#doomsday movie lovers

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Omg TheDayAfterTomortow is like one of my favorite movies!!

Eeep! I can't even tell you how many times I've seen it. If it's on, I'm watching.

[d1s1ntegrated]

hiii im back again !!!

can i request shiggy hcs for a reader who chronically bed rots (i was trying to find a better word for it instead of chronically but alas) but they basically just stay in bed watching whatever and sleeping (forgetting to eat is also a habit of mine when i do it ;-;)? thank u <33

OFC U CAN!!! i am also a chronic rotter. i know how it feels bb i got u!

bed rotting x shigaraki hcs

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the first time tomura saw you bed rot, he thought you were sick.

"are you okay?? are you getting up?"

when you explained you just...couldn't...he nodded and crawled into bed next to you.

he and you both understand it's not the healthiest, but he's no stranger to a bad habit or two.

so when he learns that some days are just gonna be harder than others, he prepares like a mf

we're talking doomsday prepping.

he and a few other league members will go out and steal a bunch of shit: snacks, water bottles, etc

charges all the electronics and makes sure there are chargers nearby

gets nice clean pjs to lay in for you

regardless of whether its related to a chronic illness, mental shit, or not, he makes sure he learns what you need, if anything during that time.

because thats what he would want for himself :( thats what he needed. he understands it

helps you brush your hair out (he kinda sucks at it but hes doing his best okay)

sleeps next to you when you're sleeping, because gods know he needs it too

especially likes to watch shitty animated movies with you when you guts are awake

will send you memes/posts instead of showing them to you even though you're right. there.

you guys dont have to say anything to each other for hours on end, and you're still content just being there together.

plays dumb games on his phone

shows you him bullying villagers off his animal crossing island to get you to laugh

"i fucking hate barold hes so fucking ugly GET OFF MY FUCKING ISLAND YOU PLEB" (sorry barold lovers shiggy is NAWT a fan)

if you forget to eat, he will also forget, until you hear his stomach rumble and you both go "oh fuck"

adhd mode as fuck

gotta keep the big lights off for this

if you're the only one in that headspace, he'll do his best to just be there for you and make sure you take care of yourself

even if that means dragging you by a foot to brush your teeth or at least have a quick rinse in the shower

cause he knows if you dont, you'll feel bad for not

but he's very gentle and understanding always, because hes been there

and he will continue to be there regardless

all he cares about is that you're at least safe and healthy with him

cuddles and kisses you incessantly

just loves being next to you always, this just gives him an excuse to be clingy

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okay this was really cute, also helped me channel some of my own personal guilt ab bed rotting ;-;

thank u for the request <3

shit like this gives me the motivation to not only keep writing, but to be kinder to myself, because thats what shig would want. i hope this has the same effect for you guys.

love u all, take care of urself <3

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Hi, I really enjoyed the way you write about Rose, so I was wondering if you could write a one shot about Rose The Hat/fem!reader where the reader is a member of the True Knot and can predict the future. As per the story of the book, part of the True Knot left Rose because they were afraid of Abra and the reader went away with them, however she saw a vision of Rose's death and came back just in time to save her :) sorry if my request is not clear, because I write with the help of a translator :)

[Hello lovelies! Super cute ideas! :) I definitely had fun with this one. I hope you don’t mind that I combined both of your asks to write this, I figured they were similar enough to do so.]

Doomsday

Rose the Hat x Fem! True Knot Reader

Summary: The tension between Rose the Hat and Reader leading up to the accident of the Overlook is both productive, and almost damning. Between the love triangle provoked by Rose’s dual pursuit of both Crow Daddy and R, Reader’s visions that produce a future Rose is too stubborn to acknowledge, and the fracturing of the True Knot following the failed capture of Abra, the world comes crashing down both metaphorically and literally as Rose is pulled back from the brink of death by Reader.

Warnings: Alludes to violence, description of gunshot wounds, dying via car crash, implied murder, more death. A metaphysical slap?Hurt/Comfort, hella angsty. Allusions to sex, but you don't get any. (Womp womp).

A/N: This is a re-imagining of the events of Doctor Sleep, what I would consider a healthy split between the book and the movie. It may be tempting to romanticize Rose as the victim here, (she’s evil and really, really, really deserves it), just don’t. The adapted 'Lodsam Hanti, Sabbatha Hanti' chant was translated with the help of this Reddit thread.

Word Count: 5.6k

Waking up in Snakebite Andi’s and Silent Sarey’s trailer felt… Wrong. Mostly because you’d been sleeping in Rose’s trailer for six months. Rose had been on the hunt for ‘the whale’ ever since she felt Abra looking in on her at the supermarket. She’d enlisted you to help. Sure, you could predict when it would rain, accidents, hell you’d predicted the 2017 Eagle Creek fire. The steam from that accident had been weak. Very few deaths. Not a proper ‘Big One’, as Rose called it, but there was something odd Rose had noticed. After taking a particularly good meal, as you’d had once or twice given how new you were to the Knot, you’d get these visions. Real proper visions. Rose had hunches, mostly. They were pretty accurate for hunches, but you, you got images. One trip into a casino, and the True Knot had walked out four hundred thousand richer, not like they needed the money. No, the Knot never needed anything, except steam.

“You gonna go back to the watchtower with Rose?” Andi yawned, in a bra and underwear.

As welcoming as Andi and Sarey were, they weren’t quiet hosts. Noise canceling headphones made little difference. You’d spent your night in interrupted sleep cycles, covering your head with a pillow as Sarey and Andi fucked like rabbits. 

“I don’t think Rose wants me there today.” you answered.

“How come?” Andi asked.

Silent Sarey came up behind Andi, pressing her face into her lover’s neck. The two of them were adorable, the token queer couple in the troop of mostly straight men and women that made up the Knot. The twins were the next closest thing to queer. They didn’t really have gender identities, and they weren’t their own people. They kind of existed as facets of each other. Neither one had a gender or identity separate from the other, you supposed that might’ve made them nonbinary. The twins didn’t do labels aside from being ‘the twins’.  That was their thing. 

