#3.5 stars probably

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

I was not at all interested in seeing Gladiator II on account of the fact I never watched the first one but we ended up getting tickets for the wrong day for the movie we wanted to see, and we were already at the theater, so we watched it

And let me tell you, those awful twin emperors lit a fire in my brain. Every time they were on screen and every time the other villain was on screen I was having a great time. Fred Hechinger and Joseph Quinn ate and left no crumbs

[blodeuweddschild]

I find reviews like this so interesting because they lists out the entire point of the book but then proceeds to not get it. Like yes sometimes a book is about terrible people and the perspective presented by the narrator is cruel or warped. You were meant to hate them and feel despair at the lack of morality. The book did its job. Like it’s fine to not enjoy books like that but there’s just no reading comprehension there when those reasons are being listed as to why a book it bad

[hussyknee]

No shade to fanfic, because god knows there are some excellent ones, but when you get back to reading published novels after a long time, you realize how readable and consistently good even average professional writing is. I mean, the fact that there's more professional grade published writing than there is professional grade fanfic should be obvious, but it's easy to forget when you spend long enough immersed in fic alone.

[muirneach]

lmfao barbie not being in the top 16 highest rated movies this year…..

[paranoidhawk]

found out there are some reviews for Lookouts on Backloggd and wanted to post this funny one but theres some nice reviews here (link here)

[astarlightmonbebe]

packing is stressful

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Chapter 8, A moment of bliss

Masterlist Word count: 3.5 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Hi everyone. Enjoy Sylus being a switch/bottom for this one. He won't be for every chapter, but he's desperate and you've been waiting for this sooooo... I do want to remind everyone that this is my first time writing a smutty story. I hope it makes sense. <3

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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'And then he slept over,' you tell Zayne over the phone and quickly add, 'we just cuddled. It was nice.' He doesn't need to say anything for you to know he disapproves. Just wait, he'll tell you that you shouldn't invite men you don't know over to your apartment. Especially not types like Sylus. 

'That's nice. He deserves something good in his life.' "What?!" 'Are you still there?' You probably stayed silent with your jaw on the floor a little too long. Maybe you shouldn't be too surprised. When you showed Zayne a picture of Sylus he looked physically pained, but not in a fearful way. It was empathetic. 

'Yes, yes, I'm still here, sorry. I expected you to lecture me on inviting strange men into my apartment,' you admit. 

'I would, but I know this man. I think he's a good one,' Zayne admits, 'I'm glad you ran into him. Seems the type for you.' Fair enough. Zayne has listened to you whine about men often enough to be glad you're finally actually like one. There's a knock at your door and a rush of nerves goes through your system. 

'Oh, that must be him,' you tell Zayne, 'I'll call you later, okay? We still need to set a date for our annual trip.' 

'Sure. I'll talk to you later.' His voice sounds amused, almost like he's smiling through the phone. You feel a little flustered. He probably picked up on your tone change when you heard the knocks on the door. 

'Bye.' You put your phone in your pocket and walk towards the door, stopping in front of the hallway mirror to check yourself one last time. Outfit, comfy but cute. Hair, eh, good enough. Makeup, minimal but nice. You pull the door open to reveal Sylus in a barely buttoned black blouse and slacks. Now you feel awfully underdressed in your jeans. Are you sure you agreed on dinner and a movie at his place? This looks like he's taking you to a 3-star dining and rented the whole cinema. 

But, you should have known he was going to be dressed like that. After all, it was the same outfit he wore in his newest video. The one he posted today, earlier than he usually does. In a way, you feel like he did it to tease you. Especially since it wasn't all that erotic. It was just him sitting back against the headboard of his bed with a book in his hand, reading the most utterly horny smutty chapter you've ever heard in your damn life. It nearly made you fall off your chair running to your room to masturbate, but you decided against it. The night's still young after all. 

The chapter stuck with you though. Because it wasn't all that horny because of the actual sex happening, but more because of the love between the characters. To be desired so carnally, to be loved so openly, is a fucking turn on. 

'You look beautiful,' he notes, taking all of your thoughts away with one look. The way his eyes rake over you, you feel like you're a marble statue in a museum. Loved, admired, valued, but most of all, beautiful. A blush spreads on your cheeks. 

'Thank you. You look nice too.' 

'Just nice?' 

'Stunning.' The nerves don't calm down and you're not sure why. You've already had him in your bed, you kissed him, cuddled him, let him... Why are you blushing at the thought of it now? Is it because this is a proper date? It's not even that serious. It's just dinner and a movie at his place. 

'Ready?' He offers you his arm. You nod and place your hand on his forearm. It's awfully proper, but it does feel very nice to be treated so respectfully. 

'I have to say, I was expecting a kiss,' you admit. He grins and leans down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Nothing special, just a gentle greeting from a lover. 

A lover? No, more than that. It feels like home. Like you've been kissing his lips for years, but the spark is still there. Like this is how it's meant to be. Like he is completely and utterly in love with you, and you feel the same. 

Shit, you're in love. 

Sylus leads you into his apartment. The one time you were in there, you didn't really take in his decor. It's very much him. The whole place is made up of black, white, some dark wood tones, yet it still feels warm. It might be because he has taken a page out of your book with all the candles he's lit around the apartment. The dining table is set beautifully. There's red wine on the table already, along with a beautiful bouquet of deep red roses that look almost velvety. There's some music playing that feels slightly suggestive but not enough to comment on. 

