#but they're 80% convinced he's paying him for the night

[thebitchesterbrothers]

omg yes! Can you imagine Matthews' schadenfreude that he's finally not the one who fucked up but Hob? I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this for you <3

Hob has to beg forgiveness for weeks - which is not that bad considering it mostly consists of sexual services and hey, Hob will never complain about that.

He should have become suspicious however when he asks Dream if maybe - please please - he would accompany him to a fundrasising gala of the University that Hob has to attend this weekend.

He explains that it's certainly not as exciting as banquets in the Dreaming are, it's more of a stuffy and dry affair but Hob can't find an excuse this year not to go - "and believe me, love, I tried."

So when Dream interrupts him with a smirk and the reassurance that he "would love to go and meet his colleagues" Hob should have recognized his promise to attend as what it really was, a fucking trap.

Three days later Hob is waiting anxiously for his husband. He's not really late, but it's uncommon for his love to leave him waiting. Especially tonight, in front of the biggest hall the University uses for events like these.

Just as he's looking for the pack of cigarettes he's hiding in his trouser pockets a whiff of warm sand hits him in the face. Ah, his majesty has arrived.

"I apologize for being late. Shall we go in and greet your colleagues, my dear?", his deep velvety voice asks.

Hob likes to say that nothing can shock him anymore after living for over six hundred years but damn . . . he's taking it all back.

Dream just smiles innocently at him and gestures at Hob to finally move from his spot in front of the stairs. His smile might be innocent, but the rest of him most cerrtainly is not.

Dream looks like the walking personification of sin. Hob wouldn't be surprised if he actually stole one of Desires' outfits for this evening.

To put it mildly; Dream looks like a total slut. A slut wrapped in a tiny, strapless black leather dress with an integrated corset and ... are these scales? Hob spares a moment to wonder if Dream is actually able to breathe in that thing but quickly becomes distracted by his equally impressing boots. Just as black, just as leathery, up to his knees. If Dream would decide to bend over right now...and god, he can't think about this right now.

His pale neck is covered in shiny jewellery and he decided to wear his hair long today, his loose braid adorned with a big black bow and wow, Hob has flashbacks to 1789. His eyes are artfully smudged with eyeliner and his lips look like they usually do after a proper round of snogging..or other oral activities. Full and red and ready to bite and suck on.

It's a sight to behold and every other day Hob would weep for joy and lick these boots all evening and night if Dream would ask for him to do it but tonight? Not so much.

"Dream...not that I'm not happy to see you, but what on earth are you wearing? You realize that we're about to meet my colleagues? And all my bosses? You know, old white men who have never ever seen a man in a dress before? Let alone in a dress like this!", he hisses.

"Oh Hob...," Dream lovingly pets Hobs' cheek for a second before he turns around, ascending the stairs and strutting into the open doors on his high heels.

"Of course I'm aware of that. Let us hope I will make a good impression."

Hob sighs before he follows his husband into the - very conservative and judgmental - lion's den. He deserved it.

I’m watching the sneak peek from the sandman season 2 - again and again - and all I can think about is Hob falling asleep and stumbling right into that banquet in his Snoopy pyjamas, looking for his husband.

“Dream bear, where the hell are you hiding…oh.”

askdajioaDSLKDADKOSDOSD bestie I have been thinking about this ask all morning, and it's SUCH a hysterical thought.

Like imagine, you're Dream of the Endless, trying to be your biggest, baddest self, you're literally billions of years old, and everyone else at this banquet has a few thousand years of life on them too. This banquet is a massive deal, it's the meeting that will determine WHO GETS TO RULE HELL, so everyone is dressed to impressed and intimidate, because of course. You gotta dress for the job you want after all, and new ruler of Hell is a big job.

And then, while everyone's arguing about who is the Most Qualified to rule Hell, suddenly this human, this baby, comes stumbling into the middle of everything? Who is this loser, and why is he cuddling Dream like he's just some weird teddy bear??? Why is he not afraid like the rest of them are????

Dream is glaring nine ways to Sunday at Matthew, who was supposed to be guarding the door. But Matthews just like "Bro don't look at me, that's YOUR human, not my fault you taught him how to lucid dream and now he just wanders wherever he wants! Hob didn't even need the door."

