#Writing Don is so unbelievably fun

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝…? ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟷: 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟽𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 ����𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢….𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 *𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎*

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚢𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙼𝙶‼️‼️‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Dreams were one thing. 

Mikey loved dreams. 

He adored dreams in fact. 

It was…his escape from reality; sort of like drawing in a sense. Except, when he dreamt…he didn’t have to do a single thing.

He could do anything he wanted…whenever he wanted without having to get the 'a-okay' from anyone.

And plus, the best part about dreams was that if there was an ice cream cat barfing up sprinkles…Mikey wouldn’t question it oneeeeee bit. 

That was the magical part about dreams. 

But…there were always two sides to a coin.

…Nightmares…were the opposite of dreams…

…And they were a whole other thing.

They could turn your most happiest memories and moments into horrid and scary ones.

It could turn the most greenest of valleys into nothing but dry ash, blowing away in the wind and fluttering and intoxicating the air. 

Or…perhaps…maybe nightmares were just…lonely. 

Perhaps…it was just lonely to be alone, watching you sit in your room as you break into cold sweat, the darkness weighing you down like a ton of bricks. 

And maybe the nightmares wanted you to be there with it…so it wouldn’t have to be alone…

'I could be lonely with you' as Beach Bunny would say…

But back to the initial topic, Michelangelo always hated having nightmares.

But what he hated more was not even remembering what said nightmares was about. 

It was terrifying for sure— I mean— he woke up from it so it must’ve been really…bad…right?

The box turtle sighed loudly, running a tired and shaky hand down his face.

…He should probably get some water while he’s awake; his mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert.

Or, better yet, Mikey could go find his brothers.

Well…one of them. Or at least see if anyone was awake.

The light scarlet eyed mutant hopped down from his bed, hugging himself with one of his blankets as he made his way towards the hallway, the darkness almost consuming him in the process. 

Even as a little kid, the box turtle was never fond of the dark. 

…You could never see beyond it. 

It was cold and…just, well, dark in general if that makes sense. 

Michelangelo never understood the appeal some people had to it.

The only time he did welcome darkness, though, was when there was light occumpining it. 

Like the moon. 

Or the stars. 

Or even car lights! 

It was Mikey’s small reminder that no matter where he was, there was always some glow or gleam with him…

So relitavley speaking, he should head to where the nearest light was…which was his immiediate older brother’s room. 

The smallest turtle opened Leo’s car door ever so slightly, peeking inside to see a very sound sleeping slider. 

The youngest buried down his disappointment as he quietly closed the door, going back into the darkness once more.

Leo barely got any sleep as is…

…And besides…the chance of accidentally waking him up was waaaay too high. 

It was fine, anyway. Mikey could try going to Raph’s! 

Michelangelo dragged his orange blanket with him, putting it around his shoulders as he tip-toed to Raphael’s room…surely he was awake, right? 

“Raph…?” The youngest called out quietly, looking into his older brother’s room. The smallest mutant wasn’t greeted with a small grunt of acknowlgemnt nor a kind Raph greeting.

What the light scarlet eyed teen was greeted with, though, was a loud, ear pierecing snore from the snapping turtle. 

Mikey snickered softly at his brother’s loud noises, going into the room and giving him his favorite Squishmello that was on the floor.

The alligator snapping turtle smiled in his sleep, squishing the plushie to his chest and his tail wagged slightly. The smaller turtle giggled at the action, walking out and closing the car door.

Alright…so the odd’s on Donnie being up…were…rather…slim but it was fine! 

Quite very much fine.

If the softshell was asleep, the light scarlet eyed mutant would just hed back to his room…alone; in complete darkness. 

…But it would be fine…!

Probably.

The box turtle quickly and quietly shimmied to his purple loving brother’s room buuut not before tripping over his own feet and stumbling in front of Donnie’s train car door.

And Mikey was supposed to be a ninja…pfft, yeah right. 

The youngest turtle got up on his feet, brushing off his knees and shoulders as he grabbed his blanket from the floor. 

Maybe if he just stood perfectly still until the crack of dawn…Donnie wouldn’t wake up…!

Besides, it’s not like the softshell heard him or anything.

“I can hear you trying to be quiet over there, Mikes.” The second oldest deadpanned, turning around of his bed so him and his little brother shared eye contact.

Well shit…

The youngest’s stomach twisted and turned with guilt, rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned on the doorway nervously, “Oh! H-Hey, Dee…sorry…did I wake you up…?” Michelangelo asked guiltily. 

“Eh, kinda. But it’s alright.” Donatello yawned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on his bed, reaching for his desk as he put on his glasses. 

“…Are you going to come into my very humble abode or are you just going to continue to stand there?” The taller turtle asked, squinting into the darkness where the youngest was almost being consumed by.

Mikey shook his head ever so slightly, closing the door and hopping into Donnie’s bed with his blanket. The elder hugged the smaller turtle tight, rubbing his shell gently as Michelangelo melted into the embrace. 

The box turtle buried his face in his older brother’s chest as the other rested his chin at the top of the smallest turtle’s head, “Mhmmmm…your warm as fuck…”

Donnie bit back a loud laugh, instead, smiling faintly as he rolled his eyes fondly. 

Typical Mikey…

The second oldest wrapped his younger brother tighter in the hug, “Your literally using me as a blanket right now. I’m not your own personal heater, y'know.” 

“Ehhhh…you kinda are to be honest.” The other snickered. 

“Oh? You're just using me for my body heat, huh? And here I thought you loved me for me…” Donatello sniffled theatrically, wiping away a fake tear for dramatic effect.

“I do! But I also love you for your body heat.” The younger turtle giggled snarkily. 

Donnie scoffed, shaking his head slightly as he smiled; he couldn’t help but chuckle faintly.

"You're such a dunderhead, y'know that?” The older said as he scribbled at the youngest’s sides, grinning as Mikey almost immediatley squealed with laughter. 

“Here I am, pouring my heart out to you, being all sentimental and caring...and all you care about is my toasty body heat.” Donatello fake seethed, scribbling where the younger’s plastron met his shell. 

Michelangelo screeched loudly at his brothers squiggly and wriggly fingers, hugging his middles before turning around so his shell faced the young scientist. 

The light scarlet eyed turtle squealed, kicking his legs from under the bed sheets as his brother continued to tickle him, “N-NohoHAH! D-Deehee cahahome ohon dohon’t doohoo thihihis!” He squeaked, pulling on Donatello’s arms. 

“And where do you think you’re going, little brother?” The taller turtle asked, wrapping one arm around Mikey’s chest so his arms were at his sides. “You’re not going anywhere~!” Donnie grinned before scribbling his free hand all long the younger’s stomach. 

“OHO FAHAAAHACK! DEEHEE NOHO STAHAP!! THAHAT’S SOHO SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” Michelangelo screeched whilst laughing loudly and hysterically, kicking his legs so much that the blankets soared high in the air and fell on the floor. 

'And she was a fairy' ahh moment…

“I’m going to tickle you foreveeeeer! Eeheevihil lahahaugh!” The purple hoodie wearing mutant announced as he nibbled the crook of his baby brother’s neck.

Donnie laughed along with the other, his mind flashing back to times when they were very little…

…When they would lay together in the dark with fairy lights hung around the ceiling, infodumping about shows and movies as he would hold his younger brother close to him to keep him warm…

…It was just like when they were little kids.

Well, almost like when they were little kids. 

In their early childhood years there was definetly less hyena cackling…that was for sure.

“GAHAHAD DAHA— squeal NOOOHOHOHO!” The younger mutant squealed, shaking his head as a faint blush spread to his cheeks.

“Yeeeeeeees~!” Donatello playfully cooed, “And stop your loud Tom-foolery! You’re going to wake up the entire lair!”

“THEHEN STAH— squeal!! GOHOD— squeak SCREHEHEW YAHA— YOHOU! STOHOHAP TIHICKLING squeak MEEHEEHEE!” Mikey yelled through his laughs. 

“But you looooove it~!” The other smugly countered. 

“DEEEEEHEEHEE! PLAHAHEASE! YOHOUR GOHOHONNA KILL MEEHEE!!”

“Kill yohou?” The elder mutant asked in awe, pausing the tickling for a split second before mercilessly prodding where the other’s ribs would be.

The reaction was almost immediate as Michelangelo let out a loud, genuine scream before descending into hysterical fits of laughter. 

Mikey thrashed and squealed helplessly, throwing his head back on his older brother’s shoulder. “DOHOHAHA— squeak DOHOHAHANNIE!!”

“You are conversing with Donatello; yes?” 

“PLAHAHAHEASE!”

“Please what~? Pleeeeease keep tickling you~? Pleeeeease tickle tickle your oh-so ticklish ribs~?” 

“N-NAHAH! THAHAT IHIS NOHOT WHAHA— squeal IHI DIDN’T MEEEHEAN THAHAAAT!”

The softshell chuckled lowly, holding his baby brother’s wrists above his head as he lightly nibbled his ribs. 

The box turtle squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back once more as he could do nothing but happily laugh. 

“D'awww~! Are Mikey’s wittle wibs tickwish~?” Donnie teased, using his free hand to flutter along the orange cladded turtle’s neck.

“AAAAAHAHAHAH— SQUEAK!! NONONOHOHO! DEEHEE DEEHEE NOHO— SQUEAK SQUEAK— NAHAHA— SQUEAL— NOHO MOHOHORE!!!”

“No more~? Are you sure~?”

“YEHAHAHAH! YEHEHES YEHE— SQUEAL YEHEHES!!” 

Donnie gave his brother one last poke at the rib before stopping and hugging him from behind, resuming the gentle shell rubs. “I guess I really am nothing more than your own personal heater, hm? Just a walking furnace at your command…”

The box turtle mutant groaned loudly, flicking the taller turtle’s forehead slightly, “Deeeehee yohou knohow damn wehell thahahat’s nohot true.” Mikey pouted, snuggling in the embarce. 

"Yeah, yeah…I know, I know. You supposedly love me for more than just my body heat.”Donatello said as he let out a huff of laughter and rolled his eyes. 

The elder wrapped his arms tighter around his brother, resting his chin on the orange cladded teen’s head once more. 

The smaller turtle giggled at the action before yawning, snuggling into the other’s plastron, “Lohove yohou, dorkwad…”

“Pfft— dorkwad? Is that the best you can do? Really?” The softshell snickered. 

“Is ahass faced Atomic Lahass fuhucker good enohough fohor you?” The box turtle asked snarkily. 

