips. Yes… this will do.
The basement door opens…
Jeongyeon shrieks, and drops the mostly empty bucket of popcorn.
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"Oh my gosh, that was so scary!" She says for the seventh time since leaving the theater.
"Ha, right?" You chuckle. You've already told her about the first time you saw the movie. Old, black and white, and so masterfully directed as to cause suspenseful dread so many decades later. It's no wonder it still occasionally gets a real theater showing.
"Sheeeesh. Well… here I am," Jeongyeon gestures at the apartment building's front door. You stroll off the street with her and get an unexpected hug. It's awkward and from the side, but with a little finagling, you twist around in her arms and return it.
She nuzzles your shoulder and drapes her chin over it. Here you are, just a couple of cuddling hamsters on the sidewalk. The smell of her perfume reminds you of your first date together. You barely caught a whiff because you weren’t sniffing her like a weirdo, but it was distinct, musky, ever so slightly fruity, an unripe grove, but the kind growing the organic stuff. You’re not sure if you could say you enjoyed the excessively salty hot pot you ate together, but that matters so little, and you found out so much you have in common, at least as far as taste in all-you-can-eat ingredients is concerned.
“Do you want to come in?���
It’s a good thing Jeongyeon’s chin is over your shoulder, because you’d be pretty embarrassed at how far your eyes are popping out if she could see them. “Yeah, sure,” you say immediately to avoid the appearance of hesitation.
A key code is punched in, a door is opened. No monsters or serial killers behind this one, but you feel some amount of suspense anyway. Jeongyeon has not made any suggestions like this yet, so the presumably sexual proposition… Maybe it’s not sexual. Seems like a stretch, but it’s best to err on the side of caution, as they say and as you definitely adhere (note: that is sarcasm).
Jeongyeon guides you through the apartment. You’re not exactly unfamiliar with its layout, but you’d rather not recall your second date dammit here you go you can’t stop it. That was when you discovered that Jeongyeon was an idol, and that you were an idiot. Several of her friends tagged along. It was sort of a triple date kind of situation. You saw them and you asked Jeongyeon, “OMG, you’re friends with Twice?” and she said, “I’m in Twice.” You then spent the rest of the evening with a glowing red face while Nayeon, Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, and Mina explained in excruciating detail all of the sex they’d already had with you up until that point. Jeongyeon was unbothered, and asked you out on a third date once the wine tasting was over. The unwitting eavesdroppers sitting at the adjacent tables, however, looked very judgemental.
You snap out of that devastatingly traumatic flashback as Jeongyeon sits you down on a bed, in her room, with the lights set quite dim. She sits next to you and her fingers entwine with yours. This adorable piece of shit must think she can win you over by being cute and wholesome, and she’s correct.
“Can I kiss you?” she asks.
You don’t need to be asked Twice (get used to it because this stupid joke will be used several more times tonight). You get on that faster than Nayeon getting naked, which is a measurement of time you have experience with. Don’t think about your second date again. Think about the third.
That was the first time Jeongyeon held your hand. You were on the roof of one of the JYP office buildings, looking out over Seoul. It was perhaps the least fancy date you’ve ever been on, and barely even counted as one, according to Yeri. There was no food, music, or dancing. There were a couple bottles of mediocre beer, a couple of lingering touches, and a couple of minds exchanging deep thoughts about the secrets of the universe. It was mostly her thoughts that were deep, you’d admit. You’ve been avoiding universal secrets whenever possible since Halloween.
It’s so electric when your lips touch you think you might need to make a call to the apartment’s manager to file a safety complaint. It’s as if you’ve known her and waited for this for years… which isn’t entirely, technically inaccurate. It’s wonderful.
Her kisses are as slow as the multi-month build up to this moment. Sitting side by side as you are, you don’t have much choice, but it’s nice. Despite the initial thundershock popping you with that ten percent chance of paralysis, you’re feeling comfortable. Her nose brushes your cheek, her wistful breath puffs off of you, and her fingers curl onto your shirt sleeve.
You respond to it all in kind, resting your palm on her knee and caressing her jawline. She’s soft, and yet you’re the one who feels like you’re melting. Maybe she’s feeling the same way, but given how smoothly she pulls you down until you’re both on your backs with your legs hanging off the bed, you suspect that she’s feeling more like a marshmallow hovering over a campfire. Soft and cool, but she’s got a s’more to warm up for—That’s a horrendous simile and we’re moving on to reminisce about your fourth date.
That date was a walk in the park, literally. It was in the middle of the night, so it felt like you and Jeongyeon were the only two people in the world, hopping onto the playground swings, hand in hand, with just a pair of nearby streetlamps keeping you from tripping over the end of a slide and face planting.
“Hey,” she’d started, “Stop me if this is weird.”
Rather than quip about how you’re friends with Yerin so nothing’s weird anymore, you kept your mouth shut.
“I have a really hard time saying things like this, but I think I kind of like you.”
Back in the present, Jeongyeon’s kisses are only barely more insistent, her breath a little needier. Your instincts are teetering back and forth between flipping her over and taking the lead because you think you know what she wants or begging her for more because you’re pretty sure you know what you want. Normally you’d have so much better of a read on the situation, but Jeongyeon is like a prescription signature.
She sneaks her hand under the hem of your shirt, lightly stroking your stomach as she pushes up. Her breath gets shaky, and she lifts herself away from you.
“Sorry,” she whispers, “I… shouldn’t…”
Just like on the swings, words don’t feel right. You touch her cheek, gently guiding her to look into your eyes. Once there, you glance down at her shirt and back up, then carefully take the uppermost button of that shirt between your fingers. You hope she’s looking for permission, because that’s what you want to give her.
Good call, that was. She quickly unbuttons the rest, from the bottom to the top. Her shirt falls open and she falls onto you, all lips and hushed breaths. Your poor shirt gets stretched near to the point of ripping as you and Jeongyeon try to pull it up and out from the middle of your crushing embrace. Both of you give up at a point, unwilling to separate from each other and satisfied enough by the skin to skin contact of your stomachs.
Such a dramatic kiss is not doing wonders for your hair or hers, as your fingers clutch at each other's heads.
Besides your head, she seems to have a particular fondness for your shoulders, and you’re obviously loving the freedom you've been given to explore her back. You aren’t even sure how you managed to unclasp her bra one-handed, but at some point or another you did. The loose, stiff fabric quickly becomes a point of discomfort, but is handled just as fast. Jeongyeon sits up, thrashing an arm to throw off one of her sleeves and half of the bra. You don't get to see much as you're busy yanking your shirt over your head, but you find yourself unable to care when she catches your mouth immediately as it becomes available again.
Full upper-frontal contact has been achieved and you wonder how you survived this long without it. Jeongyeon’s breasts are some of the softest you’ve ever felt. Perhaps the softest. And you’ve felt a lot (including but not limited to half her roommates but let’s not get into that again). Maybe the marshmallow simile was… no, still feels weird rolling off the tongue in your mind.
On the note of tongues though, Jeongyeon is getting bolder and bolder, opening her mouth a bit more with each kiss, and lightly brushing her tongue across your lips.
Your first kiss had been significantly more chaste. It was your fifth date, and she’d invited you to a board game cafe. Unluckily for you, most of Itzy was there too (invited by Jeongyeon (your theory is that she prefers group dates as they deter her from delving into, and burning out on, deep conversations)). The two of you picked Ryujin to be on your team, which meant you got your asses carried to an absolute victory, crushing Yeji, Lia, and Chaeryeong’s spirits. The three of them proceeded to retaliate by embarrassing you, recounting their less than wholesome and more than sensual past encounters with you to Jeongyeon. Chaeryeong dropped another unexpected knowledge bomb though, recounting her less than wholesome past encounter with Jeongyeon. That one shocked everybody at the table, but you didn’t make a deal out of it, since Jeongyeon had at that point given you the same courtesy Twice.
The kiss had been on your cheek, barely tapping the corner of your mouth. Come to think of it, she hadn’t asked back then. Must not have been as planned as this make out session.
This make out session, speaking of which, is becoming less modest by the second. You’re not sure exactly when it happened—perhaps during your fifth date flashback—but your hand managed to get inside Jeongyeon’s jeans. You haven’t gotten very far, but your excitement ramps up as she breathes in through her teeth and shifts herself upward, pushing your fingers past and under the elastic of her underwear.
“Is this okay?” you mutter.
Her shaky, shallow breaths syncopate with her hurried nodding, and she plunges back down to you, her kisses suddenly giving off a distinctly desperate vibe. They’re a little more spread out now too, occasionally hitting your jawline and neck, sucking gently, encouraging you.
Your hand is soaked well before you actually reach Jeongyeon’s clit, but when you do, she has to back away from you to take in a full, shuddering gasp. She unbuttons and unzips her jeans quickly before dropping back into the make out. How considerate of her. That will make this a lot easier on your wrist, and gives you a tangential reminder of how fantastic her ass looked in these pants. She’d said as much herself, and pointed it out while you were in line for the movie earlier tonight (which was/is still your sixth date). Up until… well, up until right now… it was the closest—only—thing to a sexual comment she’d made to you. You briefly wonder if you should take back your prior thought about her winning you over by being cute and wholesome, but that is definitely still the case. Her restrained grip on your shoulders is undeniably and unequivocally still adorable.
Jeongyeon’s face, barely illuminated in a sea of pitch black, contorting in pleasure and only millimeters away from your own, suddenly becomes a lot more illuminated.
“—and I told him as long as I get some solid—” Jihyo gasps, loud and over-dramatic.
Jeongyeon sits halfway up, eyes screwed shut, lips tight, and shoulders hunched. “Fuck,” she whispers quietly enough it was probably not meant to be out loud.
Jihyo’s footfalls thunder down the hallway. “Nayeon, guess what!”
“I am… I’m so sorry,” Jeongyeon groans, placing her fingertips to her forehead.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you tell her, taking her hand away from her head.
She sighs and glances back over her shoulder. You follow her gaze to the door and see a barely hidden, peeping Tzuyu. Jeongyeon drapes her shirt onto her back again. She doesn’t button it, just sort of hides behind it.
“I guess…” she starts. She hangs her head like a wilting flower. Some mix of pensiveness and dejection, the depths of which you can certainly estimate, emanates from her. The last breath of spring has come and gone, and summer has arrived, beating fields down with too much heat and light. A hardier plant will be in her place soon, happy to provide color and aromas. “I guess maybe next time. I didn’t mean for—”
You take her chin between your thumb and forefinger, lifting her just a bit to look her in the eye. You like the mud and the mossy smell. “Don’t worry about it. It really is okay.”
Jeongyeon stares, half-lidded, for a few intense moments, and lays back down on top of you. Your mouths meet once more. Her passion is somewhat reduced, but you can feel it speeding up from its pause again.
Well, this is not quite what you meant by “it’s okay.” You were just trying to make her feel better about being interrupted, not suggest that it was cool for her roommates to watch your spicy make out session. You suppose it’s fine… Yeah, fuck it.
