I think I have to check out Footloose, as The Breakfast Club is unironically a good movie. Started rewatching yesterday and was compelled to keep watching the whole thing!

König doodles

Either f10 for marik ishtar (non yami) or g10 for ryou bakura.

Ya know, just the witnesses of the aftermath of whatever ybakura and ymarik did.

I went with ryou !

Hiii I love your work & Just genuinely Curious. If you got to make a Deadpool movie, Fox backing you up and all. What would it be like or about? Would it be an original story or adapt certain storylines like how Andrew & Tobey did with Spidey? Any specific actor in mind for Wade? Idk just again curious how a Sci made DP film would be

oouugh... my dream deadpool movie is honestly the first deadpool movie but with like. some changes. not even major changes. even ryan can stay. i can't really think of anyone i'd like to replace him – i've always been kind of bad at fan casts - my imagined wade wilson is so specific, i don't think there are any actors that could come close, no sir. i think i'd do the origin - as is - i kind of like the flipping from present to past motif they have – i'd probably keep more scenes they had in the script in the final film that they wound up cutting – i've revolved it in my head, really, how i'd fix that first deadpool movie, and really - first, i'd keep this scene in:

and i'd shift the ending so that wade just... doesn't get the girl at the end. vanessa walks away. because he's become something else. and actually, a guy like deadpool shouldn't get the girl. he saves her, he saves the day, but actually – becoming deadpool, and becoming so wantonly violent and you know, becoming the exact kind of killing machine he did not want to be – 

oy.

i feel like the film wanted to set up this theme that wade needs to be better than this. that he desires to be better. but when he becomes deadpool he spirals back into old violent habits because he deems himself unloveable and does everything in his power to make himself "loveable" (aka attractive) again for vanessa. but what he doesn't realise is that it's not his appearance that does that – it's his actions.

so i think my perfect deadpool movie would be that first deadpool movie, but committing to the theme that actually, just because wade was dealt a shitty hand doesn't mean he has to be a monster. and that his violence isn't something funny or romantic. and that he can change. instead of us seeing this guy who clearly wanted to escape violence... being pushed back into violence and what's worse, being rewarded for it.

it's such a weird, twisted moral attached to the first deadpool movie and i'm constantly thinking about it. i remember the first time i read the leaked script, back in like, 2012, i said: "it's so good, but dear god i hope they change the ending." and they didn't. they just did not. and so when i first saw the deadpool movie i was so thrilled but. when the credits rolled i kind of audibly sighed too. because wade shouldn't get that ending. not yet. not until he does the work.

i also would've given vanessa her powers. or i would've at least teased her powers. i think having it be a surprise that wade didn't know is a delight. save it for the sequel, but tease it. or, honestly – the original script kind of did tease it. like, it's very readable that vanessa could be a shapeshifter, in the original script. she's shapeshifter-coded.

i think i wouldn't do a deadpool movie without first doing it as an origin – the set-up is so important. i don't have any sort of grand plotline i'd do with wade. maybe i'd love to write a cable and deadpool movie – or an x-force movie – god, i want an x-force movie so bad. but honest to god, there's not really any plotlines i'm eager to adapt for the big screen. wade wilson has decidedly less interesting villains and storylines than spider-man has, unfortunately. like, sorry. all his villains kind of are stupid. they've really tried to give him villains but, dear god. the best villain he's ever been up against is his ex-wife. and i don't know, i don't think i particularly want to see shiklah in the movies. i think i'd much rather see grounded, personal stories with wade – ones that don't deal with monsters and supernatural beasts – but, with other mutants, i guess.

if i were to pitch a new fresh deadpool movie in the existing deadpool franchise, save for an x-force movie, i'd love to see wade being recruited as an x-chaperone, and having to look after all these mutant kids but him being completely out of his depth throughout, and they drag him on some huge "world-ending-stakes" adventure but actually, the personal stakes stay very small, and it's almost a ferris buellers day off affair but with more spandex. these kids with their powers run amok and wade's trying to wrangle them but is also whisked away in all the fun of it and is actually worse than they are when it comes to staying well-behaved. they take over the macy's parade... maybe logan swoops in to yank wade by the ear... other x-men cameos abound. that's a deadpool movie i'd love to see. if i were to make a fresh one, that would be it. ferris bueller's day off, but with more spandex.

what is big gay dean fic

a work in excruciatingly slow progress

So if y'all don't know, I'm currently translating romance stories for a living, and to my pleasant surprise, my most recent batch! Is actually pretty good! I'm used to schlop, so this is a welcome change.

Unfortunately, because it is good, I am now invested.

And I can't just tear ahead reading through it, because I need to TRANSLATE IT as I go, and I can't read it before I translate it or I'll loose this perfect little in-built serotonin boost that helps me work.

Currently Protag Boy and Protag Girl have been hit by the genre convention of the mid-story dumb miscommunication plot, and I am so, so, so, so annoyed the book made me care about this.

ohhh. i also want to draw fanart of other links meet aus so badly

babygirl using her last braincell tonight to translate latin

how how How HOw HOW do Rhett and Link seriously not think they sound so gd polyamorous when they talk about them and their wives. Like they must be so obnoxious to their friends.

