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Cruel Summer Ch. 8

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 7

(A/N: Thank you guys so much for reaching out during an awful time. I've been trying to write and I do have two more chapters (possibly a third) of this one written, so please bare with me as I get back into my writing routine! Love you all!)

You stood at the deck railing, just you and Chris, he held your hands in his. His eyes held questions you hadn’t wanted to answer, but you knew you had to tell him now. If everyone knew, then it was time you told him before someone else did. “In order for you to understand this…you…you may not like what I have to say,” you whispered nervously. 

Chris frowned as you sighed, pulling your hand back. “Before we got together, I…I was in love with someone else…” you stared down at your hands as they wrung each other. “The whole time we worked together on the Avengers set….I was sleeping with Evans.” you looked at him, “he wanted to keep everything lowkey, just friends with benefits…most of these songs I’ve sang…I wrote them when he and I were still fooling around, and even when you and I first went to dinner, when you told me about your divorce. He and I slept together while you were in South America. I thought he was leaving Ali for me, and he made it sound like it, but afterwards he…he told me he could never leave the girl next door, for an old co-star.” you said quietly. 

Chris stood there silently, “you had an affair with him?” he muttered. “You slept with him when I was in South America? A few weeks before I asked you out?” he asked, backing up a little as you nodded looking down. 

“Oh my god,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Why did you never tell me? Jesus Chris, you slept with him while he was with someone else?!” Teary eyed, you reached for him, “Chris-,” he withdrew from your reach. “You were in love with another man when you agreed to start seeing me…” he shook his head, “I need some time to think about all of this.” he stared at you before sighing and walking away. 

You signed softly tossing your phone back onto your bed, it had been about 3 weeks since you’d told Chris about you and Evans and everything that had happened. Chris told you he needed time, time to process the fact you had hid something important from him. You stared at the ceiling, praying that you’d hear from him soon, after all, you didn’t want him to listen to the new album and think some songs were about Evans that you clearly wrote about him. 

“Glad to be back at the big show tonight?” Megan said as she came into your hotel room. “I’m ready for things to be normal in my life,” you mumbled as she smiled sadly. “I know…you have a gift out here in the living room.” She smiled as you sighed, getting up from your bed and trudging out to see a gorgeous Blue and White hydrangea flower arrangement. “Oh my god,” you whispered, almost too nervous to look at who sent them. “Stunning…” Megan smiled as she slid the card over to you. 

You glanced at her, her small smile was reassuring enough for you to grab it gently, opening it to see Chris’s hand writing. ‘I hope your first concert back is one that truly blows all others out of the water. Good luck tonight love. You’ll be amazing as always. -Chris.’ 

You bit the inside of your lip at the signature, just Chris, no love. Just Chris. You blew out air as tears brimmed your eyes. “I need to get ready for tonight.” you mumbled walking 

You sat at the piano, looking around at the crowd, trying your damnedest to hold back tears. The silence grew as you sat there, the crowd, who’d been cheering, were quieting down as you looked around at all of them. “I’ve recently gone through some things that have kept me rather distracted this evening, which is utterly unfair to you all….so if you don’t mind waiting for an extra few minutes, I’d like to play an additional song on the piano for you. It will never measure up to how other concerts have gone, but I hope you take comfort in the fact that these songs have come from a very personal place in my life right now and I hope that you can relate on some level, rather it's now, in the future, or in the past. I love you guys,” your voice cracked at the end when you told them you loved them. 

The crowd, while confused, didn’t let that stop them from screaming for joy for you. Shouting that they loved you right back, throwing up heart hands, and peace signs, showing you that you were loved, at least by them, you were loved and wanted. 

‘(Uh-oh)

(Uh-oh-oh-oh)

We hereby conduct this post-mortem

He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen

Our maladies were such we could not cure them

And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

Come one, come all

It's happenin' again

The empathetic hunger descends

We'll tell no one

Except all of our friends

We must know

How did it end?

(Uh-oh)

(Uh-oh-oh-oh)’ 

You threw your head back, getting lost in the music as you played the piano, the crowd settled, listening to the lyrics, watching your expression and mannerism during the performance. Images flashed in your mind of your time with Chris, laughing together over silly jokes, sharing passionate kisses, getting lost in each other as the night turned into morning, the way he’d brush your hair from your face, smiling down at you and whisper, “every moment with you is like a dream,” before he’d lean down and gently kiss your lips. 

‘We were blind to unforeseen circumstances

We learn the right steps to different dances (ohh)

And fell victim to interlopers' glances

Lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

Soon they'll go home to their husbands

Smug 'cause they know they can trust him

Then feverishly calling their cousins (ohh)

Guess who we ran into at the shops?

Walking in circles like she was lost

Didn't you hear?

They called it all off

One gasp and then

How did it end?

This time, you didn’t stop the tears or hold them back. Getting lost in the music was something that usually helped the heartbreak, but this time it wasn’t actually working, you’d wish it would at least mask the pain but you feared it wouldn’t. Oftentimes when singing your songs, your mind would take you back to a time you shared with Evans, but those had been replaced, with Chris. You couldn’t sing a single lyric now without picturing some memory with Chris, some anecdote or joke. A late night burger, or arguing over which boxer would win the match he wanted to watch that night on tv. Your lip quivered as you hit the keys harder going into the bridge. 

‘Say it once again with feeling

How the death rattle breathing

Silenced as the soul was leaving

The deflation of our dreaming

Leaving me bereft and reeling

My beloved ghost and me

Sitting in a tree

D-Y-I-N-G’ 

Your voice cracked and you bit your lips to keep from sobbing, you’d lost the one person you never wanted to lose. All because you were ashamed…and of what? A pathetic excuse of a man, who was so self centered he chose to cheat on his fiance? But never wanted to fully commit to you. You lost your chance at true happiness over that self centered, righteous, piece of shit. The tears fell over your eyelids as your lip curled in pain. 

‘It's happenin' again

How did it end?

I can't pretend like I understand

How did it end?

Come one, come all

It's happening again

The empathetic hunger descends

We'll tell no one

Except all of our friends

But I still don't know

How did it end?’��

You finished the song on the piano, the keys dying out as you looked down wiping the tears from your face before standing up and bowing to the crowd. The cheering was louder than ever, chants of “we love you Y/N” carried through the stadium as you looked up, trying to embed this moment in your mind forever. If ending up alone meant you were surrounded by thousands of people who did love you in some type of way, not judging you for the past mistakes you’d made, then you might just be alright. You blew a kiss before turning and diving into the stage. 

Allie laid in bed next to Evans as she watched your performance on tik tok lives. “Ugh!! So heartbreaking!! I feel so bad for her," she said sniffling. Evans rolled his eyes, “What did she do now?” he sighed as Allie looked at him. “You know you're a real asshole sometimes. I’ve seen the tiktoks, I know you used to fuck her at the very least and the way you were going on and on about her being at the beach house last weekend was hilarious.” Allie smirked, kissing his cheek as she stood up from bed. 

Evans watched her disappear into the bathroom, staring after her he reached over and grabbed his phone, he typed up the message before he hit send. 

‘Saw your performance tonight…think we could meet up next weekend? I’ll be in the same city as you for my bachelor party. Let me know. Chris E.’ 

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Crush X multiple male actors (Requested)

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Everyone is crushing on the reader

Reader X Will Poulter, Joseph Quinn, Charles Melton, Kit Connor, Noah Centineo, Timothée chalamet, Chris Hemsworth ,Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Andrew Garfield, Austin Butler, Tom Holland, Jacob Elordi, Paul Mescal.

Warfare

There are red carpets, and then there are Red Carpets.

Tonight was the latter. The premiere of Warfare, the newest blockbuster about gritty soldiers, impossible odds, and enough slow-motion action shots to make your head spin. It boasted a stacked cast, all of whom were gathered at the Odeon in Leicester Square looking painfully handsome in their tailored suits and cheeky grins. And then there was me, standing at the centre of the chaos, in a floor-length satin gown that made even the photographers pause.

I wasn't even in this movie I had just been invited to watch and show my support.

I’d barely taken three steps onto the carpet before I heard my name.

"Y/N!" someone shouted. "Over here!"

I turned, greeted by Will Poulter’s signature smirk as he swaggered over, hand in his pocket like he owned the place.

"You know," he said, leaning in conspiratorially, "I was going to play it cool, but then I saw you and forgot how to speak."

I laughed. "Well, you seem to have recovered quite quickly."

"Still not entirely sure I have," he quipped, then winked and walked off.

Before I could catch my breath, Joseph Quinn appeared, seemingly out of thin air. Dressed in an immaculately tailored black suit and looking like he’d just sauntered off a magazine cover.

"Is it just me," he said casually, "or is the air a bit thinner when you’re around?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You lot are worse than rom-coms."

"Right, but rom-coms are classics," he replied, grin spreading. "You can’t go wrong with a classic."

I was still smiling when Charles Melton slid in beside me, sipping champagne like he hadn’t just photobombed us.

"If you don’t let me take you to dinner," he said with a completely straight face, "my publicist says it’s career sabotage."

"Bold of them to assume I'd say yes," I teased.

"They’re very optimistic."

Then, Kit Connor. Sweet, boyish Kit, who looked like he’d just barely survived the walk down the carpet without combusting.

"Hi," he said, a bit breathless. "You’re, uh... brilliant. I mean, you always are. I...sorry, I’m rambling."

"Kit," I said, taking pity on him, "do you need a glass of water?"

"I need a new nervous system," he muttered, cheeks flaming.

And just when I thought I might escape into the venue unnoticed, Noah Centineo bounded over like a golden retriever in a tux.

"You’re here! I’m here! It’s fate. We should totally do something crazy. Like start a rumour or a band."

"A band?"

"Yeah, called 'Y/N and the Desperate Co-stars.'"

I couldn’t stop laughing. "You’re all absolutely insufferable."

"We try," Noah said with a mock bow.

As the guys mingled and good-naturedly teased each other over who had the best shot with me (which, apparently, was the main topic of conversation in every interview that night), I ducked into the theatre, cheeks aching from smiling.

Oscars

The Oscars. The pinnacle of Hollywood pomp, elegance, and just enough chaos to make it interesting.

As I walked past a line of press doing live interviews, I caught snippets of conversation.

"Y/N L/N just walked in," one host said breathlessly. "That dress... wow."

"She’s the reason I wore cologne tonight," said Timothée Chalamet, half-laughing, clearly not realising the camera was still rolling.

Behind him, Paul Mescal turned toward the camera with an amused smile. "That makes two of us. I’m not sitting next to him if he smells like desperation."

"Says the man who practised saying 'hi' in the mirror," Timothée shot back, grinning.

Inside, the room sparkled like a jewellery box. Chandeliers glittered above, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water. I slid into my seat at a circular table near the stage, only to be met by three stunned expressions.

Andrew Garfield, Rege-Jean Page, and Jacob Elordi.

"Oh wow," Andrew said, eyes widening. "They really just sat you here like that? Without a warning label?"

"I would’ve worn armour," Rege added, lifting his glass with a grin.

"Or at least taken a shot first," Jacob muttered.

I laughed, waving them off. "You three need to relax."

"Impossible," Andrew said, already pulling out my chair. "You’re like a walking plot twist."

Across the room, during another press segment, Austin Butler was being interviewed.

"So who are you hoping to run into tonight?" the interviewer asked.

"Honestly? Y/N L/N. I’d die happy if she just looked my way."

Back at the table, Tom Holland appeared out of nowhere, clearly eavesdropping.

"Don’t let Austin fool you," he said, sliding in with a mischievous grin. "He rehearsed that answer. Twice."

Jacob groaned. "Great. Now Spider-Man's here. As if we weren’t already outmatched."

"Speak for yourself," Rege said, straightening his tie.

I could barely keep a straight face as they gently ribbed each other, their egos only half-serious. It was a playfully chaotic energy, and I was dead centre in it.

And yet, through all the flirting, teasing, and harmless posturing, I couldn’t help but wonder what the next event would bring.

Because if this was the competition... the bar had been set pretty damn high.

Talk show

The Marvel cast on a talk show was always gold. You knew there would be jokes, ridiculous behind-the-scenes stories, and at least one moment that would go viral by morning.