You snake an arm between the two of you and Jeongyeon shifts a little to the side to allow you access to her breast. This is the first you’ve gotten your hands on it, and you can fucking cut it out with the marshmallow shit. This has happened Twice already. Her tits are soft. You don’t recall the last time you even felt a marshmallow. The texture is completely different. You know marshmallows are dry as hell. You don’t need this explained to you. This is in your head. Oh, and it’s a damn good thing Jeongyeon’s not a mind reader because you’re thinking like a fucking idiot right now. Marshmallows. Fucking hell.
Jeongyeon’s tits are the tittiest. Forget this nonsense and squeeze.
It's not easy to ignore the whispers and clambering just outside the open bedroom door. Four hushed voices. Now five. This apartment is ridiculous, but deep moans bring you back into the moment and focus your mind, drowning out the other voices not with volume but sensuality. "Please?"
You don't need clarification, since Jeongyeon is already gently guiding your wrist down and back to its place inside her pants. You take it from there, getting yourself snug underneath her. Dampness becomes wet again, and her folds form an easy path to her clit when you overshoot.
Strained breaths, knitted eyebrows, and desperately grasping fingers are her unsubtle clues that you're on the right track. Her legs open wider as you circle her clit. Such a tiny button.
She kisses you. Of course there's more kissing, but it's a lot less controlled now, less accurate. Whether that's because her eyes are closed or because she twitches every time you stroke with your whole finger, swiping over her entrance while continuing the clitoral stimulation you started with, you can't tell. Either way, her lips end up all over your mouth and neck, and she makes it sound like she needs these kisses more than you.
Jeongyeon hunches down, pressing her face into your chest. Her ever-quickening, heavier breaths tickle your sternum. It seems she’s losing touch with the world, fingers fluttering over your shoulders and neck as she repeats herself in staccato whispers, “Please. Please. Please.”
And please you do (or pleased you are, or perhaps she is). You keep up the pace, almost going off-course from how slick she’s become. Flinging an arm around her back, you hold her in place, where you can kiss the top of her head, and take in that most her of scents, buried in her hair, taking you out to the woods where you can smell the soil giving of its life to the weak and strong alike. It’s only right that you give some back.
Jeongyeon shakes, and the immense restraint she was displaying fades. She collapses on top of you, her forearms crushing you into her from below. You didn’t even realize how much strength she had in such a soft body. Her breath holds at first, but croaks from her throat in tiny bursts before she can’t take it anymore and bawls it into your neck.
It takes some time for her to come down, her chest bouncing against yours in a pattern you’d definitely mistake for sobbing if she wasn’t still peppering your throat with kisses and her eyes weren’t so dry. Though, what little makeup she was wearing is now smeared across some combination of her cheeks and your torso.
“That was…” she says, then continues after a gulp of air, “Amazing. You’re amazing…”
You can’t help but smile and say, “No, you.”
Her lips twitch up until she’s smiling back, and she gives you a deep kiss, reminiscent of every flower you’ve ever seen bloom. “Stay here,” she mumbles against your cheek, “Okay?”
Without waiting for your response, Jeongyeon peels herself away from you, onto her feet, and toward the bedroom door. One pair of footsteps thunders away (probably Jihyo again), but you can still see multiple heads peeking through, blushing furiously, and one that isn’t blushing at all (Chaeyoung’s).
One small fist reaches past the door, which Jeongyeon quickly bumps with her own before she gently pushes it away and closes the door. The room becomes even dimmer, but with your mostly adjusted eyes you can still see Jeongyeon turn to face you again. Her form is merely outlined by her open shirt and pants that are barely hanging on to her hips.
“May I return the favor please?” she asks politely.
You can’t imagine denying her.
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Slightly more detailed take on Thor Love and Thunder:
If you don't like it or at least enjoy the experience of the film, IMO, you just want a different movie. Like if Loki not being in it is a dealbreaker for you, welp, c'est la vie, he's not in it and you should go watch the Loki miniseries or rewatch the earlier films.
With Dr. Strange MoM I definitely had things I would have done differently and while it was visually interesting and had some moments I enjoyed, I definitely saw a lot of things I would have altered were I the creator.
I don't feel that with TL&T, it feels like a really uniquely told story, it's a joy to watch, I laughed out loud a bunch.
I think what I found most impressive about TL&T is that it reminded you that MCU movies are supposed to be fun. It's ok to laugh, it's ok to not take things too seriously. BUT, when it was serious, when it asked you to take it seriously, it did so with real-world things that really matter
Ok now I'm going to cut for spoilers:
When it has little kids given weapons to fight, I had a knee-jerk moment of, "Oh great, child soldier military propaganda, again?" But it's not that, the more I examined it. It's acknowledging a few complex things, like that children will not always be safe, but seemed to acknowledge it from the angle of someone who regularly interacts with children: the thing that makes them scared is not being able to fight back. The monsters they're fighting aren't soldiers, they're literally shadow spiders. They're scary but as a little kid I know I would have been much more scared of them were it not for a scene showing that little kids CAN defeat scary shadow spiders. It's not about war being great, it's about being able to stand up to the monster under your bed in a very children's literature sort of way. And that makes it fun too! Kids get to fight shadow monsters alongside Thor and WIN and help save the day! It was serious about the fear and helplessness of children and gave them a real way to fight back, with a child's bunny, not against soldiers and real world adult problems, because Thor as the adult takes care of that, but against the things that scare children in a way that I think I would have found empowering at a young age.
The humor landed for me! The screaming goats made me laugh Every Single Time. I was laughing and having a good time throughout, it was fast paced and engaging and wonderful COMIC BOOK MOVIE escapism.
But when it DID get serious it wasn't asking me to shed a tear over a magic space rock or something. It engaged with the pain of fighting cancer and of having a loved one fighting cancer. It engaged with the pain of a parent losing a child, and of a dying parent fearing they'll leave their child alone in the world. When the story was heavy it wasn't being heavy about the fantasy elements but about the real human elements and it did so in a sensitive and, I think, beautiful way. I heard a woman openly crying behind me in the theater and I definitely got choked up once or twice.
I thought the final moment of the "showdown" was one of the most emotionally intelligent takes on the tired old trope of the hero vs villain battle in the MCU. Why stick around when your loss is assured? Go to your loved ones. Choose love. Thor won by reminding Gorr not of his anger at the injustice of the world, but the love of the person he wanted to share it with. And I'm glad the wish wasn't used for Jane, or anyone else, it would have been OOC for Gorr. I thought the choice he made was beautiful and the moment didn't cheapen other deaths in the MCU by making it seem like there's a wishing well somewhere, but it also didn't make the grim point that loved ones can never come back. The miracle was reserved for a child. One child, who died a refugee in the desert. It's the wish-fulfillment of magic without making a magic wand that will fix every problem. But it was achieved because Thor showed his emotional maturity too and chose what was more important, which reminded Gorr to choose what was more important.
That's about all I've got for thoughts for now, but I liked it a lot, I think more than I liked Ragnarok, and I'd definitely watch it again.
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Blitz 1941: the Case of the Size-Changing Sideburns (Not a Continuity Error, but a Clue)
In Season 1, Crowley has short sideburns in 1941. But in Season 2, Crowley has long sideburns in the same year.
It is already too noticeable to be a mistake. If it were a mistake, someone would have caught it and corrected it. This is intentional. It involved shaving the longer sideburns (or growing them out) and painting on the tattoo in a specific location.
...which they did for the scene immediately after the church bombing. Because Season 2 when Crowley is driving Aziraphale through the fires, his sideburns are short, just like in Season 1.
So why, when they reach the theater, are his sideburns suddenly much longer and his tattoo much lower?
I don't know why. But I do have a few guesses.
1.) The simplest explanation (besides an error, which we, for the purposes of this post, have ruled out) would be that this is not the same night.
Some hinting towards the passage of time would be the lingering shot on an hourglass in Hell as Furfur walks to the 'coffee' machine.
Maybe the backlog of intake for newly dead souls is so long, due to World War Two going on, that the three Nazis don't reach Furfur's desk until days or even weeks after they died.
Which would give Crowley time to change his hairstyle and move his tattoo without randomly doing it in the car for no reason. It would also mean Aziraphale has accompanied Crowley on alcohol deliveries at least twice, perhaps because it's been awhile so they are spending time together to catch up, while also keeping each other out of trouble.
2.) Another explanation could be what we are seeing is not what actually happened.
The flashback happens after Shax's recounts that she heard Crowley and Aziraphale were an item 80-90 years ago.
So maybe what we see is the story she heard, presumably from Furfur, which isn't exactly what actually happened that night.
(Or even if it is, the sideburns and tattoo placement are an indication to us, the audience, that this is Shax or Furfur's memory, not Crowley or Azirpahale's, and so some minor details are off and we are meant to notice this.)
Now, by the time Furfur gets involved, Shax is already aware there is a demon up to good, though she doesn't specify, or doesn't know, who.
This is a pretty random thing to say...unless, maybe you saw something you shouldn't have and had your memory messed with because Mr. Good Demon and his Angel can't bring themselves to kill you, even though you caught them together and they could be destroyed if you tell anyone.
Furthermore, Shax says she knows Aziraphale can't resist somebody in distress.
How would she know this? Maybe she witnessed Aziraphale and Crowley helping humans in distress during the Blitz?
Shax also comments on the Bentley. Wondering why Crowley hasn't upgraded it.
Meaning she knows Crowley has had this car for 90 years. Could she have spotted Crowley doing good in his car 90 years ago?
The Nazi spies were also aware of Anthony J Crowley, so it's not like Crowley was keeping a low profile, whatever it was he was up to during the war.
3.) Final guess, which is a bit (a lot) crackier, is Time Travel or a Time Loop.
Crowley has been living the same six thousand years over and over, and any 'inconsistencies' in his outfits and hairstyles are actually just different iterations of the loop.
This would also explain the random turtleneck and lower sideburns in one Season 2 episode, as well as Crowley telling Maggie and Nina he's been talking to Aziraphale for millions of years.
Also, the hourglass mentioned earlier, and the clock in the background when Crowley confesses to Aziraphale and Aziraphale asks Crowley back to Heaven, could be hints that the concept of time is important--possibly due to time travel.
This post has gotten long enough, so I will probably make a separate one about the time travel theory.
#good omens#good omens meta#go2#gos2#Crowley#Aziraphale#Shax#Furfur#renew good omens#go s2#give me season 3 or give me death#cassandratruths
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Can I just say I'm proud of myself. I'm gonna rant a bit.
I'm also going to be using voice to text so if it gets up a bit verbose or if the grammar is off I'm sorry.
I keep forgetting a lot of the times that I'm a solo creator. I've only paid people to do art for my game twice and commissioned somebody to do the main theme for the GRIM soundtrack once.