“I’ll stick with dorkwad, thanks.” The older giggled. 

“That’s whahat I thohought.” Mikey grinned as he yawned, resting on his face on his brother’s chest, “Lohove you, Dee.”

“I love you too, Angelo.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[justmymindandstuff]

Why do you write a hatecomment?

Why do so many people write hate messages here? Especially in the Hotd fandom. I just do not understand. I just keep asking myself why? Really why? I've been in different fandoms since I am 13/14, and I've never, nerver seen so much hate as in the Hotd fandom. I don't post much here, but I love checking out other blogs. I have a few posts about HotD on my blog, a few reblogs and a few from myself. I have post for both teams on my blog. And I don´t have a big blog, still, the number of hate messages I receive is unbelievable. All anonym, of course.

I always delete this kind of messages straight away but I'm slowly getting tired of them. I do not get it. Fandoms and Tumblr are for fun. It's a series/book for heaven's sake! I don't understand the intention behind it. Do you think a hate comment makes someone think, oh right, I don't like this character (in this case Aegon)? Or do you just want to hurt other people?

I just don't understand the thought process behind it. Never in my life have I thought to myself after reading a post: Time to write mean things to this person. It's one thing to disagree with someone's opinion. I understand. Everyone has different opinions and likes certain characters more and dislikes certain characters. But is that enough to write mean, hurtful and sometimes threatening words? No! It's worrying how quickly and easily people write mean messages. It's anonym, so no harm. Wrong! You are hurting the people you write these messages to! Don't you realize that behind every blog there is a real person with feelings?

My mother always used to say if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything.

Why is this so difficult for some people?

So please if you don't like something, keep scrolling, block the tags and stop sending hate messages to strangers on the internet.

I'm sorry for the fuss, but I'm getting really tired. It's just not fun and that's what every fandom should be about.

How do you deal with hate messages? Do you just delete them or reply?

Please just be kind to each other. The world is so full of hate and anger. Why do you have to make it worse? Please let us have our little corner of the internet where everyone can love what they love and don't get any hate for it.

[dedalvs]

what kind of books do you like reading?

My favorite era is 19th century Russian literature. Some of my favorites from there are Dead Souls by Gogol, Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev, Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin, and Oblomov by Ivan Goncharov (I was utterly baffled as to why everyone was talking about Ivan Goncharov when I came back to Tumblr!). I loved a lot of early 20th century American literature, in particular F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was an early hero, and I also read a lot of Joseph Heller and Vladimir Nabokov (Russian/American). I've read everything by Franz Kafka—even the bizarre stuff, like Amerika—and loved it all. My favorite writer of all time is Virginia Woolf, and I love reading writers who experiment with style (Lewis Carroll, of all people, has a nice early example of stream of consciousness with Sylvie and Bruno). I think the best piece of writing I've ever seen from America is Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison.

I've also read and enjoyed some stuff from the 16th-18th centuries (in particular, Ludovico Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, Edmund Spencer's The Faerie Queene, and John Milton's Paradise Lost), but a lot more that's a lot older. Giovanni Boccaccio's The Decameron is a great collection of tales like The Canterbury Tales, but better (note: I haven't yet read 1,001 Nights. Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur was a lot of fun. I slowed down a lot about eight years ago). I even love the fake ones that are tales within tales like Jan Potocki's The Manuscript Found at Saragossa. But I love chasing down and reading older works, like sagas and epics. Some of my favorites are The Nibelungenlied, The Kalevala, Njal's Saga, and The Epic of Sundiata. Gilgamesh is absolutely incredible. I've read some clunkers, though, like The Song of Roland, which I found dry, dull, and short.

As my reading slowed, I liked to read books aimed at young readers. Growing up, I loved the Oz books, which I find to be an utterly fascinating example of uniquely American (and non-European) fantasy. We have that and Little Nemo, but most other fantasy you get (outside of modern times) is distinctly European, and owes more to Lord Dunsany and Tolkien than anyone else. I loved The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear, which I just finished ready to my daughter (Walter Moers). Michael Ende's The Neverending Story is probably the best book for young readers I've read. And then there's the Moomin books by Tove Jansson... What a find those were! Written for kids, but so unbelievably melancholic and subtle! Every page is packed with so much loneliness and longing! I couldn't even believe what I'd read after reading Tales from Moomin Valley. "The Fillyjonk who Believed in Disasters" is something I think every adult should read. It reminds me a bit of The Magic Mountain (see below) in how subtly it captures a character or series of character traits that are quite natural and recognizable, but so hard to pin down! Tove Jansson was brilliant.

For utter, nonsensical, bizarre, indulgent, and absurd escapism, I read E. T. A. Hoffmann. It's hard to even describe how ridiculous his stuff is. Like...you read this stuff, and are saying, "You can't DO that! You'd be laughed off AO3 for that!" And yet he does. And he doesn't care. He had an audience of one, and that was himself. I have no idea how his works are even remembered. Utterly bizarre.

That captures a lot of it. Here are some that don't fit elsewhere:

The Buru Quartet by Pramoedya Ananta Toer (masterful)

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller (wrecked me)

Moby Dick by Herman Melville (tore through it!)

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (this one, too! Thick book, but such a quick and joyful read—and written with such exquisite detail!)

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (one of the best of the 19th century)

The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann (so subtle... Let me tell you, this is a long book, and like, it's 90% over, and suddenly this new character is introduced, and it's like, "What even is this…?", and yet, somehow, he takes like 50 pages, and you suddenly care about this guy... Astonishing)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (tour de force; her best, in my opinion)

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut (his best that I've read, and the one I'd recommend to everyone)

Forest of a Thousand Daemons by D. O. Fagunwa (terrible translation, but so wonderfully inventive!)

Black Elk Speaks (I want to mention this, because I really loved it, but it has a problematic history, so fyi)

True Grit by Charles Portis (one of the most beautiful short novels I've ever read; the Cohen Bros. adaptation is actually very, very close to it)

The Awakening by Kate Chopin (what a smack in the face that one is!)

The Tempest by Shakespeare (my favorite of his)

The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass (best written work from America in the 19th century)

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin (by contrast, one of the most ridiculous things I've ever read in my life; HILARIOUS)

Journey to the West by Wu Cheng'en (read the whole thing, and...wow. lol So much repetition with humor throughout capped off by brilliance)

The Bostonians by Henry James (the best demonstration of exactly what he aimed to do: produce an ending that has two equally plausible and utterly opposite interpretations that can both be supported textually)

Nohow On by Samuel Beckett (the culmination of his work, and a worthy one)

Three Tales by Gustave Flaubert (I bawled—loudly—after reading "A Simple Heart"; I couldn't help it)

Thanks for asking this! It's been so long since I've really read... It's nice to remember. I wanted to read the Studs Lonigan trilogy for ages now... Oh, and I went through a Gabriel García Márquez phase! And Tom Robbins! And, of course, I've read all the wonderful comic novels by my friend Nina Post, whose wit astounds me.

Okay, now I'm just not getting to sleep. But this is some of what I've read that I've loved. Also, for certain things, I've read a lot (like 19th century Russian literature and Samuel Beckett), so I can tell you what not to read. For example, A Hero of Our Time by Lermontov? Pass. Same with The Golovlovs by Saltykov-Shchedrin. You can probably pass on War and Peace, as well, due to its girth, but you're going to miss some good stuff (amidst a lot of dry stuff).

Okay, hitting the button now! I'm done.

(Oh, but if you were assigned Their Eyes Were Watching God and kind of passed on it because it was a "school book", that was a mistake!!!)

(Oh, Cane by Jean Toomer!)

(Oh, and if you want a short one that has a "wah-wah!" ending, check out As I Lay Dying by Faulkner! lol That rascal...)

(OH! And the "school book" thing? Hard ditto on Of Mice and Men. Holy shit, that book... Wow.)

(OMG BABBIT!!!!! I loved it!!! Pass on Main Street, though.)

(Oh, and John Updike can miss me with his Rabbit stuff... YIKES!)

(Oh, and if you like Woody Allen's style but not Woody Allen, try Portnoy's Complaint.)

(Last one: Jasmine by my short fiction professor Bharati Mukherjee, who sadly passed away far too soon. On the last day of class, she'd forgotten she was going to have us read Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky. As we were walking out the door, she made us promise to read it. I never saw her again, but I did, Ms. Mukherjee, and it was tremendous. Thank you so much for what you gave me. I had so much trouble showing my work to other people before that class. You helped me so much, and I wish I could've told you. You may think those who have influenced you will be around forever for you to thank one day, but they're not. Today's the day. Tell them what they meant to you. You'll regret it if you don't.)

[1000-rat-corpses]

in defense of a gacha game

"i can't believe tjere's a real fandom for stuff like genshin impact. imagine if half your dash was posting about raid shadow legends. you'd think it was astroturf"

i know it's fun to hate on genshin impact and criticize any gacha game but a post like this makes it very clear you only know that the game has bad ads and a gacha system. .........it has an unbelievable amount of lore and worldbuilding like i get what you're saying really but if you took out the gacha aspect you are left with a very real and substantial rpg.. no the writing isn't very good in the beginning, some characters are filler characters that only show up in their own side stories or events, and i have words about the resolution of inazuma... but there's so many really amazing stories in the game, and lots are just hidden little side quest plots that range from fleshing out the world to pure whimsy

there's a side quest in fontaine about a little girl and her imaginary friends and what it means to grow up, and you go on a very cute and touching journey to help her and her imaginary friends, that were based on characters from Don Quixote which is also relevant to her imaginary, idealized world, feel relieved that she can grow up and still retain her childlike whimsy while seeing the world for what it is. this comes well after she makes this world of imaginary friends who serve as her protectors, each based off the people/pets that replaced her parents in her life after her vigilante outlaw parents literally abandoned her with their ex-outlaw friends because their wanderlust was stronger than their desire to raise their own child. it was actually touching as you swam through the beautiful reefs while the "children" (a school of cute fish she befriended who also may or may not be imaginary friends too) sing nursery rhymes/songs with her about remembering the people who took care of her in her parents' stead and how she should never forget the sweet and wonderful times of her childhood even if she has to face growing up eventually

and there's so many more of these little hidden gems even among the countless side quests, like fischl's persona dungeon where she faces off with and has to accept the side of herself she wants to be but knows isn't real, or that incredibly depressing story with Freminet and the Thelxie and the mother who was delusional and thought her son was still alive and was deteriorating from Loneliness Syndrome but it was actually she who had it all along... That was a ride.

