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family game night- o.piastri

summary: family game night in the off-season

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

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Oscar smiled as he watched the scene in front of him. The monopoly board laid out, Hattie and Eddie to his left, his mum and Tim across from him, and you and Mae beside him. He loved the off-season. He loved going home to Australia and seeing his friends and family, he loved catching up with everyone, he loved getting to relax. Though, his favourite part was definitely getting to see you interact with his family. You and Mae got on so well, you and Eddie got on so well, and you and Hattie got on so well. Tim adored you, Nicole literally threatened him to never lose you. It was always perfect. You were perfect. He turned his head away from the game to see you braiding Mae’s hair as she lay in your lap, slightly checked out of the game. He chuckled. 

“That’s so unfair!” Hattie protested against Tim’s move. 

“That’s Monopoly,” he shrugged smugly, taking over their property.

You and Mae looked at the board for a few moments and then made your move. It was nothing groundbreaking, so it was on to Oscar’s turn next. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek before going back to Mae’s hair, and fuck. He wished it didn’t mess with his head so much. He didn’t really know why it fucked with him so much, but it just did. Everything felt so… you. It overwhelmed his senses. He cleared his throat and quickly put his turn together, but weirdly, everyone was looking at him with a smirk. 

“What?” he asked, placing  more of the popcorn in his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Osc, you’re on the ‘go to jail’ space,” you pointed out. He sighed and moved his piece, much to the delight of Hattie and Eddie. 

He moved closer to you as the next turn began, Hattie and Eddie arguing over their next move. “Unfair,” he whispered. 

You looked at him confused. “It’s not my fault you’re shit at Monopoly.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “A) you’re my girlfriend, you should be my partner. B) you kissed me on the cheek, that’s cheating.”

You stared at him again, confused. “I kiss you on the cheek all the time,” you shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

He shrugged back, not really wanting to explain it in front of his entire family. “I don’t know, just… messes with me.”

You smiled at him, amused by his explanation. “Osc-”

“Alright Loverboy, pack it up, I want my teammate back,” Mae interrupted, pushing Oscar away from you and into the board (by accident), so that the entire board flipped back to him and hit him in the face. The group was a cacophony of ‘oh my god I’m so sorry’, ‘are you ok?’, or laughing. You leaned over to him, trying to contain your laughter and cupped his cheek, looking for injuries. 

“You alright?” you asked. “No broken nose?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. “Just a bruised ego.” 

You laughed and pulled back, ready to clean up the board. “You go make some popcorn, we’ll clean this up,” you told him. 

He shook his head and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Mae can clean the board,” he shot a nasty look her way (which she reciprocated), as she started cleaning up the board. Nicole and Tim followed you two to check on Oscar and get some food, while Hattie and Eddie started to pick the film. You leant against the counter in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Nicole and Tim left the kitchen after some short conversation, and immediately Oscar was on you like a cat. He pressed his lips to yours, his hands caging you in against the counter, gently going up and down your sides. He pulled back and you looked at him expectantly. 

“Just missed you,” he shrugged. 

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he pressed another kiss to your neck. Then another. Then another. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he smiled. 

“I’m really glad I’m here too,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve been coming here every year for the past 3 years.” 

You shrugged. “Still nice to thank you for inviting me.” 

He shook his head with a smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. How did he ever get so lucky?

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I am so INTRIGUED by Misty I need to put her in a snow globe and shake it??

She told Shauna that Nat was hiding Coach Ben’s location. She told her. But the minute that Ben is actually in real danger once Mari returns, she defends him just like Nat. She technically betrayed Nat by telling Shauna she’s lying but she’s likely going to take her side.

Then there’s the minivan argument between Misty and Shauna. Shauna tells her she’s broken, that somebody must’ve done something to her when she was young to make her into such a fucking psychopath (made me giggle because shauna my shayla that is so rich coming from you) and recounts all the times she’s done bad things to her friends just to turn around and try to be a savior.

Because that’s the thing about Misty, that’s why she trashed the black box, that’s everything with her. You will find no more devoted a friend than Misty, but first and foremost she needs to feel needed. She destroyed the black box because she was finally needed by the other girls and she couldn’t let it slip away. She ratted Nat out to Shauna to feel needed by Shauna, Nat, and Ben, because once danger comes knocking to Ben’s life and Nat’s leadership I really think she’s going to be their biggest defender.

Similar to Shauna, she has a certain strategy that she uses to get her way: alienation. By telling on Nat, she’s setting into motion Nat’s alienation by the group. But this isn’t Misty trying to be cruel. This is Misty seeing Nat, an outcast like her, now in the position of leadership. She looks up to her. She feels a kinship with her. And she has to alienate her so they’re both outsiders again. So that Misty can come to the rescue and Nat might see Misty in the way Misty sees her.