All of the graphic design and artwork that you see in my handbooks are all done by myself. Only the covers to mourn and Riley's road trip in Neon Nights were done by artists. I've done everything else. And it's really cool to kind of understand that I put so much work into my games and I'm just one person. I'm also taking many steps to learn how to Pace myself and not force myself to work and I found my quality of games has increased almost doubly if not triply.
It's really nice to do things when I want and to have people who follow my games who understand that I'm disabled and will always reassure me that there's no pressure when it comes to release dates and stuff. I will have the Palace of eyes come out and I will have the physical editions of GRIM come out but this stuff takes time for one person to do and especially one that's disabled. And y'all know that and y'all understand that and I'm so thankful for that.
I also want to say that a lot of people who follow my games and who have done reviews have been the coolest f****** people on planet earth. Everyone that I've talked to has been pro Palestine and has been trying to do some advocacy work of some kind. I really dig that a lot. Also I've kind of cultivated a very neurodivergent and trans audience and I really dig that. I also dig the CIS people and the dudes who follow me but there's just something magical and special about having trans and queer people keep up and follow with your games.
I don't know I'm just really really thankful for everyone and I'm feeling a lot of love right now and I know that my bundle is probably not going to reach its goal but the fact that I was able to raise that much money and y'all purchased my games really means a lot to me. Like I was on the verge of breakdowns nearly every single day. My job is one that is self-employed and makes just a little bit above rent and groceries every month. With the money that I've raised I may not be able to get therapy and psychiatry but I'll be able to afford my meds and I will be able to enjoy life a little bit more. I went and saw Predator today at a local nonprofit theater and that was because of y'all. I wouldn't be able to pay for that stuff if it wasn't for you. So I promise you that all of that shmoney that y'all gave I'm not going to waste and y'all are going to get some pretty dope stuff in the near future.
I wish my trans and queer and neurodivergent and disabled people that are following me and who just may stumble across this post an absolutely magical evening and just know that rest is needed that you are worth it and that you were loved even if it's just by some rando game designer on the internet. I appreciate y'all have a wonderful night!
PS also get a game in my bundle or your transphobic / j
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Little one shot I made a while back :) I'm supposed to be learning about viscosity in Chemistry right now but I'm tiredddd
Buster Moon sighed as he placed himself on the couch. It was three in the morning, and this was something of a ritual by now. He struggled to keep his eyes open, yet was far too awake to close them.
His little paws clung to a cup of steaming tea, where a teabag bobbed up and down at the surface. He made it for the smell more than anything. He hated himself for his trauma, and for the trouble it caused. He was always so anxious and jumpy, and it made it hard to get anything done.
Rosita and the others noticed, of course. It was hard to miss. But he hated to see the worried stares of his friends. He hated to know he was hurting them. And yet still when they inquired about his wellbeing, the lie that escaped his mouth was impulsive, and he could never even think before it slipped out.
When he said he was fine, he never meant it at heart. But oh, how he wished he did! It hurt him to know that his words dampened the spirits of those he cared about. He was aware that not a single on of the troupe believed Buster was 'fine,' or anything of the sort, for that matter.
He wanted to tell them how much he was hurting, but his thoughts would not allow it. Most of the time, his pain presented itself in the form of a tight feeling in his chest, nightmares, and little flashbacks. Sometimes these flashbacks were just little flickers, fissures in the present reality, but he couldn't ignore them.
He couldn't help the stab of fear when the face of a friend, a warm and loving figure, was suddenly replaced with the face of those who wished him harm. Sometimes that face was Jimmy Crystal, sometimes it was Angus Chrome, and other times it was Norma Hawkins - as the freshest trauma in his mind.
And these faces plagued his nightmares. He couldn't control it - despite his fervent wishes - but they did. And the fact that Buster was becoming increasingly phlegmatic plagued the dreams of his friends. No, his family.
Buster was slowly forcing himself to appear emotionless. He didn't even realize it himself. And when he wasn't, the happiness and charisma he put on display were just that: a display.
But wanted to apologize. So why couldn't he? He had the capability, of courze. Maybe he just didn't have the heart, as much as it pained his to say.
He sipped at the tea, looking down at it and watching the little swirls in the liquid drift apart and together in the surface, a paper-thin barrier. He closed his eyes for a brief second and breathed in the scent deeply, taking it in.
Maybe he should tell somebody. But how? He knew that the moment they said something, his mouth would only spill lies. He was disgusted with himself. Is this all he was? A charlatan and a negating runaway?
That. That's what he was doing. He was running away from his problems. He sniffed, looking up and out his office window. He could see the odd car driving by, headlights illuminating the streets and the darker corners of his room. A few street lamps flickered dimly, the light just enough the draw his eyes, and he saw an animal walk down the sidewalks once or twice.
And he had to wonder now as he tilted his gaze to look at what little of the night sky he could see through the window: would he be like this forever?
He felt like all he did anymore was chase the approve of others, trying to find some way to, what, confirm that his own self was valid? Why did he need a random stranger to validate him? Ash had told him so many times, as had the others, that he didn't need strangers to tell him he was good enough, he just had to believe it himself.
And that is where it all went wrong. He didn't. And so he took desperate measure after desperate measure to try and fix some part of himself that he couldn't even recognize.
First he flooded the theater, then he lied and got him and his family incoorporated with Crystal, then with Angus Chrome, and again with Norma Hawkins. It felt a god-awful Groundhog Day at this point.
And each of his mistakes came back to haunt him. He would have been willing to do anything to escape his problems at this point, but instead he just wallowed in his sadness.
As another flash passed before his eyes, a milisecond of Norma's talons, he made up his mind. He opened up his laptop, clicked Ash's email, and finally said something.
"Can I talk to you?"
#bustermoon#sing buster#buster#buster moon#trauma#ptsd#flashbacks#nightmares#therapty#traumatic experiences#ash#rosita#johnny#gunter#porsha#nooshy#suki#wait why am I tagging all the characters#its too early for this
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Well, who is going to read this anyway, right?
Yet the background:
After Tim was in Paris at Fashion Week, I was in Berlin and I saw a young actor on stage there, twice, Tim's age, same height, same jawline ;) A great actor, full of energy and joy. Mmh.
I thought an encounter would be interesting. I had some trouble writing it, though, because the real Tim got in my way more than once and I didn't feel like dealing with him. But Jonas was batting his eyelashes in my head and said "pretty please" so I tried and tried until I finally found my Timmy again and now I finally finished it on the day I know for sure that I will leave fandom for good.
So that’s it then. My farewell. My legacy…
For @gatoenlaciudad
The Nature of the Night
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Jonas pulls the wool cap over his head and is about to walk through the stage door when Mascha, the assistant director in charge of the evening, appears and stops him.
"Timotheé Chalamet wants to see you."
"What?" Jonas asks puzzled.
Mascha makes a motion with her arms as if she can't explain it either.
"I don't know but it really seems to be him. Checked it. Here," she pulls her phone out of her pocket, unlocks the screen and holds it under his nose. Jonas sees the image gallery with pictures of Timotheé Chalamet, they are rather private photos, respectively not images from his movies or from the red carpet. On these photos the actor is often wearing a cap and loose clothes.
"Looks exactly like him, talks like him, says his name is Timmy and would like to meet you. He sits in the canteen."
Jonas is still a bit confused when he aborts his intention to go out of the stage door and goes after Mascha in the direction of the canteen. A Hollywood actor had been in the audience? And he wants to meet him?
In the meantime, Mascha babbles on that she had already heard that Hollywood actors are always smaller in real life than they appear on the big screen, or no, in this case not smaller, but somehow thinner, inconspicuous, normal, unspectacular. Although he had been really nice, and also pretty pretty. So maybe he was special after all. She smiles at him.
Jonas doesn't even get a chance to think about what he should make of all this, because he's suddenly already standing in the cafeteria and walking towards the table where the figure in baggy clothes, leather jacket and a cap is sitting. The young man looks up and yes, it is definitely Timotheé Chalamet, smiling at him. Reaching out his hand.
"Hi Jonas," he pronounces the name in English, "thanks for stopping by. I'm Tim."
Jonas takes the other man’s hand and says rather automatically than consciously, “Hi.”
The Hollywood actor turns to Mascha and his smile is getting almost conspiratorial. "And thank you very much for helping me with this." Mascha blushes.
Well, he is definitely nice, Jonas thinks. Friendly. But he seems kind of jaded, tired, stressed. Especially his smile. Like he is sad or something.
While Mascha leaves, Chalamet motions Jonas to sit down, so he sits down opposite him. And while he wonders what he should actually say, Chalamet… Timothée… Tim… the Hollywood actor takes over.
"Sorry to bother you. I saw the play, and I really, really loved it. I was here yesterday too, watched the Kafka piece. Loved that also. Very funny. And your performance was awesome."
"Thanks." Jonas says in some kind of delirium because this still feels kind of unreal. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to ask something? For example, what someone like Timothée Chalamet is actually doing here? Yeah why not. "How come that you... ?" Yes, what actually? "...that you came here?" Well that sounded somehow stupid, but it shows his whole confusion.
"I was just in Paris…,” the actor begins to explain. “I met someone who told me that they have surtitles in the theater here in Berlin and I got curious. Wanted to see something new. So I decided to come here. I don't know if you know, Hollywood actors are on strike right now... So I have time... And I'm really glad I came here. It was very inspiring."
A notion that this here is real sinks in and Jonas has to smile. A bit proudly. Kind of shyly. Probably quite stupidly, too, but it's not every day that a Hollywood actor compliments him.
He knows Chalamet, has seen a few films with him. Call me by your name... Dune... Beautiful Boy... And he was in this Wes Anderson movie, too, wasn’t he? When Jonas thinks about it, he's seen quite a few movies with him.
Sure, he's interested in what other actors his age do and he thinks Timothée is a good one. He always liked his vulnerability.
"That is very nice of you to say, thanks," he says humbly and Timothée smiles back at him.
"You want a drink, too?" Timothée lifts the beer bottle that's in front of him.
Jonas nods, turns to Karim, the bar keeper behind the counter, and gestures for him to bring him a beer.
And then a conversation begins. It's quick. Faster than he would have thought. Timothée asks him a lot, about the play, about him as an actor, but also a few private things. Jonas talks and tells, getting more and more comfortable with the situation with every minute passing by.
Timothée all the while is looking at him attentively.
Still sad, though, Jonas can't help thinking, he looks really sad to him, the sadness giving him a somehow distant and absent aura.
Tired, Jonas reassures himself, he is probably just tired.
Although Timothée keeps asking him questions, it's not a questioning session. And although Jonas realizes that Timothée is very cautious when he speaks about himself, probably because he can’t talk about personal stuff, it's a very pleasant conversation.
Soon `Timothée´ changes in Jonas’ mind to `Tim´.
"Have you been here before?" Jonas asks him. “In Berlin?”
"Yeah, twice, actually. At the film festival. The Berlinale."
"Oh! When have you been there? I've been there twice, too. I mean, I’ve been here with two films I was in."