This episode was no exception. Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Simu Liu, and Letitia Wright were all crammed on the couch, bantering like a group of siblings who'd had too much sugar.

The host grinned mischievously. "Now, quick question for the group. Who here has a celebrity crush?"

A beat. Then Chris Hemsworth said, deadpan, "We all do. It’s Y/N L/N."

The room exploded. Everyone started laughing, groaning, and throwing cushions at Chris.

"Way to out us all at once!" Simu said, burying his face in his hands.

Tom Hiddleston laughed softly, blushing. "She's incredibly talented. And kind. And... yeah. You walk into a room and she’s there, you forget what you were saying."

Letitia nudged Sebastian, who was unusually quiet.

"Go on," she teased. "Tell them."

Sebastian gave a lopsided grin, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, fine. I may or may not have a massive crush on Y/N."

Mackie clapped dramatically. "Finally! The Winter Simp speaks!"

Sebastian groaned, clearly regretting everything.

"She's just so... good. Not just talented, but warm. Funny. She makes everyone feel like they matter. And when she looks at you, it’s like you’re the only one in the room."

The studio audience awwwed, and Chris reached over to pat his shoulder. "Mate, that was dangerously close to poetry."

Sebastian shook his head with a sheepish laugh. "I’m doomed."

The host leaned in, grinning. "Well, Y/N, if you’re watching this... consider this your official Marvel fan club introduction."

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

A thor x reader fluff where he has some is a lil sick and you take care if him with comfort food, soft blankets and by babying him all the time 🤗

Fictober Challenge

Thor had come down with a mild cold- nothing serious by human standards, but for someone as strong and godly as him, it was enough to make him feel absolutely miserable. And just like most men when they’re sick, he was dramatically exaggerating every symptom.

You came home from work one day to find him sprawled out on the couch, bundled up in a blanket that was comically too small for his massive frame. Tissues were scattered everywhere, some missed the trash bin entirely. He was grumbling to himself about how Midgardian illnesses are an insult to his Asgardian immune system, but you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

The once orderly couch was now a battlefield: discarded tissues littering the floor, a sweater jacket tossed aside after he’d gotten too warm, and other random things he must’ve knocked over in his misery.

“Thor, what in the world…” you  began with a laugh, shaking your head at the state of the living room.

He barely acknowledged you as you walked in, holding a tray of soup, a mug of tea, and more tissues. He looked up at you with an adorable helpless expression, his nose slightly red, his eyes glassy from fatigue, and his usual booming voice softer than normal. He even had a pout on his lips, clearly feeling sorry for himself. The mighty Thor, reduced to this.

“Are you here to tend to your ailing warrior?” he asked dramatically, his voice deeper and a bit congested as he tried to play up the situation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips. “You’ve caught a cold, not a battle wound, Thor,” you teased, settling the tray down on the coffee table. “But yes, I’m here to take care of you, you giant baby.”

He groaned, attempting to sit up but failing miserably, falling back against the cushions with a heavy, exaggerated sigh. “I don’t think I’m going to make it through the night” he muttered, rubbing his eyes like a child, adding to his theatrics.

Shaking your head in amusement, you gently pushed him back down and tucked the blanket tighter around him. “You’re going to survive this, Thor. I’ll nurse you back to health” you promised with a smile.

He tucked his arms beneath the blanket, but then opened his mouth expectantly, waiting for you to feed him. You raised an eyebrow, half in disbelief.

“Seriously?” you asked, folding your arms.

“I’m cold,” he said, his voice softening to a pitiful tone. “And I have no power to lift my arms.” He glanced up at you with wide, pleading puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t resist him. “Fine” you muttered, taking a spoonful of soup and carefully blowing on it before bringing it to his lips. He gave you a grateful smile before eating it.

It took some time, but you eventually managed to feed him most of the soup. After you set the empty bowl down, you turned to pick it up and take it to the kitchen, but he suddenly reached out grabbing your wrist before you could leave. 

“Don’t leave me!” he pleaded dramatically.

“I’m just going to put the bowl in the sink. I’ll be right back,” you said, trying to remove his hand from your wrist, but his grip tightened gently.

“You can do that later. I’m cold, and I need to feel your warmth, please?” he pleaded.

The dramatic tone was gone, and he was genuinely seeking comfort now, pulling you gently toward him. You couldn’t help but smile as his arms opened, making room for you next to him. “Alright, alright, you drama queen,” you muttered, trying to hide your grin. You settled down next to him on the couch as he wrapped his strong arms around you, his head resting against your chest.

“I’m your drama queen,” he whispered contentedly, nuzzling into your warmth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You sighed, feeling his heavy body relax against you. Despite all the dramatics, he was undeniably sweet like this, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart as you held him close. For now, he was yours to baby, and you didn't mind one bit.

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Thor - Mood Swings

Requested by anon, hope you like it!

Plot: you’re having a shitty day, and on top, you’ve lashed out on Thor. But he always makes things better, not matter what.

Thor winced when the door creaked under his grasp, and tried to finish closing it as quietly as he could. He would have used the window, because he loved to scare you by sneaking in; and he knew that you didn’t really mind it. But since that morning, the orders had been clear; stay out of my sight or I’ll do much more than just cut your hair. It wasn’t as if he was afraid of you, he clearly wasn’t, yet for some reason he couldn’t find and inch of joke in your words. So he decided to enter your apartment like you always reminded him and used the spare key you had given him.

Inside the apartment, there was only one light on, the one in the living room by the window. That had been the only way Thor had had to know you were still up, and why he had decided to pay you a quick visit. He didn’t really understand why you were upset with him, but that morning you had kicked him out of your apartment screaming and nearly sobbing. When you had closed the door on his face, he had gotten the hint of leaving you along for the day.

“Y/N?” he tried to sound as soft as possible. “You there, my love?”

He didn’t receive any negative answer, just a low hum, so he stepped inside the living room.

You were laying on the couch, face down, hands under your belly and feet dangling down. Thor cleared his throat and let the bag he had been carrying on the desk, making enough noise to wake you up in case you were asleep. Instead of looking at him or making his presence known, you just groaned against the pillow.

Thor kicked out his shoes, took off his coat and sat on the coffee table. After two broken ones, you had bought one strong enough to hold the weight of the God. The apartment smelt like tea and some aromatic candles that were lit in the corner, something Thor hadn’t smelt before. In fact, he didn’t even know you liked tea.

Carefully not to disturb you, Thor rubbed a lazy hand over your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting him see your closed eyes.

“Are you alright? You look quiet unwell, my –“

“Do I fucking look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, and finally opened your eyes. They bored into him and Thor had to shift on his place uncomfortable, used to the sweetness of them. When he thought about it, you looked a bit different; pale, bags under your eyes and hair stuck to your forehead.

“That was dumb of me to ask” he retorted, trying to remember anything that you had taught him about the human culture that might explain your mood. “Can I… help you?”

“Yes, you can leave me alone”

You buried your face into the pillow and let out a loud groan. Your body shifted a little, what let Thor see the origin of the tea smell; there was a heating pad under your hip, staining the couch with the water that evaporated. His hand didn’t leave your hair, but kept caressing it until it descended to your shoulders.

Thor was surprised to see how much tension was there, and instantly both of his hands travelled there and started massaging the muscles. You sighed and your body slumped against the couch, and since he woke up that morning, Thor smiled. He had tried to kill time by visiting his friends at the Stark Tower, taking a stroll around the park and stopping to take a few pictures with fans, and actually travelled to another planet to see how things were going. None of those things made him as happy as seeing you relaxed.

It went on for a while, both of you silent as Thor worked on the knots of your back.

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you – can you bring me something to eat?” you turned your head around and Thor’s eyes almost budged out of its sockets when he saw the tears on yours.

“Why are you crying?” Thor moved to kneel in front of the couch, and stopped to caress your cheek. “My love, are you in pain? Has someone hurt you?”

“Please?” you didn’t answer to his question. “Chocolate and pizza?”

Thor nodded quickly and stumbled away to the kitchen, where a series of crushes and curses sounded. Perks of living in a small apartment like yours and having a bear for a boyfriend. The tears ran down your cheeks freely as Thor savaged your fridge in search of the food you had requested.

In a record time, Thor had the oven running with your pizza making itself – maybe with a little help of his thunder’s electricity, a bunch of screams from your neighbours because of power break, and a lot of Thor’s screaming back at them – and was running back to the couch with two bars of chocolate.

When he was met with your lip wobbling and your wet cheeks, the God crumbled down to his knees and let the chocolate on the now bended coffee table.

“You’re crying! Please, don’t cry Y/N” Thor begged you, and you only felt like crying more because of his pained eyes. “I’m sorry, is this my fault? Do you want me to leave again?”

“No, it’s not your fault!” you cried harder, full broken sobs. “Just – just the mood swings of my period, baby. Please don’t leave”

Your arms, that had been tucked under your body, freed themselves and you raised them towards Thor; who finally understood. He understood why you had seemed so flustered that morning, when you had woken up and he had asked about the red strains of the sheets. And when you had kicked him off the apartment, or why you had a heating pad under your hips.

Thor smiled softly at you and let you wrap yourself around him like an octopus while he hoisted your up from your armpits.

“Bed and Netflix?” he proposed, and you nodded against his collarbone. “I can rub your belly while the pizza heats”

“Please” you whined.

Period had never been an easy matter for you. Since you were a teenager, mood swings and horrible pains were a part of it, every month and every year. It had been a really embarrassing topic for you to talk about with your previous boyfriends, because your mood swings had been so drastic that they became grossed out. But with Thor had been different, as everything in your relationship.

He cherished every part of you, and talked with proudness how women were the strongest beings for enduring the pains of the period and the birth of a child. He didn’t protest when he had to go and buy pads in the middle of the night or when situations like that happened every once in a month. Still, you always felt bad about the God, who always endured them without breaking a sweat.

“I’m sorry” you apologised softly, as Thor laid you on bed and hovered over you. You didn’t release his neck.

“I know, it’s okay” he assured you, and kissed the tip of your mouth. “I just wish you had told me sooner. You know I can help with this things, my love. Everything to make you feel alright again”

You smiled and answered him by kissing his lips. It didn’t make the pain away, but your day was better just like that. Thor kissed you slow and softly, and his hand sneaked to under your shirt, just where the pain was. You almost jumped out of your skin when the sparks hit you, even if it wasn’t the first time he did it.

As he kissed you, the pain subsided. His fingers massaged slowly your belly, emitting sparks of electricity every once in a while to make the pain go away. It took him a while to make you relax completely, never leaving your lips or cheeks. Thor peered with kissed every inch of your face, and just when the oven beeped, you breathed in relief.

“Better?”

“Much better” you smiled at him, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Receiving voltage was something that scared you the first time he said it out loud, but when you were in pain and desperate to make it pass, you were open to nearly anything. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling, neither a bad one, because Thor was as careful as a surgeon.

“You still want pizza?” Thor asked. He was standing above you, his whole weight resting on one arm and both of his knees. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but he didn’t complain. “Or I could put it to the fridge and cuddle”

“I think I like the second one better”

Contradicting your words, you raised your arms until they were locked again behind Thor’s neck. Your leg formed a tight circle around his waist and he chuckle. The room was dark, and when you closed your eyes, everything went down to your touch, smell and hearing.

Thor’s skin was rough. It was filled with scars from the multiple battles he had been in, and by nature his skin wasn’t smooth. Burn marks, peeled skin and scabs. But it comforted you, as you rubbed the pads of your fingers against it.

Thor smelt weird. Probably from traveling so much, he didn’t have an specific smell, like mint or coffee. You liked to say he smelt like home. It was smooth and pleasurable, so you sniffed against his neck.

There wasn’t anything to hear, but Thor’s breathing. It was even, always even; in battle, or in bed. The oven beeped in the background, but you only heard Thor’s breathing.

“I take that you want me to carry you?” Thor chuckled, and you hummed.

There was a faint movement, and then Thor’s hand was holding you up under your ass. You didn’t really noticed how he moved or what he did, just that the beeping stopped and that sooner than later you were back in bed. By then, you were almost asleep against his shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Thor’s beautiful eyes in front of you.