After Hob gets shuffled out, still sleep confused, the whole banquet dinner derails as everyone's now more concerned about Dream's dating life vs politics. Does the human know everything about Dream and his past disastrous relationships? Does Dream know he's a cradle robber, and why a human of all things?! Oh he's immortal, well now that's interesting, how did that come about hmmmmm? Oh your sister did it? FASCINATING.

[skxllz]

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 + 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who combs their fingers through lucifer's hair during any given chance. they're aware he can be a stressed out, self-pitying man who just needs some sort of release from all the baggage he carries amongst his shoulders. head pets and playing with his hair comforts him <3.

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who often bakes sweets for lucifer's daughter but saves him a few ‘cause he never treats himself. surprising him with little duck-themed sugar cookies always causes the king the clutch a hand to his chest, little beads of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. don't tell anybody, but he's a sucker for your baking :).

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who has the habit of saying ‘ I love you, amor! ’ everytime they leave, or lucifer leaves, a room. it could just be momentarily and yet, it's still said — lucifer adores the act though, and his heart flutters everytime. he's never been reminded so many times of how much he's loved.

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes pinky promises with lucifer everytime he tends to get stuck in his head. — “ I'm not going anywhere, luci. ever. ” - “ you promise? ” - “ I promise. ” — he's aware how much pinky promises mean to them, just the act of hooking their fingers around one another is enough to soothe the fallen angel's spirit.

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who convinces lucifer to have father-daughter days to further repair his and charlie's relationship. he was afraid unsure of the idea at first, but was later persuaded once you showed up at his room with the blonde herself, a copy of beauty and the beast, and a promise to shower him in all of the kisses he deserves at a later date. how could he say no to that? — the night ended swell because him and charlie were hugging, babbling, in tears from the movie.

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who spoils lucifer with gifts whenever they can. he's usually the one rewarding others’ with gifts, so to be the one getting presents in return was surely something. it was always worth it in your eyes to see the man you love light up like a christmas tree just from the sight of a brand new tool set to craft his rubber ducks with. he appreciated it very much and couldn't express it enough!

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes a mixtape of earth's greatest 70's-80's hits. they were alive during the 90's/2000's and figured good ol’ luce would enjoy songs from two very phenomenal decades! he ends up really enjoying billy joel :).

♡ ⎬ soft! reader who makes a habit out of taking polaroid pictures of lucifer when he isn't paying attention. you keep a photo album of all of the pictures to give them to him on his not birthday! it's not only to build memories, but to show you love and appreciate every aspect of him. — when you do give it to him, he ends up staring at the pictures for a good five minutes before slowly standing up and hugging you. you're stuck with the king of hell clinging to you for the rest of the night, shoulder soaked in tears of thankfulness.

❥❥❥

I could add more but this is all I could think of for now 😅

[baronessblixen]

For the last time...

Prompt: 1. "It's not too late, let's go."

IVF arc, angsty fluff: They're supposed to go to the Gunmen's Halloween party, but there's something they need to make sure of first. (wc: 1,320)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 31: Trick or Treat

When she asks Mulder what she can bring to the Gunmen’s annual Halloween party, she doesn’t expect him to say paper towels. But he does. She repeats the word, and he laughs, saying yes, paper towels and he’ll explain later. That is why she’s at the drugstore at 5 p.m., looking for said paper towels. Except she’s in the wrong aisle. In front of her are pictures of smiling women, chubby-cheeked babies, and blue skies.

Pregnancy tests.

At first, she just stares at them. She just took a wrong turn and now she’s confused as to why there are pregnancy tests. Then, she takes one from the shelf. Just to see what it says. This isn’t the first time she’s buying a test. If she’s buying one, anyway. She bought one once, when she was in college where she prayed every night that she wasn’t pregnant. Another one a few weeks ago, and this time praying that she was. In the end, she’d been pregnant neither time. Third time’s the charm, she thinks.

“Paper towels,” she mumbles, reminding herself why she's really here, but she’s unable to leave the aisle. Her period is late. Has been for a few days. She didn’t think much of it – still doesn’t. It’s been late before. With their job, it seems a given. And yet.

She stares at the boxes and she thinks of Mulder. They only just started being intimate. She can still count their sexual encounters on one hand. That’s how new it is. Just thinking of him makes her feel warm all over. Somewhere across town, he’s getting ready for the Halloween party at the Gunmen's, unaware of what she’s going through. ‘We don’t need condoms’, she’d said that first time. Maybe, she thinks, glaring at the boxes, she was wrong.