"Wow, really? Cool!” Tim looks at him appreciatively for a second before he continues. “I was there in 2017, with Call Me by Your Name.” He smiles and adds with a soft voice. “I have very fond memories of that trip."
"Ah okay, then we missed each other by a year.” Jonas realizes. “I was there the first time in 2018. What about the second time?"
"That was 2015. But man, this feels like it's from another lifetime."
Tim pulls out his phone and googles himself plus 'Berlinale 2015'. "Man, look at that!"
Again, Jonas has a cell phone under his nose, this time he sees a really young-looking Timothée Chalamet, a boy, who he would not immediately associate with the man in front of him. He smirks.
"Wow."
"Yeah, I look 10!" Almost a little embarrassed, Tim puts the phone away again. "Youth! When was the second time you were there?"
"In 2019 with 'the Golden Glove'."
This time Jonas pulls out his phone, googles 'Der goldene Handschuh' and shows Tim a picture of him with the heavy makeup that turned him into the serial killer Honka.
"That's you? Wow. What's the movie about? How did you get this role?” And before Jonas can answer, Tim adds with a smirk and a drawl, “Did they choose the prettiest guy to make him the ugliest?"
For a second Jonas just looks at Tim. If you say something like that, you have to be able to endure to wait a second for the answer.
Tim’s smile becomes even more coquette, he blinks.
Then Jonas answers, ignoring the last question and their conversation goes on. And on.
They talk about movies, theater, and everything that goes with it. It flows, in each other, around each other. It’s fun.
To a certain extent Jonas has the feeling that tiredness or sadness are falling off Tim. His remarks become more and more extravagant, his enthusiasm bigger and bigger, the "Noooo!"s and the "Yeeeesss!"s longer and longer, the "Man!"s and "Exactly!"s more and more emphasized.
"That's what I'm always saying!" And Jonas is the last one who can't keep up, even if one volume quieter.
They don't even notice that everybody else has already left until Karim comes up to them. "I'm really sorry to interrupt but we're closing now."
Again, for a second, Jonas just looks at Tim, because he can't even gauge what this means for them now, for their situation.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Tim asks. And Jonas starts breathing again, even if he did not know that he had held his breath.
"Maybe somewhere not that crowded?” Tim continues. “Somewhere where no one recognizes me?"
And then he adds what Jonas has been thinking all along "I just don't want this to end."
If it weren't kind of weird, Jonas would have thought Tim sounded almost pleading. Even weirder, that he just almost had the feeling that Tim wants something from him.
Probably the alcohol making his mind go wild. Also: just so typical for actors, always all in with the possibilities. But Jonas enjoys the encounter way too much to let it end.
"Yeah, sure," says Jonas, even though he really doesn't know where to go with him. Berlin is always crowded.
He then doesn't know why he says that, probably he can also blame that on the alcohol or simply because that had been his plan for tonight before Mascha stopped him and put him in this situation with this man here, or maybe just as a test, but he says, "We could also go to my flat. Nobody to recognize you there … but a fly on the wall or something. I mean, if you don't mind."
"No, no, I'd love to. Honestly, that's the safest for me. And I’d love to meet your flies."
A smirk.
So much for that.
Tim pays, apparently tipping neatly, as wide-eyed as Markus looks and they head out the door, immediately zipping up their jackets. Berlin is cold.
"Can we walk?"
"Yeah sure, it's not that far. I just have to unlock my bike over there," Jonas points to his bike on the lamppost and walks towards it.
"Okay, I just need to sort something out," Tim says, walking towards a black car parked across the street. Jonas sees out of the corner of his eye that he opens the door and speaks to the person in the car.
Tim's whole body suddenly tenses, his voice sounds angry and becomes loud.
Jonas can't understand everything, but there are a lot of annoyed No's in it. "No, I'm not going to do that!" At some point Tim takes some papers reluctantly, tucks them annoyed between his jacket and hoodie, slams the car door shut and comes back toward Jonas, who is waiting for him with his bike at the lamppost.
Tim's face is incensed.
"Sorry..."
That's all he says.
And Jonas doesn't ask either.
They start walking, Jonas pushing his bike.
When Jonas suddenly notices that the car is slowly following them.
A strange feeling. Like from a bad movie or something.
Tim looks behind, makes a frustrated sound and then starts to talk anyway.
"You know, it's just so annoying! I can’t do anything! Not a fucking thing! … My assistant is now driving after us because he wants your address...I'm on a work trip, so everything has to be under control” Tim wiggles his hands overly dramatic, “at all times!” He sighs. “I'm sorry. It's just incredibly embarrassing."
"I can give you the address, no problem," Jonas says unconcerned.
"But I don't want to give it to him."
Jonas nods. He understands. It's a matter of principle.
He feels sorry for Tim. Sure who doesn’t know the stories about how badly Hollywood actors are really treated. But then you see the movies, beautiful and laughing stars on red carpets and read about all the luxury mansions.
If it's that bad, they should just stop, make smaller films, less limelight. Right?
But what would he do when pretending is gradual, when there's always a little bit more what you're doing that you wouldn't do if you weren't in Hollywood, and you don’t realize it because everybody around you just does the same?
Too often he's read some lurid headline or been told about actors on self-destructive downward paths from whom he didn't expect it.
He envies no one in Hollywood. But if he were asked to be in a Hollywood movie, he wouldn't say no either, would he?
He thinks about whether he should suggest the idea he has on his mind right now and decides without further ado, yes, he should. He gets on his bike and says, "Come on, get on the back, we shake them off."
Tim's eyes get big, and before the grin on his face has fully unfolded, he's already jumped on the back of Jonas' bike, holding onto his hips, and Jonas pedals off. A sharp turn to the right, then into the park. Narrow paths, trees and bushes to the right and left. They can't follow them there.
Tim behind him whoops with joy. It sounds contagious. Jonas grins contentedly to himself, his heart beating, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins.
He loves situations like that.
“I would have loved to see their faces, man,” Tim laughs behind him.
In front of his apartment they get off the bike and Jonas brings it into the backyard.
He lives in an old apartment building with high ceilings and creaking floors on the 3rd floor. He loves his apartment and is also quite proud of it.
The fact that he can now show his apartment to Tim, Timothée Chalamet, seems a bit surreal to him.
But reality quickly catches up with him: Beautiful apartment or not, he had forgotten how many things were lying around and how untidy it was.
"Sorry," he mumbles embarrassed and gathers a few clothes to quickly throw them onto the bed.
"No worries," Tim laughs, "you don't have to clean up for me. I always leave my stuff lying around too, much to the chagrin of... others."
It was just a little pause but there definitely had been something Tim hadn't been allowed to say. A drop of sadness. For a second there is this life again that he is crammed into.
"Another beer? Or would you prefer something else?" Jonas asks and ignores the melancholy, even though the contrast fascinates him.
"What else have you got? I have to admit, although the German beer tastes more interesting than the American, I'm not that much of a beer guy."
Jonas thinks about the visit from his best friend from school last weekend.
"Gin? I have some Gin and sweet soda left."
Tim nods. "Perfect, I'll take that."
While Jonas goes to the fridge and prepares the drinks, Tim takes a look around the apartment.
Everything in his apartment merges into one another. Large rooms with large passageways. Lots of painted walls, lots of posters, lots of books, lots of photos, lots of nice things to look at, as Jonas thinks.
"A nice apartment that you have."
"Thanks."
Jonas sees Tim's gaze fall on the colorful fetish boots with extra high heels and platform soles lying next to the bathroom. Just like the ones Jonas wore in a scene on stage tonight.
"Did you have to practice?" Tim asks, amused.
"Yes, I asked our costume designer for an extra pair. We haven't performed the play for quite some time, I didn't know if I could still do it."
Tim laughs. "You could. You rocked it!"
Jonas grins and holds the drink out to Tim.
They sit down at the kitchen table and Tim takes out the paper that was stuck between his leather jacket and hoodie, puts it on the table, then takes off his leather jacket and lays it over the paper. He does not address it.
Jonas can guess what it is, though. Probably some kind of contract that he can't say what's happening tonight. Or what is going to happen.
"Man, this place is really nice,” Tim repeats. “Very cozy."
"Thank you."
They toast.
"Have you always lived in Berlin?"
And with that, their conversation continues.
Jonas enjoys it immensely.
At some point, Tim talks about his current impressions of Berlin. He apparently just rode the subway for a while yesterday. "It's a bit like riding the subway in New York. You see so many different people. All their styles. It's amazing. It's really inspiring. Especially the attitude with which some people wear their deliberate ugliness. There was one guy who shaved off his hair here and here," Tim points to his head, "then wore it long here and here, and wore it long here, then he wore huge glasses, a mustache, an absolutely ugly jacket, everything was ugly, nothing fitted together, so that in the end everything fitted together. Yet he knew he was the coolest of them all. And he was right!"
Jonas smiles and looks at Tim's perfect curls and his perfect appearance. "So, do you want a hairstyle like that now?"
"No, but I would like to know where one gets the idea to walk around like that in the first place! If you spend too long in L.A., you forget."
Jonas nods. The rich and the beautiful. Where optimized beauty and pleasantness are the most important commodities. That has always bored him.
Tim is beautiful, too, but what makes him interesting is the longing he radiates. This longing for whatever. And the infectious, liberating laugh that Jonas has just heard from him on the bike.
Jonas looks at their empty glasses.
"Another one?"
"Yes, I’d love to," and after a moment's hesitation, Tim adds, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have anything to smoke?"
Again, Jonas thinks about his friend's visit. Because yes, he has. Ben had brought some weed and there's still some left. "Wait, I'll get it. By the way, you can sit on the sofa if you want. It's more comfortable."
Tim doesn't need to be told twice, goes to the sofa and sits down on it. "Oh man, it's so cozy, I don't know if I'll ever get up here again."
"That's the whole point," says Jonas with a grin, rummages the tin of weed off the packed shelf, puts it in his pocket, fills up the two glasses and joins Tim on the sofa.
His sofa corner is very cozy, a huge soft sofa, with huge soft cushions, a huge cuddly flokati rug, surrounded by books, books and more books, lots of records and his guitars. Jonas thinks it's a great place to curl up in, especially during the cold season.
He gives Tim his drink, puts his on the side table and while Tim talks, he starts rolling the joint.
It's nice to notice that Tim is now talking more about himself and seems more and more relaxed. Jonas can well imagine that he's probably enjoying getting out of his rut and forgetting the rest of his life for a moment. Maybe not the rest, but his life as a Hollywood star with all its stressful obligations. Simply escaping, breaking free.
"I was so impressed yesterday, by your colleague," says Tim. "The way he squeezed through the rows naked. With his figure, with his..., I mean, he really didn't have the biggest one, right!?"
In yesterday's production, Jonas' tall, corpulent colleague wears only a tie and shoes for quite some time and squeezes his way through the packed rows to the amusement of the audience.
Jonas lights the joint, takes a drag and hands it to Tim. "Does that mean you wouldn't have dared it if you were him?"