The scented candle was in the room, and its soft glow made Thor’s hair look golden. He smiled at you, looking angelical, and his hand that was on your waist pulled your closer. Instead of kissing you, you tucked your head under his chin and closed your eyes again.

“Are you clean for the night?” Thor asked, referring to your pad. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Or do you want me to carry to the bathroom?”

“I’m good for the night” you answered him. “Love you. A lot”

“I love you to, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt I won’t be there for you”

You didn’t get to hear the last words, as you drifted the world of dreams. But they left a tingling feeling in your heart, that wouldn’t go away any time soon.

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Pleasurable revenge (Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth one shot)

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A/N: Another prompt from one of my regulars! Thank you to VampireQueen666 for this prompt and as always it's been fun to write. I did add a little onto the end though and I hope you like it as well as the rest of you who also love this pairing between Chris and Tom. 

Plus it’s taken me a while to continue with prompts, because I’ve been having a lot of difficulties involving the Wattpad app syncing up with what I have been working on on my computer. I even lost my progress and had to start over as I write straight onto Wattpad first. Anyway, I will continue to finish all prompts anyway and I thank you all for your patients in the meantime.

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Prompt request by VampireQueen666 on A03: It's a sexy prompt, of course, lol—another bromance with benefits. Hemsworth is on set and watches the scene where Loki gets his clothes zapped off in Loki, so when the crew leaves for a break, Chris eats Tom's ass. Cut to Thor: Love and Thunder, Chris is tied up for his nude scene, and the crew leaves for a bit, which gives Tom enough time to blow him for revenge.

Summary: Whilst on the Loki set Tom's nervous about Chris watching him do a scene where he has to be practically naked, despite having a friends with benefits relationship together for years, and that Tom has been naked onsets before too. Although this doesn't go unnoticed by Chris who takes it upon himself to make Tom feel relaxed and bring him pleasure, which almost gets them caught in the act, and a year later Tom gets his own revenge and gives Chris pleasure whilst the onset of Thor: Love and Thunder.

Warning: Friends with benefits, m/m relationship, semi-public nudity, oral sex male receiving, masturbation, innuendos and dirty talking.

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Loki 

Tom walked onto set in his Loki costume, the very same one from the first Avengers movie, and just in typical Loki fashion he stands on his mark and holds his arms out theatrically. That very same god-like presence the character is known for oozing from every pore.

"Ah, it still fits!" Chris says excitedly, as he marvels at Tom and causes Tom's expression to change into a mischievous grin.

"I'm honestly surprised it does!" Tom replies with laughter in his voice, as he drops his Loki persona and runs his hands down the front of his costume.

"Yeah, well you look good bro!" Chris says, then bites his lower lip whilst his smoldering eyes drink in his appearance. 

Tom chuckles as he feels his cheeks heat up before saying, "thanks, bro." They then hug it out in their usual brotherly way whenever around other people.

"Good enough to eat." Chris whispers into Tom's ear, making Tom's breath hitch in his throat and his reddened cheeks get brighter.

Although Tom recovered rather quickly as they were ready to start the scene, Chris made himself at home behind the camera, taking a seat so he could watch and show his support. In fact both Chris and Tom have often been present while the other was on a Marvel set, even if the other wasn't in it at all, or just not in certain scenes. Occasionally they would be there on other sets for each other, but that was a lot more rare than being on a Marvel set. This time though was an extra special visit for Chris to be around as it's Tom's birthday in a couple of days. Chris surprisingly showed up the day before after saying he wasn't going to be able to make it, of course it ended up just being a lie.

As Tom got offset he shared a few exchange of words with some of the cast and crew in passing. Mostly words of a job well done as the rehearsal run for the Loki series had just ended, everything was going exceptionally well already, and filming was to begin the next day. When Tom finally arrived at his trailer he opened the door with a tired sigh then he switched the light on on his way inside. 

"Hey." Tom's jaw instantly dropped upon seeing Chris completely naked as he sat wide legged and leaning back on his hands on the table. "Miss me?" Chris adds, as he runs his fingers through his hair and purposely making a show of his rippling abdominal muscles.

"You said you weren't coming." Tom replies once he found his voice after closing the door to his trailer, while eyeing him up, hunger brewing below the surface and forgoing any tiredness he'd previously felt.

Chris just shrugs with a sly smile on his lips as Tom makes a b-line to stand between his legs. There was very little time before Tom's lips were on his, impatiently moving, hands roaming his well trimmed physique. It had been a long time, too long since they'd last been together and Chris was just as eager to rekindle the benefits part of their relationship.

Between takes Tom would glance over at Chris and share a few smiles with him or he would throw in a subtle wink here and there. It's clear to see he's happy Chris is here with him and the fact Chris is going to be around for his birthday too was all he could ask for.

Later on in the day Tom had gone offset to change, but he hadn't told Chris about this particular upcoming scene, he was actually a little nervous, despite Chris having seen everything there is about him already and vice versa. Not that he needed to say anything given where they just left off before this change was made. After he got back onset he had a fluffy robe on to make it a comfortable transition, then he disrobed and handed the robe to a crew member, just before he stood on his mark in nothing but flesh coloured boxers. Once on his mark he was about to take a deep breath when he looked Chris' way, perhaps not the best idea as he catches himself from making lewd noises, due to Chris sneakily making sexual gestures with his hands. He knew Chris was doing it to mess with him, trying to see if he would crack before the scene began, or even the possibility of getting a boner. Which certainly wasn't an option for him in the tight flesh coloured boxers that already were absurdly clinging low, the v dip visible enough to leave very little to the audience's imaginations when watching thanks to the camera angle.

"Absolutely not! This is fine Asgardian leather." Tom repeats the last line he had previously filmed, as he gets back into the scene of Loki's clothes being vaporised by a robot.

However after several takes of the scene Tom still wasn't very relaxed and it showed on camera. He'd done plenty of nude and sex scenes to know how this works, even in the past he's felt a little nervous before filming any particular scene of that nature, this time though he knew he was having issues because Chris is watching him. The way he was acting hadn't gone unnoticed by Chris either and he found it adorable. The noticeable nervous tics and the deliverance of his lines were not quite where Tom expected of himself, the frustration he has about the scene too, everything made Chris want to help him out. He was actually thankful when the mutual agreement amongst everyone was to take a break for a while, this was obviously Chris' opportunity to get Tom to relax, get him to have some stressful yet pleasurable release.  

Once everybody else had left the set Chris slowly approached Tom as he racked his fingers through his hair and he sighed heavily. There was silence between them as they stood close together for a bit while just staring into each other's eyes. It was a mere distraction, as Chris kept Tom's gaze on his as he pinched the waistband of the tight flesh coloured boxers, and tugged them ever so slightly, then he let it go so it slapped against Tom's skin sharply.

"Hey!" Tom protests, only there's a smile on his face now that he sees Chris trying to act innocent, yet his playfully intentions to him were very apparent still.

"Come on, Tommy, you've been naked on sets before...hell you've even been naked around me many, many, many times...." Chris says teasingly, as he leant in closer and then began nibbling on his neck, causing Tom to gasp and his arms to wrap around him. "Don't overthink this..." He adds between nibbles.

"I've heard you say that before." Tom chuckles, as his eyes close and he soaks in the attention he's currently receiving.

"Course, you have...it's exactly what I told you when all this between us began. I wanted to tear up that ass of yours so badly." Chris wasn't ashamed of saying so, as he firmly squeezed Tom's behind in perfect timing to another bite, causing a deep throaty groan to escape Tom's lips.

They've never regretted getting into bed together after the first time they hooked up. Even now after years of the pair sharing this secret benefit side to their friendship, it has always remained as something they looked forward to whenever they saw each other, despite Tom's initial hesitations. 

Chris then began kissing his way down Tom's body, taking his time to enjoy Tom's more muscular form, one he hasn't seen quite like this since he saw Tom a week before he finished doing Kong years ago. Not that he minded when Tom wasn't this way either, because to him Tom was beautiful no matter what. Although the lower Chris' kisses got the more delighted Tom felt, particularly when he felt his lips along the v dip that was visible to him, it was a weak spot for Tom.

"Chris." Tom says in gentle breathy warning, just in case anyone were to walk back in on them at any moment.

"Earlier when I said you look good enough to eat...I meant it." Chris says in a low sultry voice, as he moves around and then keels behind him. Tom knew exactly what Chris intended to do for him, despite his gently warning deep down he wanted this to happen, he was getting hard too.

Tom soon felt Chris pulling the fleshed coloured boxers down, his cock sprung out of the tight confinements as he did so, and a sigh of relief was a telling sign that he needed that. Chris' chuckling caused Tom's cheeks to heat up, but he just let him proceed this time, as Chris grabbed at his peachy and delicious arse with both hands, then kneaded his cheeks firmly a few times. Followed by his lips softly kissing the lowest part of his back without fully touching Tom's behind with his lips. Chris then continued to be gentle at first, as he began prodding the tip of his tongue in and out Tom's cheeks, alternately between licking around the rim of the hole. Tom moaned softly as he felt the moist muscle between his cheeks as he focused on not clenching. 

Albeit as Chris' ministrations intensified Tom bit down on the inside of his cheek to restrain the noises he so badly wanted to make. Usually Chris would protest if Tom even attempted to silence himself, right now though Chris knew better, he didn't want them to be caught in this private moment either. Yet that didn't stop Tom from reaching down to his neglected needy cock, tightly taking hold of it and giving it a slight squeeze, a throaty groan managed to escape before he began to leisurely stroke himself. 

A few strokes later Chris' ears pricked up at the distinct sounds of Tom's arousal being spread up and down his length, causing him to smirk, although it wasn't there for long as he went all in. Tom's eyes widened and his hand stopped mid pump as Chris really got into it. A strangled moan was constricted in his throat before he took in a shaky breath to keep his focus. That's all it took for him to start aggressively stroking himself this time for that heightened pleasure and he felt Chris' hands tighten on his hips. Eventually Tom's cum came out in thick ropes into his hand, his breaths hard, while his body shuddered in Chris' hands. They both didn't stop until Tom was eased down from his pleasurable climax. When past the breaking point Chris stood back up and moved around so he's facing Tom again. A smug smile graced his lips as he saw that blissed out glint in Tom's eyes and hearing him pant heavily always delighted Chris. 

Chris then takes Tom's hand and licks it clean for him, a groan of approval rumbles in his chest, when he's done he kisses his palm then wrist as Tom makes himself look decent again with his free hand. 

"You can do this." Chris says and pecks Tom on the lips just before everyone returns to set and filming continues as if nothing ever happened.

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Thor: Love and Thunder

Chris strides onto set in just fleshed coloured shorts, completely unfazed about showing off his well toned body, clearly as his confidence seemed to come out more and more with each step he took. A smile formed on his face as heads began to turn his way, as just like Thor he enjoyed the attention on him, particularly Tom's. 

"Humm...this seems familiar." Tom says as soon as Chris approached himself, Tessa and Natalie who he'd been talking to in between takes. Although Tessa and Natalie thought nothing about Tom's comment seeing as Chris has been shirtless before whilst being Thor. Yet they couldn't help but check him out, not that Tom could blame them, yet he knew he would be the one who gets Chris' full attention.

"Huh...I suppose it is." Chris says as he ponders mockingly, when in reality he knows exactly what Tom is referring to. Only this time it's Chris' turn or rather Thor's turn to be naked, as Zeus flicks his disguise too hard and ends up taking all of Thor's clothes off in this scene.

"Show us the tattoos!" Tessa says excitedly, as she then tries to get Chris to turn around, of course he obliges and turns around, and he reveals the messy collection of fake tattoos that Thor has gotten. Loki's helmet being the centred one and being the largest.

"It looks like Thor favours quantity over quality." Natalie says with disappointment. Tessa was also disappointed when she saw the tattoos.

"Yeah, well beats sitting in makeup for longer than necessary for the one scene." Chris says as he turns back around with a slight shrug.