“Well…” you stammered, shaking your head to rid yourself of the extensive internal monologue, “She just doesn’t need me. You guys are going up to Frasier to get Abra today, and there’s nothing for me to do except stay with Rose. 

Sarey gave a nod. She struggled to communicate with most people in the Knot, except Andi. She’d whisper away in the lisped speech pattern she had, snuggling closer to her younger lover. But the nod was nice. It was her way of saying, ‘I’m listening’.

“Alright, well, I should be getting ready, we’re heading out early.” Andi smiled.

You nodded, pulling on your shoes and exiting your trailer. You didn’t need to be a witness to the farewell sex the couple would inevitably have. Besides, the morning was too fresh to spend in a stuffy trailer.

“Hiya Dreamie.” Barry the Chunk hooted.

Dreamie. That was your name. It’s what everyone called you, and you didn’t mind it. Better than ‘loonie’ or ‘make-believer’. There were worse words, but it was early. No sense in ruminating on the bad.

“Hi Barry.” you smiled back.

The camp was waking up. And you needed some time away from the masses. There was a tingling in the back of your head, an incessant itch. It was the telltale sign of a vision, and a big one. You debated going up to the watchtower. Rose would get the cue, but you and Rose weren’t exactly on good terms right now. Crow wasn’t on good terms with you.

“Dreamie. Rose wants you.” Crow said, scruffy voice jarring you from your thoughts.

“Speak of the devil.” you mumbled to yourself. “Got it, thanks Crow.”

“It’s Crow Daddy to you, Dreamie.” he gave a smile, too white teeth throwing off the otherwise cleverly hidden sneer.

“Got it.” you gave a curt nod.

Then it was back into the lion’s den. You gave a knock on her trailer door before you came in. A noncommittal hum was the permission granted. One step into the trailer and it was clear Rose and Crow had been fucking. The trailer reeked. 

“It’s nice outside, you should open a window.” 

Rose stretched her arms, in a set of mens pajama pants and a sheer bra. Always with the bras, was she allergic to shirts or something?

“Got any dreams, Dreamie?” Rose smirked, not unkindly.

Like it or not, Rose was always in a good mood after a night of fucking. Always. 

“I have an aura, actually.” you sighed.

“Of course you do.” Rose smirked. “I can feel it, the second you walked in. You get this smell to you.”

She stretched again, rotating and twisting her back until her entire spine cracked. It was a bit eerie, watching how far she could bend.

“Someone’s thoughts are loud this morning.” Rose teased.

You shrugged. She was unusually receptive this morning. Or just allergic to minding her own business. You said that one in your head a bit louder.

“Childish, really.” Rose rolled her eyes, stepping out of her bed and coming forward.

You shrugged, giving her an innocent look. Rose raised an eyebrow, and then she pounced. All six feet of her moved with the agility of a cat, snatching you for a deep hug.

“Hmm… You really do have that aura coming on… You always smell like sandalwood. It’s really strong.” Rose hummed.

“And you stink of sex.”

Rose gave a sharp laugh, pressing you tighter against her.

“You don’t like it? It’s my signature perfume.” Rose joked.

The thought was gag worthy. Mostly because the stench of sex was ninety percent Crow’s BO. God that man stunk sometimes.

“I’ll take a shower if you make me some coffee, hmm?” Rose smirked. 

“Deal.”

Rose smiled, turning and walking towards the shower cubicle in her trailer. She was connected to a water pump currently, she could enjoy a long, extensive shower at the cost of virtually nothing. This campsite was Knot property, after all. With her behind the closed door, you had an opportunity to fumigate the room with fresh air. Every single window in the trailer was open. You stripped her bed, mostly because a night with Crow out meant a night with you in. And sleeping in sheets someone had fucked in? Not ideal, to say the least.

“Honeybunch, I forgot a towel, do you mind?” Rose called.

You paused what you were doing, going to grab her a towel. You made it about halfway to the door before the aura in your head got deafeningly loud. It was always awful, getting a particularly intense vision. First your ears would ring, really fucking loud. And then you’d get nauseous. All the saliva would dry up on your tongue, your hands would shake, and the world would go fuzzy. If you could compare it to something, you’d compare it to how a diabetic felt when their blood sugar dropped. This wasn’t a crisis of the body, though the body exhibited symptoms, it was a crisis of the psyche.

“Honeybunch? Hey, Dreamie, hello?”

You couldn’t focus on Rose. You were hunched in her kitchen, head in between your knees, breathing in and out really slow.

“Dreamie? Helloooo?”

The water turned off. Rose opened the bathroom door sticking her head out. She looked up, at where your eye level would be, and then right back down. Rose swore softly, grabbing a robe hanging outside of the bathroom door, pulling it on.

“It’s a bad one, huh?”

You nodded, it was all the response you could give.

“Well let me know when the symptoms…”

Her voice dulled. High pitched ringing, deafening. Your vision swam and all you could do was focus on your breath before images slammed into your skull.

Gunshots. That was what you heard. A forest clearing with railroad tracks. Teeny town? Yes. Teeny Town. Your hands were shaking, a gun in them. A gunshot through your head took you out. Immediately your perspective shifted, slamming into another person only to be killed milliseconds later. In between the pain of shifting perspectives and violently intense sensations of being shot over and over, there were shapes. People contorting, half-translucent, bodies disappearing into clouds of smoke. All of this was awful, but what was worse was the scene change.

Darkness, a calm drive on a quiet road, music playing over the quiet buzz of radio static.