"I would, yes , but I mean... When you look at yourself, for example, I mean, then it’s no problem to say, of course, I can do it, you know, ...well endowed like you are," Tim continues, laughing impishly and taking a drag on the joint.
Yes, Jonas is also naked for quite some time in this production and yes, this time too, Jonas can't really tell how serious Tim's come-on is, so he decides to be a bit bold.
"And that means you would have only dared to do it because you're well endowed yourself?" He puts on a playful arrogant face, "Just like me."
"What? No, well... yes. I mean… Man! How the hell did we get here?" Tim laughs out loud, but is then back in full explanation mode to make a point. "I mean, that's what it's all about, isn’t it? It's all about overcoming. It's great when you get the chance to try it out. As an actor."
Jonas nods and takes the joint that Tim holds out to him again. "Yes, definitely, it's great when you have to overcome yourself because it’s your fucking job, yeah."
"And I just would think that your colleague needs more overcoming than someone like you. Well, anyway, I don't think I've ever seen so much nudity on stage for so long."
Jonas laughs, takes a drag on the joint and hands it back to Tim. "Welcome to German theater."
"Really? I need to come here more often," jokes Tim before he gets serious again. "It was really well used though. The contrast. Him presenting his nudity so confidently and forcing it on everyone and your nudity, on the other hand, being so vulnerable. That was great."
Another compliment. "Thank you."
Tim takes another drag. "Today, on the other hand..." He looks at Jonas with a challenging grin, "Today, on the other hand, you looked quite sexy."
Okay, Tim is definitely flirting now, no mistake in that. Jonas also notices how much Tim's voice has changed. Whereas at the beginning it was a bit put on, very keen to sound serious and grown-up, now it's suddenly very soft...
It almost seems as if Tim forms words differently now. As if each word first glides gently over Tim's tongue and is then brushed velvety by his lips.
It is definitely too early for the weed to hit, so this is real.
And although Jonas is aware that Tim probably knows what he's doing, he thinks it’s not artificial at all, it's completely genuine and pure. Purely erotic.
"When you ripped that one costume off your body on stage today," Tim says, again very softly, and now it seems as if the words are also being touched by Tim's front teeth, "I thought how much I would like to lick that belly."
Jonas gnaws on his lower lip and just looks at Tim. He is completely fascinated and finds the moment so beautiful that he doesn't want to interrupt.
"Sorry, for saying that," Tim says even more gently, his eyelids fluttering down apologetically.
"No, no," Jonas quickly puts in, "I didn't mean... I wasn't..." And then finally says the most important thing, "I don't mind you saying that. I was just… "
"Okay, good." Tim chuckles softly with relief, his eyes are back on Jonas. "Because sometimes I say things I shouldn't say. I definitely don't want you to... But I feel really comfortable here with you. And I had the feeling... I don't know..."
Lips, teeth, tongue. Jonas wonders if you can somehow absorb these words that come out of Tim's mouth and taste them.
Tim puts the extinguished joint in the ashtray on the sofa table and moistens his lips with his tongue.
Bites his lower lip with his teeth and then asks:
"Can I kiss you?"
"Ja klar," Jonas slips out in German, full of approval.
Tim's lips curl into a grin and he leans towards Jonas, his lips already very close to his. "That's a yes, right?"
Jonas can taste the words, they taste sweet and smell of weed. He grins back. "Yes."
And then they kiss. Gently.
When Tim buries his hands in his hair, he himself buries his hands in Tim's curls.
It feels good, very nice.
An exchange of tenderness.
How can you not find that beautiful?
Jonas has never really fallen in love with a man.
But he likes to make out with one or sleep with him.
Was there actually a term for this? Probably. But he doesn't want to specify it anyway, he doesn't really want to rule out the possibility that he might fall in love with a man after all some day.
But mostly he likes kissing men because it's not so emotionally charged for him. It feels more equal. Of course, it always depends on the woman or the man and you can't generalize, but often he's much more relaxed when he's making out with men. Because then he never feels like he has to deliver. It's all about the feeling, the need for closeness and tenderness, the kissing.
Their hands run over each other's bodies and, as is the case when you make out for some time, desire slowly sets in. He notices it on himself, he can see it in Tim's eyes when he looks at him, his lips moist and half-open.
Jonas is ready. He will take everything he can get from Tim and when Tim whispers in his ear. "I wanna fuck you,” Jonas closes his eyes for a second and lets the pleasurable shiver that these words trigger flow through his body.
"But only if you want to. We don't have to do this," Tim adds quietly as he kisses Jonas' neck, pressing his hard cock against Jonas' hips, his hands feeling his body.
It's been a while since Jonas has slept with a man in this way. But he likes the feeling of being taken and actually has it far too rarely.
"I just need to go to the bathroom," he says shyly between all the snogging.
"Yeah, sure..." Tim slowly lets go of him, his eyes clouded with desire.
A little embarrassed, Jonas heaves himself up from the sofa, but Tim stops him by the wrist. He looks at him before hesitantly saying: "There's someone. But I'm not cheating. I just want you to know that. So if you don't want to go on, that's totally fine, okay?"
Jonas nods, responds a quiet “Okay...” and goes into the bathroom.
It doesn't change anything for him. This is a special night that will never happen like this again. He knows he won't regret anything.
When he returns, Tim is flipping through a book that he has taken down from the shelf.
It's ‘Jagannath’ by Karin Tidbeck.
Tim looks up to him. "Sounds interesting."
"Yeah, it's really cool. Completely weird stories but beautiful, a man falling in love with a zeppelin for example, fantastic and realistic at the same time... You'd like it."
“I have to remember that.” Tim puts the book aside, grabs Jonah's arm and pulls him onto the sofa so that he buries him underneath him. "But now I wanna fuck you. "
Jonas' cock twitches in response.
"What's that in German?"
"Ich will dich ficken."
"Isch will disch feeken?"
"Ja, fick mich."
They laugh, pull their hoodies over their heads so that their hair is sticking out in all directions and intertwine with each other.
Jonas can't believe who he has in front of him. It's not about the famous actor, it's about the young man, he didn’t know a few hours ago, who came to him and almost sought refuge with him. A small miracle of lucky coincidences that led them here.
On a night like this, he wants to take everything he can get...
And then Tim murmurs into his ear:
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Jonas. So hard that you will still feel me tomorrow on stage..."
Jonas gasps involuntary.
God, where did that come from? But he can't say he minds.
They continue kissing, grabbing each other between their legs.
Tim's cock is anything but small, but it doesn't scare Jonas, the anticipation of it only makes him hornier. And Tim's determined but sweet, caring nature removes any doubts that he might have.
Jonas lets himself go. He is amazed at how Tim suddenly appears. So confident. He takes responsibility, and that's extremely sexy to see.
Tim pushes Jonas' T-shirt up.
"Now I can finally lick your belly. It's so lick-worthy" he breathes and then does just that. Licks Jonas' lower belly and Jonas tries to get his breathing under control. It's torture, the way Tim lets his tongue glide slowly over his skin and grins at him with amusement.
At some point Jonas can't take it any longer, tugs at Tim's shirt and finally they tear the rest of their clothes off. Jonas' gaze falls on the chain around Tim's neck. It's not a normal necklace. He wouldn't know the difference from an imitation, but he knows Tim wouldn't wear one. The stones are real. And Jonas never thought he would be so impressed by it.
They are both naked now, except for Tim's expensive necklace, and Jonas lets Tim spoil him, lets him take him, lets him after some extremely sensual and erotic adjustment fuck him.
It feels good. Tim is on top of him, ramming his cock into Jonas, while jerking him off with his hand. It's hot. Jonas is breathing heavily, biting his lips, he closes his eyes and stretches his head back in pleasure.
They are both in a frenzy, changing positions, seeking ecstasy, seeking climax. And Tim guides him, more than he had expected.
"Don't come yet," Tim finally gasps breathlessly and then he thrusts into him from behind a few times, moaning deeply and loudly, and comes.
Stagnation for a second while Jonas' cock wants to explode, a feeling of loss when Tim pulls out of him but before he can mourn it, Tim's hands are all over his body.
"I make this good for you, too, baby, I promise. Lay on your back."
Jonas has to laugh breathlessly. As if that wasn't already good. "This was already awesome you know," he gasps and lies down on his back.
Besides, no one has ever called him baby before.
Tim just grins, leans over his cock and takes it unceremoniously in his mouth.
God.
He looks at him so devotedly that Jonas bites his lips with a moan.
Fuck, this is hot. He breathes heavily, his belly rises and falls, it doesn't take long, wet and hot tongue, sweet lips giving pressure, Tim’s gaze so fucking devoted, then suddenly two fingers up his ass, finding his sensitive spot, rubbing it... He closes his eyes and finally comes - "Fuck!" - in Tim's mouth.
Hissing. Just hissing.
In his ears, in his body, in his brain.
Dazed, Jonas sees Tim sit up and wipe his mouth.
Slowly the buzz subsides, the world around him becomes reality again.
Tim drops onto the sofa next to him, buries his nose under Jonas' shoulder and cuddles up to him, grinning almost shyly.
"Was it good for you?"
What a question! "Yeah..." Deepest, most exhausted conviction.
Tim smiles contentedly.
When Jonah's breathing has gradually calmed down again, he turns to him.
Looks at the famous face. Looks at it closely. Sees the small scar on his cheek.
Yes, of course, this was desire and sex. But in front of him is someone who has sought unprejudiced closeness above all. The kind you just need sometimes. And Jonas gladly gave it to him.
The hurdle of taking it and giving it is smaller among them actors. Due to their profession they are used to quick closeness and the possible quick distance afterwards.
That's why Jonas isn't fooling himself about this night.
Lost in thought, he runs his fingers over Tim's jawline.
"Have you noticed that our jawlines look very similar?"
Tim laughs. "Yes, I have! We should take photos and put them on top of each other to see if they fit or something."
"And do you also sometimes think that it’s weird that in some photos you look completely normal and then sometimes you look like you've swallowed … I don’t know… a Christmas gift?"
Tim chuckles even harder, "Yes. A good friend of mine sometimes teases me about it, asking if I ate an anchor before the photo shoot or things like that."
Jonas nods approvingly. It fits.
"They once even retouched my bones in a photo for a magazine," Tim continues. "Man, I was mad!"
Tim reaches for his sweatpants, pulls his cell phone out and lies back down next to Jonas. He googles himself again and shows Jonas the relevant photos.
"Wow, that looks strange. Why did they do that?"
Tim shrugs his shoulders. "Don't ask me!"
He turns on the camera. "So, let’s take a photo of our jawlines.”
Jonas and he appear on the display. With their jawlines. “I think it also has a lot to do with the angle and the light."
They both start turning their heads, jutting their chins forward and doing whatever else they can think of, laughing, looking serious, looking silly while Tim is taking photos.
Afterwards they are checking the results. There are terrible photos, there are terribly silly photos, there are beautiful photos.
For a second, Jonas would like to have them himself, but he knows he doesn't even have to ask for them.