'Wow, you really went all you,' you note. You feel his arm slip from your grasp and around your waist to pull you closer against him. He looks down at you with the lightest flicker of a big smile. 

'For you, I'd rearrange the stars if you asked me to. Now go sit down. Food will be ready in a bit.' 

Sylus stands behind the stove while you take a seat at the table. Of course, you take the seat across from the kitchen so you can watch him work. The way he slightly is swaying and softly humming along with the music is truly a vision to behold. A domestic vision. A vision of a future you'd like to live. 

He looks over his shoulder, seeing you leaning on your palm, elbow on the table, staring at him. You feel your cheeks heat up again but no urge to look away. Instead, you smile at him and he smiles back. He picks up the pan and walks over to the table, setting it down in the middle between the two plates.  

'Pasta alla Norma. Say when,' he says as he starts dishing out the food on your plate. You nod your head to him after a bit, having a very generous portion of pasta on your plate. He does the same for himself and grabs the wine to uncork it. All of it goes so smooth, so fluent, like every motion of his is perfected. 

And so is the food. It's not that special of a pasta dish but it's made so damn well. 'Is there anything you can't do,' you joke, 'I might just have to marry you right here and now.' His lips quirk into a smile. 

'Are you sure, sweetie? We barely know each other,' he teases back, 'what if I turn out to be a serial killer?' 

'Then I'd die a happy death.' Even though you are joking, somewhere in the back of your mind you know that it's true. You've never had a connection to anyone before like you have with him. It's new and exciting, but most of all it feels right. 

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The dinner is mostly uneventful, except that Sylus got some sauce on his clothes. He claimed it was because he was admiring you, but you saw him struggle to get the bite on his fork properly. However, this one time you decided not to tease him because you do want to cuddle up to him during the movie. 

At least, that was the plan. Pure innocent cuddling.  

Seems Sylus has different plans. You're sitting leaned against him, knees pulled up onto his lap, his arm around you, but for about ten odd minutes now his free hand has been tracing figured on your thigh. Each passing moment he seems to get a little bit closer to your inner thigh. 

The teasing gets you hot and bothered, which only makes Sylus smirk. You don't have to look up at him to know. He moves his other hand from your shoulder to your waist, his thumb gently rubbing your skin so that your shirt starts riding up until you feel his touch on your skin. 

That's when he shoves his other hand between your thighs, so close to your core, pulling a gasp from your lips. As you smack your hand in front of your mouth and look up, you can already feel Sylus’ laugh rumbling through his chest. You won't stand for that shit. 

With one swift movement, you sit yourself on his lap. Hands gently draped over his shoulders; hips so close to his but not quite close enough. He hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you right on top of his bulge. The friction makes you gasp, but you try to keep a straight face. 

'We're not watching the movie, are we,' he asks suggestively. You move your hands to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them slowly, one by one. In response, his hands start roaming over your hips, your thighs, they grace your ass and lower back. You feel yourself start to grind against him ever so slightly. It's almost involuntarily and gets more intense when you see how much Sylus is blushing while trying to keep a straight face. 

'Don't know why you're asking me. You're the one who started it.' Your hands get to the bottom button that you can still see. Instead of undoing it, you splay your hands out over his stomach, exploring all the skin you've freed as you rake your nails over the lean muscles on his stomach. 

'Mmm, I know sweetie, but consent is sexy,' he groans, moving his head towards your shoulder, he presses a kiss under your ear, 'do I have your consent?' 

'You do,' you say breathlessly, moving your hands behind his neck, entangling your fingers in his hair as you grind on him a little harder. He gently bites the spot he just kissed as a reply and grips your hips roughly, guiding you over him while he bucks up at you. His breathing becomes labored as you two dry fuck like a bunch of horny teenagers. 

He moves his head to kiss your lips. It's all tongue and teeth, desperately chasing a high. Somewhere in your mind you had expected Sylus to be cool, calm, collected when it comes to sex, but seeing him this excited because of you gives you confidence the likes of which you have never experienced. 

Suddenly, he drops his head back to your shoulder and bites down as his movements become less rhythmic. He stops moving all together and looks up at you with big eyes, staring up at you like you're made of pure stardust. 

'Did you just-' 

'Yes.' 

'Because-' 

'Because an angel was riding me.' A grin spreads across your face. He came in his pants like a fucking teenager because of you. That's so fucking hot. If he starts praising you any more you might just become a nightmare to deal with. 

'Wanna do it again without clothes?' 

'More than you could ever imagine.' He grabs your ass and stands up with you in his arms. A yelp slips from your lips as you quickly grab his shoulders. There's that smirk again. Shit, this could be the switch Olympics at this point, that way that you keep flipping. 

Being in Sylus’ bedroom is slightly strange. You've seen it from all angels before, even though you've never been there before. He lays you down on his bed and you see yourself looking back on the ceiling. For a second, your mind is completely lost until you realize that there's mirrors on his ceiling. Strangely, that doesn't surprise you in the slightest. 

Then, you see Sylus taking off his shirt. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him as he undoes the button on his jeans. A devious idea pops into your head and you grab his hand to stop him.  

He watches you intensively as you switch places with him so he is seated at the edge of the bed. His eagerness to touch you has a hold on him but he's trying so hard to let you do whatever. You take his hands and guide them to the hem of your shirt. Then, you slide them up. He quickly catches on and helps you take your shirt off, revealing a beautiful black lace bra. 

