#do i know the story? yes. have i seen the theater? no. a movie? 2 versions actualy. and finished that game from MAZM.

[minzart]

When you finaly reorganize your books and discover you have a phantom of the opera book

Since when do I have this? I don't know.

Where did it came from? Seems like from a school I went to before, but I have no memory of borrowing it. It could have been my mom since she worked there that one time.

Her response? She also does not know.

.... what a way to start this book

[kayhi808]

Hey girly!

Another idea what if Abby’s parents take her to see wicked and she just sings popular and defying gravity ALL the time. I also feel like Bucky isn’t into musicals but he would like wicked because he can relate to Elphaba so he and Abby see it a couple times after.

** spoilers**

Popular!

You're gonna be pop-u-lar!

I'll teach you the proper ploys

When you talk to boys

Little ways to flirt and flounce

Ooh!

You and Abby have been singing this song for days. It's been stuck in her head. She hasn't seen "The Wizard of Oz," but your read her the story. She was always too young and with her imagination, the Wicked Witch and the Wizard scenes would give her nightmares. She'll be waking you up telling you she saw the witch in her eyeballs.

But once Abby saw the commercials, the billboards, the ads in the Metro, on the sides of buses and taxis she's been begging and pleading daily to go. Arianna Grande as Glinda became Abby's obsession. That's all she talked about. She'd only wear her pink clothes. You were worried that some of the scenes would be too scary for your toddler. You told her you'd think about it.

Then Abby switched her attack to Bucky. "Papa, you knows what?"

Putting down his book & getting comfortable, "What, Abby?"

"Cans you pweeeease comes with me and Mama to sees Wicked?"

Bucky had no interest in going to watch that movie. Musical? Witches? They aren't on the top of his list of things to watch. Bucky scrunches his nose & groans, "Why can't just you and your Mama go?"

"Oh pwease! You had to come." Abby climbs on the couch to stand beside him & squish his face between her palms, "Cos, what if I gets scared? Only my Papa can save me." She gives Bucky big doe-eyes. "You'd keep me safe."

Bucky in a drawn out sigh, "Fiiinnne." Sucker!

"Yay!! I go tells Mama!" She bounces down on her butt & then off the couch. "Mama! Where's you??" She turns back to Bucky, "tank you, Papa," and continues her search for you.

******

The following weekend, you took in a matinee of Wicked. Abby was decked out in her finest pinkery, sitting between you and Bucky at the theater. She was so excited. She's been listening to the soundtrack for her after dinner dance parties all week. Your little girl was ready to get this party started! Currently, she's doing a happy wiggle because Bucky gave her popcorn to eat. Bucky looks over at you and gives you a wink.

Abby knows she's not supposed to talk during the movie, but that doesn't stop her from keeping 2 inches away from your ear, yakking non-stop. Being courteous to theater patrons doesn't apply to her Mama.

"I wants to ride in a bubble & have her dress."

"Why Gwinda don't like her??"

"Ooh her so smart in magic!"

"Look Mama, the cuuuute mans!"

"I want to be like Elphie & do's magic, too."

"That twain is not like the Metro."

The first part of the movie she was stuck to you like glue, but as soon as she saw the Wizard's big head, she hopped over into Bucky's lap & stayed safe with him. She did not like what happened to the monkeys either.

Abby was too young to catch all the nuances of the film, but she understood that the 2 friends weren't going to be together and she felt that & started to cry. Then at the end of Defying Gravity, you were in your chair trying to get your crying under control and Abigail was sobbing into Bucky's neck. He's rubbing her back trying to console her.

The lights come up & you reach for your baby. Abby leans over to grab you. "It's ok baby. It's just a movie."

Bucky moves closer and pats your head, "It's okay, Doll. It's just a movie." You give him a sad frown & he kisses your forehead.

"Abigail?" You pull away, trying to wipe her tears.

"She didn't go with Elphie, Mama. She stayed with the bad teacher and fake wizard! How could she?!"

"I know, baby. Everything was happening so fast for her."

"She the bad witch. Not Elphie. Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Elphie sing and I hear her with my ears & she sound so...the BEST! So pwetty. And then she sing loud and I hear her in my heart too..." Abby starts to cry again, "And it makes it like...too much, Mama." Abby places her palm against her heart and curls into you.

Bucky chuckles & kisses her head, "Lots of feelings?" He had to admit he enjoyed the movie so much more than he thought he would. "Too much feeling, huh?"

"Ya, too much."

"Well, you saw it. You don't have to see it again."

Abby's head whips up, "Oh, no! I wants to see it again!"

Confused, Bucky tries to reason with her, "Look how it made you cry."

Abby's chubby hands wipes away her tears, "Papa, it was the BESTEST!"

Girl Logic.

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[kebriones]

Hey just letting you know that @/margaretkart is a racist and apparently some kind of modern greek supremacist. She plays the victim and acts as if Greek people are an oppressed minority in the world and refuses to acknowledge that race is a post colonial construct. Race as we know it did not exist during ancient times. She for some reason also is convinced that the worst thing in the world is having a person of color play a fictional Greek mythological character. God forbid the “purity” of Ancient Greek mythology becomes sullied by—gasp!—a Percy Jackson show. The Ancient Greek gods were the gods of all the people on earth like come on. That includes people of color.

1. What is the point of this ask. To inform me? It could've been done privately or out of anon. If you have issues with someone, block them or talk to them about it. Do not do this. Also why mention this person when there are many greek people on tumblr who hold very similar opinions? If you wanted to talk about the issue in general it would've been better to not mention one specific person. I haven't even seen this person mentioning this topic, but I have seen it before by other greek people here.

2. I've argued about this topic with fellow greek people publicly online here, in private talks and in real life. I am a firm believer that actors who play in movies as well as theater do not have to match anything from age to gender to appearance to origins of the character they're playing. Have I still complained that helen in the movie troy looks way too german? Yes. So do I understand where this sensitivity stems from? Yes. The systematic approach of ancient greek culture being a free for all for western countries while ignoring modern greek identity and how, for better or for worse, tied it is to the ancient culture, is an issue. I still think it's up to us to put ourselves in this narrative rather than complain that foreigners aren't catering to us.

3. I feel like describing someone as a racist and a "supremacist" over this is a little bit in bad faith. I have not had talks about this topic with this person, I don't care to have extensive talks about this topic in fucking general anymore because it's stupid and I know other people who feel that way and I'm not some morality police to go out of my way to go call them out. When the discussion reaches me, and when I'm talking for myself, I will say what I think. The way the discussion of race is online is so weird to me anyway. It's all way too saturated by current convoluted US ideas and I am not equipped to help detangle the mess for others.

4. Do I think that it's way more realistic for a movie about, say, classical era greece to have a character that looks to be of african origin than a character that looks Scandinavian? Absolutely. Did the actor that played Achilles in Troy:Fall of a city bother me? No, it's an actor playing a role, of an imaginary character no less. What bothered me was that he didn't have long hair, because hair was a very significant cultural element at the time, and his hair is used in the story. The same exact issue that I had with the actor that played hector in that series, who also didnt really look like a person from that area realistically, but who was otherwise very good at his role.

5. As for playing the victim and oppressed minorities: while i would not go so far as to use "oppressed minority" for the greeks of the diaspora, it's very real that modern greeks have been looked down at by westerners, historically. Do I think this justifies or has anything to do with being bothered about what actors who play ancient greek mythology characters look like or come from, in a foreign piece of art no less? No. But it's still a thing.

6. I am extremely stressed out and busy today but I still took time to answer this because i need to say again, please don't do this. If you want to help people to see things differently and maybe move away from biases, talk to Them. Just because I'm following someone or interacting with them online, it doesn't mean I'm endorsing or agreeing with or even KNOW everything they think and say and believe. I avoid reading posts from fellow greeks that are complaining about these things because i think it's an overreaction and I think we need to tackle deep and actual cultural problems that WE have ourselves and not care too much about what some Hollywood movie is doing. Whatever. Tired discussion.

7. Percy Jackson sucks and I do hate that it's based on anc greek mythology but I just don't interact with it. The fact that it is a generation's first taste of anc. gr mythology and thus has had an impact on their perception of it is true and important though. The same way it bothers me when all people know of the odyssey is epic the musical. But still, whatever. Some greek people might be more bothered by it all and need to talk about it online and I think that's perfectly okay and valid. I do my petty complaining now and then too.

8. "The ancient greek gods were the gods of all people one earth" you can say that of other mythologies that have an origin of the entire human race as part of their myths, that's how religions usually go. These gods were worshipped in specific areas in a specific time and the mythology was created by specific cultures of specific areas. This is a major complaint that greek people have, which I mentioned before, that this specific ancient culture's mythology is treated as a thing detached from the actual culture, the ancient one, and from its inheritors which happen to be the people that live here and/or have this specific cultural identity. I don't think this cultural identity has anything to do with the appearance of people, and we all know the greek identity has absolutely nothing to do with race and that's a very fundamental part of it.

