#comfort movie challenge

[ariel-seagull-wings]

COMFORT MOVIE CHALLENGE: MUPPET TREASURE ISLAND

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Released in 1996, his is the second Muppet feature film directed by Brian Henson, based on a classic work of literature and released in partnership with the Walt Disney Company (before the aquisition of the Muppet franchise by Disney was really officialized in the early 2000s), after 1992′s The Muppet Christmas Carol.

This time adapting the famous children’s pirate adventure novel by Robert Louis Stevenson, they cast the human actors Kevin Bishop as Jim Hopkins, Tim Curry as Long John Silver, Billy Connoly as Billy Bones, and Jennifer Saunders as tavern owner Mrs. Bluveridge, while the Muppet actors are Kermit the Frog as ship Captain Smollet, Miss Piggy as Smollet’s fiancee Benjamina Gunn, Sam the Eagle as Mr Arrow, Fozzie Bear as Squire Trelawney and the duo of Gonzo and Rizzo as eighteen century versions of themselves.

Meant as an energetic adventure and musical comedy movie for the whole family, the film is quick to extablish the characters of Jim Hopkins, Gonzo and Rizzo as three on their luck tavern workers.

Rizzo is sardonic and prefers a life of comfort, safety and plenty of food, while Jim (who here is portrayed as a young orphan of both parents) and Gonzo dream of excitement travelling trough the seas.

One of the clients of the tavern, former pirate Billy Bones, dies, leaving the map to find the treasure of Pirate Captain Flint to Jim, while pirates burn the tavern down.

So the trio goes to ask the rich Squire Trelawney a ship to search for the buried treasure. Squire Trelawney, a person of unconventional mind that confindes in an imaginary friend who lives in his finger, called Mr Bimbo, is excited with the idea, and presents to them the ship called Hispaniola, that shall be comanded by Captain Smollet and his right hand man Mr Arrow.

Among the crew that Squire Trelawney hires for the travel, Jim, Gonzo and Rizzo meet the ship cook Long John Silver, a charismatic man with a dark sense of humour, who becomes a close friend of Jim.

The young boy, naive and longing for a father figure, becomes trusty of Long John, while Gonzo and Rizzo, neglected by Jim, feel something is off with the cook, because before dying Billy Bones had warned them to beware of a one legged man, a description that fits Long John, who has only one leg and walks with a cane.

Jim is the normal every person who acts and is a surrogate for the audience, that gets emerged in the colorfull world of the port, the ship and the island.

You get a nice balance of chaotic meta humour of the 70s version of the Muppets with dramatic acting and character focus that would become strong in the 90s.

While the main cast of characters is firm in being their roles and invested in their emotional conflicts, you get little fourt wall breaking jokes like rat tourists visiting the location in modern atire right while the movie is being made, Statler and Waldorf as two wood ship figureheads who makes about the movie and a small cameo of the Swedish Chef dressed as a parody of an island native preparing to cook the imprisoned Rizzo, Gonzo and Smollet while the vegetables say to the audience “Well, how did you expected we would put him in the movie?”

And being a Muppet movie musical, you can expect well elaborated numbers presentings fun, beautifull, catchy songs the somber opening villain song“Shiver my Timbers”, the I Want song “Something There”, the epic “Sailing for Adventure”, the hilariously random “Cabin Fever”, the intimidating “Boom Shakalaka”, the romantic ballad “Love Led Us Here” and the dancing relaxing reggae “Lover Power”, courtesy of none other than Bob Marley’s son Ziggy Marley.

This colorfull, age of sail musical fantasy with Muppets gives a strong atmosphere that reminds of the joy of summer. 

There is an entertaining combination of character drama, action, a touch of a horror atmosphere, romance and the goold old comedy that only the Muppets can, and it now enters in the list of my favorite movies, that is probably the best pirate movie ever made.

[themousefromfantasyland]

Comfort Movie Challenge: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)

Why didn't I watch this earlier?

Thanks, @thealmightyemprex , I have a new favorite movie of all time and it's all because of you. This is the type of fantasy that I was missing on, the one that drinks from folklore and mythology, that isn't afraid to be surreal at times, the type that goes batcrap insane.

I think the best way to summarize this movie is that Prince Ahmed and the young thief Abu try to save a beautiful princess from the evil sorcerer Jaffar. But there's so much more going on, Genies trapped in bottles, flying mechanic horses, killing mechanic Hindu goddesses, etc. I'm not that big on Arabian Nights' stories, but I read enough of them to know that when you read one you can clearly feel Scheherazade making stuff up until sunrise, with plots that end with new plots, and stories within stories, so I'm glad this is the feeling I get from this movie.

I have three characters I want to talk about.

First, Abu. I still have trouble believing a POC character stole all the protagonism of the bland main white couple. Abu is the one that goes on adventures, Abu is the one who releases the genie, and Abu is the one who kills the bad guy in the climax. He is the thief of the movie's title. Even when he is hit with the now common "POC becomes an animal" and becomes a dog by the middle of the film, he still somehow quickly overcomes this, becoming a human again and ending the movie going on more adventures.

The Genie is amazing. His over-the-top evil laugh, his deceitful language. Played by a black actor, he's another character that steals the spotlight of the white protagonists.

Jaffar is an amazing and terrifying villain. In this movie, he's a super sorcerer. He can summon storms, turn people into animals, blind them, and build sophisticated animatronic machines. This "magical robotics" that he knows gives the movie just an edge of sci-fi at times and it is great.

There is a lot of criticism to be had too, especially how this is basically "Orientalism: The Movie". It's painful to see so many black, Asian, and Indian people in the background, and the main leads are still interpreted by white people. Despite that, I love this surreal and magical universe and how it loves and cherishes its source material so much.