The world is beautiful and absolutely packed, and you can grow to really like the characters in the main story, if you let yourself. Inazuma's story had promise before it fell apart lol but after that Sumeru was awesome (I could write a dissertation on Scaramouche and his background/themes/boss theme lyrics) and I'm loving Fontaine so far. I already love Navia and i've known her for like a a day in the story.

anyway. i know it’s amaaaaazingly easy to just be like ‘ew gacha gambling predatory game with sameface bland over designed characters you have shit taste’ but man sometimes a game is fun and people like it. idk whats so surprising about a game like this having a fandom, but i guess people can go jack off to reveling in their superiority complexes and their REAL GAMERS ONLY games

[kyria-nico]

Getting to know you tag game

Thanks to @sunset-a-story for the tag! I'm Nico!

Rules: use this picrew to make yourself and answer the questions.

three fun facts about me:

This is tough because I'm basically the most boring person alive. I like it that way, but I always draw a blank on "fun facts".

- One of my eyes is slightly darker than the other

- I'm an aspiring fiber artist and love to knit and crochet, although my crochet skills are still pretty basic

- I can count to 10 in 5 languages, that's not really that special, especially outside of the US, but it's what I got!

favorite season: This is tough. If I'm going to be outside then Fall, when the leaves are changing and there's a slight chill in the air. My favorite season in general is Winter. I love the snow, especially when I can spend part of the day in it and then curl under a blanket with a hot drink and watch it fall.

continent where I live: North America

how i spend my time: I'm a software engineer, but outside of work I like to indulge my (too many) hobbies. I play video games (currently replaying Breath of the Wild while awaiting Tears of the Kingdom), read, draw, and knit. I also enjoy writing, although I haven't done it in a couple years. I also recently started playing an awesome TTRPG (with a FANTASTIC GM) with some friends and my partner that I'm super unbelievably excited about, so I currently spend a lot of my time doodling my character and trying to flesh out their backstory!

are you published? Not unless AO3 counts!

introvert/extrovert: Definitely introverted. I love spending time with friends and loved ones and wouldn't give it up for anything but I have a definite limit that I hit with socialization that requires several hours of dedicated alone time where I don't even want to talk to my partner. Sometimes it's a quite literal shutdown where it takes a herculean effort to say anything.

favorite meal: It's hard to top salmon don, which is basically my favorite meal if we're going out! But lately I cannot get enough of Maangchi's Dubu Jorim, which is Braised Tofu. I eat it 2-3 times a week!

I'm no-pressure tagging @localcryptideli! I'm not sure who else to tag, so if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[adamwatchesmovies]

Fast Five (2011)

You don't need to care about car culture or have seen any of the Fast and Furious movies to enjoy Fast Five. This action-heist film is packed with excitement, great characters, and dialogue so good "poetry" feels like too ordinary a word. It's not often the fifth entry in a franchise is the best but this series continues to defy all expectations.

After rescuing Dom Toretto (Vin Diesel) from his prison sentence, Brian (Paul Walker) and Mia (Jordana Brewster) join him in Rio de Janeiro where they run afoul of a ruthless drug lord (Joaquim de Almeida). To get even, the trio assembles a team of experts that can help them steal $100 million from him. Their operation is complicated by Luke Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson), a.U.S. Diplomatic Security Service agent determined to capture the fugitives.

This is a sequel done right. Director Justin Lin retains everyone you liked from before and then gives you more. This is a car-based heist film. Toretto and Brian are the drivers. Roman Pearce (Tyrese Gibson) is the fast-talker. Tej Parker (Chris “Ludacris” Bridges) is the man with the connections. Han Seoul-Oh (Sun Kang) blends in anywhere. Gisele Yashar (Gal Gadot) is the weapons expert. The team is topped with Mia and Leo & Santos (Tego Calderón and Don Omar). We even see the return of Matt Schulze as Vince! Most pictures would struggle to fit so many favorites, plus the introduction of some new ones (We’ll get to Dwayne Johnson in a moment) and a plot into a running time of 106 minutes. This film manages to get them all in there in satisfying amounts.

Written by Chris Morgan (whose portfolio is admittedly mixed) and directed by Justin Lin, this is a fast-paced, action-packed adventure. We’re no longer talking about life being lived a quarter of a mile at a time. Instead, it's long chases where people are crashing through windows and bullets fly. The climax? It’s a race down the streets so awesome you don't care how absurd it becomes. The film is simply too entertaining. The instant it's over, you crave more. I never would’ve expected that little gearhead of a movie directed by Rob Cohen way back in 2001 to evolve into this.

One cannot talk about Fast Five without discussing the Luke Hobbs character. Even when he isn’t standing next to his partner, Rio police officer Elena Neves (Elsa Pataky), he’s a giant of muscle and personality. His lines are gold; one-liners so good most action films would be blessed to have one or two. Make sure you don’t forget a notepad and pencil when popping this beauty into your Blu-ray player so you can write them down.

Fast Five is so much fun, and it’s so unexpectedly entertaining those who didn’t drool over the sleek engines and squealing tires in the previous Fast & Furious movies may want to go back and check if their opinions on them have suddenly changed. Some will try to justify this as a mere guilty pleasure because, if you think about it, this part was a little unbelievable, and then there was that other thing... but don’t. Do not waste your time considering the physics of what takes place. Instead, admire how much bang for your buck you get. Fast Five is well worth your time and likely a new favorite for many. (Theatrical version on Blu-ray, September 15, 2018)

[spectaculardistractions]

To Carlos Fuentes

Paris, 3 March 1974

My dear Carlos, My 74 years thank you for your birthday wishes, and for my part I also accept them with a sad smile of farewell.

I see your migration issues are completely resolved and wonder if Don Luis E. had something to do with that. Mine are in the process of being sorted out by Mr Moskovitz, Saltzman and Silberman’s lawyer in New York. It turns out the State Department had a pretty sizable file on me.* I may get an ordinary visa this month without the famous Exemption 28 C d, etc. If so, I’ll go to New York in June via Mexico, and will descend upon your home in Virigina to have fun with all the zorras that, according to you, surround you on all sides.

And you, still working on your book! I now see you have more trouble writing a novel than I do writing a letter! I’m waiting impatiently for you to get to the final full stop.

There are 70 actors in this film The Phantom of Liberty, all with very small parts. When you see it, you’ll realize why it just wasn’t possible to get María Casares in.

I’m happy to try and help García Riera in any way I can. You just have to let me know how. Television and advertising horrify me, although I am grateful for your new attempt to take up your cudgels ‘on my behalf’. I really don’t think I deserve so much of your attention. I’m embarrassed.

I’ve been filming for four weeks now with a good few more to go. This Phantom of Liberty may be more popular than the one about the bourgeoisie. But I don’t want to get my hopes up.

Have you read the monstrous book Comment devenir Dalí? Unbelievable!

Kisses for Silvia and the baby and, what the hell, kisses for you too! Luis

*Ninety-two-page FBI file on LB’s activities from 1941 to 1971.

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters

[spooky-fm]

Bless the winter break for giving me time to write fun things instead of essays.

Part 3.

3.

Humming a cheerful tune to himself, Danny punched his code into the little terminal at the staff entrance and waved at the half-awake owner of the pizzeria.

Mr. Ricci took one look at his smile and scoffed quietly.

"Damn morning people," - he narrowed his eyes at Danny's t-shirt. "Do you not get paid enough, kid?"

"What?" - Danny stratled at the abrupt topic change. Has he ever said something to imply that he wanted more? Did his clothes look too old? He made good money at the restaurant - Mr. Ricci made sure that his employees were paid a decent wage even before tips.

"Is it some kind of new trend with the young people? To wear as little clothes the colder it gets?"

Oh, that. Danny often forgot that most peolpe didn't have an ice core and actually got cold in lower temperatures. Well, most people had no cores at all, but that's beside the point.

Danny glanced outside at the light dusting of snow covering the street and grinned.

"Yeah, it's a Disney cosplay! Haven't you seen the new movie? ~ The cold never bothered me anywaaay~" - he sang loudly.

Antonio grimaced and cleared his ear with his pinky at the horribly off-key notes.

Still smiling, Danny grabbed some garlic bread for his second breakfast and settled at a table to wait for incoming delivery orders. He ignored Mr. Ricci's grumbling about reckless young people that shouldn't come to him for sympathy when they inevitably get sick.

Several hours into his shift and a dozen orders complete, Danny happily sat down for his lunch break. He had a new game on his phone that he wanted to try, and the repetitive back-and-forth of deliveries was getting a bit boring.

He was almost done with his lunch when the restaurant's phone rang and Mr. Ricci picked up the call. Danny listened half-heartedly to his side of the conversation, not bothering to strain his ears to hear the voice on the other side.

"... two big pepperoni ... meat lovers ... bread ... drinks ... where ... maybe an hour ..."

"Sir, I'm afraid we do not have an express delivery service. We always deliver our pizzas as soon as we can," - Antonio's flat tone drew his attention to the conversation. Danny focused a little and caught the tail end of the caller's reply.

"... -thin 20 minutes I will give you a 100 dollar tip"

"We will do our best to fulfill your request, sir, but we cannot promise anything," - his boss said neutrally.

He jotted down an address and ended the call with a grumpy expression.

"Who orders food on such a short notice? What does he think we do, heat up readymade pizza, 5 minutes in the oven and done? Unbelievable," - he passed the order ticket to his son, who was on kitchen duty that day.

A little longer than 10 minutes later, the pizzas were almost ready and Antonio looked at Danny with a thoughtful frown on his face.

"Hey kid, come here," - he called him over to the cash register.

"What's up, Mr. Ricci?"

"How soon can you be at this address with a big delivery?" - he passed Danny a piece of paper.

Danny checked his navigation map. It showed 35 minutes by car, but he knew that he couldn't go at full speed if he wanted the pizzas to maintain structural integrity. Well, there was that one thing... But was he sure about being so open with his boss? It's not like he doesn't know that I'm not a normal kid, and it's been weeks since he learned that. He hasn't told anyone. It shouldn't be a big deal if I reveal a bit more, right?

He met his bosses eyes with some uncertainty. He had been pretty relaxed about using his ghost powers to deliver the orders, and it was obvious that his boss knew and accepted that fact, but it was unsettling to just talk about it to an adult.

