#also george electrocuting himself

[m1ssunderstanding]

Let it Be Close-watch

Paul, sweety, it's beautiful, but it's killing the vibe.

Ringo looks like a very old, very tired lab rat whose been put through the maze a few too many times

Somehow the air-brown mostly eaten apple is very appropriate.

She looks far too sweet here to ever let John down. Yoko has very kind eyes.

I love how it makes it seem like Paul and John are calling Maxwell “the corny one” but really we know from Get Back that they're talking about a particular arrangement they were trying out for Don't Let me Down.

I swear he's saying “John” there, not “Joan” and also he said “came down upon His head” so… Oh! And Max died in the end in this version? “Sure that Max was dead” Okay. So Paul kills John and then himself. Murder suicide story. Yeah, Paul, you're doing great mentally, we can all tell.

I love how George getting electrocuted was important enough to make the cut for both films. Poor baby. “If this boy dies you're gonna cop it” from the guy who was just singing about a serial killer.

They're so silly

Yoko does not agree with me

Paul: stealing your man, sweetheart. John: oh no I'm being stolen teehee!

They're so silly

Oh wait, were those bitchy looks at George??? Because there he is. Idk could easily be him or Yoko.

this poor autistic baby trying to use words (not his language) to explain music (his language)

“Good MoOornin! Wooah!” I think I just … You know how Mike said people were booing Paul in the theater watching this? Yeah it's because they were pissed he didn't step out of the screen and onto their necks.

Oh Michael put himself in his own movie too? Huh, cool.

They are always in my heart

The way Paul says “get on the mic” to John??? I would've thrown something, that was so fucking bossy! Just his tone and his face and his angry pointing fingers. So mean. And John just goes “okaaay”. Oof.

Ringo covering his eyes like a little kid watching a scary movie during the orange sweater fight. Same, babe.

Sounds like the original lyric John's going for is something long “All I want is you. Nothing else is gonna do.” But that obviously didn't fit with the tune. I wonder if there was a particular conversation with Paul being controlling that made the “everything has got to be the way you want it to” line click in.

Oh my gosh! So George is showing I Me Mine to Ringo and Paul and he says the “I don't give a fuck it can go in musical” line before he even plays it. Not after John's making fun of him like he does in Get Back. Nagra reels experts: which one is correct??

George: it's a heavy waltz. Ringo:*claps hands angrily and punches the air to a ¾ beat. I love him, he's like the core of “Beatle humor” to me.

Woah there! Okay this is the John/Yoko pda Peter Jackson cut, I see. I wonder if there's a lot more footage of them swapping spit that might make the “oh John was just so in love” theory more reasonable.

It's extremely impressive that George just wrote this whole thing last night. You know? John and Paul have brought in all fragments from what I can tell. He's the only one to come in with a basically finished product.

LMAO and we're just going to Apple now. No reason. Nothing happened. Nothing to see. Moving on.

Ringo is so so cute pretending to hide from the cameras. Really he should've been the cute one.

Is it just me or does Paul drop the sillies and get sad when he sings “always be mine” at John? It's his regular voice, too, for a minute, if I'm not mistaken.

Silly cuties. But John's grin and little sexy tongue action happens the second time Paul sings always be mine, so…

What friendly artistic collaboration looks like when it's not psychosexual

Paul: have you played the dubs? George: yeah. Terrible. Paul: Great! Ringo: terrible. John: laughs Paul: (sarcastic) oh, so dreadful. …. John: where's my guitar? Paul: (still sarcastic) well we're just the greatest band ever. Idk I just like this dialogue. It's very them, you know?

This is adorable.

But I also love how they're already communicating with eyebrows, you know? They just bonded so fast and I find that beautiful.

And then Heather ups their game from taking turns going “chchchchch” into the mic to meowing into the mic. She looks at Paul like “okay your turn” and he sets her down lol he's thinking ‘if I meow into the mic right now after John already had a sex dream last night about me, he might actually cream his pants and we can't have that on camera’

Lol Billy just magically appeared!

Paul you're literally so annoying. You started the goofing off and now you're like “alright lads, that's enough.” Mkay.

He is unbelievably sexy and talented though so you know he does have those little things going for him. Someone write me a Paul/Billy fic please!!

Kinda crazy how they all four just slide straight from “Kansas City” to “Miss Ann” to “Lawdy Miss Claudy”. Makes me think of something they might've done in Hamburg.

I'm sorry but Paul finishes “please don't excite me baby. I'm down in misery.” And John's immediate answer is, “well you can get it if you want it, and if you want it you can get it!” And Paul ends up singing “I want it I want it I want it I want it”. Nice. Very subtle, boys. And that's before John gets kinky.

I love how Heather just forces a hug from George and then immediately runs away. What a cutie.

But really. How did anyone watching this get the idea that John hated Paul? Just confirmation bias I guess?

All the cut off conversations kill me but especially the one where John's working though Paul's anxieties. They're just in the middle of it and then cut. “two of us Sunday driving…”

Someone should do a study of whistling in their songs. I feel like it's another one of their tip offs that “hey this one is about us” Anyway I love John's whistling here. He's so good at it. I can just imagine him as some farm boy picking apples, you know?

Imagine booing this poor stay puppy though, like. What? I mean, what if Johann Weiner was wrong and John wasn't crying at the sight of him and Paul playing triumphant together on the rooftop, but at Paul playing his little heart out about their doomed love. Idk it's probably both. Let's be real, John was bawling through the whole thing.

What is George laughing at? Picture quality is garbage because evil corporations don't let you take screenshots of their content, but he looks like that one kid in your elementary school class that just dumped Cheetos all over his crushes desk and thinks he's a criminal mastermind.

Also I do appreciate all the attention given in the chosen shots to the musicianship. I bet they liked that at least if they had the heart to like anything about the movie at the time.

I'm sorry but I love how in sync Mo and Paul are. With this ducking and later the shimmying. I know it's wrong to ship Ringo’s wife with one of the Beatles she didn't sleep with, but… idk I really want her to have bedded all four at one point, you know? She deserves it, being an og.

Okay but yeah I'd be having a public meltdown if I fumbled that too holy fucking shit

Ringo feeling himself as he should

George just looks like he smells nice. Unlike the others. You know?

John has such a beautiful smile. If somebody looked at me like that I'd put him up on a giant screen behind me on my world tour after he'd been dead for forty years too.

That pleeeaaaheeeaaase though. Looking at Paul. How did he survive I'll never know.

The cut from screaming Paul to grouchy nap lady is extremely painful.

John was so cool in this concert. Like the epitome of cool.

Kevin, my love, thank you for your service

I love Yoko leaning so far and craning her neck. She's like a mom at a school talent show. Like “I only came to see my baby.” Type vibe. Which is exactly what she's doing, unlike Mo, and honestly I find both of them extremely valid

You know in movies where the romantic leads are never looking at each other at the same time?

I think I watched George and John switching back on their amps like fifty times because I just love it so much. And from this angle, you can see John's saying something to Paul about it. He looks serious and he's shaking his head. I wonder what he's saying.

Mal Evans I love you forever for this. Look at his hand on the rail, just blocking them off completely, so protective.

Them turning to each other at the end always gets me. It's automatic, like second nature, and it's the last time ever. They deserved better.

Oh Darling duet in the credits are you fucking kidding me??? Was that in the original? “Believe me, when I tell you.” “Oh I do.” That's the second time that they gave away in this footage that they know they're talking to each other in their music.

Alright, that's it, I guess. And then MLH is haunted by this experience for forty years until he makes Two of Us to purge the demons.

[reviewdiaries]

Ace and the paradox of finding peace in 4x09

Ace is very isolated this week, and it allows for some quiet introspection - the possibility of getting into his own special kind of trouble. And isn’t that something Ace has always been spectacularly good at? Whilst I’d love to see more episodes like the last two with entire Drew Crew shenanigans and hijinks, I’m also really loving the separate threads that each of the characters are following. The writers have a beautiful ability to weave seemingly disparate threads of stories together into one cohesive whole that makes the season even more satisfying by the end.

So he’s thrown himself into work, because that’s what he does when the snarls of feeling become too much. And yes, the last we saw he and Nancy were very much more on the same page, starting to feel their way through to an understanding, a want, a please I want to be with you more than anything, I don’t care what anyone else says. But that doesn’t magically fix everything. Doesn’t iron out the creases in his mind where the fears have taken root. That he’s not enough, not worth it, that Nancy will die and he’ll be left with nothing but a fistful of memories and a crippling guilt that it was all his fault.

But it’s still there. In the distraction as he picks up the clipboard and nearly shatters Connor’s mug. In the distant half aware way that he greets the latest addition to the morgue. His mind is half on his job and half on Nancy and the way his heart is tied to hers, a tug beneath his ribs whenever he thinks of her.

And then he is offered a distraction. A beautiful shining puzzle all his own. And he can’t resist, he’s never been able to resist, that’s part of why he and Nancy work so well together, so attuned to the frequency of mysteries to untangle, problems to solve, locks to pick. He’s used to the supernatural - the idea of the morgue being haunted barely rating in his top ten creepy situations he’s found himself in. So of course the latest body has brought in its ghost, and of course they’re trying to communicate with him. And he’s part running through all of the things he remembers from Tiffany haunting George, from Odette, the tips and tricks to try and draw them out, help them move on. Part engrossed in the who and the why and the what of it all. Metaphorically putting his fingers in his ears over all of his own feelings and problems and focussing entirely on this.

By the time he makes full contact, Ace has had time to think about this, to puzzle out the problem of his supernatural visitor. I don’t think you’re here to hurt me - famous last words Ace, but he’s also not wrong on his assumptions so far. The entity could have hurt him when they first announced themselves. He drops to the floor expecting an attack, for something to fall, to electrocute him, for danger of some kind. But nothing comes. He’s realised they, whoever they are, want his attention. Want his help. 

But it’s the phrasing of the next part that gets me.

Maybe I can help you move on. The slight pause, the stumble over the idea of moving on. And doesn’t everything come back to Nancy at the moment? What they have, how they’re wrapped up around each other, tangled beyond hope, uncertain how to move forward, impossible to move back. Pandora’s box where once they admitted how they felt, once they had those first delicious illicit moments - conversations, touches, kisses - they couldn’t ever go back to not knowing. 

Find peace.

He can’t find peace. As elusive as sleep when he thinks about kissing her. And things feel cleaner, lighter, since they spoke. But there’s still a disconnect, still the pain of a dislocated bone when he sees her, so it’s easier to avoid. Easier to stay here in his own space with his own mystery, and not think about the constant beating of what if that thunders in his chest when he thinks of her.

It’s tantalising, the possibility of helping something, someone else to find those things. Like maybe if he can find it for someone else he can see the roadmap for himself. Because it’s all one step forward, two to the side, three steps back. He’s lost and confused and throwing himself into his work at the morgue because it is his. It is separate, isolated, a haven away from the tangles of the rest of his life. And sure, Nancy has a way of finding her way in, even here, she always does, she wouldn’t be her if she didn’t, but on the whole it’s clean lines and antiseptic - impersonal and so far away from the riot of colour and knot of emotions he’s so used to.

So he doesn’t even question. Doesn’t wonder if this might be something bad, something that might hurt him. Just wants to help (doesn’t he always want to help - acts of service, acts of service, acts of service) wants to prove to himself, to the ghost, to Nancy, to the world that he is helpful, he is worthy, he can do this on his own. Wants to shut the feelings away and focus on something else if only for a little while. Plunge his hands into the cold water for the shock of something new, something different, something that takes him out of the loop of his own thoughts.

