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Bring him to me plz🙏🏾

Introducing husband number 1♡

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Been thinking about how the new Superman movie did a really good job of giving Clark interests beyond “Truth, Justice, and a Better Tomorrow.” He likes pop punk rock. His favorite meal is breakfast for dinner. Clark does a little dance when he gets the front cover byline. He likes to doom-scroll. Unclear if he’s a dog guy. His girlfriend makes him hot cocoa when he’s sad. So often Superman in film has zero personality beyond tortured alien that must guide humanity. Giving him these small details made the character feel so much more real. He really is just a guy doing his best.

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In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

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i can’t unsee christian bale as patrick bateman. i can’t. either he nailed that role or he’s just built to only play patrick bateman.

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I know everyone tries to make it cutesy but this is exactly what will happen if Jason Todd ends up having a crush on you:

-stares holes into your head across the room. You’re just trying to exist and he’s looking at you like he’s about to smash his head into a wall if you don’t look back

-avoids you. But gets MAD when you do the same

-will try (and fail awfully) to act cool and detached bcs he thinks his feelings will go away if he does that, also is really, really mean to you bcs he wants you to hate him (spoiler: you do NOT hate him)

-won’t let you help him with his injuries/wounds/mission goes FERAL when you don’t let him help you

-will kill in jealousy 85% chances

-over all acts like he was let out of a psych ward recently

-has no game but will give you devastating yearning and cruelty ^^

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Every day I come up with a new way I relate to chase Davenport. Most have to do with personal headcannons that make sense to me. I have a list

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Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

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✧ on sam winchester & why i see myself in him ✧

there’s something about sam winchester that’s always felt too close.

not the demon blood. not the apocalyptic destiny.

just… the being him part.

that quiet, aching kind of rebellion. the constant tug-of-war between duty and desire. between being who you have to be, and who you want to be.

he wanted more. not in a selfish way—but in that soul-deep, “i can’t breathe in this box” kind of way. i grew up with that feeling too. no map, no real guidance—just instinct, curiosity, and the kind of ambition people call “too much” until it works.

but the part that gets me most? is how his anger is always taken from him.

he breaks and suddenly he’s the one that has to be calm. collected. reasonable.

and god, that’s me. i’ve felt that heat in my chest only to swallow it whole, again and again, because no one ever really lets me be angry. not really. not without guilt.

sam thinks he’s the one looking after dean—but most of the time, he’s the one being carried. i know that feeling.

i act like i’m the strong one for my brother. the “together” one. but deep down, it’s him holding me together. always has been.

and everyone sam loves? they leave. or they die. or they disappear into the kind of silence that makes you think it’s your fault.

i’ve felt that too. the empty space people leave behind. the guilt that worms its way into your chest no matter how many times you tell yourself you did your best.

what i love most about him though—what hurts the most—is how hard he tries to understand people.

especially the judged ones. the ones everyone else writes off.

he meets them with empathy. not pity. just… understanding.

and i try to live that way too. i have to. because i know what it’s like to be looked at like a problem someone’s trying to solve instead of a person just trying to survive.

and in all that hurt, all that weight—he still finds joy in little nothings.

singing “dead or alive” in the impala like a dork.

nerding out over old lore or weird facts.

seeing something random and lighting up because it reminds him of the person he used to be before the world told him who he had to become.

i do that too.

a line in a song. a random view. a smell that reminds me of childhood. a quote that hits too hard.

sometimes that’s all it takes to keep going.

sam winchester is heavy with guilt, bursting with heart, and always trying—despite everything.

he’s kind when he doesn’t have to be.

soft in a world that punishes softness.

a walking contradiction.

and maybe that’s why i see myself in him.

because i’m one too.

— addy

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn family #siblings #chosen softness #gentle rage #tumblr textpost #mine #personal #relatable #comfort character

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“she was home — and he wanted to stay.”

you know what gets me about sam and jess? it’s not the tragedy, even though yeah, it wrecks me. it’s the normalcy he built with her — or tried to. sam winchester, the boy who grew up in motel rooms and the backseat of the impala, chasing monsters and trying to stay a step ahead of grief, found someone who made him believe he could just be. no exorcisms, no silver bullets, no salt circles. just burnt cookies in a shared apartment, early mornings, law school textbooks, love that wasn’t born from survival but softness.

sam loved jess with a kind of hope that was new for him. she represented the life he chose — not the one he inherited. and the most painful part? he was never going to have both. family or freedom. jess or the hunt. because in his world, happiness has a price, and it always collects.

i think that’s what hits me on a personal level. the fear that no matter how hard i try to build something soft, something stable — life will come crashing through the ceiling like a poltergeist i didn’t ask for. that the second i let myself feel safe, something will take it. that choosing peace is somehow selfish. and yet, like sam, i still crave it.

sam didn’t just lose jess. he lost the version of himself that believed he could stay out. and maybe that’s what we all mourn — the versions of ourselves we tried to become, in lives that felt almost possible.

and god, don’t we all have our “jess”? the person, the place, the plan that made us think: maybe this is it. maybe i don’t have to keep running.

and when that’s gone, who do we become?