She decides to buy a test. An emergency pregnancy test, so to speak. She quickly makes her way through the store, picking up the paper towels, and a bag of candy corn, suddenly craving the overly sugary treat. She pays for everything and hides the pregnancy test at the bottom of her bag. It’s in there just in case, after all.

At home, she puts the pregnancy test and its implications out of her mind. But every once in a while, she glances at her bag, where the test remains hidden. She snacks on the candy corn while she gets ready and waits for Mulder.

“Trick or treat.” A voice that’s distinctively Mulder’s follows after a series of knocks. Scully smiles, opening the door to him. He’s surrounded by several small kids, all grinning up at her, some of them with missing teeth. There’s a little Batman, a Spiderman, and a witch. Luckily, she prepared a bowl with candy and she hands each child some of it, and every single one thanks her. Watching them, she tears up, her hormones overwhelming her.

“Have a spooky night,” Mulder says to them and they giggle as they make their way to the next apartment.

“Hey you,” he says, but his smile quickly fades. “Scully? Are you okay?” She nods, turning away from him because she’s convinced she will start crying any second. She hears the door click close and Mulder follows her inside. He’s gentle as he puts his arms around her from behind.

“What is it?” he whispers into her ear. “Did something happen?”

“No,” she replies truthfully. “I think I’m just tired.” She doesn’t want to burden Mulder with possibilities. Or pipe dreams. She isn’t pregnant. She can’t be pregnant. Buying that test was the worst idea she’s had in a long time.

“We can just stay in,” he says. “Hand out candy to the kids, go to bed early.”

“We’re not 80, Mulder,” she says, finding herself chuckling. She hopes they’re still doing this in 10 years, in 20. Maybe even when they’re 80.

“I know we aren’t.” He waggles his eyebrows at her. “I can think of lots of things we can do staying home.” He’s nuzzling her neck, his nose tickling her skin. She playfully pushes him away and he just grins at her with a dreamy look. What if their child smiles that exact same way? Her expression falters. There is no what if. There’s no child.

“Hey, what did I say? I know it’s Halloween, but you’re scaring the shit out of me.” Instead of answering him, she picks up her bag and hands it to him.

“Look inside,” she says quietly. He takes out the paper towels and then gasps. His eyes shoot up and meet hers.

“Is that- did you take it? Are you? Is it? Are you all right, Scully?”

“I didn’t take it. I don’t know why I bought it. I’m late, and I- I just stood there and I got it just in case. It was a dumb idea.”

“Since when do you eat candy corn?” Mulder asks and for a moment she’s perplexed. He points at the small bowl on the table. “You hate that stuff.” Unlike him, who stuffs one of the colorful treats into his mouth.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I felt like eating it.”

“Take the test, Scully,” he says, pressing the box into her hand. “I think… I think maybe today is a good day to test fate.”

“The Gunmen are expecting us.”

“They can wait. This can’t.”

“It’s not too late,” she says, trying to tug at his sleeve. “Let’s go.” He slowly shakes his head at her. It’s now or never.

“I’ll even hold your hand.”

“While I pee?”

“If that’s what you want,” he says solemnly.

“You can hold my hand after.”

And that’s what he does. His hand is sweaty, and she feels the restlessness inside him. If he weren't holding her hand, he'd be pacing. But she needs his strength, and he gives it to her willingly.

“Do you want me to talk?” he asks. “Or be quiet? I can do either.”

“You can talk, Mulder,” she says softly, smiling.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s a first.”

“This is too important,” he says. “I don’t want to jinx it. Which one do you think did it?” She turns to look at him. “I think it was the second time. Not the first. We didn’t know what we were doing. The second time. I think that’s when it took.”

“Mulder, we don’t know what the test is gonna say.”

“When have I ever been wrong? About anything that’s important?” She wants him to be right. She’s never wanted anything as much as this. “Your hand is ice-cold, Scully.”

“I’m nervous.”

“So am I, but I have a good feeling. A very good feeling. How much longer?” A moment later, the alarm dings. Scully’s heart races in her chest. The next second will change everything. The greatest joy or the biggest disappointment.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, her voice breaking. “Can you look?”

“You want me to do it? Are you sure?” She nods, tears in her eyes. She watches Mulder reach for the test with trembling hands. Her eyes are on his face, trying to read it. He blinks at the small plastic stick before he turns to her. “Trick or treat, Scully?”