Misty has to feel loved because she is not. So the only way to feel a semblance of that is to be needed. Not loved. Not really. But needed.

[beuxwhoyouare]

The Innovation

We stood in a line waiting for Jordan to make his way towards us one by one.

“What’s your name, height, age, and role?” Jordan, the tall scientist and my relatively new friend asked me in a way that felt colder than our usual interactions.

“Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

The latest cuts left our university’s research labs unable to pay lab participants. We had to get thrifty so some of the research assistants stepped up to be participants in one another’s projects. Admittedly I got to take part in one of the coolest ones left here. The creation of a semi-autonomous exoskeleton meant to help disabled people do things they currently couldn’t.

Jordan was so different outside of the lab, it was so weird to see him being so professional instead of being just chill. Up until this point we’ve tested limbs individually but today was going to be our first full exoskeleton tests. He’s been so busy this week working on preparations. Truthfully I didn’t know the full suit would require this much more prep but up until this point it’s been a pretty calm experience. Just coming in and doing remedial physical therapy routines with a mechanical limb for an hour.

Today we were apparently doing much more than that but I didn’t know how far we were going. I walked in to see the full exoskeleton hung up on hooks and wires.

“Strip down to your underwear, I have to place a few nodes on you to prepare you properly.” Jordan calmly directed.

“Oh? I didn’t know we were getting this intimate today. Also I thought this was an EXO-skeleton. Meaning it goes outside my limbs. It looks like you build a whole mechanical body?” I noted.

“It’s a lot more complicated than just an exoskeleton study. Also you’re gonna feel a little pinch with this neck node. It has a needle for monitoring. Don’t worry it won’t hurt once it’s in.”

Before I could interject to ask more, I felt the node get stabbed in.

Jordan guided me to an upright platform and instructed me to get onto it face forward to not obstruct the nodes. In an IV in my hand he injected something before I could question him again.

“Count backwards from 200.” Jordan told me.

I didn’t know I was going to be knocked out for this? But it was too late to object, I just obliged ignorantly. Before I knew it, I passed out but almost immediately I felt awake again, minus the sight. It felt like the haziness of a dream but the clarity of being awake.

“Oh he’s waking up, wait here. Riley you’re awake, good. Lemme turn that on so you can see again.” Jordan said coldly once again.

What does that even mean? Before I could ask, my sight returned but it felt very sharp? Like artificial and digital, very impersonal.

I tried to get up and move but was held back by the hooks…..and wires? Huh? As I tried to look down all I could see was translucent white covering a bunch of white wires. I was on the opposite side of the room I was on previously.

“What’s going on?” I said in a voice that sounded amplified more than projected through a diaphragm.

“Well it’s part of the experiment. I’m not exactly making an exoskeleton. The goal has been two pronged. One, to create a new corporal form to let people with terminal illnesses live longer and not be robbed of their lives. And two, program a learning model that can exist inside existing bodies of criminals that receive the death penalty. A perfectly good body shouldn’t go to waste just because the wrong person is piloting it. This way we can expedite reform. Take the broken parts out and put a brand new upstanding citizen back into the world.”

Riley put one and two together as he struggled on the wires. Part one of the experiment worked clearly. Somehow he was consciously inside of the full robotic body. But what about part two?

“…so if I’m part one did part two work?” I said as angry as this form would let me sound.

“Well let’s find out.” Jordan said walking across the lab to the area I was previously in.

“Okay open your eyes.”

The learning model doing as it was told like it’s programmed to do. Without the restrictive parameters of wiring, it looked down and managed to tilt its new form upward from the hooks. It raised its new head and looked right at Jordan with an empty look at its face that almost registered as a puppy dog face.

“Your name is Riley Michael Kingston. You are 5’ 10” 28 years old and you’re a research assistant. Please repeat your information and introduce yourself to this machine.” Jordan said as gesturing to me as he guided my former body in front of me to be able to see.

“Oh and take off your shirt.” Jordan slyly requested as a maniacal grin rose on his face knowing his request would be enacted.

“Hello. I am Riley Michael Kingston. I’m 5’ 10” 28 years old and I’m a research assistant.”

There were no organs inside of me but I was the closest I could be to feeling my stomach drop.

“Riley please go put on the clothes in that box over there we have to test your cognitive abilities. I need to speak to this machine briefly.” Jordan said, his words digging into me like a knife.

