#I am screaming about a movie for no reason at all yaaay

[kanene-yaaay]

Ponyo

Okay, so, I remember I already watched this movie when I was a kid but HOLY GOSH I was DEFINITELY NOT prepared for it! Oh gosh oh gosh!!!

I can't even put in words how much stunning all the scenarios, the characters and the movements are! Honestly! They're so detailed like 💛💛💛

Also, not to be gay for Ponyo's mother but HOLY FUC-

LOOK! AT! HER!

And Ponyo's father is so smol. He is precious I adore him with all my heart.

I mean, okay okay. He want to destroy humanity so the ocean can take over the world? Y e s

But, I mean, looking at all the pollution in the ocean, can I really blame him? Again, y e s

But I won't

AND HE ASKED FOR FOGIVENESS IN THE END AND IF SOSUKE FORGAVE HIM WHO AM I TO DENY IT?

I am adopting everyone I don't even care.

["It's all my fault."]

I MEAN YEAH BABE IT WAS BUT U ARE TRYING YOUR BEST. Ur just a bit dumb but it's okay we still luv u.

HE IS REALLY SO SMOL. Okay okay I am weak for when a character is talking non stop and their partner just,,, lightly touch them and the person just stop and *melt*

(He isn't melting but it was cute I am soft stop-)

OMG They're so so so cute. Look at them look at them just living and loving and doing their damn best and being a d o r a b l e

Everyone in the city seeing two 5-years old kids navigating a boat all alone:

This is fine :)

OH NEVERMIND HE CALLED SOSUKE CAPTAIN I AM-

I can't I am on the floor

*insert here loud sobbing during the rest of the movie because, oh boi, oh gosh, it was so sweet and adorable and beautiful and all the characters are so so amazing, with a so well built personality!!!!*

[i-do-be-writing-doe]

You are in the stands cheering for your boyfriend Oikawa. Right now Aoba Johsai is having a really close match with Karasuno. You know that one of Karasuno's players... Number 9?...yeah... He was Oikawa's junior in middle school. He really didn't like him. Tooru did tell you that he was too good. And you can see this is the case... And he was telling you Number 9-kun is only a first year. But a cheer brought you back to Earth. Seijoh scored another point, making the score 30 to 31. You began cheering too. It's (I forgot who served last but let's say Oiks because it's more dramatic) Oikawa's turn to serve. And he sores another point. "BREAKKK!!!!!". Everyone is screaming including you. Karasuno's number 1 received Oikawa's next serve. It looks like that monster-like Number 10 is going to attack. And the next blink... The attack gets blocked... THE ATTACK GETS BLOCKED!!!! With that Seijoh wins with 33 on 31!

Right after they thanked the audience, the athletes are getting ready to go home victorious. The next day they have a match with Shiratorizawa so they need to rest.

You are waiting for your boyfriend just outside the door of the court. You just go running at him as soon as you spot him and you hug him:

- TOORU!! GREAT JOB!!

- Thank you, Y/n ! I heard you cheering for me! You are as cute as ever!

- Oh, stop it youuu!

- Get a room you two! - Matsun said, mocking you.

- Oh, shush you are just jealous because I have a beautiful girlfriend and you don't! - Oikawa acts like a child, sticking his tongue out at Matsukawa.

- OK that's enough let's go and rest! - Iwa said. He sometimes seems more like the capitan.

- Are we going to celebrate Oikawa's triumph? - again, someone mocks him, this time it's Makki.

- Well, I will celebrate with Y/n here. You can do whatever you want.

- Tooru, go celebrate with them. We can go out the day after tomorrow. - you sigh.

- Noo! I wanna celebrate with you noww!

- OK, you big baby. - you boop his nose.

- Well bye guys! I'll be sure to cheer on you tomorrow too!

- Bye Y/n! - all the others say.

After that you and Oikawa go to eat some ramen at your favorite shop. You two have a tiny fight about who will pay because you want to treat him because of his victory and he says he needs to pay because of the same reason. At last, you won.