Antonio seemingly misinterpreted his silence, and leaned back a bit.

"If it's none of my business, kid, just tell me to buzz off, I don-"

Danny interrupted him, waving his hand in protest.

"No, no, boss, that's not it, I just... It, well, It depends..." - he trailed off a bit. It was objectively silly to use his powers to deliver pizzas. Pizza was not a matter of life or death; no one would get hurt if he brought them their pies a little late. And yet, it was strangely exhilirating to use his powers on such mundane things. Not because he felt he had to, not because someone would get hurt if he didn't, but just because he wanted. Because it was fun. He smiled at that thought. "It would take me maybe five minutes on my own, up to 20 with a bulky order, especially if we want the pizzas to stay pizza-shaped."

Antonio nodded, looking a little surprised. Maybe he didn't expect Danny to be so forthcoming with the limits of his powers. Danny himself was not sure why he trusted Mr. Ricci that much. Had trusted him on the first day instead of fleeing the first time his abilities were exposed.

"There goes your Benjamin, sorry kid," - Mr. Ricci shrugged.

Antonio felt a bit guilty about sending the kid to deliver to a customer that would almost certainly be rude and give no tip. He was about to give him some advice for dealing with angry assholes when the kid interrupted him.

"But!" - Danny exclaimed, raising his right index finger up and smiling mischievously. "But, I can cheat a little."

"Cheat?" Antonio raised his eyebrows incredulously. How do you cheat at running really fast. He wondered if the kid was pulling his leg this time or if he really had some way to make it in time. Kid's smile looked cheeky enough that either option was equally probable.

"Well, it's not real cheating, not like on a test!" - Danny's eyes suddenly got an intense glint to them and his face turned deathly serious for a second. "You should never cheat on tests."

The expression on Danny's face was so severe as his said it that Antonio had a hard time stifling a smile. He opted for a fierce expression and a sharp nod. I probably shouldn't tell him that he looks like an angry kitten like this.

"All I'm saying is, I can definitely get there in time!" - Satisfied that his warning was accepted, Danny relaxed and grinned up at the older man.

Antonio decided he did not want to question anything and ducked into the kitchen just in time to help his son put the hot pizzas into their boxes and the boxes into two delivery backpacks with insulation. He wondered if the insulation was even needed, since apparently Danny was going to be at the customer's house in a couple minutes' time. He silently passed the heavy backpacks and a plastic bag with three big coke bottles to Danny, who lifted them like they barely weighed anything. A look at the clock showed that the order was placed 17 minutes ago, leaving Danny just under three minutes to cross a fifteen mile distance.

"Good luck, kid."

Danny, who had already walked up to the doors, turned around, grinned at him with way too many teeth, winked, and disappeared on the spot. Antonio blinked rapidly when a gust of cold wind blew through the open door into his face.

Danny giggled quietly under the cover of invisibility. He transformed, letting intangibility wash over him and his bags and concentrated just as Clockwork had taught him. He felt a bit light-headed as he focused on the green-tinted streams of time that permeated the fabric of the Universe and forced himself to go intangible again, phasing through the currents of time. It took Danny a couple of tries, but the world finally slowed down to a crawl.

He took a second to admire the look of a crow with its wings stretched wide, frozen mid-flight above his head. Then, he took off at a steady pace. He arrived with plenty of time to spare and gently dropped back into the timestream in front of a big house with the sounds of loud conversation and laughter coming from its windows.

Exactly 19 minutes after the order was placed, he pressed the dooorbell that was framed by a delicate wooden ornament. A young man in his twenties opened the door with a frown and stood stock still when he saw Danny's uniform. He accepted the boxes with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth several times.

"Thank you for your order with Antonio's. Your total is $385.54," - Danny smiled politely, ignoring the man's minor existential crisis. The guy weakly thrust five hundered-dollar bills into his hands and managed to mumble a 'keep the change' before closing the front door. Danny giggled quitely. He looked like he saw a ghost!

Danny grinned, carefully putting his money away. He had done the timestream trick a couple of times already, hoping that Clockwork would get annoyed and contact him directly to give a lecture on not messing with Time for frivolous reasons. He was happy with his vacation, but he was really curious how it happened, and he bet that his mentor was at least partially responsible. So far, there had been no response from the Time Ghost. Maybe if he did it more often, his mentor would finally decide to show his face. For now, it was a source of great entertainment to him.

He arrived at the pizzeria just in time for Mr. Ricci's lunch and sat across from him at the same table. He dropped his transformation, intangibility, and invisibility, making his boss jump and swear loudly at his sudden appearance. Danny laughed at the fierce frown on Mr. Ricci's face.

"That was fun, boss. We should do it again"

"What, scare me half to death?"

Danny's smile widened. He knew his fangs would be visible like this, but for some reason he didn't feel the usual panic at showing them to someone.

"I can probably do that, too."

Was this supposed to have Danny interacting with an actual DC character? Sorry, he is too busy relaxing on his fun vacation doing regular teenage things like working at a pizzeria and traumatising his boss.

Inside of every halfa there are two wolves - one tries to pretend he can keep his powers secret, the other is ready to adopt a man he has known for a couple of weeks and wants to tell him all the secrets of the universe.

Don't worry, we will have some familiar faces in the next part, which is mostly written, so I will try to post it tomorrow.

Credit for the ghostly dividers to @racingairplanes. Thank you!

Taglist 🥹🥹: @i-am-the-asian-persuasion, @spoopyspoony, @someonebored0100, @justwannabecat, @markus209, @starscreamlover, @chaoticmistake, @ectoplasm024, @theamazingfox, @midnightenigma, @kyrianclawraith, @8-29pm, @jesus-camp-the-sequel, @redhoneysugarorange, @may-rbi, @aconitewolfsbane, @thegatorsgoose. Hope I got everyone! You guys are so sweet <3

DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost

This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:

Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.

If only Danny cared about their feelings.

Part 1.

Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.

Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.

Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.

The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.

As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.

'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'

Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.

Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.

The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.

He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.

A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.

Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.

Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.

He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.

He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.

------------------------

It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.

While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.

Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.

He didn't have to do anything!

There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.

Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.

He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.

He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant. 

Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.

He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.

So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.

He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.

Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?

He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.

[bookishdiplodocus]

Writing doesn’t have to be realistic... But.

I’m serious. It doesn’t. Go ahead. Your characters can find true love in just a second. They can knock down a thousand henchmen before reaching the Big Boss. They can wield unlimited powers. They can turn out the be The One.

Is it unrealistic? Probably. Is it fun? Yes.

It’s fiction. It doesn’t need to be realistic.

But.

Writing doesn’t have to be realistic, but it needs to be consistent.

Realistic = compared to the rules of the reality outside your story, the reality you and I live in (most of the time).

Consistent = compared to the rules of the reality inside your story.

What I mean when I use the word “rules”

I don’t mean “You’re not supposed to do X in this society.” I mean rules that describe reality, not prescribe it. Rules that are as inescapably tied to your story’s reality as gravity is tied to ours.

Examples:

Why do we accept that Disney princesses live happily ever after with someone they just met? It may be unrealistic, but it’s consistent.

Why do we accept that one set of superheroes in one universe can wield unlimited powers without facing consequences (Superman etc.) and another set of superheroes can’t (The Incredibles)? Because the writers of each universe have made it clear to us that these are the rules.

“But, Bookish Diplodocus… My character is The One!”

“My character is the One who breaks all the rules nobody ever thought could be broken.”

“I’m not breaking the rules, my character is an exception to the rules!”

“Their arrival has been foretold by Legends! They are Special!”

That may very well be. I enjoy reading the The One trope just as much as the next person. But just know that if you break your own rules, your reader may feel cheated.

So you need to do it well.

If you have established certain rules and you create an exception, you have to make it believable that the rule has an exception.

A well-executed exception

Well, take The Matrix for example. (Spoilers ahead, obviously.)

Neo is the exception. What is the rule? The rule isn’t that the Matrix exists. All the rebels know that. The rule is that no-one can manipulate reality. Jesus. Obviously no-one can manipulate reality. Do you take us for idiots? And then one guy shows up who can.

Why do we accept the existence of this one individual? Along with Neo, we are gradually led to realize it. Trinity believes he is the One. But what does she know anyway? Morpheus believes it too. Morpheus, as a mentor figure, has more authority, so we start to believe it. Neo doesn’t, not entirely, not yet. And then we start to see it, slowly, with ups and downs. There is a training session, a breakthrough moment, a failure, people around him start to doubt, but some keep faith. The Oracle says Neo may become the One, but isn’t the One yet. It’s only during the finale of the movie that Neo truly becomes the One.

The character arc from Thomas Andersen to Neo to the One is the whole story arc of the movie. It’s done slowly and well-executed.

A badly executed exception

I’m gonna make one up, because I’m a kind person, I don’t want to drag other people down. But we’ve all read books with heroes like the one I’m going to describe.

The hero is a teen or just a regular guy. Nothing special. They come into their powers, or start training, or… Within a few months/years/chapters they surpass the level of their mentor/teacher/champion/authority figure, who’s been doing this for at least 112 years. No need to think this is weird, reader. This character is the One, remember? I showed you the Legend that foretells his arrival in chapter 2.

While the character arc in the Matrix is done slowly, this fictitious bad example is done within the scope of a few chapters. Quickly level-up the character, so that we can get to “the real story”. And that’s the mistake.

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[works-of-fanfiction]

Harmless Fun - Graham Coxon x Reader

Summary: Graham agrees to a date at the funfair with the reader. (I imagined 2020/21 Graham whilst writing this, but you can view him however you like.)

Requested by: Anon - who wanted to see an older introverted Graham with an extroverted reader - I put a little spin on this with Graham coming out of his shell more throughout. I hope I did the idea justice!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.8k

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Among the extravagant rides, flashing lights and hundreds of people, Graham and I seem so small. We link arms as we walk into the funfair, exchanging a couple pounds each for fluorescent orange paper wristbands and glow-in-the-dark hand stamps shaped like goldfish. Graham’s smudges across his knuckles a little and we both make fun of the distorted icon on his skin. “That’s a very chubby goldfish.” I giggle, tracing the outline of it with my finger then comparing it to my own.

“No, yours is just starving. Look!” Graham points at my stamp, rubbing his finger over it to try and smudge it. It doesn’t budge and I laugh mockingly before tugging on his hand to drag him further down the gravelled entryway.