This edit wrecked me into writing this

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i wonder what it's like to be emotionally stable. anyways [thinks about fictional characters to survive] i am fine

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i don’t think people who don’t read comics/mostly read wfa understand how much of a dweeb tim drake actually is because he was supposed to be a Good Role Model For Tween Boys in the 90s. one time he found out his roommate at boarding school was an alcoholic so he poured all his alcohol down the drain instead of just ignoring it like a normal person. his girlfriend wanted to have sex with him and instead of just saying “i’m not ready” he launched into a monologue about how “making love is like opening a door” and he “isn’t ready to open that door yet” because they “might have adult feelings for each other, but [they’re] still just kids.” 90s tim was the type of kid to remind the teacher to assign homework. he somehow got mad bitches even though everyone highkey thought he was weird. in one panel of one issue he randomly said he had to be “vewwy quiet” and never spoke like that again. he canonically plays dungeons and dragons (or the fictional dc equivalent). the money his dad left him after he died wasn’t even a lot because his dad went bankrupt shortly before his death. like it was a substantial amount but not enough to make him rich. i cannot stress enough that tim was SUCH a Regular Guy TM and constantly worried about not standing out. he purposefully did bad at sports and pretended to be winded in gym class so people wouldn’t suspect anything. like he wouldn’t even try and be average, he would purposefully almost fail. he is not a cool rich skater kid guys he’s such a dork

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Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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Supernatural OC Character Analysis

Adaline is not easy to describe. She’s like a song Enter Sandman, with a hint of Cherry Pie—strange, unexpected, but once you understand her, she leaves a mark. To Dean, she’s a challenge: quick-witted, guarded, but undeniably human. A girl who learned early not to let anyone see her struggle, but who still fights to show who she truly is. Someone who looks like she doesn’t care but feels everything way too deeply.

She’s no stranger to having to prove herself, especially as a woman in the hunting world—a place that doesn’t offer grace. Her mask is perfect—too perfect—but beneath it, she’s still the girl who never had a real childhood. Adaline is silly in the middle of serious moments, argues over Five Guys vs. Burger King, and makes jokes to hide the pain of constantly needing to prove she’s worth something. She’s sarcastic when she’s scared, loud when she’s hurting, and playful when she’s exhausted. You’d never guess how many nights she’s cried herself to sleep because she’d joke about it before she admits it. She was pushed into the hunting life way too young, and she learned fast that people respect strength—so she built her whole personality around it. But behind all that bite and sharp wit is a girl who still wonders if she’s enough.

Adaline is reckless, stubborn, fiercely loyal, and always ready to fight—even when it’s for something small and silly. But she’s also observant, the kind of person who remembers how you take your coffee, the song that calms you down, the way you flinch at certain words. She notices everything, even if she pretends she doesn’t care.

And then there’s Dean.

Dean—who was never the type to get attached, not really. Not unless it was already too late. But Adaline got under his skin in ways he didn’t see coming. She challenges him. She pisses him off. She makes him laugh when he’s trying to be mad. And sometimes, she says something so wildly out-of-pocket, he can’t help but look at her, smirk, and say, “You. Just you.”

They fight a lot—like, a lot. But it’s not just about the arguments. It’s about everything they’re too afraid to say. He’ll call her out when she shuts down. She’ll force him to sit in his feelings when he tries to drink them away. They’re both terrified of love, not because they don’t want it, but because they’ve never seen it last. And yet, they keep showing up for each other.

They’re nobody’s son and nobody’s daughter—kids who grew up too fast, who never really had the safety of a real home. But somehow, they find it in each other. Not all at once. Slowly. Painfully. Brick by brick. They both have their walls, but Dean doesn’t just want to climb hers—he wants to help her tear them down while showing her he’s working on his, too.

Adaline is for the girls who got tired of pretending they didn’t care. The ones who begged the universe for one reason to stay, and found it in someone’s smile. She’s for the girls who were told they were too much, too loud, too angry—but all they ever needed was someone to say, “I see you. I’m not leaving.”