[viledictorian]

It took a lot of editing and drawing, but here it is! I'll be using it for my own creations. Please do credit me if you use it.

[sequenceofmind]

mike is such an instigator, zendaya just follows him in his chaos and josh is being josh

and then there's me smiling like an idiot, watching the chaos unfold

[chlmtsdoll]

omg omg yes patrickkk!! maybe something like he says something in regards to her relationship with art and tashi and how one day she’ll be alone and they’ll leave her after she retires and she gets all sad and just lots of angst ???

YES OMG this is just what I needed !! Even though Patrick is a real bully in this one I had a lot of fun with thisss I love writing intense emotions 🤍

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

౨ৎ Pairing: ballerina!reader x Patrick Zweig/Art Donaldson/Tashi Duncan

౨ৎ Summary: Art and Tashi leave you home alone with Patrick, deciding to keep your distance from his dislike of you only goes but so far when you get caught in his wrath

౨ৎ Word count: 3.8k

౨ৎ Warnings: no use of y/n, sensitive!reader, sugar baby! reader, lots of angst, some fluff at the end, hurt/comfort, light verbal abuse, mentions of bullying, age gap (reader early 20’s), older!Patrick/Art/Tashi, protective Art & Tashi

While Art and Tashi had been out for the night seeing their daughter Lily in a local tennis tournament they were having for all the kindergarteners qualified in town, you’d stayed back at the penthouse the couple had been renting out for the time being. Although, you hadn’t been staying back alone — you were accompanied by the maid that waited on you all day to day and Patrick, who well, was brought along on this months tennis cycle.

It was mandatory you weren’t home alone during this time though. Tashi had been extremely potent on the matter, a strict rule about you being by yourself or out of her or Art’s view with Patrick. She made a big thing about how she didn’t trust the vindictive man that Patrick was around you. Even though it was known to you he was trusted within the couples sanctuary and personal life — they also were sure to remember he was Patrick at the end of the day.

With his deadly looks and slightly verbal abuse towards you since you met, down to his canine like draw that led him towards using his cruelty as shield for his compulsive desire that made him want to tear you down piece by piece. You didn’t know if it was because he still just couldn’t quite figure you out, or your purpose with the Donaldsons — why they were so intrigued with you or the fact that he wanted them, you, to himself.

It wasn’t overlooked by anyone that Patrick couldn’t stand the light that you were in Art and Tashi’s lives. With your innocent stares, fawning eyes at them like they were your world and stars, or how you always had a sense of obliviousness to your encounter. Always walking around the place in the tiniest shorts or pastel leg warmers trimmed with things he thought was all too ridiculous for you to be really real. At least not enough for him to take you seriously. Like ruffles or dainty flower trimmings of some sort that made his senses go untamed. You saw it whenever you’d walk by his robust presence as he’d sit and have a beer with Art. His eyes following your waist and perfect stature to do virtuous things like help the maid out with the laundry, kind smiles and sweet “please” and “thank you’s” as you folded attire. Or when you’d be quiet as a mouse in your the side of whatever massive place Art and Tashi would rent when you’d join them on tour during your off seasons, to pick up a thousand piece puzzle. Clench your fists in the cutest of ways when you got stuck in a loop of no hope to finish. But you always finished. You were the perfect sweet little thing.

He found you to be nauseating.

Your sweetness like a straight poison, always just too polite and never having outburst or a temper rise. To Patrick it seemed too good to be true, and you were. Just too good. Just to sweet for him. He wanted to destroy you.

Corrupt you, chew you up and spit you out.

And you just hadn’t known how to handle it or approach him at all, so not even knowing the appeal that Tashi and Art saw in him, you mostly ever just stayed away.

With the man being over an entire foot taller than you, you had no problem in keeping your distance. Any time you two were caught walking down a tight hall, his towering presence over you, he’d knock right into your miniature body. On purpose. Making you fly the other way, or when you’d basically spent most of the summer reading, he’d take your books by the spine and toss them across the room. If you were watching tv he’d snatch the remote from the coffee table and turn on a tennis match.

He was a grown man and a full blown bully.

You’d only put up with it because you knew it was in response of him not getting the same savory and tender treatment that Art and Tashi gave you. You were taking it all. Stealing their affections and hogging it from him with a naive (annoying to him) little smile on your face.

So you’d take a couple pushes and teasing if that meant you could hurt him in his weakest ally.

And you respected Tashi’s wishes of not sharing space with him for caution of yourself, but when the maid had to run out suddenly for an abrupt emergency — that plan had went downhill quickly.

You were left with Patrick Zweig all by yourself.

“Okay, I hope everything’s alright… see you next week.” you’d said your goodbyes to the maid as she hurried out of the place and you’d shut the grand doors behind her gently, turning on your heels to approach the kitchen area as your cold feet lightly toed against the marble floors. You decided not to bother making too much noise now that it had been just you and him. If you could just get through the next hour without having to get into an interaction with him and upset Tashi, it would be fine.

Nearing the close kitchen, you could hear switches of the second stove being turned and messed with. The sound irritating and getting louder as you stepped closer. Gas. Not the electric one that had also been provided right next to it.

When you walked in, of course Patrick had been hunched right over the stove, what looked like trying to light his cigarette in the most odd way that made you raise a brow on sight — until you remembered the rant he went on to Art and Tashi about leaving his one and only lighter back at one of the other rental homes in La. His fingers taking a quick break to scratch at his only slightly shaven dark colored beard to neck in modest confusion as he toyed with the fire. Just a couple seconds from catching onto his jeans.

