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RHODEY WAS THE ONE AT TONY'S SIDE FROM THE FIRST MOVIE TO THE LAST FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS AND THE LAST THING HE DID WAS CRADLE TONY'S FACE IN ONE CAREFUL, GAUNTLETED HAND AND LOOK AT HIM WITH ALL THE LOVE AND CARE IN HIS HEEEEEEEEEART
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The thing that gets me about when people are talking about Addams Family Values is that everyone assumes that Debbie is gone? She's not gone. She's just buried. (This is proven when her hand finally breaks through the soft earth of her grave and grabs Joel.)
Like. It's the lore. An Addams cannot kill another Addams. Wednesday and Pugsley are trying to kill each other because they know they won't succeed, they're just trying to see who can be the most creative at murder. Just because Debbie has married into the Addams family doesn't mean that she isn't a true Addams. (Again: Evidenced by her hand coming out of her grave.)
Debbie is coming from relationships where no one listened to her. "Her reasons were frivolous and materialistic!" Uh, maybe, but they were also a symptom of NOT BEING LISTENED TO BY PEOPLE WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT HER. Her parents couldn't even listen to her long enough to get the right fucking doll. And guess what? The Addams listened to her and sympathized.
Less "Morticia and Debbie would have been such good friends if she hadn't died 😔" and more "Debbie learns what a loving family who actually listens to what she wants feels like and has to learn not to expect them to think less of her and her wants. And also she tries to kill everyone because that's how Addams show affection."
#movies#i for one think she could become an EXCELLENT aunt that the kids look up to#even wednesday#same#adams family
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Hilda by Duane Bryers
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That spring, Steve’s mom finally gets tired of getting cheated on and files for divorce. His dad is a dick about it and hires a bunch of lawyers to ensure that she basically leaves with nothing. Worse, he fights her for custody of Steve and taunts her with the fact she’ll never see him again - because why would any teenager want to give up everything, just to rough it out with their train-wreck of a mother? But jokes on him cause the judge basically leaves it up to Steve, and Steve would rather stomp on his own balls than get stuck with that asshole. Even if it means having to leave the big house and his car and starting over in a new place where nobody knows him.
Steve never met his mother’s side of the family in California. All he really knows is that the family disapproved of her marriage. There’s a story about his aunt coming to visit once on his birthday when he was like five, but she got in a fight with mom and she’s never been back. So Steve doesn’t even think about them when he tries to imagine what he and his mom are going to do on their own. He imagines her selling her car and the other gifts dad put in her name over the years to rent a decent apartment somewhere, maybe in Indianapolis or Chicago.
He’s really shocked one night when she announces that she’s been in touch with her family, and she she asks him about how he feels about moving to California to some sleepy little town called Moonwood. She tries to enthuse him about it by going on about how beautiful it is there, right at the edge of the national forest, but Steve’s more concerned with the fact that they’ll be living with people who hate them - and in the sticks too! Its two hours to the nearest mall! How’s he gonna find a job in this place? And what about school?
But Steve looks around at the hotel they’ve been staying in and the paper thin smile she fixes on her face to try and hide her broken heart from him and how fucked everything is, and he just wants her to be okay.
They move to California, and the one bright side is the relatives turn out to be not all that hateful. There’s awkward tension and a shit load of history there for sure, but from the minute they pull up to his grandparents house the door is thrown open and they’re welcomed with open arms. His grandpa seems a little stiff at first, but Steve gets the impression its because he doesn’t know what to do with himself as Steve’s mom and his grandma hug each other and cry. The weirdest part is when they start speaking in a language Steve’s never heard his mother use before.
Later his aunt tells him it’s lythan, but she just laughs when Steve asks if that means they’re from Lithuania. Apparently lythan is a very old language that started in romania and is only spoken today in two places. Here, and some village in romania that an ancestor immigrated from.
None of this is making sense to him but he’s just happy his mother seems happier and that he has help taking care of her, since she’s still pretty broken up about the divorce. She’s always been a passionate woman his mom. The kind of person who believes in soulmates and love at first sight. She’s always told him that when he meets the one for him he’ll know it in an instant and that he should hang on to that person with his whole heart. Which sounded great and all when he was a kid, but honestly just makes him sad now when he looks at how things turned out with her and his dad.