She’s not soft, but she’s not cold either. She’s real. Raw. And sometimes, when Dean looks at her like she’s the only thing that makes sense in his world, she lets herself believe she’s allowed to be loved without having to earn it.

Because maybe, just maybe, broken people can still build something whole.

#Adaline #SupernaturalOC #DeanWinchester #OCxCanon #HunterLife #FoundFamily #EmotionalDamageHours #Nobody’sDaughter #DeanxOC #CharacterStudy #WritingRamble

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“mark grayson is the definition of a nerdy, passionate, slightly tragic boy who somehow manages to be the cutest superhero in existence and i can’t stop loving him”

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Listen. Mark Grayson is the definition of “awkward, cute, and so incredibly powerful you don’t even realize how strong he is until he does something completely insane.”

And I don’t just mean the whole “Invincible” thing—though yes, he is a literal superhero with more raw potential than the entire Justice League put together.

But Mark? He’s so much more than that. He’s:

Adorkable as hell. Like, seriously, when he’s not in “I’m-Invincible” mode, he’s the nerd who tries so hard but still gets caught up in the chaos around him. He’s still a kid, figuring out who he is, what his role is in this huge world, and honestly, he feels like a walking, talking messy-haired pile of potential.

So incredibly passionate. Mark has this crazy passion for justice, doing what’s right, saving people—but it’s not always easy. His ideals often clash with reality, and he’s torn between wanting to protect the world and facing the harsh truths that not everything works out the way it should.

Emotionally honest. He doesn’t hide his feelings. He’s out there, vulnerable, angry, hurt, but still trying to do his best. He’s literally the “trying-to-do-the-right-thing” guy, and like, we all need more of that energy in the world.

I’ve been watching Invincible and like—no spoilers—but the way Mark carries the weight of his world, his emotions, and the expectations of being a superhero… it’s both heart-wrenching and SO relatable. He’s this good-hearted, naive guy just trying to figure things out, and like—can you even blame me for falling in love with him?

Now, let’s talk about his nerdy side:

This boy adores comics. Not just because he’s a superhero but because he’s a fan of them too. You can feel his excitement for the world he’s part of, even when that world is seriously messed up. The moment he tries to be just a normal kid again—like when he’s just chilling with friends and geeking out over random stuff—there’s this energy about him that feels like a boy you want to take home to meet your parents.

And the passion? Don’t get me started on the passion. He wants to protect the world, he wants to be good, and yeah, he’s imperfect—but his drive? It’s infectious. When he gets caught in the conflict of his emotions, his superhero responsibilities, and his personal life—that’s where Mark shines. He feels so real because of his flaws, his self-doubt, and that desire to do better.

Mark Grayson is THE superhero. He’s the boy who tries his hardest, feels everything deeply, and still somehow finds the courage to be the hero when it counts. And for me? That’s the most adorable, relatable, and attractive thing about him.

And if you want me to be real honest? I would die for him. Literally. If he wanted to just sit in a room and read comics together, I’d consider that a perfect date.

Ughhh, why do I love him so much? That chokehold though… is real. (Season three ending) I can’t wait a year without a new episode it’s killing me.

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“chase davenport is literally a nerdy heartthrob and disney tried to convince me he wasn’t HOT, and I will never forgive them”

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okay so can we TALK about how Disney tried to convince us that CHASE DAVENPORT was just “the nerdy, awkward kid” and not an absolute heartthrob with layers????

like, let me paint you a picture of Chase:

he’s got messy hair that’s perfect, but they tried to make it “quirky” (it’s hot).

he’s awkward, sarcastic, a little too smart for his own good—and yet still manages to be adorable while doing it.

Also my man he was hot, that super bionic body and don’t even get me started on that one training compression shirt on him. (Guys no way we all didn’t fold at how great looking this guy was!)

And Disney was like, “nah, just make him the funny guy who doesn’t really get the girl.”

EXCUSE ME?? We’re supposed to believe this nerdy genius with perfect comedic timing and insane powers wasn’t supposed to be the most swoon-worthy character??? You had him all along and pretended he wasn’t a dreamboat? Disney, I see you.

Let me be clear:

CHASE is the nerdy boy who:

doesn’t know how hot he is.

Accidentally flirts with you by being way too confident in his own intelligence.

Makes the most dorky, awkward jokes that are somehow way more charming than they should be.

Gets all shy when you compliment him but also keeps that smile locked behind a sarcastic remark. (Like “oh, I totally didn’t mean to save your life, I’m just that good” and internally he’s like “oh no I hope they like me”).