“I'll show them to a friend later. I know he'll love them," Tim says softly while they keep watching.
Jonas wonders if this is the same friend with the anchor comment when suddenly a call comes in. Tim makes a short sound "shoot!", hastily pushes the button and turns away from Jonas.
Jonas didn't want to lurk, but he was looking at the display anyway, so he saw that there was no name on the display, just a nail emoji and an exclamation mark, and the photo wasn't recognizable to Jonas either.
"Hey, just wanted to check how you're doing," Jonas hears a man's dark, soft voice coming from the other side of the phone before Tim quickly turns down the volume.
"Hey, I'm good. I'm good." Tim's voice is very soft and very familiar, Jonas can even hear that he is grinning happily, "I'll call you later, okay? I'm in the middle of something."
Jonas can't hear the other voice properly now, but it sounds like the man is saying something teasing like "Oh, in the middle of something? Okay, then do everything I would do."
Tim chuckles softly. "You know, actually I was just talking about you. I've got some photos I'll send you later." Jonas is completely fascinated that Tim's voice sounds so different now. So incredibly familiar, so at home.
"Oooh, can't waihhht!" The man's voice, on the other hand, is lovingly teasing and clearly too loud for Jonas not to hear it.
"No, not photos like that," protests Tim, again laughing. "You'll see."
The other man says something else, quieter now, so that Jonas doesn’t understand it and Tim softly responses, "Yeah, later."
A small, subtle smile plays around Tim's lips for a second as he hangs up and turns back to Jonas.
"The friend I was talking about..."
Jonas nods. The friend...
Tim lies down next to him again. They both look up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Jonas has never had an open relationship, doesn't know if he could have one, but he can imagine that sometimes it's almost necessary to keep a relationship healthy when there are certain obstacles like distance or time or whatever. To give this space is the real love story of it, he thinks.
Still, Jonas is interested in something.
"When did you decide you wanted to sleep with me?"
Tim thinks for a second.
"I don’t know… I got interested in you when I saw you in Kafka, I thought you were sexy when you ripped off your clothes tonight in that play, I wanted to kiss you, when I asked you if I could kiss you, I wanted to fuck you when I asked you if I could fuck you. Did it feel to you, like I planned it?"
"No, no. But you never know what kind of good actor you have in front of you."
Tim laughs out loud. "I'm such a bad actor in real life. If you only knew…” he says, sounding quite miserable. “In any case, I don't fly from city to city and snack on pretty actors, if that's what you mean."
Jonas smiles. "No, that's not what I meant."
He thinks to himself that he wanted to sleep with Tim when he dropped all his covers, figuratively speaking. This peeling off of the famous actor to reveal his inner self is what Jonas got stuck on.
Tim turns himself to Jonas and looks at Jonas seriously and gently. "I didn't plan this today, but I can't say I didn't take every opportunity that came my way. Something pulled me in your direction. It was fun, it was liberating, it was beautiful."
Jonas nods. "Yeah, I loved it, too."
“You know, for me it’s complicated to have that,” Tim reflects and lays down again to look at the ceiling. “I don’t want to complain but sometimes everything is so difficult when I go outside… outside of my bubble, you know. Like I’m an interfering body, a disruptive factor. So I stay in my bubble… But people change, friendships change… So sometimes you don’t see things, you don’t realize things, I mean, these are my people, right?”
Tim is now completely in his head, talking more to himself than to Jonas. “You trust them, you’ve trusted them for years! But there are moments you feel that you just adjusted, you adjust your respect, your love for them... All those connections float like ice floes in the sea after a ship has passed through, still together but tilted. They actually no longer fit together, but they are still attached. And you can't change that just because you think things should be different... These ice floes are connected … and there are so many… and you’re frozen to them... So you adjust."
Jonas doesn't really understand what Tim is saying but he feels a big confusion. He feels sorry for him.
Tim turns to Jonas, his gaze deep as the ocean.
"You know, I envied you there on stage so much. Having so much fun. Looking so carefree."
The sentence echoes a little in the room before Jonas manages to reply, he even needs to clear his throat a little.
"Envy is a good reason to change something, isn't it?"
Tim just laughs bitterly.
Jonas feels bad, he shouldn’t have said that. "Sorry... that was probably very naive, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about my simple, boring life... and how often a feeling like that has always been a reason for change. For me. But I can imagine - "
"No, I'm sorry... It's good that you say that, it's important,” Tim says softly and kisses Jonas on the lips, before he stands up, "I shouldn’t be so cynical. Can I use your bathroom? I need to pee."
"Sure."
Jonas looks after Tim as he goes to the bathroom, once again lost in thought.
He is glad that his own world, his surroundings, are still so small and clear. Although it is getting more difficult for him, too. Making more and more films, he has already realized himself that he has to bend himself on other levels.
Jonas hears the flush, hears the water tap running.
When Tim comes out of the bathroom, his gaze falls again on the high heel shoes with the platform sole.
"Can I try them on?"
Jonas rests his head on his hand and looks over at Tim with amusement and curiosity. "Sure, if they fit." He is relieved that Tim hasn't fallen back into sadness because of what they said.
Tim puts the shoes on and stands up. Completely naked, the silver chain with the gemstones around his neck and the high heel boots on his feet. He spreads his arms out with a grin.
"Same height, same jawline... Apparently we also have the same shoe size!"
Jonas smiles. Tim doesn't look like he can `rock´ the stage in them, but his confident posture shows that it's not the first time he has tried shoes like that, Jonas guesses.
In any case, he looks stunning. Jonas has to think of his queer colleague. When he himself wore these shoes for the first time and thought he looked silly, his colleague said: "It's not about how you look in them, it's about the fact that you're wearing them.”
And this is so right, as hot as Tim looks in them, it's just makes it so insanely sexier that he's wearing them.
Tim seems to have a similar idea in his head. "Wearing shoes like that does something to you, doesn't it?" he says and walks over to Jonas. The first steps are a little wobbly, making Tim smile, then he walks on with more grace than Jonas would have thought, and finally seductive as fuck.
Right in front of him in front of the sofa, Tim stops and looks down at him.
"Suck my cock.”
Jonas grins. This is hot as hell.
"What is that in German?"
"Lutsch meinen Schwanz."
"Okay, lootsh my shwounz."
Jonas loves everything about this situation.
That they are playing, that they are having fun, that they trust each other, that Tim sees this as a safe space to do all this and explore it.
Jonas slides down to the edge of the sofa so that he has Tim's cock right in front of him and takes it in his mouth. He hasn't done that for a long time either, especially not with such a big one, but it feels sexy doing it, as it stiffens in his mouth.
Tim’s hands bury themselves in his hair as Jonas licks and sucks, and Jonas thinks it can't get any hotter when Tim suddenly pulls him violently by the hair so that Tim's cock pops out of his mouth, forcing him to look up at Tim, mouth open, gasping for air, lips wet with saliva.
Tim bites his lower lip as if being surprised by himself and smirks at Jonas sugary sweet and innocently as a puppy.
"Sorry, it was just too tempting to do that." Words again brushing against tongue, teeth and lips.
“Don’t be sorry for that one,” Jonas pants.
Tim lets go of him then, lies down on the floor, on the soft flokati carpet, props up on his elbows, his high heels rammed into the floor so that his legs are bent, half open, and purrs invitingly, "Come on. Go on."
And Jonas is happy to oblige. He slides off the sofa, runs his hands over Tim's bare thighs, kisses the inside of these thighs and licks over Tim's shaft before he takes him in his mouth again.
Tim purrs like a kitten, one hand again in Jonas’ hair.
"A shame, I already came," he coos dreamily and adds dryly. "Or that I'm too old now.”
Jonas ignores the remark, tries instead to take Tim's cock deep down his throat, causing Tim to gasp out loud, even though he himself has to let go of the cock afterwards to take a breath.
Tim smirks at him. “Well, in any way it’s not you, Joni baby, you suck like an angel.”
Jonas rolls his eyes but has to smile anyway. He bends over Tim, strokes Tim's chest with his hair, lets it glide over his skin, finally moves to Tim's lips and kisses him.
Lazy deep kissing, while their cocks are pressing against each other.
"Who says you always have to come to have fun?" he asks, wraps his hand around both cocks and jerks them leisurely.
"Where you're right, you're right." Tim licks his lips, his breathing getting audible.
Jonas has to smile. He hadn't had such relaxed, sexy and sweet making out in a long time.
“Turn around,” Jonas whispers softly.
Tim does as told and as soon as his dick tips the rug, he involuntary grinds it into it, followed by a deep moan.
Jonas has to laugh out loud, he knows this feeling. “As soon as you feel it, you can’t resist, right?”
“No, you can’t,” Tim moans wholeheartedly, “and God, I need a rug like that, too.”
Jonas laughs even harder. It looks sexy like hell though, the way Tim rubs his naked body against the carpet on his knees with the high heels on and his dick getting buried in the soft rug.
But Jonas actually wanted to do something else. So he begins to kiss Tim’s shoulder blades while letting his hands glide over Tim’s body.
He makes his way further and further down, kissing, licking, touching... until he reaches Tim's ass. He straddles the ass a little so that he can first lick underneath it, bite it lightly, before he finally devotes himself to Tim’s entrance. Very very lightly, very very gently, he licks Tim's hole, hears Tim gasp, sees his hole contracting, feels his body whole contracting, feels how much Tim is enjoying it. He positions his cock against the hole and presses very very lightly against it. No further. No more.
Bends over Tim, and alluding to the fact that Tim told him earlier that he would still feel him on stage tomorrow, Jonas whispers in his ear: "And you'll still be thinking about me tomorrow night wondering how it would have been if I had fucked you for good." And with that he withdraws his dick and lies down next to Tim on the carpet grinning.
A protracted moan, Tim's fingers desperately clawing into the carpet, he clenches his body for any contact, but there isn’t any.
"If I'd known what a nasty bitch you are…" he growls.
But Jonas knows that Tim enjoys it. Enduring the teasing sensation. Writhing his misguided body, mourning the false expectation.
Jonas cuddles up to him, holds him, so that they lie entwined on the carpet and he loves how Tim’s body still twitches every now and then because it didn’t get what it wanted.
"Oh you filthy torturer, thou may rot in hell!" Tim laughingly exclaims eventually and Jonas has to laugh with him. "That's actually what I was going to suggest to you when you came out of the bathroom,” he says. “To give me a stage performance."
"Okay…" Tim says, apparently glad for the distraction and gently pushes Jonas away to get up, sighing after all. "Oh man, I can't remember the last time I had such a craving for a butt plug... Anyway..."
He pulls a chair from the kitchen table, sits on it at an angle, legs crossed, naked with boots, looking vulnerable, trying to find an attitude, trying to feel proud and strong, until his posture collapses again and he begins to recite Biff's monologue in ‘Death of a Salesman’.