9. I would try to make myself even clearer but I don't have time and I didn't want to leave this unanswered even though I also kinda wanted to because this type of anon ask does nothing good for anyone and I encourage you to engage with others in a way that is understanding and comes from a place of wanting everything to be better and kinder. And there's so so much you will disagree with, on fundamental levels, with other people online, if only because we all come from very different cultures with different values and upbringings, despite how it looks like we're all in a US-based melting pot. You have to make peace with that, and it can be difficult. I've had American friends that I deeply disagree with on important stuff, and I had to face the discomfort and take time to let myself understand that our cultures are different.

Anyways. I apologize in advance if anything i said makes no sense or is insensitive or condescending. I admit i was upset when I started my reply but if you want to discuss this further we can absolutely do that. I cannot reply privately to anon asks otherwise i would have. I hate call-out style stuff like this because they do nothing good.

[7postitsjumpingonabed]

TF2 Mamma Mia! AU

Cannot over stress how it’s-on-the-tin this is.

If you’re curious, my qualifications for this are the fact I’ve seen the movie like 4 times and am currently in a production of the musical so I know my shit.

Also Mamma Mia! is a romcom so I’ll just say the roms I chose are Sniper/Scout, Spy/Ma, minor Heavy/Medic, and optional Soldier/Demo(I present two options).

That’s all the preamble, lets get into this

Sophie

Alright let’s start with the most important character, who is our bride-to-be and catalyst for the whole plot? Scout, of course. Did I mostly pick him because he has known familial relationships that are easily enough translated to these characters? Yes absolutely. Did I also pick him because he seems the type to think inviting three strangers who could be his dad to his wedding is a good idea, he seems the type to be excited over a large and exciting wedding, and is commonly characterized with some form of anxiety that would lead really well into ‘Under Attack’? Also yes absolutely. Broadly, I think that Scout’s young, enthusiastic, and not-forward thinking personality lines up well with Sophie. For this we are going to ignore the other 7 Willis boys as characters, sorry unnamed brothers Sophie is very significantly an only child.

Skye

A reader with baseline knowledge of Mamma Mia! and who read the preamble can easily guess that Sniper is my Skye. I chose him because I like Speeding Bullet, he would definitely prefer a quiet elopement over a big white wedding, and he is also commonly characterized as kind of whipped for Scout so I would see him begrudgingly accepting this wedding as his life and making it work. You may be seeing this and asking ‘Postit, how on earth are you getting Sniper to dance, sing, and do all that theater kid bullshit?’ And to that I raise two things, 1. that is making me think of a community theater AU and that’s absolutely hilarious and now I want to make it but as I write this I’m realizing he would be in lighting… alright anyway 2. Through musicals are things are possible so write that down. Scout and Sniper going off to travel together seems very accurate and cute as well.

Donna

Alright this one should be clear, it’s Scout’s Ma. In all honesty I did briefly consider having Spy in this role but the fact that Sophie wants her dad at her wedding to do dad things is really important to setting the plot in motion so I’ve relegated him to a different role. Anyway besides literally being Scout’s mom I think she fits well because despite her lack of characterization, from what we do know about her she is a no-nonsense hard worker, who is trying to move past old and questionable decisions, and support her son in what she thinks is a silly decision. Overall I just think she’s the best option and can be made to fit well.

Ali and Lisa

If you only have a passing knowledge of Mamma Mia! you might not know these characters, and honestly I considered combining them into one person because they don’t have large individual impacts but it just worked better to keep them both, but they’re Sophie’s friends and advisors, as well as generation counter parts to Rosie and Tanya. I chose Ms. Pauling and Pyro for these roles. I had really no ideas on this front so it got filled in near the end of planning but I think Pauling and Pyro work well enough. I think if Pauling and Scout can move past potential love

Sam Carmichael

Who else? It’s Spy. With Scout’s Ms as Donna there wasn’t really any other choice. Sam is sort of the prime father and ends up marrying Donna at the end of the story. The second act songs between him and Donna are all about the past, regrets, and missed opportunities and that goes perfectly with the implied dynamic between Spy and Scout’s Ma. In this AU ‘Loraine’ would be Spy’s job, he would leave to work it and come back only to find Ma with other men. Speaking of.

Harry Bright

Harry is contemplative, plays the guitar, and had a ‘rough’ past that doesn’t reflect his current quieter life? Now who does that sound like? Engineer isn’t canonically an ex-punk but the idea of him ‘headbanging’ is really funny. I largely chose him because of his demeanor and the irony of him being a punk in a previous life but the straight forward attitude and guitar playing are also very appropriate.

Bill Anderson

Heavy is my Bill Anderson because he’s the last reasonable man left, his writing associations, and the fact Bill’s two duets in the musical have him mostly responding to another’s behavior. After Heavy the men get a little more visibly insane, even on a picturesque Greek vacation. Bill is a writer and travel books aren’t exactly Russian lit but the general idea lines up. The role of Bill being quiet most of the time and being the first father to figure out his relation to Sophie feels very Heavy.

Rosie

Rosie is Donna’s friend that is on the wild side, never married, and ends up ‘taking a chance’ (imagine me lightly elbowing you at my joke) on Bill. Replace Bill with Heavy and that’s an in complete description of Medic. I can see Medic having not terrible, if not normal, friendships with people willing to embrace the lunacy. A lady who shot her shot with Spy of all people and raised Scout can definitely handle some lunacy. Also there’s a line somewhere, musical or movie, when Bill mentions having one of Rosie’s cookbooks, and that seems like a sweet, Red Oktoberfest thing to do.

Tanya

For lack of better option, Demo is my Tanya. There’s no particularly strong connections between them but Demo needs to go somewhere and Soldier is even worse of a fit for this role. Since this is where he’s going I’ll propose that, if the viewer desires so and is willing to lose the alignment of Tanya’s marriages with the one happening at the end, the series of failed marriages could be changed to jobs, which would give this hypothetical casting more cohesion.

Pepper and Eddy

The only merc left is Soldier and I think him as a largely unhelpful, partying, kind of a freak feels… not terrible. This is where my two options in the Soldier/Demo situation is explained, you can go classic ‘Does Your Mother Know?’ and set the two up as romantic counterparts or you could just have them as friends. Like, Soldier is a ‘bad’ influence and Demo is trying to be normal for Scout’s Ma but is having too much fun with Soldier to resist. I think both work fine and it depends on preferences. For Eddy I want an unenthusiastic Merasmus. We know that Soldier just harasses him and drags him into random scenarios so a reluctant Merasmus can fit as a variation on Eddy so the cast is all lined up.

That’s where my fan cast ends but I want to say that if anyone wants to work with this idea, go ahead but tag me so I can see! Also I’m still thinking about Spy!Donna so there might be a follow up…. But we’ll see. Thank you for reading!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

A Very Long, Personal [but positive] Ramble about Neurodivgerency and Character Hyperfixation

[u can ignore this if you want this is just an ADHD ramble - this is a kinda 'mask off' talk about ADHD, autism and my personal history with it all. I also talk about the upsides and downsides - and the importance of Hobie to me personally - I just wanna normalize this stuff lol]

a.k.a The story of how I sent from obsessing over him to HIM in 10 years (what a glowup on my part ik)

(I know a lot of peeps on here can feel self-conscious about being neurodivergent and character connection or whatever you wanna call it and so do I! So I wanted to write it out or just ramble for my own sake)

I don't know if it's obvious or not, but I LOVE HOBIE BROWN. I'm going to be completely candid - I think about him maybe 85 percent of the day if not more, and that's in no way an exaggeration.

No matter what I'm doing, there's a least one tab open in my brain thinking about him. It may not be the focus, but it's there.

That's just how I operate. And I've been this way for a LONG time. In fact, Hobie isn't my first 'total focus' character in Marvel.

I gain VERY deep hyperfixations on Marvel Characters, many lasting years. And there's nothing wrong with that - in fact it's rad!

!!!! ATTENTION: This is a whimsical care-free zone. For Happy Funny Folk !!!!!!!!!

Loki - My introduction to hyperfixation with characters

I don't know if this is surprising or you'd be like 'yeah u seem like the type' but I use to LOVE Loki. For YEARS.

I'm AuDHD and when I was 13/14, a freshman in HS, he was my hyperfixation. Eerything I do for Hobie, I did for Loki. I even had a Loki blog for like 3/4 years.

This was back in 2012-2013, when Avengers had just came out, and the MCU wasn't - well, the MCU yet.

But even back then, the Loki fandom was HUGE. I have no idea who was also on Tumblr back then but it was gigantic. Because movies weren't coming out every 3 months, it went on for yearrrrsssss. Art, edits, fics, everything.

I was soooo into, I loved Loki. Like Hobie, I probably thought about Loki maybe 85-90% of the day.

And sure I was doing a lot of other stuff but in the back of my head there was always the oc x canon storyline running in my head, or replaying scenes from memory and analyzing, or wondering and speculating about his character.

I mask very minimally or not at all - so everyone in my school knew me for it. And at the time I didn't know I was neurodivergent, but that didn't stop me - I was genuinely proud of it.