'Shit,' he cusses under his breath, tossing your shirt somewhere in the corner. His hands move to your jeans and undo the button and zipper. One peek at your matching undies has him groaning. He helps you step out of your jeans and grabs your hips gently, pulling you towards him. You put your hands on either sides of his face. His eyes are on yours, but they keep flickering down to your lips while his thumbs gently rub your hips. 'All this for me?' 

'All for you.' Your voice comes out sultry, seductive. Nothing you've ever sounded like before. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, and kisses you slowly. 

'You look beautiful,' he mumbles against your lips, drunk off your body and the lingering thought of being inside it. He finally peels himself off your body and switches sides with you again. 'Lay down. I'll be right back.' 

'Don't leave me,' you whine as you grab his hand. He stops for a second, physically restraining himself. 

'Condom,' he says and lets go of your hand, disappearing into the bathroom. You decide to sit on your knees in the middle of the bed, eagerly awaiting his return while you soak through your panties. It takes him less than a minute to come back, and when he does his jeans are already off. You eye his bulge with your mouth slightly agape. Sure, you had seen it before, but everything looks smaller on a phone screen. He catches the worry in your eyes as he puts one knee on the bed to be closer to you. 'We don't have to-' 

'Shut up,' you quip, 'I'll be fine. Just go slow.' There's that grin again. With one hand, he reaches behind you and unhooks your bra with ease, with the other he hands you the condom, then he guides you onto your back. You try to take off your bra as you lay, but he grabs your hand and guides it to his hair. For a second, you don't understand but then he dips his head down and starts kissing your chest, slowly making his way over your clothed nipple and kissing it, leaving a wet spot on the lace. With his other hand he pushes the straps off your shoulders.  

Within seconds you are reduces to a whimpering, moaning mess. Your legs spread to make room for him and he gratefully takes his place between them. Sylus finally grabs the bra and removes it, joining it with your shirt and pants on the floor. His hand returns to your breast quickly, his hand gently massaging it while his lips make their way down lower. 

Slowly but surely, he reaches your panties and places lingering kisses just above them. Your hips buck up towards him and you hear the rumble of his rich chuckle. 'Sweetie, you know what you do to me. I fear I might not survive if I spend all my time between your legs.' 

'And I fear I might not survive if you don't fuck me right now,' you groan, giving a firm thug on his hair. You hear him gasp and it goes straight to your pussy. You cuss under your breath as you look down at the smug smile he wears. His fingers hook under your panties and pull them off. They join your other clothing on the floor. 

'You're soaked,' he notes, satisfied. 

'And you're not inside me yet.' Another rumbling laugh as he reaches for his own boxers and pulls them off in a swift motion. Shit, he's big and... are those- 

'They'll feel good. Trust me,' he promises as he watches you look at the two piercings making up his frenum ladder. You reach out to touch it and he lets you. He shivers under your touch as you run your hand over the metal beats on the underside of his dick. 

'One of these days I'm going to make you fuck me raw,' you say, not really realizing what you're saying as you're completely enamored with his dick and piercings. 

'You can't say stuff like that. I'm trying to go slow,' he almost gasps for air with every word and snatches the condom from your hand to quickly roll it on. You watch him lean over you, one of his hands firmly planted next to your head, the other guiding his cock towards your entrance. 

'Fuck slow.' You wrap your legs around him, pulling him towards you. He slips inside easily but goddamn it's a fucking stretch to say the very least. All you can hear is a mixed chorus of groans and gasps. He doesn't move his hips as his eyes study your face, fearing the discomfort he sees might be too much for you. However, you could care less. You feel so incredibly full and ecstatic to be spending the night with him that you might just burst right now. You reach out for him, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss. 

'Are you alright,' he asks, holding off the kiss until he has your ok, 'I'm all the way in.' 

'I'm fine. Just kiss me and please move. I need it so fucking bad,' you beg. He does as you say, crashing his lips on yours as he sets a painfully slow tempo to get you used to him. You feel like you're going to snap if he keeps this up. 'Please move faster.' Your words sound more like a moan. 

'Are you sure, sweetie? You seem to be enjoying it just fine.' He looks down at you with pure amusement. Seems he's in a mood. You quickly shove his arm and manage to turn him on his back, not that he puts up much of a fight. 

'I thought you wanted me on top,' you tease back, sheeting yourself on his dick in one motion before he can even respond. Sylus lets out a low groan, throwing his head back and clawing at your hips for something to hold on to. 'Are you going to be a good boy for me and let me ride you?' 

'What happens if I say no.' 

'You'll have to find out.' He nods in response and makes himself comfortable on the pillows. You take that as your go ahead and set an absolutely feral pace. He was right about those piercings. They feel amazing.  

The horniest gasp you've ever heard slips from Sylus’ lips as he turns bright red in the face. His hands move down to your thighs, nails digging into your skin. You'll certainly have bruises tomorrow. 

'Does that feel good,' you ask him as you lean down a little, planting your hands on his chest, nails raking over his pecs. 

'Yes,' he moans, looking absolutely beautifully drunk on you. You feel your high approaching, as does he from what you can tell. He's so close to unraveling and it's beautiful. You wish you could capture this moment, keep this feeling bottled up on your nightstand.  

His hands move back to your hips as he suddenly plants his heels against the mattress and starts trusting up into you, hitting new highs deep inside of you. Highs that no one has ever hit before. Highs that you want him to hit each and every day. He's addicting. Your whole body is tingling as you lean closer towards him, trying to keep up with his pace while you kiss him. He seems too focused to kiss you properly. It's a mess of spit, biting, teeth clanking, and it's so fucking hot. You lick down his neck as you feel your high approaching so fucking fast. 