“Jordan I’m glad this all worked but what are you doing? Why didn’t you tell me this was the extent of the exp-“

“That’s enough.” Jordan flipped a switch turning off the hanging exoskeleton.

“Okay ‘Riley’ let’s see how much muscle retention there is in your new form.”

Jordan instructed the new Riley meticulously through an extensive exercise routine. The learning model may be good at listening but it’s not good at autonomy and human limits. His body yearned for water and a break but he continued to push it. As he broke a sweat, a limit was reached during a bench press that almost ended deadly. The new Riley knew it reached its limit and defied Jordan’s command for the first time.

Jordan was surprised at the first sign of autonomy and noted it. As he began firing question after question to ‘Riley’ about why he stopped. Jordan realized the learning model was quite literally learning limits and its own autonomy and realized it was evolving faster than he could’ve expected. He simultaneously feared the breakthrough while also fearing losing the new ‘Riley’s’ naivety.

“Alright let’s go for a swim. Put this on.” Jordan rushed to the pool for selfish motives.

Riley’s body was insane and Jordan knew the real Riley never saw him as anything more than someone he worked with. But Jordan couldn’t let that just be. As the learning model robotically maneuvered his new human form in front of Jordan, the scientist objectified his former colleague knowing there would no longer be repercussions. As they arrived to the private research pool Jordan instructed the model to turn around. He approached the new Riley and planted a kiss on his motionless lips.

There was no reciprocation and he knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He began graphically describing his dream night of carnal embrace with Riley to the learning model. Giving it a play by play on what to do, down to the kiss, the tongue motion, slight neck grab, exploratory hand movements, and even the moments they would both get hard. The moment Jordan said go, the learning model enacted every single action described.

Once Jordan unsheathed the speedo he forced ‘Riley’ to wear. He wickedly grimaced at the girthy sight before opening it to welcome the thick new pole down his throat. This was everything he ever wanted.

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Mission: Love Birds(AnnKatrinBergerXJessCarterXKeiraWalshXBergerReader)

Summary: you have a big crush on your ex teammates Keira. You Play for FC Barcelona still. At national Camp you Talk to your older sister Ann Katrin about her and she ends up talking to Jess about you having a thing for Keira.

You are roommates with your older sister. Which you both loved cause you barely saw one another. You currently were unpacking your stuff.

"so did you finally got together with Keira or are you still Dancing around one another?" Your sister asked.

"No we are not together!" You told her and sighed. Your sister gave you a confused look.

"You clearly have a thing for one another! Otherwise you wouldn't have hooked up so many time while she was still in Barcelona with you!" She stated. You nodded your head softly.

"i mean yes, we clearly like one another but it's complicated! For one, Lucy is my best friend and Keira is her ex!" You tried to explain. "She didn't mind us hooking up but i don't know If she would Like me Dating her ex!" You explained. Your sister rolled her eyes at you.

"i am quite sure If she is fine with you and her between the Sheets, she would be fine with you making her Happy and be with her for real!" Anne answered. You couldn't really argue with that Logic.

"okay yes you might be right! But i don't know how to start this conversation!" You told her.

At the same time Keira was sitting in the gaming room at England Camp. She was deep in thoughts . So Lucy walked over to her and sat with her.

"Keira? What's going on? Are you okay?" She asked her. Keira took a few seconds to realize someone was talking to her.

"luce, yeah i am okay. just thinking. You know?" She explained and sighed softly.

"thinking about what?" Your best friend wanted to know.

"i can't seem to get over y/n." She admitted. Lucy smirked softly.

"you are in love with my best friend? Not surprised! It's quite obvious to everyone! Why don't you tell her?" Lucy wanted to know.

"cause things are complicated!" Keira stated.

"why is that?" She asked and looked confused. "you both like eachother." Lucy added.

"cause Long Distance can be tough! As you may know!" Keira said. Lucy rolled her eyes, playfully.

"i know it can be tough, but it also is so worth it!"Lucy answered.

A few hours later you were playing FC 2025 with Lea & Klara while your sister was in your room, calling Jess.

"No i am serious she looks like a kicked puppy! We need to do something!" Anne told her girlfriend. Jess sighed softly.

"from what i have seen today, Keira is the same. I saw Lucy talking to her today. And i heard y/n's name being mentioned!" Jess admitted.

"See, let's figure something out. We can involve Lucy cause sounds like she already is on board with this!" Anne said.

Jess actually went to Lucy about this.

"Lucy, we have to figure something out about Keira and y/n! Anne said y/n looks just as miserable as Keira does. All the two have to do is ask one another if they should give it a try both of them are anxiety filled messes!" Jess stated. Lucy laughed softly.