 The switch was so quick it gave you metaphysical whiplash, almost like your brain was rattling in its skull. A child’s voice with a man’s tamber. That’s what you would describe it as. Looking into the rearview, you made out the shape of a small girl with dark curls and deeply old-looking eyes. Too old for a child, like they were borrowed from a man’s broken stare. Your eyes were dark. A bearded face. Crow. It shook you to see through his eyes. The perspective of the world matched, almost like you were Crow. You couldn’t make out what the girl was saying, but you could make out the threat in them. That was before the car swerved, steering wheel slipping in your hands. This death, was drawn out. You could feel every bone in your neck and upper spine shatter as your head went right through the windshield. The realization that you were going to die, the horrible sense of anguish. And then you cycled. Once, twice, dust. 

“.... okay….. How long… Seizures.. Gone…”

So many voices spoke. Your head ached, so did your body. It felt like someone had shoved you into a dryer on the highest tumble setting, you were so sore.

“...There she is! Dreamie, wake up.”

Colors blurred together, someone shoved something into your lips. A straw. You sipped, juice hitting your tongue, bleeding into the metallic taste there. It stung; somewhere on your tongue there was a cut.

“Jesus, Dreamie, you scared the living shit out of us.” Barry said.

Your body lurched. An image flashed, what you thought would be another lurch from a shotgun was entirely different. Barry burning up with fever. Red welts all over him, like that childhood illness your Mom had vaccinated you for. Pox?

“Hey, hey, easy.” someone whispered.

Rose looked down at you, her face contorted into an expression that would surely accelerate the aging of her smile lines.

“She’s never had one this bad… She was seizing for five minutes before she stopped. Then the last one you saw for yourself.” Rose told Walnut, the doctor of the Knot.

He nodded, taking off the blood pressure cuff and stethoscope he’d been using.

“Well, she’s stable now, it should be okay for the group to leave, we’re already delayed by-”

“NO!”

Rose jolted, gaze snapping downwards. She gave you a confused, angry look.

“What do you mean no? Jesus, send them off already. I can handle little Ms. Visions here.”

Your mouth was so dry, tongue bleeding and swollen. Grabbing for her wrist, you tried to get Rose to understand, to listen, at the very least.

“Shh, tell me in a minute.” Rose replied.

You squeezed more insistently. Rose pursed her lips, looking down at you with a warning look. You stayed silent. Even if the Knot left without you being able to warn Rose, she could always call them back. You stayed with Apron Annie while Rose dressed, slapping her topper on her head before slipping out of her trailer door.

“You sure gave her a scare, you know?” Annie smiled sweetly. 

“I… I saw something bad.”

“I figured. You tell Rose first though. I wouldn’t know what to do with your visions.” Annie shook her head.

You curled into the older woman’s grasp. She’d been a runaway slave before the Knot. Crafty, quick, an avid reader. Nobody read more than Annie, simply because no one refused to be fooled like Annie. 

“And your hair is a rat’s nest, lord have mercy.” Annie sighed.

She got up, getting some of your hair tools before setting down to the task of combing out and braiding your hair. It was comforting, the massaging of rosemary oil into your scalp relieved some of the ache in your head.

“Walnut said to keep drinking that juice. Your blood sugar dropped during the seizure. You’d best listen.”

You nodded weakly, sipping the juice without complaint. Annie’s accent was creeping back in, it always did when she was being stern with somebody. 

“You jus’ rest here awhile.”

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It was safe to say Rose didn’t believe you. You’d sat down with her and explained the vision front to back, the men who’d done the shooting and Crow’s death via car crash.

“Rose, I know what I saw-”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Rose snapped. “We need this Abra girl, and the bitch child isn’t going to kill the team.”

Denial. Always with the fucking denial.

“Rose, please.” you tried to coax her.

“No, don’t ‘Rose’ me. Your blood sugar dropped, you had a seizure, and…”

Even Rose was having a hard time believing her own lie. She didn’t want to be wrong. Abra could fix all of the True Knot’s problems. Steam on demand? God, what a novelty. After Grandpa Flick had died, Rose had gone frantic. They’d lost three True in twenty years. Three. That was like losing three family members in two weeks and Crow was getting old. Last night had been an anomaly for them. A whole night of love making three weeks after they’d taken steam? God, that never happened. Rose was still aching from it, still sore from the intensity of it. How often could that be if they were taking steam every three months? Could Abra withstand every two? Every two months for ten, twenty years? They’d consistently age backwards. A secluded ranch, a house? Somewhere permanent? Rose needed that more than she cared to admit.

“Please call them back.” you pleaded.

Rose shook her head immediately. 

“No. No, no, NO!” Rose snarled. ‘They’ll snatch the girl in Frazier, kill the family if necessary. It’ll take three hours tops. I can’t lose this chance just because you had a bad dream.” she snapped.

She watched your mouth bob. There was real fear in your eyes, real anger. It reminded her of a child fighting a tantrum. God, you really were young. Seven years in the Knot, snatched at seventeen, eighteen? A baby. You were a total baby to her, and so fragile. You were young enough and new enough to your gifts that Rose could take a chance on your dreams being wrong. It was plausible that your gifts had far more variability than just visions of the future. She wasn’t going to waste the best catch of her life because someone had anxiety.

“When they all die, it’s your fault.” you mumbled, getting off the floor of her trailer and practically running out of the door.

“Come off your soap box, Dreamie!” Rose growled.

You were gone. But someone else was waiting at her doorstep.

“Rose, Walnut called. The sickness that took Flick? Barry has it.” Annie anxiously whispered.

Rose’s breath caught in her chest. The sickness? Flick had died of old age, exasperated by heart conditions, not a sickness. But that was a lie too. For a week now, members of the Knot had been waking up with red spots on their bodies. Walnut had brushed it off as a skin condition from the bad showers, but privately he had told Rose a different story. The Knot was sick, they needed steam. Steam from a young, healthy, vaccinated child like Abra. Chicken pox was his diagnosis. And the True Knot weren’t healthy enough to withstand it.

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A night later, Walnut called. Barry was getting worse. He was starting to cycle. The group was scared and facing the possible passing of one of their own. There’d be no time to delay, they needed to work fast, leading Crow to split up and take a more direct approach to the girl’s residence. For the first time since the invention of the interstate, Rose told her people to speed.