And there it goes. You hear an animalistic groan next to you, feel it rumble through his chest as his motions become sloppier. Your body topples over the edge and in a moment of absolute bliss, to suppress the absolutely vile sounds you make, you bite down on his shoulder. Hard. Sylus moans at the pain, grabbing your ass to push your body down against him, holding you in place speared on his cock. 

Waves of pleasure shake through your body as Sylus presses sweet kisses on top of your head. His hips move ever so slightly, helping you ride it out. Your eyelids start feeling heavy, your body is aching, your pussy is clenching up. 

'Are you alright?' Sylus voice is different now. It sounds almost worried. You release his shoulder from your bite and prop yourself up on his chest. 

'Peachy,' you reply with a hazy smile, 'wanna take a nap and do it again in a few hours?' 

There goes that rumbling laugh of his again. His hands start rubbing your back as he leans up to peck your lips. It's such an innocent gesture if you don't think about the fact that his dick is still inside you, twitching with every single tiny movement you make. 'As much as I would like that. Let's give it a few more hours and do it again in the morning. Deal?' 

'Only if we take a shower together.' 

'I'll do you one better. I have a tub.' 

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Book Blanket Project: Light from Uncommon Stars

This year I decided to try the "crochet a blanket square for every book you read" idea. I'm only going to be creating squares from books that I give at least 3.5 stars to, so it will probably take me more than a year to create, but here's my first square of the year!

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.75

[butchsaint]

i finished it. just me, mary, joseph, and baby jesus against the world.

incidents in the house by josh malerman is so scary so far that i am sleeping with a nightlight for the first time in many many years 😀

[bunnib4b3s]

Zayne- Rainy Day

Synopsis: With the massive downpour and unsafe roads ,you and Zayne decided to get a hotel room, but unfortunately there is only one bed. Through the night you mix up yours and Zayne's bags and find a wrapped gift and a letter addressed to you.

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Childhood-Friends-to-Lovers, Smut, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 3000+

The rain was hammering against the windows of the cafe you and Zayne decided to check out.

You wrapped your hands around the steaming mug in front of you, trying to chase away the lingering chill from the storm outside. Across from you, Zayne sat back in his chair, absentmindedly stirring his drink, his gaze flicking to the window where the downpour showed no sign of letting up.

"We’re not making it home tonight, are we?" you murmured, already knowing the answer.

Zayne sighed, shaking his head. "Not with the roads like this. It would probably be safer to stay at a hotel tonight."

You pull out your phone to find decent hotels within walking distance to you both. You find a 3.5 star hotel just 3 minutes away right by a convenience store.

“They’ve got a room,” you said, relief washing over you. “Let’s go before it’s gone.”

By the time you both made it to the hotel, the rain had soaked through your clothes, leaving you shivering as you approached the front desk. The clerk barely spared you a glance as he slid the key across the counter.

"Room 520." Zayne muttered.

Gratefully, you took the key and hurried down the hall with Zayne. When you pushed open the door, though, you both stopped in your tracks.

A single bed sat in the center of the room.

Silence stretched between you before Zayne let out a short sigh. “Well. That’s unexpected.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Zayne shook his head with a small smile. “Relax. You take the bed—I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You frowned. “Zayne, no. That’s not fair.”

He shrugged, already grabbing an extra pillow from the bed. “It’s not a big deal. As a hunter you need the rest more than I do.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “Absolutely not. You’re a doctor, Zayne. You run on, like, five hours of sleep a night as it is. You need actual rest.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve slept in on-call rooms that make this look like a five-star hotel. I’ll be fine.”

You sighed in frustration. “Then at least take the bed, and I’ll—”

“Nope,” he cut in smoothly. “Not happening.”

You huffed, knowing there was no winning this argument. “Fine. But you’re not sleeping on the floor. At least take the couch.” You toss a pillow at him and he catches it with a smile and sets down the pillow.

He grinned. “Thank you.”

With the decision settled, you grabbed the toiletries you guys bought from a nearby convenience store, and the robe from the hotel's closet, heading for the bathroom. The moment the warm water hit your skin, a sigh of relief escaped your lips, the chill of the storm finally fading away. You closed your eyes, letting the steam surround you, but despite the soothing heat, your mind wandered.

Zayne.

It was ridiculous, really—thinking about him like this. He was your doctor. Your friend. And someone completely out of your league. He was the kind of man who always carried himself with quiet confidence, who saved lives, who was kind and charming without even trying. Meanwhile, you were… well, you.

You exhaled sharply, shaking the thought away as you finished up and wrapped yourself in a towel. No use dwelling on impossible things.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you found Zayne waiting with his own change of clothes in hand. He gave you a small smile as he brushed past you, the scent of his coffee from earlier lingering in the air as the door shut behind him.

Still distracted, you reached for your bag, fingers brushing against the zipper as you pulled it open. Without looking, you rummaged inside, searching for your moisturizer—when your hand closed around something unexpected.

Frowning, you pulled out a small, carefully wrapped package, and underneath it, a folded letter with your name scrawled across the front.

Your breath hitched.

This wasn’t your bag. It was Zayne’s.

He had been planning to give you something. The packaging wasn't just normal packaging, the wrapping paper was covered in hearts.