You viewed the scene for a quick moment before letting out a piqued small sigh as you’d let him deal with that at his own funeral. You went to grab a soda from the fridge a few steps away from him.

Going through the loaded refrigerator stacked with only the highest healthy planned meals and smoothies, accompanied with fruits and cut up vegetables, you reached in the drawer to get a Diet Coke. The sound of Patrick just a couple moments away from burning the entire penthouse down made you scrunch your face up in annoyance before shutting the fridge by the handle.

“Could you not do that ? It’s really dangerous.”

His expression was hardened, Patrick looked up from his amateurish work to meet your glance when the sound of your soft chary voice had reached his ears.

“it’s fine, pipsqueak. I know what I’m doing.”

You rolled your eyes at the name he’d call you, and raised the sharp edge of the soda can to your lips as you watched the top of his cigarette beam a bright crimson at last. The taller fit man matched your gesture as he brought the stick to his mouth. Pink, and not reaching for a care in the world he let the smoke he breathed in travel out and above. You watched with hesitation to bring up the fact that the smoke detectors had been near flashing a signaling light just above him, you eyed the small but alarming circle before your eyes drifted back down to Patrick’s dark curls framing his face.

“You really shouldn’t smoke in here,” you crossed an arm over your cropped pj top that had displayed your belly button by a few inches. Patrick lifted his chin and peered down at your small figure to inspected you from your socked feet to your head through lidded eyes.

“Relax. Mommy and daddy aren’t here right now,” he scuffed in slight displeasure of your voice already. “Don’t you ever do anything apart from what you’re told ?.. ever ?”

“I’m just trying to be safe.” You had to crane your neck to look up at him, so it was much easier to just stare down at your feet against the floor before shifting your weight to the other. Patrick turned from your exposure already tired of you sticking your nose in his business anyways. He had looked at you like some stray kitten walking around the place unwanted and unfamiliar to his prey attitude.

“Well go be safe somewhere else.” His voice gravely before he started to chuckle in thought, you frowned. “Isn’t it pass your bed time anyways ? Oh, wait.. I forgot, you just have to stay up so you can see Art and Tashi walk through the door right ? Like some needy puppy or something ?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you swallowed to coat your now dry throat in slight offense as you dropped your arms to your sides.

“Art always makes sure to make me tea and kiss me good night.” You defended even though your tone remained faint and Patrick only grinned in ignorance at your comment wanting to laugh a bit more at your seriousness for a joke.

“God. I almost feel bad for you, y’know.. you’re so dependent on them. They’re not your fucking parents.”

Patrick had pointed his cigarette to your presence and you shook your head at his words.

“I never said they were.”

“You don’t have to. You’re addicted to them.”

“And so are you.” You raised your voice a bit and Patrick moved to the counter in front of you with frustration. “You were just as lost as me before they acknowledged you again. Now all you do is pick me apart for it but you’re the same… and you’re just too jealous to admit it.”

Patrick had looked away as he begun to laugh with a smile that hid his insecurities deep down. Only to meet your eyes again, the most disquiet look of enmity in his stare that made you start to back up in regret. Right into the cabinets behind you without even realizing it.

“Jealous ? Give me a fucking break. You’re a pet.” He verbally spit at you and your lip quivered a bit at the name, he once again, had the upper hand on you. Because when he started to move closer, starting to tower over your fragile space you once called personal — you should of just gotten out of it then. But something stopped you from getting away.

You were frightened, his words too big, too rough for you to escape.

“And you know what’s sad ? Your brain isn’t even developed enough to know the difference. You’re gonna keep this up with them. Get so tightly wrapped up in this.. whatever the fuck- - and get your feelings all fucked up and confused thinking it’s love. That they really could love you, till one day you’ll be stuck on the side of the road with your life fully flipped over when they get sick of your little shit get up.”

His words were harsh as he snapped at you. Your body was frozen there as he backed you up into the deep of the kitchen, and even though you knew you could leave. Just walk away. Your limbs slowly started the tremble as well, nose flaring and redden as you fought back tears. You couldn’t let him win. But what if he was right ?

You knew he hated you enough to say anything to make you cry, but what if it had all been true.

Something inside of you broke.

“That’s not true,” your voice shaken as you shook your head to fight the anxieties,

“Yes. And you know it. They’ll leave you one day. Are you really that stupid, you can’t see it ? You think this will last ?”

You didn’t answer, and Patrick grinned.

“You’re a fucking tool, that they can play with and you let them. A toy.”

You tried to muster up the power to block him out. You were failing. Your heart pounded and you gripped the counter behind you in correlation to your discomposure as you begun to sniff.

“The way Tashi hardly looks in your eyes unless you’ve won every god damn tournament, they way your definitely as much to Art as a doll he can fuck to keep himself in the game. Face it. You’re no better than a hooker on the go.”

“No.” You started to cry, tears falling from your ducks before your brain could alarm your hands to wipe them, you uttered the word out as you faced Patrick and he still got in your face even closer. The man scowled at you as he pushed his words into you, cramming them in your head. He cornered your petite body in the side on the kitchen and you could feel the overwhelming hurt take over your body.

“Yes. You mean nothing to them.”

“No !” You screamed at him as tears streamed down your face as you tried to fight off his presence, not knowing what to do or where to go so you stood there and cried. And it felt pathetic. You let him win. He was bigger and smarter and knew better. You don’t know why you tried to stand against him, lord knows you were never going to win and now you were left the fool, crying like a child while being dog leg by Patrick Zweig.

You suddenly heard heavy foot steps and the sound of heels clashing against the floor as Art and Tashi rushed into the room at the sound of your scream.