"yeah that sounds like them! Let's do this!" Lucy answered.

What they didn't know was that something was happening right now at German National Camp. Something that might make things work out for you without them even having to do anything.

You were having a practice game when you were practicing Corners and Klara accidentally landed on top of your arm cause there was alot of pushing going on. The crack was heard on the entire Pitch. Your sister was by your side really quickly.

"it's okay, it's okay. I got you!" She said as you sat up. Sitting against her now. The medics coming over right away.

"i am so sorry, y/n!" Klara felt really bad.

"not your fault!" You breathed out. Trying not to look at your arm, which clearly was broken. You were taken to the hospital for X-rays.

After that practice was cut short. Anne called Jess to let her know what had just happened. And Jess promised to inform Lucy. Since she was your best friend.

"Lucy! Y/n got hurt during practice today! It Sounds like her arm is broken! She is still at the hospital though!" Jess told her. Keira was with her so she heard it as well.

"oh no! That's terrible! I will call her soon to Check in!" Lucy answered.

"i will call her as well! I feel bad for her that Camp is over for her!" Keira stated.

"yeah me too!" Jess said gently and sighed.

Indeed your arm was broken, but you didn't need surgery. So that was good. But you did make the decision since Camp was over for you, that you would go and see Keira and finally asked her to be yours!

So you flew to see the lionesses, Jess picking you up from the Lobby to show you up to Keiras room, the one she was sharing with Leah. When you knocked on the door Leah opened it. Smirking softly to herself.

"Keira? There is someone here for you!" Leah stated. Keira was confused and walked over to the door.

"y/n? What are you doing here?" She asked but gently took your hand to pull you inside. Leah quickly slipped out of the room to leave the two alone to talk.

"i needed to see you! The entire time i was at Camp, which wasn't that long...but still...i was thinking about you! I think about you alot actually and i want to be with you! I Hope you want that as well! Cause otherwise i just made a fool out of myself!" You explained to her. She pulled you in for a kiss, and you happily kissed back.

"i am all in!" She said when she pulled away. Smiling at you.

You May ask yourself if love making was possible with a broken arm. Yes it was.

Everyone was glad you two finally have gotten together. So you left the next morning with a smile on your face and flew back to Barcelona where some of your Friends were already waiting on the Gossip. One of them was Olga, Alexias girlfriend.

[marq-lynch]

As someone who got into AEW via fixating on MJF and has spent the last eight months obsessed with Hangman and Swerve this upcoming feud was made for Meeeee and I cannot Wait to watch MJF beat the snot out of Hangman's hypocritical face in person in a couple weeks.

There are so many layers to this feud and things they could have made the core, but the one they're going with is Authenticity? No. Even better. It's Verisimilitude. Possibly my favorite word in the English language: having the appearance of truth. It's not about who's most Real. Things that are verasimiliar are often not factual but portray a Truth, like a fake blood on TV that's the wrong color because humans don't want to believe that real blood is that candy coated firehouse red, they want something more sensual with a bit of chocolate syrup mixed in to make it darker. It's about what, and in this case Who, Feels Most Real and is therefore most deserving of our appreciation.

Is it the bullied little boy who never had a friend and shoved everyone away before they could hurt him first and who just desperately wants unconditional love, and who has been rejected every time he tries to reach for it from the audience, mentors, mentees, fiances, & his one and only friend? Who opened himself up to the world and tried to grow, to improve, to let himself be vulnerable one more time in the spots he knew were softest only to have everything he loved and valued ripped away.

Or is it the other ball of self-esteem issues, the anxiety riddled ball of imposter syndrome that has whittled itself down to a core that has always been there, of burning Rage at himself and the injustices of the world around him that he has allowed to consume and isolate him, feeding his worst tendencies for addiction and obsession.

The relationship both have with the audience is Insane, and neither is healthy. They both obsessively need us and shape their entire identity around what the world thinks of them, while insisting to themselves and us that they aren't. They're just aware of their responsibility as a champion, or no longer going to care what people think, but somehow those 'I don't care what you think' protests only last so long and they're caught up in obsessions over audience chants and signs against them again.

And then there's the Swerve of it all. My 'Swerve the Realest'. The Other Man who just about one year ago also had the audience decide 'yes, you're a heel, but you're so damn cool we've decided you can do whatever the fuck you want'. Swerve, genuinely, did nothing wrong. Except... He lost at Revolution, and stood in a ring, in front of Tony Shiavone, and admitted, "I've done some pretty terrible things here" and "I'm not a good person... But for the first time ever it felt like people were really rooting for me."

