#Movie Nights

[shallowseeker]

after a case that depletes cas’s grace, cas falls asleep during movie night and dean gets worried

jack, who’d been sprawled across the foot of the bed, pops up and holds out a glowy hand, “he’s fine. just… drained.”

dean takes a beat to stare at cas’s awkward propped-on-one-wrist position and gently tries to stuff a pillow around his head to take some of the weight off

cas snuffles angrily and wraps dean in a bear hug, a little too tight

and dean is like 😳

then when jack and sam offer to help:

“nah just leave him, he never gets to sleep and his grip is so tight we probably can’t dislodge him anyway”

*jack presses play again like it’s nbd*

meanwhile, sam is choking on a piece of popcorn he inhaled

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I edited this look at three Mary-Kate & Ashley shorts from my friends @allisonpregler and @phelous - which required watching more MK&A than medically advisable and took some rather dark turns...

[purgatory-is-life]

Mechtober prompt 20/day 20-Crew Night

soft mechs rights. as a treat

@mechtober-2024

One (Mostly) Violence Free Night - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

tw; jonny shoots ivy in the head at one point, a little bit of out angst, marius breaks his arm very briefly and it's not described, i think that's it! lmk if there's something u need me to tag!

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Lyfrassir was knitting themself a blanket, definitely-not-hiding in their room, when a knock sounded from their door.

They definitely didn’t jump and nearly throw their entire blanket half-way across their room. That did not happen.

They got up, carefully setting their project down on their bed, before walking over to their door and sliding it open part way. “Yes?”

It was Ashes, the quartermaster smirked up at them and raised an eyebrow, a cigarette between their fingers. “Hey Doll,” Ashes said.

“Hello, O’Reilly.” Lyfrassir raised an eyebrow. “Is there something you need?”

“It’s Crew Night,” they said, in lieu of explaining.

“…Okay? And what does that have to do with me, O’Reilly?”

Ashes rolled their eyes, taking a drag of the cigarette. “C’mon,” they stated, gesturing with their head. “We better get going.”

“Wh- I thought I made it clear I did not want to engage in any criminal activity while I was aboard.”

Ashes snorted. “We’re in deep space, sugar. The only criminal activity available is killin’ each other, and that’s practically half the entertainment we have. It’s not anythin’ illegal. Just c’mon, I think you’ll like it.” Ashes started walking away, and Lyf was content to just return to their room, but Aurora jerked their door open the rest of the way.

Lyfrassir huffed, trying to pull it closed. It didn’t budge, Aurora beeping at them incessantly.

“Would it help if I called this mandatory?” Ashes called back to them. Lyf sighed.

“Fine. Just let me get some of my knitting things.”

“O’course, we all gotta find ways to keep our hands busy. Aurora will show you to the right common room!” and Ashes disappeared around a corner. Lyfrassir sighed, and walked into their room to grab their half-finished blanket. Aurora beeped and creaked excitedly. Lyf raised an eyebrow, but continued on their way to this alleged ‘Crew Night’.

Aurora’s lights blinked and flashed, leading the former inspector down a twisting and winding hallway. Lyf followed, as Aurora hummed excitedly.

Eventually they arrived at the designated common room, to find the Mechanisms… making some kind of pillow fort. Brian and Raphaella were making a nest with the blankets, covering the floor with them–the floor that was already made up of mostly plush mats. Marius was on Tim’s shoulders in an attempt to hang up blankets, while Jonny was on Ashes’s shoulders doing the same thing. The Toy Soldier and Ivy were holding piles of snacks while Aurora cycled through movies on a large screen.

“…What’s going on?” They asked. Marius turned around, which did not seem to be safe–considering he fell off Tim’s shoulders doing that.

“Lyf! Hi!” he shouted excitedly, before breaking his flesh-arm from falling down. “Motherfucker!” Mairus screeched.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Lyfrassir sighed.

“It’s Crew Night, dumbass,” Jonny said. He glanced down at Marius. “The hell were you thinking, idiot? How the fuck did you even hurt yourself in this room? It’s mostly pillows.”

Marius just flipped the first mate off.

Lyfrassir huffed in annoyance. “Yes, I’ve been told it’s Crew Night already. What the fuck does that mean?”

“Did Ashes and Aurora not explain to you yet?” Ivy raised an eyebrow as the Toy Soldier started pouring cups of tea. Lyf shook their head. Ivy sighed, and turned to Ashes. “I thought I asked you to explain when you went to get them.”

“I did explain,” Ashes grinned widely.