Now you two are at Oikawa's house. He wanted to go and do something more physical but you refused because you knew (and he did too) that Iwa wasn't going to like that if he ever found out. So right now you two are on the couch, cuddling. There is one of those so-good-it's-bad movies playing on the TV. You are eating the homemade caramel popcorn you made and just laughing at how bad the film is but for some reason Oikawa looks like he is lost in thought:

- Tooruuu! Are you OK? - he looks kind of startled.

- Ah! Yeah! Don't worry Y/n! It's nothing.

- You know that the only other person who knows you best other than Iwa is me. Tell me what is wrong. - You look him in the eyes and go to pat his head. His hair is as soft as ever.

- You got me... *sigh* I am worried about tomorrow. Can we beat Ushiwaka?

- You idiot! Of course you will! You trained so hard and for so long! You can do it!

- But-

- No buts Tooru! You! Will! Win! I believe in you! - you give him a big smile. He hugs you tighter:

- I don't know what I'll do without you Y/n! Thank you. I needed that!

- You are welcome. Now watch the movie and relax. Because after that you are going to sleep. You don't have a choice.

- I don't wannaa!

- You have toooo!

- If only you stay the night! - he pouts.

- OK... At least I have a note to excuse me from school. I'll stay the night...

- Yaaay! Sleepoveer!

- Are you 8?

- Yes why?

- You're helpless.

- But you love me!

- I do. And I can't deny it.

- I love you too, Y/n!

After the film was over you both went to bed. He as always acted like a child and with the premice that he is afraid of the dark, that was a blatant lie, he wanted you to cuddle with him. You, of course, agreed.

- Good night, Tooru!

- Good night, Y/n! Dream of me! - he chuckled and you flicked his forehead like you said "Go to sleep already". And he did, with you following right after.

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Damn I am so nervous about how this is going to be received but welp...

[meerkatheart-blog]