We reach a red arch covered in bright lights, mimicking a stereotypical dressing room mirror, like the kind you’d see in a movie. Graham and I spend the next couple of minutes dodging couples and families taking photos, the repetitive sounds of phone cameras clicking and flashes going off. Coming to a halt, I pull Graham to the side and grab my film camera from my tote bag. I wiggle it in front of his face, donning the classic puppy dog eyes to try and get my way. “Y/N…” He starts, taking the camera from my hand. “There’s so many people here. We can take a photo inside.”

“But this is such a nice spot! It’s so bright and sparkly. It’ll make such a pretty picture, Gra.” I beg, batting my eyelashes like a spoilt toddler. He sighs, winding up the camera and holding down the flash button until it lights up. I clap my hands together happily, giving him a quick side-hug before shuffling to the middle of the arch. “Ask him to take the photo.” I whisper, gesturing towards a man stood nearby. Graham shakes his head, holding the camera up to his face.

“Let me take one of you.”

“You’re just making excuses not to be in the picture!” I whine, my hands on my hips as I stare into the lens. Graham unexpectedly presses the button, the flash catching me off guard. “Hey! I wasn’t ready.”

“But you were posing.” He teases, winding the camera again. I shake my head, laughing as I link arms with him and lead him away.

“You still owe me a photo later.” I huff, grabbing the camera and tucking it back into my bag.

Graham chuckles, giving me a kiss on the temple and whispering in my ear, “I win.” I playfully slap his chest and he gasps, pretending it hurts. “Don’t hit the old man.”

“You’re not an old man!” I protest, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He smiles, unlinking our arms to wrap his around my shoulder. He pulls me close and I settle into his side so perfectly, it’s almost like I was made specifically to be there. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” I say quietly, my arm lazily slung around his back, holding onto his denim jacket.

“Well, you were very persuasive.” He taunts, prodding me in the upper arm and earning himself another slap to the chest.

“Graham! Don’t say that in public.”

“Say what?”

“That! People will hear you.”

“Oh, they don’t know what I’m talking about.” He teases, leaning down to kiss my head. “You always know how to get your own way with me.” His hand slides further up my arm and onto my shoulder, gently massaging it. My eyes flutter closed involuntarily and Graham hums, the sound so smug it snaps me out of my daydream. He knows exactly what that damn shoulder thing does to me. I bat his hand away and point to the carousel which is the first ride we come across.

“You were saying something about me getting my own way?” I slip from his grasp and run to get in line.

“Y/N! The carousel… really?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

Graham looks around, clearly worried or bothered about something. I leave the line before anybody joins behind me and go back over to him. “What’s wrong?” I ask, hands resting on either side of his arms.

“I’m just - I don’t know. We’ll stick out like a pair of sore thumbs on there.” He scratches his head, looking past me at the people climbing onto the brightly painted horses.

“Who cares?” I whisper, leaning closer to him and pressing a light kiss to his nose, before rubbing my nose against his. His glasses graze my face and I pull away, swiping his lenses with my sleeve to make sure I don’t leave any smudges behind. “Shall we?” I ask, holding out my hand to him.

He’s quiet for a moment, giving the carousel one last look before his eyes come back to meet mine. I smile hopefully, my hand still flat awaiting his to connect with it. He sighs and takes my hand, pushing his glasses up onto his nose with the other. “Alright. But I’m having that grey horse there.”

Graham’s horse is on the left, closer to the centre of the ride. I take the white horse beside him and hold onto the gold pole with one hand, the other still in Graham’s. He looks at me and smiles shyly as the ride begins to start, a corny rendition of ABBA’s ‘Mamma Mia’ playing on what sounds like an organ. We both roll our eyes and I listen out for the chorus, joining in with it. Graham bows his head, laughing quietly as I sing the lyrics at the top of my lungs, bopping from side to side and nodding my head to the music. “Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia! Now I really know - my my, I should not have let you go!” I sing, letting go of the ride to pretend I have a microphone in my hand. Graham leans over and grabs my wrist, pressing my hand back onto the pole.

“Hold on!” He shouts over the music and my tone deaf singing. I flash him an apologetic smile, cheekily blowing him a kiss and carrying on with the song. As the tune fades to an end, so does the ride. He jumps down from his horse and helps me off of mine. We head down the stairs and stand beside the ride control box where Graham stops to fix my hair, moving a piece out of my face and smoothing the rest with his palms. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Very much so!” I grin, staring up at Graham whose face is lit up by the carousel. His eyes catch the light and I can’t help but smile at just how beautiful he looks. The slight salt and pepper colour of his hair is more visible and I reach my hand up to run it through his fringe. “You’re so pretty, Graham.”

“Pretty?”

“That’s what I said.”

His gaze struggles to meet mine and I can’t help the giggle that passes through my lips. “Look at you getting all embarrassed! Is that a blush I see on your cheeks?” I tease, poking his cheek with my finger.

“Stop it…” He says, his voice small and unbelievably adorable. I wrap my arms around him to give him a hug, resting my cheek against his chest. He hugs me back, his chin resting on my head as we slowly sway under the lights. “Are you hungry?” He finally asks and I nod.

We head over to the food stalls and I find a bench, grabbing my scarf from my bag and laying it across the seat before sitting down. Graham stands, looking at the different options. “What do you fancy?” He asks, leaning down and holding onto my shoulders, his face hovering next to mine as I read the banner of each stall.

“I’ll just have some fries. Can we get donuts later?”

“Of course we can get donuts later.” He plants a kiss on my cheek and heads over to get the food, leaving me to save our seats. Taking the camera from my bag, I sneakily snap a picture of Graham as he waits for our orders. His attention is focused on something in the distance so he doesn’t notice the three clicks of the camera flash. One photo is never enough when it comes to Graham. Even if I filled a thousand albums with pictures of him, I’d still want to make it a thousand and one.

He’s back in no time with an extra large tray of fries and a bunch of sauce packets in his hand. He dumps the sauces on the table, putting down the food and untucking two cans of lemonade from under his arm. “I didn’t know if you’d want ketchup or mustard so I just got both.” He shrugs, sliding onto the bench beside me and tearing open a sachet of ketchup. He makes a space on the tray and empties the sauce out, wasting no time and tucking into the fries. I do the same but with mustard, and we assume a comfortable silence as we eat. The action continues around us as various songs play at each ride, all muddling into one and mixing with people’s squeals and screams. The scent of different foods surrounds us and almost tempts me into trying more, but I resist. We clean the tray of fries pretty quickly and decide to walk around, cans of lemonade still in hand as we explore the fairground more.

We spend the next twenty minutes making conversation about everything we spot around the fair. There’s stalls of handmade crafts and gifts which is something neither of us have ever seen before at an event like this. I marvel at the array of trinkets and lovingly crafted items, pointing things out to Graham that I think he might like. I come across a watercolour painting of a man playing the guitar, his silhouette illuminated by the night’s sky as he perches on the edge of a dock like a fisherman. The detail in the picture is spectacular, every brush stroke purposeful in making the painting perfect. I scuttle to Graham who’s a couple of stalls over and bring him over to show him the painting. I watch as his eyes light up like headlights in the snow, and we both look at each other with beaming smiles on our faces. No words need to be exchanged for us to combine some money and buy the picture. The artist carefully wraps the canvas in tissue paper before tucking it into a stiff cardboard box. I thank her and she thanks us right back for supporting her work. We look at a few other things before continuing on our walk.

“This’ll look great in your studio, Graham.” I enthuse, holding tightly onto the box. “Although I do wish you would’ve let me buy it for you.”

“It’s not just my painting, it’s ours.” He states simply, taking my hand and bringing it to his face to kiss the back of my knuckles. A rush of heat spikes up my neck and onto my cheeks, and my gaze falls to the ground like a lovesick rom-com character.

As we walk, Graham gets onto the topic of fairground mini games and how they’re rigged to make more money and have barely any winners. It’s hard not to laugh at his rambling, and I tease him for being so uptight about it. “I’m not uptight! It’s the truth!”

“It’s for kids, Graham.”

“Exactly! Which is why it shouldn’t be such a scam. It’s not fair for kids to keep losing.” As he speaks, I spot a Hook-A-Duck game and grab his arm to stop him. He notices the stall and frowns, his expression the complete opposite of the ear-to-ear grin taking over my face.

“Go on, Gra! Have a go!” I chime, wrapping my arms around his left arm like a koala bear attached to a tree. “That stuffed panda up there looks like he needs a home.”

“That stuffed panda is too big to be a real prize, Y/N. You’ll be lucky if I win that plastic snake down there.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

I pull him towards the game, handing money to the woman at the counter. She hands me the rod and I turn to Graham, thrusting it into his grasp. “You weren’t kidding.” He says, reluctantly taking it.

“Nope!”

He aims the hook towards the brightest yellow duck in the middle of the water. His grip is a little shaky and he misses the first couple of tries, but he eventually gets it. The worker grabs the duck and turns it over to show a big black star on the bottom of it. Graham drops the rod and looks at me, embarrassment covering his face as the large stuffed panda bear is brought down from the top shelf and handed over to us. “Congratulations! You found the grand prize duck.” The worker cheers, pushing the bear towards Graham. He awkwardly thanks her, picking up the oversized plush toy and carrying it over to the nearest bench.

I can’t contain my laughter as he stares at the bear, one hand on his hip and the other scratching his head. “Well, this is ridiculous.”

“He’s cute!” I squeal, sitting down and cuddling the panda close. “I’m going to name him Leslie.”

“Very funny.” Graham quips, trying hard not to smile but I can see the smirk beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth. I give the teddy bear another big squeeze, encouraging the smile to finally surface on Graham’s more than perfect face. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Who? Me or the bear?” I raise my eyebrows and he moves closer to me, bending down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. I grab him by his jacket and pull him closer, causing him to stumble a little and almost fall on top of me. He steadies his feet, kissing me again, his hand cupping my cheek. For a second it feels like we’re the only people there, until the screams of those on the dodgems pull us out of our private moment. We both jump at the sound, Graham’s cheeks turning slightly pink before he buries his face in my neck.

“Look at us snogging at the fair like a pair of teenagers.” He mumbles, his hair tickling my skin as he talks. I find his shoulders and push him to stand up straight, standing with him.

“Oh, let them stare! I’m not embarrassed and neither should you be.” I encourage, embracing him in a hug and fluttering kisses along his jaw. He squirms a little and complains about being ticklish, moving his head around to try and dodge me. He slips away and grabs the panda bear, throwing it onto his shoulders like a parent carrying their child, or a festival-goer balancing their drunken friend. I laugh, tossing our empty cans into the bin before linking my arm with his once again.