"Perhaps in the future something can be added to make it look less like...a child's drawing?" Tom adds, although he agrees on the quality not being great, but he at least liked they're more about Loki than anyone else. Not that he expressed that thought out loud though.

"Personally I think it's defiantly what Thor would get...maybe he drew them himself and the tattoo artist traced them onto a stencil so the end result will be more personal to him." Chris says as he defends Thor's decision making. 

The conversation was cut short as everybody was now ready for the scene. Tom patted Chris on his shoulder as he took a seat off camera. Tessa and Natalie found their seats on set as did the rest of the actors playing the other gods get into position, while Chris got his cape on and got handcuffed to the chains ready before the cameras started rolling. Unfortunately, everything came to a grinding halt as they were having technical difficulties, and as it was taking so long for everyone to wait around for things to start up again a call for a lunch break was announced. Everyone then started to pile offset leaving a couple of crew members to sort everything before lunch was over along with Chris and Tom.

"No, leave it." Tom says with a low commanding voice, before Chris' handcuffs could be removed by a crew member. The crew member looked between the two men for a moment before he and the other crew member scurried offset, Tom's expression was very dominating right now and they didn't want to stick around, and they left the pair alone. Although Tom clearly had hinted at the full extent of their relationship from acting this way, right now however he didn't care, he was in charge and he was after revenge.

"What are you up to?" Chris asks with one eyebrow raised in question, yet there's also a smirk on his lips, hinting at the fact he already knows what's to come.

"Come on now, darling, you know exactly what this is about." Tom says in a temping and sensual way as he walks closer towards him.

"Yeah, but I want to hear you say it." Chris said with a suggestive look.

"Maybe you'd prefer it if I show you instead." Tom said, as he tugs the tie on the cape around Chris, while pushing the hood down with his other hand, before slipping it off him completely.

"Maybe you should." Chris agrees, the excitement in his eyes growing.

Firstly Tom kisses Chris on his mouth deeply and with passion, holding the back of his head with one hand and the other on his waist, the sound of the chains rattling as Chris struggles to reach for Tom. Chris' futile attempt caused Tom to chuckle into the kiss, but that didn't stop Chris from biting Tom's lower lip.

"Ah, ah, ah...you've had your fun. It's my turn now." Tom says playfully after pulling away from his lips.

"You know me...I can't resist you when you're near me." Chris said flirtatiously.

"I can't fault you on that." They both chuckled when Tom said this, but then they groaned as Chris rolled his hips against Tom's.

Tom shakes his head slightly before he kisses down Chris' body, whilst enjoying the full extent of his muscular form, while his hands caress every available inch he can get hold of. Taking his time like Chris had when they last shared a private moment on the Loki set. The very same reason Tom wanted his revenge on him.

Chris then watches as Tom kneels before him whilst feeling him pulling his flesh coloured shorts down with him. The shorts ultimately end up around Chris' ankles and due to their length they end up touching the floor too. Their eyes then connect again, both sets of eyes lustful and excited, although it was but a short moment before Tom's gaze lowers to Chris' semi-hard cock. Tom proceeds to take hold of his hips firmly and squeezes them before kitten licks the tip of his cock. Chris moans softly as soon as he feels the little lick and he feels his cock start to get harder. 

A few little licks after Tom takes the full head of his cock between his lips and begins to softly suck like something sweet touching his lips. Chris lets another soft moan as he wishes his fingers could tangle and brush through Tom's hair like he'd normally do during moments like this. Albeit it doesn't take long for Tom to gradually take his hardened cock further and further down his throat slowly before pulling back to the head. He repeats the action several times and earns more moans of approval. 

"God...it's so good to have your mouth around me again." Chris chuckles breathily, his enjoyment only kept increasing as he felt Tom's hands tighten on his hips.

Soon after that Tom began to pick up the pace. Sucking and licking the underside of his cock repeatedly in a rhythmic pace he set. Sounds of slurping then got mixed with Chris' soft moans as Chris' arousal began to pre-drip down his throat, causing Tom to groan around him, and sending vibrations up Chris' spine. Also Tom began to massage his balls with one hand to heighten the pleasurable revenge he was infecting upon his friend. 

"You look so good on your knees right now." Chris says in between breathy pants.

Hearing Chris' words caused Tom to groan while he took him deep down his throat, almost to the point of gagging before pulling back, his own breaths taken sharply in and out his nose. Chris' eyes fluttered slightly because of it and then he watched Tom reach his hand down his own jeans instead of massaging his balls. A smirk formed on Chris' lips when he reached how much Tom was enjoying giving oral, the groan around his cock was also proved as much, and Chris found this even hotter than moments ago.

Tom keeps working on getting his revenge on Chris, as he massages his own balls as he seeks out his own need for pleasure while his other hand keeps a firm hold of Chris' hip, his fingers bound to leave marks on his flesh. Luckily they wouldn't be noticeable once his shorts were pulled back up. Moments later Chris came hot and thick down Tom's throat and he came in his jeans like a teenager who couldn't control himself around his crush. The mere sight made Chris' heart flutter, seeing Tom on his knees enjoying this just as much as he does, and both moaned in sync as they reached their climaxes.

"I best get cleaned up." Tom chuckles breathily as he stands up and un-handcuffs Chris from the chains.

"No, don't..." Chris says and runs his thumb across Tom's swollen red lips once his hand was freed. "I want you to remember how good this was. I want...I want to be a real couple, Tommy. I love you." He adds, his voice a little rough from their private moment, but it's laced with all his feelings he's tried not to let anything happen only thing is he couldn't help it. He loves him.

"Chris...I-I love you too. so much. I just didn't think you'd feel the same, but after all these years...there's been no one else quite like you." Tom confessed, both smiled and felt relief that neither of them had to pretend there wasn't anything else beyond what they had, that there was nothing beyond their friends with benefits relationship anymore. Feelings ran too deep for it to stay like that.

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Furiosa thoughts

About 48 hours after watching, I think my take on Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga is coalescing into: I enjoyed it as a Mad Max movie but found it disappointing as a Fury Road prequel.

Any Mad Max movie made after Fury Road was always going to suffer the fate of being compared to Fury Road, which is the best action movie ever made. So like, compared to any other action movie you can think of, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (we'll call it FMMS going forward) is very very good! It just isn't Fury Road.

The rest is under the cut for spoilers:

The action sequences were compelling. (I was aware I was hunched forward in my seat in tension/anticipation almost the entire time.) Some of them were even brilliant. That long sequence where the Octoboss and the Mortiflyers (yes those are their names) are attacking the War Rig with all kinds of airborne contraptions? Phenomenal. I was like yes okay now we are in a Mad Max movie! Other than that one sequence, though, in which we see Furiosa and Praetorian Jack begin to trust each other, I thought they rarely achieved the kind of wordless advancement of character relationships through action beats that is the lifeblood of Fury Road. So the action was good, but it was just normal-good, not Fury Road transcendent.

I did miss John Seale's cinematography. While I thought the action choreography was great, the shot selection was just not as dynamic and interesting as in Fury Road. I also really did not vibe with so much of the musical themes being recycled from Fury Road. The Fury Road score is SO memorable and the music is such an integral part of the momentum and feeling of every scene in the movie; I can play that score and see every beat of the action unfolding in my brain now. I wanted new score that felt like it was a part of this new action that we were seeing.

I loved all the new worldbuilding details and finally getting to see inside Gastown and the Bullet Farm. Those locations and their unique features were utilized really well for the action that took place in them. Loved the new details we got about the Citadel. The grappling hooks just dipping down to yoink people's vehicles during battle? Fantastic. The hidden Citadel ledge with the little pool of water?? That was such a fanfic-ready location. Pretty sure I already wrote at least one fic set there back in like 2016.

The Green Place! Very different from what I imagined but so much worldbuilding in just a few shots.

In general I thought the new cast rose to the challenge. Alyla Browne who played little kid Furiosa I thought was phenomenal actually. That's a tough role, both emotionally and physically, for a child actor and she slayed it. Casting Indigenous model and actress Charlee Fraser to play Furiosa's mother certainly made the Stolen Generation parallels more obvious. I'll have a lot more to say about Dementus down below, but Chris Hemsworth brought a great combo of bonkers and menacing.

I never doubted that Anya Taylor-Joy could bring the emotional intensity needed to the role--she can do crazy eyes like nobody's business, and with the growl she put in her voice she really did sound like Charlize Theron a bit. I found her physicality convincing for a young Furiosa. But she is not Charlize, through no fault of her own. Charlize is tall and she has broad shoulders and she just takes up so much space when moving and fighting as Furiosa and I think it was always going to be hard to replicate that. As long as they didn't try too hard to bridge the gap between the characters I was fine with it. But that one scene at the end where she's bringing the Wives to the Rig I was very viscerally like that is NOT our Furiosa. (I almost wish they would've used Charlize's stunt double for that scene the way they popped Jacob Tomuri into Max's place.) They could have simply left a time gap--based on the "15 years" she says to Dementus and the 7,000+ days we hear about in Fury Road there should be at least a 4-year gap between the film timelines, although in terms of bridging the look of the two actors it feels like it should be more like 10 years.

If FMMS had been a self-contained movie about a character named Furiosa in the Mad Max universe, I think I would have found it very satisfying. But as a prequel to Fury Road there were a bunch of ways I thought it was lacking on a story level.

I think it's pretty clear that this is not the backstory, or at least not the complete backstory, that Charlize Theron was imagining while playing Furiosa. Which...there's nothing objectively wrong with that; word of God and what actors think about their characters doesn't supersede what's on film for determining what is canon. However, Fury Road positions Joe as Furiosa's main antagonist, and while we don't get the full story behind the incandescent rage she directs at him, we know that rage is there and is a big part of her motivation. In interviews at the time, Charlize talked about the idea that Furiosa had been stolen to be a Wife but then was discovered to be infertile and discarded, how she survived by hiding in the Citadel and eventually rose to a position of power, how she saw her actions not as saving the Wives but as stealing them, and that her motivation at least starts out as more about hurting Joe than helping these women.

We get only the tiniest suggestion of Furiosa's backstory in Fury Road ("I was taken as a child, stolen") and the rest we piece together by implication. She is a healthy full-life woman working for a man who keeps healthy full-life women as sex slaves, hoping one of them will produce a viable male heir for him. She is effectively a general in his army, projecting his power on the wasteland, a position no other woman seems to occupy. She tells Max she is seeking "redemption." Redemption for what? She doesn't say. But "whatever she has done to win a position of power within this misogynist death cult" seems like a pretty obvious answer.

And that's interesting! That's an interesting backstory that engages with some of the core themes and moral questions of the Mad Max universe. These movies deal a lot with the tension between self-preservation and human connection. Do you screw someone else over to protect yourself? Even if it means putting them in the terrible position that you yourself have clawed your way out of? Even if it means enforcing your own oppressor's power over them? Or do you take the risk of helping people and caring enough to connect with them, even though this carries an emotional and physical risk?

FMMS doesn't really engage with Furiosa's relationship to Joe like, at all. It's not like Joe comes off looking like a good guy. He's just hardly in the movie. I don't know if this would have been different if Hugh Keays-Byrne were still alive. I don't know if there was pressure from the studio to cast an A-list male lead actor alongside Anya Taylor-Joy (who's a hot commodity now but wasn't what I would call an A-lister when she was originally cast). I don't know if, once Chris Hemsworth was cast, that affected how central his character's role became, since he is certainly the biggest name attached to the film. I would have actually been fine with Chris Hemsworth or another actor of his ilk playing a younger Joe, and us getting to see some of the charisma that attracted followers to him.

But the end result is that we have Dementus, who is a perfectly fine Mad Max villain, and quite entertaining at times! But not the most compelling antagonist you could give Furiosa.

The four Mad Max movies that feature Max go through an interesting evolution. In the first two movies, the villains are people "outside" society--criminals and roving gangs--and the people Max is defending are "civilization." So we have Mad Max where Max is a very fucked-up cop, and Road Warrior where Max is the prototypical western gunslinger, riding in to town to protect the settlement from an outside threat, but ultimately unable to accept any of the comforts of civilization for himself.