I wore Loki shirts to school and brought the Avengers DVD the day it dropped (this was back before streaming in ye' old 2013). I knew the Avengers movie back to front.

I saw Thor: The Dark World the day it released and SOBBED openly in the theater when he 'died'. (I remember my mom leaning over and whispering 'Do you wanna leave?' cause I seemed that upset lol)

And everyday I use to wear a necklace like this -

(credit IJSY on Etsy)

But in black, until one day I had it in my pocket and I sat on it in class and broke it in two. And people around me deadass were like 'daammnn I know that shit hurt in ur soul' cause I LOVED Loki and people knew it. And I didn't care if they did.

And I was like that for years. Overtime the Loki fandom fizzled out, especially around Phase 2 when things like GOTG first came out.

But I had a Loki fixation like maybe up until the show came out. And even then I've seen the whole thing (I ain't even like it that much 4.5/10) and I'm gonna watch the second one (I'm a fool)

But any way like to this day I still remember the first time I saw Loki and how it made me feel and I can like picture it in my head and I consider it a pretty influencial albeit mundane moment in my life.

And it was a very specific feeling but it was like as soon as I saw Loki's first scene in Avengers, I was plugged into the screen.

Other Hyperfixations - Charles Xavier, Peter Parker

All of my hyperfixations are on men in marvel and they have always been. There's been others I've cycled through, usually based on the newest movie. I even went through a LENGTHY and very in depth K-pop era (don't get me started).

Charles Xavier was a favorite of mine (from X-Men First Class), and I LOVE MCU Peter Parker. I still do. But none hit like Loki did.

There was never THAT feeling, like the fantastical electric feeling.

And I had never felt that feeling again UNTIL I SAW HOBIE (i wanna cry)

My fixation with HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN (sorry I can't say his name only one time im too excited)

In the theatre my jaw genuinely dropped like I'm pretty sure I said 'OH NAH' to myself when i first saw him

Cause he was the prettiest character I've ever seen and I mean that

I didn't recognize what that feeling was until just now like YES, it's the same feeling. And I can't even describe it.

It's like every other character is normal but as soon as you lay eyes on this character for the first time it's like suddenly they're under your skin and curled up in your heart and you can FEEL them and the weight of them PHYSICALLY like not body wise but like astral personhood wise (do I sound unhinged)

And Hobie was just so pretty.

First of all - I didn't know he was black fgsbtgtuiuigs id never heard of spiderpunk

The wicks were what caught me off guard first. I know what wicks are, I've seen them before. But never animated.

And although Miles and Gwen and Pavi all look realistic - Hobie looked real to me. The high cheekbones and broad lips, the raised brow ridge and wide set eyes - he looked different from them, not just in art style but like - I DONT KNOW.

But that's how it is, you know what I mean. There was just something in my brain that was like 'he has meaning to me'. Like 'Idk who this man is, but whatever story he's writing, I'm reading it'.

That's what hyperfixation feels like.

And Hobie in specific held and holds so much more weight for me IN ADDITION.

I started falling out of my Loki phase around Thor: Ragnorok in 2017 - which is to say I was varying degrees of 'obsessed' with Loki for about 5 years.

Around that time, maybe starting in 2015, police brutality in NYC picked up. Me and my friends started getting more radicalized, going to protests, and identifying as communists, anarchists, or both.

One of my favorite things at the time was The Black Panther Party handbook I'd found at a second hand-book store. And for a while the Black Panther Party was a special interest of mine.

It made me really interested in the 70's, the civil rights movement, and the rise of punk that happened at the same time. Around this time, I made my first 'battle jacket' with a patch that said "Black Lives Matter, Bitch." and begged my parents for a pair of doc martens.

I didn't have Hobie back then, but I have him now. And he still resonates.

There was very much a time where I was that homeless, punk teen, angry at police, who wanted to be taken in by my favorite heros.

My admiration for Hobie comes from like - everything he is. Everything he stands for and represents. I don't need Hobie like I would've as a teen. But I know deep down the healing he could bring other people as a comfort character.

Or even in terms of a good political example, or great rep for alt black people. All of it.

That can't really be said for Loki. Or Charles Xavier (even if X-men is a race allegory), or even Peter Parker.

I grew up in NYC all my life, and I LOVE Spider-man, but I never felt Connected to Peter Parker as if we lived in the same city. I never felt something in common with Peter even if he was broke too.

Hobie's just different, y'know.

The Downsides

It's easy to feel really embarrassed by all this - and even now I'm feeling shy even describing how it feels.

Cringe culture gets in your head before you know it. I'm CONSTANTLY telling myself 'no, Hobie would understand that you're neurodivergent and this is you expressing yourself he wouldn't think youre cringe youre not cringe okay' As if my comfort character Hobie Brown thinking I'm cringe is like jksjfkjf the worst thing ever - i can't, i can't with myself.

I genuinely want to hug Hobie more than I want to huge most celebrities or influential real-life people.

I genuinely think hugging him would be more healing to my being than hugging the Pope or the Dhali Lama or something. I admire him and care about him but he's NOT REAL. It's PARASOCIAL And like duh, I know that - i'm grown as fuck.

Sometimes it can genuinely get you down that you care about this character-person and you can't be with them

It's like you miss them. But they're not real and you don't know them. And I know that sounds tragic or bizarre. But it's kinda just weird. It feels weird not in a sad way, but in a 'why brain?? why is this possible in my brain?? huh???' way.

Like...I know it's parasocial, but like it's not like a fan and a youtuber. He's not real, I'm not giving him money or hurting anyone. I know there's nothing to be ashamed of, but it's just WEIRD.

Like... I know my cat isn't a person and mentally I don't see them as a person and can't like analyze them like a full formed person even if I wanted to. But with Hobie - someone who is not a person - my brain can???? Like I've never met him but like... I can imagine a full conversation with him beginning to end in his place of residence I've also never seen before??????? SO WEIRD.

Also theres that thing of him running in the back of my head 85% of the time.

Even if I'm talking or cooking or something, I'm still daydreaming about him - I have ADHD. And during those times if i'm interrupted and someone give me a THIRD thing to do (besides thing 1 and thinking about Hobie) I get irritated. Because now I have less brain room for Hobie stuff.

The Upsides

Now reading all of this you might be like 'sib this sounds like nothing but a problem r u okay' but I PROMISE ITS REAL FUN SOMETIMES

And it's nothing to feel ashamed of!

Now the last part was just a list of downsides, but the upsides are more things I can do because of my hyperfixation on Hobie that makes me happy

Like I said, I daydream a LOT. Like a LOT.

Mainly with OCs You can probably tell how much I like OCs, and how much OCs - even others', mean to me. And usually, my OCs are the ones who I see the in-media universe through. I don't have to think about making an OC much, for me personally they come fully formed. Because of this, while I'm watching movies I begin to have involuntary daydreams of where I can add in an OC, or what they'd be doing. I typically only do this for Marvel though. Hardly DC or any other media other than maybe Batman. For Loki, it was a character named Asdisira Heimdaldottir who I shipped with him. And for Hobie it's Diane Pastors (Disco-Spider).

And although I am in completely control of what these daydreams are, they are vividly realistic, and can come on at different times.

For me, it's while listening to music mostly. But anything can trigger it - from a good text post, to hearing a phrase. And these daydreams are extremely vivid. Most times, you can visibly see when I'm doing it. My eyes will glaze over or start moving as if I'm trying to remember something. Sometimes I may say 'random' phrases. I say lines from the scene I'm in outloud. (Like saying 'How could you!' in an offended tone to myself, if that's what the character in the daydream is saying). I also make facial expressions. I can do it on purpose, like hitting play on a movie and resuming where I left off. Usually, when I do this, I close my eyes. I much prefer to sit and do it without multitasking, but I often do it while doing something else.

These daydreams connect, and arcs/storylines can go on for months/years.

Usually these stories go on for months in IRL time, and span the whole history of the character. For Loki, I probably has Asdisira for 4 years at most. Which is still a LONG time. These arcs can take different pathways, and I may imagine a scene multiple times - in different ways, but usuall the timeline of the oc x canon stays overall the same. Sadly, I almost never write these down. I would pull my hair out and theres not enough time in the world for me to write Diane and Hobie's full narrative down in detail that does it justice. I wanna make a bullet list of their narrative but i dont wanna clog dashes

I can genuinely use them as a comfort character.

I don't need this much now, and nowhere as much as I needed it in high school, but having the ability to daydream vividly at will about a character you feel safe and happy with - it's dope. Sometimes it really helps. There were a lot of times I imagined Loki comforting me or showing me kindness or helping me calm down. And sometimes you can do it just for fun. Like, as a treat. Whenever. I'm imagining Diane and Hobie at a fish n' chip shop right now. It's drizzling outside and it smells like oil and Hobie douses his chips in wayyy to much vinegar. It's like I'm there. Like...I just do that. thats rad as hell. (and I don't know how to describe it if you can't do it but hopefully others know how it is but it's VIVID, like wayyyy more than any dream.)