“Rose, Dreamie is asking for you.” Annie interrupted her thoughts.

Rose turned, smiling up at her longtime friend. The smile fell off of her face, landing on the floor like a glass dish. Her stomach lurched. Annie had a spot on her neck, a big one too. Giving a tighter, less genuine smile, Rose slipped out of her trailer. Dreamie was curled up in a camp chair. She looked cozy, in blankets. Rose’s mind was elsewhere, she had every reason to prepare for a fight.

“If you’re here to tell me-”

“I’m not.” you cut her off, looking up at her gently.

Rose let out a breath and then nodded. She motioned you up, sat in the chair and opened her arms. You were a comforting weight in her grasp, and you smelled faintly of sandalwood. You’d have another vision soon, not that Rose cared. What was more pressing was the weight of your body on hers leaving her feeling soft, a bit vulnerable.

“Spend the night with me.” Rose whispered. “No strings attached.”

Rose needed it. She needed the intimacy of a night with someone young, inexperienced.

“What about Crow?” you whispered back, face twisted into an anxious look.

Rose sniffed, letting out an annoyed breath. She’d had enough of your anxiety for three decades. But they were so close to getting it all, and Rose wanted it all. 

“Crow isn’t going to find out. One night, one.” she whispered, eyes glimmering with an unfamiliar softness.

God, what you wouldn’t give for one night. The teasing, the pet names, the sleep overs… And it wouldn’t be rough, judging from the look in her eyes.

“Okay.” you breathed out.

Rose smiled, kissing your temple. You both stood, her hand in yours, bare feet padding across the dirt of the campground. Her trailer smelled of incense which meant she’d been meditating extensively, probably astral projecting to ensure the troop headed to Abra was okay. There were a few candles lit, adding to the ambience.

“Come here.” Rose whispered, shutting her camper door. 

Her arms found your waist, her mouth on your neck. She was so damn tall, and soft. Soft everywhere now that she was aging. You liked her soft, it was comforting.

“Lay down on the bed for me.” Rose whispered.

You complied, walking backwards, meeting her blue eyes. Your thighs hit the bed, and you scooted, backward, laying flat over her comforter. Her mouth was on yours, lips soft, tempting, and tongue flicking out to taste you throughout the kiss. After every kiss she’d give a soft hum, her fingers lazily slipping under your shirt to caress the skin underneath. Her fingers were soft, and she gave a sly grin, shifting her hips to straddle you further. Your arms tangled in her hair, enough to tempt her into removing the topper. She did, leaning further into the kiss. You would’ve thought someone like Rose wouldn’t like soft, wouldn’t find the moments of drawn out foreplay and intimacy worthwhile. You were wrong, so so wrong. Her mouth on your neck, her hands grasping you tight, bodies tangled like pretzels. This was right, this was the moment.

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An early morning call awoke Rose. It was from Walnut. She was on the phone for thirty seconds, and then her hands were wrapped around your waist. “Wake up, wake up!” Rose said, distressed. “Wha..”

Her hands were everywhere, lifting you up, throwing open the curtains to illuminate your body. She ran her hands over every inch, skimming every mark, every mole, every soft stretch mark. Rose didn’t relax until she was sure you didn’t have a single mark. 

“Oh, thank god.” Rose almost wept with relief, clutching you tight.

“Rose, what’s happened?” you asked, now wide awake and worried.

“The Knot has chickenpox. It killed Barry.”

Your body tensed. You’d never told Rose about the vision you’d had of Barry. “Chickenpox? Chickenpox can’t kill-”

“It doesn’t kill rubes. We aren’t rubes, Dreamie.” Rose growled out. “And if we don’t find a cure it’ll kill all of us.”

All of us? 

“Rose, I was vaccinated as a kid.”

Her expression tensed, and then relaxed. But then she frowned, a furious expression on her face.

“That’s because you’re young. Spoiled by modern medicine.” she spit.

You reached up, cupping her face. Rose was lashing out because she was scared, and upset. One of the Knot had died. Her family had died. You leaned forward, kissing her forehead. Rose didn’t cry, but she reached forward, cradling you tight.

“Thank god you’re vaccinated.” she whimpered.

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The Knot didn’t take Barry’s death well. There was a bit of hysteria, hysteria Rose struggled to calm. She leaned on you more and more, spending her nights tangled up with you in her sheets, an escape from her stress, from the hunger that was starting to claw at everyone’s throats. She had gray hairs again. Her crow’s feet were pronounced, skin starting to go scaly from sun damage. You didn’t love her any less, taking time to appreciate every bit of her changing body in between the bursts of passion. You aged too, turning from 17 to 21, almost 22. It wasn’t much of a difference, you were already quite young for a Knot member. But the hunger was awful.

“My joints ache, I’m going to take a shower.” Rose sighed, rolling out of bed.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your sleepy face. You smiled, watching her pull on sweats and a shirt before grabbing some things. She meant the camp showers. They had a bit more space than her RV stall, you couldn’t blame her. The heat was more consistent too. You went back into a blissful sleep. It was broken fifteen minutes later when you heard a scream.

Half dressed in a pair of panties and an oversized shirt, you were running out of Rose’s trailer, bolting through the campsite in the direction of the scream. It was Rose, crumpled in Annie’s arms in front of the shower, sobbing in confusion and anger. Her towel was sagging.

“Rose, Rose.” you whispered, kneeling down and helping to cover her.

Her hands landed on your shoulders. An image burning forward. Gunshots, cycling, a smoke filled campsite.

“They’re dead. Everyone is fucking dead.” she sobbed.

You’d made it to the steps of her trailer before she collapsed against the steps, wailing like the dying.

“Crow!”

An image flashed through your mind, fear and pain as the vertebrae of your neck compressed, body flying through the windshield. Everyone had died, just as you’d predicted. Rose hadn’t listened.