“What?” she asks.

“Trick or treat,” he repeats, trying to keep his face neutral. But there’s something. A glimmer. Her heart is still racing, but she’s going to take a chance.

“Treat,” she says.

He shows the test to her, his hand shaking. “We’re gonna have a child,” he says with a laugh.

“We’re,” she begins, breaking off. She takes the test from him and there it is. Clear as day. She’s pregnant.

“I knew it when I saw the candy corn,” he says, taking her into his arms. “You’re pregnant, Scully. We did it. We got our miracle.”

“We did,” she says, still in awe. “We really did it.”

[terrence-silver]

Okay but like past twig and John having a sleepover with tiny da eun and watching her over the summer they would be the best caregivers with her

---

Realistically, I think Terry Silver would hate that. 😬

Not the spending time with John Kreese bit in whatever capacity said time might be spent, but the fact that there's this little kid there...taking up all the damn attention. And he doesn't like sharing. He wants to be the focus. He wants him and John to be the focus and them hanging out. Sure, he charmingly tolerates her for John's sake (and for their Sensei's sake) because John seems taken with her and Terry, he follows John's lead, always, doing everything to appease his friend, but at the same time it's like a clear distraction for the two of them, the adult men, to actually go and do adult men things while out in Korea. They survived Vietnam, for god's sake! They're going through some of the most torturous, backbreaking training known to man under this Master. They've earned their leisure and their fun. Terry's thinking a night out, hookers, blackjack, cigars, some unhinged underground sex club somewhere, down in some nearby city where they preform the craziest things and booze and he'll undoubtedly insist on paying the entire bill for all of these activities too, because why not, but here's this little girl John's playing house with and mothering. Oh, he's a caregiver alright, it is just that Terry thinks John should, you know...stop. It's like, first it is Johnny Lawrence being his hyperfocus back in the States and now it's Kim Da Eun in Korea. They could go out into the jungles of Borneo and Terry swears John would found a pet project for himself there too and there he would be, good, devoted friend that he is, entirely indulging him in it. If he wants to adopt, he should've just said so. Terry knows some people who know some people who can make all the right calls. Sheesh. And what's worse, Master Kim Sun-Yung might just agree with Terry's sentiment and think Da Eun has no business taking up his student's time because this isn't a kindergarten, this is a dojang --- they're his acolytes and not her play-dates, nannies and friends --- leading to punishment possibly ensuing for the little girl. Children with children. Men with men. Keep the two separate is what Master Kim Sun-Yung could say. If Terry discreetly rats her out (which he just might if it means this whole summer camping nonsense is put an end to) he thinks it is well deserved and Terry's convinced it was well deserved too seeing as how this kid downright got in the way of everything, mainly John and him. Master Kim doesn't consider John that good of a student not based on skill, but perhaps due to this lingering softness that should just die already. And it definitely does die by the 80's --- we know that. Terry doesn't have it. That's why he's the actual star golden boy of the dojang. He's duplicitous, he tells on people, he schemes, he's cruel, he's slithery, he's so disciplined and self-content about it he's almost too rigid at times and these are, ironically, top notch Cobra qualities their Master appreciates even at the expense of his own grandchild.

Because Silver knows the creed and ways of things around here.

A little too well, I might add. Takes to it like a fish to water.

He just stands by and blankly watches Da Eun get flogged by her grandfather, even going as far as trying to stop John from intervening. That man doesn't give that many damns for that girl. Perhaps he was only ever just nice enough to warrant Da Eun wanting to fly in to to States decades later, but even that, by the looks of her, she did begrudgingly. First thing she does is ask for John. Woman wasn't at all tremendously pleased to see Terry. Sure, she and her goons immensely respect him and bow to him, but there's no visibly grand warmth there.

But, like, not that we'll ever know for sure, but I feel there's an obvious reason Kim Da Eun likes John Kreese much better in later years and it is the clear fact he was somehow, in ways we'll never see, more genuine towards her. Kids have a way of sensing this. And the adults later on carry this realization forth with them through life. John liked her and Terry was only pretending to, and in fact, probably not even pretending that hard. He never once interacts with her as a child and possibly cordially ignored her and was only ever that typical, artificial manner of faux-polite for the Master's and John's sake. I could be reaching with the characterization but I feel, somewhere deep down, in the vaguest of ways, Kim Da Eun remembers.