Literally a walking fact book about them.

I'm smug AS FUCK. I use to love when dudes in high school challenged me about the MCU cause I wore a shirt. Like, oh buddy. Oh pal. Just you fucking wait. I know this character better than you know your own mother - try me hoe. I love reading characters like a book and rewatching scenes, breaking down motives, watching their movements, looking for patterns and drawing connections to real world history, cultures, or psychology. I LOVE watching behavior and personality in the movies, and making conclusions about where they'd come from, reasonably, for the character, and how it affects them outside the scope of the film.

And most of all - It's Free Joy we're almost at the end I promise

This is long as all hell and unlike my other posts there really isn't a neat little character study but uhhh I wanna end with this I guess -

The best part of it, is it's free joy. Literally.

My brain can do something a lot of others can't. I can feel a kind a comfort and understanding with a character, I can entertain myself and come up with amazing stories that have mean to me.

I can make wonderful worlds and all that without lifting a finger, and hangout with my favorite characters just by going

(literally how i be sitting there - professor x headass)

I hoping the fucking multiverse with my mind.

But there's nothing cringe about that. And there's nothing cringe about drawing Hobie for hours on end, by himself or with an oc. There's nothing cringe about thinking about them a lot, or wanting to buy or make a lot of merch.

We aren't hurting anyone. It's not like a celebrity or a youtuber. Nothing we're doing is taboo or anything we're literally just being happy. And squealing about a character we deeply love

Like..Golly if more mfers in this world were squealing like us once a week maybe they'd be happier, you know what I mean. People be walking around mad as hell at the world...like why don't you look at this picture of Hobie and calm down? That's what makes me calm down.

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Anyway uh this is LONG and not connected much to ATSV but if you read down this low THANK YOU so deeply it means a lot. If you relate to this at all I'd love to hear.

And if you think I'm unhinged. Absolutely. But that has nothing to do with this and ain't nothing wrong about it, in the words of megan the stallion... 'ah'.

I leave you with this pic of Hobie goodbye :)

im using my magic autism powers to hold his hand :) now im giving him a hug im having fun

[blues-valentine]

Did you pick up on the romeo & juliet parallels to rina? the fact that quinn said that her version is one where they don't die in the end. so instead of it being a tragedy, its just a beautiful love story. mack dropping out of the role of romeo and the reporters believing that romeo is ricky. and the literal words of "Romeo and Juliet" being in magenta and light blue...the same colors ricky and gina were wearing in the scene. rina's writing is just insane.

YES. I did notice that the logo was written in the same colors of the clothes they were wearing. So, you can create a lot of theories with that. I have two head-canons for that whole situation:

1. Quinn still doesn’t know Mack quit the movie. She’ll probably find out later so when the love confession goes viral she decides to announce Ricky as Romeo because she saw the chemistry between them and she can also say all of that was intentional part of the movie marketing.

2. Quinn doesn’t cast Ricky as Romeo but his love confession and song goes viral so she asks Ricky if they can use the song for the movie soundtrack or if he can make songs for the movie. This kick starts Ricky’s musical career on musical production (doing songs for movies, tv or theater) because we see him this season making the melody for Maybe This Time.

I personally prefer the escenario number 2 because Ricky pursuing music and getting himself into some prestigious music school in NYC has always been my head canon for him and I kinda wished we could’ve seen it.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Movie Novel Extra Story 1 Summary

I am currently reading the light of the novel of the upcoming Hamefura movie and will write summaries as I read.

(The translation is a bit rushed because I am in a hurry).

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Foreign Merchant Caravan

Chapter 2: The Emissaries From Mutlaq

Chapter 3: Food Supplies

Chapter 4: Encounter

Chapter 5: Sacred Beast

Extra Story 1

Katarina is currently riding a carriage. She asks a question to Geordo, sitting opposite her.

Katarina: The play we're going to watch is having its debut performance today, right?

Geordo (grinning): That's right. Today is the debut performance of the play we're going to watch.

A few days ago, Geordo invited Katarina to go to the theater. Katarina is not fond of theater since the plays she watched long ago always were hard-to-understand historical plays, but Geordo told her that the play this time was intended for a general audience, so she thought she would give it a try. And here they are.

Katarina looks out of the window.

Katarina: I think we'll arrive soon.

Keith: Right, we'll arrive soon.

Keith is actually riding the carriage with Geordo and Katarina. 

When Katarina told Keith that Geordo had invited her to the theater, Keith told her he also wanted to see the play and asked if he could join them. Katarina accepted. When Geordo came to fetch her, Geordo told Keith he had no seat for him, but Keith told him he had already booked a seat for himself. Katarina felt relieved that Keith already had his own ticket. 

The carriage has arrived at the theater. Katarina gets off the carriage, goes through the theater's entrance, and arrives in the hall.

Mary: Lady Katarina!

Katarina turns her head.

Katarina: Mary, Sophia, Maria, Prince Alan, Lord Nicol!

Katarina can see that all her friends are here.

Katarina: What are you all doing here?

Mary (smiling): We were interested in the play so we came to watch it. I am so glad to meet you, Lady Katarina. Let's watch it together.

Katarina is happy to meet her friends in such an unexpected place.

Katarina: Yes, let's.

Geordo: Unfortunately, the box seat I took can't hold so many people, so Katarina and I will watch the play together and once it is over, let's all spend time together.

Katarina remembers that nobles take seats in elevated boxes in theaters. In that case, everyone will indeed not fit in.

Katarina: Oh, right. Everyone will indeed not fit in. Then let's all spend time together after the play...

Mary: It is alright, Lady Katarina. I have also booked a box seat. Up to 4 people can sit in it, so let's split gentlemen and ladies and watch the play.

Sophia and Maria quickly take Katarina's hands.

Mary: Well then, gentlemen, please enjoy the play in the box seat booked by Prince Geordo. 

Mary starts walking elegantly, without letting anyone object. Katarina, Sophia, and Maria follow her.

The girls arrive at the box seat booked by Mary. Katarina feels like it is spacious enough to easily fit more than 4 people. But then she remembers that nobles usually have attendants with them, so it might have been taken into account.

Katarina sits on the soft sofa and sees sweets and tea already on the table.

She remembers how she was amazed by the service the first time she went to the theater. Maria seems to be as amazed as she was long ago.

Mary: Lady Katarina, do you know about the story adapted in this play?

Katarina (shaking head): No, I only heard that it was an adaptation of a story.

Sophia: It seems to be a love story between a princess and a knight. I don't know the precise content since it was written on reading material for commoners and hasn't been made into a book. I am looking forward to it. 

Katarina: So it is a love story between a princess and a knight, huh? I have read many of them in romance novels but I have never seen them in plays. I can't wait.

The plays Katarina watched before were all historical plays, like the history of one of the past kings, or the research of a famous magician. Compared to these, she is way more interested in love stories.

Maria: Is that so? Though, I heard they do this kind of play in commoner theaters.

Mary: Since it was popular in small theaters, it seems like they decided to hold a performance in a big theater like this for the first time.

Katarina: I see.

Katarina is amazed by how well-informed Mary is.

The curtain rises.

The girls watch the play.

The play has ended.

Katarina loved the play. She found the production very high quality: the stage setup, the actors' performance, the costumes… The story was staged as a romance novel, so it was easy to get into it. But Katarina was displeased with one thing.

Katarina: Why was there a bad ending?

Maria is puzzled.

Maria: What is a "bad ending"?

Katarina: Ah, umm~ Like, there wasn't a happy ending.

Sophia (outraged): I wholeheartedly agree! Why did they do such an ending?

Katarina notices that Sophia's expression just now is just like Acchan's angry expression.

Mary (hand on her cheek): I would have never guessed that it would turn into a blighted love.

The princess and knight's love story in the play ended up in a blighted love.

It was the story of a princess and her protecting knight, a commoner, who were both attracted to each other. A common trope in romance novels. In most of them, the two would overcome their difference in status and get married. But in this play, the knight stepped aside because he thought the princess couldn't be happy with him.

Katarina personally prefers happy endings, but she also reads blighted love stories.  

Katarina: But it totally felt like they would end up with each other! It completely built up towards them throwing away their status and getting married. So why at the very end, did it end up with him stepping aside?!

Sophia: It is completely as you say! It should have undoubtedly developed towards their marriage! I just can't believe that at the very end, the knight stepped aside.

Katarina and Sophia agree. Maria gives it some thought.

Maria: But the knight stepped aside because he noticed the prince's feelings for the princess and thought he would make her happier than him, who had low status. Since I am a commoner like the knight, I can understand his feelings.

As high-ranking nobles, Katarina, Sophia, and Mary can't really understand that feeling, but they guess it might be the case if Maria says so.

Maria (decisively): I can understand his feelings, but... If it were me, I wouldn't give up.

Katarina is blank, surprised by Maria's sudden determined words.

Maria (dignified): Supposing there was a difference of status between me and the one I love, if they chose me, I would want to stay by their side for as long as they desired. I would do anything to that end. 