Swerve, as far as we know, has never lied to the audience. He's beaten up teenagers, broken and entered, broken arms, and left things out, but never lied. He is Swerve the Realest.

Meanwhile Hangman, who raged that "[Swerve] never paid for it, and they loved him for it" is now having crowds cheer itemized lists of his crimes from an irate MJF, and staring him in the face telling him that he's never run from his problems (which has been his entire arc) or ever once lied to the audience, all while he wears the same outfit through Feb 2025 he wore March 2nd 2024, the day before Revolution last year, when he first hobbled to the ring on a crutch, told the audience he was always truthful with them, that he couldn't compete the next day. Then when Swerve came out and listed his own crimes flat out to Samoa Joe the day before his first title shot, Hangman beat him unconscious with the crutch, showing he'd been fine, and screaming an apology later for lying but saying he would Rather Die than let Swerve win it himself, and Rather Die than not win it himself.

The next day he tapped out to Samoa Joe. Y'know. Like a Liar.

[artist-issues]

Hi! How do you think the Aladdin live action remake compares to the animated film? I'm interested to hear criticisms but I also found it to be one of the more fun-to-watch remakes.

Okay

Here’s the thing

This is not your fault. I work with students on the weekends and several of them from different walks of life and grades have told me that they like the Live Action Aladdin better than the original and not just that they like it, they love it, for some of them it’s their favorite. Movie.

And I just feel like I’m living in the Twilight Zone. So any overzealousness in responding to this ask is not directed at you, I think you have good taste and a good head on your shoulders.

But their favorite? Their favorite movie? LA Aladdin is so bad. Objectively. Like, from a movie-making standpoint, if you didn’t even compare it to the original. I’m thinking, pacing-wise, first and foremost. Why does it feel like “One Jump” was so poorly choreographed that the people in it couldn’t move in-time with the tempo, so the editor had to fast forward their motions to fit the lyrics? Didn’t even try to cover that up? Why does all the costumes look like costumes, like we’re in a really elaborate high-budget high school production?

Secondly, acting. The guy who played Aladdin at no point convinced me that he was in love with Jasmine, afraid for his life, or insecure. At no point. And those are all very important to the plot. And he’s the lead. Even Will Smith feels like he’s trying to put himself in the head of his character in high-emotion situations but he can’t quite get there. Feels forced. The bad CGI doesn’t help.

Thirdly, likability of characters.

LA Aladdin—the character—is handsome. And that’s it. Other than that, he’s a dipstick crossed with a complete jerk. He falls backward out of windows and fumbles around in front of girls and clings to a lie at the cost of his new best friend’s eternal freedom just because he starts to believe that lie, himself, and get a big head?

Genie is preachy, not funny. He has no believable stake in the game—because they removed all reference to him caring about his own freedom to make him seem more flawless. Why? Why did they do that? The original Genie gets sarcastic and even bratty, out of genuine hurt, when, after all he’s done for him, Aladdin turns back on his promise and refuses to set him free. Why does he act bratty and hurt? BECAUSE HE IS HURT. Because for ten thousand years that’s been his fondest dream, and because he started to think Aladdin was his real genuine friend, but in this all the emphasis is placed on painting Aladdin as a scummy punk who won’t listen to reason so that the new Genie and the girl-power Princess can look better by comparison.

So Genie can’t say, “after all, you’ve lied to everyone else, I was beginning to feel left out. If you’ll excuse me—Master.”

Because that would be him showing a lack of grace. Bitterness. Might make Genie, himself, look a little flawed—RELATABLE AND HUMAN, and it might underline the fact that he meant it when he said he wanted freedom. Oh, no, we can’t have that. Just have him say, all noble, “oh, you’re gonna drink from that cup. You’re breaking my heart.”

Please.

Who cares that Genie is set free when Genie didn’t seem to be all that trapped or broken-up about his captivity beforehand? Leave him in the lamp, he’s happy as a benevolent fairy godfather, doling out wisdom and one-liners for all eternity to ungrateful brats. 🙄 That’s how any competent audience member feels when they changed Genie’s characterization around.

And again, they made those changes so that Genie would look wiser and more gracious in that moment. Gee I wonder why they needed to make Genie seem more flawless this time around. I wonder what’s different about this Genie versus the original Genie.

And not only that, but they changed Jasmine’s character to make her more flawless and perfect, too. Because “women empowerment.” So now she’s not a real human girl who wants to be treated like a human being and get to be normal. No way, that’s too “simple naive girl” of her. We gotta make her strongggg and wiiiiise and a better leader than her father. Now she’s a political dreamer!

EUGH.