Your fingers tightened around the package as your pulse quickened. What was this? Why would Zayne have something for you, and why hadn’t he mentioned it?

Heart pounding, you hesitated, torn between putting it back and letting curiosity win. The neatly wrapped paper felt delicate in your grasp, and the letter beneath it bore your name in his familiar handwriting.

Before you could decide what to do, the bathroom door creaked open.

You jolted, shoving the gift back into the bag just as Zayne stepped out, running a towel through his damp hair. His robe clinging deliciously to his body as water was speckled on his collarbones and toned legs. It wasn’t fair, really, how effortlessly attractive he was.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You forced a nod, hoping your face wasn’t betraying you. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He gave a small smile, clearly just as worn out. “I am quite exhausted as well.”

Zayne moved toward the couch, adjusting the pillows to make it at least somewhat comfortable. You climbed into bed, turning off the bedside lamp, and for a while, the only sound was the steady rhythm of the rain against the window.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Not when your mind kept circling back to the gift tucked inside Zayne’s bag.

What was inside? And more importantly… what did it mean?

As you lay in the dark, listening to Zayne's steady breathing from the couch, your mind raced. The gift in his bag felt like a secret burning a hole in your consciousness. You tossed and turned, unable to shake the questions swirling in your head.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you heard Zayne's breathing deepen and even out. He was asleep.

You sat up slowly, your heart pounding. This was your chance. You could sneak over to his bag, retrieve the gift and letter, and satisfy your burning curiosity. But was it worth the risk? What if he woke up and caught you?

Taking a deep breath, you made your decision. Silently, you slipped out of bed, your bare feet padding across the carpet. You paused by the couch, watching Zayne's chest rise and fall in the dim light filtering through the curtains

You held your breath as you crept past Zayne's sleeping form, your eyes fixed on his bag resting against the wall. With trembling fingers, you unzipped it as quietly as possible, wincing at even the faintest sound in the stillness of the room.

Your hand closed around the small package and letter. You withdrew them carefully, clutching them to your chest as you tiptoed back to your bed. Once safely under the covers, you switched on your phone's flashlight, keeping it dim and angled away from Zayne.

The wrapping paper crinkled softly as you peeled it away, revealing a small velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat as you opened it. Inside lay a delicate necklace with a small pendant - a jasmine flower with a picture inside of you guys making a snowman when you were little. A flood of memories comes rushing back to me. You can vividly recall the day when you all went outside in the freezing cold to make a snowman. Granny Josephine captured the moment with her camera, and you can still see your and Zayne's rosy cheeks and noses as we ran inside afterward, following Caleb's lead.

With trembling hands, you set the necklace aside and unfolded the letter. Zayne's familiar handwriting filled the page:

"Dear MC,

I've been trying to find the right moment to give you this, but I guess I'm not as brave as I thought. There's something I need to tell you, something I've felt for a long time but never had the courage to say.

You've been my best friend since we were kids. We've been through so much together - laughter, tears, triumphs, and losses. But somewhere along the way, my feelings for you changed. Deepened. I found myself looking at you differently, seeing not just my childhood friend, but the amazing woman you've become.

The fact that I'm completely in love with you. Every time I see you, my heart races and I can't help but smile. It's like a fluttering feeling in my chest that won't go away.

I know we've always joked about being "just friends," but I can't pretend anymore. I want to be more than friends, MC. I want to be your everything. And if you're willing to take a chance on me, I promise to make every day of our lives together an adventure.

Forever and always,

Zayne"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you read Zayne's heartfelt words. Your mind raced as you tried to process everything he had just revealed. Was it possible? Could your best friend be in love with you?

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was a lot to take in, but one thing’s for sure - Zayne had been there for you through thick and thin, always supporting you and making you laugh when times were tough. You couldn't imagine your life without him.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice the couch creaking or the soft footsteps approaching until a gentle voice broke the silence.

"MC? What are you doing?"

Your heart leapt into your throat as you looked up to see Zayne standing beside the bed, his eyes wide with a mix of concern and something else you couldn't quite place. Guilt washed over you as you realized you'd been caught red-handed.

"Zayne, I... I'm so sorry," you stammered, clutching the letter to your chest. "I didn't mean to snoop, I just... I found it by accident and I couldn't help myself."

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I guess the cat's out of the bag then," he said softly, perching on the edge of the bed. His knee brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

Zayne's eyes met yours, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire. The air between you crackled with tension as he slowly leaned closer.

"MC," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I meant every word I wrote. I'm in love with you."

Your breath caught as his hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb traced your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine. Unable to resist any longer, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but quickly grew more passionate. Zayne's arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest as his tongue swept into your mouth. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His lips were soft yet insistent, coaxing yours apart as the kiss deepened. A quiet moan escaped you as his tongue swept into your mouth even deeper.

Your fingers tangled in Zayne's hair as the kiss intensified. His hands roamed down your sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You gasped as he gently pushed you back onto the bed, his body covering yours.

Zayne broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at you. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his voice husky.

You nodded, unable to find words as his lips descended to your neck. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your throat, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. A breathy moan escaped you as he found a particularly sensitive spot below your ear.

Your hands slid under his shirt, tracing the planes of his muscular back. Zayne groaned against your skin, the sound sending shivers through you. In one fluid motion, he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it a few feet away.

You gazed up at Zayne, drinking in the sight of his toned chest and abs. Your hands reached out, tracing the contours of his muscles. Zayne's eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips once more.