“Now hear this, Willy, this is me. You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was jailed. I stole myself out of every good job since high school. And I never got anywhere because you blew me so full of hot air I could never stand taking orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is! It’s goddamn time you heard that! I had to be boss big shot in two weeks, and I’m through with it! Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my hand today. And suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in the middle of that office building, do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw – the sky.“
Jonas has goose bumps all over his body and almost doesn’t dare to breathe.
„I saw the things that I love in the world. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting from the minute I say I know who I am! Why can’t I say that, Willy? Pop! I’m a dime a dozen, and so are you! I am not a leader of men, Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash-can like all the rest of them! I’m one dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn’t raise it! A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I’m not bringing home any prizes any more, and you’re going to stop waiting for me to bring them home! Pop, I’m nothing! I’m nothing, Pop.“
The pain, the grief. The vulnerability. The grace nonetheless. The attempt to maintain dignity.
„Can’t you understand that? There’s no spite in it any more. I’m just what I am, that’s all. Will you let me go? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?“
Jonas never wants to see another Biff again.
It is absolutely touching.
He is unable to say anything, he can just let it resonate.
"Some texts you don't forget, do you?" says Tim a little absently.
Jonas still can’t say anything. So instead he takes his guitar off the stand, leans his head against the edge of the sofa and starts to play and sing a quiet version of a song he sang today on stage…
„Outside the window, they are singing, inside the doorway, there’s me…“
At some point, Tim gets up, comes over to him, sits down on the floor next to him and leans his head on Jonas' shoulder.
The air is tinged with melancholy, but Jonas hopes that not being alone makes it only half as heavy.
When Jonas finishes, for a moment there is only silence.
"That was nice”, says Tim quietly.
"Thanks."
"Can I have a go, too?"
“Sure.” Jonas pushes the guitar over to Tim.
Tim starts to play and finally sings softly along.
It sounds a bit like Bob Dylan, even though Jonas doesn't know much about it.
Like this they go on and on, they sing, they play and they quote lyrics, talk about roles and special moments... everything. One thing leads to another and inspires the next. Soon they are laughing again, soon they are joking around again, just quieter and softer than before.
At some point they move over to the bed, lie next to each other, on top of each other, the high heels off in front of the bed.
They keep talking gently until they eventually both fall asleep.
*
The next morning, Jonas wakes up.
Tim is standing next to the bed, still naked, looking at his cell phone.
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry. I have to contact my assistant or else he’ll have a heart attack."
Suddenly there's that wall around him again.
"What's your address?" Coolness.
"Maria-Hedwig-von-Wachenheim-Allee" says Jonas, although it's not true. He was just looking for a long and complicated street name.
It serves its purpose, though, Tim laughs out loud. "What?"
Jonas stands up and holds out his hand. "I can type it in for you."
When he gives Tim the cell phone back, Tim raises his eyebrows. "But that's not the address you just said."
Jonas shakes his head, "No."
The cell phone vibrates and Tim answers it.
"Yes, I was just about to send you the address." He sounds already annoyed and stressed again.
"No. No," his voice is stubborn, and once more his whole body stiffens. "No, I won't do that... No, he doesn't have to sign it... No... I'll wait outside... Yeah."
He hangs up.
"I can sign the papers. I don't mind," Jonas says quietly.
Tim answers all the louder for it, he rages. "But I do! I don't want that. I want a different feeling, you know. I don't want to be safe for once. I want to be able to trust someone. To be allowed to. I mean, what's going to happen?"
Jonas bites his lower lip. He feels sorry for Tim.
Then he says, playfully dry: "So you think I'd better not sell your sperm in my ass on eBay?"
For a second the anger disappears and Tim laughs out loud. Smiles warmly at him. Says after a second, "You remind me of this friend, you know, the one who called yesterday. He would have tried to calm me down, too... But I mean, really what's going to happen? What kind of rumors do you think there have been about me? Or photos that weren't real. Everything has already been said!"
Jonas thinks of Tim naked in high heels.
Tim must be thinking about that too, as he admits with a laugh: "Okay, not everything yet..." He sighs and points towards the bathroom. "Anyway, can I have a quick shower?"
"Yes, of course. Do you need any clothes?"
"Nah, I’ll be fine." He takes the T-shirt from the floor, smells it and makes a face. "Hopefully."
"Wait..." Jonas gets a pair of underpants and a T-shirt he can spare from his wardrobe and hands it to Tim. "Here."
"Thanks!" Tim smiles at him and goes to the bathroom but turns around again, looking serious. "I hope that ... I hope you don't feel ... I hope you don't feel that I've taken advantage of my position or something like that... "
Jonas smiles and shakes his head. "No."
When Tim has closed the door of the bathroom, Jonas pulls on a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt himself, goes to the kitchenette and makes himself a coffee.
What a night.
He loves those nights.
Totally unexpected and magical.
Even if it was only for that night, it was beautiful.
He hasn’t finished his coffee yet, when Tim comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered.
Jonas holds up his cup, "Do you want one too?"
"No thanks, I'd love to, but I have to go," says Tim apologetically.
To be honest, Jonas is quite happy that Tim is now back at a distance. Anything else would have been awkward and he's glad that Tim isn't even trying.
As Tim puts on his leather jacket, Jonas has an image in his head of how this night has been a slow peeling down to the core and Tim is now slowly putting on all his layers again.
He wonders if there is another way.
Maybe you can aim so high that you don't let yourself be taken in, but in the end you end up like everyone else.
"Okay...," Tim slips into his sneakers, ready to go.
"Wait." Jonas sprints to the bookshelf and picks up the book by Karin Tidbek that Tim scrolled through last night and hands it to him.
Tim smiles warmly, "Thank you. Thank you. I wish I could give you something too. I had a very nice evening, a very beautiful night. I'll carry it in here." Tim puts a hand over his heart.
Jonas is touched. He nods.
The distance is there, but the connection remains.
Tim opens the door and walks down the stairs. The floorboards creak their typical old building creak.
Tim laughs and looks up at Jonas again.
"Man, I love it, you can't even really sneak away in these houses."
A wave of the hand, one last "Bye!" and then he's gone.
*
Sure, the next days Jonas googles Tim, but every time he does, he soon stops again. It feels strange and what he sees often doesn't match up with the Tim he met.
Mascha seems to have used the evening Jonas spent with Tim to fall into a rabbit hole. She now knows all about fake PR relationships, queer actors in Hollywood and Tim and his likely partner.
But even that more or less goes in and out of Jonas' head. He doesn't want to think about if he likes what Tim is doing or not.
In the end, it has nothing to do with their night.
The night was bigger than both of them. And that's how he wants to remember it.
Shortly before Christmas, he receives a small package from America.
Christmas underpants, a cool ‘bauhaus’ T-shirt and a book he doesn't know yet.
Also enclosed is a letter...
*
#charmie#after all kind of#although maybe not as you expect it#Armie Hammer#timothee chalamet#Jonas Dassler#Sorry Jonas probably your first time ;)#my legacy#my farewell#last one#timothée chalamet
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Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater ACT 1: For the Fighters
Hey there everyone! As promised, here’s the previews for the fics that I’m currently working on! A few you guys already know about already, while a few others may surprise you! And I did my best to pick a few parts from select scenes that will leave you all foaming at the mouth for an update. Uh, just don’t beat me up to get an update, okay? ^^
As the title states, the first part of the SPT is for those who love action and violence. And with how my mind works, there’s no shortage of that in these works lol.
First up, Chapter 5 of Darkness Rewrite, titled “Stronghold of Darkness”! If I launched into a summary, I’m going to spoil the whole thing, so let me just leave ya with a lil’ preview!
The shingles of the roof were scraped off as Material-B made contact with the roof, racing up to meet him. His next punch sent the Super Reader through the chimney and into a tree, bursting through the wood and sliding through the dirt. His opponent didn't give him a chance to even rest, coming up behind him and kicking him in the side, so hard that he was certain he felt bones shift in ways they weren't supposed to.
"SIR! RESPOND!" Juggernaut's voice, uncharacteristically for a computer, sounded horrified.
Alpha Pig would have, but Material-B dragged him up by the collar of his uniform to meet his face. He sneered.
"So much for that dare. Admit it. You lost, Alpha Pig. But don't worry. You'll join your dear friends, soon enough."
He dropped him, and the punch that slammed into his stomach tore a heaving gasp from the preschooler's throat, his blue eyes widened with pain. He hurtled through the air, crashing through another tree, splinters digging into his limbs and machinery. He bounced off the ground twice, eventually coming to rest against one of the boulders that remained in the forest. His body went limp, unimaginable pain coursing through his body.
Material-B's horrifying laugh echoed through his ringing ears, being the final nail in the coffin for his defeat.
Second on my list is chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered, titled, “Breach”. Things get a little dicey for Multo as he navigates an unfamiliar world with an unlikely foe as an ally.
He couldn't help but wonder: was this his fate for his refusal to listen to the Temple's teachings? Was this his punishment: trapped in a horrible world, where he didn't know what had happened to his friends and family, alone and hunted?
He shook his head. No, now's not the time to think of that! I've got to find out where I am, and how to get out of it!
He let out a low groan as he pushed himself out of bed, the papers crumpling under his feet. On the chair next to the bed was a small stick, which he used to prop himself as he walked. It would do as a makeshift weapon, but he hoped that nothing would come to that.
He pushed open the door, looking down the corridor, noting that it was a little cleaner, but not by much. Similar marks were all over the walls, these written in green ink rather than red. A tangy, metallic odor reached Multo's nostrils, and he winced, a sinking sense of dread filling him. My stars...is that blood?! What sick person draws on the walls with other peoples' blood?!
The metallic smell became stronger, almost overpowering. His heightened senses allowed him to pick up more sounds: the sounds of teeth tearing into flesh and intermittent growls.
His gut screamed at him, "Get out now." And although he knew he should, a part of him wanted to see. Against his better judgement, he stole a glance around the corner, praying that it wasn't a rabid animal.
What he saw made him wish that it was.
And finally, this project is one that I’ve been working on since last year, titled “Hardly A Laughing Matter”. It’s one of my numerous Hanna-Barbera Head Dumps that I wrote when I had finished watching Date a Live IV. @blazing-shadows will probably get super hyped about this scene XD
In seconds, Hardy had gone from remaining on the ground, to pushing through the crowd, even shoving a kid to get to his best friend. He fell to his knees and held the lion's shoulders, shaking him. "Lippy! Say something! You've got to get up!" he cried. "Oh, I knew something bad was gonna happen today! Oh, dear, oh, my…"
"An' your day's about to get a lot worse."
A hush fell over the crowd, and everyone turned to face the speaker. A rabbit strode into the room, fur whiter than the floor, his spurs clacking against the ruined floors. He was short, coming to about three feet, give or take...but the look in his amber eyes, set against tanned sclera, bore into the crowd's, locking them in place. His tattered leather vest, adorned with spikes, billowed with an ethereal wind as he stood in the middle of the room. His stance was casual, but Hardy could see the tautness of his muscles; one wrong move, and they'd all be dead before they could blink.