“You just said that it was ‘Crew Night’!” Lyf argued.

Ivy sighed again. “Crew Night is basically just a day we pick at random where we all get together and relax, often with movies but sometimes we do other activities. One night we attempted to bake together, however that… did not end well. So we mostly stick to movie nights.”

“Oh…” Lyf hummed. “Alright.”

“Find a seat anywhere! We’re almost done setting up!” Raphaella called excitedly. She chirped as she tucked a blanket into a ball amidst the nest. Lyf nodded, and sat down on one of the ends of the nest, getting comfortable with their knitting again as the Mechanisms flitted about putting the finishing touches on their pillow nest. The Toy Soldier ran over and offered them a oil-black, rainbow stained teacup with what smelled like jasmine tea inside it.

“Navigator Lyf! I’m Glad You Were Able To Join Us For Crew Night. Tea?”

“Oh, uh, sure, Toy Soldier. Thank you,” Lyf took the cup and nodded to the wooden doll with a small smile on their face.

“It Has Been A Long While Since We’ve Had A Crew Night,” The Toy continued, “So It’s Nice That We’re Able To Share It With The Newest Member Of Our Crew. Do You Have A Movie Preference? Ivy And Aurora Should Be Able To Find Any Movie You Want Amidst Their Collective Data Banks!”

“Oi, it’s my turn to pick a movie!” Jonny shouted. He’d climbed off of Ashes’s shoulders, but was still draped across them like they were the only thing keeping him standing.

Ashes rolled their eyes. “Jonny, Doll, it’s only fair if you let the newbie pick.”

“They haven’t even participated in the rights fights!”

“They’re also breakable. If they did, they’d probably die.”

“They’re also right here,” Lyf rolled their eyes. They returned to their conversation with The Soldier, blowing on their tea to try and cool it off. “How long has it been since you’ve had one of these? I’ve been here about a year by now, and I don’t remember you ever doing this.”

“Oh, Goodness Me, I Can’t Seem To Recall!” The Toy Soldier pretended to think for a moment. “I Believe– Oh My, Has It Really Been Since Nastya?” the wooden thing pretended to get sad for a moment, turning away from Lyf. “My, That’s Quite A Long While… No, Surely We’ve Done It Since? I Just Can’t Quite Remember! How Odd…”

“It has been approximately four hundred and thirty-seven years since our last Crew Night,” Ivy said, walking over and placing her tray of snacks next to Lyf. “The last one was shortly, about a century or so, after Nastya went Out. So–”

Ivy didn’t get to continue whatever it was she was planning on saying, as Jonny had shot a bullet clean through her skull.

“Jonny!” Ashes snapped, yanking his gun away from him. “No death on Crew Nights! That’s literally the only rule!”

“Well she broke a rule too!” Jonny growled. “She- wh-…” Jonny’s voice trailed off as Brian picked him up by the scruff. The shortest of the Mechs went limp, eyes going wide as he stared at the floor.

“Air jail,” Brian said, “for your crimes.” Ashes laughed, lighting up a cigarette.

“Ivy was just tryna explain, Jonny,” Ashes said. “She coulda done it better, but it’s still Crew Night. Don’t shoot people just for pissing you off, or I’m taking your gun.”

Jonny grumbled, crossing his arms as his tail swished. Brian seemed satisfied though, and brought him over to the nest, depositing him in the middle and promptly wrapping him up in a blanket. Jonny glared up at the brass pilot, but the metal man just grinned and kissed Jonny on the forehead.

“Your beard’s scratchy,” Jonny mumbled.

“Oh my beard is scratchy?” Brian raised an eyebrow. “Not yours that you constantly refuse to take care of?”

“Mine isn’t made out of wire,” Jonny said. He wriggled and squirmed until an arm was free, and reached up to poke Brian’s face. “Yours is. And it’s scratchy.”

Brian rolled his eyes.

Lyf  took a sip of their tea, eyes darting around the room as the other Mechanisms started settling down. “It’s… odd to see you all being… nice to each other.”

“It is Crew Night,” Brian said, flopping down in the nest next to Jonny, the other immediately curling up into him. “So we’re a bit kinder to each other.”

“You know, the more you say it, the less meaning it has to me,” Lyfrassir declared.

“Now you’re getting it!” Tim called, fae grinned widely which only worked to further confuse Lyf.

“That- what does– that doesn’t even make sense in this context.”