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“That the last of it?” Annie asked, out of breath.

“Yeah, just two boxes.”

You were busy packing your things into Annie’s and Diesel Doug’s truck. In the days following the death of eight of the most prominent True Knot members, chaos had erupted. People packing their bags, convinced death was on their doorstep. The chickenpox was taking someone every other day now. Everyone was running, everyone was fleeing. You were leaving for a different reason, more personal. Rose had lashed out at you, blaming the entire loss of the crew on you. Rose insisted that if she had known that the visions were serious she would’ve called back the team. Your visions were serious, she just hadn’t listened. More fighting, more name calling, more discord. 

“I’m sorry Rose treated you that way.” Doug sighed, shifting the car in gear. “We’re all grieving, but treating you that way was a shitty thing to do.”

You nodded once, sneaking a glance in the rearview. Rose stood in front of her trailer, arms crossed, top hat balanced on her head. You could feel her thousand yard stare from here.

“You’re gonna die out there, Dreamie.” you heard a voice crawl through your ear, invasive and almost wet feeling.

“Well at least I won’t die alone.”

A phantom sensation cracked through the bones of your face, like you’d been slapped. You let out a choked cough, catching Annie’s attention. 

“I’m fine, choked on my own spit.” you mumbled.

“Bitch.”

You didn’t get a response. You figured she was saving the last laugh for later.

The drive into the Montana mountains was rough. Snow was starting to fall.

“You had to take the Denver route?” Annie groaned. 

“Who the fuck goes through the rockies at this time of year? It would take days!” Doug growled.

They were both irritable, both covered in red spots. You were in denial this time. If they died you really would be alone. Maybe that was Rose’s last laugh. The three of you settled into the hotel, Doug and Annie in a king bed, you in a twin pullout. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and you sure as hell couldn’t sleep. An overcoat on, boots crunching through the gravel, you set out to explore the area around the hotel. 

You felt a bit dizzy, probably from the altitude. Sitting on a boulder for a bit didn’t help, deep breaths of cool mountain air just made you feel sicker. Your ears began to ring, and that’s when it all added up. You were ready to brace yourself when-

“My, my. What a temper you have.”

You were speaking through Rose, a man’s flushed, pained face underneath her as Rose batted away his arms like he was nothing but an overgrown toddler.

“So much fire. Such a waste.”

You could feel Rose’s anger, her hatred for this man. You recognized him, he’d shot a few of the True Knot at the Teeny Town campsite. And his stare was so familiar.

“Or maybe not.”

It was horrific, this vision. You could feel everything Rose was doing, her sighs of delight as she ate the man’s steam, her thumb in his thigh. Rose was cruel, but this cruelty made your stomach churn in knots. 

“Oh, you’re not alone in there.” Rose breathlessly gasped. “What are you hiding? What’s in those?! Something special, huh?!”

That disgusting, inescapable feeling of dread clawed through you. It was impossible to speak in visions, but you wanted to. You wanted to scream. You could see the boxes as she saw them, alive and vibrating. They were full of darkness, and in Rose’s haste she wasn’t inspecting the aura, she was ravenous for food, for blood.

“They’re not special. They’re starving.”

The vision was a blur from there. Horror, fear, pain as Rose was eaten alive. You awoke on the ground of the hotel reception room, gasping for air and shaking.

“She has these seizures, poor dear.” Annie was tiredly explaining to the frightened hotel receptionist.

You didn’t let them give you juice. You didn’t let them feed you. There wasn’t time.

“I need the car.” you gasped to Diesel Doug. “Stay here.”

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The drive up into the mountains of Colorado was awful. You’d been taught to drive in the snow three years earlier by Jimmy Numbers, but this was something else. You’d loaded up Diesel’s trusty all wheel drive truck up with gas at the final station, filling up both tanks with diesel. You were driving up the mountains at night, hands glued to the wheel. Rose would be proud of you, pinpointing the location of the vision through memory alone. But this wasn’t about being proud.

The lights of the Overlook were on. You didn’t have time. Rose’s trailer was parked outside, you didn’t have time! You turned off the car, leaving the keys in the ignition, doors unlocked. It was so cold up here, one of the doors was frozen shut. You didn’t have time to break through the door, so you made the next best decision, breaking through a window with an axe. It was boarded up but the wood had rotted, giving you enough bend to punch through the wood with the butt of the axe. There were voices, not from people. The same darkness of the man’s boxes lingered here, and the whispers added more adrenaline to your movements. The hallways were mazes. It felt like this stupid hotel was trying to confuse you, to trap you here. It wanted blood, it knew you were hindering its meal.

“... I seem to have nicked your femoral artery. Gonna bleed to death, huh?”

You knew that voice. Well. A kid darted by you. Jet black hair, dark skin. Abra.

“You’re…” she stammered, backing away.

“I’m not here for you. Go.” you snapped at the little girl.

You turned, following the direction she’d come from. A large hall came into view, stairs descending downwards. Rose was crouched over the man, voice echoing. You attempted to step down the stairs, but there was some kind of force keeping you there, confusing you. Why did you even want to go down there in the first place? No, you were here for the little girl, weren’t you? Because you’re hungry. The woman at the bottom of the stairs is hungry too. You can’t let her catch the girl before you do, you’ll go hungry.

There was something you were forgetting. You looked down at the woman below you, confused. She was gasping in pleasure, feasting. You were so hungry too. You saw where the little girl had gone too. You knew where she was. No. No, the woman was important. You could feel it, an unmistakable, annoying little scratch in your brain. You were close to remembering something, almost like you were trying to remember a dream.

Dream! No. No. Dreaming? Day dreaming? Dream… Dreammmmmm……. 

Dreamie. Rose, the vision, the hotel. The tricks of the hallways, the bad aura. It all connected in your brain.

“.... Not special. They’re starvi-”

“NO!”