"I'm-a only gonna ask this once," the rabbit started, his Texan twang quick, his voice hard. "Tell me where Avenger is. I tracked him down here, so don't none of y'all tell me you haven't seen hide or hair of 'im."
Nobody answers him, too stupefied to do so. Hardy stares at the rabbit, his head beginning to pound as more memories flow into his mind.
It then clicked, and ice filled his veins. No...no, it can't be!
He doesn't see the rabbit's hand move. All he and the crowd hears are gunshots. Seconds later, five people are on the ground, dead before they can scream, and shock sets in. People start to recoil, screaming in horror. The rabbit glares down at the remaining victims, smoking gun aimed at them.
"So none of ya know, eh? Well, let's make this interestin'. I'm-a kill each of you until someone decides to tell me where that bastard is," he snarled. "So someone had better start talkin' an' fast." Another gunshot, and a woman drops to the floor. "I don't have all day."
This post is already long enough, so I’d better leave things here before I run out of character length. Let me know what you folks think below!
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Now for the hard question: in your top 10 movie franchises list add in ALL of the Star Wars and Lord of the Rings movies in order of favorites.
Oh you have to ask the hard questions! Ok, let me see...in order for Star Wars:
Empire Strikes Back -- it is just such a good movie with some iconic Luke looks and Daddy-Son moments. It's so good and him with grandpa-Yoda is so cute. I also love how we see this lead up into Luke's change of perspective with everything.
Return of the Jedi -- Also great Luke and Daddy-Son moments. I think it barely inches over New Hope simply because I got to see it again on the 40th re-release in theaters and I was feral over how Luke looked. Also, loved the fighting scenes and we get Lando. I also happen to love the Ewoks.
New Hope -- May actually be in second place once RoJ-theater release gives me peace (need another few months). But this Luke is just so pure and whiny and I want to put him in my pocket forever and ever and ever. (let me throw this Luke at Din omg)
Revenge of the Sith -- UGH just UGH so god. Anakin is so hot in this and so messed up and this lead up is just fantastic and wonderful and absolutely tragic.
Rogue One -- I mean, how could I not adore this? It is absolutely AMAZING. Just heartbreaking with amazing graphics, awesome characters, and is only getting better thanks to the Andor series.
The Force Awakens -- Honestly, I adored this movie so much. It wasn't perfect, it needed more Luke and the original trio, but it had so much potential. I just thought it was leading up to something amazing and the memes Mark gave us after left me excited and laughing for a long time.
The Phantom Menace -- Part of this is spite-love for young Anakin and Jar Jar Binks; both deserve better. But honestly, I have rewatched this a few times recently and was all "this is actually great? why the hate?"
Attack of the Clones -- Honestly, I need to rewatch this again. It's just here cause I haven't rewatched it in a while and i don't know why. We get Jango! We get the Clones! Baby Boba! The SAND-QUOTE! Obi-Wan's mullet! The lead up to the Clone War series! Badass Yoda! Yeah, gotta do a re-watch.
Solo -- Again, i actually really enjoyed the movie. It wasn't the best but it wasn't bad. Honestly, there were just some weird choices for some story movements and character interactions but other than that? It was good. I need to rewatch it honestly.
The Last Jedi -- I hate, hate, hate what they did to my Luke. If they were going to go this route with him I'd understand 100% because it would make sense for him to to have so much PTSD and just be burnt out and so hurt (still, i think we have enough of this and deserve older heroes that are still full of hope and silly and are kind). But the execution and how he is made to be a loser is just wrong. There were also some other scenes and interactions that were "uh...no?" but the fight scenes were great, Po was great, I loved Rose, I loved Finn's story and realization. It was just really wonky, disjointed from what we were getting before, and I will keep my head-cannon Luke in my claws.
The Rise of Skywalker -- I...didn't like it. I saw it twice and actually checked the time till I could go home often (only have done that with like two other movies). It was so awkward, the dialogue was poor, the actors seemed done, there was so many random new stories thrown in at last second, characters were thrown away, "Palpatine somehow returned?" like...what??? It was just lame. Such a lame, lame ending. The OT-trio and the new trio deserved so much better. It needs a re-do.
Now for the Lord of the Rings!:
The Fellowship of the Ring -- Even though it wasn't the most action packed, what it sparked, how good it was...just AUGH perfection. I adore this movie so much.
The Two Towers -- Incredible, amazing, also perfect. Great action, all the characters are given their due-time (with Legolas making faces). I love it.
Return of the King -- AMAZING ENDING. The wraps up is just...the moments of suffering and the release. The HAPPINESS. How ever gets what they deserve (tho RIP Boromir) just adore it so much.
The Desolation of Smaug -- PERFECT. Except for maybe some off CGI, this movie was amazing. So much Bagginshield, the intense cliffhanger, the Arkenstone....it was so good. I adored this movie so much!
An Unexpected Journey -- I adore Bilbo. I love him so much. And how this opened up Bagginshield just how could I not adore it??
Battle of the Five Armies -- I didn't like it the first time I watched it. But a few more times I was "huh, actually, it's not bad!" It honestly should've been loads better. There were so many wonky decisions and everything that happened did not feel like it met up with the end of a trilogy. But the end....how everyone survived! Can you believe that there was absolutely NO HEARTBREAK WHAT'SO'EVER??
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omg i saw your death!jack concept and I'm already in love!!! have you watched the movie as well btw? I've watched it twice with different friends cause i loved it so much. anyways the concept sounds really interesting and now I'm getting ideas of putting Jack's face on one of death's appearances LMAO
- Big Man Anon
Yes, I did see the movie! Honestly, it was the best animated movie of 2022, hands down. Disney really flopped hard this year when it comes to animated movies, but Dreamworks pulled through at the last second and sealed their win for last year with this movie that came out in late December.
I went to go see it alone. I invited my parents since they grew up listening to the actual stories of El Gato Con Botas, but they didn't feel like going so I went myself (planning on buying the dvd later so they can see it at home). The movie actually got delayed for me because of technical difficulties at the theater, but I did end up seeing it and watching it legit made me feel like a kid seeing an amazing movie for the first time. There was not a single moment in that movie where my attention was brought away from the story, and never once in the showing did I wonder when does this end? Because I didn't want it to end. Death, el lobo, the wolf, whatever you want to call him, is one of Dreamwork's best villains. What is it recently with Dreamworks dropping the killer villains and not Disney? I also love the fact that Dreamworks did not give a shit for this movie, they really channeled their inner Shrek to make this one with all the jokes and swearing and even drop of blood on screen.
But anyways, back to Jack, I kept thinking about Jack and Death the whole time because their fur/hair is basically the same color and Jack is a wolf. I thought it made sense. Don't know if I'll actually write yan Jack as Death though, maybe later, maybe not, who knows? Depends what people think of it. I just thought it was an interesting idea, because Death basically follows Puss throughout the entire movie, showing up everywhere and anywhere, literally an unstoppable force. Which would really make for good yan stuff, you know?
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Masters of Puppets: Play takes a peak behind often sordid curtain of pro wrestling
One of Kurt Fuller’s first acting jobs was as one of the leads in the 1989 film, “No Holds Barred,” Hulk Hogan’s acting debut.
“I played sort of a Ted Turner, Vince McMahon, so I worked with those guys and saw a lot of interactions,” Fuller said. “So when I read this, it completely rang true to me. I just recognized so much about it.”
Fuller, who more recently was in the CBS series “Evil,” read Laurence Davis’ play, “Master of Puppets” and he quickly agreed to join a cast of well-known actors working with director James Roday Rodriguez to stage the world premier of this dark comedy/satire on the world of pro wrestling. The play opens on Thursday at runs through June 11 at the Legacy Theater in Branford.
“The fact it was about the world of wrestling, which I always have found very interesting and I think it’s underappreciated, because it’s entertainment,” Fuller said. “Believe me, the pain is real.”
This work of fiction, which contains mature language adult situations, such as violence and drug use, is not suitable for young audiences. It brings to life a behind-the-scenes drama of a successful wrestling operation, showing its age and struggling to stay relevant in the modern media world, and the relationships therein.
Fuller plays Victor Kragston, the wrestling ringmaster.
“I’m basing the character on just about every flawed, powerful person there is,” Fuller said. “I could never play Vince McMahon. Who could play Vince McMahon? No one. Only Vince.”
Amanda Detmer, who you’d recognize, as many around Branford’s Stony Creek area already have, from the Fox series “Empire,” plays Delia Kragston, wife of the wrestling mogul who happens to be running for major political office. That may sound a little familiar around here.
“It is a parallel, let’s say, to that (Linda McMahon, Vince’s wife who unsuccessfully ran twice for the U.S. Senate),” Detmer said. “This is a group of people I’ve worked with before; Kurt and I have played husband and wife before. I’ve seen limited wrestling, I’ve never been really into it, which kind of works for this because (the character) is really against all the violence. I certainly have a hard time watching people even pretend to fight, and wrestling isn’t as pretend as we’d like to believe.”
Michael Hogan (Fox series, “The Resident”) plays Rainey Dayes, the one-time marquee wrestler who is now the executive’s sidekick, and Dana Ashbook (Showtime’s “Twin Peaks”) plays Ted Blasendale, a TV executive putting pressure on Kragston and Dayes to produce something fresh for modern audiences before offering a new contract.
“It’s a slice of life,” Ashbrook said. “It’s an interesting slice of life and it’s funny and it has a lot of different components to it about the wrestling world. … The appeal of (wrestling) is the soap opera aspect to it, it’s an ongoing narrative.”
Hogan used to follow World Class Championship Wrestling, and is using bits and pieces from several of its wrestlers to create his character.
“It gets down to the sell of the punch,” Hogan said. “I always love watching guys lay out after a big hit. That stuff to me has always been more interesting. For some it’s the promos and the good looks of the people involved, but for me it’s always been the conveyance of pain, one guy to another guy, and how over-the-top ridiculous it is. I got into a lot of stage comedy because I love selling the blow a lot.”
The tiny Legacy Theater first opened in 1903 as a silent movie house and, through its long history, has staged plays by Orson Welles’ Mercury Theater Company productions in the 1930s and is best known for a past life as the Stony Creek Puppet House. It was refurbished in 2021.
Safe to say it has never been the stage for a play quite like thfis. As Fuller said, in wrestling, you don’t just imagine hitting your nemesis with a two-by-four, you get to see it happen.
“There is a wonderful line in the play,” Detmer said, “that says, ‘Wrestling, we put smiles on people’s faces,’ and the reasoning is that we provide a place where people can imagine themselves as the wrestlers. In the play, we say, ‘We don’t just fight for you, we sprinkle the magic dust that provides the force that fights as you.”
https://www.courant.com/2023/05/20/dom-amore-play-takes-a-peak-behind-often-sordid-curtain-of-pro-wrestling-milestone-for-new-haven-club-being-real-about-the-nhl-coming-back-all-in-the-sunday-read
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