Then in Thunderdome and Fury Road, the dynamic switches. Now the antagonists are warlords and dictators. They are civilization. And the people Max ends up helping are trying to escape them.

To me, Dementus feels much more like the earlier kind of Mad Max villain. If there's another Mad Max movie I can most compare FMMS to, it's the first one. Dementus is Furiosa's Toecutter. (Kills her family, gives her her signature disabling injury, movie ends with her seeking revenge on him but it doesn't feel heroic or triumphant.) The whole end of FMMS when Furiosa is implacably hunting down Dementus? Extremely Mad Max 1.

But violent revenge holds a different symbolic place in Furiosa's story than it does in Max's. The end of Mad Max is a tragedy because Max tells us it is. He explicitly states, early in the movie, that he needs to stop being a cop or he'll become no different than the violent criminals he's pursuing. So he leaves his job and goes on an extended weird vacation with his wife and child, trying to get away from the violence of a collapsing society. But that violence finds him anyway, and by the end of the movie, Max has become the exact thing he said he didn't want to be. It's a tragedy not because the people Max kills in revenge for killing his family don't deserve it, but because seeking violent sadistic revenge is damaging to Max. That is not what he needs in order to heal from the loss of his wife and child. What he needs is to take the risk of human connection again. This is what he starts groping toward in the following two movies and fully realizes in Fury Road.

But Furiosa doesn't have the same arc. Her story in Fury Road is about how a few people struggling against their oppressor can be the catalyst that brings down a whole regime. Furiosa getting to rip Joe's face off is fucking satisfying, and it's supposed to be! So it's a bit weird, then, to spend an entire movie giving her a backstory that not only is not about Joe at all, but implies that seeking and getting revenge against Dementus for killing her mother and Jack is what made her into the person we see in Fury Road.

Aside from questions of revenge, what I thought Furiosa's goal was going to be is set up in the beginning of the movie. "No matter what happens, find your way home." Very clear objective there. And then we see her try to get home like, 1.5 times. I thought we were well set up to follow the tried and true film story format of "simple goal, big obstacles, high stakes." I wanted to see her trying over and over again to get home, and being thwarted in different ways every time. I wanted to see grief and guilt over her mother's death turn her mother's last command into a mission for which she would sacrifice anything (and anyone) else. I wanted to see her justify working for Joe and accumulating power in the violent world of the Citadel as what she has to do in order to get home. I wanted to see "Have you done this before?" "Many times." But we didn't really get that either.

Ultimately, I think the least frustrating way to think about the film--which the film itself encourages--is as one of many possible Wasteland legends about a character called Furiosa. Maybe it happened this way. Maybe it didn't. Maybe this is the Furiosa we see in Fury Road. Maybe it isn't. It all depends on how much you believe of the History Man's tales.

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pairing: model/actor!rafe cameron x actress/singer!female reader

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summary: actress y/n I/n has recently skyrocketed into stardom after her breakout film 'castaways' alongside sarah cameron, kevin hart, chris evans and chris hemsworth. weeks after the movies premiere, she drops her debut single, further cementing her place in the spotlight. as millions of people around the world begin to notice and idolize her, struggling with her own demons, she catches the attention of rafe cameron, among others. however, not everything goes as smooth as they both would've hoped. and they soon figure out.. it takes time.

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Description: Your relationship is leaked to the public. No one believes that you're dating Max.

Pairing: max verstappen/it-girl!reader

There was only one reason that a woman would fall in love willingly - and it was because the man was enchanting. The first time that you met him - he ignored everything that you did. He ignored your existence - because there was no fucking way that a goddess like you would choose to come down to earth and be with him.

He held his head high - holding his ego close to his chest. He'd be perfectly content in going back to his apartment, knowing that he blowed off the chance of a lifetime. He figured that you'd fade - and be one of the girls that he could've loved.

He'd be happy with your memory, but Lando had to open his mouth: "No damn way that Max is bagging that hottie." his friend muttered in his thick British accent. The entire table erupted into drunken laughter - and he could feel his ego shatter into a million pieces.

Without another word - he sashays towards you. Smiling with those innocent eyes of his. "Hey, I couldn't help but see that you're alone. Do you have friends here?" Max asked with a smile, trying to keep the conversation long enough for his friends to realize that you were 'somewhat' interested.

You turned to look at him - shock flooding through your features. He wasn't like the guys that you spoke to - nothing like Earl Westfort or that Taiwanese tycoon that your parents force you to tolerate. Shit, this man who you've known for only 3 seconds was a breath of fresh air. He was the calm after a storm.

"Sadly, I'm alone - my friends ditched me." you chuckled, dancing along to the tune of the music. "Do you want to get out of here?" he offered - unable to hear you clearly because of the noise.

And you couldn't believe it - because you agreed.

That was the beginning of your love story - the guy who was shooting his shot, and the girl who let him.

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bentashakers: that's literally liam hemsworth 😭 - lovingitcoma: No, it's obviously Chris Evans

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celebrityupdates: Y/N L/N, Chris Evans and Margot Robbie on the movie premiere of 'The Last Days of Santa Elena'

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chrisandyn2: They think that they're slick for this 😭

uwuwu123: NO PICS OF THEM TOGETHER??

ilovemetoo9: this is so foul

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lestappenduo: is that max verstappen?? 😀

glitterparty23: omg !! - keithurban: Sorry?

ynandchris: We've been saying Y/N and Chris but it's actually Max and Y/N hahahahahahahahahahah

landonricciardo: MAX AND Y/N?

maxverstappen1: Winning on and off the tracks 💪🏽🧡

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lestappenduo: max's normal posts: 🤬💪🏽🏅 max when it's yn: 🤤🧡

glitterparty23: 💗

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Ch. 7

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 6

You grinned at the crowd as you grabbed your guitar and stood at the mic. “Welcome to the acoustic set!” you laughed as they all cheered loudly. “So originally I was going to sing a few songs that you guys already know.” You grinned as they continued to cheer. “But…I have a very special reason for wanting to play this one song…it's new, never before been heard by ANYONE but my manager…so I hope you’ll like it!” you grinned as you began to strum the guitar. 

‘This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

What if I told you I'm back?

The hospital was a drag

Worst sleep that I ever had

I circled you on a map

I haven't come around in so long

But I'm coming back so strong’ 

You beamed as you stepped by to strum for a few moments before stepping back up to the mic. 

‘So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Hey you, what if I told you we're cool?

That child's play back in school

Is forgiven under my rule

I haven't come around in so long

But I'm making a comeback to where I belong …’ 

You continued the song, singing and glancing toward the VIP tent with a large smile covering your face. You wanted Chris to enjoy this as much as you’d enjoyed being loved by someone so openly. 

‘These blokes warm the benches

We been on a winning streak

He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an "E"

Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads

Beer sticking to the floor

Cheers chanted, cause they said

There was no chance, trying to be

The greatest in the league

Where's the trophy?

He just comes running over to me’

As you finished playing the song, the crowd erupted in cheers. You saw people taking photos of the VIP area as well, so you stood and laughed softly while they filmed, took photos of themselves with you in the background, and just overall cheered with excitement. You moved over to the piano, sitting down and smiling out at the crowd as you moved toward the mic. “Now this one? This one you definitely know.” you leaned back and began playing ‘Daylight’ inciting more screams and cheering. 

‘My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight’ 

Chris watched proudly as you sang, he couldn’t believe you two were together and happy. Even given how hectic your lives had been lately, you two still made time for each other. He grinned watching you as others watched him, taking photos and videos. Which you both would gush over later. He couldn’t wait to show you off to all your friends either. He was finally happy, finally with someone who cared about him as a person, and not because of who he was. 

‘Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

And so I became the butt of the joke

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

As you performed, you couldn’t stop smiling; you hoped he would listen to these words and understand how in love you were with him. As the song came to an end, Chris cheered and whistled loudly as you bowed. 

You finished the concert, blowing a kiss to the crowd before going backstage to meet Chris. He stood there, grinning as you leaped into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “Incredible,” he whispered as you grinned. “Yeah? You like the new song?” you asked as he chuckled, Y/E/C shining brightly as you looked up at him, “I loved it. I love you,” he said as you stared into his eyes, a grin taking over your features. “I love you too,” you whispered, pressing your lips into his again. 

Once you changed into a pair of sun bleached jeans, a white tank top with a tan crocheted beach top over it. You hopped into the car with Chris and took off on what would turn out to be a life changing weekend. 

When you both arrived, Chris told you he was going down to the beach where the guys were hanging out around a fire, and you decided to look for the girls. You found them all out on the back patio, and walked through the kitchen to access the back patio. There was Scarlet, along with Ali and a few of her friends. “Hey!” you were speaking to Scarlet, who stood up and grinned, however Ali practically shoved her out of the way and bear hugged you. “Oh my god!” she giggled again, clearly tipsy if not drunk already. “I can’t believe you’re here!” She shouted laughing with her friends. You looked from her to Scarlet and smiled. “Yep!” it was a fake smile but you attempted to look happy. “We have to get you a drink before we make our way down to the beach where the guys are!” she said as she drugged you into the house. 

-Chris’s POV-

You greeted the guys as you approached them, seeing Robert, Jeremy, Mark, Sebastian, and Anthony. The rest of the group was either guys that Chris knew from his life or his family members, like his brother. “Hemsworth! About time you showed up!” Evans laughed as the girls squealing on the deck cause all the guys to look up there. “What’s she doing here? Thought she wasn’t invited Evans.” Robert asked, trying to stifle a laugh. “She wasn’t.” Evans replied in a sharp, venom dripping tone as his nostrils flared a bit. “She came with me. Is there something wrong with her being here?” you asked as everyone got a seat around the fire. 

“Come on Hemsworth we’ve all seen the tabloids…we know you guys are at the very least fucking.” Jeremy said laughing as Mark winched glancing up at you. “Whoa…no, we’re just old friends hanging out. What’s wrong with that?” you asked as the group settled down and glanced at Evans. “Dude…you don’t want to get mixed up in that. Y/N….she’s a nice girl? Bro she’s fuckin psycho. We used to hook up when we all filmed together, she’s a clingy bitch and lousy in bed, the worst mistake I ever made. Just trust me, plus…we’ve all seen it…she used to beg me to film it.” Evans said as a few of the guys tried to hide their laughter. 

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you guys talking about? Y/N & I are friends, I’d never dream of dating her. Not in a million years.” you said before the girls giggled from behind you as Ali rushed past, straight into Evans arms. “Look who decided to show up!” she laughed looking at Y/N as she stood by you. 

-Y/N POV- 

You’d never felt so out of place and awkward in your entire life, hearing the man you were in love with say he’d never date you in a million years stung, alot. The guys were staring at you, some were smirking and eyeing your body, others wouldn’t even meet your eyes, while a few winked, licked their lips and made kissy faces at you. “Y/N has agreed to sing a couple of songs for us!” Ali beamed before looking at you as you looked surprised. “And I know just the songs!” you went to protest but no one backed you up. Not even Hemsworth. 

You felt like everyone knew something you didn’t and what made it worse, was overhearing Chris say he’d never date you. You looked surprised to see Ali reappear with a guitar and leaned over to you as you took a seat around the fire. “Can you play…Is It Over Now? And “Slut!”?” she gave you the fakest puppy eyes and in your gut, you knew. She knew. They all fucking knew. 

You swallowed, and strummed the guitar and tuned it before looking up and across the fire. You saw Chris sitting with Evans and a couple other cast members not even looking at you. Scarlet held a sad look on her face as you began to sing.

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[muddyorbsblr]

charades

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: pre-relationship era; months before 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: workplace bullying (mentioned); language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: hints of mutual pining; we're in Hemsworth's POV

"Come on, it'll be fun, Tiny Terror, I promise." Chris gave your shoulders a slight shake to hopefully snap you out of the sour mood you'd been in all day. It was more than obvious why, considering that there were a good few production assistants that looked like they were on their own personal mission to get you to break composure and break a nose, constantly putting your team down for working too slow or some other reason.

One of them even tried insisting that there were props out of place so they could call into question your skill in clocking the continuity between shots. And while it was simple enough to debunk their accusations, it had also been a rather tedious day even just watching all of the little inconveniences happen that seemed hellbent on putting a damper to your day. He couldn't imagine how much more stressful it was in your shoes.