Not that Terry dislikes Da Eun, he probably only ever liked her around because John liked her around (And anything for John, right?) but that is probably simultaneously the reason he didn't like her around too much.

[greyrain23]

hi hello grey!! ♥︎ i saw your recent developments re: your selfship with sunday — and i was just dropping by to ask if you would ever talk more about you two? 🥺 are there any certain headcanons you'd like to share, perhaps some related to the chillier winter season approaching? hehe :3 i'm so curious to learn more about the grey x sunday ship waaah!!!

OMG 😭🩷 I'm always so shy sharing my selfships 🤭🤭 THANK YOU FOR ASKING AA

I don't think I've 100% gotten Sunday's character down, so I haven't written anything properly, BUT

I'm a cold person- like physically lmao, I wear a sweater in 80°F so when winter comes around I'm FREEZING. when Sunday works, I cuddle up in his lap~ I move a little too much cause I have trouble sitting still until I focus on something so he lets me play with his wings while he works 🥰🥰

Honestly- my hands are too cold for his wings but he doesn't complain much 🫶 sometimes he holds my hands in his until they're warm, then I can play with the feathers again.

Had the hardest time convincing him that I can clean his wings properly- I HAVE EXPERIENCE I SWEAR- I've had a bird half my life, so I can handle him nicely~ I love preening his wings with him, and even though he doesn't say he likes it I know he quietly does

I LOVE when he bundles me up in his wings outside. He's so warm all the time~

He got me some nice warm gloves with those heated packet thingies, so sweet~ my fingers aren't cold in the snow anymore!

Oh oh‐ I hate to admit that I've got terrible mood swings NOT just on my period (it's just so much worse during that week 🫤) so I'll be like perfectly happy and suddenly wanna cry and the way he holds me is so nice. He'll wrap his arms around me, tuck my face into his chest and we just sit there. I don't really like talking when I'm crying cause it tends to make it worse. He knows that so we just sit quietly until I've calmed down 😭🫶

I like to calm him down by running my fingers through his wings and hair, letting him lay in my lap, he's so stressed all the time, taking care of everything and everyone. Gosh, if he'd let me, I'd pull him out of work for a whole week so we can just snuggle and binge junk tv~

We were watching Robin's concert and- don't tell anyone, but I think I saw some tears. I like to get him his sister's merch for gifts. He LOVED the keychain I got him! I haven't seen it off of his bag since~

Mr. Perfect tried to reassure me that I'm so pretty, but gurl- without being all dolled up, I look like I'm homeless next to him 😭 I have to make myself look nice and pretty for just a trip to the store so I match with him 😮‍💨

I hate taking my makeup off so much, but Sunday does it for me sometimes. I think he's helped Robin take her makeup off too, cause he's so gentle but he gets it all off!

I took him on a shopping date- I said I was gonna pay, but he bought practically everything. Only when I told him off he let me pay for drinks- JUST the drinks! I was trying to treat him 😓

When we go to sleep, he likes to tuck me under his wing to hold me close, those ones are more sensitive, always being tucked under his coat.. I get the special privilege of being the only one besides himself to touch and clean them 🤭

He's a really quiet sleeper, but here's another thing you can't tell him! When he dreams, he chirps like a little finch 🥰🥰

That's all for now! I've gotta head to bed haha, but thanks sooo sooo much for asking! It's fun telling someone about it! You and Al Haitham sleep well! Keep each other warm during the colder nights, hehe!

[cantsayidont]

Haterating and hollerating in the 1980s. None of these movies has any meaningful wlw content, so just assume the answer to "CONTAINS LESBIANS?" is "No."