On the Howie Mandel podcast Rhett said that Jessie’s favorite person other than him was Christy. Link casually referred to them all as a foursome. Like idk. It’s too much to think about them all choosing each other over and over again and again. And just always loving each other no matter what. Okay. Okay. Bye. ❤️

RE: R&L on Howie Mandel's Podcast

Sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees, anon. You can exist in a way that intrinsically contradicts many stereotypical relationship norms so early on in the cultural conversation and timeline (not to mention originating in religious rural south) that you don't really understand you have more in common with those types of relationships than not. One of the most challenging aspects of those or any relationships is balancing time, money, romance, cohabitation, and power. Those are all the parts they have locked down. That's what's so funny to me.

Polycules don't have to involve sex to be polycules. But honestly, regardless of that, it's like you said: so very lovely that they have such a uniquely cohesive setup where they're all business partners and best friends and spouses, all rolled into one chaotic mess. They've all saved each others lives. They can't exist as they are without one another. Jessie getting them all to therapy. Christy catching Rhett when he passed out. Rhett pulling Link from the river. Link keeping them all humble. They all protect each other. And Link. They all have matching rings. Their dogs and offspring read as siblings. Christy and Rhett have favorite funky cheeses. Jessie and Link don't like the way your cousin's living room is laid out. Everybody has a chronic illness or injury and they're all probably neurodivergent. It's the best. Whether they want it or not, they are like when you watch shows from the 1970s and they're way before their time. Too relatable, too open, too authentic. They think that's all standard practice and it just isn't. They've established a baseline that many people would aspire to and don't realize that part. But you can't force people to see themselves the way you might.

My take has always been: it's an open door in a big house. I, for one, will always want to see what's in every nook and cranny of the place, if I'm living there for a day or a lifetime. Not everyone is that curious. But if you're an optimistic person, at some point, they might be.

oh to be a red hair dye supplier to the cw's riverdale

Last Line Challenge

Rules:

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by @crabsnpersimmons! Fun, fun, fun, thanks for tagging me!

Last Line:

The silence following his outburst is heavy. Belatedly he realizes he still doesn’t know the nature of this creature and he probably just sealed his fate.

(From Robots In Ponyville! Total of 26 words, but I am not going to tag 26 people that's too many.)

Last Art:

An MS Paint doodle of Moon to use as a playlist's cover art!

Tagging (Only if you want to!)

@sunshinebourbon @plushbunbun-blog @beemyhuneybee @chickenchirps27 @vodyaniks @pineconecrows @amberluvsbugs @scarlett-ink @ihearnocomplaints @moonliched @moon-buggg @Anyone Else that wants to!

WIPs

Le Fédéraliste - 1790s-1810 federalist mansion w/outbuildings, CC

Greene Anne - 1880s-1900 eastlake queen anne house, CC-free

How are you and your girlfriend? Miss seeing your personal posts

hey! oh, thats a sweet ask <3

we are doing great, gonna celebrate 6 years together this december :) we moved in together - finally - last autumn (the gay u-haul lifestyle just missed us i guess), but we are very happy with how it developed: we had our time in our own apartments and when the time felt right, we moved cities and came together under one roof. we're in a big city now, lots of culture, lots of funky little poetry readings and feminist basement events and i went to my first wlw club!!

our apartment has high ceilings and two little balconies which i have packed full with wildflowers and weeds and two rows of strawberries.

we certainly indulge a lot more in going to restaurants and cute cafes; there's an insanely good tapas and steak restaurant literally 5min away from us that we visit way too often for our means :D

i work in a neighbouring city, full on corporate girlie, but can do WFH reasonably often. she is a freelance journalist working on a podcast rn.

so all in all, its quite nice :)) thanks for asking!

Tis it has been three weeks and requires a check up.

*opens the basment and goes to the suspicious hole in the middle, leaning over before shouting down.*

Ey you author person, you still alive down there?

*there is a faint hisss from the darkness*

Oh ya no, their good.

im still alive down here, i promise lol just busy/worn out!

wip wednesday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper and @anxieteandbiscuits + @bucks118 yesterday lol here's a bit of fleabag au! (very fresh and subject to change)

Buck drops his head against the brick wall outside, breathing in the cool night air. In just an hour at a table with his family and he feels like he’s undone all the work he’s done in a year to get better, to move on from all this shit. One hour and he’s back to the broken, angry Buck who folded at one threat from Doug and tried to outrun a ghost.  A Tuesday in April. A knock on the door. A black eye. A faded picture –  “Needed some air?” The Hot Priest’s voice is low and warm, floating above the sound of summer crickets and distant cars. Buck just nods, still stuck in his own head. “Me too,” says Hot Priest (and maybe Buck should learn his actual name), leaning against the wall beside Buck. “So, do you and your family get together often, or…” There’s an itch under Buck’s skin that makes him walk away before he even realizes what he’s doing, his whole body rejecting this easy small talk in favour of spiraling alone like he was attempting to do. He’s walking back up the stairs to the restaurant before he registers just how rude it is, but frankly he doesn't care about this stranger's opinion of him, no matter how hot he is. “Fuck you, then,” the Hot Priest says, no real heat in his voice. Buck whips his head around to catch his eyes, the twinkle of understanding and a challenge glimmering side by side in them. He smiles despite himself and goes back in the restaurant.

tagging the homies @anxieteandbiscuits @bucks118 @911onabc @roy-kents @diazass @try-set-me-on-fire @ anyone and everyone else who wants to share <3

I already drew strawberrinette so it’s just peach adrien .. biiig stretch >:3

citrus sours outfit meme