You were only allowed a few minutes to breathe without much worry when those assistants were pulled aside for Taika to have a word with them. Because other than him, there was someone else that not only witnessed the borderline harassment that occurred today, but was damn near foaming at the mouth to start snapping at them for their insolence.

Tom.

And right now Chris could only imagine that the Brit was standing at full height putting forward every single intimidation tactic he had on display at those people and asking them point blank if they had some sort of issue with you.

"I really don't know, Hemsy, it's been a long day. I kinda just want it to be over," you sighed, the facade you'd put in place of trying to look unbothered finally cracking as your shoulders slumped. "No idea who fucking pissed in their cereal this morning but if their goal was to drag someone down with them, they fucking succeeded. Just wanna go back to my hotel room and order a big bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine and turn my phone off until tomorrow morning."

"Alright, how about this. Just a few rounds, and if you hate it, I'll pay for your pasta and wine?"

You paused, thinking over his offer for a few seconds before finally sighing, "Fine. Thirty minutes. But if I tell you I wanna go, you better be ready to order me the fattest bowl of truffle cream pasta you can find."

Just as you walked off back to your team, Taika and Tom came out of one of the back offices where they sequestered the offending crew members. There were visible scowls on their faces as they muttered to themselves while Taika whispered some instructions to security, probably telling them to keep an eye on the troublemakers moving forward.

"Saw you talking to Lil Mayhem," Taika spoke up once he stood where you did just a few moments ago. "She alright?"

Had the situation not been so tense, Chris probably would have poked a bit of fun at the way Tom's face became visibly more animated as he scanned the set trying to find you. If the Brit became even the slightest bit more enamored with you and still refused to do anything about it, he might have to tell you himself just to caution you that if you didn't feel the same way, you'd have to let him down gently. And preferably sooner rather than later.

"She will be," Chris answered. "She's joining us later."

"Ah perfect," the New Zealander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We can pair her off with Tom."

"Hmm?" There was an alarmed look in Tom's eyes now, the sound coming out of him uncharacteristically higher pitched than normal.

"Oh come on, mate, did you really think nobody noticed? You look at her like a pup, wagging its tail and jumping in place when its mum comes home." Chris clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying not to laugh at how mortified he looked finding out his subtle "work crush" on you wasn't exactly that subtle. "Just don't go humping her leg when she walks in."

"Oh my God, yes you're here too," Tessa exclaimed when you walked into Taika's suite, doing a little bounce on her place at the couch and patting the seat beside her. "We can be partners and smoke their asses."

"Hemsworth promised to buy me pasta if I hated it," you told her with a shrug, sitting at the vacant seat. You didn't seem to have noticed that Tom had moved over, making room next to him on the other side of the table. "And I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Tessa you're already partnered with Chris over here," Taika informed her, pointing at the Australian.

"Hold on since when?" He simply showed her a paper containing all your names, your eyes widening slightly when you saw that yours was next to Tom's. "Fine," she huffed, shifting her gaze over to Chris. "We got this."

Taika then presented a little fishbowl containing folded scraps of paper and explained that a single turn would consist of each of you picking out a paper and trying to sign out whatever was on their paper, while the other had to guess what it was. Straightforward enough. "Whoever's signing cannot talk, but they can make sounds if they think it'll help," he kept on explaining. "Winning pair will get…a nice swanky dinner for two when we get to LA for the premiere. Sound good?"

Lay it on a little thicker, Taika, I don't think they're catching on yet, Chris thought sarcastically, immediately clocking the way your cheeks were reddening and Tom was without a doubt imagining what it would be like to be sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant, imagining that you two were on a proper date. What with the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, along with that dopey lovestruck smile painting his face every time you even shared the same breathing space, it wasn't that hard to take a guess what the Brit was thinking right at this moment.

Once everyone had a scrap of paper in their hand, Taika spun a little wheel of your names to pick out which pair went first. "Alrighty then, Tom? Y/N? Which one of you'll be guessing first?"

"Oh, uhm…can I guess first? 'Cause I can't sign for shit."  Your request as you addressed Tom sounded casual enough, had it not been for the chuckle at the end that immediately had both Chris and Taika knowing much better than to mistake your demeanor for 'casual'. Seemed you were as skittish around Tom as he was around you.

And maybe Chris didn't have to interfere and advise you to let his friend down easy after all. Maybe he just had to sit back and let you two find each other at your own pace.

Though admittedly this was the type of behavior that started out cute but would grow frustrating to watch if it went on for too long. If neither of you made a move in the coming weeks he might be tempted to lock you two in a cramped storage closet to move things along.

Tom stood up from his seat, cheeks quickly becoming tinged with pink when he saw the words on his little scrap of paper before looking up and holding your gaze. On a whim, Chris decided to take his phone out and have his camera at the ready.

The chime on Taika's phone signaled him to start, and he held up five fingers in front of you.

"Five words." He then nodded and held up one finger before creating a letter "T" with his hands. "First word 'The'." He held up four fingers next and did the "T" symbol again. "And fourth word 'The'. So 'The Blank-Blank The Blank'?"

He nodded at you, a light shining in both your eyes as he kept on, like a couple of kids excited they found someone to play with. But then when Tom went on to sign the second word, for a split second you gave him a look that had everyone in the room that paid even the smallest amount of attention that his affections were definitely not one-sided.

You were well on your way to being completely smitten with him, too.

He held up two fingers before making a lassoing motion and snapping his fingers so loud that the sound made your neck twitch, your eyes glazing over as he pointed to the space in front of him. "Uh…uhm…Capture?" He shook his head, repeating the motion again. "Herding?" He shook his head again. "Collaring--Cowboy?" He let out a laugh before shaking his head again. "Okay I don't think I'm gonna get that, maybe another word we're running out of time."

Tom took a deep breath, as if composing himself before holding up five fingers. And then he drew his hands close to his chest and started making the most ridiculous sound with his head tilted to the ceiling. "Ememememe omomomomo".

That had you bursting into a fit of giggles, making him break out into a face-splitting grin and a few chuckles of his own. "I'm sorry I got absolutely nothing on that, go back to the second word." He went back to the lassoing and snapping movement. "Wait is this for a person or an animal?" He made a motion as if weighing an object in each of his hands, signaling to you that it was both. "Both?! Okay so…domestication?" He shook his head, but motioning for you to keep going down that route. "The--Taming?" Then you gasped, standing up right as two seconds were left on the clock, clapping your hands. "The Taming of the Shrew! The Taming of the Shrew!"

Out of the sheer excitement in the moment, he made his way around the table, grasping for your hands before framing your face in his hands. Had you both lost yourselves in the moment for even a few seconds longer, Chris would have bet good money that you two would have shared a kiss right in front of them.

But then both of you froze in place, giving each other an awkward smile before he stepped back, making his way back to where he stood seconds before. Good thing Chris already had his phone in hand and snapped a photo before your mutual shyness toward each other got the better of you.

"Cute," Taika commented, throwing Tom a look. "Alrighty then Y/N, it's your turn now."

You stood, looking at your scrap of paper and then looking around the room, your eyes landing on the decorative skull flower vase on the dining table.

Before you could signal for Taika to start the clock, Tom spoke up, "Hamlet?"

A choked sound of utter shock slipped out of everyone else in the room. "Hold up, that counts right, T?" Taika just nodded.

"How the fuck--Are you two telepathically connected or something?" Tessa threw the question out, pointing her finger at both of you. "You know what it doesn't matter, the night's still young. We still got a chance to smoke 'em, Hemsworth."

Chris wasn't paying much attention, shooting you a text instead. So you wanna cash in on that free food, Tiny Terror?

He had to fight back the knowing grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing the message you typed back. I could stay a few more rounds.

A/N: I did mention before that I have some pre-relationship chapters planned for these two blorbos, right? 👀 Well if I didn't, I'm saying it now. Chapters. Plural. I honestly don't know how many pieces I have in store for this collection but safe to say it's not ending any time soon. 😳💖

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[kimbureh]

Okay, it's almost 8 years since Mad Max Fury Road premiered in cinemas, and 15 hours ago the trailer for the long announced Furiosa prequel has dropped. I'm not one for media hype, but I am pumped for this, and here is why:

there is a clear aesthetic continuity with Mad Max Fury Road: the color scheme, the bright eyes, the center frame. The look is referenced enough to be recognizeable, but it's not just a simple copy but adjusts it to the story: the color isn't *quite* as glaring, the center frame isn't adhered to as strictly as in mmfr

it's called HER Odyssey! Chris Hemsworth (who is there for some reason) asks Furiosa "do you have it in you to make it epic?"; this, my friends, is Nico Lathouris speaking. He's not just one of the writing credits of mmfr, he's also a master of ancient storytelling techniques, and he's telling us right to the face what he's about to do. Furiosa is an Odyssey with a female protagonist, and just as Odysseus in the Greek original, we can expect her to be a complex character, sometimes making questionable choices (she becomes Immortan's Imperator for a good reason!).

the religious references are just as numerous; she's called the darkest angel, the promo poster shows her with an halo (and the low angle shot of hers with a soft focus length?? Goddess). Does she rise from the ashes of this world to become a Godlike figure herself, just as Immortan Joe attempts to be, because it's either apotheosis or death? A guy like Lathouris, who knows the old canon so well, might have some very interesting ideas on that.

there are war boys! RIDING EPIC CARS!!

more references from mmfr: the shot of Max standing up from the trickling sand is reference (symbol of his pain & overcoming bondage), as well as the shot Nux driving his car looking at the audience through the windshield (absolute madness trying to follow his destiny bestowed to him by Immortan). I am curious to what degree Furiosa might go through Max's and Nux's arc, but with a twist???

the green place! VUVALINI!! SO MANY VUVALINI!!!!!!

"REMEMBER HER"

this is going to be epic in the most literal sense!!!

MARGARET SIXEL IS EDITING THIS!!!!! I want a three hour reel of her talking about her craft

[theladyofshalott1989]

🌈️ Hogwarts Legacy Pride Week: Day Two!

Prompt: Modern AU

🤫 "Mum's the Word" (Ch. 3: "He's a friend from work!")

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[ Chapter Two ]

[ Chapter One ]

Synopsis: It's Sebastian's 31st birthday, but also his first anniversary with Damien. So, what do they do? Attend Damien's Zumba class of course! With his mum? Check! And will there be presents? Double check! But there's also another big surprise headed Sebastian's way...

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2304

Relevant Tags: POV Sebastian Sallow, Modern AU, Bisexual Sebastian Sallow, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Banter, Pining, Sebastian Sallow Is Bad at Feelings, Proposal, Fluff, Chris Hemsworth Appreciation, Chris Evans Slander

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Author's Note: Alexa, play “Give Me Everything” by Pitbull.

@hogwartslegacyprideweek

One Year Later…

Sebastian was currently ogling his boyfriend's outrageously well-proportioned arse. Like, offensively good. A true work of art. A Michelangelo sculpture in motion, if Michelangelo had ever sculpted in Lycra. This would've been a perfectly pleasant way to pass the time if they weren't currently surrounded by pensioners shaking it to Shakira.

Because, of course, at this very moment, Sebastian was attending Damien's Zumba class. Where else would he be on their first anniversary? Clubbing? A romantic dinner? No. He was at the front of a whole army of old women, all of whom had better rhythm than he did.

Today marked what Damien liked to call their "real" anniversary: Halloween. The day they met. Also, coincidentally, the day Sebastian and Anne were born, which meant it was technically Sebastian's birthday. He should have had the divine right to do whatever he bloody well wanted. But no.

In a stunning act of self-sacrifice, or perhaps temporary madness, Sebastian decided to throw Damien a bone, so to speak, and show up for Zumba. Again. For the second time. Because the first time a year ago had been more than enough… until tonight, that was. Sebastian Sallow did many things well, but dancing was not one of them. His limbs operated on a strict 'no coordination' policy.