With a giant stuffed bear in tow, it becomes increasingly more difficult to get on rides and find somewhere safe to leave it. We settle on the ferris wheel, sitting beside one another with the panda facing us. Graham stays close, his arm wrapped tightly around me as we go up into the air and look down on the view of the funfair as well as the city around us. “Sorry we didn’t get to do much. Bloody stupid bear.” Graham scoffs, gesturing to the mountain of stuffing and fake fur occupying the opposite seat.

“I don’t mind. I’ve had a lovely time.” I rest my head on his shoulder, reaching over to hold his hand. His fingers entwine with mine, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of my hand as we listen to the faint sounds of the music below us. “I’m really glad we agreed to do date nights more regularly.”

“Me too, but I’m planning the next one. Preferably somewhere with fewer screaming people.”

“Here’s me thinking you enjoyed the company of overexcited strangers.” I joke, nuzzling my nose into his neck and inhaling the addictive scent of his cologne. He rubs his cheek against my head like a cat showing affection.

“I’d enjoy having you to myself much more.”

“Then it’s a date.” I giggle, kissing his cheek and feeling his short stubble tickle my upper lip. He turns his head for his lips to meet mine, kissing me as we both mumble “I love you”s against one another’s mouths.

Graham is the first to pull away, slouching in his seat and slipping his hand into my bag. He pulls out the camera and smiles at me. “How about we take that photo together now?”

[tommydarlings]

Jarley Quinn ↬ t.h

A/N: Wow, one of the longest things i ever wrote! got this idea after i watched the joker and Harley Quinn birds of prey and i thought it would be nice to write it... I hope this doesn´t flop, sorry if it´s crap. anyway, enjoy! :) ily,liz <3 

pairing: Tom Holland x reader 

warnings: violent actions, mentions of nearly blowjob?, swearing

w/c: 1.8k 

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Your win an Oscar for your amazing role as Harley Quinn´s and Joker´s daughter, but you didn´t knew that Tom Holland aka your role model would be there too. 

this handwriting = actions and dialogues in the movie

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„Guys, i think that i´m gonna pass out“ Tom said as they all took their seats in the huge hall.

„Calm down Tom, it´s okay, your gonna win this“ Harry told his brother.

Today was the day.  Today were the oscars. And Tom got nominated for the best leading role in an action / psycho / R rated movie. Cherry.

And the best thing is, when he should win the oscar, then their gonna show cherry on a huge screen in the hall. That´s sick.

Leonarde Dicaprio, Jennifer Lawrence and a lot of other amazing and unbelievable good actors are gonna see his movie then. Sounds like a dream to him.

„Thomas, son, it´s fine, we all believe in you! Your performance in Cherry was amazing and even the Russo Brothers said that it was an oscar worthy performance! Find someone to beat that!“ His mother, Nikki, said to her son with a small laugh.

Just when Tom wanted to answer, the Russo brothers came and both sat down next to Tom.

„Hello, guys!“ Anthony said.

„Hello, how are you?“ Dominic asked them.

„Were good, and excited“ Joe told Dom.

„And i´m fucking nervous“ Tom whisperd.

„Hey, hey, it´s okay to be nervous. Your gonna win this, your gonna rock your speech and in the end everyone will clap for your performance after they all saw the movie!“ Anthony told tom.

Tom could only nod before a man came on the stage and started to talk,

„Hello Ladies and Gentleman! I hope you all feel well and excited!“

The man went on with his speech and after about 15 minutes talking about some random stuff, he finally said the words that the entire hall craved for.

„And now i´m gonna announce the winner for the oscar in the category action / psycho / R rated movie…“

Tom was shaking, Nikki and dominic prayed for their son and Tom´s brothers tried to calm him down a little bit.

„Calm down“ Joe whisperd to Tom.

„I c-can´t“ he stuttered quietly.

The whole hall was so silent, it was creepy.

„Y/N Y/L/N!“ the man on the stage said into the micro.

Tom had his head hung low after his name wasn´t said.

Everyone started to clap, but when they saw who came on the stage, everyone looked very confused.

„What the-„ Tom said.

A young women, maybe about 21 – 22 years came on the stage with a beautiful suit on her body.

 „Hold on, is this the wrong catergory?“ Tom said.

„No, it´s the action / psycho / R rated movie category“ Anthony answerd.

„How can she-„ before Tom could finish his sentence, you started to speak,

„Hello Ladies and Gentleman, omg i can´t belive this, sorry, I won´t steal your time, i just want to thank the cast of this amazing movie and my family and friends who support me since we started filming this masterpiece. Thank you so much and enjoy the rest of the night, love you“ you finished.

„And now, let´s watch the amazing movie of the oscar winner! Jarley Quinn!“ the man said with a huge grin into the mic.

„Jarley Quinn? Isn´t it Joker?“ Harry said.

„Or Harley Quinn?“ Sam said.

„Boys, let´s just watch it“ Nikki told her son´s.

They said a quick and quiet ´okay, sorry´ before the movie began.

Jarley Quinn was written in thick and big letters on the screen, then you appeared onto the huge screen.

You stood infront of a mirror and looked at your reflection in the mirror infront of you. You took each side of your mouth with your fingers and spread them into a big smile before you let me fall and started to cry, tears were running down your cheeks as you still looked into the mirror where you could saw your painted face and green dyed hair. You always painted yourself just like your father and mother did. And the hair were another thing you got from your father. It was funny and interesting.

After this little opening, you went to two graves with the names Joker and Harley Quinn written on them.

„So that are her parents“ Tom whisperd to himself.

„Obviosly“ Harry huffed.

„I´m so sorry mamma and daddy, i´m gonna make you proud and i´m gonna make the entire world remember your name, and my name i swear“ you said.

And then, then the scenes came where everyone understood why you got the oscar in the first place. Even the Russo brothers were impressed.

„Fuck“ you whisperd to yourself as you saw that you need money for the pills you were fucking addicted to. You don´t even need all these pills, but you basically craved them with passion.

„Not again, please not fucking again“ you yelled through your apartment as you tried to find some money anywhere in the living room or kitchen. You even looked in the bathroom.

„Well, i don´t have another option, so“ you said to yourself in a slightly bitchy way.

You grapped your weapon and put it into your weapon holder that was covered up by your red suit jacked from your father.

Just a few minutes later you stood with a bag full of money, a weapon in your other Hand and huge smile on your face that is covered in the iconic Joker makeup in the middle of the bank while every single person around was on their knees and begged for their lifes.

„I won´t hurt anyone, i swear okay? I just wanted the money, but before i leave, i would like to say something, of course if i´m allowed to“ you said.

The bank women nodded quickly with her head before you said your last sentence,

„You look so good on your knees, just like i did yesterday“ you said with an amused laugh before you shot the person that was kneeling infront of you right between their eyes.

You laughed hysterically while you ran out of the bank with the bag and your beautiful weapon.

„Oh m-my g-good“ Nikki whisperd to herself with an shooked expression on her face.

„I mean, that was sick, but it was good“ Anthony said.

„That´s right“ Joe agreed.

„How has she done that with so much ease?!“ Tom whisper – screamed at himself.

After you swallowed your pills, you decieded to go into the club and have a good time, well at least you wanted to have a good time.

The second you stepped into the club, people went silent and didn´t dared to move. But you didn´t liked it.

„What? C´mon, go ahead with your talking about whatever you were talking about! I won´t stop you!“ you laughed.

You really weren´t here to stop anyone, so you just orderd a drink and looked through the club. You stopped your gaze at one specific couch in the corner of the club, a man, trying to rape a poor little young girl.

„Let´s have some fun“ you whisperd to yourself before you took a huge sip from your martini and walked to the scene.

„Can i help you?“ The man asked as he saw you standing infront of him while he held the poor girl in a tight grip on his lap.

„No, but can i help you, little girl?“

„N-no“ she stuttered.

„Okay“ you shrugged before you walked away.

Hold on, let me correct, about to walk away.

You punched him with your fist right on his nose.

„Ow! What the f-„ before he could finish his sentence, you grapped your weapon and hit his temple with it.

He fell unconscious onto the floor and you laughed again in a quiet creppy way before the girl ran into your arms.

„Woah, woah,woah, i only saved you from getting raped, not more“ you said.

„You saved my life, thank you“ the girl said.

„No, i saved your virginity“ you said before you removed yourself from her grip and went to the exit. Before you could exit the loud and sweaty club, a young but confidence looking men grapped your wrist.

„Hello beauty“ he growled.

„Hello, with what can i help you mister?“ you said with a smile on your face that was still full of the iconic makeup of your father.

„How about you help me with the little problem down there“ he said as he looked down to his own…crotch.

„Of course! Your house?“ you answerd with a little smirk.

„Mine“ he said before he dragged you into a car.

Just a few moments later, you were on your knees right infront of his naked figure while he sat comfortably on the couch.

„You gonna be daddy´s good girl?“ the man growled quietly.

You nodded with your head before you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue.

„Good“ he whisperd before he put his hand on the back of your head and directed your mouth to his dick.

But before he could get what he wanted, you pulled your dagger out from your dress pants and stabbed him in his… dick.

„Ohhhhh shit“ Tom hissed while he lightly held his crotch with his hands.

„Fuuuuuck, i know this isn´t real, but that fucking hurt“ Harry said.

„Okay, wow“ Anthony whisperd.

„OW FUCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT!“ the man yelled in pain.

You just started to laugh hysterically again and grapped your lighter, plus a tiny Matchstick from the pocket of your suit jacket.

„Hold on, wha- what the fuck a-are y-you doing, NO AHHH-!“ the man yelled before you lit the matchstick with fire and threw it on his naked body.

You still didn´t stopped laughing in this creppy and loud way as you walked out of the house with a cigarette between your red painted lips.

The next few scenes were violent, brutal, sexual and absolutely disgusting, but at the same time… definitely oscar worthy.

„Okay, that was unbelievable“ Harry said as the credits started to roll.

„You right, that was a true masterpiece“ Sam said with a tiny laugh.

„It w-was really g-good, yeah“ Tom said quietly.

After the movie ended, you got a lot of praises for your performance. Finally, The hollands and the russo brother´s found you and walked to you.

„That was amazing Miss Y/n!“ Anthony said.