“What the fuck is going on here ?” Tashi’s voice over powered the entire room as she dropped her bag and called out the maids name in hurried frustration of the scene she observed. “Where the fuck is she ?” Tashi huffed before telling her mom to take Lily to her room quickly, then storming back in to stop whatever they walked into.

“Baby ? Hey hey hey,” Art made his way over to your quivering body, face taken over by utter concern as he immediately took your shoulders into his hands and pushed Patrick roughly to the other side of the counter.

“The fuck are you doing, man ??” He cursed out at the other man. If you weren’t overwhelmed with emotion, you could say this was the first time you’d ever seen Art so terribly angry. But all you could do was turn away and sob into Art’s chest as he held you close, eyebrows furrowed deep and a fire in his eyes as he stared at Patrick like he could snap.

“I got this. Take her upstairs,” Tashi gestured to you and Art as she pushed between the two of them. It was in one swift motion that she tugged on Patrick’s ear by the lobe, forcing him to follow her out of the kitchen. He winced through his trailing behind her.

“Ow! What the- -”

Tashi jabbed him in the arm, and then again, then again till he he jumped back from her furious state.

“Are you a fucking idiot !? What is the matter with you ?!” Tashi roared at him with straight daggers in her eyes. “What did you say to her ??? I told you to stay the fuck apart !”

“Your brat came bothering me!” He grabbed Tashi’s wrists to yank her away from enforcing anymore pain on to him, but she just snatched her arm away mercilessly again. “She’s a little shit, so I told her the truth. You and Art just baby the fuck out of her for gratification. You don’t give a fuck about her, admit it. All of you are delusional !”

He argued and Tashi closed her eyes for a brief second with a deep breath before she got in his face.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit.”

Patrick rolled his eyes, but Tashi caught him off guard when she shoved him straight in his chest again.

“Who the fuck gave you the right, Patrick ? Are you blind ?? No one gives a shit about you ! It’s you !” Tashi had grunted with eruption, only getting madder because he had madden her so much already. She and Patrick both knew her words had only been half true, but it didn’t matter right now when he was playing so dirty and spitting words carelessly after the other. He truly did have no right.

Patrick stood there and looked at her, there was no use of more words when she had gotten like this and he knew she knew exactly how he felt about it all.

“Just- just- dispose of yourself somewhere. Go.”

“Where do you want me to go ?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Away from here, away from me. You’re an asshole.”

Tashi’s eye slightly twitched while she looked at the man in repulsion, and he was stone cold as he pushed passed her, knocking her shoulder as he slouched by, Tashi folded her arms.

“You will apologize to her first thing in the morning or you can pack your shit.” The irked woman gave a forced sympathetic smile before glaring at him and walking away, leaving Patrick there groaning in vexation as he shook his head.

Upstairs, you had been curled up in Arts lap. He held you in his arms as your soft cries and salty tears melted into the cotton of his shirt, he rubbed small circles against your back while he sat there in thought.

Art was distraught by the fact that whatever Patrick had said could of disturbed you so bad he had to find you crying your eyes out and shaking in the kitchen. He tried his best not to let you see the way his fists clenched and unclenched with his anger fueled throughout him, since he didn’t want to scare you or make you worry any more.

No matter what, Patrick always found a way to be a fucking dick. He just couldn’t understand the motive around why he’d want to make his perfect girl hurt or scream like that.

He felt your breathing start to steady as you sniffed and your face had been all hot and flushed, your heart had gone back to a normal pace, but you still were quite shaken as you curled farther into Arts embrace with a low wine.

“Baby, look at me. Can you sit up for me ?” Art’s voice chimes in sweetly through the sunken air of the room. He lowers his head to stare down at your state in his arms and you moved so you were sitting on your knees on the bed, you sniffed and Arts thumbs went to caress your face as he wiped a few tears from your damp cheeks. His icy blues met your wide teary eyes that were filled with sadness and your lip had been just swollen a touch.

“What happened ? Can you tell me what he said to you ?”

Your eyes travel down to his hands brushing your face and you held one of his wrists, your expression was laced with sorrow. You whimpered a little just from the memory, which Art noticed with a sigh. You knew it would feel better if you just got it out. Emptied the words from your chest because your kind and caring Art always took care of the worries for you, but it had been different this time. Because it involved the ideal of him leaving you.

You took your time to think as you sat on that bed with him. And Art watched your face soften under his comforting touch.

“He said I was nothing. That you’d leave, Tashi would leave. And i’d be stuck heartbroken with nothing because I don’t mean anything to either of you.” Your voice was sparse and trembled as you spoke to get the words out, Art already started to tense up as he listened. “Maybe- I- I am too dependent on you both, and I shouldn’t be because I’m so young and you guys don’t need another child on your arm to have to look after. I don’t want to be stupid.. I’m so- stupid.”

You wanted to sob again, your voice cracking and your hands going to cover up your face, the corner of Art’s lips twitched as he frowned, “no, no, no, sweetheart. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Art had brought you back into him as you cried softly under his chin, your arms wrapped around his torso and the older man sighed deeply. “Nothing is ever determined, and life takes us all in ways we just can’t predict, but I want you to know that whatever you choose to do, or want along the line — Tashi and I will always be here to support you. We’re not going any where and we would never leave you. Fuck that. You’re so loved, by us. You’re always welcomed in our lives no matter the circumstances that may come upon.”

You wiped your nose briefly before leaning up to look at the blonde once more, eyes searched his face for any uncertainty but all you found was honest and pure devotion.

“Really ?” You budged tenderly and Art brushed a few stuck locks that were caught in your wet face. He nodded with a light simper.