The first week after they get there, Steve cant sleep and catches his mother, his grandmother and his aunt talking in the kitchen late one night. He overhears her say that she knew it was a risk being with his dad, but that she’d have regretted it more if she didn’t follow her heart. Even if she wasn’t the one for Steve’s dad the way he was for her, she’d always be grateful because she has Steve. But she doesn’t want him to grow up feeling like he has to change who he is and like he always has to be the one giving to someone else just to be loved.
For the first time since the divorce Steve is almost mad at her - wants to shout it’s too late mom! - but the feeling passes as quickly as it comes. He’s just sad, for them both. But he hopes things will be okay here and that this can be a new start. It could be worse right? At least he gets a room to himself. Yeah it’s kinda weird that his aunt still lives at home and nobody seems to have a problem with that, or is talking about what his moms plans are like they expect that she’ll just be there forever now. But he figures they’re all just focused on making up for lost time right now.
And his grandma says that people in Moonwood stay close to home anway, and that most of them spend their whole lives there without leaving. It shocks him to learn that she’s never been further outside of town than to the edge of the national forest.
His second worry, about finding a job, gets resolved by his his grandfather - who runs a soda shop on the beach. There’s not much traffic durring the off season, but in summertime the redwoods draw a fair number of tourists. Steve’s kept very busy scooping up ice cream and making root beer floats while he flirts with the gap year girls who come through in groups, to backpack through the forest. He’s just turned eighteen and he’s never had much of a problem picking up girls so he has a few flings. He gets invited to parties on the beach and ends up doing a lot of hiking that summer in his downtime. But then fall rolls around and with fewer and fewer groups of tourists passing through Steve finds himself at loose ends.
School starts up again and he realizes that maybe it was a mistake not to put more of an effort into meeting local kids and making a few connections beforehand. Schiller High is over in the next district, and Moonwood is so far out the kids have to be bussed in. Steve’s a little nervous about starting a new school in his senior year but he tells himself it’s just one year. One year and then he has no idea what to do with himself after that, but at least he won’t be forced to attend school anymore. Still, he begs his mom to let him take their car to school the first day so that he doesn’t have to be the oldest kid on the bus. He’s pretty sure that’s a social constant even out here in the middle of nowhere.
Schiller seems pretty normal at first. It’s about the same size as his school back in Hawkins was. The school receptionist calls in some guy named Tim to show him around his first day and make sure he gets to all his classes. Tim’s alright, but Steve can see the neon nerd sign blinking above his head and plays it cool. He’s not an asshole or anything, he just doesn’t want to close any doors before getting the lay of the land. Steve just wants an easy year and he’s not gonna get that if he’s hanging out with a bully magnet - sorry Tim. Plus, Steve’s not exactly thrilled about the way Tim talks about ‘moonies’ - which is apparently what other people call people from Moonwood, instead of hicks or whatever. Steve doesn’t bother telling Tim that he’s technically a moonie now too.
His aspirations to plant himself firmly in the middle of the student social hierarchy and go unnoticed for the next ten months involve finding a group - or a pack as his grandfather weirdly put it when he assured Steve he’d find his in no time and start to feel more at home once school started. He asks Tim about the school’s athletic teams because being on a team with a bunch of other guys will basically do the work for him. There’s a swim team that Steve is definitely going to try out for. He’s not sure about basketball. He only got started back in Hawkins because his dad thought it was manlier than ‘playing’ in the pool. But he likes it okay, and Tim says the Schiller team has actually won a few regional titles.
Even though it’s his last year Steve figures it can’t hurt his college applications to be on a winning team for once. He probably won’t to start or anything but he thinks he has a good shot of seeing some playing time.
“I would stick with swimming if I were you. There’s no way you’re getting on the team.” Tim laughs. “The head coach is a moonie and he only ever picks guys from Moonwood.”
That doesn’t seem very legal, but that’s not Steve’s problem. He figures Tim is probably exaggerating anyway, just salty that the coach is giving a little extra focus to the guys from the less privileged side of the tracks.