He’ll tell the others at some point, maybe, he’s not sure at this stage. Too lost in the here and now moment of the puzzle to think about caution, about the need for back up, for different perspectives. To wonder whether maybe he’s being incautious because he hurts, because he’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of the bay, because he’s terrified that Nancy is already moving on and what he meant to her was nothing compared to the size of his feelings for her. It was so much easier to stuff his feelings down and pretend they didn’t exist when he didn’t have the reality of his name whispered out on a gasp from her lips, the feel of her gathered close in his arms, the softness of her hair tangled around his fingers. Now it’s just a relentless barrage of knowing whenever he’s near her and can’t touch her. Worse since their body swap and he became intimately aware of her in ways he still can’t let himself truly think about. Can feel the heat of a blush staining his skin whenever the thoughts slip in. 

So he’ll keep pressing through and ignoring the warnings in his head, and not wonder about the curse in the jar that allows the cursed to talk to the dead. Not wonder about the way he fell when the wave swept over the boat. Not wonder at the way Connor doesn’t seem to notice the weirdness that’s been drifting over the morgue like a dark cloud since this body arrived. Just keep breathing and pressing through against the bruises where his heart ties to Nancy’s, and plunging his hands into cold water until he can hear the voice again. Because maybe if he can solve this, help someone else move on, he’ll work out how he can do it himself.

[marvelstars]

The end of the Sith

"I will throw away everything I have, everything that I have grown to love and throw away my life to save this person" Anakin Skywalker - ROTJ(GEORGE LUCAS)

Something that always gets my attention when I see ROTJ appart from Luke and Vader father - Son relationship is the way Vader choose to stop his master from hurting Luke.

Palpatine was completely distracted while he tortured Luke, making Vader suffer seeing it, so it would have been possible for him to just use his sword to kill Palpatine or even the force to send him towards the reactor shaft, instead Vader choose to carry his master himself, letting his lighting hurt him to the point of being electrocuted, you can even notice the time in which Palpatine changes the strenght of his attack from merely hurting Vader, he after all was careful not to destroy Vader´s internal systems when he punished him, to actively try to kill his apprentice before he killed him and Vader just carried on and let him, he withstood his attack as long as was neccesary until he threw him into the reactor.

Then Vader just stays there, looking down to where he had just sent his old master, his slaver, his old father figure, the person who rescued him from mustafar only to seal him in his armor, who has been with him for the last 20 years and you can just see he´s wondering if he should go with him as well, he just stays there, on the edege looking down until Luke brings his father back from that edge, literally and methaphorically and gives his hand a squeze to console him of the excruciating pain he must be feeling in that moment. Almost as if Luke sensed his father meant to go himself down the reactor shaft.

Then I remember Lucas commentary, Vader for good or ill, LOVED the Emperor, despite everything but I think Vader remembered, in this moment, not only Padme´s smile or his mother kidness which he saw in Luke, he remembered the chosen one prophecy as well, the promise he had represented to the Jedi and to the galaxy

"the coming of a powerfully Force-sensitive being who would restore balance to the Force by destroying the Sith"

Well, he was now a Sith as well, not just his master so for him it would be only fair to share his master´s fate while Luke´s love for him keep him over that edge and fully brought him back to the light in spirit.

Vader dying destroying his master wasn´t an accident, it was intentional, he complied with the chosen one prophecy by destroying the Sith, meaning his master and himself and freed the galaxy from the Sith Empire.

This also broke Bane´s lineage, because Vader didn´t kill his master for power, for revenge or for hate, he did it out of love for his Son, while still loving Palpatine, he did it for love and justice, both values Anakin always held tightly close to himsef and this is what gave him the oportunity to become a force ghost, to become one, you have to leave everything behind, including yourself, Vader threw his life, his master, his love, everything he was the moment he decided to save his Son and restore justice.

[devondeal]

For the weird Star Wars ask, questions 1,4,7,8,10,11,14,17,18 and 20 😌😘 Have fun

Oooo good ones. Also hard ones 🤣

1. Qui Gon Jinn. Love or hate? Discuss.

I love Qui Gon Jinn. I love how calm he is and how contemplative he is. This doesn't mean I can't see his flaws though. Regardless he is a one of the coolest Jedi the prequels have introduced, I just wish fans wouldn't put him on a pedestal. Let characters be flawed and wrong sometimes, it's ok I swear y'all.

4. Do you prefer the prequel, original, or sequel trilogy, and why?

God this is a hard one. Original is more nostalgic for me, like I watch them for comfort since I watched them when I was a kid all cozy with hot cocoa and blankets and just adoring the characters and twists. But the prequels are just so meaty and entertaining with the flashy visuals and meme humor.

It hurts to choose but I guess I'll go with prequels cuz I do engage with them more in fandom given how juicy they are. That's not to say the OG isnt juicy but the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is kinda hard to beat there.

7. Dumbest Star Wars moment

God so many to choose from 🤣 but yeah Jar Jar stepping on shit then immediately getting electrocuted. I may have the order wrong on those sequence of events but either way... dumb.

Honorable mention: Jabba's CGI band with Roach and Miss Lips Close up. Just thinking abt it makes me laugh. Like George what were you on? 🤣

8. If you could ask George Lucas one question, what would it be?

I would ask him how he would continue Leia's story after the OG trilogy. I just always felt she deserved more in depth character exploration and I'd want to know his POV on that.

10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney Plus to edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?

I'd take a away the "No... NOOO" from the Vader scene in Return of the Jedi. Just takes away from the suspence of if he will save Luke and ruins it for me. That's really it. Not much of an edit since it wasn't there to begin with. So an un-edit?

Next, I would edit some squeaking noises for C3PO during the Luke and Leia kiss, maybe an "oh my" even though he wouldnt be sure why he didn't like it 🤣 maybe some background dialogue for him and and R2 abt it.

11. Who would you want as your Jedi Master? (Why)

Luke Skywalker. I feel like he would really help with my confidence issues with his tendency for positive reinforcement. And he's nice and calm so he wouldn't trigger my anxiety. But still enough discipline so that I stay sharp and on it which I also need as a scatterbrain. I feel like because he started as a scatterbrain himself, he'd know where I was coming from.

14. BESIDES THE ROTS NOVELIZATION, what is your favorite Star Wars book?

The Approaching Storm is just a chock full of Jedi fun. It gives you an idea of what Jedi are meant to do and you get to see familiar characters in a more relaxed (for Jedi that is) setting.

17. Pick one Star Wars line to describe your life, what would it be?

"All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. What he was doing."

This Yoda line about Luke very much described me for a very long time. I've always felt and sometimes still do. I tend to live in my head and struggle with being present. I guess Qui Gon's line about being in the present applies too.

18. What is your favorite piece of Star Wars merchandise that you own?

Oof I can't narrow that down to one. So it's gonna be the Ahsoka doll you gave me 😘 also the Savi's lightsaber I made. My Lego collection is huge but I have a soft spot for the Tie Fighter and Luke's Landspeeder cuz they were what got me back into Lego since my childhood.

Literally any Lego clone minifigure.

20. Please describe in as much detail as possible the signature scent of Ewan McGregor and/or Obi-Wan. (Are they different? Probably)

Omg, really making me think like a straight woman eh? 🤣 Idk or care what Ewan smells like even though cool dude. Obi Wan... hmmm....

Tea leaves and really faint raspberry. Why? Cuz the nerd eats them off the Jedi Temple gardens. Just seems like a raspberry guy to me. His robes are always clean so probably fresh laundry. His hair smells like puppy breath idk.

[thiswatchcassie]

Murdoch Mysteries s1ep1 "Power"

This is it! the first episode of Murdoch Mysteries, i cant fucking WAIT to watch this! after the break is my bullet point live reaction to/ thoughts about the episode. the final paragraph is my concluding thoughts!

TWs for this episode: Animal Death, electrocution, death of a pregnant person,

THE THEME SONG!!!! AAAA MY HEART!!!

Awwww baby Julia and williammmm

“Are we having a picnic” yes Julia, you are having a picnic!!! Also YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

CRABTREE!!!!!

God I love Jonny, hes so fucking funny or an actor and a comideien.

Wow I forgot that the FIRST episode is THIS episode, like I know it was but like wow

TW animal death, poor pup, and shoutout to this woman from the humane society! The actor who plays her feels very familiar i wonder if she plays any other characters that I’ve seen

I remember the costuming being a lot worse…. I mean it’s not perfect, but considering they don’t bail now an exact year for another few seasons, and they weren’t working with an unlimited budget, everyone is dressed nicely for the period.

Im obsessed with this very obviously direct printed canal sign behind this man in the 1890s

episodes since a mention of or character who is a real historic figure 0 (Thomas Edison)

Wow I forgot just how quickly they nailed down the “we are gonna talk about real people and rope them i to our fiction” aspect of the show so early on.

Shout out ALICE!!! Miss Toronto Electric and Light!!! Pop off girl queen pussy boss!!!

Holy shit there’s a second real life person it’s Nicola Tesla!

Poor puppy :( I hope he lives

HE LIVES!

poor Alice… miss toronto electric and light didn’t deserve to die for this

HELL YEAH DR JULIA MOTHER FUCKING OGDEN!!!! GIRLBOSSING HER WAY AROUND A DEAD BODY!!!!

We finish each others sandwiches moment rn

Good for Crabtree helping Edna with the dog

HI INSPCTORRRRRRRRRRDRR BRACKENREEDDDD

First scene in Murdochs office, it’s just sooooooo <<<333 i love It, cozy, filled with turn of the century knickknacks and dodads, big open windows letting in and out light. Loves it!

We have the Pinkerton name dropped in episode one, but if im not mistaken they did some timey whimey magic and met the founder of the Pinkerton in a later season PRE her founding of Pinkerton… which of course post dates the irl founding of Pinkerton in the 1850s

Oh 2008 cgi my beloved

Why is Nicola Tesla talking… like that?

And why is he fucking around with transmissions?

Call it “tella-…..vision” god the name dropping

George…. DONT FUCK THÉ POSSIBLE SUSPECT

Edna my girl queen pussy boss

I had to look it up because I couldn’t take her face from my mind, Edna does come back at a later date and she was an amazing character

Tesla…. God I don’t like how Tesla is

It’s gonna get on my nerves th inconsistency of when the show is set and thus the technology available

Awww Julia has a little goldfish in the morgue!

She’s so fucking smart I love her

Miss Howard was pregggooooo shiiiittttt

“Men doted on her” SLAYYYYYYYY

Oooooo who gave her that necklace????

Hell yeah Crabtree give them to the dog

This is why I love George he mama jokes about taking dogs out on a date and wooing girls

okay brackenreed making quips about retireing all the way back in season one..... he just needs a break

ah yes nicola tesla creating a wireless phone in ONE DAY very realistic

george is gonna getttt itttttt

damnnnn 20k??? TWENTY THOUSAND 1890S DOLLARS????