VIDEODROME (1983): I'd never actually seen all of this loopy, surreal David Cronenberg thriller about an opportunistic Canadian TV station president (James Woods) who becomes convinced that a mysterious series of pirate broadcasts showing scenes of torture and murder might be the Next Big Thing, resisting all attempts to warn him off until it's far too late. Like SCANNERS (which I had seen), its influence has been so outsized that much of it feels familiar even on first viewing, including the film's now-notorious forays into body horror, which, if you're expecting them, are no longer really that shocking (although they are often memorably icky). What's less expected, and thus more striking, is the film's Pynchon-like (Pynchonian? Pynchonesque?) deadpan absurdity; the story is full of characters with names like Blanca O'Blivion (Sonja Smits), daughter of Marshall-McLuhan-like media theorist Brian O'Blivion, and Barry Convex (Leslie Carlson), a sinister optician who's also a defense contractor. It's really very funny, in the same mode as John Carpenter's later THEY LIVE. Judging by the sheer density of ridiculous stuff happening even around the edges, like the brief snippet we see of the weird call-in show hosted by Nicki Brand (Debbie Harry, who's less prominently featured than I'd been given to expect), I can only assume it was intentional, although Cronenberg's narrative straight face and the outsize reactions to the goopy "videocassette orifice" stuff stood in the way of its being recognized as a comedy. (That it's a satire should of course be obvious.) VERDICT: One of those movies you need to see for reasons of cultural literacy, even if it's not really your thing, but perhaps not while eating.

GOTCHA! (1985): Before finding his niche on the TV show ER, Anthony Edwards had a burgeoning career as one of the more obnoxious of the many obnoxious young male stars of the '80s, offering an insufferable combination of earnestness and smarm in films like REVENGE OF THE NERDS and this dumb teen adventure, obviously intended to capitalize on a then-popular campus fad. Horny 18-year-old UCLA veterinary student Jonathan Moore, whose favorite hobby is the titular paintball assassination game, decides to go to Europe with a friend (Alex Rocco, who has more charisma in his minor supporting role than Edwards musters in his entire '80s filmography) and falls for a hot older woman called Sasha (Linda Fiorentino), who soon involves Jonathan in some deadly real-world espionage. The midsection, set in Paris and Berlin, is an okay if unremarkable Cold War thriller, with Edwards relatively tolerable as a fish out of water; the movie's best scene has him hitching a ride with a van full of German punks who love DALLAS. Unfortunately, the third act returns to L.A. and attempts to pay off the paintball-game setup, with preposterous results. Also, if you're much older than the protagonist, the way the story wraps up Jonathan's relationship with Sasha will likely seem a little creepy. VERDICT: Misses the mark.

INTO THE NIGHT (1985): Oddball black comedy thriller starring Jeff Goldblum as Ed Okin, a depressed, insomniac aerospace engineer who over the course of one long night becomes the unlikely savior of a beautiful woman (Michelle Pfeiffer) who's being pursued by an assortment of deadly enemies. Goldblum has fun with his character, who hasn't slept in days and is no longer capable of any emotional response beyond mild dismay (something that becomes progressively funnier as the situation escalates), and he has excellent rapport with Pfeiffer, who's not so much a femme fatale as an aging good-time girl who's worn out her welcome just about everywhere. Unfortunately, they're saddled with a script that often seems like an unfinished draft, with a murky, rather racist plot that's full of setups for gags whose punchlines are still marked "TBA," and punctuated by bursts of violence that are frequently meaner than called for (the fate of the Kathryn Harrold character is especially nasty, and completely gratuitous). Dan Ackroyd, David Bowie, Vera Miles, Irene Papas, and other prominent stars pop up in minor roles, usually for no more than a scene or two, and director John Landis peppers the film with guest appearances by other film directors (including Roger Vadim, Paul Mazursky, David Cronenberg, and Jim Henson, among others), which is distracting if you recognize them and puzzling if you don't. VERDICT: Goldblum and Pfeiffer are great, but Landis's weird indulgences leave it feeling like a private joke.

MANHUNTER (1986): Mesmerizing Michael Mann adaptation of the Thomas Harris novel RED DRAGON, with William Petersen as Will Graham, Dennis Farina as Jack Crawford, Tom Noonan as the "Tooth Fairy" killer, Joan Allen as Reba, and Brian Cox as Hannibal Lecter (for some reason spelled "Lecktor"). It has a very different narrative center of gravity than later Hannibal Lecter movies or the HANNIBAL TV show, though it's no less stylized, with striking use of color and music (most memorably in the finale, which uses Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" diegetically). Like most such stories, it's ideologically objectionable — though arguably less so than THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS — but it's certainly effective, and less hokey than the 2002 adaptation with Ed Norton. Long, slow-paced (particularly in the director's cut), and not very deep, but if you catch it in the right frame of mind, its blend of chilly psychological detachment and procedural minutiae is almost hypnotic. VERDICT: A movie to dissociate to.