“Exactly,” Tim said, taking Jonny’s other side. Fae draped an arm across Jonny’s shoulders, playing with the first mate’s hair. “We don’t make sense and it’s best if you just roll with it.”

Ivy stood up, brushing her skirt off, and doing her best to get blood out of her shirt. “You don’t make sense. I happen to be very logical. Is Marius alright?”

Raphaella chirped and walked over the ball that was currently the not-a-baron. She whacked him with a wing. “Mari, we have to start,” the winged scientist whined.

“My arm hurts,” Marius whined back, from his ball. “I’m not moving for five hundred years.” Raph chirped again, more frustratedly, and picked him up in order to deposit him in the slowly forming cuddle pile. As the violinist unfurled from his ball, Lyf could see that his arm was, in fact, healed. Lyfrassir rolled their eyes at them.

Marius crawled into Brian’s lap and Ashes sat by Tim, putting faer head in their lap to play with faer hair. The Toy Soldier jumped up from its spot next to Lyf and wormed its way into the pile wherever it could fit. Raph laid across as many of the other Mechs as was physically possible, which was an endeavor aided by her wings. Ivy joined as well, sitting a bit towards the edge of the pile but close enough to snuggle up next to Ashes and Tim. Lyf watched in mild confusion as the Mechanisms created, perhaps, the most chaotic pile of living human bodies that ever existed.

This was… Not their initial impressions of the Mechanisms.

They were rude, violent, loud, and murderous. They killed without hesitation, they killed each other without hesitation. They destroyed planets, conquered them and then left them to burn because they simply got bored. The worst criminals to ever exist, and they’d only continue to exist and cause more destruction. And yet, here they were.

Cuddling and clinging on to each other like their immortal lives depended on it, about to watch a movie with each other. It was strange, an oxymoron to their very beings.

‘I have pulled up the selected movies for tonight :] If you would like to suggest one, Lyfrassir, you may as well :]’ Aurora wrote out, taking up most of the big movie screen with the words.

“Oh, I’m alright, Aurora…” Lyf said, shrugging. A thumbs up appeared on the screen, and it went dark with a purple loading circle appearing in the center as the lights dimmed.

Lyfrassir took another sip of their tea, before carefully setting it down and resuming their knitting. They weren’t going to complain about the behavior shift, if it got them some peace and quiet.

About half way through the first movie, Lyfrassir dozed off, and when they woke up again they’d somehow gotten dragged into the cuddle pile by–seemingly–Ivy and The Toy Soldier. Lyfrassir sighed, rolling their eyes. Aurora was creaking quietly and the lights were dimmed lower than they had been earlier, signifying Aurora being asleep. Lyf sighed, and curled up, returning to sleep. Just this once, they’ll allow it. It certainly helped that Ashes made a great pillow.

[thedevildompolybunch]

After a rough day, MC summons all the brothers for a cuddle party.

[romancemedia]

It's been a really long time since I last watched this movie, but I'm really glad I finally got to watch it again. Tonight I saw Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas. It's always been one of my favourite Christmas movies since childhood and it's a great film to really get you into the festive holiday spirit.

[penvisions]

Dev!!!! Congratulations on your well deserved follower milestone 🥳

🖤 Can I get Javier Peña + movie night, please?

Thank you 💜

thank you so much, jess!! i loved loved loved this idea and made such a pretty one for you 😘

milestone celebration

[sparkles-and-trash]

So every Friday I have a big cleaning day and treating myself night and I just realized that including tomorrow there are only two left until I can take down the summer decor and get ready for fall omggggg

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Pain in celestial beings face, because they wanted to spend quality time with Dean and ended up suffering his dorkyness.

The pics above:

Cas' oh no face when he hears the name Dodge City, Kansas.

Jack's I've seen Lost Boys like 36 times face

[checkitout-checkitout]

The more time passes, the more I realize how crazy it was that former CA/TGWTG producers would be expected (and in some cases are still expected) to put out fully scripted, fully edited, fully on-camera and in-depth 20-30 minute video essays/reviews, often at the same time and day every single week of the year, and often starting as a complete one-person labor of passion. If I heard that someone told Danny Gonzales to do one of his DCOM videos every single week or else they'd purposely bury his channel, I wouldn't blame him for leading a full walkout on them either.

[giggly-squiggily]

The So-Called Monster Hunter (Blue Lock)

Muahahaha, I've done it! I've finished the Lee!Isagi fic! :D It only took *looks at calender*...We're not gonna talk about that. *Throws it over shoulder* Heyo everyone! Blue Lock- as always- has my heart in a chokehold, so I'm embracing it with some good ol' Bachisagi! They've taken my heart and ran with it, so might as well put them in a fic! I hope you like it :D

Summary: While watching a horror movie, Isagi makes a rather bold claim. Bachira decides to test that theory."