The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with years of pent-up longing. Zayne's hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach. You arched into his touch, craving more.

Slowly, teasingly, he pushed your shirt up, breaking the kiss only to pull it over your head. His eyes roamed your newly exposed skin, dark with desire.

"God, MC," he breathed. "I've dreamed of this for so long."

His lips descended to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he nipped and suckled at your skin.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you flipped Zayne over, straddling his waist. His eyes widened in surprise before a grin spread across his face.

"I see someone's feeling bold today," he chuckled, running his hands up and down your thighs.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I just figured it was my turn to take charge."

Zayne's smile turned into a smirk as he reached up to trail a finger along your jawline. "Well then, I'm all yours," he whispered, pulling you into another searing kiss.

Your bodies pressed together as the passion between you grew hotter and more intense. Zayne's hands roamed over every inch of your body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

Zayne's hands trailed down your sides, fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body. His touch left goosebumps in its wake as he explored you with reverent intensity. You shivered as his palms skimmed over your breasts, thumbs brushing across your sensitive peaks.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Zayne leaned up to capture one hardened bud in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh as he suckled gently. Pleasure coursed through you, and you arched into him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him closer.

Zayne lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them as his hands roamed lower. His fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear teasingly before dipping beneath the fabric. You gasped as he stroked you intimately, his touch igniting

With each passing second, the rain pounded harder against the window, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the heat between the two of you, the desire that had been simmering just below the surface for so long.

Zayne's hands fumbled with haste as they reached for your robe, desperate to feel your bare skin against his own. You helped him, undoing the tied fabric, revealing the black lace panties you'd chosen today on a whim. Zayne's breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You're so sexy," he groaned, fingers tracing the delicate lace before sliding them down your thighs, revealing your bare skin underneath.

A blush crept into your cheeks, but you didn't care; all that mattered was the way Zayne looked at you, with such hunger and need in his eyes.

He pulled you back down onto the bed, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss. Your bodies molded together perfectly, fitting like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting to be joined.

With practiced ease, Zayne flipped you over once again, hovering above you as he trailed hot kisses down your body. His tongue flicked across your hip bones as he slowly made his way lower, teasing and tantalizing every inch of your skin.

Zayne's lips traced a path of gentle kisses along your inner thighs, alternating between feather-light touches and firmer presses. His stubble created a delicious friction against your sensitive skin as he worked his way higher. You shivered in anticipation, fingers tangling in his hair.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over your center.

You nodded eagerly, unable to form words. Zayne smiled before lowering his head once more. The first swipe of his tongue had you gasping, arching off the bed. He explored you thoroughly, alternating broad strokes with focused attention on your clit.

One hand splayed across your hip to hold you steady as the other slowly teased your entrance. Zayne slid one finger inside, curling and playing with the rough spot inside as he dragged his tongue across your folds.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your body on fire as Zayne expertly brought you closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips like a mantra as you felt yourself spiraling towards release.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Zayne pulled away, leaving you high and dry and desperate for more. He crawled back up your body, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his fingers worked their magic inside of you.

You reached down to touch him, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. "No touching," he groaned against your lips. "This is all for you."

With his free hand, he impatiently pushed down his boxers, revealing him in all his glory. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. Was that thing even going to fit? Zayne looked up at you and gave a reassuring smile and squeezed your hand before positioning himself at your entrance.

"Are you comfortable to continue?" he whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes," you whined out desperately.

Zayne slowly entered you, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of being connected to him in such an intimate way.

He began moving slowly at first, teasing and tantalizing each time he pulled out before pushing back in. Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as pleasure coursed through every nerve in your body.

Zayne's pace quickened as his movements became more urgent. His mouth found its way back to yours, swallowing up any sounds of pleasure that escaped from your lips.

Minutes rolled by in a blur of sensations and emotions as you and Zayne moved together in perfect rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and the occasional moans and groans that escaped from both of your lips.

Zayne's thrusts became more erratic as he neared his release, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race even faster. With one final thrust, he came undone with a low growl, his body trembling against yours.

Feeling him climax sent you over the edge as well, your walls clenching around him as you rode out your own wave of pleasure. Your hips lifted off the bed as you cried out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled and hearts racing. Zayne pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

As you lay intertwined, the storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your mingled breaths and racing heartbeats. Zayne's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, sending pleasant shivers through your body. You nestled closer, breathing in his familiar scent.

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow from the streetlights filtering through the rain-streaked windows. Shadows danced across the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around you both. The air was thick with the lingering scent of passion and the faint aroma of jasmine from the hotel's complimentary toiletries.

Zayne pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips curving into a smile against your skin. "I can't believe this is real," he murmured, his voice low and filled with wonder.

Zayne chuckled softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "I've imagined this moment so many times in my head.”

You smiled, nuzzling closer to Zayne's chest. "I know what you mean," you whispered. "It feels like a dream."

Zayne's hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your face towards his. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, searched yours with tender intensity. "If this is a dream," he said softly, "I never want to wake up."

The rain outside had slowed to a gentle patter, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of your hearts. Moonlight now peeked through breaks in the clouds, casting a silvery glow across the room. It illuminated Zayne's features, highlighting the curve of his jaw and the gentle slope of his nose.

You reached up, tracing the line of his collarbone with your fingertips. Zayne shivered at your touch, his arms tightening around your body.

"MC," Zayne murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So does this mean you’ll be mine."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him. A warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading through your entire body. You couldn't help the wide smile that spread across your face.