MH: Irreplaceable

Was bored, so I wrote my first MH story in a long time. I'm going to be fleshing out Penny and Tucker's every-day lives for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy. The story Butterfly is telling came from a comedy show I heard on youtube once. Credit goes to the guy who actually lived through this nonsense, but it sounded like something Penny would get into. Hope you guys enjoy this silly drabble. It was just a normal night at the townhouse, a bunch of girls sitting in various places in the living room. Everyone swapping stories, having drinks, it was all good. Penelope Stone, better known by her street name ‘Butterfly’, was full of stories. Mostly of her childhood. “Another story I’ll never tell my parents..” Penelope began, holding her bottle on her knee. “This all happened in high school. The redhead leaned back on the stool she was sitting on, her knee high boots stretching with the strain. “I had this teacher in high school, whose kid actually went to our high school, the teacher’s name was…” she thought a little “Mr. Alberquirq and his son was Max Alberquirq. He was a sophomore, when I was a…a senior so he was two years younger than me.” Two fingers were held up, more reaffirming herself than anyone else. “And well, Mr Alberquirq…” Penny smirked, as if amused by her own thoughts “was, an asshole. And one weekend, he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do,” she looked around the room, slightly leering at everyone “if you’re an asshole.” “The thing was, Max Alberquirq, decided to throw a party, at his dad’s house…yaaay.” Fake cheer, Butterfly knew sarcasm that was topped only the group leader “He wasn’t all that popular, you don’t get very popular when your dad is both a teacher..” she put a little emphasis on this one, using one figure in a forward and upward motion “and an asshole.” Most of the girls laughed, they knew what it was like. The lot of them were social outcasts, fed up with society. Labeled ‘mean girls’ by kids and grown-ups a like. Assholes were part of the trade. You dealt with them every day. “So most kids around town got invited to this Saturday night party, and each and every damn kid..” she paused again, this time for effect, her voice slightly rising in pitch “I swear to you, thought individualy ‘Alright, let’s go over there, and trash the place.’” She made a sneer at the last three words. This was rewarded by more laughter. Only one girl was keeping quiet so far, that was Merrianne Enin. Her street name was ‘Mercy’; hers wasn’t even a street-name that was just what everyone called her. No one called her Merrianne and survived. She had always been a hard-ass. But Butterfly respected her. So far, Mercy was just sitting in her chair, sewing something and not saying a word. After a sip off her beer, Butterfly continued her story “I walk in through the front door, and every person I ever knew was there. And they were all drinking like it was the end of the world.” Laughter broke out here “We were drinking like it was the civil war and we were all about to have our legs sawed off.” The laughter got louder; one girl caught her breath long enough to put a log on the fireplace. “It was totally unsupervised,” she flung her arms out “we were criminals off parole,” she bounced her shoulders, while slightly shaking her head “it was insane.” Now Butterfly stands up and starts to walk a little ways, making gestures as she tells her story “I make my way down to the basement; they got a pool table in the basement. Some dumbass took a running start, threw his body on to the fucking pool table and broke it in half.” She took a drink here before continuing. “Another kid found out which room was Mr. Alberquirq’s, went upstairs and took a shit in laptop case.” The girls really started to laugh here, that would be something one of them would have done. Even Mercy had to chuckle at that one. Butterfly made her way back to her seat. “So the party was going great.” An almost placid ‘this is fine’ smile on her face, as if to downplay the whole situation. “I’m in the basement, holding a red cup like you see in the movies.” She holds up her bottle in the same sort of way “So, I’m standing there, holding a red cup and I’m starting to black out. When suddenly someone says ‘something, something, police.” She sort of shakes her head as she said this, unable to remember the exact words. “And in this bleary, brilliant moment of intoxicated word association, I say ‘FUCK DA PO-LICE!” She suddenly stands, yelling “FUCK DA PO-LICE!’ and everyone joined in.” she looked very surprised, the other girls were too,. “A hundred, drunk, white children, collectively yelling ‘Fuck. The. Police. Butterfly was almost laughing herself as she said this “It was like a bunch of guys who had already, like, been to jail and aren’t afraid anymore, like ‘I served my sentence, you can take me if you want to!’” she did laugh a little here, and then said “but, drunk children.” “As it turned out,” she sat down again” the reason someone yelled ‘something, something, police, was because the police were there.” “So this middle-aged patrolman comes down the stars to the basement, and he looks out over a sea of drunk toddlers screaming ‘fuck the police’ in his face.” The girls all gasp a little at this, even Mercy seems interested by now, still not stopping her sewing though “And he’s almost impressed, he’s like ‘wow..’