In your haste to get to Rose, you have walked, half slid down the stairs. There were about ten figures between you and Rose. All reaching all starving, all grabbing, all-

“The girl is in the maze.” you gasped. “She has more steam than all of us combined.”

The figures jerked, each turning to look at you with a peculiar, inhuman hunger. If the Knot were vampires, these were phantoms. Demons of the night, more deadly, more encompassing. The kind of dead that don’t stay dead.

“The maze. A girl named Abra.” I gasped.

They pushed forward at once, nearly stampeding you in their haste to eat. The man was heaving, reaching for the ax. You kicked him in the ribs, hard. Rose lay on the ground, crumpling in on herself, red dots crawling up her arms in accelerated fashion. The dead had taken much of her steam.

“Rose, Rosie.” you gasped, reaching for her.

She looked skeletal. It was the kind of skeletal that a True Knot took on before they started cycling.

“Steam.” she  weakly pointed to the man.

And you both were starving.

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Rose sat in a camp chair outside, feet propped up. She was soft looking, back to the usual look she got in between feedings.

“Mmm…” she hummed, twitching slightly.

“Crook in your neck?” you asked.

“More like an itch.”

She looked up, holding her arms out. 

“Let me see my beautiful girl, hmm?”

You smiled, curling in her lap. Tilting her head back, she exposed her jaw. You took the bait, nibbling softly as she sighed in contentment.

“I’m itching to open a canister.” Rose smirked. “Get nice and full, spend the night in the sand…”

She was getting old again. And the spots were coming back.

“Rose, can we try the siphoning method?”

She rolled her eyes.

“The pox spots only show up when I haven’t eaten. They go away once I’m full.”

You leaned in, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“It can’t hurt to try.”

Rose sighed, and then nodded. You both arose, walking into her trailer. She took out one of the canisters. You’d filled it with the spirit of the Overlook twins after they’d fed from Abra. It was easy enough, coaxing out the spirits. They’d gorged themselves on the little girl, ripped her to shreds, practically. Open up a canister that had a tiny bit of steam, and they’d pounce, only to be sucked inside with the vapors of steam. That’s all these spirits were, after all. Steam with a bit of bite. They tasted good, too.

“Alright, do you want to do the ritual?” Rose asked.

“You’re Irish is better than mine.” you smiled softly.

She nodded, holding your hands in hers.

“Meabhair, suaite, gortú” We are the chosen ones.

“Wounder rúnda, gortú” We are the fortunate ones

“I ngach slí gortaithe” We are the True Knot and we endure. What is tied can never be untied.

You took deep breaths of the steam in, filling your lungs with the haunted essence of the twin girls. Once the entire can was bubbling in your body, you reached forward, breathing the steam that had now become your essence into Rose’s awaiting mouth. In theory, you were breathing your own essence down her throat. Your vaccinated essence.

Her lips found yours once you were done, her hands tangled in your hair as she kissed you hard. She tasted like the blackberry mojitos you’d made an hour ago, tongue rolling over yours.

“I love being alive with you.” Rose moaned, half pulling, half dragging you out of the trailer. She was young again, twenty seven, shimmering and panting with desire.

“Rose!” you giggled.

Her hands ran under your skirt, grabbing your thighs mischievously.

“It is broad daylight.” you snickered.

“And I don’t see anyone around, do you?”

She took an inhale of your hair, catching a whiff of an aura hanging over your head.

“Dreamie, no seizures.” Rose playfully warned.

“Shh. It could be a Big One.” you winked.

It was a new year’s celebration, anyway. A new year, a new decade. Twenty-twenty. Something about those numbers screamed food, or more so, misery. But for the True Knot, misery was food, death and destruction was food.

Tag List: @bjoerkumlaut, @lovelyy-moonlight, @coffee-is-my-oxygen, @appparadox407, @ilovehotactresses, @marvelwomenrule

[derangedanomaly]

If you’re still taking requests, how about a Gomez Adams s/o? Very attentive and caring malewife who finds the horrific and grotesque fun and beautiful :)

Since you didn't specify which group/characters you want, I chose The Doomsday Trio!! Enjoy!

Masterlist

The Doomsday Trio x Male wife s/o

REAPER:

Finds you really sweet!

Truly thinks that he doesn't deserve you. You're just so caring and nice!

May or may not leave you little notes at the start of the day, because he's "at work" in the morning, and isn't there with you :(

Tries to pry you off of doing some chores, he doesn't want you to overwork yourself!

Gives you lil gifts that he thinks you'll like. Like Horror movies, even your own file of crimes he stole borrowed!

It makes him feel nice to know you're not weirded out or anything, by his position. (After all, you find the horrific grotesque fun ;)

Blushes a ton when you compliment him, and call him beautiful.

PLEASE GIVE HIM MORE COMPLIMENTS! HE LOVES EM

ERROR:

You two are one interesting duo...

You're like Error's right hand, more so than a lover lmao

It's not like Error doesn't love you or anything, he just doesn't know how to show his attraction towards you.

Your relationship would probably be his first serious relationship!

Adores how attentive and caring you are, if he didn't have his Haphephobia, he'd cuddle you to death 💀 (my dream fr)

He also can't really get used to you being so caring and attentive.

You're probably getting lots of mixed signals. In one moment, he loves your attentiveness and how caring you are, and the next moment, he'd just run away from your affection.

Finds your love for horrific grotesque interesting. He'd probably find a liking to it too, and then you'd have the same interest!

INK:

Ink's really silly, so he'd giggle a lot, whenever you do something that a "male wife" would do.

You're gonna have to scold Ink for bringing puddles of ink across the floor.

HE'D SO MAKE YOUR CHORES HARDER FOR YOU, JUST BY EXISTING!!!

He's a closeted (not really) asshole. 🙄

Gets a little weirded out by your interest..

Yeah... you're gonna have to explain it to him in more detail.