Disney really thought they were slick, trying to sell us the whole “geeky boy who isn’t conventionally attractive but is secretly a genius” thing, like we were too dumb to realize we were falling for the ultimate cute nerd.

Like, I see it now, Disney. I see your attempts at making him “the quirky sidekick,” but guess what? He’s the main character of my heart.

CHASE is:

so charmingly nerdy that it makes your heart explode.

A nerd, sure, but a hot nerd—like, he could build a time machine, crack a joke, and still somehow make you blush.

And let’s be real: if Chase walked into a room today, he’d still be a total heartthrob. The combo of brains, awkwardness, and genuine sweetness is a recipe for a boy I’ve been obsessed with since childhood. Disney didn’t want us to admit it, but I know the truth. We all had a crush on him, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

Chase Davenport is the definition of nerdy heartthrob energy, and Disney can keep pretending he wasn’t hot all they want. I KNOW.

And I’ll love him forever for it.

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“i am so normal about chase davenport (i am not. help.)”

me: i just want someone emotionally mature and stable

also me: why do i keep falling for the boy genius with god-tier sass and a repressed savior complex?

okay so here’s the thing.

CHASE. freaking. DAVENPORT.

he’s the smallest one in the group. the “kid.” the one everyone dismisses because he’s “just the smart one” and he carries that like a backpack full of bricks. he acts like he’s fine. like he wants to be above it. but he wants to be chosen. and seen. and respected. and I FEEL THAT.

this boy will literally:

insult you and then build you a life-saving device with shaking hands

pretend he’s not jealous when you look at someone else but sulk for 3-5 business days

say “whatever” and then internalize that entire conversation for the next decade

melt if you call him out gently like “hey, i know you’re just trying to help”

and don’t even get me started on the way he tries to be perfect

like he thinks if he messes up one thing, he loses value?? EXCUSE ME?? where is his therapist and can i fight them???

i know i’m projecting. shut up.

CHASE is that character for me. not just a crush. not just a “oh he’s cute.”

he’s like… the blueprint. he’s the origin story. he’s the reason i have a type.

but real talk—i see him, and i see me. overthinking, trying too hard, pretending not to care. he’s the kind of character that makes me want to climb into the screen and say, “you don’t have to be the best to be enough.”

he is the love of my childhood.

and the comfort character of my adulthood.

and i don’t know how to explain it but… i just get him. and he gets me. even if he’s fictional.

anyway.

chase davenport is my roman empire.

and i will never recover.

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Am I alone in interpreting American Psycho as a film akin to Eyes Wide Shut? It has the same surreal, nightmarish quality, and is an unsettling descent into the psyche of a world governed by wealth and power. Like (Father) Kubrick's film, it serves as an exposé of the elite, and reveals a society in which individuals are reduced to mere pawns, stripped of intrinsic value by the relentless machinery of capitalism. Interpretations of American Psycho vary widely. Some view it as an indictment of capitalism, while others argue that the events exist solely within the mind of its protagonist, Patrick Bateman. However, I think the film's true essence is in its portrayal of how a society driven by wealth and status fosters psychopathy. Consider the moment when that real estate agent, showing an apartment where Bateman has committed murder, exhibits complete indifference. To her, the crime is irrelevant. What matters is the sale, and the profit. This underscores the film’s central thesis: morality is secondary to financial gain. Bateman's confession, followed by his lawyer's dismissal of it as delusion, does not necessarily indicate that the murders were imaginary. Rather, it shows a deeper truth, that those in power will go to great lengths to conceal inconvenient realities. His so-called friends are self-absorbed and apathetic. They mirror a world where even Bateman himself is disposable. Their existence is defined by competition, and it is a relentless game of one-upmanship.

two honourable mention on my ever-changing letterboxd favourites !!

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i completely agree w you. the surreal, (sometimes dreamlike) atmosphere in american psycho does evoke a similar sense of impending dread & unease as eyes wide shut. both films expose a world that, on the surface level, seems pristine, but underneath is deeply corrupt and disillusioned. i love how you point out the way the characters in american psycho are all unknowing (or knowing but passive) pawns within a capitalist machine, where human life = transactions. the murders patrick committed (while possibly subjective. more likely imagined), highlight the shallowness of the world he inhabits: profit, status, the valentino suit or dorsia reservation outweighs any sense of morality. bateman’s pointless confession, brushed off as delusion, serves as a commentary on in real life, those in power manipulate reality to avoid accountability. it’s a harrowing, yet astute portrayal of a society where psychopathy & ambition often go hand in hand, and the idea of “winning” becomes more important than humanity.