Until Steve actually sees Billy and some of the other guys from the team.
It’s just before lunch when Steve and Tim have stopped by Steve’s locker. A blond kid in a red and white letterman jacket appears at the mouth of the hall, flanked by two other guys. It’s like something out of a movie the way the hallway clears for them and the other students gaze at them with awe filled expressions as if they’re watching a parade of olympians pass through.
“That’s Billy Hargrove. He’s captain of the basketball team.” Tim answers the unspoken question in Steve’s glance. “Don’t get on his bad side. He’s pretty much the top dog around here.”
Steve doesn’t need Tim to tell him Billy runs things around here. The guy is built like the terminator. Like someone who has ascended above mere mortals and wouldn’t be out of place among the gods. He’s built like a man, Steve finally settles on with an prickle of embarrassment hot in his chest. Steve’s a guy and he doesn’t go out of his way to look at other guys a lot, but he appreciates the things about them that are enviable.
Only envy is the furthest thing from Steve’s mind when he first sees Billy. It’s like time slows for Steve. His mouth gets dry, and he thinks to himself that Billy Hargrove is beautiful, and he wonders what that’s like. Steve knows he’s good looking. This isn’t some self depreciation bullshit, it’s just inexplicably different somehow the way he looks at Billy and thinks he finally understands what real beauty is. The way he instantly wants to get closer to him, reach out and touch. Billy has none of the unfinished awkwardness of a teenager. He’s a poster child for physical perfection that Steve is convinced walked off of a poster taped up on somebody’s wall, and has no business walking down the halls of an American high school. Seriously. How is this guy real?
He spares a quick glance for the other two guys with Billy - Dave & Chet - just long enough to confirm that he’s fucked. If these are the kinds of guys they’ve got on the team, Steve has no chance of seeing anything but a bench all year.
Billy and the other two stop at a locker not far from Steve’s on the other side of the hall, but not before Billy’s gaze does a casual sweep around the hall - very much a king surveying his kingdom. Steve fully expects that gaze to pass right over him just as unimpressed as it does everyone else, but to his surprise Billy’s gaze locks with his and sticks.
A little tingle dances up Steve’s spine and he sucks in a breath. He can’t tell what color Billy’s eyes are from this distance - at first he thinks they are something light, like a blue or grey, but then the corner of Billy’s mouth tilts up in a smirk and the light hits them a certain way and they look almost gold as he runs his tongue over some very white fangy teeth. Jesus the guy has some chompers on him.
Steve’s not afraid of a fight but it’s profoundly unsettling to have some dude literally licking his chops at him like he can’t wait to take a bite of the fresh meat. He’s pretty sure he just landed himself on Billy Hargrove’s shit list and he has no idea why. Fuck his life.
But he figures there’s nothing he can do about it but ignore it and hope that Billy decides he’s not worth the trouble. Steve turns to shut his locker, sending the message with his back that he doesn’t care about the dude giving him the crazy eyes and that Billy doesn’t intimidate him. His sweaty palms tell a different story, but that’s for Steve and only Steve to know.
As he leaves, he can feel Billy’s eyes burning into his back like lasers.
So much for going unnoticed for the year.
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cheers to the “bruce wayne is not batman” tag on ao3
or alternatively, au where dr wayne moonlights at doc thompkins clinic where he keeps meeting these teen vigilantes….. WHOSE kids are these? who let these INFANTS out to fight crime? anyway he uses his sleeper detective skills to track down the vigilantes and…??? be their dad??
omg wait. the drake estate also has a cave system underneath that tim finds and opens it up as a base of operations and thats where the bat theme came from. i TAKE your batcave and i SHIFT it one plot of land to the left.
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Absolutely astounded by the reddit AITA of the woman asking if she was an asshole for naming her twins after "two characters from an obscure book who were platonic and only made romantic in the tv adaption." She fucking named her kids Aziraphale and Crowley.
#depends when she named it and it was obsure#its a rabid fanbase but its alsways been the smallest fandom of the authors other works
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An autumn prompt: harvest (maybe Horror Harvest?) Tony and Carol and Marvelous Warbirds.
The annoying thing about these characters is that they've all seen True Horrors.