“Really, Princess. We adore you’re company and the person you are dearly. And you don’t have to think about all those bad thoughts right now, okay ?” He kissed the top of your head to your cheek while you hugged him like a lifeline. A feeling of warmth spread within you from there, worries calm and you felt collected of your emotions once again. You just wanted to be reassured. Words cut you and got to you deep. But right now being with Art, it was like the perfect bandage to your wound that was although bittersweet in theory, a very delicate heart.

You heard footsteps nearing as Tashi walked into the bedroom. She was looking exhausted. Absolutely tired from the inside out as she sat on the bed next to the two of you, your eyes met hers and you immediately curled up and laid your head in her welcoming lap when she settled. Soft hands against her leg where you felt the fabric of her dress pant brush your cheek, and a sullen sigh escaped the woman’s lips.

“He won’t bother you again, baby.” Her sultry like voice filled your senses and your chest collapsed with ease once again. Her fingers went to journey through your loose locks gently as the vigilant but warm woman relaxed you now physically too.

“I’ll go make you a hot chocolate, and Tashi will run you a warm bath. We’re gonna make you feel better, love.” Art left you with tender adoration as he promised to you, and reached to leave a delicate stroke on your thigh with a fond smile before he stood from the bed. Tashi nodded him off as she held you there for a moment more, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

[artichow]

huh.

[cosmicanchorite]

this video reminded me of the air dry clay head i made of josh o connor after watching challengers four times and la chimera twice

[steddieunderdogfics]

Double Feature Disaster by ohstars

@oh-stars

Rating: Teens and Up

7,477 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: First Dates, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Smoking, Steve Harrington Has PTSD, Fluff, a little hurt/comfort, Hurt/Comfort, but again, just a little, Scary Movies, Neck Kissing

Summary:

Eddie Munson really wants his first official date with Steve to go well. It doesn't, but it does. And if that doesn't sum up his entire existence, he's not sure what would.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics featuring Horror Movies.

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[crimsonwolf715]

Paralyzed

{An AU that takes place around six months after X3 timeframe (alternate universe so all the people are alive). Erik, Charles, Hank, and Raven are in an experiment that causes their age to go back to that of a month after First Class. Peter Maximoff was brought back to his age in Days of Future Past. Alex is revived and is his age in Days of Future Past. Erik and Raven agree to stay at the school and help them after getting their memories back and realizing that their method did nothing to help mutants. And Peter tells Erik he's his son because it's bullshit that he doesn't in the canon movies.}

Erik Lehnsherr’s first successful mission with the X-Men. Erik’s phone starts ringing as he walks away from the X-Jet. 

He flips it open and answers. “Hello?” 

“This is the Westchester County Hospital. We’re looking for Erik Maximoff. Is this him?” the voice on the other end of the phone asks. 

Erik’s heart stops for a moment. Anyone looking for him with that name means they’re looking at Peter’s paperwork. 

“Hello, sir?” 

“This is he,” Erik answers. “I’m Erik.” 

“We’re calling about your son. I’m sorry to inform you that he’s been shot today.” 

“What happened?” 

“He had a run in with the police. I don’t have the details, but he came in escorted by an officer. If you could get here…”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

Erik hangs up and after changing, heads to the hospital. The drive is quiet but takes longer due to work being over right about now. His heart pounds and he fights the urge to fling cars out of the way to make this trip quicker. When he gets there, he heads straight to the ER desk. 

“I’m looking for Peter Maximoff. I’m his father.” 

“Yes, I just talked to you on the phone,” the man on the other side of the desk says. 

“I have my ID.” 

Erik hands the guy his ID and after comparing it to the paperwork, he hands it back. 

“I’ll get a nurse and they’ll talk to you about his condition. That’s the officer right there if you want to talk to him first.” 

Erik walks over to the officer. 

“I’m Erik… I’m Erik Maximoff. You just came in with my son earlier. What happened?” Erik asks. 

“While I wasn’t there, I arrived on the scene after it happened. He got caught stealing and got violent with one of the officers,” the officer answers. “He was armed and after he refused to stand down, they shot him.” 

“Erik Maximoff?” a nurse asks. 

Erik turns to the nurse so he doesn’t take the officer’s head off with sharp metal. “Where is he?” 

“He just got out of surgery. He’s been moved to a room. I’ll take you there.” 

The nurse takes him up to a room. “The doctor should be with you shortly.” 

Erik sees Peter and feels somewhere between crying and committing a heinous crime. 

How could someone do this to Peter?  

“Mr. Maximoff?” 

It takes Erik to remember that they’re talking to him. “Yes?” 

“I’m your son’s doctor. The nurse told me you wanted to talk about his condition.” 

“Yes, I would like that.” 

“There were two injuries, both sustained from the bullets. One missed anything important and he lost blood because of it. The second injury is more difficult. I’m sorry to tell you this, but there was damage to his spine.” 

“Like he can’t walk?” Erik asks, panic surging through him. 

“The damage isn’t permanent. He will be able to walk again after physical therapy,” the doctor says. 

It takes everything in Erik’s power not to send the one or many of the medical tools into this man’s head. It’s not the doctor’s fault. 

It’s those cops’ fault.  

Erik forces his attention back on the seemingly endless stream of information that the doctor is giving him about how Peter’s recovery may look. It’s all speculation right now. 

“I’ll be back to check on him in a bit. Just call the nurse if you need anything.” 

Erik nods, so the doctor leaves. Before he even has a chance to get in his head, he hears the familiar sound of Charles clicking his tongue. Erik looks up and Charles is rolling in. 