It's a challenge for you to just do your everyday chores, whenever he's near, so props to you for not snapping. 💀🙏🏻

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Based on the following info, what is the plot of your generic action movie?

For your background, if your first name starts with…

A - you’re an ex-CIA spy

B - you’re an ex-SAS operative

C - you’re an ex-hitman/hitwoman

D - you’re an ex-Green Beret

E - you’re an ex-ROK Special Forces operative

F - you’re an ex-DEA agent

G - you’re an ex-MI6 spy

H - you’re an ex-FBI agent

I - you’re an ex-US Army Ranger

J - you’re an ex-GAFE commando

K - you’re an ex U.S. Coast Guard officer

L - you’re an ex-U.S. Air Force pilot

M - you’re an ex-Secret Service agent

N - you’re a mercenary who is unaffiliated with any nation

O - you’re an ex-NYPD officer / NYPD SWAT

P - you’re an ex-LAPD officer / LAPD SWAT

Q - you’re an ex-ATF agent

R - you’re an ex-U.S. Marine

S - you’re an ex-Delta Force operative

T - you’re an ex-Navy SEAL

U - you’re an ex-MARCOS operative/commando

V - you’re a biker gang member

W - you’re a death row inmate in for some type of heinous crime

X - you’re a survivalist living in the woods

Y - you’re an ex-Joint Task Force 2 operative

Z - you’re an ex-bomb disposal unit operative (EOD)

For your tragic backstory, if your last name starts with…

A - lost your wife/husband

B - lost your son

C - lost your daughter

D - lost your brother

E - lost your sister

F - lost your mother

G - lost your father

H - lost your best friend

I - lost your fiancé/fiancee

J - lost your favorite uncle

K - lost your favorite auntie

L - lost your entire team

M - lost your mentor

N - failed to save a civilian in your last mission

O - lost your protégée

P - lost your partner (non-romantic, work relationship only)

Q - just got out of prison after being falsely accused of a crime

R - dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders

S - betrayed and left for dead by your inner circle

T - lost your ENTIRE family

U - shot and went into a coma that lasted several years

V - quit your profession because of the rampant corruption you were witnessing

W - divorced from your lover

X - shot an innocent, although you had reliable information that they were a bad person

Y - spiritual reawakening that made you leave your life of violence and death

Z - developed PTSD after single-handedly saving your team from a dangerous situation

For your movie’s antagonists, if your birth month is…

January - the cartel

February - foreign terrorists

March - domestic terrorists

April - corrupt government forces trying to eliminate loose ends

May - a hostile country that hates your country

June - an elite team of thieves/bank robbers

July - a doomsday cult

August - a powerful corporation

September - the mafia

October - far-right militia / white supremacist gang

November - a private military company

December - a gang led by your nemesis from the past

[doomrichards]

Joseph Culp as Dr. Doom in The Fantastic Four

I've been seeing mentions of Doom getting white-washed for the fourth time: Fantastic Four (1994) - Joseph Culp, Fantastic Four (2005-2007) - Julian McMahon, Fantastic Four (2015) - Toby Kebbell, and the upcoming Avengers: Doomsday (2026), Avengers: Secret Wars (2027) - Robert Downey Jr. I wanted to share Mr. Culp's interview on his performance Dr. Doom in the Fantastic Four movie, whose budget was 2 million dollars. He realized the responsibility he had as the first time any actor was going to play Dr. Doom on screen, and gave the comic books their due, investing in Victor's backstory not mentioned in the script, including his Romani background and the loss of his mother, Cynthia von Doom. That background ties directly into the persecution which Victor and his family faced in his country driving his need for power and control and to fulfill his destiny as ruler. It makes him DR. DOOM. Three decades later and the Marvel Cinematic Universe with its 80 million dollar salary to a stunt casting that white-washes and subsumes Dr. Doom's character with Iron Man's actor and its associations is an insult. Joseph Culp put an operatic, Shakespearean take on Doctor Doom and carried him with the gravitas due, as well as knowing how important his relationship to Reed Richards is--that of a wounded lover.

Source: josephculp.com

Transcript under cut.

INTERVIEW WITH JOSEPH CULP FOR FANSITE VICTORVONDOOM.COM by Joshua Hicks (2008) First off your performance as both Victor and Doctor Doom felt very genuine. What type of preparation did you do for the film? After I was cast in the role, I started by going back through all the issues of Doom in the comic books and I realized just how important a task this was. This would be the first time any actor was going to play Dr. Doom on screen, so I got more excited and also realized what a responsibility I had to try to do something that would honor the glory and grandeur of the character. There were limitations of time and budget, and so much came down to what I could do without special effects. . I definitely wanted to capture his classical style, the villainous "panache", in his voice and physicality, but I also wanted to know what kind of inner life drove him. Doom is right up there with some of the classic archetypal villains who are filled with contradictions: The gifts of genius, the lust for control and power, but the desire to be loved. I invested a lot in Victor's backstory, even if it wasn't mentioned in the script. The loss of his g---- mother, the desire to contact her through mystic arts, the need to fulfill a destiny as the rightful ruler of his country. I wanted to show in the beginning scenes with Reed, that he had a softer side and even valued the friendship, which later his madness transformed to bitterness and feelings of betrayal. Not all these ideas are supported by the comic, but I felt they would give a fuller human picture. I wanted to try to bring out some of his pain and suffering even as he pursued power and the destruction of others. I also saw a wicked sense of humor in the comics, (as is befitting a tortured genius!), so I wanted to give him moments to tease, be sarcastic and enjoy his power, reveling in some moments of explosive mad laughter. But if you listen, the laughter is also full of rage and sorrow as well. In preparation, I remember spending some time in a ski-mask to see what feelings would emerge from living in a "mask" and armor. The sense of affliction, imprisonment, of not being truly seen, and also permission and power. Lots of improvisation, physical and vocal exercises and finding my own personal link to the extreme qualities of this character.