THE MANHATTAN PROJECT (1986): If OPPENHEIMER struck you as too pompous and amoral, try this decent if implausible mid-'80s teen movie about a high school science prodigy (Christopher Collet) who decides to protest the secret DOE lab run by his mom's nerdy new scientist boyfriend (John Lithgow) by stealing some plutonium from the lab with the help of his aspiring teen reporter sort-of girlfriend (a babyfaced Cynthia Nixon) and then building his own atomic bomb. The first half relies too heavily on its hyper-competent (and singularly arrogant) kid hero effortlessly outwitting doofus adults, although it works well enough on its own terms. Things pick up in the exciting third act, which is enlivened by a terrific performance by Lithgow, supported by John Mahoney as a hard-bitten Army colonel who's decided the best way to contain the situation is to kill the boy as soon as they can separate him from the bomb. Collet is quite good, if not terribly likeable; Nixon does her best with an underwritten supporting role. VERDICT: The intended moral point ends up a little muddy, but an attempt was made, which is more than one can say for Nolan's overblown epic.

MIRACLE MILE (1988): AFTER HOURS at the end of the world: What begins as a treacly romance about a dweebish musician (Anthony Edwards at his most objectionably saccharine) falling for a diner waitress (Mare Winningham with a truly unfortunate haircut) takes an extremely dark turn as our hapless hero answers a misdialed pay phone call and learns that nuclear war is about to begin, setting him on a frantic, surreal late-night quest to find his dream girl and get them both out of L.A. before it's destroyed by (presumably) Soviet missiles. It's a frightening premise for a perfectly dreadful script whose painfully contrived setup, cartoonish characters (including Denise Crosby as an unlikely diner patron who seems to know something about what may be going on), and uneasy half-comic tone undermine its credibility at every turn. The urgency and uncertainty of the threat are enough to hold your attention for about an hour, but from there, the story has nothing left to do but to play out the string, leading to an incredibly nihilistic finale not recommended for anyone in an emotionally fragile state. VERDICT: Memorably weird, but not in a good way.

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12 48 and 80 for the otp questions :D

hey!! <3

they're talking about this ask game!

12. who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

ah! i kind of already answered this here, but! i can tell you who has the most nightmares technically speaking! it's Light. because of the death note and the fact that L doesn't sleep much to begin with. No sleep = no nightmares, it's a genius plan!

48. what is their most memorable date?

hmmm.. they have different definitions of memorable dates tbh. god i love how they're complete opposites but entirely the same. anyway anyway. Light's most memorable date was when he convinced L to take him to a nice restaurant. Like nice restaurant. Light yagami standard nice. it was all candlelit and the atmosphere is exactly what he pictured when he thought of dates. L ordered real food he didn't really eat, kind of just played with. He got scolded for sitting in his chair weird by the owner who L gave him bitchy remarks to and basically told him to fuck off, he'll sit how he likes since he's paying an outrageous amount of money for food he doesnt even like. L gets a big fancy gourmet dessert that he insists Light shares with him. Watari takes them back to the hotel in the limo and Light feels very full of good food and adoration.

L's most memorable date is when Light read him one of his favorite books. Something Light read in high school that just always stuck with him. He has the same copy and L found it one day when he was shamelessly snooping through a box of Light's stuff that Sachiko shipped to them. On a quiet night with nothing to do, L came up behind Light and held the worn out book between his finger and thumb and asked for him to read it out loud to him. He agreed and L got in Light's personal bubble, all but smushing their cheeks together to see the pages. They went through the entire book that night and L really enjoyed everything about it :)

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80. what do they love about each other the most?

Light loves that L doesn't give a shit about what people think of him. He can sit however he wants and dress how he wants, not caring if people stare or whisper. He can be rude and blunt and the last thing on his mind would be if people still like him or not. he just doesn't care about his image and I think Light would really admire, envy, and love that about him. As for L, he likes that Light can keep up with him, not even with intellect but also banter, jokes, witty comebacks. L will say bitchy, rude, blunt things to everyone and they get offended and tell him off, which he doesn't give a shit of they do. but with Light, he has a rude and bitchy remark already out of his mouth before L can even guess what it'll be. He loves that he can keep up.

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I forgot to take my outfit for the day photo until after I took my clothes off and put them in the washer machine so enjoy another pajamas outfit of the day. Oh well.

I'm feeling very tired and emotionally and physically. I have a cough like stuck in my chest and I'm wheezing a little bit. I'm very annoyed about it. I very much just want to go to sleep right now though.