“You’re making the metal vibrate, Erik.” 

“Is that what you were clicking your tongue about?” Erik asks as he forces himself to shut his power off completely. 

“No, that was about the rather rude nurse that said I don’t look close enough to you to be related. She then got embarrassed when I said that my family adopted you because you lost your family.” 

“Is that the story?” 

“It’s close enough. How is he?” 

“Stable.” 

“State?” 

“He won’t be able to walk when he wakes up,” Erik says. 

Charles opens his mouth, then closes it. 

“It won’t be permanent, but he’ll have to go to physical therapy.” 

“I’m sorry, Erik.” 

“It’s not your fault, Charles. The blame lies with the person who did it.” 

“I think someone needs to explain to you the reasons people say ‘I’m sorry’. I’m not guilty, I’m giving my condolences for your situation. I can imagine how hard this is for you to grasp and deal with.” 

Erik nods. The monitor starts beeping, drawing Erik and Charles’ attention. Peter’s heart rate’s up. Peter opens his eyes, then blinks at them. 

“Hey,” Erik says, leaning closer to Peter, but still keeping a respectable distance from Peter. 

“Hey,” Peter mumbles. “I’m awake.” 

“I can see that,” Erik replies. 

“Oh, that makes sense,” Peter says, a goofy smile on his face. “There a reason we’re in a white room?” 

“We’ll talk about it later.” 

“Okay, Erik. I think I’m gonna go back to sleep.” 

“Go ahead. Don’t let me stop you.” 

Peter closes his eyes and falls back asleep pretty quickly. 

“At least he seems alright,” Erik says. 

“It’s a good thing,” Charles replies. “We should probably let Hank and Raven know, at least so they can prepare for us emotionally when we get back.” 

“You can tell them, I don’t care.” 

Charles nods. 

Charles and Erik are silent as Erik contemplates what to do. 

Do I go back to the school? Do I take him somewhere else? He has friends here, I can’t just pull him away from the only people he knows.  

Charles’ phone rings, so he looks at it. “Do you mind if I take this?” 

“You can take it in here or in the hallway. I’m not going to snap and destroy the hospital,” Erik answers with a small smile. 

Charles shakes his head, then rolls out of the room. 

These damn humans. They shot him. What am I supposed to do with that? I know I can’t kill them, but there has to be punishment. 

“Hey Erik, I think your powers are vibrating the bed,” Peter mumbles. 

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” Erik replies. 

“Maybe a little.” 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up. My apologies.” 

“It’s fine. What’s wrong with my legs?” 

“Can you feel them?” 

“Yeah, some. I just can’t really move them.” 

Erik sighs and looks at his hands. 

“You’re kinda scaring me,” Peter says. 

“I’m sorry,” Erik says, then takes a deep breath. “You’re… temporarily paralyzed.” 

“So like… I can’t walk?” 

Erik nods. 

“But not forever?” 

“No. You’ll have to go to physical therapy for a while, but you’ll be able to walk again.” 

“Sorry for being a problem,” Peter says. 

“What?” Erik asks, looking up to meet his son’s eyes. 

“I probably worried you and now we’re in this situation. And this can’t be a good situation for you with your feelings on humans and the issues going on with that right now.” 

“Peter.” 

“Yes?” 

“You don’t need to apologize. You wouldn’t even need to apologize if the injury was your fault. You’re my son and I’ll be here, regardless. Your worth isn’t dependent on how convenient it is to have you around.” 

Peter squirms, but nods. 

“Feelings are icky, aren’t they?” Erik asks. 

Peter nods. “They make me uncomfortable.” 

“Same.” 

“But thanks,” Peter says. 

“Anytime. Now we’re going to give us both a minute to cool down because when Charles comes in, it will be nothing but emotional.” 

“Oh, that’s true. Where did he go?” 

“To take a call outside. He may have to go back to the school to deal with his children considering how long he’s been gone.” 

“That would be timing right there.” 

Erik laughs. “Yes, it would be.” 

Peter flashes Erik a quick smile. “I’m hilarious.” 

Erik nods. 

A couple days later, Peter gets released. He’s in a wheelchair and less than thrilled about how slow it is, but he’s on his way back to the school with Erik. They’re met by Alex, who’s sitting on the steps. 

“What do you want, Alex?” Erik asks as he gets out of the car. 

“Charles told me that you were on your way back and figured you might need assistance. Even if it’s just me taking the car back to the garage,” Alex answers. 

“That’s…” Erik trails off, not sure what to say. 

He helps Peter out of the car and into his wheelchair. Peter immediately starts rolling around trying to see what speed he can go at without tipping the wheelchair. 

“Look, I know I’m a bitch. While you do kinda deserve it, you have enough to deal with without adding my bitching to it. Take the help or don’t, I don’t care either way. I’m just not gonna be a hindrance.” 

Erik tosses the keys to Alex. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Peter’s wheelchair starts to tip and Erik stops it with his powers, then rights it. 

“Thanks, Erik,” Peter says before racing up the ramp. 

Erik jogs after him. 

This is my life now.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@thealmightyemprex

From you I will pick Muppet Treasure Island, because I don't have seen this Muppet film yet.

@the-blue-fairie

From you I will pick Fanny and Alexander.

Now here comes my list of Comfort Movies to the Challenge:

The Incredible Army of Brancaleone

An italian comedy about a group of Ragtag Bunch of Misfits who follow a quixotesque ragged knight in search of fortune.

Pier Paolo Pasolini's Canterbury Tales

Another italian medieval comedy based on the most bawdy and raunch stories of Chaucer's literary masterpiece.