„Oh please call me y/n, and thank you“

„Yeah, it was great“ Tom said quietly.

„Thank you so much- hold on, you are Nico walker from cherry right?“ you asked Tom.

„Yeah, you saw it?“ he asked.

„Of course! It was one of the best movies i ever saw!“

The two of you didn´t even noticed that Nikki, Dom, the twins, paddy and the russo brother´s already went as you went on with talking and praises.

„Would y-you maybe l-like to g-go out with me?“ Tom asked with an nervous voice.

„Of course!“ you asnwerd quickly.

„Really?!“

„Yeah, of course, i would actually love to Tommy“

The nickname melted his heart immerdiately.

„Okay, c-cool, uhm, can i have your number?“ Tom asked.

„Yes, here“

After they exchanged numbers, Tom went to his Family and the Russo brothers.

„And? How did it went?“ Harry asked with a little smirk.

„Got her number“  tom said proudly.

„No way! That´s amazing!“ Sam said.

„She is amazing“ tom said with smile.

He can´t wait to see you again.

-`ღ´- ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ -`ღ´-

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[neonun-au]

back again with more:

13, 18 (yes, again; feel free to rant about as many books as you like), 26, 32, 51, 77, 94, 104

- livvie

here we go ~

13: your favorite romance novel

i said earlier as well that i dont really read much romance generally as a genre, it doesn't do too much for me. tend to gravitate more towards books where its either a b plot or its sort of doomed to tragedy fhdskja north and south by elizabeth gaskell remains a top favourite romance, but silk by alessandro baricco is also up there ! its short and very, very lovely to read. not really tragic, and i wouldnt even really call it a romance but there is so much love in it and it is so beautifully written.

18: your least favorite book ever

okay here is another one, and it encompasses a lot of issues i have with science fiction written by the "good old boys" and lauded as masterpieces of the genres when really there is no substance to them beyond surface level, and that is stranger in a strange land by robert a. heinlein.

the worst part about this book, genuinely, is how good it could have been if heinlein didn't absolutely hate women lmao. the initial plot and the early premise of the book is so interesting, and i love a good speculative science fiction novel so i had high hopes going in, but oh my god does it ever turn on a dime about halfway through.

it was written in the 60s, so the style of sci fi is dated but that's fine. the sort of 'moon fever' of the time very much carries through and alongside that comes the undercurrents of the red scare, of course, because you absolutely cannot divide an author or their work from their influences. so that is not super fun to read, but its fine. we can get over that. in the beginning there are some philosophical ramblings, and i can very much enjoy those when they make sense with the characters and the plot and everything. and in this book they did, for about the first 2/3 of it, and then it just becomes a platform for heinlein's self-insert character essentially to preach and prosteletize about his beliefs a lot of which are incredibly sexist and misogynistic. this is not even like a...light misogyny of the times sort of thing, because i am good at divorcing those things in my brain. i can handle light subtext and generational differences in thinking.

its not that. its absolutely blatant, awful misogyny dressed up as some sort of enlightenment and i just...its just awful to read. genuinely. and there is something much more bitter about it being such an abrupt shift and immediate downfall after a fairly promising first half of a novel. so much of anything that could be good about it is just too bogged down by sexism, xenophobia, racism, and the overall awful perspectives/opinions of the author to be in any way enjoyable and it is just so unbelievably not worth a read.

(this is much less of a petty rant and again it has been a while since i read it but...here we are lol i really truly just hated it)

ill give you a little peak into why i hated the fault in our stars, too. just for some fun nitpicking. i hate the characters. they read as very try hard witty; an older man's charicature of what a "smart, unique teen" sounds like. it's incredibly pandering and the writing is bland at best. i do not enjoy john green as an author or a content creator and, while i understand why people do and why he is popular, he is never going to be for me.

26: your favourite memoir

ah, this one is going to be difficult. i feel like i have to go with the glass castle by jeannette walls because it is truly just so remarkable, both as a book and as a story. i would also put brain on fire: my month of madness by susannah cahalan because its just so absolutely wild and entrancing.

32: your favourite nonfiction novel

the one that i think about the most, consistently, after reading it almost two years ago is the teachings of don juan: a yaqui way of knowledge by carlos castaneda. the legitimacy of the book has been under question for many, many years, but regardless of if it is fact or fiction in the end, there is a lot of insight to be gleaned from it. another one i have incredibly fond feelings towards is quiet: the power of introverts in a world that can't stop talking by susan cain.

51: a book that you found underwhelming

the girls by emma cline. cults, 1960s. it had a lot of promise but it just sort of fell...flat.

77: a book so useless that you could use it as a coaster

ooo mean i love it lol. strength in stillness: the power of transcendental meditation by bob roth. its a 200+ page brochure for a company that charges you $2000+ to "learn" how to meditate. its absolutely a waste of time, it only got on new york times bestseller list because its backed by celebrities who have paid this sum to "learn" how to meditate. its a sales pitch. absolutely useless.

94: a book about grieving

norwegian wood by haruki murakami. its difficult in the same way that it is fantastic

104: a fluffy, sweet read

ummmmmm fdjksahfdsakj lemme see if i can dig anything up, this usually is not my vibe for books HAHA (barely even for fics tbh fjdsak)

its not really like...a fluffy, sweet book per se, but love letters of great men by ursula doyle is a very fun read. just a collection of love letters sent by a smattering of different famous men throughout history. sometimes hilarious, sometimes a little cringey, sometimes exceptionally sweet. but always short and light and easy to read.

[mauesartetc]

I want to talk how to write a story about a teen and their reaction when they know that their parents are getting a divorce offer one of them cheats with the other.

If you ever want Netflix original show “ Big Mouth” then you would know that Jessie one of the main characters who is a 13 year old girl. Who is dealing with the issues of her parents getting a divorce after her mother cheated with her on her husband with a woman. Now Jessie after finding this naturally didn’t want any form of contact with her. Their is a seen you can look it on YouTube call ( Jessie and her mom argue) this seen give a perfect example how most kids around Jessie age feel once their parents have on affair.

The reason why I bring this because I want to talk about Stolas and Octavia relationship during the Affair. Now when I first watch episode 2 I thought it was cute how Stolas and his daughter make amends but then rewatch it. It felt and rushed and so unbelievable when I saw Octavia cry and runaway it felt more like a girl cry because he daddy is hurting her feelings not she scared that he will leave her . But no all we got was that and a quick amends and guess what because of that Stolas didn’t painful change not one small bit. He still have if sex with blitz in his house when his daughter live, he still doing inappropriate this in front of her in front of his wife. By reading a 50shades of gray book in the dinner table. Here what I would done.

( lest take place to the fun house where Stolas see his daughter cry he seat down with her in one of the rides.

S; Octavia what rung, I thought you would like being here?

O; Of course you thought of that, munch like you thought mom would be happy if you cheated on her, much like you thought I like seeing you sexually flirting with that big dick Blitzy of your. Why do you keep do this?

S; I-I don’t know what you me-

O; I Mean why are you a selfish ashole dad, you never think of anyone but you dame self so why. You are supposed to be the adult Yet you make excuses to like a child. So why?

S; I don’ mean to do it on porpoise you see your mother and I , she always been, I never, we wouldn’t really, I’m sorry I just can’t put it in words.

O; * she give Stolas a glare and looks away* I just want to go back home but home doesn’t feel like home you ruin it.

Stolas tries to hug his daughter, but she push him away get off the ride and started walking away from him. Stolas tries to keep up with her and tries to explain, but she keeps on walking further away from him and tries to know lesson to her dad’s reasoning. representing the audience that Stolas actions it pushing the people away of him.

They finally gotten to the exit side to side from each other one feeling angry and the other sad.

S; * turn his head to her* I’m truly Am sorry my little star fire.

O; * turn her head away from him* yay like you always are. )

Boom way munch more better and more relatable because we all have gotten mad to are parents once they have an affair. I should know my dad cheated on my mom and I haven’t forgiven him for quite a while. I wasn’t like Octavia who just for give and for get because “ I love daddy”, I was more like Jessie just straight up angry and upset that he was willing to that to his family.

I writers are overly focusing Stolas to look good and but not act good and their a huge difference between those two just for everyone know but nope the fandom see Stolas as a cute, loving, gay, sexual, father, how love his daughter physically and “ emotionally”.

I don’t know anyone with only four episodes left I hope they change that but that’s my opinion let me know what you think. Thank you and have a nice day.

Yeah that feels like a more realistic scene, and you summed up the Stolas situation perfectly. He looks good but doesn't act good, and his fans just... ignore that. BECAUSE HE'S JUST SO CUTE AND GAY UWU!!!! Like... no. He's an awful person. And judging by how little Stolas cares for anyone's feelings but his own, it's only a matter of time before he cheats on Blitzo.*

*Or at least it would be if these writers knew how to portray authentic relationships and motivations.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

The Princess movie review

Last night I watching The Princess on Hulu. This thing is a work of art!

I know it looks ridiculous (watch the trailer), but hear me out.

It starts with combat and that goes on through the entire film. The first bit is more aggressive and intense, then a short pause, more combat, a slightly longer pause. This tension to lax then tension to lax is like breathing. It gives your mind and body time to recover, then back you go again. Films with tension and no lax more or less numb you to what you’re seeing. It’s one of the primary reasons the latest Dune film was so terrible. It had nothing but tension and no time for pause and recovery. The viewer became numb and then bored.

With tension and lax, especially in combat films, your mind and body begin to sympathize with the fighter, in this case it’s the princess. You experience with her, breathe with her, and in a way you feel the exhaustion.

I also love that they did make her exhausted and tired. It’s more believable. The fact this film aimed at believable rather than realistic is also a key reason why it’s so good. Too often this historical fiction films try to be realistic, but that makes for a stiff story. This one? They don’t even mention the country.

Oh, and there are lots of POC. I’ve never seen so many people represented in a film like this. I think they make up a solid half of the good guys whereas all the antagonists, from the main to the support, are all white men. Except for the main antagonists mistress/second-in-command; she’s a white woman (though her eye makeup makes her slightly ambiguous). Not a single country is mentioned, but you see the influence throughout the film.

The writing is great IMHO. I know many people with pick at it because they would rather see this film as unbelievable because women are leading it. The princess is combat trained, both in hand-to-hand and swords. Her best friend also trained her and is a woman. The fighting favors how a woman’s body moves, where the balance is, and looks like it was choreographed with that in mind. That’s what makes it BELIEVABLE. Realistic was tossed out the window because the boundaries are too stiff and give little room for play.