Maria makes a dignified face befitting of the heroine of the game. Katarina is sure the capture targets are also attracted to Maria and want to live with her for as long as they desire.

Mary (fully determined): Me too! I also want to stay by my beloved's side forever! If there were a big obstacle in my way, I would break it!

Sophia (excitedly): Everyone is so passionate. But I share the same opinion. Even if another more suitable person has appeared, what about the princess's feelings? For him to give up one-sidedly, the knight is so self-righteous. If he had refused to give up and run away with the princess, they could have lived together. 

Katarina feels like Sophia breathing out of her nose out of excitement would be NG for a game, but aside from that, she vehemently agrees with her.

Katarina: That's right. He shouldn't have given up. The princess loved the knight after all. It would have been great if she had chosen to be with him. 

The girls all agree that the play was great and that the knight shouldn't have given up at the end. They all have fun exchanging their impressions.

Katarina wonders how it went with the boy's group.

Geordo's POV

Geordo wonders how things turned out like this. He deeply sighs.

A few days ago, Geordo heard a play would adapt a story intended for the general public. Katarina wasn't really interested in plays because a lot of them were historical ones, but he thought she might like this one since she enjoyed reading romance novels.

Geordo secured tickets right away and invited Katarina. Katarina promptly accepted, but Geordo was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to go to the theater alone with her

Based on the usual pattern, since Geordo can't prevent Katarina from talking, she would tell Keith, then it would reach Mary, and then Mary would suggest doing it "with everyone". He can clearly see that happening.

Geordo doesn't particularly hate spending time with everyone. Before meeting Katarina, he found it bothersome to spend time with people at times, but that is not the case anymore. His friends, who have been with him since childhood, are important to him and he enjoys spending time with them. 

Still, Geordo considers his time with Katarina as a different matter. The heart-pounding time with the one he loves is special.

Since he has graduated from the academy, Geordo will start working as a full-fledged royal. As for Katarina, she will join the Ministry of Magic. They will have significantly less time to see each other. That's why he wanted to spend just a little time with her now.

Geordo intentionally chose a narrow box seat to that end. He expected that Mary and the others would forcibly enter the box seat he booked, but if they couldn't all fit in, they would have no choice but to wait outside. He also intentionally chose the date of the debut performance so there wouldn't be any other available box seats. That way, they wouldn't be able to get a large box seat on that day.

...So why did it turn out like this?

Geordo looks at the 3 grown men closely huddled together on the narrow sofa. They are in such close proximity that it would have been improper if they had been unmarried men and women. But since they are all men, there is no problem since same-sex marriage is currently not recognized in Sorcier. This distance does not raise any problem, but it looks so sultry. The sofa is too narrow for 4 grown men to sit together but if he chases them out, the 3 won't have any seat

Geordo wonders if Mary secured a box seat from the start while anticipating that he would take a narrow box seat. If so, the frightening Mary Hunt is becoming more of a formidable enemy with the passing years. He will need to refine his countermeasures against her after that. While thinking of this, Geordo shudders about having to watch a play on a narrow sofa filled with men.

Geordo: Umm, won't it be hard for you? Wouldn't you rather not force yourself to watch the play and just wait outside? 

Alan: No, since I'm already here. Besides, I'm curious about the play, so I'll watch it.

Nicol (expressionless): Me too.

Keith: I'll also watch it since I'm already here. If I don't, I won't be able to discuss the play with Big Sister after.

Keith has added his motive. Geordo has the same motive, so he reluctantly decides to endure the narrowness and the sultriness and watch the play.

The play is over.

Geordo feels like, because they're bringing forth a story intended for the general public for the first time, the staff put out all the stops for the play. Geordo could tell they put a lot of work into the stage setup and the costumes.

The story was about the love between a princess and a knight like in many romance novels that Katarina enjoys, but the feelings of the two protagonists who were attracted to each other despite their difference of status were carefully depicted. Geordo thought that at this rate, they would probably marry each other at the end, but it unexpectedly ended with the knight stepping aside.

Geordo wonders why the knight would step aside here, then concludes that each person is different. But his younger brother and friends have other opinions.

Alan: For him to step aside for the princess here...

Alan is grimacing with a pained face because he is empathizing with the knight. Geordo thinks to himself that Alan has grown up into such an honest person. He sometimes wonders if Alan really is his brother.

Nicol: Yes, for him to go through his decision to step aside so resolutely...

Nicol is expressionless but the tone of his voice resounds as pained.

Geordo is surprised that Nicol would empathize with the knight, but then he remembers that Nicol is Sophia's older brother.

Keith: For him to step aside and entrust the princess to the prince...

Keith makes an incredibly sad face. Geordo thinks to himself that Keith seems to empathize with the knight but he is not disregarding the other people. Though, his look is similar to the other two.

Geordo analyzes the situation. 4 grown men are sitting tightly with shoulders touching on a narrow sofa intended for lovers and married couples and 3 of them are hanging their heads with pained faces. If someone were to enter right at this moment, they would think he had done something to the other three. On the other hand, if he leaves ahead and the remaining 3 are seen hanging their heads like this, people may think that he not only did something to them but also promptly ran away. 

In the end, Geordo didn't leave the sofa and just waited for the other three to sort out their feelings. 

When the 4 of them left the box seat and joined back with the girls, the girls were excitedly talking among themselves. Geordo felt incredibly jealous looking at them.

[d8nielaa]

Hii love!!!!

You should do another fic that's like Friday night at the drive in because I loved the dan berry one !!😭💝

Authors Note: HI ANONNNNNN yes ofc I will write this for you!! ill give 2 dollars if anyone can guess my favorite song from the outsiders soundtrack..

Friday at the Drive In

socs x greasers x reader

The night air was crisp, the smell of popcorn and soft drinks wafting through the air, blending with the sound of a distant engine starting. The drive-in movie theater was full, but not as full as the hearts of the people who filled it. On a night like this, it wasn’t just the movies that were making the rounds. It was the chatter, the laughter, the company.

You were sitting on the hood of your car, a soft smile on your lips as you looked over the gathering crowd. Around you were both Socs and Greasers—people who, under normal circumstances, would never cross paths. But they did for you.

Your name was a whispered comfort among all who knew you, and even those who didn’t. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and a person who could make anyone feel seen, you had this way of pulling people in.

“Hey, Y/N!” The call was from Cherry Valance, her laughter carrying over as she slipped onto the seat next to you. “You saved me a spot?”

“Always, Cherry.” You gave her a warm smile, your voice gentle and calming as it always was. Cherry leaned in, looking around at the people gathered.

“It’s crazy how everyone’s getting along tonight, huh? Even the Greasers are talking to us!”

Your eyes lit up as you watched the boys from your side of town mingle with the Greasers. You didn’t care that people sometimes judged them. The Greasers, like the Socs, were just people. They each had their own stories, their own struggles, and you loved hearing about all of them.

"Yeah… I guess you could say I have that effect on people," you teased with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

She laughed too, the sound light and airy. "No kidding. But seriously, I think it's because you're so easy to talk to. You don't care who they are."

Your eyes softened as you looked over at the Greasers, seeing Dally talking to Ponyboy while Johnny shyly looked on, and Two-Bit laughing over a joke. Even Ace, the only girl in the Greaser crowd, was talking to Steve.

You hopped down from the hood of your car and wandered over to them, your presence a quiet warmth that caused a shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t about making everyone comfortable—it was simply about being there.

"Hey, everyone," you greeted, your voice a soft hum of familiarity.

"Hey, Y/N!" Ponyboy waved.

“Here comes our favorite Soc,” Two-Bit grinned, leaning back in his chair, tipping his cap to you. "I swear, you’re like a secret weapon or something."

Ace smirked as she kicked back against the side of the car, crossing her arms but her eyes still soft. “What’s up, Y/N? I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

"Never," you laughed, playfully nudging her. "You know I like to talk to everyone."

"Yeah, you do. But you’re the only Soc I actually don’t mind hanging out with." Ace had a way of teasing, but there was genuine warmth in her words, too. You had a way of making even the toughest of people soften up.

“You guys are fun to hang out with,” you said, settling in beside her. You glanced up at the sky for a moment, letting the stars remind you of how small the world could feel sometimes, yet, tonight, it felt so big with all the love surrounding you.

“Some of us are better than others,” Dally muttered under his breath, though it was clear he wasn’t really upset. You simply smiled, knowing he didn’t mean any harm.

"Shut up, Dal," Steve shot back, grinning. "We know you love her."

“You guys are too much,” you said, rolling your eyes in the most charming way possible. “I’m just here to enjoy the movie.”

“You’re the best,” Johnny mumbled, his smile shy but sincere. You gave him a gentle nod, your kindness going unnoticed by no one, especially not Johnny, who always appreciated when people treated him with gentleness.

The conversation shifted easily, from the latest gossip at school to the best movies to watch at the drive-in. The Greasers didn’t usually have a lot of fun on these nights, but when you were around, it was different. Even Ace found herself lightening up around you, finding an easy connection that didn’t feel forced.