Anne wasn't here tonight, even though she'd been the one to introduce them exactly a year ago, because she was currently ridiculously pregnant. She'd reached the "waddling and death-staring anyone who dared suggest she 'glowed'" stage. She and her husband, Ominis, were expecting their first any day now. Sebastian had popped by their flat last night, and Anne had looked thoroughly miserable, like a woman personally betrayed by the concept of childbirth. Frankly, Sebastian was thrilled to be a man and blissfully uterus-free. He didn't handle pain well. In fact, he'd stubbed his toe last week and nearly filed a will. But that was beside the point. 

Also present: Damien's mum, Mrs. Potpourri herself, the woman, the myth, the legend, Mary Evans. Zumba regular and resident social butterfly. Tonight she was, naturally, in full workout regalia, radiating posh cheer. Sebastian had grown relatively accustomed to her, after attending what felt like the entire social season of family dinners at the Evans estate in Mayfair. So that was something.

Unfortunately, Mary was one of those extroverts who believed silence was a disease to be cured, and she was on a personal mission to introduce Sebastian to every single elderly woman in the class. Even during song breaks. Especially during song breaks. Like right now, as he stood sweating profusely and contemplating faking an ankle injury.

"Sebastian!" Mary all but chirped, seizing his shoulder with shocking force for such a short woman. "This is my friend Susan! She says she's never seen someone with so many freckles before!"

Sebastian shot Damien a please help me look, but Damien was otherwise engaged, deep in conversation with the woman who had been dancing aggressively to Sebastian's left all evening. She was new. She was chatty. And, blessedly, she had fixated on Damien instead of him. For now. Small mercies.

Sebastian turned back to Susan, somehow managing to muster a polite nod. "Lovely to meet you," he said, raising a limp hand. "Susan, was it?"

Susan beamed, the studio lights bouncing off her glasses, nearly blinding Sebastian in the process. "Freckles on a man are just divine," she said, a little too dreamily. "I told Mary, any woman who catches your eye is an awfully lucky girl."

Ah. Well. That explained the besotted look. 

Sebastian had asked Damien, in a rare moment of self-preservation, not to act overly couple-y tonight. No hand-holding. No smug winking. Definitely no mid-Zumba kisses. Not because he was ashamed—God no!—but because his dancing was so painfully tragic that he didn't want Damien associated with it. Damien had frowned, but hadn't argued. Sebastian planned on making it up to him later. 

Before he could respond, Mary let out a theatrical gasp and batted Susan's arm. "Oh heavens, no! No, Susan. Sebastian's dating my son. No ladies for him! Not on my watch."

Sebastian nearly choked on his own breath. So much for subtlety. So much for keeping the whole "deeply, irrevocably gay for each other" thing on the down-low.

Susan turned a shade of red usually reserved for old-timey telephone boxes. "Oh! I do apologize. I didn't realize!"

Sebastian waved a hand in the air casually, as if to say it happens all the time. Which, honestly, it kind of did? For some reason people tended to think Sebastian was aggressively straight. To be fair, he had thought so for the first thirty years of his life. Truly silly, that. Anyway… 

"No harm done," he replied.

Luckily, Damien cued up the next song: Pitbull's "Timber," of course. Because what better soundtrack for minor public humiliation?

And oh. Oh no. Damien's arse was back. Front and center. Wiggling like it had ambitions of its own. He was dancing like he "just don't care," which—did the youths still say that? Did it matter? Absolutely not, because Damien winked at him mid-shimmy, and Sebastian nearly forgot how legs worked. Good thing he hadn't tried to start the routine yet, or he'd have face planted right into the laminate flooring.

Sebastian’s dancing throughout the rest of the song was… (probably) passable. He managed a few kicks, somewhat in sync, mainly because he told himself they were a therapeutic outlet. A means of booting his workday stress into the ether. Because uni students, while allegedly the future, were also deeply annoying in the present. But he digressed.

Before he could spiral further into existential academia rage, a round of overly enthusiastic clapping snapped him back to reality.

"Everyone!" a voice called out. Now, logically, that should've been Damien, what with him being the instructor and all. But no. It was Mary. Damien's mum. Commanding the room like she was about to give a TED Talk on how to choose one's signature scent for a night out on the town. 

Damien blinked, glanced at Sebastian, then shrugged with an expression that said, let's see where she's going with this, but I'll step in if necessary. At least Sebastian assumed. 

She clapped again, louder this time. "Everyone! Today isn't just Halloween," she declared, beaming. "It's the anniversary of my darling son—"

"Mum! Stop!" Damien shouted, clearly mortified.

Damien’s mother did not, in fact, stop.

"—and his lovely boyfriend—"

"MUM!" That was Damien again, obviously, sounding increasingly like he was about to teleport out of his own skin.

Sebastian, right on cue, added a strangled, "Mary, please!"

But alas, it was too late. Far, far too late.

The entire room of retirees erupted into applause.

And then, things somehow got worse.

"Now!" Mary called out. "I've invited some guests today to help us celebrate!"

Guests?

Guests?!

Sebastian's soul briefly attempted to exit his body. How? Who knew? But he was pretty sure it was a near thing. Who, in the name of all things powdered and permed, had Mary bloody invited?

Mary, seemingly unbothered by the collective panic radiating from Sebastian and her darling son, whipped out her mobile from the pocket of her blinding magenta joggers.

She tapped the screen. Speaker phone. Because of course. "We're ready for you. Come on in!"

Sebastian and Damien turned to each other, faces flushed, eyes wide, eyebrows sky-high. Damien's mouth flapped uselessly, open, shut, open again. No words flowed forth, until…

"Mum," he croaked, "who—?"

But he didn't get to finish the question. Because at that very moment, through the doors of the fitness studio strode—

Chris. Motherfucking. Evans.

No.

Absolutely not.

This was a hallucination. A stress-induced mirage brought on by Zumba and secondhand embarrassment.

"Mum! No!" Damien yelped, launching himself forward so fast he nearly flattened the elderly woman doing post-song stretches beside Sebastian. He skidded to a halt in front of the literal Captain America, and also Sebastian's least favorite celebrity Chris. 

Sebastian, meanwhile, was rooted to the floor. Statues were less stiff than he was. Heat surged from the tips of his toes to the top of his unruly mop of hair. He briefly considered faking unconsciousness, then thought better of it. Although… maybe it was a good idea after all? Especially since Chris Evans was grinning at him smugly. 

And now Chris Evans was raising his hands, seemingly attempting to placate Damien. "Relax, D. I'm not here to steal your thunder." His voice dropped conspiratorially as he pulled something small from his shirt pocket and leaned in, whispering into Damien's ear.

Sebastian watched his boyfriend's brows fly upwards in cartoonish disbelief. Damien fumbled with the object—something small and rectangular. A case for cufflinks? A… very tiny book? A very small container of lube? Although… that would be a bizarre thing for Chris Evans to hand to his cousin. So probably not that. 

Then, Damien gave a cautious nod. He let Chris Evans step forward.

Sebastian blinked. Once. Twice. What in the actual hell was happening? Come to think of it, was he dead? Had he died and been sent to hell? It made a certain sort of sense… 

The room had gone oddly quiet. Most of the ladies looked vaguely curious, but mostly unmoved. Sebastian suspected they had no idea who Chris Evans was. Maybe they recognized him from some BBC miniseries where he played a brooding detective in a jumper. If that was even a thing. Sebastian didn't know. He avoided everything he possibly could that Chris Evans somehow managed to get cast in, what with him not being able to act and all that nonsense. 

Chris Evans turned to Sebastian with a glint in his eye that spelled trouble. "Sebastian," he said solemnly, "brace yourself."

Brace himself? Brace himself? For what, exactly? What level of chaos had Mary Evans unleashed? And how much, precisely, had Damien disclosed about Sebastian's interests?

Okay, he'd clearly told her that Sebastian liked Marvel movies. Great. But he had neglected to mention that Sebastian couldn't stand Chris bloody Evans.

And then—

AND THEN.

Chris Hemsworth walked into the room like the god of thunder himself, glowing, grinning, hair practically backlit by divine light. 

"Sebastian!" he boomed. "Nice to meet you!" 

"He's a friend from work," Evans quipped, already sporting a grin that could only be described as shit-eating. "We were filming nearby. Mary thought it would be fun if we popped in to say hello to my favorite cousin and his ridiculously handsome… fiancé."

…Fiancé?

Fiancé…?

Sebastian spun around. Where was Damien?

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh yes???

Damien was right below him. Literally. On one knee. Ring in hand. Smiling up at him like this was not a fever dream produced by Zumba-induced dehydration. And Sebastian even had his Nalgene with him this time, having not forgotten it on the Tube like last year. 

"I, uh… wasn't exactly planning to do this here," Damien began, shooting a daggered look at his mother, who looked entirely too innocent. "But, erm… Sebastian…" He cleared his throat and adjusted his knee on the polished studio floor. "You already know I love you. Excessively. Obnoxiously, some might say. But, erm, I realized last month that I don't want to be with anyone else. Just you. Forever. If you, erm… don't mind?"

Sebastian's knees turned into jelly. It was a miracle he hadn't collapsed already. The world around him, the Zumba grannies, the two Chris-es, even Chris Hemsworth, his Day-One celebrity crush, even though it took him a while to realize it was a crush and not something else entirely, just sort of… blurred. All that remained was Damien. Bright-eyed, a little sweaty, and down on one knee, like a bloody prince out of a fairytale. 

"Do you… do you mind?" Damien asked, voice gentler now, eyes wide with worry. "We could, uh… honestly, we can do this somewhere else—"

Sebastian didn't answer, not at first. Instead, he dropped to his knees with a thud, holding back a wince. That was definitely going to bruise. But he didn't care. Not one bit. 

He scooted forward on the floor, grabbed Damien by the back of the neck and pulled him close until their foreheads touched.

"Damien Andrew Evans," Sebastian whispered against Damien's lips, out of breath, and not just because he had been dancing terribly mere minutes ago. "That's a yes. Obviously. You gorgeous, exasperating fool."

Damien kissed him first, because of course he did. That was so very them. Sebastian smirked against his mouth, already dizzy with joy and adrenaline.

The room exploded—yes, again—into applause and whooping and what might have been a very enthusiastic "YAAAS QUEEN" from one of Mary's friends. Over the cheers, someone (most likely Mary) cranked the speaker and suddenly Pitbull's "Give Me Everything" blasted like it was 2011 all over again. It was completely surreal. And somehow absolutely perfect.

Sebastian broke into a delightful peal of laughter. Damien joined in, and together they collapsed sideways onto the floor, arms looped around each other, like the idiots in love that they were. 

Damien's shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal a sliver of his slightly bigger belly, courtesy of Sebastian's bread-making. It pressed against Sebastian's ribs in the most delicious way possible. Sebastian's brain promptly short-circuited with lust. He wanted Damien. All of him. Clothes gone. Right now.

But, alas. Witnesses. Dozens of them. Including Damien's mum. And—glory be!—Chris Hemsworth.

Sebastian did not think about Chris Evans. He refused. He wasn't about to let America's ass ruin his engagement.

Anyway, Sebastian had found his own hero. His name was Damien, he wore questionable tank tops, had a bizarre taste in music, and taught Zumba to old ladies, but, most importantly, his ass was the eighth wonder of the world. So there, Chris Evans! So fucking there. 

[sepublic]

IDW Transformers’ take on the war and the origins of the Decepticons was one of those things that was rly thoughtful and interesting to read as a kid (so as the target demographic I guess lol) only as an adult to have some rly troubling implications like the ones you pointed out. I was EXTREMELY relieved that TF One swapped it back so that the Autobots are the low-class miners and the Decepticons were the military (closer to the original cartoon anyway) while still using the IDW comics as inspiration in other ways.

Transformers One is such a strange case for me because on the one hand, it's propaganda. I'm sorry but it's transparently propaganda, it's executives embracing IDW's attempt at "maturity" that well-intentioned or not, inevitably paints the revolutionaries as villains by having them arbitrarily blow up an orphanage, because we gotta demonize revolutionaries who use violence.

We gotta warn kids of the dangers of the violent revolution, because revolution is only permitted if peaceful! Let's just ignore what we were taught about the American Revolution... Seriously, look at the elites' response to Brian Thompson's assassination!