Suicide Shop

A french musical comedy about a cheery and optmistic boy who organizes a revolt against the wave of depression in his society and his family's business: the titular shop that provides suicide materials.

Porco Rosso

A Hayao Myazaki movie about the adventures of an anthropomorfic pig aviator.

Comfort Movie challange

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @goodanswerfoxmonster @ariel-seagull-wings

SoI just did the good vibes challange and it was a ton of fun.....so I am doing the cousin of it,the comfort movie challange

Now a comfort movie is a movie that is comforting to YOU .It doesnt have to be feel good (no happy endings required here ) but a film you can just put on at any moment and that you would like to share

Rules:

Reccomend 4 movies ,pick a movie from each of those who participate

Pick a film you havent seen/havent seen all of

You have to start the movie,but if the film isnt working for you or makes you uncomfortable you dont have to finish (I say give about 20 minutes )

This is all in good fun about sharing movies we love with other people

When you finish the film make a post about it

My REccomendations

Murder on the Orient Express 1974 :An Agatha Christie murder mystery with an all star cast led by the marvelous Albert Finney

Godzilla vs Megalon : A robot and an atomic lizard vs a Blade bird and a drill bug.My go to film when depressed

Thief of Bagdad 1940 :An early example of great fantasy cinema

Muppet Treasure Island -Puppets and Tim Curry ,what more do you want ?? Also one of the first films I ever saw

[ariel-seagull-wings]

COMFORT MOVIE CHALLENGE: FANNY AND ALEXANDER

@the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex @themousefromfantasyland @angelixgutz @parxsisburning @faintingheroine @princesssarisa @tamisdava2 @goodanswerfoxmonster @amalthea9 @moonbeamelf

 

Originally released as a television minisseries, director Ingmar Bergman recuted it to fit the format of a feature lenght film, and this version was the one that got nominated and won the Academy Award for best foreign language film, and that is how it ended known internationally.

In Fanny and Alexander, we are taken to 1907 Sweden to see the story of the Ekdahl theater family: the matriarch Helena, her three sons Oskar, Carl and Gustav Adolf, their wives Emilie, Lydia and Eva, Gustav Adolf's and Eva's daughter Petra, Oskar's and Emilie's children Alexander and Fanny, Maj, the young nanny of Alexander and Fanny, and Helena's old friend and lover Isak, who is of jewish origin.

Trough Alexander's eye, we see the Ekdahl house as a place that encourages joy, imagination and freedom: the family is constantly dancing and singing, the children enjoy Alexander's storytelling with use of the Magic Light (one of the oldest versions of the movie camera), Uncle Carl, while alcoholic, abusive in his marriage with the submissive Lydia and full of debts, indulges the children with some toilet humour, Gustav Adolf openly has nanny Maj as his lover with the blessings of his wife Eva, Oskar and Emilie are always bringing the children to the theater world, and Helena rekindles her old flames with Isak.

Sadly for Alexander and Fanny, this atmosphere of freedom and joy is taken from them when their father falls ill while rehearsing the role of the Ghost in Hamlet and dies.

During the funeral, the church bishop Edvard takes advantage of Emilie's emotional vulnerability and seduces her, promissing to be a protector of her and stern moral father figure to the children if she accepts to marry him.

Alexander, who, like his grandmother, is able to see and comunicate with the ghost of his father, sees since the beggining that something is not right with the bishop, but his mother naively dismisses his concerns as jealousy and rebeliousness.

And so, after accepting Edvard's conditions of stoping acting and cutting ties with her old friends, Emilie marries the bishop, taking the children to his grimm house by the coast where he lives with his mother, sister, aunt and housemaids.

Soon, Alexander's predictions about the bishop become true, as his control turns the lives of him, Fanny and his mother a living hell.

Edvard uses his position as a bishop to justify his physical and psychological abuse of the three as being needed to "set them in the right path", specially resenting Alexander's imagination, that he calls "sinful lies".

Meanwhile, the other members of the Ekdahl family, concerned for the well being of Emilie and the children, try to prepare a plan with Isak to rescue them and bring them back to the safety of their home once and for all.

Being a movie that focuses on how an imaginative child that comes from an artistic family sees the world, you can describe the film as a modern fairy tale, with the focus on the domestic family drama seen under big proportions, a clear cut conflict of good and evil represented by the Ekdahl family against the bishop stepfather, the desire of return to the old home and family unity being the main desires of the main characters, and the presence of the supernatural with Alexander and Helena's vision of Oskar's ghost treated by them as a natural thing, rather than being a subject of scientific debate.

Due to being a former minisseries, some scenes may feel that lack proper context and explanation due to the difference in cuts, but the artfull editing that makes even the scenery become a character and the fact that the story focuses on a child's dream rather than naturalist realism may very well compensate for the detriment of these extra explanation dialogues.

The movie is primarily a celebration of idealism and imagination that helps us move on with life after suffering harsh traumatic events, well represented by this speech sayed by the character of Gustav Adolf to celebrate his family's connection to the world of the theater:

"Therefore let us be happy while we are happy. Let us be kind, generous, affectionate and good. It is necessary and not at all shameful to take pleasure in the little world."

And I recomend watch this movie at least once in your life. Its an experience that asks for sensitivity and concentration, so when you are alone, open your mind to this child's little world.

[moonlight0934]

Denial

Peter leans against the table of the interrogation room, drumming his fingers on it. He has large shackles around his neck and hands. He’s been in there for hours, but no one has come in. No one’s even told him what he’s there for. They just ran up to him as he was walking home, and dragged him to the police station. They put these shackles on him as soon as they grabbed him on the street. They were far more aggressive than they needed to be too.