“She’s gonna die.” Isagi shook his head with a click of his tongue as the woman on screen raced up the stairs, completely ignoring the front door. “She’s only further trapping herself in. Unless she plans on jumping off the balcony, she’s a goner.”

“You sound like you have it all figured out- how you’d avoid the serial killer.” Bachira smiled from his spot across Isagi’s lap, head against his thighs as the other played with his hair. It was a slow night, so they decided to watch a movie. Why they picked such a cheesy horror film was beyond Bachira, but he liked listening to his boyfriend’s commentary.

“I suppose- though I guess in real life if I were being chased by a serial killer, I’d probably panic too.” Isagi winced when said killer finally caught up with the woman, bringing down her demise in a rather gruesome manner. “Told you.”

“Ew.” Bachira made a face, turning his face further into Isagi’s thigh as the scene played out. “Gross. Why’d we choose this movie again?”

“I can put something else on?” Isagi offered, looking for the remote.

“Nah, nah- it’s fine.” Bachira smiled, nuzzling his face further into Isagi’s thigh. “Besides- you can protect me from all the bad stuff in the movie right?”

“Of course I can.” Isagi declared proudly, trying not to let his voice crack at the sudden tickle shooting up his leg. “Nothing scares me! I can take on any monster there is!”

“Any monster?” Bachira asked, scooting upward so he was halfway in Isagi’s lap, turning to look up at him.. “Frankenstein?”

“I’ll undo all his stitches!” Isagi nodded confidently.

“A Mummy?”

“I’ll tug his wrappings and send him spinning like a top!”

“Dracula?”

“Hm..that one might be tough.” Isagi thought about it. “Garlic. And holy water.”

“How will you get holy water?” Bachira asked, intrigued.

“By boiling the hell out of it.” Isagi giggled at his dumb joke, laughing even more when Bachira snorted. “But yeah! I can take on any monster- bring them on!”

“Any monster, eh?” Bachira was grinning now, the mood shifting as he scooted up to be in line with his belly. “Okay Monster Hunter- how about the greatest monster of them all?”

“Greatest monster?” Isagi asked, unintentionally sealing his fate.

“The monster feared by all the land…the TICKLE MONSTER!” Bachira dived forward, blowing the biggest raspberry he could against Isagi’s clothed belly. The brunette let out a shocked yelp of laughter, arching against the couch. It lasted two seconds before his back slammed into the cushions once more, bubbly laughter spilling over his lips as Bachira’s hands worked his sides.

“Ah! Ahehahahahahhhaha! B-Bahahahhahchira, dohohohoohohon’t!” Isagi giggled out, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrists weakly. “Cohoohohohme ohohoohon, noohohoohohoho fahahahhahhair!”

“No fair? But you said you could take on any monster!” Bachira giggled as he pushed his boyfriend down onto his side, worming one hand up his shirt while the other continued lightly pinching and prodding his waist. “Don’t tell me you were lying?”

“Ohoohoohohf cohohohoohuse nhoohohohoht!” Isagi cackled as he rolled on his back, squeaking upon feeling Bachira’s fingers on his belly. “I juhuhuuhust wahahhahhsn’t prhehehehhpahahahhahred!”

“Uh huh. Sure you weren’t~” Bachira cooed, delight in his eyes at Isagi’s smiling face. “All the monsters you claim you can take, but the tickle monster isn’t one of them? Shame, Isagi, shame! Looks like we’ll have to get you ready!” He leaned in so his mouth was inches from the other’s ear, hands working random patterns and shapes against his skin. “Unless you want the big bad tickle monster to keep on tickling you. I bet you like this, huh?”

“Bahahhahahahahhachirahhahahahahaha!” Isagi squealed, lightly pushing at Bachira’s shoulders as the other’s hands found his hips, squeezing rhythmically. His face flushed an impressive shade of red, eyes squeezed shut as Bachira continued whispering dastardly teases in his ear. “Dohoohohoohon’t shahahahahhahy thahahhhahahat! Geahhahahahahahaa! Not fhahahahahhair!”

“The tickle monster doesn’t play fair, Isagi~” Bachira cooed, blowing a raspberry against Isagi’s cheek before ducking his head down, kissing beneath his jaw. His hands relocated to Isagi’s sides, going right for his lower ribs just to hear him scream. “The tickle monster only plays to win.”

“BAHHHAHAHHAHCHIRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Isagi shrieked, his squirms increasing against the couch when his worst spots were being attacked. Flailing, kicking his feet, trying to tickle him back- nothing worked against Bachira like this. He was effectively trapped. “OOHOHOHOKAY! OHHOOHOKAY YOU WIHIHIIHN NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“I did? Yay!” Bachira cheered, his hands retreating along with his face as he watched Iagi gasp for air. Leaning in so his chin rested against his balled fists, he blinked sweetly up at his boyfriend, giggling when the other glared. “You’re cute when you're all red like that, you know? Like a strawberry.”

“Wh-What? Ugh.” Isagi flopped back down, unable to stay mad as he felt Bachira snuggle into him. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“Yep!” Bachira replied, popping the ‘p’. “I’m your dork!”

“So you are.” Isagi rolled his eyes fondly, running his fingers through Bachira’s hair. Just then, a woman screamed; yet another victim to the movie killer. Bachira yelped and buried his face into Isagi’s chest, hiding from the scene. “Can we watch something else? I hate gore.”

“On it.” Isagi didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the remote and exiting out of the movie. “Is Kiki’s Delivery Service alright with you?”

“Perfect.” Bachira smiled, snuggling in as the music played, letting himself get lost in the story.

Thanks for reading!

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Halloweentown is back - and it's also grey, which so isn't its colour, let's be honest. Allison Pregler and Phelous look at Halloweentown II: Kalabar's Revenge on Movie Nights, which I edited!

[thxrapyy]

[shallowseeker]

Okay so...given one of Cas's aliases was Clarence Worley, I wanna see what it was like when he and Dean watched True Romance together.

Do you.

Do you think Dean spilled his popcorn in Cas's lap? "Thanks for being a sweetheart, cause you could've been a real fucker."

And then he watches Cas get the references after the scene crawls across the screen.

[romancemedia]

Watching more Christmas movies tonight. The first being Nutcracker and the Four Realms and the second is a childhood favourite, Babes in Toyland (1997).

I Love Christmas movies.

[santacoppelia]

Yesterday night, my personal theologian organized our last "virtual movie night" of 2023. We have had two different "cycles": one dedicated to Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart, and our most recent one, where we watched John Wayne movies. We do that over Streamyard, discuss the movie afterwards as if we were in the same room (instead of living in different cities) for about an hour or two, then we go to sleep.

Yesterday's movie wasn't part of any of the cycles, though. It was The Third Miracle, by Agnieszka Holland, with Ed Harris, Anne Heche (oh, my goddess, how beautiful and talented she was) and Armin Mueller-Stahl. It was (as one might expect with a theologian) a gripping religious drama, with great acting, a really interesting script, and questions around faith and morality... Fascinating, really, as a talking point between a very rational conservative Catholic theologian and his ex-Catholic, very smart, quirky fiend who specializes in social studies and media analysis. A delight, really.

The things that nagged me during the whole time and I couldn't bring out with him were these:

One of the main themes was the painful opposition between institutional Good (the Church) and everyday faith (people who live in a failed world, but who believe in everyday saints). We obviously discussed this, but I wanted so bad to say "yeah, this is one of the main themes that makes me very interested in Good Omens, really, the difference between institutional goodness and the love of life that arrives while living amongst everyday people".

I'll spoil one of the points in the movie for this. Ed Harris is a priest. Anne Heche is a non-religious person. They start getting closer, and at one point they kiss, desperately. And then Ed Harris (with his beautiful and expressive blue eyes) leaves a very redheaded Anne Heche, parting with a kiss, because he has to go and fulfill his duty to the Church and to his faith. I should have cried. I might have screamed a little (we usually have our microphones off). Everything is Ineffable Partners coded in my head.

I have to mention again the opposition between "institutional Good" and "real Good". It is a central theme... and the character played by Armin Mueller-Stahl is awful in that sense (most of the archbishops in the movie are, really, but he is THE WORST). The feeling of "arch-authorities supposedly in charge of goodness being jerks" was other of those things where I urgently needed my theologian to have ANY SORT OF GOOD OMENS LITERACY, for someone's sake.

As that's not going to happen anytime soon, I brought this to you all, because I guess you will be interested in this sort of brainrot even when I'm talking about a 23 year old movie that no one has watched in years (but it's gooooooood! Painful, gritty, interesting....) because I can cross reference Good Omens with oh, so many things!