20k in 1890 is about 600k now.... damnnnnn

"i have a confession, it wasnt your dog i was sweet on" george is the RIZZ MASTER

awwww edna giving george a lil forhead kiss.... my heart <3 counting down until s8 when she is back

awwwwwww and then they kiss, and georges sweet lil smile <3 my fucking HEARTTTTTTTTT WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY

shit what did she have?

oh and dodd is dead

i think this is the first time william crosses himself upon seeing a dead body (something that will happen at least 263 more times lmao) i really liked when they touched on murdochs faith and the ongoing disputes between prodestants and catholics in toronto around the turn of the century

i love how in the daylight "dodds office" is very clearly just a room in station 4 lmao

YASSSS JULIAAAAA GIRLBOSSSING HER WAY AROUND A SECOND CRIME SCENE

aw george looks like a kicked puppy trying to tell murdoch about the papers he found at edna's

this is not the last animal rights activist to get involved in a murder investigation

"i understand you enjoy a challange" if murdoch just fucked these scientists, and authors and other historical figures well.... it would be very beliveable. hes the original simp

hes also VERY catholic repressed

i mean there was an entire plotline (spoilers, SPOILERS!!!!) after julia and murdoch got married about him feeling intimadated by her experence 'in the bedroom' to his virginity.... and like mans was NOT YOUNG when they got married

prrrr wax cylander recordings

"case closed" yes juliaaaa you make up these now well known phrases

ohhhhh so thats who got Alice pregnant

poor alice, she didnt need to die

byeeee edna!!!! see you in eight seasons!!!!!

"we are men of the future murdoch" thank you tesla very cool

and thats it!!! the FIRST EPISODE!!!!

ah i loved it, it feels very early seasons, but in a good way. of course the fashion history lover in me is picking up on all the little things but i MUST REMAIN FOCUSED!! the plot was nice, i loved edna and george. feel very bad for emily howard, she really didnt need to die. shout out to julia whos job in the moruge is always refreshing to see.

HOWEVER it is missing that one litle 'spark' so to speak to make it a truely great episode in my mind, so i give it a 8/10. could be better could be very much worse.

wooo! first episode done 263 (and counting) i am now 0.38% done!

[medicinemane]

Ok, thoughts on episode 3, not quite done with it but close enough

It's better than I remembered, but it's still not a great movie. Like I've said with every movie, there's good bones, but bad execution

I like it better than 2... I think I like 1 better because the Jedi stuff felt more cohesively done, but I think 3 is the more interesting movie

A lot of my original complaints I stand by. It's stupid Palpatine gave himself a butt face from electrocuting himself. You see the Emperor in 6 and you just assume he's old and full of evil, and basically preserved himself in unnatural ways long past when he should have died and that's why he looks like that, and you should be right when you think that

I haven't gotten to "Talk to the chair cause the Yoda don't care" yet, but I'm sure it's as goofy a fight as I remember

Side note, I also stand by that Yoda shouldn't hop around like crazy, it would be so much better and so much cooler if he still moved slowly in combat, had zero flourishes, but was just so strong with the force that even slight movements were enough because he simply knew when he needed to move his blade and when he didn't. I think that would be a lot more impactful of a character that's more in line with the teachings he's always spouting off

I don't know... better movie than I remembered, much better than 2 which honestly kind of sucked still. Some of that may be thanks to Clone Wars making it so stuff like Order 66 has way more depths and gravitas to it because you know the clone's pain and the chips and such (which obviously weren't actually part of the movie)

Star Wars, the series everyone loves and everyone thinks sucks ass, because it's great and it's also so very bad

Please, just hire an editor George. At this point I think you're a decent writer and a pretty good director, but fuck do you need an editor to polish your work

Kicks the shit out of 9 though. Like Prequels hands down beat Disney's trilogy. Originals still are a lot better... something about the pacing... dare I say the editing makes them more compelling and cohesive in my opinion, but there's a lot of interesting ideas in the prequels... just mixed execution

So that's my thoughts on it. I don't know that I'd recommend them. Glad I rewatched them but... if we ever needed a remake, we need a prequels remake, an animated one, and you just get the Clone Wars folks to do it. I'm gonna dig my heels in on this, cause I'm very right

[pub-lius]

Do you have any completely random facts about some of the people who lived during the Revolutionary war?

Oh man, I have so many you don't even know. I'll try to think of the best ones.

Well, my personal favorite is that George Washington's favorite breakfast food was hoecakes. They're actually pretty good. They're basically like pancakes but with a corn flavor.

When Gouverneur Morris was in France (during the French Revolution), a mob attacked his carriage, and he stuck his peg leg out the window to shoo them away. It worked.

Everyone hated Benjamin Franklin. Anyone that spent too much time with him was like "no this guy sucks." My friends like to remind me of the fact that he had a fart fetish, so that might have contributed to that.

Honestly, the most of my random facts come from either Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and Aaron Burr, so here's a rapid fire of my top facts about them: Franklin electrocuted himself with a turkey, Jefferson really really fucking loved mac and cheese (more than my parents love me), and one time Burr tried to put a candle out by shooting it (Burr has a bad history with candles and guns).

Everyone on here knows about how Richard Kidder Meade went into a chimney to read his letters in private, but I have to include it because ~Meade~.

One time Lafayette danced with Marie Antoinette and stumbled and she laughed and he was literally traumatized (he was very dramatic about it).

My favorite Hamilton fact is that during the Constitutional Convention, he bet Gouverneur Morris that he wouldn't go up to Washington and slap him on the back like they were best bros, and Morris did it, and almost got punched in the nuts by Washington. I really like referencing that one.

One time John Laurens basically threatened the king of France. More detail on that later. He also threw a tantrum in every battle... ever. He was a man baby, sorry John.

Mozart also tried to pull the moves on Marie Antoinette, but got rEJECTED HAHA BABY LOSER IMAGINE COULDN'T BE ME. He also did gymnastics.

Dolley Madison did drugs, but Thomas Jefferson didn't want her to do drugs, so she went to James Monroe's house to do it. Jefferson was a nark smh.

I also have some fun ones about James Madison. Uhhhhhh one time he bought prostitutes for a foreign diplomat!

One time, a citizen made Andrew Jackson a massive block of cheese. It was there for like a really long time, until finally they just invited like all of Washington D.C. to a party to eat it. But there was still more cheese when the next president moved it. Another reason to hate Jackson: he was very inconsiderate with his cheese.

Deborah Sampson was the baddest bitch in the whole damn war like omg. She joined the war in the place of her father, got shot, rEMOVED THE BULLET HERSELF bc if a doctor did it they would realize she's a woman. I bow to her, she was amazing

I thought of these all on the spot, so I could probably come up with more/better ones if I dug real deep into my mind palace, but dude im tired rn, so i hope you learned something (sorry about the fart thing) and thanks for the ask!

[soft--dragon]

Manhunt

Word Count: 1,311

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"C'MERE SAPNAP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Sapnap gave a yell of terror, only running faster to get ahead of the hoodie wearing mastermind chasing him.

"GEORGE! BAD! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!?" Sapnap practically screamed.

"We're close! Don't die Sapnap! You have all our items!" George yelled back.

"I'M TRYING! WAIT DREAM! NO! IM ON HALF A HEART! HALF A HEART!"

Dream laughed manically, swinging his sword at Sapnap. "C'MERE!" He crowed loudly, eyes gleaming.

"NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Sapnap screamed when his character died, items thrown from his fallen avatar.

Dream cackled taking out his flint and steel and burning it all.

"No! Dream!" Bad yells in outrage almost drowned out by George yelling at Sapnap.

Sapnap tugged his headphones off angrily, gripping his hair. Damn Dream and his 1000 iq. He'd set a trap for the hunters leaving only him alive with the lunatic.

He could hear Dream's laughter through his headphones as well as his fellow hunters arguing with each other.

"Too easy!" Dream clapped his hands as he chuckled. "Too goddamn easy."

Sapnap glared at his floor. Dream was literally downstairs . An idea started to form in his head. He put his headphones back on.

"Guys, I have a plan" he said.

"Ooo you sound confident" Dream's voice had a teasing lilt in it.

"I am, cause I know it's gonna work" Sapnap replied smoothly. "Okay guys, don't worry about armor, just get some weapons and follow Dream. Be ready to attack him when I say so."

"No armour?" George repeated. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Nope, I'm trying to get us a win, just trust me, alright?"

After a confirmation from his hunters Sapnap stood from his chair.

"Sapnap you've sent them on a suicide mission" Dream snickered, "you've just set them up to die, what kind of plan is this?"

"You'll see Dreamie" Sapnap said, "guys, gonna go silent for a bit, just follow the plan."

He slipped off his headphones and crossed his room to the door. His steps were silent as he made his way downstairs to Dream's room. He could hear the older boy laughing and commentating through the door. He gripped the handle and carefully opened the door, grateful it didn't squeak and alert Dream of his presence.

Dream was laser focused on gathering materials, chipping into conversation between George and Bad. Sapnap snuck up behind his chair, a grin spreading across his face.

"-and besides George, Sapnap said to not get armour, stop messing up his plan!" Dream was saying.

Sapnap could just hear George's response through the headphones. "I'm not fighting you without it!"

"Aw come on Georgie, don't you trust him?"

"I do, I just don't trust you."

Sapnap glanced at Dream's screen to see George and Bad following Dream at a distance. Good.

"George, Bad get him now!" Sapnap ordered.

Dream flinched violently at Sapnap's voice, his head snapping round to stare at him. Sapnap dug his hands into Dream's sides before he could react further, making the boy gasp and break into laughter.

"Whahahat the hehehell Sapnahahahap?!" He cried, trying to get the younger's hands off of him.

"Get him boys! Get him!" Sapnap yelled over Dream's laughter.

"Sapnap what are you doing to him?" George asked as he and Bad's avatars ran towards Dream.

"Incapacitating him" Sapnap answered with a chuckle. "Turns out Dream here is very ticklish."

Dream was twisting in his chair, trying to find an escape route from Sapnap's fingers. His headphones slipped off his ears onto his shoulders. "Stohohop it! Sapnap thihihis is cheheheheating!"

"There's no rules about tickling Dream!" Sapnap shot back, moving up to scratch at his upper ribs.

Dream wheezed, squirming with new desperation. "Sahahahap- nohohohoho!" He curled in on himself, trying to protect himself.

"Aw, bad spot?" Sapnap teased.

Dream heard the familiar sound of being struck through his headphones and looked up to see George and Bad attacking his avatar.

"No! No no no! Guhuhuhuys stohohohop! Thihihihis ihihis unfahahahair!" He yelled.

"All is fair in love and manhunts Dream!" Bad laughed.

Dream grabbed his mouse, attacking the hunters making them scream and bolt.

"Sapnap! Tickle him again! Hurry! He's doing so much damage!" George cried.

Sapnap stuck his hands in Dreams exposed underarms, causing him shriek and slam his arms down. "Sahahapnahahap! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!"

"You've trapped my hands Dream" Sapnap replied with a grin. "You want me to stop, you need to let my hands out."

"You'll just go somewhere else!" Dream yelled, squirming, his face getting pinker by the second.

"Try his stomach Sapnap!" George called through the headphones making Dream squeak.

"Fuhuhuck ohohoff Geohohohorge!" Dream growled but the giggles lacing his words didn't make it very threatening.

"Bad place if I remember correctly, eh Dream?" Sapnap smiled devilishly.

"You done this before Sapnap?" Bad laughed.

"Oh yeah, favourite past time by now."

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Dream yelled, trying to slide to the floor.

"Get back here Dream!" Sapnap got his hands out from Dream's underarms and scuttled his fingers all over Dream's stomach.

Dream's eyes widened, his whole body convulsing like he'd been electrocuted. "FUHUHUHUCK!"

"Language Dream!"

Sapnap heard Bad's yell through the headphones and chuckled. "Yeah Dream, language, you're upsetting Bad."

Dream shook his head, wheezes lacing his flustered giggles. The hitting sounds returned much to Dream's horror.