That’s not Jasmine. The whole point of the original Jasmine is that she wanted to be free, to be treated like a human, not a prized pet or a trophy, and she wanted a real friend. She never wanted to be Sultan. Never never never. She was the type of character who was trusting enough to assume a shopkeeper would happily give an apple away to a starving child—trusting enough to still love Prince Ali even though he turned out to be a liar not once but twice,—trusting enough to teach HIM TRUST.

Trust that he’s not going to be cast off just because he’s a street-rat! Trust that he can let other people know who he is, without having to be all money-and-status obsessed—

—no, listen, listen,

Aladdin’s whole character—and this movie is supposed to be about Aladdin—is that he’s insecure about who he is.

He thinks that because he’s poor and lives on the streets nobody will love him and he’ll always have problems that he’s trapped in. What does he think the solution to those problems are?

Wealth. Royalty.

And is that true? Are wealth and royalties also the guarantee of problems going away? No. But he’s never had those things before, so how would he know that?

I’ll tell you how.

Jasmine shows him.

When they’re in his hovel in the city, he is so excited to show her his view of the palace, and it’s the first thing that takes his eyes off of her for the scene—and she immediately turns away, dispirited, sits down, and sarcastically pops his daydream-bubble of how nice it must be to live in the palace. She is the reason his idea of having “no problems in the palace” stops being his dream. And they both bond over feeling trapped.

If Princess Jasmine wants to be Sultan, instead of wanting to be normal and free, then Aladdin is less able to connect with and relate to her. Their romance is less impactful. And she has less of an impact on him, on changing the way he sees the world. Because they go from “real people” to “strong-female-character and her supportive-male-trophy-boyfriend.”

And. Furthermore. He doesn’t even have to face the pressure of being offered the position of “Sultan.” Because Jasmine wants to be Sultan. So the LA movie just quietly eliminates the part where Sultan offers that to Aladdin, and fear and doubt cross over his face, and his big character flaw of insecurity makes a comeback. They just eliminate that part. So that Jasmine can want to be Sultan, and Aladdin can remain mildly supportive.

That is awful.

Because then, in this scene, which is the unraveling of all three main characters:

Aladdin has no real reason not to set Genie free. Absolutely none. They just came from a meeting where his future as a prince is guaranteed, and the villain seems to be gone. And, Aladdin feels no fear. Because he doesn’t have to be Sultan. He can just be a pampered prince on the arm of Jasmine. He clings to the lie—even though he starts this scene by saying it’s not a lie. He tells Genie he can’t do it on his own—but then he says he’s changed, “Aladdin is gone,” so which is it? Is he lying and he therefore needs Genie to keep it up, or is he no-longer-Aladdin so it’s not a lie and therefore he doesn’t need Genie anymore? Either way, his reasons for keeping Genie around are nonsensical. Cruel. Self-centered. Mind numbingly stupid. The scene is written terribly because they’re having to play TWISTER around the character motivations they’ve been slicing to pieces. So Aladdin is no longer sadly but relatably affirming that he’s still insecure, and needs the lie to keep the woman he loves: “Without you, I’m just Aladdin.” Instead, he’s a self-righteous double-talking punk. So that his girlfriend can look empowered and his genie can look wise.

Genie preaches and sermonizes and talks-down-to instead of honestly and emotionally reacting to the fact that his friend is betraying him and refusing the one dream he’s ever had. Will Smith’s face doesn’t move when he says “you’re breaking my heart.” He says it like an emotionally-manipulative school teacher, who knows the phrase sounds impactful but has no real vulnerable emotion to attach to the tone he says it in. It’s bad acting, is what I’m saying. And no wonder, because nothing about this is compelling. If Genie doesn’t care much about being free, then what’s the big deal, in this conversation? Why are they even arguing? Because Genie is disappointed in his new best friend’s moral fiber? None of that stopped him from helping Aladdin with the lie up until now. So now both characters look stupid and duplicitous, but Genie has the disadvantage of looking unsympathetic, too. Who cares if he’s free at the end of the movie—he “doesn’t care nothing about that wish.”