That being said. This is like 95% speculation. But there are clear differences between IDW and Transformers One. So to me, personally, it feels like the writers —Eric Pearson, Andrew Barrer, and Gabriel Ferrari— were aware of the issues of the IDW premise. They were given a basic outline by executives. And so they opted to smooth over the issues as much as they could, work with it, while still being stuck with that basic problem at the end of the day.

So as you've said, I appreciate Orion and D-16 being working-class bots, that they're both coming from the same place. I appreciate the framing of Orion's opposition coming from the concept of Anti-Death Penalty, that no government should have the power to execute people. I appreciate the implications of D-16 siding with disgruntled military soldiers, whose only idea of fixing society is to destroy enemies.

There's something to be said about people who fantasize purely on committing violence, without any of the actual work of rebuilding and keeping things running! That's why Orion's rebellion consists of his fellow miners. I can see the implication, that even if D-16 hadn't gone off, there would inevitably be friction between the High Guard's jingoism and the civilians when Orion reformats things, and bans the death penalty.

...But again, again! D-16 is a black man. Not literally but he's voiced by Brian Tyree Henry, anyone can hear his voice. And his chanting of "Rise up" is juxtaposed with Orion Pax, who is voiced by white MCU star Chris Hemsworth. It feels ridiculous how the movie bends over backwards to paint D-16 as evil with shots of civilians running away from the convenient collateral of his shots, but nothing like that is ever shown with our protagonists and their damage!

B slicing up other Cybertronians is treated as a gag, but Sentinel's life and death matters more than his guards' which is uh. A weird way to frame things. I guess maybe it's because D-16 is doing it out of "reckless anger" whereas B isn't trying to...? But ultimately, the violence of our protagonists is meant to be framed as out of strict necessity, which is something I have to acknowledge.

I can't say for sure what Pearson, Barrer, and Ferrari were thinking. I appreciate Transformers One for smoothing out the edges. But I can't help but see D-16 as a pastiche of BLM activists, of the UHC shooter, because he's willing to be angry and violent towards his oppressors. He's a black man who gets branded and his violence is treated as exceptional and unique because of his anger, meanwhile B's kills are a gag.

There's an irony in that Sentinel's higher-class life is treasured by the narrative, but the lives of his comparatively lower-class bodyguards are worth nothing. The pervasiveness, it felt insidious; It genuinely kept me from enjoying the final battle between Optimus and Megatron, how the narrative wants to be triumphant but the dark undertone can’t be ignored. Call me a buzzkill.

I know people think this sort of trope is meant to be 'nuanced', that it makes for a more 'interesting' villain, one you can relate to and sympathize with. See yourself in. But in the end, you can only go so far in "reclaiming" a stereotype. You can't be in utter denial of the subtext and intention behind it. You can't claim this is actually good writing, I thought we were liking these villains out of spite, not in support of a narrative we think is secretly on our side too!

That executives need a revolution story where the ultimate villain who causes even more violence in the long run is, GASP, a revolutionary who shows people like them no mercy, is telling. There can only be a revolution in media if it shows the elite being deliberately spared at all costs, even to the point of Orion sacrificing his own life (Even if for D-16’s soul), while their own workers like those bodyguards are just fodder.

G1 was not the pinnacle of Leftist media but it was also inoffensive and knew what it was. This is… different.

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Marvel Masterlist

Please note Tom Holland is on my main Masterlist with his brothers.

My requests are always open!

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+ ❤️‍🩹 Angst 🖤Sad 💛Male reader ❤️‍🔥 possessive 💔 heartbreak

Chris Evans

💕Snowed in (one shot requested)

Snowed in on Christmas day isn't the worst.

💕 Triplets (one shot requested)

Early morning on your Triplets' third birthday.

🖤💕 Our Little Miracle (one shot requested)

After 3 miscarriages you and Chris finally get a happy ending.

💕 Twirling home (one shot requested)

Chris and your daughter surprise you at your ballet performance.

💕 Fake It 'Til You Feel It (one shot requested)

A PR relationship turns into something very real.

💕 Loving you in public (one shot requested)

You and Chris break up before a red carpet and then your friends help you get back together.

💕Not me (one shot requested)

You're dating Sebastian and Chris can't understand why it can't be him.

Dad Chris AU (connected stand alone stories with the same kids Millie, Maisie, Ava and Jude.)

💕Silent (one shot requested)

The kids are finally all asleep on a long car ride and a soft moment between you and Chris.

🖤 Funeral (one shot requested)

Chris and the kids supporting you at your mum's funeral.

💕Snow day (one shot requested)

Stuck in a snowstorm Chris makes the best out of being snowed in.

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Sebastian Stan

The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

💕 You Won't (one shot)

Bucky is scared this mission will make him turn back into the winter soldier with no memory of her and she assured him he wont forget her.

💕 Pissed off (one shot)

Bucky gets kidnapped but the fact they pissed off his sniper wife is more dangerous.

💕 You never called me back (long one shot)

You find out you're pregnant after Sebastian has already broken up with you and blocked you so he doesn't know until years later.

Chris Hemsworth

Thor

Tom Hiddleston

Loki

Paul Rudd/Ant Man

Anthony Mackie/The Falcon

RDJ/Iron Man

Elizabeth Olsen

💕It's you X Fem Reader (one shot requested)

You bump into each other after six years.

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You and Elizabeth have a day at the beach like when you were kids.

💕Surprise Fem Reader (one shot requested)

It's your birthday and you hate surprise parties so Lizzie has something else planned.

The Scarlet Witch

Benedict Cumberbatch/Doctor Strange

Scarlett Johansson/Black Widow

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[blade-liger-4ever]

I just need to let this out

The new film, Transformers One, from what I've seen of spoilers taken straight from the theaters and what I've read up on Wikipedia, is a good show. It's got plot threads and characterizations taken across practically every medium of the franchise, and even utilizes the Transformers: Prime theme music twice in the film. It's honestly, all things considered, the best TF film since Age of Extinction in 2014.

But....The only one whose acting I actually enjoy is Brian Tyree Henry, the guy playing a young Megatron.

And that's great; he's a fan, and his love for the Transformers comes through crystal clear in his performance. I fully admit he doesn't tonally sound like Frank Welker's Megatron, but he sounds like Megatron: his vocal range hits every emotional beat you'd expect/are familiar with Megatron having in the various cartoons and comics, and he practically swallowed the source material and became Megatron, all while making use of verbal tics Frank Welker has employed for the character and making it his own while still being Megatron in his own right without stepping on what Frank Welker has done with Megatron.

And I love that. Heck, I 100% expected him to walk away from this production with all the awards, and he'd have earned them all in my eyes.

But....listening to Chris Hemsworth as Orion/Optimus....there's, there's a kind of lacking and restraint there.

Don't get me wrong, he's admitted to going to Peter Cullen himself for advice/guidance in playing Orion/Optimus and to make sure he doesn't goof up his portrayal of the character. But, there's not nearly as much range in his emotions as there is with Brian Tyree Henry. Maybe he's leaning into Orion/Optimus being the more controlled of the two, maybe he's leaning into the immaturity too much, or maybe he just feels like a bull in a china shop with all the pressure on him.

But...he could've done more. He could've - could've tried harder to be emotionally present, like Brian.

And I just - I just can't feel anything from his performance, save one line - and even then, that one line is, essentially, Orion's last words before dying and being reborn as Optimus Prime. I will give him this, he made me believe Orion was seconds away from death.

But everything else....there's not quite as much effort in it, most likely for fear of losing a balance between honoring Mr. Cullen's work and staying in his own lane. And when he speaks, it's....not that impactful.

There's not...how do I explain this....He just, he just doesn't have a vocal presence. He doesn't stand on his own in this movie; if anything, he sounds like a walking anomaly and just hearing him talk makes my suspension of disbelief for the movie shatter.

Scarlett Johanssen, I'm just gonna be blunt: she was a mistake to cast as Elita One.

Elita is one of my favorite females in Transformers of all time, and Johanssen - every time she speaks in this movie, my brain just registers the moody, teenage porcupine she voiced in Sing and Sing 2. She doesn't fit as Elita. There's too much youth in her voice (says something that she has the voice of a teenager), too much strictness/harshness, and not enough warmth and feminine strength in her voice like there was in G1. That's the whole point of Elita: she's the feminine counterpart that complements Optimus' masculinity.

And they took it from her. They took it, from me.

Yes, Elita doesn't have as much memory/love held to her as Optimus does, and I understand that people are gonna mischaracterize her. But that doesn't make it okay; it doesn't make it okay that she's modernized while having attempts at making her nice/still partially given feminine qualities to - this version of her.

And I hate how she fights in this movie. She moves like Black Widow - all slip 'n slide, using confusion and up-close-tactics with kick/leg-grappling-thing techniques.

Elita, in the original, from what we saw, was both a distance fighter (read: she shot a space gun), and capable of close quarters combat that was both feminine and practical. Heck, she was even more bad-aft than the movie portrays her: she literally caught a missile in her debut and threw it back at the Decepticons.

Why is a fighting style like THAT so hard to emulate?

Bumblebee, I don't care. His appeal has become lost on me for almost two, maybe years now. But dear Lord in Heaven, he is so annoying in TF One. No joke, Megatron would be in the rights for ripping his voice box out in this continuity.

That said....the guy doing him, somehow, manages to convey the seemingly eternal sugar rush this version is on. And he gets a small nod of approval from me for being physically active behind the mic in order to sell his performance.

(Despite that, something about the actor rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's that both he and Bee never shut up, I don't know. I do know that I never wanna be in the same room as him.)

Shockwave....is too emotive, but it gets a pass from me because so far as I can see, all his emoting in this film is a direct result from hearing Bee yap non-stop, including in an unconscious state. That's passable for me. A tic, yes, but passable.

Soundwave still sounds monotonous, but the ones in charge get an 'X' in my eyes for not getting Frank Welker back for the character.

Starscream is done interestingly, and although I don't yet know how to rank Steve Buscemi's delivery of the character's lines, I'll let Buscemi slide because he's had experience in voice acting - little bits, but the experience counts. I'll also let him slide because he returned to volunteer firefighter duty when 9/11 happened, and he stayed there all three days of search and rescue. So, while I can't rate his performance fully, he has my respect and I will not take on his portrayal negatively because of that.

Sentinel....I'll give the VA this, he pulls off the airy, self-aggrandising theatrics well. Beyond that, to be decided.

Laurence Fishburne as Alpha Trion....I'm not sold. His voice is too deep, and while I have many issues with George Takei, he did, indeed, nail Alpha Trion's performance post G1. Takei's experience, plus his voice, allows him to sell Trion as an old, yet still physically capable, former Prime whose wisdom is sound and collected from eons of experience.

All I get from Fishburne's portrayal is "old but still tough", and that's not enough for this character, in my book.

That's...more or less it. I'm just, really tired of consistently getting new Transformers media that has potential, but without Peter Cullen and Frank Welker even being approached for the projects. Yes, there's a possibility that they both tell/told these people to pound sand, but they've said repeatedly that they're getting pushed aside by the higher ups. And they've been so vocal about wanting to play the characters, but are constantly being given the boot by Hasbro.

They deserve better than that. The fans deserve better than that, and even I deserve better than that.

Peter Cullen and Frank Welker are the reason I and so many others had such golden childhoods. It's painful to see them getting disrespected like this, and I hate that more new TF media is being made without them, especially since they aren't getting any younger.

I'm not scared, exactly, about them dying.

I'm just scared they won't be able to have any more rodeos in Transformers media together before their time comes.

And that is why, ultimately, I can't bring myself to enjoy or watch Transformers: One. Why I don't care that it's failing like this.

Because Hasbro had their chance many times, and they've failed me. They keep failing me, Peter Cullen, Frank Welker, and all of us.

I'm just done caring for new shows from Transformers unless it's got our childhood heroes voicing our favorite characters with the good writing they had up until Transformers: Robots in Disguise 2015. And given this commercial blowout, I won't be getting satisfied anytime soon.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I hope you don't mind the release of my pain, but I've held it in for a month, more or less. I just needed to make it public.