"No! Sahahapnahahap stohohohop! Plehehease!" Dream squealed, looking up at his computer to see his hearts decreasing.

He tried to sit up but Sapnap scratched his fingers close to his belly button and he crashed back down in new hysterics.

"Awww, this is really cute Dream, you can't even fight back" Sapnap grinned, laughing a little when he saw Dream's blush deepen.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"Damn Dream, I had no idea you were this ticklish" George snickered. "Sapnap and I are gonna gang up on you all the time when I move in."

"Oh hell yes" Sapnap grinned, leaning in close to Dream's ear. "Doesn't that sound like fun Dreamlee?"

Dream gave a whine through his laughter, covering his red face in his hands. "Yohohou're thehehehe wohohohorst."

"Bitch please, I'm the best" Sapnap retorted.

"Oi! Language!"

"Sorry Bad."

"How many hearts is he on?!" George asked, furiously attacking Dream.

"Two and a half! Come on guys, take him out!" Sapnap encouraged.

"NOHOHOHO! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS!"

Dream seemed to gain strength through the idea of losing. He reached behind him and tazed Sapnap's side making him yelp and flinch back. Dream grabbed his desk and yanked himself forward, grabbing his mouse and swinging his sword.

His character struck the two hunters, severely cutting their heart numbers down.

George did his signature, high pitched scream of terror, while Bad's voice did the opposite and dropped.

"DIE!" Dream shouted, taking them out with only a few hits.

A bang on a desk was followed by George's yell of "NO! WE WERE SO CLOSE!"

"DANG IT DREAM!" Bad cried, equally upset by the sudden turn of events.

Dream was fast to eat some bread, his hearts rising again much to his relief. He breathed heavily, leaning back in his chair to regain his composure. His face was still warm, his giggles still swirling his his chest, slipping out every so often. He then remembered who else was in the room with him. His chair turned slowly.

"Sapnap."

Sapnap had been backing up to the door. His eyes widened at Dream's low, dark tone.

"Uhhh" he nervously smiled. "D-Dream hey we're friends-"

"Oh yes, yes we are" Dream rose from his chair. "And we're also roommates, ya know what that means Sapnap?"

"Um..."

An evil smile pulled at Dream's lips. "It means you don't have anywhere to hide, we live in the same house."

Sapnap stared.

Dream cracked his knuckles. "Run."

Sapnap screamed, bolting out the door with a manically laughing Dream right behind.

"C'MERE SAPNAP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"C'MERE!"

[falcqns]

Selfish

Pairing: Post Endgame!Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are sent on a mission to the 1950′s, and you come face to face with Steve Rogers for the first time. 

Warnings: mention of Thanos, swearing, Steve being protecting, Y/N being more protective, The Winter Soldier makes an appearance, insinuation to smut. 

A/N: We love stories based off shifting experiences lol. also it was hella exhilarating to scream and swear in America’s Ass’s face LOL. Also If there are any chronological errors with the whole Hank Pym thing, just ignore it I haven’t seen Ant Man yet

You were hiding behind an overturned desk, your gun in one hand, both batons in another. You, Bucky, and Sam had been sitting on the couch enjoying your Saturday, when it was raided by rogue S.H.I.E.L.D operatives from 1951, hell bent on preventing the avengers from forming. But, they didn't have time-space GPS’s like you guys did, so they were thrust into 2024, a year after the events of the final Thanos fight. They had held the three of you at gun point, until you threw a lamp at them, and Bucky reflected their bullets with his vibranium arm while you and Sam ran, you to your gun and batons, and Sam to get his wing suit on. A fight ensued, and everyone had eventually spread across the compound, to where you took refuge behind the overturned desk of Tony Stark. No one had touched his desk since he passed, but that changed today.

You felt someone approach from behind, and you flicked your wrist holding your batons to turn on the taser function, and went to knock out the person behind you, when you were met with Bucky, an amused look on his handsome face. He had two time-space GPS’s in his hand, and well as the bracelets that contained the suit. 

“Don’t electrocute me yet, doll,” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “We can fix this. We go back in time, we prevent them from taking the Pym Particles. It’s risky, but I see it as our only option right now. They’re not going down. We need to do something.” He whispered. 

“What about Sam?” You whispered, and Bucky looked over his shoulder. 

“I knocked a few of them out and told him to get the hell out and I had an idea. He escaped while I covered him. They won't notice anything happening because it might be minutes or hours for us, but it's seconds for them. Trust me?” He asked, and you nodded before taking the suit bracelet and the GPS he offered you, and slipping them on. You put your batons in the holster on your lower back, and your gun in its holster on your thigh. You double tapped the suit bracelet, and took a deep breath as the nanotech quickly covered your body, and head. Bucky programmed his GPS, and you programmed yours to go back to February 23, 1951. 

You looked at Bucky and nodded, before you felt the helmet covering your face, and a pull behind your navel, seconds before you entered the quantum realm. You watched as the colours of the quantum realm sped by you as you traveled, and you glanced to your side, sighing as you saw Bucky right there with you. You were nervous, but as long as he was there, you'd be fine. 

You felt a stronger pull behind your navel, and you were thrust into 1951. Luckily, the two of you landed in a supply closet, where there were janitors uniforms. You two didn't say anything while you pulled the uniforms on, and slipped out of the closet.

You two kept your heads down, determined to not get recognized while you figured out the plan. 

“So, this specific building changed considerably since before I fell off the train, but the labs are this way, just passed the offices in this coming hallway, which is where I’m guessing they put Pym’s lab and office,” He said, and you nodded. 

You two turned the corner to the office hallway, and you heard Bucky swear. You looked up at him in confusion before following his eye line and biting back a swear word. 

Peggy was standing outside her office, talking to a rather tall, broad shouldered, blonde haired man. Before you could process who it was, Peggy noticed Bucky, and her eyes widened. She exclaimed, and the blonde haired man turned around, to reveal himself as Steve Rogers. 

“B-Buck?” He said in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re alive?” Peggy said right after. 

Bucky sighed, but the two of you walked up to the couple. You shifted so you were standing slightly behind Bucky. You had quite a few words for Steven Grant Rogers, none of them good things. 

“We’re here on a mission. We’re trying to stop 5 rogue agents from coming to 2024, and killing me, Sam, and my girlfriend Y/N.” he said, and you stepped put from behind him, giving Steve a tight lipped smile.

Steve looked over at you, and looked you in the face intently. “How did you meet Bucky?” he asked seriously.

“I met him when my dad introduced me to the remaining Avengers when we went to see Wanda after-” You were going to say ‘the Westview incident’ but didn't want to risk screwing up the timeline so you changed it slightly. “An unfortunate incident.”

He crossed his arms. “Who’s your dad?” He said, his chin tipping up slightly. 

“Clint,” You said simply, and he eyed you again, as if he didn't quite believe you, but chose to let it go, wisely. You rolled your eyes, and heard Peggy giggle, to which you gave her a smile. 

Steve turned to Bucky and dropped his arms. “Who are these agents?”

“George Peterson, Charles Collins, William White, Robert Gomez, and Paul Cox.” You said, and Bucky looked at you in confusion.

You rolled your eyes and looked at your boyfriend. “Their names were on their uniforms. Where were you looking when they had their guns pointed at our heads?” You said. “AT THE GUNS!” Bucky exclaimed and you rolled your eyes again. 

He turned back to Steve. “We need to get to Hank Pym’s lab.” He said, and Steve sighed. “What?”

“Pym’s lab hasn't been moved to this building yet, it’s still in downtown New York. Do you guys have a car?” He asked, and you scoffed. 

“Oh yeah, we had time to shove on of those in our pockets while being attacked by psycho’s.” You said, sarcastically.

Bucky looked at you. “Y/N.” 

You glanced up at him.    

“Sorry. No we did not Capsicle-OW!” You exclaimed when Bucky elbowed you in the side.

Steve sighed, and turned to Peggy. “I might be home late. Gotta help him,” he said, and Peggy gave him an understanding smile.

“It’s okay. Go help,” She said, and after they shared a kiss, Steve was leading you and Bucky out of the building.

“How’ve you been Buck?” He asked. Bucky sighed.

“Oh, y’know. Compound got rebuilt, met the love of my life, been on a few missions with her and Sam. The usual,” To which Steve chuckled.

You three reached Steve’s car a few moments later, and you climbed in the back, while Bucky sat in the passengers seat. You weren't as tall as him, and you were afraid you'd cause an accident if you put next to the literal ass of America. 

“Wait,” Steve said, pulling out of the parking lot. “How’d you get on the team,” He said to you. You rolled your eyes but answered. 

“I’m the daughter of two super soldiers, Hawkeye and Mockingbird. My mom has multiple serums, which were passed to me, and I got both their strengths, but I prefer to use batons rather than stupid ass arrows that can only be used once,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, and slumping against the leather seats of his car. Steve nodded, and gave Bucky a look, which Bucky knew meant ‘she doesn't like me does she?’, to which Bucky gave him a look that said ‘this is her being nice to people she despises.’ Steve nodded, and focused on the road.

As the car drove into the city, you looked at how different the buildings looked. It looked exactly like the pictures you had seen, but you were in awe. There were a few skyscrapers, but they certainly didn't look the ones you were used to seeing whenever you went to New York. Bucky and Steve were talking in the front, and you blocked out the conversation to gaze at New York in a time when your father wasn't even born. 

You felt the car come to a stop moments later, and you looked up to see you were outside a bland looking building that said “Pym Technologies”. You stepped out of the car, and Bucky immediately took your hand in his. The two of you followed Steve into the building, and made it about a third of the way down one hallway before Bucky pushed you into a room, and pulling Steve with him. 

“What the f-” you started to say before Bucky covered your mouth with his vibranium hand. 

“That was them. The guys.” Bucky said, and Steve went to the door to see the guys Bucky was referring to walk down the hallway and turn right, in the direction of the offices. 

“Okay,” Steve said, turning around to face you two. “Do you have your weapons?” he asked. You unzipped the janitor suit and pointed to the gun and baton holsters on your leggings. Steve nodded, and looked to Bucky who was taking off his janitors uniform and pulled out his gun as well. 

“Okay, good.” Steve said. “Now, I left the shield at home because I barely use it, and the kids prefer to use it as a sled in the winter.” 

At the mention of his kids, you rolled you eyes again, and Steve had had it with that. 

“You keep that up and your eyes will stick,” He said, and you stuck your tongue out at him. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and spoke again. “What is your problem?” He asked, looking over at Bucky for help, who just raised his hands in defeat. He had tried many times to figure out why you had such a problem with Steve but eventually let it go and knew you would tell him when you were ready.

But, you finally decided you were ready. “My problem? What about your problem?”

Steve scoffed. “I don't think I have a problem.”

You laughed. “Oh, you don't have a problem? Do you feel any guilt, AT ALL, for leaving Bucky behind? Did you stop for one second to think about how this might effect him? He risked everything, multiple times for your stupid ass, and when the world was finally safe, at least for a while, you ditched him for a girl you kissed once? I get it, you ‘loved’ her, but she had her own life, her own husband, and everything. You left Bucky with Sam. THEY BARELY GET ALONG! I’m not saying you should have taken him with you, because then I wouldn't have met him. I’m saying that you should have stayed. You could've gotten with Sharon, gotten married and had a few kids with her. Instead, you chose to say ‘fuck it’ and abandon Bucky when he needed you most. And believe me, I know Sharon isn't Peggy, but you liked her as well. It’s called a compromise. Also, don't you think it's pretty shitty that Bucky DIED FOR YOU, came back to life, walked through a goddamned portal, fought aliens with a gun, all without a break, and you didn't have the fucking decency to talk to him, at least once before the fight was over? For the greatest soldier in history, you sure are pretty fucking selfish.” You stated, and walked out the door with your batons in hand without a second look.