. Then he leans into his walkie talkie and says” Butterfly used her best ‘NYPD voice’ for this “‘Get the paddy-wagan’” There were a few chuckled, a few ‘oh my gods’ here and there. Butterfly continues. “And my buddy Poppy, she’s a mother now, this woman now has a baby. She grabs a forty, smashes it against a wall and yells ‘SCATTER!’” More laugher came from the girls settled in the room. Butterfly had to laugh herself, Poppy was a good kid, nothing like Butterfly. Poppy was a trouble-maker, but she was never really into crime the same way her childhood buddy was. Poppy got into trouble for fun, Butterfly did because it was just what she did. That had been the first and only time Poppy had ever drank, underage. Butterfly, by then had made it a bad habit, among other things. “And we all ran in different directions.” Her voice picks up speed as she talks, once again using hand gestures for emphasis “We all ran in different directions, it was like a hoard of cockroaches when you turn on the light and they all race away, yeah we all ran in different directions.” “I ran into the laundry room, jumped up onto the wash-machine and crawled out a window into the backyard and I start running through the backyard and there was this big chain-link fence and I was like ‘I’ve never climbed a fence this high before!’” Her voice dropped and she said flatly “and then I woke up at home.” One of the girls, a young Korean lady named Nari, street name ‘Bloom’ asked “How on earth did you get back to your house?” Bloom had an ‘American’ name that she had been given when her parents immigrated to America. But with this support system of friends she had made, she proudly bore her original name. Butterfly shrugged “No idea, I asked my brother the next morning what had happened, all he said was ‘You came back at like 4:00 am, Poppy fell asleep in a chair while you crashed in your bed.’” “I ask him ‘Where are the old men?’” “‘Well Dad #1 took Poppy home, Dad #2 asked why you were out so late last night, I told him you guys went to go hang out at the park with some friends and it got dark so you came back here. Next time you go out and get drunk, don’t expect me to cover your ass.’ I was lucky his did that time” Butterfly had to admit, her older brother may have been utterly useless in 90% of cases. But when it came to blowing smoke up her parent’s asses, Tucker was the master. He was able to sweet talk every adult in their family to this day. He was the only person able to schmoose even aunt Alexa. He’d pull that goofy smile and say something that sounded really cute and sincere and give one of those gushy bear-hugs of his, and they were putty to him. Tucker never used this talent for anything useful though, mostly for getting sweets after Dad #2 had clearly told him no more. Tucker was the #1 ass-kisser. A bunch of usual inquires followed. Till Mercy asked “Did you ever busted?” those were the first words she had spoken in an hour. Typical of the hard-ass to ask something like that. “Well,” Butterfly said “A caught up with Max a few days later and I denied ever going to his party. He recapped everything that had happened, but then he said “Worst thing is, someone stole my baby-picture from when I was still in the hospital, and my parents are kinda freaking out about it.” “I got that feeling, that only black-out drunks, and Steve Irkle could get. ‘Did I do that?’ But I told myself I wouldn’t do something like that, I wasn’t a sticky finger drunk.” Then she kinda shrugged “But I was never sure, until a two years later.” The girls all started mumbling amongst themselves “Hey! Relax” she said. “I was chilling with one of my cousins, this chick named Molly I went to school with, she was the same age as me. And we were playing video games and stuff like that, she was a lot closer to my brother than me, but he was off at college by then, so we started hanging out. After a few rounds she looks over at me and says ‘Come here, I wanna show you something.’” “She leads me into her bedroom and then into a secret crawl-space she found inside her closet one day, never a good thing. She turns on this electric lantern, and I shit you not” she paused here for a moment and said “it was wall to wall, with stolen hospital baby pictures.” “I look at her and I go ‘why…why are you like this’. She looks at me and she just says” Butterfly looked right over at Mercy and said “‘It’s one of those things that you can never truly replace’”