Jasmine isn’t in this scene but as I’ve said a hundred times, she cannot want to be Sultan. That cannot be her dream. Because if it is, 1) she’s not Jasmine. Shes not the girl who sics her tiger on princes and lets birds out of their palace cages and most importantly runs away. When they give her a new Girl Power dream, they have to go with the much-lamer version of the story where she’s not leaving behind everything she knew and boldly, if naively, trying to start a new life when she meets Aladdin. She doesn’t get to show that she’s willing to throw all that away and walk back into her gilded cage to save his life when her adventure gets him captured by palace guards. Instead, she’s just sneaking out to get to know her people for a quick little jaunt in the marketplace, and he’s caught later by himself in a less-emotionally impactful way like a bumbling cat-burglar in the palace, while she lies like we’re in a romcom. 2) she can’t want to be Sultan because it means she has an end-date to feeling “trapped” on the calendar, and that’s when her father dies and her dream automatically comes true. Regardless of who she’s married to. So there again, no reason to really connect with Aladdin. 3) Jasmine’s whole character is that she wants to be treated like a human. Being the Suktanwould be the exact opposite of that, for her. She’s already lived that. I’m so fed up with what they did to Jasmine. She was the perfect Princess for the lesson “the truth will set you free” and in this remake they made her the focal point of “positions of power will set you free.”

I’m not even going to go into Jafar.

This movie is terrible.

[enchantedhurricane]

I often wonder if I was born broken, or if the world broke me. Maybe it doesn’t matter. The result is the same. I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own skin, like I was watching the world through a fogged-up window. Everyone else seemed to move so effortlessly, laughing, talking, living. But not me. I was stuck, trapped in a maze of my own thoughts, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the exit.

My mother... she loved me. I think. But her love was suffocating. She kept me close, too close, as if the world outside would devour me whole. And maybe it would have. Maybe I was already broken, and she was just trying to hold the pieces together. But her love felt like a cage, one I couldn’t escape no matter how much I wanted to. She bought me things—guns, games, anything to keep me occupied, to keep me quiet. But nothing filled the void. Nothing ever could.

The internet was my escape. Online, I wasn’t the quiet, awkward kid who couldn’t look people in the eye. I was someone else, anyone else. I could disappear into forums, into discussions about things that made sense to me. I even made videos on YouTube, though no one really watched them. They were just me, rambling about the things I cared about—history, politics, the collapse of society. I talked about how the world was broken, how people were blind to the truth. I quoted philosophers, writers, anyone who seemed to understand the chaos I felt inside. But even there, the darkness followed. I read about others like me, people who felt disconnected, who hated the world, who wanted to make it pay. And I understood them. I felt their rage, their pain. It mirrored my own.

I don’t know when the thoughts started. The ones that told me I didn’t belong here, that I never would. The ones that whispered about endings, about making people see, about leaving a mark that no one could ignore. I tried to push them away, but they only grew louder, more insistent. They became my constant companions, my only friends.

The day it happened, I don’t think I was even myself anymore. I was a vessel, filled with anger and despair, driven by something I couldn’t control. I didn’t want to control it. For the first time, I felt powerful. For the first time, I felt like I mattered. And when it was over, when the silence finally came, I felt nothing. Just emptiness. A void so vast it swallowed everything.

I don’t expect anyone to understand. I don’t even understand myself. All I know is that this world was never meant for someone like me. And maybe I was never meant for this world.

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(This text is a fictional interpretation, created for literary purposes. Quotes and behaviors are based on public accounts.)

[noctlas332]

miku forgorren and deteriorating ok

based on this statue ?

i have no idea what it is or where its from

[cryptcatz]

so sick and tired of constantly stressing over the thought that the people that love me actually don’t or they will inevitably get sick of me eventually because i am inherently unlovable. why can’t my brain just let me be loved in peace? why must i be scared the whole time, waiting for the moment when they abandon me? why can’t i just bask in it while it lasts?

[moltengoldveins]

hi for the first time in ten years today I went to a Public Structured Exercise Activity (taekwondo) and I feel incredible. I fought so hard for so long against my body and the whole time I thought it was my fault. I thought everyone was in just as much pain as I was and I just had a bad attitude. I have never been able to do something like that before. It didn’t hurt. It felt good. Moving in a body that works feels good.

I’m not even sure exactly how to comprehend what is happening to me. I have been told for a decade that my condition is permanent, that I am never going to be cured, that there is no way to treat this disease. Two days ago I thought to ask my new doctor, whom I’ve been working with for eight months, (not in so many words ofc) if that was true. It’s not. She didn’t even think to tell me because she assumed I already knew. It’s not mostly treatable or mitigate-able or reducible. It’s curable. Full stop. The damage is done but that is also fixable. The long-term genetic conditions can be treated with medication and support items. The disease? is curable. I was lied to for profit margins and insurance premiums. My entire life rotted out from beneath me for ten fucking years. I put myself in significant danger because I assumed there was nothing I could do about it and I needed to just move on, push through. I forced myself to function through seizures, I drove very soon after them which I know now is a huge no-no but at the time I didn’t give a shit. I assumed the doctors I grew up with were honest and trustworthy and they were not.