“Wow.” Bucky said, looking at Steve. Steve just shook his head and motioned for Bucky to follow you. 

“Follow her and help. I gotta find something to fight with,” He said, looking around him. Bucky nodded, and walked out. He raced to catch up with you, and saw the men huddled together in a conference room, probably planning what to do next. He pulled you to the side before you reached the room to talk to you. 

He pulled out into a little alcove in between the offices, and pressed his forehead against yours. “Baby,” He breathed out, and looked up at you when you sniffed. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn't let him sit there and think that what he did was okay. It wasn't. he left you when you needed him most. After he came out of the ice and found out you were still alive, his main goal was to find you, and save you. But when he finally gets the ‘big defeat’ he wanted with Red Skull but didn't, he immediately abandons you for Peggy? Nothing against her, she seems nice I just hate his guts for putting you through all of that and I know you’re gonna say that I shouldn’-,” Bucky cut off your rambling with a kiss. He pulled away and smiled at you.

“He needed to hear it. Now, let’s finish our mission so we can get back to 2024, and finish The Sound of Music because I really wanna know how the Von Trapps escape Austria.” he said, making you smile, your grip on your batons tightening. The door to the conference room opened just as Steve was coming around the corner, a shield slightly smaller than his own in his hand. He pressed back against the same wall you and Bucky were pressed against.

“Looks like they're trying to recreate everything about me,” Steve said, and Bucky chuckled. He glanced down the hallway, and saw it deserted. The 5 men continued down the opposite direction, towards the labs. 

“Y/N, corner them. Steve, go around to the opposite hallway and block off the exit there. I’ll do the same with the opposite exit. After that, we should be good, and we can fight them, and hopefully stop them.” Bucky said, and Steve nodded. 

“How do you know so much about this building?” You asked, and Bucky blushed. 

“The Soldier has more than one mission that involved breaking into Pym Industries,” he said. “Now let’s do this.”

“Didn't think you were one for leading,” Steve said, tightening the shield just before he walked off. 

“Yeah well, sometimes you have to step put when it comes to Sam Wilson.” You said, walking off. You pressed your back to the wall before turning the corner, giving Steve and Bucky time to get into position. 

Through the reflection on the mirrored ceiling, you saw the men come face to face with Steve, and turn around and head the other way. They passed by you without a glance, only to be faced with Bucky, who had ripped the sleeve off his metal arm. You heard them swear. 

“Fuck. He’s The Winter Soldier.” one of them said, and when you glanced up at the ceiling again, you saw Steve charging at them, Bucky following seconds later.

The men realized what was happening, and turned around to escape down the hallway where you were, and you flicked your wrists to turn on the taser function on your batons, and hitting an agent in the head.

He fell to the ground and you kicked him in the face for good measure. You looked up and saw Bucky in a chokehold by an agent with his back to you. You stood up and ran towards him. You planted the batons on either side of the agents neck and watched as his whole body convulsed, releasing Bucky. He turned around and swore. He pulled you off to the side and let Steve keep fighting.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Theres more rogue agents coming. I need you to bring out The Winter Soldier.” He stated. Your eyes widened.

“Shuri got rid of him.” 

Bucky shook his head. “Remember when you went on vacation with your dad, stepmom and the kids and I visited T’Challa?” You nodded. “Well, it wasn't to see the Wakandan kids like I said. I went to Shuri and I asked her to put a version of him back inside. I can take down and kill people, but YOU are the only one who can control me. I won’t hurt you, or Steve, I’ll know who you are, but you need to say my trigger words. I know you know what they are. I fight, you and Steve get to the lab, take the Pym Particles and run,” He said, glancing back at Steve, who was holding his own fairly well against multiple agents.

You nodded. “Fine. But I don't like that you lied to me, and we will be talking about this when we get back.” You stated, and Bucky nodded.

You cleared your throat, and started speaking. “Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car,” You said in Russian. 

Bucky became very stiff, his eyes shutting. His whole body spasmed, and his eyes opened, brown eyes replacing his steel blue. 

“Ready to comply,” He answered, and you gave him his orders. 

“Take down anyone who gets in our teams way,” You said, and the Soldier nodded before rejoining Steve to fight, with him, instead of against him.

You ran back to Steve and him and watched as the Soldier took down agent after agent with no difficulty. Steve’s mouth dropped open as he stood and watched. “What did you say to him?” He asked, and you smiled.

“I brought out the Soldier. Now, let’s finish this,” You said, allowing Steve to lead the way.

You two ran down the hall and turned to corner. “I thought Shuri got rid of him,” He said as the two of you continued running.

You glanced behind you before answering. “She took one Soldier out and put a different one in,” You said, and the two of you skidded to a stop when you came face to face with the Pym Particles storage room. 

“I know Hank only keeps a certain amount here, but no one but me and him know that at this point in time. Let’s go in, grab them, and destroy them. I’ll take the blame for it but I couldn't give less of a shit,” Steve said, and the two of you burst in the room. 

There were only 10 vials of Pym Particles, each of you grabbing 5. You ran out of the room, and back the way you came. You made it to the hallway where the Soldier was still fighting.

“SOLDAT!” You shouted. He stopped and turned to look at you. “Let’s go!”

He nodded and ran towards you. Steve burst through the door, and the three of you ran towards Steve’s car. The three of you hopped in, Bucky and you in the back, Steve in the drivers seat and speeding away. 

“D-do you know how to get Bucky back?” You asked Steve. He looked at you.

“Remind him who he is. That’s the only thing that worked for me, but this Winter Soldier programming is different.” 

“Wouldn't hurt to try,” You said, and took Bucky’s hand in your own. “Bucky, look at me,” The Soldier turned to you. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes. You were born March 10, 1917. Your best friend is Steve Rogers. Y/N Y/L/N is your girlfriend. Your favourite food is plums. You absolutely despise Sam Wilson,” You said, and watched as he came back to himself slowly. Steve cackled at the last part, before pulling into an abandoned parking lot.

“We gotta destroy these particles,” You said, looking down at them resting in your lap. 

“That’s what we’re doing. Take these,” He said, handing you the rest of the particles. “And put them on the ground in front of my car. We’re gonna run them over.” You nodded, took the vials out of his hand and hopping out of the car. You placed them on the ground and got back in. 

Bucky groaned, just as Steve accelerated, and ran the vials over, a satisfying crunching noise coming from under the tires. You turned and gave him a smile. He groaned again, and buried his head in your neck. Steve chuckled and turned the car around to head back. 

He glanced at the time on his watch. “Theres no point in going back to Lehigh, Peggy’s at home now. Where do you guys want to go to head back?” He asked, and Bucky pointed towards a small clump of trees in a park. Steve nodded, and pulled over. 

You walked up to Steve while Bucky got his tired body out of the car. “Thank you for helping us. I’m sorry for what I said.” You admitted, and Steve smiled.

“Don’t be. I needed to hear it. I was incredibly selfish, and I should have stayed with him. But, thank you for helping him.” He said, and you nodded. He gave you a hug, and you walked towards the trees to allow Bucky and Steve to say goodbye. They talked a little, shared a laugh, and hugged. Steve walked over to where you were standing. 

“Come back whenever you guys want to. I’d visit you, but that’s not my time anymore. Plus I don't have a suit or a GPS. I’d probably end up in the Sokovia fight again if I tried.” He said, and you and Bucky laughed. 

“We will. I know the fairs coming up soon, so maybe we’ll come back then?” Bucky asked and Steve nodded. They shared a smile again, and Steve watched as the two of you tapped your bracelets, the nanotech covered you and programmed your GPS’s. You waved at Steve, and he waved back. Bucky nodded at him, which Steve returned at the two of you locked eyes as you felt that familiar pull behind your navel, and your were thrust into the quantum realm again. 

You returned to 2024 seconds later, and glanced around at the untouched compound, and Tony’s desk, which was completely fine. Bucky looked around in confusion.

“What happened? Wasn’t it only a few seconds here? Why is everything fixed?” Bucky asked and you smiled.

“The chronological timeline where we were attacked was erased by us when we destroyed the particles, so the attack never happened.” 

Bucky nodded, before scooping you up and carrying you into the living room. “Good. Now, let’s finish the movie, and maybe have a quickie before Sam gets back.” Bucky said, sitting on the couch, and lifting your shirt over your head. 

You laughed, but agreed. “Sounds like a plan.” 

[unreasonablebehaviour]

Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

[cappsikle]

just a bunch of fools (in love) // george weasley

Request: omg !!! could you please do a continuation for “just a bunch of fools” where george asks reader to marry him 🥺🥺🥺 <3

read the first part here! 

Pairing: george weasley x reader

Summary: the world seems so dark and heavy, but george doesn’t want to do this with anyone but you

Warnings: nope! 

Word Count: 1.7k 

A/N: I’m soooo sorry that this took so long! I had major writer’s block I just hope you like it!

(I’m just gonna say it now, the ending is trash because I just wanted to get it out for you, I’m so sorry >_<)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Everyone at the Burrow was tense, all still dealing with the aftermath of the attack at the wedding. That was also the night Harry, Ron and Hermione left, along with Bill and Fluer who created a safe house for themselves and members of the Order. So, in the end, it was only you, the twins, ginny, Molly and Arthur who remained at the Burrow until it was time to move to a safer location. No one really spoke to each other, not being able to find the words. What exactly can you say that will make the situation better? The minister of magic was dead, and the ministry had been taken over. You were struggling to grasp anything that resembled hope, it managing to just slip through your fingers. 

Your heart was heavy, dread settling into the pit of your stomach as you sat on the couch in front of the fire. Everyone else had retired to bed, but you just couldn’t sleep, so instead you left George in his bed to sit down and think. Though in hindsight, thinking probably wasn’t the best thing you could do, as you did tend to overthink. What was going to happen next? Where would you go? Are Harry and the others ok? The deeper you went into your thoughts, the more unaware you became of your surroundings, which resulted in you practically jumping out of your skin when you felt a pair of hands over your shoulders.

“shit!” you jumped up from the couch, a hand over your chest as you tried to tame your rapidly racing heart, “George, you scared me!”

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to,” you nodded slowly and sat back down, George following and sitting next to you, “what are you doing up so late anyway?”

You shrugged your shoulders, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing your chin in the little divot between them. “just couldn't sleep, yakow... with everything going on.” George nodded his head in understanding, pursing his lips as he got lost in thought. He could see the toll the war had taken on you, effecting your ability to eat and sleep normally. He just wished he knew what to do or say that could make you feel better, but George too was struggling to see the light at the end of this very long and very dark tunnel.

“Would you like something to drink? A cup of tea, maybe?”

You smile sweetly at him and nodded gently, “that would be nice, thank you.” you leaned up and gently placed a kiss to his lips as he rose from his seat, making his way to the kitchen.

Putting the kettle to boil, George looked at you from his place at the kitchen, just taking the time to admire you and your features. From the way your hair fell into your eyes, soft from the light of the fire and the evident tiredness to the little dimple only present on your right cheek even from the smallest of movements from your tempting lips. If there was one thing George knew for sure, it was that in a time where the world was batshit crazy, you were the one that gave him hope for a better future, a future together. That's when he got the idea.