[filmreviewsbyanidiot]

‘A Ghost Story’ According To An Idiot

It’s a ‘scary’ film with good reviews, this can mean one of two things... it’s great or it’s arty nonsense. I wonder which one it’s going to be! Synopsis: In this singular exploration of legacy, love, loss, and the enormity of existence, a recently deceased, white-sheeted ghost returns to his suburban home to try to reconnect with his bereft wife. Well that’s the first I’ve heard of them being married. Anyway, this film.. it’s not good guys. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but they’ve gone the arty nonsense way. As you may well know, arty nonsense doesn’t go down well with the likes of me as I am a philistine. Casey Affleck is in the lead in this film. Well he kind of is. His character is under a sheet most of the time so who knows if that’s him under there. At one point, creepy sheeted Casey creeps into his wife’s room while she’s in bed and touches her without her knowing... I think it’s safe to say Affleck was under the sheet for that scene. The film isn’t scary but I don’t think it’s trying to be. It’s trying to be emotional and thought provoking but I’m afraid it just doesn’t do a good job unless you’re an arty person who might have cried at a painting before. I know you lot, you bloody love feeling things and finding meaning where there isn’t any. I’m being purposefully ignorant here, I’m aware some people would have enjoyed this film for all the reasons I hated it. Art is subjective maaaan. You enjoy what you want my dears and I’ll continue to say how stupid this film was. There will now be SPOILERS. So please, do piss off if you want to watch this film one day. I highly recommend giving it a miss though. Unless watching a woman eat a pie for 4 minutes is your sort of thing. So Casey and his wife are having a nice time in their home. They are quite boring and we get to watch them kiss for TOO LONG. They hear a noise, uh oh, it’s ghost time! But no. We don’t see the typical couple being haunted in their home and having to phone a priest to pop round and do some shouting. We soon see a dead Casey Affleck. He’s crashed his car outside the house, oh dear. Then we see his wife with his body in the hospital and when she walks away, the sheet covered body stands up and walks about with some cut out eyes. You can only see darkness in the eyes, not the actual eyes of Affleck. So he walks down the corridor and the wall turns into a screen for a bit and then goes away again. No reason for that. Honestly... no reason at all. Great stuff. So he goes home and stands about. The first thing he sees is a woman bring a pie round and leave it for the bereaved wife. She comes home and starts eating it (not before we watch her wash up for a few minutes which is quite breath taking) and she just won’t stop. We watch her eat this pie for 4 minutes. I’m not joking. It feels longer. Up to this point, every scene has been drawn out. Every scene has been dull. Now we are watching a woman eat a pie for 4 minutes. Fuck off. Thankfully, the first section is the worst. I’m not saying things get good but they certainly improve slightly. So the wife moves out and ghost Casey stays in the house. Before she leaves, she writes something on a bit of paper and pops in it a crack in the wall. Casey goes over when she’s gone and starts scratching at the wall, only to look up and see some children running in the house. It’s the first example of time jumping and we see a mother and her children have moved in. Here’s where pretty much the only interesting part of the film happens. The kids are woken in the night by a sound coming from their cupboard, they look up and the door creaks open and the little girl screams and runs out. It’s a scene we’ve watched a thousand times in every horror movie but this time it’s coming from the ghosts perspective and that’s interesting. We then see Casey fuck around with the family by throwing stuff around their kitchen like a proper poltergeist. The family obviously move out. Oh, by the way. Out ghost makes a friend with a ghost across the street. We see what they’re saying to each other with subtitles. It’s silly. We then get a big load of student type people having a party. There’s a monologue from a man in the kitchen about how life is pointless and Earth is going to end up being eaten by The Sun in the future anyway. It’s alright as monologues go but it feels a bit like the director wrote this down years ago and has been waiting to slip it into any film. It doesn’t hugely fit. I dunno... I guess I didn’t hate it. It just felt out of place. So that’s the end of the ‘good’ part of the film. I personally didn’t mind the people moving in and out. I felt like it was an interesting idea. But anyway, the house gets knocked down just as our ghost has finally got the bit of paper out of the wall. He stands in the rubble of the house and sees his little friend standing in her own rubble. Then she disappears from under the sheet and it falls to the ground. It looks cool I guess but I’ve see that effect before so ya know. Here’s where the film fully goes stupid again. So the house starts to be built on again and seems to become a huge office building in a city. The ghost is just wandering around it looking lost until he goes to the very top and throws himself off. We see a sheet hurtling to the ground and the screen goes blank. It’s over! Thank god! No, sadly it isn’t. The ghost wakes up in a field. There’s an old fashioned family living in a wagon. He’s gone back in time. Who knows why or how or why anybody bothered to make this film? He briefly watches them before we see that they’ve all been killed by arrows. The ghost just sits in the field looking at the rotting bodies before suddenly he’s sitting in the old house. Somebody is coming in the door! Who on Earth could it be? Oh fantastic, it’s Casey and his wife moving it! Yaaay. We get to see them when they first moved in and we see some scenes that we saw earlier but from the ghosts perspective. It’s all a bit confusing but that’s art apparently. Then we discover the ghost is unhappy to hear Casey agree to move out. So I guess the ghost is what caused Casey to crash? So that Casey could stay in the house forever? But Jake, I thought the ghost was Casey. Yes, so did I. Who knows what’s going on by this point. We there are two ghosts in the same house so many the idea is that there are ghosts of people everywhere? No idea to be honest. Anyway, then Casey is still clawing away at the wall to get the bit of paper out and he finally gets it, opens it and then... poof! He disappears from under the sheet. The End. Does that sound good? Because it isn’t. It’s a stupid film with stupid time travel and a confusing story. I know they want me to think about life and grief and loss but you can do that without being annoying. I’ve seen many great films on those subjects and none of them have to be so pretentious about it. I’ll admit, there are some great ideas here but the whole thing is boring. So very boring. 1.5 out of 5. PS. The best thing about this film was when a man got up and moved seats and then shouted “PUT THE FUCKING BAG AWAY” to some people who had been rustling a sweet bag. Fantastic fun!