Soon enough, the movie started, but the buzz of conversations didn’t quiet down entirely. The group shifted and leaned against the hoods of cars, still in their tight-knit circles of comfort—only now, those circles were slightly more intertwined.

As the night went on, you found yourself moving between both sides of the group, effortlessly bridging the gap that seemed insurmountable for most.

“I still don’t get how you do it,” Cherry said, leaning in toward you as the credits rolled on the screen. “You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.”

You chuckled softly, your cheeks warming. “I don’t do anything, really. I just listen, you know? I like hearing what people have to say, no matter where they come from.”

Cherry smirked. “You’re like some sort of diplomat or something.”

“More like a peaceful peacemaker,” you teased. “But hey, it works.”

As the night ended, the sky had darkened completely, and everyone was starting to head out. But there was an unspoken feeling that lingered. The bonds that had formed tonight weren’t fleeting. They were genuine. The Greasers, the Socs—they were all people. And tonight, you made sure they remembered that.

When you finally said goodbye to everyone, Ace pulled you aside, her usual tough exterior softened. “Hey… you’re really something, Y/N. Don’t change, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised with a smile, gently squeezing her hand. “You’re one of my favorites too, Ace. Don’t forget that.”

She rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her face. “I won’t.”

As you walked away, you glanced back at the mix of Socs and Greasers lingering in the parking lot, the warmth of their affection still wrapped around you like a blanket. You were their bridge, their quiet, understanding force. You didn’t need to be loud or boastful—you were enough just by being you.

And that was more than enough.

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Authors Note: guys im so ready for my birthday

[yeahiwasintheshit]

so i was looking into the whole french connection censorship thing, and yes of course it was disney who without telling anyone censored the movie. (disney bought fox a few years ago, which made the movie.) so apparently disney just cut out what they didnt want from an oscar winning movie without acknowledging it and letting anyone know. the director, william friedkin just died so theres no indication that disney consulted him about the censorship of his movie. if anyone knows or seen friedkin in any interview youd know that fucking crazy guy would never agree to let that fucking mouse touch his movie lol.

so i dont know if anyone has seen the french connection, but central to the whole movies plot is that the main character, a guy named popeye doyle is a piece of shit racist cop who does what he thinks is the right thing to catch the bad guy. which of course that means he does the wrong thing most times. (SPOILERS he doesnt even catch the bad guy in the end) so in one line of dialogue, popeye says the n-word and this is what they censored from the oscar winning 1971 movie. the movie is r rated, by the way. for adults. the movie is over 50 years old, and depicts how racist cops openly spoke then. its illustrative of what a huge piece of shit the cop is. friedkin himself called popeye doyle a racist. hes making a point that the good guy is not the good guy. that the archetype cop who does any and everything even outside the law is BAD because it doesnt even lead to catching the bad guy. that these kinds of depictions of cops shouldnt be made into a hero. like so many movies have done.

disney in their fucking brilliance bought a studio that made thousands of movies over many many many decades, and instead of adding a card at the beginning of the movie that eventho disney doesnt agree with some of the language in the movie, the movie is being presented as the artist/director, friedkin, intended. they dont do that. fuckin disney is so fucking ridiculous, they dont bleep the line or dub it with another word. (which would be awful and terrible enough - this isnt network television) they just yank that line out of a scene between 2 people. so its this weird cut that breaks the flow of a scene. if disney is so fucking scared of someone somewhere saying disney is associated with the n word, than they shouldnt have bought a fucking studio whos been making movies for fucking decades! if fucking disney thinks their brand will be tarnished from rated r movies... movies for adults... than sell off those movies to someone else who will present the movie as the artist intended. and lets be clear, disney didnt cut any scenes of popeye doyle acting racist, just the one scene where he said the n word. disney is full of fucking hypocrites!

i read that disney cut it out from any streaming version, any versions that will be sold as physical media and any showings of the movie in theaters. the monopoly that disney holds is scary and gets scarier and scarier. they can and do so many things that are only for PR. they are scared of backlash, but its ridiculous that they would censor a movie without any acknowledgment. its not up tho them to tell an artist how to tell a story. its 100% censorship and its bullshit!

fuck disney!

[animentality]

Do you like horror movies? I've recently become obsessed with the Saw franchise (less so the actual torture porn of the movies - more so the fun queer fandom headcanons and toxic yuri + yaoi)

I love horror!

Horror was my bailiwick before I got very into sci fi and fantasy.

I'm a bitch who loves intense emotions, and the soul rending shrieks of a person, at their wit's end, abandoning all pretenses and human airs, and becoming their most base, instinctual self.

Horror is great for that sort of thing.

As for SAW - I actually LOVE Saw.

I think 1 and 2 were honestly brilliant and didn't deserve the ratings they got! They're way more clever than anyone ever thinks!

The first Saw twist was actually brilliant, and not enough normies know that it really wasn't just torture porn from the beginning. The escape room thriller, murder mystery element was present too.

Now later Saws kind of became torture porn, but.

I adore 1, I think 2 is awesome and Amanda's haircut is transcendent.

I have seen 3 and 4, but didn't like them that much. I think I saw 7, but I'm not sure, and I definitely saw Spiral and 10 in theaters...

Spiral was bad, but 10 was the only Saw movie to have an actually respectable RT score, which is honestly kinda hilarious, when you think about it.

Ooh, and I loved it, btw. Can't recommend it enough. Really wonderful human story...about sadistic murder traps being inflicted on healthcare scammers.

So in short, YES.

I love horror.

Torture porn doesn't do much for me, but the villains are reallllly cunty and that makes them soooo much fun to talk about. I have a soft spot for the Saw fandom. They're pretty chill, in terms of fandoms.

Also, that iconic post

saw fans are the best.

[hannienthusiast]

Chapter 3

Today felt different, in the best way possible. It wasn't that the days before were dull, but there was a sparkle in the air, a sense of something new and exciting.

As the final period rolled in and the teacher allowed the class to work silently on their textbooks, Danielle found herself already finished with the assignment. Leaning back, she let her thoughts wander to you, the interesting new friend she'd made. Despite your pessimistic attitude and walls that guarded your heart, she was determined to break through your barriers and show you the warmth of friendship.

Recalling the conversation on the rooftop brought a smile to her face. You haven't exactly agreed to her proposition, but your response hinted at a reluctant acceptance, which Danielle considered a victory in itself.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed her best friend Hanni's attempts to get her attention.

"Danielle! Danielle Marsh! Mo Jihye!" she whispered urgently, snapping the curly haired back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, sorry! What's up?" Danielle replied, slightly embarrassed.

"I just got a text from Minji about watching the new movie tonight. Haerin and Hyein are in too. Are you down?" Hanni explained, excitement evident in her voice.

"Absolutely! I'm always up for a movie night," Danielle responded heartily, taking care not to upset her classmates who were still working around them.

"Awesome, I'll let her know we're going," Hanni said, already tapping away on her phone.

With the bell signaling the end of the day, Danielle and Hanni swiftly gathered their belongings and headed to meet their friends at the school gates. However, before leaving, she couldn't help but glance toward your classroom.

She scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before leaving, but you were nowhere to be seen.

"I guess he left already," she muttered to herself, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Dani, what are you doing there? Come on, they're already waiting for us!" Hanni called from a distance, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry!" she apologized as she hurried to join Hanni.

"Come on. Ppalli Ppalli!" She grabbed the younger's arm as the two ran together to the front gate.

Danielle and Hanni finally reached the front gate where they were greeted warmly by their three other friends.

"Oh, there you two are!" Minji chirped, showing them her gummy smile. "I was worried you two might've backed out."

"Yeah, sorry for the wait," Danielle apologized, giving Minji a warm hug. "But we're already here, so you don't have to worry anymore!"

"Always the sweet talker, Dani-unnie," Hyein teased, tickling her sides.

"Mhm, she has such a way with her words," Haerin agreed, chuckling softly.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go watch some movies!" Hanni pumped her fist in the air as all of them followed along.

"Yes, let's go!" They cheered as all of them began to walk to the movie theater.

Danielle always thinks that sending time with her girl friends was always a blast. Teasing each other, laughing at each other's jokes, being silly, and telling each other stories. It's never boring when she's with them and she wouldn't trade it for any other friend group out there.

With that being said, this was the type of friendship that she wanted to show you and prove you wrong about your perception of friendship.

"That reminds me," Hyein suddenly said, turning her head towards Danielle. "You went inside classroom 2-C earlier this morning, didn't you?"

"Eh? How did you know~?" Danielle asked, genuinely surprised.

"I mean, you're quite popular, unnie. People easily recognize you, so it's natural for the word to get around quickly," Haerin said matter-of-factly.

"I'm not popular," Danielle playfully rolled her eyes at them. "But yes, yes I did go to class 2-C."

"Why though? Do you know someone from that class?" Hanni asked.

"Well... I do, now!" Danielle said proudly.

"So you were there to make friends? Well, that's our ball of sunshine," Minji smiled and gently patted her hair. "So, who are these 'friends' that you've met?"