Though to be fair, he had half a mind to run as soon as he realized that they were approaching him. He barely stopped himself, but since he didn’t do anything wrong, he has to assume that it’s a mistake of some sort. Finally a detective comes in.

“Good afternoon,” Peter says, his fingers still drumming on the table. His tone is filled with forced politeness.

“Don’t try that bullshit with me.”

Oh, he’s the bad cop. Wonderful, just what I needed for my already terrible day. I just wanted some ice cream, but I knew I should have just stayed at the school.

“Ok, fine. I don’t have to be polite. What do you want?”

“I’m pretty sure you know what I want.”

The man leans forward, his hands placed palm down on the table.

“I don’t. Can you just tell me what you think I did? I was out buying some ice cream, and I haven’t even gone out in weeks before that. I’m a teacher at a boarding school, so I don’t really have much time in the first place.”

“Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, right?”

Peter nods.

“Verbal confirmation.”

“Yes, that’s where I work. In fact, it’s probably really late, and I was supposed to watch the dorms tonight. So, I would really appreciate it if we could get to the point.”

“Have you seen this before?” the detective demands, slamming a picture down in front of Peter.

Peter looks at it, and his eyes immediately go wide.

“I think I want to talk to a lawyer.”

In front of him lies a picture of the remnants of a bomb.

“What? Now you realize it’s about the school bus?”

“A school bus? Someone bombed a school bus? Dear God, that’s awful. I don’t know anything about it though.”

“Why did you freak out then?”

“I didn’t freak out. Also, I would still like to talk to a lawyer. I’m not doing this back and forth thing with you.”

“Fine, I’ll get someone from the public defense office.”

Well, in this area, that’s not better.

“Before I do that, why don’t you tell me about this bomb?”

“Look, I don’t know anything about that bomb, or any other bombs for that matter. I’m not a terrorist, and I’m not a criminal. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just buying ice cream.”

“I would ask how you managed to get across town so fast, but I’m pretty sure we both know the answer to that.”

“You’re doing this because I’m a mutant?”

“No, of course not. I’m doing this because you bombed a bus full of children on their way home from school.”

Those poor kids. I wonder what happened.

“Look, you’re talking to the wrong person. I didn’t do anything. Even if it was a mutant, it wasn’t me. Was I just the first one that you saw?”

The detective gets visibly angry at that, and slams his hands back down on the table.

“You better start talking. I want to know who else was involved, or so help me.”

Peter sighs.

“I still didn’t do anything.”

The detective stands up, and walks out. Peter sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“Seriously?”

Come on. Just because I’m a mutant doesn’t mean I’m a terrorist. That’s so racist. Though I deal with so many racists. In fact, my dad is a racist just one that doesn’t like anyone that isn’t a mutant.

The detective comes back in with a tablet. He turns it on as he storms back over to Peter.

“I didn’t catch your name. You were too busy yelling at me. Is now a good time, or should I-”

“Shut up!”

“Ok, I’ll wait.”

He spins the camera around to show Peter the screen. On the screen, Peter is standing in the grocery store, looking out of the front window as he waits to pay for his groceries.

“This CCTV is proof. You were here, and then you weren’t. It was only a few seconds between then, and the bomb going off on the bus. However, that wouldn’t be an issue for you, would it? The witness that was in line behind you said that you were gone for two seconds, but they thought that wasn’t possible.”

Peter bites his lip.

“Why don’t you just slow the camera feed down really really slow, so that you can see if I left or not?”

“Because you move even too fast for that.”

“If I was gone that long, you would be able to see it. If a person could, then the camera definitely could.”

“Stop denying it, and just give me your accomplices.”

“Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall,” Peter mutters.

“What was that?”

The door opens, and a female officer walks in to drag the detective out of the room. She comes back alone after a minute.

“Hi, I’m Officer Rosalind. I’m very sorry about Detective Garvin’s rude actions. You’re free to go, and someone is already here to pick you up,” she says as she unlocks the shackles around his wrists.

Then she takes the one off of his neck, and he feels the world start to slow down again. He forces himself to focus as he nods.

“Thank you, ma’am. I wish you the best of luck with your case. Especially since you have to work with that bimbo.”

She nods, looking embarrassed. Charles is waiting in the lobby by the front desk, and he gives Peter a sad smile. Peter doesn’t even have the energy to return it. He follows Charles out, and they both get into Charles’ car.

“Are you alright, Peter?”

“Is this going to be our lives forever? This is just so hard. Did you hear what happened to those children? They thought I did that just because…”

Charles sighs.

“I’m very sorry this happened to you, Peter. I did hear what happened to the children, and that’s awful. You didn’t do anything wrong in this situation. You handled it as best you could. We can’t change what has already happened, but we’re doing good. We’re changing people’s minds. It takes time, but we’ve come leaps and bounds. It might not always be on the upwards, but we can’t stop trying.”

“You’re better than I am, Professor. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“That’s fair. I’ve wanted to give up so many times. I have given up before. I wasn’t doing anything other than wallowing when we first met. Some things are hard to get over, but it’s not impossible.”

Peter looks out of the window.

“I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad that I met you too, Peter.”

[mooztoonz]

HERE’S MY FIRST DRAWING OF 2024!! Here’s my art style of the Goofy Movie Meme in the car! But with my version of my favorite characters for a fanfiction, I'm working on it soon! I hope u like it.

Credit by @VileDictorian for the meme template

[painaltar]

I'm beat. Never been so beat.

Sharpe's Challenge (2007)- Cut Scene

[chipistrate]

The artist struggle of not being home for long periods of time but still wanting to draw despite not having your set up