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"You're not coming in with us," Tony said, voice flat, uncompromising.
Carol gaped at him, offended. Finally, though, she sputtered, "You're not the boss of me! Jim. Defend me."
"You're not coming in with us, Carol," Jim sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Carol made an offended sound and swiveled. "Maria! They're ganging up on me!"
Maria at least looked a little sorry as she said, "So am I, then. You can't go in with them, Carol."
"Why," Carol exclaimed, scowling.
"Because you punch people when you're scared, Carol!" Tony shouted, throwing his hands up. "Even if I wanted to go around paying people for their medical bills after you hit them--which I don't--these people don't work at the festival to get hit!"
At that, Carol felt all the fight leave her. "Oh."
"We were trying to be diplomatic about it," Jim said, shaking his head at her. "It's not that we don't want to include you, Carol, but it's literally too dangerous for you to come through the haunted house with us. They're really good at jump scares in this one and you... well..." He paused, obviously trying to be diplomatic again, then sighed in defeat. "You react to surprise with fists."
Carol frowned down at her hands, brows furrowing together. She'd been certain she could brush off any frights in the haunted house, but now that Jim mentioned it, she'd once almost punched Tony in the head when he just... appeared out of the bathroom at her. She'd only barely stopped in time, and she had to reluctantly admit that it was because Jim's reflexes had been faster and he'd grabbed her elbow.
"I'm only going so we can get the picture at the end for our collage," Jim added blithely.
Carol and Maria both swiveled their attention to him. "What collage," Maria asked solemnly.
Tony, oblivious, pranced up to them and held up his phone, which was showing a picture of a collage of the two of them in picture after picture, starting from baby-faced MIT students all the way up to last year. In each picture, they were looking at the camera, mouths open to scream in terror. Some years Tony was in front and Jim was gripping his shirt. Some years Jim was in front and Tony was hanging on him like a baby koala. They looked just as terrified in each picture, which could have meant they were into the horror of it, but also could have meant they literally never learned from past mistakes. Maria and Carol stared at Jim's expressionless face and decided it was probably the latter.
Tony beamed at them. "We do this every year!"
"Sometimes I just can't stand it," Maria whispered, running a hand down her face.
"It's like that TikTok meme Monica showed me," Carol said, wonder in her voice as she watched Jim ruffle Tony's hair. "The one with the song 'it's finally me and you, and you and me, just us... and your friend Steve.'"
"Do-do-do-do Steve!" Tony finished cheerfully, pointing at himself.
Jim remained unimpressed, though whether with them or Tony, they had no idea. "You knew me and Tony were a package deal from the beginning. He was there when we met. He kissing my cheek and everything so you knew we were codependent."
"DododododoSteve!" Tony agreed, slinging his arm over Jim's shoulders.
"You're incorrigible. We'll meet you by the donut stand," Carol sighed fondly, shaking her head, and Maria laughed when Tony started to follow them and wailed a wounded 'but donuts!' as Jim grabbed him by the collar to drag him to the line for the haunted house.
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Preorders available, dial 1-800-073-NAMI on your transponder snail now!
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I think that for every episode of bake off that has a foreign country as a theme there should be a special third judge that is just a grandma of that nationality and they should be equipped with an air horn they can toot in paul hollywood’s smug face whenever he confidently says something completely incorrect about a bake’s construction, flavour, texture, etc etc
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Oklahoma School for the Deaf has opened up FREE ASL COURSES for the Fall season this new school year and anybody can join. The courses close on December 31st of this year (2023) so if you've been thinking about learning ASL here is your opportunity to get professional lessons for FREE
If you're interested, here's the link: https://courses.osd.k12.ok.us/collections
This is a GOLDMINE for information because not only do you get free video lessons by professionals that you can do at your own pace, but there's also graded quizzes as well as resources to educate you on the history of Deaf culture as well as sub-communities within, with links to loads of different websites to read up on Deaf-related topics.
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There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:
Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")
Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")
It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")
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Pixar Elements plot: instead of being a do what you want not what your parents want it the message was more generational wealth and family expectations vs supportive parents with wealth. So didn't really connect with me.
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