"Ah, I only made one friend in that class. He's a bit cold, but I made it work," Danielle gleefully shared.

The moment the words left her lips, a stunned silence fell over her friends. Their eyes widened in disbelief, exchanging incredulous glances among themselves.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up," Hanni interjected, her voice laced with disbelief. "'He'? You made friends with a guy?"

"Yeah! Is that bad?" Danielle tilted her head to the side, concerned that she might've done something wrong.

"What? No, no, it's not bad, you can be friends with a guy," Hanni quickly dismissed. "What I meant was, it's unusual for you to initiate a conversation with a guy, let alone make friends with one."

"Ah, well, you know me," she replied with a shrug, trying to brush off the surprise in their reactions. "I guess I just found him interesting, that's all."

"Interesting, huh?" Minji teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, come on, guys, it's not like that," Danielle protested, feeling a flush creeping up her neck. "We just had a chat, that's all."

"Sure, sure," Haerin chimed in with a smirk. "But seriously, spill the tea. What's this guy like?"

"He's kind of... mysterious," Danielle began, trying to find the right words to describe you. "A bit aloof, but something is intriguing about him. Like he's got this whole hidden side that he's guarding fiercely."

"A mysterious guy, huh?" Hanni pondered, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Sounds like the perfect challenge for you, Dani."

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of unraveling your layers. "And I'm up for the challenge."

"Well, I'm glad you found someone interesting," Minji said with a smile, patting Danielle's shoulder. "Who knows, maybe you'll uncover some hidden treasure beneath all that mystery."

"Yeah, maybe," Danielle agreed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within her. "Either way, it'll be an adventure."

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[zennotixs]

The story you told, though it was the short version, sounds like such fun! Yes, you can see what I mean about theater blunders then. They’re quite hilarious, but I hope that sign didn’t hit you too hard! I hope you know your personality is quite wonderful too, my dear. You never fail to make me smile! And of course, you are not mean and intimidating to me. I will say though, I am a bit glad that people may assume that, as that means there’s more of you for me to cherish and keep to myself! >_< I’m going to answer the questions, and then I think I’ll take a quick shower before I go get dressed for the show tonight! What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

It’s hard to say for me too, as I’m a bit insecure, but I suppose my sense of fashion and my general passion in whatever I do! >_<

What’s something that a lot of people assume about you that’s true? What about something that’s false? A lot of people think I’m a bit scatterbrained and forgetful, which is true--things tend to slip my mind and I often forget about due dates and such! However, they also assume I’m a bit stupid because of the way I portray myself, but I’m actually pretty smart! I don’t want to brag, but I am in higher placement levels than some people expect, and I’ve always had a passion for learning, so it makes sense.

What was the most life-changing event in your life so far? If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? What can always make you feel better after a bad day?

I suppose that is true! The more people are scared , the further they’ll go and the more time I get to have with you! I wish others would stay away from you.

1) My nose life-changing event would be a few years ago when I re-met this one guy. It’s a long story but he completely ruined but also changed my life. Nothing in my life would be the same if I had never met him again.

2) Discrimination, probably. It affects everything and everyone in some way. I’m quite a lot of minorities so I’ve seen quite a bit and nothing makes me madder than people who think they have the right to do horrible things because they were born a certain way.

3) Talking to my darling tends to help me feel better! A nice cup of tea, cake, and watching one of my comfort movies tends to help as well.

I await your answers after your shower or your show! I hope you have fun, darling!

[bratspike]

What do you think really happened to Ilsa in DR1?

i am 100% confident that she is alive!!!!!! first of all i just don’t truly believe that tom would want to finish part 2 without having rebecca involved. listen to the rogue nation commentary track to see what i mean (or just look for him talking about her literally anywhere) (or wait for my post on the topic).

second, ilsa is perfectly set up to be a Ghost and a Shadow (two terms that are repeated not only in dr but also throughout the series) in dr2. luther tells ethan that he’s going offline to try to figure out the entity, but the entity does know he’s still a player even if he’s not currently on the map.

ilsa. ilsa, though. by faking her death ilsa fulfills ethan’s ‘written’ fate of losing someone he cares about and gabriel and the entity will both believe their plan, their story, gets to continue on. but ilsa is still alive. ilsa is operating in the dark and she is going to be the key (hah) to everything in dr2. she is going to reappear and save the day and the entire theater is going to go apeshit

it’s genuinely just what makes the most sense and is the most in line with the story that tom and mcq are trying to tell. their refrain is “story is king!” they said it about rogue nation and they’re saying it about dead reckoning. this is a story about revisiting the past in order to move forward. we are being taken to the first movie yes, but also even further, to an ethan we’ve never seen before. ethan’s past is coming back to him but ilsa remains his future. she’s always been his future (come away with me), he just hasn’t been ready to see it.

dr1 was the entity’s movie — we were seeing what it wanted us to see, we were following its script, looking at its shots and editing decisions. ethan said we can’t trust anything outside of this conversation in venice and that was an instruction to us, too! ilsa guided the knife into her chest. every glance between ilsa and ethan in venice now seems like a goodbye (for now). a be safe (because i won’t be able to know where you are or if you’re still alive). he said run as FAR as you can. he wasn’t talking about venice.

luther and ilsa have always been aligned and now they are going to be their own team. they will return to save ethan and benjis asses and ethan will kill the entity and then. and then. they’ll get to choose what to do next. and ethan will say ‘i’m coming with you.’ and ilsa will say ‘i know.’

[sunny6677]

Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 2: His Real Home.

TWS: SLIGHT PROFANITY, KIDNAPPING IMPLICATIONS, TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, FIRE MENTIONS, SELF BLAME.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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His mother then pulled away, her twinkling dark eyes glistening with moisture. She whimpered, smiling at him the best she could. "Don't worry, son. Everything's gonna be fine. I'll take you home, okay? You're safe now. You're safe."

Skid nodded slowly, sniffling and whining under his weak short breaths. He was embarrassed about it, but he was probably going to have to ask her if she could carry him. He felt so weak, and everything felt so overwhelming right now. His mother then patted his head, holding him close yet again.

He was safe.

So why did everything still feel so.. weird?

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His mother had spoken with the officers for a short while, though he wasn't sure why. He hadn't been paying attention. His own thoughts were too overwhelming for him to exactly process her words, or even the officers words. The whole time, he had been taking small slow bites out of a half-eaten strawberry donut. His mother would occasionally raise her voice, in an almost angered manner.

Even so, after what seemed like forever(despite it only being five minutes that his mother was talking with the police officers), she walked back over to where he was sitting. And smiled at him softly, saying, "Come on, son. Let's go home.". Skid looked up at her, and for the first time in a while now, he felt a sense of glee in himself. He simply nodded, and then, a large but nervous smile formed on his abnormally pale face.

He slowly extended out his hand, letting her slip his hand in his. And then, he slowly struggled to get off of the seat he was sitting on, but he managed to regardless. His legs felt a bit numb, as if he were going to collapse at any moment. But even so, he didn't. Skid glanced behind himself, and waved a meek goodbye to the officers who had been with him. They waved back, giving him a somewhat nervous smile. His mother had thanked them, and then out they went.

Out they went into the breezy, cool night. The moonlight shone upon the town he hadn't seen in so long. His eyes sparkled with the thought of seeing every place he hadn't seen in so long again. The Candy Club, The Movie Theater, Frank's Ice-cream van. And he was even happy just thinking about seeing everyone again. Frank, Kevin, Robert—just absolutely everyone! And most of all, he wished to see Pump again. He felt a bit saddened once he had realized that he no longer had his costume. That it had most likely burnt while the house collapsed into flames, wherever the man had hid it.

He wished, despite it being impossible, that his costume would somehow miraculously survive.

Specks of tiny stars greeted him from on high as his mother began to lead him toward the car that she had always drove. She said to him while smiling, trying to hide her nervousness, "Do you wanna watch a horror movie when we get back home, son?". Skid was about to say 'yes', since he hadn't watched one in so long. But then his mother spoke again, arching a brow. "...what happened to your costume?"

Skid went quiet. He then meekly said while looking away, "..um.. the man who took me away took it from me. I think he probably put it somewhere, but..". Skid heard the approaching sound of sirens, most likely coming from a police vehicle. Red and blue flashed from the corner of his eye, and his mother stopped in her tracks as if trying to listen to him clearly. He still remained quiet. A flash of movement passed by, too fast for him to process. But as it did so, he could clearly see that it was in fact a police vehicle.

He saw no one in the back seat, so he assumed it probably wasn't the car the man was in.

"...but what?" His mother softly asked, concern showing in her eyes.

"I—I dont know. Its probably gone now, because of the fire.." Skid slowly answered, avoiding eye contact. Despite his trust in her, he felt the strange need to avoid eye contact whenever he felt nervous like this. He knew she wouldn't hurt him over something so simple. Only the man would. So why was he treating her as if she were that man?

"Oh.. well, don't worry, sweetie. We'll find you a new costume." His mother said with a smile, patting his head slowly. And in a somewhat angry tone, she mumbled to herself, "..and I'll kill that bastard if he ever comes near you again."