I love the costumes!!! I know some people who are very much into historical accuracy when it comes to costumes. Personally, I don’t know much about that. This film looks like it has a bit from a variety of cultures, historical eras, and went for fun rather than nailing this in any historical era. Again, no country is mentioned. No reference to any particular era. The best’s friend’s costume is practical, the princess is in her wedding dress and it’s gradually torn and ripped and barely resembles itself by the end of the film. To me, that wedding dress and the shedding of layers is a display of the princess becoming herself. She starts as what she’s supposed to be and ends at who she really is. That’s a masterful effect. She starts by tear her skirts, shortening them and making it easier to maneuver and fight. She tears off the sleeves later, revealing strength rather than softness. Her dress becomes bloodstained and filthy from fighting, showing she’s not afraid to get dirty and proper can fuck right off. She removes her slippers and dons a pair of leather boots and a belt for her sword. Her hair was already pulled back and out of her face for her wedding, but that gets mess as well. The pins holding it back become weapons as well, and it’s one of the first things she does. All the pretty braids are now a matted filthy mess.

Not once does she display shame.

She openly cries, but keeps in under tight control and doesn’t let is overwhelm her. This is, IMHO, a display of emotions not being a weakness, which is so often what people are taught, namely boys and men. She’s strong, fights, doesn’t stop except to breathe and rest, and still cries. She cries from despair, anger, frustration, loss, and fear. But they don’t overwhelm her. This is AWESOME!!!

Plus, the film is a lot of fun. I could watch it over and over again and not become bored.

The gore in this film is minimal. The worst you see is blood. No guts, bones, loss of limbs. Just blood from wounds. It’s also not extreme but kept BELIEVABLE. Too often we see films where people bleed overly much from their wounds, like they have some blood disorder. I have a friend who works as a doctor in the ER and hates nearly ever film that has combat in it. The bleeding is rarely realistic and far from believable.

I hope you check out the film and consider watching it.

[honeytea8]

Hey, first a small reminder: your blog makes me happy! UwU Then, I really need Passione gang and s/o, that has a stand with only one purpose: Chaos! The more, the better. Like, summon it and get ready for some rubber chickens rain, screaming tornadoes, triple raibows, etc. And, since Stand represents user's soul, meet the same chaotic good personality, that's always makes stuff, that leaves you only one question: why?

I’m so glad this blog makes you happy 🥺🥺 that’s so encouraging to hear! Also, I had a blast writing this request. Like, oh my goodness, how fun would it be to have this stand! 💗🤣

Bruno Bucciarati

Is fully aware of how you can get and thinks your chaotic good personality is a great addition to the team (for the most part lol)

Your stand will definitely catch him off guard at first but Bucciarati is a quick thinker

I think he’ll be able to manage his way through even the craziest stunts your stand may pull

Will trust you to make the right decisions and know your limits so that you don’t cause yourself harm

When your stand does something unbelievable, he’ll say something like “That is one hell of a stand y/n, you never cease to amaze me.”

Quite proud of you actually; wishes he had been a bit of a renegade like you early on in his mafia career.

Narancia Ghirga

YO! This guy lights your FUSE!

Narancia will constantly try to get you to use your stand at inappropriate times just to see what’ll happen. You guys turn it into a game and it’s hell for everyone around.

What will happen next? Will the sky turn purple? What about a lunar eclipse? Or zero gravity in the middle of the city?

The possibilities are endless, and Narancia has made it his personal goal to find them all!

He’ll be like, “Y/n, I’m so boreeeed! Let’s play a game 😈”

With a stand that unpredictable, let’s just say the gang is in for a bit of a surprise when you and Narancia get hit with a burst of inspiration for more half-baked experiments.

Don Giorno Giovanna

Has no clue what to think at first when your stand causes a citywide blackout. But is fascinated and wants to learn more.

I can’t help but think Giorno would use your stand as trump card or like a secret weapon lmao

Like let’s be real, your stand is quite the interesting one, and it’s bound to take the enemy by surprise.

“Y/n, are you injured? Here, let me take a look.” As he pulls you to the side he’ll say something like “You did well out there, good work.” (might peck your cheek or hand)

Giorno would definitely recognize your value as a soldato, but as an s/o I think he’d be just as curious as Narancia—just not as reckless

He would never ask you to use it unless necessary but trust that he’ll be paying very close attention when you do

Pannacotta Fugo

He’s the complete opposite of Narancia, but it makes sense, given his own stand is so volatile in nature.

He won’t want to indulge in any potential chaos your stand may cause.

Fugo understands the dangers of having that kind of power, so his top priority would be your safety.

You may not like this, but he’ll be a bit stifling.

“Y/n, stay back and let the others handle it. We’ll just get in the way this time.”

Chances are, if you’re just as chaotic as your stand suggests, you won’t be listening to Fugo much (if ever) lmao

He’ll probably be left to clean up your messes depending on how grand scale the effects of your stand is.

Will pull your ear or pinch your cheek as payback for being so bullheaded, even if your intentions were good

Leone Abbacchio

You literally give him the biggest headache ever and he simply can’t be bothered with keeping track of all the crazy shit your stand does.

Those are the facts lmao

He loves you, but you tend to cause a lot of trouble for him, considering he’s the oldest of the pack on top of being your bf.

Abba is usually the only one who can reign you in.

“Oi quit fucking around y/n. Put your damn stand away before you cause another earthquake.”

He’ll probably scold you a lot if your stand interferes with the success of the mission. It’s always about the mission with this one 🙄

Not above giving you his own brand of punishment if and when you mess up.

Secretly admires your good heart that rebels against society, but still follows its own moral compass towards justice

Guido Mista

You're a handful, but you're his handful.

“Damn babe, you really made it snow in the middle of July! That’s so awesome!”

Mista is kind of your cheerleader lmao

Your stand and the Pistols get together and even more chaos ensues, mostly because Mista has even less control over his stand than you lmfao

There’s actually an unspoken rule that you and Mista don’t get paired up for missions together, somehow you two are an even worse combination than say you and Narancia

Mista will make lots of comments and compare your stand to the apocalypse, then go off on a tangent about possible theories and ways your stand could be used in the apocalypse 😂

Is cool with anything as long your stand doesn’t suddenly conjour up 4 million number fours (he’s had this nightmare before)

[adamwatchesmovies]

Kick-Ass (2010)

Kick-Ass is foul-mouthed and violent. Some might call its dark sense of humor in bad taste but it's deliberately shocking. Surprising and funny, it sets to tell a more realistic superhero story… until the end when its objective falls completely out of sight. Since its release, the film’s impact and novelty have diminished considerably but it’s worth at least one viewing.

Ordinary teenager Dave Lizewski (Aaron Johnson) decides to become a real-life superhero, calling himself “Kick-Ass”. Not particularly skilled at crime-fighting, he nonetheless becomes a viral sensation after one of his more successful heroic attempts is caught on camera. Soon after, he meets eleven-year-old Hit-Girl (Chloë Grace Moretz) and her father, Big Daddy (Nicholas Cage). Unlike him, the duo are well-equipped vigilantes with advanced weaponry and proficient hand-to-hand combat skills. Unfortunately for Kick-Ass, crime boss Frank D’Amico (Mark Strong) and his son Chris (Christopher Mintz-Plasse) think the teen is responsible for all the trouble Hit Girl and Big Daddy have caused their criminal organization.

Based on the graphic novel by Mark Millar and John Romita Jr., the film differs from it in significant ways. Most obviously, the characters in this film are likable and the ending diverges wildly - we’ll get to it in a moment. In some ways, it’s a big improvement. I sensed a deep self-loathing from the book that's all but absent in this adaptation. Even so, certain problematic or unbelievable elements remain. It’s pretty obvious that an eleven-year-old who goes around cursing and slicing off limbs at the behest of her vengeful ex-police officer of a father is funny to a certain extent but once the dust settles, it’s not heroic. Then, there’s the “chick-flick” element. Dave has more than one secret identity; he pretends to be gay to get close to his longtime crush, Katie Deauxma (Lyndsy Fonseca). That story's conclusion marks a turning point. At first, we’re introduced to a story that feels grounded in reality. The film opens with a man suffering from mental illness donning a costume and jumping off a building - to his death. When Kick-Ass hits the streets for the first time, he is beaten up, stabbed, hit by a car and sent to the hospital - not exactly a glamorous beginning. We’re told that trying to be a superhero is sure to get you killed because bad guys are not like those in the comics; they’re not going to pull their punches so readers can make it to the next issue. By the time we get to the end, all semblance of real life has disappeared, which in one way is fun because you know, it’s a movie. You want an escape from real life. In another way, it feels like a major cheat. I’m reminded of Super which did everything Kick-Ass did but even darker and more deranged. I think it’s the better film.

Despite the mixed final act, there’s a lot to enjoy in Kick-Ass. A lot of it is so shocking you can’t help but laugh. Director Matthew Vaugh, who co-writes the screenplay with Jane Goldman, makes Dave into a delightfully foul loser who is also endearing. Out loud, you cheer for him. Secretly, you also get a kick out of seeing him get beaten up and overwhelmed by this world he's jumped into. As the pre-teen vigilante, Chloë Grace Moretz will have you picking your jaw off of the floor and as her father, Nicholas Cage is terrific. There’s a lot of humanity behind his bizarre obsession with revenge and the scene where he truly, finally opens up to his daughter might be the picture’s best moment.

The action scenes are well-choreographed and satisfying - even the ones that just have Dave getting punched and beaten over and over. I criticize the ending for pulling us into a realm of pure fantasy but I must also admit that seeing all of these bad guys - who are a lot of fun to hate - get slaughtered is deeply satisfying. There is something relatable in Dave, who obviously makes a pretty lousy superhero - even his costume is lame - but decides to go for it anyway.

Since its release in 2010, we’ve gotten so many more superhero films that the satire in Kick-Ass… feels a little off. Deadpool has given us fouler, more R-rated action, we've seen dozens of “no budget” superhero films, Avengers Endgame killed Iron Man (among others) and The Batman showed us a Bruce Wayne who was full of uncertainty get his own ass kicked. Kick-Ass is less funny and less edgy than it was back then but its cult following is well-earned. Who knows? This might just be exactly the bit of vinegar your palette has been waiting for after all those candy-colored, CGI-heavy superheroics that regularly arrive on the big screen. (August 17, 2022)