"Yes," you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "I’m yours and you are mine."

Zayne's answering smile was radiant, his eyes crinkling at the corners with joy. He pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

When you finally parted, Zayne rested his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

As you lay there in each other's arms, the world outside faded away. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, finally together after years of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

The rain continued its gentle rhythm against the windows, a soothing lullaby as you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of new love and endless possibilities.

A/N: Chinese numerology is something I'm very fond, of and couldn't help but include it. The number 520 (wǔ èr líng) in chinese sounds like I love you (wǒ ài nǐ). Just a little easter egg for you guys :D

[swagyalastorwife]

Vees + alastor + adam + lute as parents

Author notes :hiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I really enjoyed writing this I'm sorry if it's too short and if there are spelling mistakes I'm thinking of doing a part 2 with someone else so don't hesitate to give me some suggestions if you want something in particular , This comes from a request I put it at the end. ❤️

⚠️Warning⚠️ : drogue and sex mention in val's part ans that's it (^-^)

Part2

Vox📺

○ Your child will probably be the most spoiled child in all hell. he will have all the latest technologies from voxtech, all the toys he wants and of course as a child star, all hell will know him which will push vox to be a protective enough dad I think he imagines one day retiring and letting your child run the business so your child will get the best education possible. Vox will surely teach her how to manipulate people, and if your child is a girl she will be a "daddy's girl" kind of like Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter.

“My father will hear about it” or “I don’t think you know my father given the way you treat me” it's a very spoiled and capricious child like his dad but you should never doubt all the love that Vox has for your child, he loves you both and will be ready to die for you

In summary he wants the best for his child

7/10

Velvette💜

♧ Velvette she's not the type to have a child but if she had one I imagine her trying to pass on her passion for fashion to her child by taking him to fashion shows, helping him sew, making sketches.... her child will probably be a "bad bitch" like her mother elsewhere "I do what I want where I want and when I want" her child will probably become a great fashion designer

In summary she will be a very good mom

8/10

Valentino🦋

♡ Valentino Poor child, to be honest I don't wish anyone to live in an environment as unhealthy as the one in which Val's child will grow up, sex drugs and all that shit he will probably be an irresponsible father but at the same time he will be attentive and will try to do his best so that his child becomes someone as important as him and also "respected" in summary he is a bad father but i think he tried his best to become better

3.5/10

Alastor🦌

◇ He will be a loving and caring father he will do his best to make his child feel good and happy, if your child is a boy he will teach him to be a good gentleman just like him and if he has a daughter he will cherish her and protect her as best he can whatever happens, he loves his child more than anything and hopes that he will become as "powerful" as him In summary, he is a good father who wants the best for these children and will do everything for them.

9,5/10

Adam😇

♤ Even if he doesn't show it often, he loves his child more than anything in the world and will try to be the best father possible, even if he doesn't succeed all the time sometimes he can be very bad . He will teach him to fight and play the guitar and would definitely want his child to come to his rock concerts to see" how talented his father is "and how loved by everyone In summary he is a good father who tries to do his best but sometimes he makes mistakes

5/10

Lute🗡

● She would probably be a very severe mother who would like her child to become strong and powerful capable of "exterminating all demons", she could become mean but she will not do it for the injured but to help him give the best of himself, she loves her child more than anything in the world and she simply wants him to be able to fend for himself in summary she is a severe mother but who wants the best for her child

4/10

I hope you like it (^-^)/ ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and if you want specifics fanfiction ideas tell me !!!

[oraclereadsandreviews]

comic review: the boy wonder (2024) by juni ba

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ½ (3.5/5 stars)

yays:

this comic was such a fun style, the larger framework of merle telling the story as a fairytale really worked for me. each issue being a different brother/family member was also fun and i liked the small insights we received into each. after reading DCeased, i really wanted more damian content, and this would be a good way for anyone to get familiar with damian as robin. the art carries this comic far more than the story.

nays:

the story wasn’t as original as i was hoping. the strongest story point was probably the final issue’s ending with the robin cause, but other than that it was a run-of-the-mill story about damian. it glossed over some of the more intense aspects of his relationships with his family, and the family in general was very cohesive. it makes sense given that we’re being told the story in legend-style by a young girl who doesn’t know it completely, but i still would have liked to see maybe 2-3 more issues diving into more inter-family conflicts.

worth a purchase:

i’m going to wait on this one and read more damian-centric comics to see if there are others i would rather buy. i really like the art in this comic, but a copy is $30 and it’s not as in depth as i would prefer to really put it on my shelf. perhaps i’ll come back to it later and buy a copy for the art, but for now i think i’ll just continue on with other damian-centric comics and keep an eye on juni ba!

[howlsmovinglibrary]

January Reading Wrap-Up!

I read 4 books in January 2025:

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clark (5 STARS)

listen, ok, listen. I know it's an insanely long book. I know it takes 200 pages for one of the main characters to show up. I know it took me 7 months to finish. Never has a book held me hostage, and then I've been this fucking grateful afterwards.

genuinely, one of the best books I've read in a long time. I didn't even *like* Piranesi much, but the world of magic Clarke has built just so that it can act as a story backdrop here is so beautifully detailed. The plot is neat and intricate. The jokes are funny actually. The villain is a fairy twink (but derogatory). And it lowkey spawned the entire subgenre of Regency Fantasy, of which I am very fond. 

The Girl With No Reflection by Keshe Chow (0.5 STARS)

In contrast, I fucking hated this. I wrote a rant review here. I'm begging contemporary publishing to *cough* "get good".