"What?" Skid uttered. He didn't hear her over the breeze.

"N—Nothing, son. Let's just get to our car." His mother nervously spoke. She then began to finally continue walking, leading him still by holding his hand in her own. Skid obliged, only slowly nodding in reply. He decided that maybe it was best if he didn't ask what she had mumbled to herself. After all, that man had always gotten so unreasonably angry whenever he asked him to repeat something. So maybe it was best he didn't ask her. Just incase.

Finally, the two of them saw the car. His mother held his hand still, and clicked what looked to be a black item. The car made a clicking sound, most likely unlocked now. Skid was thankful to see this car again. On the rare occasions the man would for some reason have to put him in a car, he'd have to ride the means own personal car. The man's car was worn down, darkly colored with damaged windows. And anytime it became warm outside, the seats would be sickeningly hot to have to sit on. But he never dared to complain, for he feared what would happen if he did.

But his mother's car was different. It was darkly colored too, but it was clean and not ever as uncomfortable to have to sit in. At least he didn't remember it being uncomfortable. Then, his mother slowly led him to the backseat, and opened the car door. Skid smiled, and slowly crawled inside. The seat was cool due to the night breeze, and it was dark inside. He could see the faint lights of passing cars, and faint streetlights. Skid saw a flash of red and blue again as his mother closed the car door and began walking to the door that held the driver's seat. He could have sworn that from inside whatever police vehicle had passed just now, he saw an angered face.

He decided it was best not to question it. If it was who he thought it was, then they were gone now. He had no reason to think of them.

His mother then slowly crawled into the driver's seat, and clenched her fingers onto the steering wheel. She revved the engine, and started the car up. Then slowly—she began to drive at a steady pace. Slow, and gentle. Not like the man's habits of driving the car like he was in some kind of car race and nearly hitting several cars in the process.

Skid was going home. He was happy about that. But.. there was something he wanted to know.

"Mom..?" Skid spoke softly, "..can I ask something?"

"Of course you can. What is it?" She inquired, as if a little confused. If this had been before he was kidnapped, he would have just asked what he needed to ask in his usual energetic manner. But he felt the need to ask for permission first.

Skid paused. "How long was I gone for?"

His mother hesitated. Perhaps that wasn't a good sign.

His mother then slowly said as if to not want to upset him, "..I.. I think you were gone for an entire year, sweetie."

Skid froze. Widening his eyes, he uttered, "..w—what? Mo—Mom, I'm sorry—I—"

"No, no, no. It's not your fault. You didn't have any control over how long you were gone. It's okay." His mother tried to reassure him, speaking in a comforting tone.

As much as he wanted to believe that, he still couldn't shake the feeling that it was his fault. How could he have been gone for so long? He must have had everyone worried sick. Why didn't he try to find a way out sooner?!

Skid went quiet again, looking down at the ground.

His mother looked concerned. "Son, are you okay?"

He didn't answer.

His mother slowly said with a nervous smile, "Hey, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. We can still watch that horror movie when we get home, right? Maybe you'll feel better about it then."

Skid stayed quiet still. But slowly, he nodded, not wanting to worry her further.

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Skid had finally been back in his home. His real home. His sweet, sweet home. Pale peach walls, the familiar couch that sat in front of the TV, his room that was somewhere nearby. He wasn't exactly going to his room right now since he still had that horror movie to watch with his mother, but he knew he'd be exhilarated to be back in there. Not sleeping in a basement—but an actual bed! Finally!

He was inside of the living room right now, with a TV that was currently just a list of channels. He would be watching a horror movie with his mother of course, but his mother wanted him to at least feel somewhat filled up. So currently, she was in the kitchen, heating them both up some leftover pizza that she had in the fridge. They were the last two slices in the box, so he wouldn't get to eat any more after he ate his. But he was just glad he got to eat something fulfilling for a change.

Skid kicked his feet slightly, smiling softly and looking around the room with his hands rested on both sides of his legs. Perhaps he'd need to change into something when he got to bed, since what he had been currently wearing wasn't really that comfortable anyway. And it made him look weird, so he'd definitely need to change. His mother had also bandaged up his bruises with some bandages she had somewhere inside of the house. He was at least relieved his bruises technically weren't visible to basically everyone anymore.

Skid heard the sound of beeping, and smelt the scent of warm pizza. He smiled, realizing that the pizza was done. He heard his mother grab the plate of pizza from the microwave, shutting it once she did. Then, he began to hear her footsteps approaching from the kitchen. He slowly peeked up from the couch, eagerly looking at her as she emerged from the kitchen with two plates of pizza in hand. "Pizza's ready!" She called out in a comforting tone.

Skid grinned. He hadn't felt so happy in a long time. He had almost completely forgotten about the fact that he was gone for an entire year. He softly said, "W—Wow.. thanks, mo—"

...then, the door bell rang. Someone was at the door.

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Imagine how fucking Roy's gonna react when he sees Skid again in this fanfic.

[curiosity-killed]

tagged by @beesinspades :D

What book are you currently reading? I’m partway through Story Genius, Hamlet, A Thousand Ships, and Derring-Do For Beginners but have not actually read any of them in weeks :’)

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i haven’t seen anything in theatres lol

What do you usually wear? running shorts and a tank top ^^; yay for wfh

How tall are you? 5'3″ (160 cm)

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? leo and uhh apparently the anniversary of the 19th amendment being ratified in the US hell yea

Do you go by your name or a nickname? both (and a few on the side)

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? sort of and also no?? I didn’t become a hermit writer/illustrator in the mountains or a NatGeo photojournalist but I am a writer, artist, dancer, and photographer and I’ve gotten to do all of them in various ~professional capacities which I think sort of counts

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? nah

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? I’m good at being willing to hop in and try stuff that looks fun even if I’m bad at it and very bad at identifying poison ivy (unfortunately)

Dogs or cats? yes but cats

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? mmm i have no idea uh. maybe this piece? and tbh I’ve written somewhere over 130k this year so idk but I did like the line “Am I destined to always miss you and never know you?” from non nobis nati

What's something you'd like to create content for? HOTE :< I have 2 different portraits of HR sitting incomplete on my laptop

What's something you're currently obsessed with? uhhh I feel like I’m mostly not obsessed with anything rn but I guess dance and tcp per us?

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? worked with a choreographer all spring who kept saying she wanted me to join her company and then. have never heard from her. :)))) love dance. love dance so much.

What's a hidden talent of yours? i can wiggle my ears independently??

Are you religious? nope

What's something you wish to have at this moment? chocolate and also a nap. also an answer for the foot/ankle pain tbh

tagging uhhh @void-tiger @headspacedad @demenior @lookforanewangle if ya wanna but no pressure

[honeyfarts666]

10 Favorite Movies

I was tagged by @myfavouritelunatic thank you 🩶🩵💜

Yes, these are in order.

10. Highlander

"There Can Only Be One!!!" This movie is definitely not for everyone. But I still love to force my closest friends to sit through it lol. I love it for the camp and insane lore and Sean Connery just giving the worst performance of his life 😆

9. A Little Princess (1995)

I genuinely, unironically love this movie and have since I was a little kid. So heartwarming and breaking. It's a bit dated but still really beautiful in cinematography and music.

8. Stardust

Another long-time love of mine. This movie inspired me so much as a kid. All of the performances are amazing. And, as I have mentioned elsewhere, this is Robert De Niro's best performance.

7. The Prince of Egypt

Pretty sure most of the tumblr girlies already love this one. The art, the music, the voice performances (specifically Ralph Fiennes) are all beyond perfect.

6. A Knight's Tale

This was my sister's favorite movie when I was a kid. I've seen this so many times. Hundreds probably. I don't care what the nerds say, the music ELEVATES this film. And it's just a great story!

5. Gladiator

This is probably "technically" the best film on this list. And yeah, it's fucking iconic for a reason. I also really really like it. Go watch it.

4. The Princess Bride

I have been told there are people out there who don't like this movie. I do not understand these people. This movie is so clever and fun! I have every word memorized!

3. The Two Towers

This is my place holder for all of LotR. I didn't want the series to take up three spots. But I'm also coming out as a "The Two Towers is the superior film in the trilogy" truther.

2. Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Once again, pretty sure most of the tumblr girlies love this. And I've also seen this one so much I have the whole thing memorized. I cannot understate the formative effect this film had on me.

1. The Northman

This is an interesting one for me. I do not add to my canon of favorite films lightly or very often. Pride and Prejudice had been my favorite movie for fifteen years. But when I saw this in theaters a year ago, I was blown away. I felt like this movie was made specifically for me. I've watched it three more times and keep noticing new details each time. I don't know if it will remain in the #1 spot forever. But it's been a year and I haven't changed my mind yet.

Tagging (without pressure):

@coraleethroughthelookingglass @ambrosia-salads @demonscantgothere @helenvader @klynnvakarian @rebelrebelwrites @restless-tides @emarasmoak @haladriel @princessfantaghiro