As if electrocuted from a spark, George raced off upstairs towards his room, although he was very careful not to make any noise that would wake his sleeping family. Practically overflowing with nerves and excitement, George ever-so-carefully pushed his door open, squeezing in and tiptoeing to avoid waking up Fred. He walked over to his bedside table and grabbed the little velvet box sitting in the drawer, turning it over in his hands. Was he really about to do this? Was he sure that this is something you’d want, to get engaged right in the middle of a war?  

“So, you’re finally going to do it?” George swore his heart literally jumped out of his chest at the sound of his twin’s tired and barely-awake voice, fumbling with the box as it almost fell out of his grasp. He turned around to face Fred sitting up on the bed, a tired and lazy smirk on his lips.

“Christ, mate! Warn a guy next time, will you?” Fred chuckled at his brother’s frightened state before his eyes trailed down towards what was in George’s hands.

“I said, are you finally going to do it?” George looked down as well, his lips twitching to a small smile at the sight.

“Yeah, I think I am,”

“Are you sure now of all times is the best idea?”

George looked up at his twin, his other half, as he mulled over his words whilst getting up to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. “Look, mate, I’m not sure what’s going to happen over the next few months, but I can’t bear the thought of going through this without the promise that we’ll be together. I love her, more than anything,” Fred looked at his brother, the one person he could count on no matter what, and the solemn look that took over his face. No matter what, he would support his brother’s decision and stand by him with anything, he only wanted to see his brother happy, and he knew that you were the person to make it happy.

Fred nudged George’s shoulder with his elbow, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Look, whatever you do, I support you, and everyone else will too”

George’s face lifted up a bit, grateful for his brother’s words. “I just hope I don’t get rejected,” he said in a joking manner, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. What if you do rejected him? Surely you wouldn’t, he hoped.

“I can say with a hundred percent certainty that you will not. You lot are perfect for each other.”

“Thanks, mate.” George smiled up his twin, feeling the energy return with a newfound excitement from his twin’s encouraging words.

“Don’t mention it. Now hurry up and go down there, you left the poor thing hangin’”

George jumped up from the bed, rushing to get downstairs back to you with the box held tightly in his hand. You smiled when you saw George’s lanky figure come back down the steps, dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a plain t-shirt. Noticing George practically bouncing on the spot, you get up from your position on the couch and walk over to him, curious. “What’s got you jumping about the place? You’re basically vibrating,” you chuckled up at him, but your smile fell as you noticed nerves pinching his face, “y’lright, love?”

Just when George thought he couldn’t possibly fall any more in love with you, he was proven wrong upon seeing your concerned face for something as miniscule as feeling nervous. “Y-yeah, ‘m alright,” George looked down at his feet sheepishly, thankful you hadn’t noticed that he was very visibly hiding something behind his back. “Why don’t you come outside with me?”

“Outside? What for?” George raised his head as a sly smirk snaked its way across his lips.

“C’mon, I’ll make it worth your while.” with that, George grabbed your hand and took you through the back door, the light from the inside spilling out to the chilly air.

“George, what’s going on?” you ask curiously, a tint of worry in your voice. You cross your arms over your chest in a futile attempt at warding off the breeze, goosebumps rising on your exposed skin. The cold seemed to have melted away, however, when George grabbed one of your hands from your chest and sunk himself down onto one knee, his other hand still behind his back.

He knew in the grand scheme of things, now was probably a rubbish time to do something like this, but he wanted to have that security that you’d still be his after everything is over. You were confused, what was he doing? He couldn’t be doing... that... right? 

“(Y/N) …” George started, already feeling his start emotions catch up to him. “You are... the best thing that could ever have happened to me. I never thought that in a million years I could have found someone to be like you. Someone so kind, so passionate and so loving, someone willing to do anything and everything to protect those you love without a second thought...”  

George stopped his little speech to gather his thoughts and keep himself from crying. All the while you’re standing there in complete shock. How long had he been planning to do this? You knew what you wanted to say, heck you probably would’ve even said it two years ago. You knew George was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and you would be lying if you hadn’t had dreamt this exact scenario multiple times.  

“I remember when we first met at Kings Cross in our third year, where I ran into you and knocked you off of your feet and said some stupid pick-up-line as a failed attempt of an apology... and the rest is history. I know now isn’t the most ideal time to be doing something like this, being in the middle of a war and all, but maybe it’s because of it that now is a perfect time...” George trailed off with a chuckle, gripping your hand tighter. 

Your hand shook in his as he brought the small box out from behind his back, opening it up to reveal a simple gold band with a small diamond in the middle, but you barely spared it a glance. You were entranced by George’s eyes, filled with so much love and emotion. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George was actually asking you to marry him. With tears in his eyes and his voice caught in his throat, he asked the final question.

“Will you, my best friend, my soulmate, do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

You nodded your head excessively, tears shamelessly spilling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You could barely speak, your words stuck in your throat as you choked up. So instead you flung your arms around his neck, bringing your lips close to his ear and spoke the next words with as much love adoration as you could.

“Yes.”

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yikes so that ending was very trash but it’s ok because our baby isn’t. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed that!! Once I got passed the writers block it was enjoyable to write! 

As always my requests are open so please don’t be shy!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

- Mills <3

[horrorhysteria]

Now, Let us preface this entire review with the knowledge that I saw the first FD movie when I was about 9 years old and for some reason (I can't imagine what) completely blocked the entire premonition from my memory and only made it past Tod's death before I was done.

The shot of his bloodshot eyes haunted me for years and neither of my parents could remember the movie. I was a terrified child, so I never consciously watched a horror movie until I was about 15, after 'Seed of Chucky' (Yes, I know) scared the absolute daylights out of me for years, so this one memory really didn't help.

BUT, I watched the first one again one day and was instantly hooked (you can imagine my surprise at seeing Tod's death again and finally knowing I wasn't entirely an insane person.)

The first FD movie is a classic, everyone knows it, I don't know a person who hasn't seen FD1, apart from the children I teach, which I suppose is a good thing. We start with Alex Browning, preparing for a school trip to Paris, with his best friend Tod, and Tod's brother George, who for years I assumed was his twin. (He is not.)

Alex gets his premonition of the plane crash/explosion/all around disaster and instantly jumps into action trying to warn people of their impending doom. Obviously he is removed by the attendants and seven people are removed from the plane.

The first death (aside from the premonition coming true) is Tod's, I'll admit we start of with a pretty wonky execution (no pun intended) of Tod's death, strangely blue liquid (I've always debated whether it is or isn't water, but I don't think death personally cares that much so maybe I shouldn't either... but nonetheless this blue liquid causes Tod to slip while he's hanging washing on his bathtub washing line (which seems unnecessarily convoluted and impractical) but as I said earlier, the death haunted me for years so it was obviously effective in what it set out to do.

This is where Alex and Clear (another survivor) meet William Bloodworth - The icon that is Tony Todd (Candyman) himself.

Our next death is Terry 'drop fucking dead' Chaney, who really up until this point had really been somewhat of a nothing character but potentially single-handedly gave one of the most memorable lines of the franchise to her boyfriend Carter 'The Dick' Horton before being absolutely obliterated by a speeding bus, this death was and still is a jumper for me (and not the warm, knitted type)

Ms Lewton's death is next and her death is honestly just ridiculous and again overly convoluted, her tea is not enough to numb her pain, so into her boiling hot mug, she pours some extremely flammable vodka (You know when James A Janisse thinks a death is dumb, that it probably is X) the fire vodka finds its way into her computer (which she definitely could not soak in rice to fix) which causes it to explode shards of glass in to her neck and, you guessed it sets her house on fire. She reaches for the cloth on her counter and gets a handy block of knives in her torso, which as you can imagine isn't very useful for staying alive, Alex then REMOVES the knife, not only getting his fingerprints all over the 'murder' weapon but also definitely didn't aid in any chances of the emergency services being able to potentially save his teacher.

Our next death is the one that hurt me the most (being the Seann William Scott fan I am), Billy Hitchcock gets his head sliced in half horizontally by a passing train which our survivors Alex, Clear, Carter and Billy had moments ago had almost been blasted by smithereens too.

Alex realises that Clear is next on deaths list as he is holed up in his crazy bunker and goes to save her, getting electrocuted by power line in the process, a fade to white implies that Alex is dead until we skip to 6 months in the future and our survivors are finally going to Paris, Alex isn't convinced that death isn't finished yet and removes himself from his friends to protect them, almost getting hit by a large, neon sign only to be saved by Carter, who then gets hit and killed by the same sign.

We find out the futures of Alex and Clear in FD2, so I will include them when I cover that movie.

- Jess

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #498

Top Ten Movie Cameos

The first time I think I ever noticed someone cameoing in a movie was Steven Spielberg. I was watching The Blues Brothers, and there was this guy, who I was sure was Mr. The Berg. I must have seen him in some behind-the-scenes something or the other. But he was a director, not an actor, so it couldn’t have been him, right? Then years later I was reading Empire, and sure enough, I was vindicated. It was indeed the play mountain himself. But more on that later.

So, cameos, then. What is a cameo? Now, in my opinion, I think it really has to be small. Really, it should just be one scene – or even one shot. The smaller the better. I’ve seen people online refer to Judi Dench in Shakespeare in Love or Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder as cameos, which is very, very daft, as those are clearly supporting roles – even if they are quite small (and remember, Dench didn’t win her Oscar for “Best Cameo”, she won it for “We Meant To Give You This Last Year”, which is a very important category in the Oscars). I also think the best cameos should be unexpected; a nice surprising treat. And usually they’re funny – the incongruity of seeing that person in this film. Because that’s the other thing: for a cameo to really work, the person cameoing has to be kinda famous. For instance, some might say that Ashley Johnson in The Avengers is a cameo, but whilst she’s obviously awesome and prodigiously talented, I don’t think she’s instantly recognisable enough (which, y’know, she’s mostly famous as a voice actor); also there’s nothing inherently funny or surprising about her role, she’s a waitress who’s saved by Captain America. It doesn’t feel like it’s saying anything to have Johnson play that role, other than I guess Joss Whedon wanted her in the movie (it’s actually funnier that her brief scene is referenced in Loki, because Kate Herron had the whole of the MCU to draw from in a montage, but chose to use an unknown character who’s in one tiny bit of one film, entirely because she’s a huge fan of The Last of Us – see, that is arguably a cameo).

So my rationale for what is and isn’t a cameo might seem complex or even arbitrary, but when has that stopped me in the past? And so, with no further ado, we now get deep into the weeds of it and celebrate my favourite movie cameos of all time. Oh, and there’s no Bill Murray here; I know, I know, it’s a really famous cameo, but, er, I’ve never seen Zombieland. Sorry.

Stan Lee in Pretty Much Everything (2000-2019): I mean, who else? The absolute King of Cameos. Lee was a massive publicity hound all his life, and passed up no opportunity to get in front of the camera, so once big, proper movies were being made of his comics, he was right there, selling hot dogs in X-Men (2000), rescuing children in Spider-Man (2002), and then right through every MCU film until his sad death in 2019 (and even popping up in Teen Titans!). Hearing him tell Miles Morales “I'm going to miss him,” in Into the Spider-Verse chokes me up every time.

Carrie Fisher & George Lucas in Hook (1991): this has always been one of my favourites because unlike virtually every other entry in this list, you only know this if you’ve been told. But it’s funny and it’s sweet. When Tinkerbell takes Peter to Neverland, she flies over a bridge, where a silhouetted couple are seen canoodling. Her pixie dust falls across them, and they begin to float into the air. And apparently the unrecognisable couple are played by Princess Leia and the director of Star Wars. Which, I think you’ll agree, is pretty cool (Hook is really good for cameos).