Waking the Moon by Elizabeth Hand (4.5 STARS)

This book had one of the most beautifully written prologues I've laid eyes on, and then it went insane. Follows an ordinary girl who finds herself locked in the pattern of wider repetitive destiny and reincarnation - what would you do if your two best friends were Chosen Ones, and you were kind of just there, being hot?

I wished that the protagonist Sweeney had become a little more proactive in the end, but you know what? maybe she deserved to just save the world through having a really hot boyfriend. the jury's out on this one. modern bookblogging would explode over the morality at play x

Never Have I Ever by Allison Ashley (3.5 STARS)

Do you like fake relationships and mutual pining? oh boy. then you should probably read this. it follows two best friends after they get fake married, to commit medical insurance fraud. I feel like the insane levels of chemistry they had in the beginning didn't really pan out - the "will they" was less exciting than the "won't they" - but it's still a really strong premise and I read this book compulsively.

[numenoria]

The Hobbit (1978 Animation)

Thoughts

^ This meme of Gandalf and Bilbo lives rent free in my mind 🤣

Dear Neptune! The pacing of this movie feels like a fever dream 🥴

This animation is stiff and disorganized but looks familiar...

Fili and Kili are lowkey adorable

Why are Dwalin and Balin's heads so long??

Gandalf is fucking awesome!

Bilbo gets the map?? (lmaoo at Bilbo pushing Thorin out of the way to look at the map)

No Arkenstone only gold!??

Elrond's crown of stars is so pretty

These dwarves (aside from Dori, and maybe Bombur and Balin) don't give a shit about Bilbo! Baby those are not your friends. The pacing is so quick we don't really get to see them bond.

Why do the goblins look like they're straight out of Where The Wild Things Are?

The Goblin Town song is actually decent.

Gollum's facial expressions and his voice do not match. He also looks like a an overgrown toad..

No Beorn??

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SONGS!

Where tf did the eagles come from?

The spiders only have two eyes...

The Mirkwood elves are blue and they sound slightly Russian..

Thranduil is that you? 🫢

Dori taking care of Bilbo on two occasions ☺️

Bilbo explaining that Laketown was built on a lake (wow ya don't say??)

Why does Smaug look like a temu Thundercats character?

Smaug's VA is amazing!

If "Fuck it! I'll do it" was a person it'd be Bilbo.

Bilbo faced Smaug and came out with... a fucking goblet??

Bard is giving He-Man who's retired with a 401k.

Bard proudly declares he defeated Smaug and became King all in one go..

Bard has a point Thorin give him some fucking gold!

Apparently all of dwarves have gold sickness????

Bilbo lowkey called Thorin a coward 👀

Again Gandalf is awesome

The Elvenking and Thorin have a polite truce. Very mindful very demure.

Bilbo is so over it all and peaces out during the final battle.

Only 6 out of 13 dwarves are left 😬

Bilbo and Thorin make up on Thorin's deathbed 😭 (probably the most emotional part tbh).

Final Thoughts: I would play this movie in the background on a very lazy Saturday Morning. I haven't read the book yet but I feel like so much was left out. I made sure to leave comparisons to the live adaptations at the door. With that out of the way the movie felt incredibly rushed and weirdly paced. If you squint hard enough you can see the charm the movie was going for. 3.5/10.

-Davi ☽︎♡︎☾︎

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

[idiopathicsmile]

10 mini reviews of Venom 3: The Last Dance (2024), a movie I did not enjoy

10. I went in with rock-bottom expectations, and brother were they ever dashed.

9. You know how sometimes you walk out of a very mediocre film and think, "Boy that sure was technically a movie"? I don't know if what I watched last night was technically a movie

8. I saw Venom (2018) in theaters with my best friend because something terrible had happened politically that weekend and we wanted the cinematic equivalent of getting very drunk and then housing some Taco Bell (it performed this office admirably), but I never saw Venom 2: Let There Be Carnage (2021). I can state with some confidence this could not possibly have had much effect on the overall legibility of Venom 3: The Last Dance (2024)

7. Do you understand how charmless a movie has to be to make me roll my eyes during both a sing-along and an extended dance sequence?

6. My best friend, upon seeing the credit at the end of the movie that explained that Tom Hardy himself helped write the story, in a tone of deep disappointment and nigh-betrayal: "Oh no, is Tom Hardy dumb???"

5. Had the boom mic been hanging into every shot, it would not have been a sloppier viewing experience

4. Upon learning that it currently has an average user rating of 3.5 stars: gosh it sure was nice of the director of Venom's mom to review the movie so many times

3. Many of the lines felt like placeholders but my friend is convinced the script was not "written" by ChatGPT or the like because those programs are pattern-driven enough to make a certain degree of sense.

2. You'll have to forgive me; I am just a little salty because Venom 3: The Last Dance (2024) had a budget of $120 million dollars and used it to make a buddy comedy where the two parties seem to genuinely dislike each other and a special effects extravaganza that was genuinely ugly, and meanwhile I've written a narrative concept album that is a solid 40 minutes of music with character development and a full plot arc that I could confidently execute for $5000 USD, and I have to come to terms with the fact that I will probably never be able to raise the money for my silly little project. I could make that album 24,000 times with Venom 3 money and it wouldn't even go out of its way to be racist against Mexican people.

1. I honestly think even the monsterfuckers are not going to get anything out of this one, boss