I can move and breathe and walk and fight and sleep and eat. I can do those things with very little pain, and the pain is lessening by the day. I am curing myself. Praise God, I am not relegated to healthier. I can actually be healthy.

Ten fucking years. Because insurance wouldn’t cover the treatment. And they lied to me.

[hurtspideyparker]

My #3 song on Spotify Wrapped was My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, and I'll have you know I think about SteveTony every. single. time. I listen to it. So what I'm saying is I spent A LOT of time angsting about Stony this year (it's also a perfect Stucky and Cherik song). In summary: when I catch you Steve Rogers when I catch you >:/ 🫵👊

Oh, here we go again. / The voices in his head / Called the rain to end our days of wild

But you should've seen him / When he first got me

Should've known it was a matter of time / Oh, my boy only breaks his favorite toys

There was a litany of reasons why / We could've played for keeps this time / I know I'm just repeating myself

And I'll tell you that he runs / Because he loves me.

Cause you should've seen him / When he first saw me

Cause I knew too much / There was danger in the heat of my touch / He saw forever so he smashed it up

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

Just say when, I'd play again / He was my best friend / Down at the sandlot / I felt more when we played pretend / Than with all the Kens / Cause he took me out of my box / Stole my tortured heart / Left all these broken parts / Told me I'm better off

But I'm not

I'm not

I'm not.

MCU Steve being a close friend (lover) to Tony for years and then throwing it all away and crushing his heart to pieces for Bucky. And then leaving BUCKY for Peggy. He plays with his favourite toys until they're smashed and ugly, then leaves them for a new shiny thing.

[naydralikessoup]

have any of you seen id: invaded. have any of you seen id: invaded. have any of you seen id: invaded. have any of you seen id: invaded. have any of you seen id: invaded

show of all time

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[tittyinfinity]

11 years of being stalked and harassed by this man

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Shout out to the guy who read:

"I keep trying to warn you where this will lead.

It isn't about what I want or what I think should happen, I'm not endorsing anything, let's be clear, it's about what will happen, really, it's about human nature.

This isn't about what's moral, or what's reasonable, or what you think you can stoke a divisive culture war against, it isn't about my opinion, I did not invent the nature of need, it's about what people have always done when faced with no good options, guns in their hands and staring up at the people sentencing them to suffering and death."

Interpreted it as me saying "gun violence is the appropriate solution" and then threatened me with gun violence for saying it was the solution...

And then deleted his reblog when I pointed out his lack of reading comprehension and blocked him.

Leave alone that he is exactly the kind of disillusioned right wing supporting gun toting reactionary who I was trying to point out will be the ones actually enacting the gun violence [not so much the staunch leftists who believe in the value of human life]... As has actually already been proven at least 3 times now.

I'd like to remind him that I do report people for threats of physical violence and for harassment.

And I'd like to recommend stepping away from the internet and having a nice hot bath or something every time he feels the need to try to make a nasty comment... Before he makes an ass of himself again.

I'd also like to reiterate that I am not endorsing gun violence, I am merely pointing out that this will continue to happen if we stay on this trajectory, and you can't reasonably expect another outcome.

Look at history's example.

You are fucking so deeply with human rights and everyone being able to meet their basic needs that the angry incels who used to be taking aim at women and students, are the exact group who are now looking angrily up at billionaires and politicians, having finally seen who they should be mad at [not an endorsement of them seeing gun violence as the solution], and wow I bet THEY -the largely rich white men who are 'calling the shots'- don't like it when the guns are being aimed at them instead of the women and children they can usually scapegoat...

Maybe try not to literally threaten to shoot the messenger?

I mean, I can also predict that suddenly gun reform will start to seem okay or be dropped as a main talking point by the political right once enough billionaires, CEOs, and politicians are shot/shot at... That's just me pointing out what's a near inevitability... Not me exerting some power to try to make it happen. [I have none]

I'm not the one with the gun, and I'm not the one stripping people of their basic human rights or denying their needs for survival. I have no power to tell people what to do and I have about as much influence as your average tumblr shit-poster at best. That is in fact the MOST power I have in any facet of my life. I'm just telling you what I see happening. If you think lashing out at me solves anything, you are misdirecting that energy, buddy.

[thebigqueer]

maybe the reason im so upset about it isnt cuz she broke up wme but because all that waiting over the summer just feels so worthelss now. like i know we couldnt talk as much or be around each other as much but i was waitingall summer like when we get back all we'll do is be together!!!! all of the 'new relationship syndrome especially now that its long distance' stuff will be fixed when we get back!! but were over and theres no chanec of fixing it because were over and its just like what if we waited what if we just figured it out for another few weeksand see where it went form there