Brad Pitt in Deadpool 2 (2018): having an invisible character offers plenty of opportunity for some good gags, especially in a Deadpool movie, but the real laugh in the film comes when the Vanisher is electrocuted and we get to see his face for a split second. And – ha – it turns out to be the hugely mega-famous Brad Pitt. It’s funny because he’s a massive star.

Martin Sheen in Hot Shots! Part Deux (1993): it’s one thing for the movie to do an Apocalypse Now gag, as Charlie Sheen’s Topper Harley sails down a river on a military boat, but hanging a lampshade on it by making it cross over with Martin Sheen’s Willard from the classic seventies Vietnam epic is another thing entirely. And then both actors notice each other – ha, funny, they’re father and son in real life – and say in unison, “I loved you in Wall Street!”. Very on-the-nose all the funnier for it.

Steven Spielberg in The Blues Brothers (1980): well, I mentioned him, and here he is, a totally nonplussed-looking administrator bloke just merrily eating a sandwich. He’s frightfully young (I’m guessing he was probably about 32 or 33) and he’s got a big brown tache instead of his usual ‘Berg Beard, he’s dressed very smartly and he’s awfully polite. His demeanour is hilariously in stark contrast to the mayhem around him, and his public persona is also hilariously in contrast to the raucous and ribald mood of the movie.

Cate Blanchett in Hot Fuzz (2007): this is one I didn’t even notice till I read about it after seeing the movie. In a very funny scene where Simon Pegg’s Nick Angel chats to his ex-girlfriend Janine, she is head-to-toe in forensic gear throughout, with a mask covering her face, so all we see are her eyes. But the gag of it is, she’s played by the phenomenally famous Cate Blanchett. You get a megastar to do one scene but make her unrecognisable. So funny it beats Peter Jackson’s evil Santa.

Don Ameche & Ralph Bellamy in Coming to America (1988): this is another one I remember finding hilarious when I was a kid. Walking down the street late at night with love interest Lisa (Shari Headley), Akeem (Eddie Murphy) nonchalantly gives a huge wad of cash to some poor homeless bums. But it turns out that they’re played by Murphy’s old Trading Places co-stars Ameche and Bellamy – and they refer to each other by their character names from that earlier film. “We’re back!” declares Ameche, referencing the end of Trading Places, when their crooked broker characters were defeated and ruined by Murphy and Dan Aykroyd. It’s a great bit of shared-universe tomfoolery, and very funny for fans of Murphy’s movies. Oh, and speaking of Aykroyd…

Dan Aykroyd in Casper (1995): in 1995 it had been six long, bitter years without a new Ghostbusters film; back then, we could still hold out hope for a proper Ghostbuster 3. Sadly that never came to pass, but it was a very pleasant surprise when Ray Stantz himself popped up in Casper, of all things, fearfully running out of Whipstaff Manor in full ghostbusting regalia and declaring, “Who ya gonna call? Someone else!”. I mean, after facing down Gozer and Vigo and who knows what else, you’d think three sarcastic arsehole ghosts would be no match for him, but maybe the ‘busters were having tough times. Maybe this will all be backstory in Ghostbusters: Afterlife. Maybe Cathy Moriarty and Eric Idle will return the favour and do cameos of their own. We can but hope.

Matt Damon, Luke Hemsworth, & Sam Neill in Thor: Ragnarok (2017): twenty years ago you could point to Goldmember as the, er, gold standard in multi-character cameo pile-ups. And while that is great – Danny DeVito giving the finger, Spielberg back-flipping – I think it’s been surpassed by this minor gaggle of stars hamming it up. Matt Damon – famouser than anyone actually billed in the movie – is An Actor Playing Loki. Dr. Alan Grant from Jurassic Park is An Actor Playing Odin (whilst Odin’s actor, Anthony Hopkins, plays Tom Hiddleston playing Loki playing Odin – do keep up), and Thor’s Real-Life Brother plays An Actor Playing Thor. It’s all delightfully meta and hilarious.

Ollie Johnston & Frank Thomas in The Incredibles (2004): this one’s really sweet, and like the Hook cameo, would very easily slip you by. At the end of the film, after the climactic battle, two old men cheer on the superheroes – “That’s old school!” “Yep, no school like the old school!” – but what’s great is that they’re voiced by – and designed to look like – Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas, the last two surviving members of the famous “Nine Old Men” group of Disney animators, who’d worked on many of the classic Disney films. This was Pixar and director Brad Bird giving a tip of the hat to the legends who came before them, and made all the sweeter by the fact that Johnston and Thomas (both sadly now deceased) were absolute best buds in real life. A cameo that educates and makes you think! How nice!

There you go. Sadly no room for any of the many great Star Wars cameos, from Daniel Craig through to George Lucas’ entire family. Oh well!

[jamilelucato]

If I Could Tell Her [G.W.]

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Diggory!reader

Summary: Based on the song If I Could Tell her from the musical Dear Evan Hansen; Cedric’s younger sister mourners her brother and George tries to comfort her.

Musical Hogwarts || Hogwarts Masterlist

A/N: It’s a sad fluffy fic that I can promise will have a part 2 and a 3! it’s all planned out — it depends on how many people will want it.

Words: 1.900+

whole series here

*gif not mine

You were standing next to the monument some Hufflepuffs had put on for your brother. Your seventh year at Hogwarts had only just begun, but you felt like you should be already home.

Cedric Diggory Forever a hero; forever missed.

The writing made sense — your brother was the hero type, probably why he died defending Harry Potter. Some students had left some flowers around the marble plate, appearing to be a tombstone, which made no sense, since he was buried next to your house back at Ottery St Catchpole in Devon, England.

It was weird missing Cedric because you two had never been close. He was one year older, but that was not the reason — when you finally came to Hogwarts, you got sorted to Slytherin, which only proved how much different Cedric and you were. Total opposites. Besides, he was the family’s favourite, the family’s golden boy. You were just the other one.

“He thought you were awesome,” you heard a voice say from behind.

It kinda scared you, but thankfully, you didn’t jump. You turned around; George Weasley starred down at the fake tombstone as if he was reading it and not talking to you.

George was a beautiful boy you knew since a baby. He and his family lived in the same region as you, so more times than often, you two had to sit through dinners together, but there was no more to it.

From all the seven children that Mr and Mrs Weasley had, the closest to you was Ginny, who generally visited you when back at home. But, during school times, many of them just ignored you.

They were, after all, perfect Gryffindors who had a reputation to protect.

So, yeah, having George talking to you while next to the tribute to your brother was rather odd.

He finally looked at you.

“He thought I was awesome? My brother?” you asked, unable to say anything else. The Weasley boys were closer to Cedric then you — they shared such a passion for Quidditch that, although you also played the sport, your passion could never be compared — but it was weird that Cedric could’ve mentioned you to any of them.

“Definitely!” George affirmed, enthusiastically. Something about you being sceptical made him wonder that maybe you and your brother weren’t that close.

“How?”

“Well...” George coughed, trying to get some extra time to think about what to say. You were right about being suspicious — Cedric had never mentioned you to George or his older brothers.

That didn’t mean, however, that he didn’t know unique things about you.

In fact, George paid attention to you every time he could. Something about your voice, your hair, your eyes... he couldn’t point out exactly what but you always got his attention.

As a kid, he thought that maybe at Hogwarts, you two would be close — but then you got into Slytherin, and later on, you became a beater. The same position as him, yes, but you couldn’t be farther to him than before.

He saw that you were still waiting for him to explain what Cedric thought about his little sister. He gulped.

“He said there’s nothing like your smile — sort of subtle and perfect and real,” George said, his voice a bit shaky. You seemed not to notice; focusing on the new information, George could be spitting on you that you wouldn’t care. “He said you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.”

It was nice listening to Goerge talk. He had a calm voice, way different from his brothers. Even Fred, who was his twin, had a different tone — always loud, never gentle. George seemed to be the most patient of the family — probably because he lives in the shadows of six siblings.

You knew how hard could be living under someone shadows — you loved Cedric, you missed Cedric, but even now that he was gone, his shadow was still there over you.

“And he knew,” George continued, soaking in the sudden courage, “whenever you get bored, you scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans.”

With wide eyes, you gaped at him. You didn’t think someone could’ve noticed that.

“And he noticed that you still fill out the quizzes that they put in those teen magazines,” when George mentioned that old habit of yours, you almost laughed.

George knew about the magazines because of many dinner nights at the Diggorys when he had to fetch Ginny from y/N’s room. He thought it was a cute habit of yours.

“But he kept it all inside his head,” he added, noticing you were about to ask why Cedric never said those things. “What he saw he left unsaid.”

You looked away from the red-haired’s empathetic face and stared for the last time at the tribute. You needed to put an end to it— you had already grieved over the summer, and you did not want to turn into your parents who appeared unable to get over it.

“And though he wanted to, he couldn’t talk to you; he couldn’t find the way,” George went on. His gesture made you emotional — none of Cedric’s friends seemed so committed to showing you how great your brother was. “But he would always say ‘if I could tell her everything I see’.”

George was rambling and he knew it. There was a reason why he avoided talking to you — you made him nervous. And right at that moment, he was almost passing out. You were interested, and he was lying to your face. Cedric didn’t talk much to him or Fred — he preferred Percy — but even so, George doubted he could’ve mentioned y/N.

“‘If I could tell her how she’s everything to me’,” George sighed. He should stop rambling and free you from him. “‘But we’re a million worlds apart, and I don’t know how I would even start’.”

That new information you had just heard filled your heart with hope. Perhaps Cedric did like you. Perhaps he tried to be closer, but he just didn’t know how to. It wasn’t like you made it easy — you avoided him at all costs.

“Did he say anything else?” you asked, with hope in your eyes.

George raised his brows, “A—about you?”

Oh, that was it. Cedric talked about you but not that much. What were you thinking? That he spend whole afternoons with the Weasleys telling them how much special his sister was?

You started walking away from the fake tombstone, leaving George behind. “Never mind, I don’t really care anyways—”

“No, no, no—just, no, no—he said—” George gulped; he needed to organize his thoughts and fast. “He said so many things; I’m just—I’m trying to remember the best ones. So, um—”

You slowed down, letting George follow you around the school.

The tribute was just a walk away from the Courtyard; a couple more steps and you’d be hearing the students.

“He thought you looked really pretty, er—” George stopped right away. What was he thinking?? Brothers don’t say their sisters are pretty! “It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair,” he corrected himself, hoping you wouldn’t have noticed.

That caught you by surprise, making you stop at your tracks. Those indigo streaks were horrible! It was a blessing you did it in the summer, so it had time to dye out in time for school. But if Cedric thought they were cool...

“He did?”

George smiled. So you didn’t notice him reformulating the phrase.

He was losing you again — you fastened your steps. He started thinking what to say next and then he remembered when he saw you at the Yule Ball with Blaise Zabini.

“And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn’t there,” he said, staring at you just so he could see you blush. And you did. “But he kept it all inside his head; what he saw he left unsaid.”

“I should’ve...” you gulped, “I should’ve said something.”

George pulled his brows together. “If he could tell you... I’m sure he wanted to.”

You tilted your head, unconsciously, and kept walking. You couldn’t turn back time. It was your fault, and you knew. Merlin, probably even George knew it by now.

“You were everything to him,” Goerge stopped you, holding your pulse. You looked down at his touch — it felt like being electrocuted.

Not by lightning because that would’ve hurt but like touching something you shouldn’t. It was different but welcomed.