Today wasn't a bad day I was just very tired. I didn't sleep well. I had very very active dreams and when I woke up at 9 I was just kind of dead. This one was coming in and I decided to just lay in bed and play on my phone until around 10. I did yoga I got dressed. But I didn't want to really do anything. I didn't want to be a person.

I did make a really good breakfast. Two fried eggs with salsa and cheese. Half of an avocado and sour cream. It was really good.

I got to talk to Tatiana and Maya on the group chat some more. Which I've never been part of a group chat before in my entire life and there's just something really fun about it that I never really got to experience. I never really had a group of girlfriends besides the ones at Moore and this is different. So it's been fun kind of messaging them and getting advice throughout the day from them and be able to give them advice right back. I'm the oldest in the group so I feel like I should be the mom but I don't know if that's the truth. We all have nicknames and it's very fun.

I decided I wanted to walk past the dentist on my way to the bus. And I wanted to get a pack of gum. I was more concerned about the gum. So I packed my bag and headed towards the 7-Eleven. I got some gum and then went up the street. I had walked past this dentist a few times and they have a sign in the window that they're taking new patients. And I figured it was worth it to ask.

So I went in and no one was at the desk so I waited a minute and a hygienist came out and talked to me. And she helped me figure out what to do. There are secretary came back and she made me an appointment for the morning. She actually wanted me to come in today. They both did. But I wanted to go to work and while I was in pain today. The whole side of my face was kind of swollen. Emotionally I needed to wait until tomorrow. But I did it! I made an appointment. And so far it only cost me like $80. I'm not sure what the actual filling is going to cost but we are making progress.

I went and sat at the bus stop. And waited the 15 minutes enjoying the last of the Sun for the day. And I got to school. And talk to Chelsi about the weekend. We got ready for charcoal drawing. I made some examples.

But it was a hard day. We have some issues with kids not paying attention during are Journal time. And so I was annoyed enough that we just didn't go out. We all sat inside and they worked on their journals. I felt bad for the five or six that actually did The Prompt but I was just in too much pain and too tired to put up with them being lazy today. And then there was a whole thing with two of the students who just were not pay attention and just on their phones and a family member called them and we're telling them to just come outside and we kept telling them know you have to go to the office and he was getting angry at us and then he came to the classroom and took them and then came back 10 minutes later with them saying that oh he thought school was over. And we said no they can't come back and he eventually convince Chelsi to let them stay but it was very obnoxious.

And like dinner was fine but like then we get to our time and they couldn't come down and so we had to sit with our heads down for a mum was 15 minutes because we said 5 and then we kept having to restart the five because they kept talking or moving around or doing something. And that was so boring. It was not how I wanted to spend today.

But eventually we got it together. And I was able to do my lesson and they all got to experiment with charcoals and Gum Eraser and that was interesting. It was very messy. But they all made value charts in black and brown and experimented with the medium of it. It was really fun to get to watch them try something new.

We finished up the day and play a game of Simon Says and I gave them each an animal cracker for each piece of charcoal or eraser or chamois cloth or smudge stick that they brought back to me. And that was a pretty effective system. And then it was pick up and it took a little bit longer than normal but that was fine.

James texted me that he needed to just take a walk around the neighborhood but couldn't get himself to go out. So I told him to walk to my bus stop and meet me there and we can walk together. And so we did. I got the Charles Street and he was there. And we walked to the market place and had pasta and I was really tired but it was nice being with him.

We went back home to my place and he collected some of my art to take back to his apartment for the Etsy. And I collected my laundry. We took it downstairs and put it in the machine. We work together to take the kitty litter out. I cleaned it and he took it to the trash. It was really really bad. But it was handled. We made edible cookie dough. And watched videos. It was nice.

He said he didn't feel too sad anymore but we're all still really torn up about the weekend. He has a meeting tomorrow so we'll see what happens. I'm still trying to figure out the HR number so I can get in contact with someone about it. But he went home around 9 and I went and got my clothes out of the dryer. Now I'm just laying in bed.

I'm going to go to sleep now. I feel very very tired. I hope you all sleep good. Wish me luck at the dentist tomorrow. I plan on going to work but we'll see how much it takes me out. Usually when I go to the dentist and get worked on I sleep for the rest of the day so we'll see what happens. Have a good night