“But we’re a million worlds apart,” you sighed when George finally let go of you.

You didn’t want to look at him. He was gentle, patient, but he didn’t understand. He and his family were together all the time; they were close, they were friends. You and Cedric were never like that.

Besides, George said it himself — Cedric wanted to be close. But you, you never wanted Cedric’s “pity”.

“He wondered...” George went on. It was enjoyable talking to you, even if it was about something so morbid. You two used to talk as kids and George had forgotten how delightful it was. “But what do you do when there’s this great divide?”

George reached for his mouth, covering it with his hand. What was he doing? That was too much. He had already pointed out things about you that Cedric probably never knew, but now he wasn’t even trying to pretend those were Cedric’s words.

Thankfully, you weren’t looking. Your eyes wandered at the group of Hufflepuffs standing next to a pillar. If you didn’t overthink it, you could still see Cedric there.

“He just seemed so far away,” you muttered.

“And what do you do when the distance is too wide?” George had accepted he was screwed — he was only waiting for you to be mad at him.

“It’s like I don’t know anything,” you said, waving your hand in  Cho’s direction, who was passing by with some books close to her chest. She waved back, with a weak smile. You knew she was in pain too, but it was ironic because, before your brother died, you had no idea they were dating. Being honest, you didn’t even know who she was— shame on you for that.

“And how do you say ‘I love you’?”

George panicked when you turned your head at him. He had crossed the line, and you knew it.

Except you didn’t. You looked at George with a sad smile, thinking George was right. Even though you gave your brother the cold shoulder, he still loved you. He died loving you.

“But we were a million worlds apart, and I didn’t know how I could’ve even started,” you sighed. “I wish I could tell Cedric I love him too.”

George gave you a sad smile. “ He knows.”

You reached for George’s hand and squeezed it lightly.

“Thank you, George,” you said. “This talk... I didn’t know I needed it, but thank you.”

George blushed and didn’t have time to react when you got on tiptoes — Merlin, do the Weasleys’ kids ever stop growing?— and kissed his cheek. If he wasn’t red before, he sure was now.

“See you around, George.”

He watched you walking away, still unable to react with what just happened.

Fred reached his twin sneakily.

“Lost her again, huh?”

George finally moved, staring at his twin. “I can’t say it now.”

“Yeah, I know,” Fred pressed his lips together. “But don’t take this as an excuse. Take your time, but please, hit on her.”

George rolled his eyes — his twin was never the romantic gentleman.

“Or I will,” Fred added, trying to provoke his brother. It worked — George punched him in the arm.

“I’d like to see you try,” George said with a smirk and walked away.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

In L’manberg Falls how does Dream try to get the way out of the Weirdness bubble from Phil?

(Oh god I just remembered that Ford was canonically subjected to electrocution and wow that show got away with a lot of nightmare fuel.)

Now I’m thinking that we go and make it so that Phil has to go fight endless waves of weirdness monsters. Dream knows that Phil isn’t going to give him the equation and he knows that he needs to go and keep up the manipulation with Eret as a failsafe just in case they do bring up the zodiac.

So he goes and decides to just wear Phil down until he is on the brink of exhaustion, and if that doesn’t work, well he could always go and threaten his family.

We could also add George and Sapnap into the mix because at that point, those two, along with Bad and Ant, rebelled against Dream and while Bad and Ant got away, the former two didn’t.

So now Phil has the endless waves of monsters to fend off and two people that he has to protect. Yeah there could be more efficient things but if Phil is worn out, that would mean that Phil can’t fight back if Dream ever does get his family.

Bonus points if a baby zombie is the thing that finally takes Phil down.

At that point he’s just exhausted and can barely hold himself up. He still refuses to give the equation and then Dream goes and threatens Eret. Phil tries to get up and fight but injuries last.

Shacktron thank god came in at that moment and when the SBI family spotted Phil they all just freaked out and asked if he was okay and just asking for all the healing pots that they have in their inventory.

[pieces-by-me]

For Them

Words: 1868

Warnings: angst, mention of death, tears?

Summary: Having Thomas bring back hope for you when you couldn’t see any. Deep conversations on a beach.

'What now?'

That one question buzzed around your head for the last couple of weeks. Almost all the people you loved and called family were dead.

Alby, your leader for the longest time. Your brother, even if not by blood, sacrificed himself. You knew him the longest, because when he was in the maze alone for the first month you came up with the supplies. Imagine the shock on both of your faces when you slowly realized that you had to fight everyday to survive and on top of that being the only girl for almost three years. But you two stuck together threw everything. God you missed him tremendously.

Dean, the one that always made you smile even when you were about to give up hope. He was one of the builders and he made sure that your room in the shack was always draft free. He got impaled by one of the Grievers when all of you were fighting at the cliff. You could still hear his screams.

Chuck, the little ray of sunshine. He was the youngest and smallest out of all of the boys and he was only there for a month. You weren't that close to him, him being a Slopper and you a med jack made conversations and interactions rare. But when you found time you cherished these moments. He was so pure and unsoiled. It was refreshing.

Winston. Poor Winston. Surviving the Glade and everything else WICKED threw at them just to get infected by a virus that slowly ate him alive and turned him into something else. You would never get the image of him crawling towards the gun with pleading words of death out of your head. You didn't know what was worse. The images of him or the heartbreaking sound of a gunshot silencing everything else as you left him behind. You knew it was what he wanted but still it broke your heart.

So many other boys that you loved and cherished had similar stories.

Kaleb who didn't make it back in time and got crushed between the maze doors.

Sam who got thrown off the cliff while you all were fighting.

Jeff, your fellow med jack, who got electrocuted by lightning.

Max, Ben, Steven, John, George, Leo, Pyke, Aaron, Rick, Alex, Newt.... Oh god Newt.

This sweet soul that just wanted for his family to be save and got tortured and mangled until he couldn't go on anymore. All because of WICKED. Always WICKED. The picture of the knife that stuck inside his torso. The eyes that weren't sparkling with light but glazed over with nothingness . The hair that stuck in wild places because of the sweat and blood. Veins that run up his whole body and looked like snakes that slowly strangled him. The blood...

“Hey Y/N!”

Only now did you realize that you had been crying.

“Hey I've been calling your name all the way over her...are you okey?”

Thomas was slowly walking towards your hunched figure that sat on the beach. He didn't realize that you had been trapped inside your own mind until he was in front of you and saw the tears running down your face.

You were glad that Thomas interrupted your dark thoughts. Everyone on the Island, this so called “Save Haven”, was sometimes trapped in their own heads and if you're unlucky it wasn't so easy to break free from the gloomy images paying on loop in your head. With shaky hands, that just wouldn't stop trembling, you hastily wipe away the tears that continue to run down your face while putting on a fake smile.

“Yeah of course I'm ok” Thomas went around you to look into your eyes. His back was turned to the ocean. The crashing of waves was a soothing scenery to a conversation that would be anything else but calming or soothing. He knew exactly what you were doing, because he does it with all the time with his other friends too.

With just a sigh and a tone you knew all to well he started. “Y/N”

“What? I am.”

“We both know that that's not true. You can tell me you know?” He went beside you and took your left hand into his bigger right one. You still don't understand why he had that effect on you but as soon as his hand enclosed yours the trembling stopped.

“But I am.” Your voice turned colder than what it was a few minutes ago. Sure your voice was a little wobbly and raw but he liked that more than this distant robotic tone you were using now. “I'm not dead. I'm not infected with a virus that eats my brain. I'm have food for the rest of my life and I get to live on this ridiculously beautiful island only because we ran away and left the world to burn so yeah. Why the hell wouldn't I be ok?!” You didn't mean to yell at him but with all the dug up memories that played inside your mind only minutes ago and then him questioning your words made you just snap.

Thomas didn't say anything and just sat there next to you. After a few minutes you squeezed his hand and let out a shuddering breath. Tears were again prickling in your eyes and you knew that no matter what you would do they would drop.

Your voice was small when you began talking again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you I just..” They were falling now. “How the hell are we supposed to be fine and happy when we basically ran away and left everyone behind?” You were looking at him now. Directly into his eyes, almost begging him to have an answer. He looks right back with tears building inside his own. Desperately wanting to give you everything you asked off him and more.

“Thomas how are we.. ” Your voice broke half way trough his name. “How are we meant to live like this? With all that we've been through and just be ok?”

He had to strain his hearing to understand everything you said between sobs and hiccups.

But as soon as everything made sense he let go of your hand to take your head between his. With his thumb he wiped away the waterfall of tears that just wouldn't stop.

“We're not.” That was not the answer you thought would come out of his mouth. His voice was quiet but steady. Final and true. You were about to ask him why the hell he even asked then if you were ok in the first place.

He didn't make any sense.

But right as your mouth opened he began talking again.

“Right now we're not ok. We don't need to lie about that. What we went through, what we had to endure to find this place and..” One single tear ran down his cheek. And just like he did for you, you took hold of his face and graced his cheek to erase any evidence of tears.

“..the people we had to leave behind or were taken from us..” His eyes never left yours while he brought his forehead to yours.

“...no one could just be ok with any of that. If you were I would seriously think you're not right in the head.” That brought a slight chuckle out of you. He couldn't hear it, but you were close enough for him to feel it. It stopped as soon as you let it out. 'Not right in the head.' Not like someone with the Flare.

He could see in your eyes that your thoughts were about to turn dark again. So he started again to keep you with him on the beach.

“But now we have a save place were we can get to a point where we are ok. Where we can actually grieve for our friends, homes we never had and anything else they took from us. We can grieve all the time we lost with everyone who is now a name carved into the stone.”

He knew that this was not something you wanted to hear but he had to say it.

“And after we did that, after we get over that point we get more and more moments where we can imagine to be ok. We get to laugh more. We get to enjoy the food Frypan cooks for us again. We might even dance around the bonfire like we did back in the Maze.

And after all that, after we learned how to be ok for these moments, we will not have to pretend to be it but we will truly be fine and healed.”

With ever word Thomas said your tears flowed more. This time only not out of hopelessness but because Thomas had done it again. He gave you a little bit of hope. With only his soothing words, small strokes with his thumb over your cheeks and an honest look in his eyes you couldn't help yourself but believe him. He was good at it. Giving speeches and brining hope and light to bleak situations. It was the reason you made it to the Save Haven. Him motivating you to keep going, always keep going.

The small smile that grew on your face was the first real one you showed since you came to this island and Thomas was filled with relief and a bit of happiness. He put that smile there. He gave you hope. And now he wants to give you a reason to keep going.

“We will be fine and happy one day. Because survived everything that was thrown in our way and because our friends sacrificed everything for us to be here. We will do it so we can truly be free. And we do it for them. For everyone thats not on our island.” Thomas oped that that was not one too far. It was risky but he just wants you to try and move forward.

Releasing a breath, that somehow got stuck in your throat, you lifted your head off of his, scooted closer to his side and laid your head on his shoulder, looking outside the wide ocean. The wind that picked up a little and spray was in the air. Smelling of salt and sea.

Thomas knew that you thought about his words. But the fact that you had your head on his shoulder and that your hands were still tightly held in each other showed him that he had done at least something right.

“For them huh?”

Now it was his face that grew a true smile. He had you there. Knowing you would not necessarily try to mend your mind for yourself, always wanting to make sure that everyone else was save or taken care of first. He knew that you would try for them, but also for everyone that was on this island. And also eventually you would do it for you. And he couldn't wait to hear you lively laugh again that back then filled the whole maze.