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Actor Joseph Culp puts a Shakespearean twist on the FF's arch nemesis, Doctor Doom. [Picture of Doom taking off the mask to reveal dark curls and a handsome face with a small scar by Jack Kirby]

This never-before-published drawing of Doctor Doom reveals that the vain villain wore a mask to hide just one tiny scar. Doom was for me an operatic dip into my own latent sadomasochistic tendencies," says the intense actor. And Joseph Culp means it. When pressed to talk a little about his personal life, he refers to himself as one of Doom's "impersonators." Culp, who grew up in California, had starring roles in Dream Lover and Monte Hellman's Iguana. However, his role of Doctor Doom is one that he takes very seriously. "As a kid, the FF was probably the only comic I really cared about." In this journalist's opinion, genre actors are not as appreciated as dramatic actors. In science fiction, fantasy and horror, the actors are expected to bring believability to unbelievable characters and impossible situations. There was no doubt in Culp's mind that he was up to the task. "I have some Shakespearean training. Doom is a very operatic character, a glorious tyrant king. This was a very challenging role because I was incarcerated in an iron suit most of the time, which was very grueling, frustrating and maddening." Does Culp have any interesting body scars himself? "I got a scar on the crook of my left leg from wearing the suit. It dug into me suppose my motivation could have been brought on by actual pain during the performance." Doctor Doom has never been unmasked in the comics. However, Jack Kirby's interpretation of the face behind the iron mask is that Victor Von Doom hides only one tiny facial scar because he is so vain. Culp offers his own insight. "Doom is a narcissist to the extreme. I believe he is completely scarred and mutilated. Being such a brilliant scientist, he could certainly reconstruct his face. But he chose to keep his scars as a living testament to his vengeance on the world and, specifically, Reed Richards.

"With Doom you really can't go too far. He's a raging ego and a wounded lover."' -Joseph Culp, the actor playing Doctor Doom [Picture of Victor von Doom during college in the Fantastic Four (1994) movie] Above: Joseph Culp plays Victor, Reed Richards's college buddy who falls victim to a terrible accident. Right: Culp as the operatic Doom. "Reed stands for everything Doom wishes he could have acceptance from the world, good looks, a sexy girlfriend. He's very envious of Reed and felt betrayed when their experiment went awry. He always wanted to be Reed's best friend, and when everything went wrong and he nearly died in the experiment, Reed went on to collect all the laurels that he might have had. So there's a lot of jealousy involved in his relationship. I think that deep down he actually loves Reed Richards. The person you love the most is the one you hate the most. Doom's inner sorrow and frustration-a kind of unbridled psychotic rage-propels him to do the things he does." Culp ends our conversation with a very serious diatribe on the depths of the demented Doctor. "Remember that Doom is all that we wish to be and all that we cannot face. From the depths of our fear he is the towering Freudian id. With Doom you really can't go too far. He's a raging ego and a wounded lover."

[distinguishablesong]

me!! intro!! huzzah!!!

hi guys. it is i, juni. here are key facts about me with my main interests.

i want to preface that i do ship darkships. this does not mean i support it in real life. i am exploring taboo/abusive/unhealthy (etc) relationships in fiction, and would never wish the things i read about/put characters through to happen to anyone irl. darkshippers r fine w me as long as u add tws/cws for your darkships and acknowledge it's not ok irl. (this is slash srs)

dream smp:

i am a c!dream apologist so kinda dni with the posts that i am actively cdream-apologising but also im not his apologist??? my stance on cdream is kind of mixed cuz like he's a fucked up little bitch but he's my fucked up little bitch.

im sort of? c!tommy neg/critical but also i love that kid because who doesnt. so im tommyfannotfan.

i like technoblade. philza. maybe a punz or two. endersmile, rivals-duo, staged-duo, doomsday-trio, and (healthy, brotherly, non abusive) disc-duo/primeboys my beloved.

c!dreamnoblade shipper, dni if ur going to hate me for liking it. thanks. also drunz awesamdream dreamnap that kinda stuff. i dont like dnf tho

not dsmp but dsmp creators related: i do not support dteam or wilbur soot

heathers (musical, going to watch the movie soon):

heather chandler apologist. i don't like veronica. at all. nor jason dean. sorry, guys.

polyheathers & chandlamara. dukesaw if i feel like it.

to add onto previous point - i am a very big chandlamara shipper. i love those two, man.

piggy (roblox):

willow defender and tio enthusiast. neutral-ish on the rest of the cast. favorite duo is probably willow and tigry after hidden ending where they talk it out like real bros

minitoon please i need the willow+tigry spinoff but i need them to be siblings and they find william and they live happily ever after.

camp camp (roosterteeth):

i LOVE max. maxanmxmamxmaxmmxam

masha (max and sasha) shipper.

i dont like gwenvid, not gonna lie

im also a nurf liker. gaylord, i love you.

doki doki literature club:

moniyuri shipper. also sayonika and monisuki or natsonika or whatever. big big big monika fan all ddlc content i consume must have monika centric topics

polydoki fan

monika apologist she has done no wrong. she does no evil

bandori:

LAYER lover. masurei my cuties. ras enthusiast. cannot read japanese yet still uses jpdori for the events. is yhat a bad thing

uhm neutral on other bands i guess sorry. joined in april 2024 so i am seven years behind on lore

OH YEAH I REALLY LIKE "THE LAST KIDS ON EARTH" BY MAX BRALLIER. I DONT LIKE THE NETFLIX SHOW THAT MUCH BUT IT'S COOLIO ANYWAYS. I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE TLKOE CHAT. i LOVE JACK. THE TEAM. i NEED A TEAM NAME FOR THEM.

i am really awkward. i inwardly cry at social interactions. im sorry but prolonged social times make me want to sob

i use they/them. calling me "girl", "bro", "dude", etc is fine. unless you actually want me to be a girl or dude or something not they/them. then no

ao3 is the same as my tumblr

[skinnyscottishbloke]

A and B for the fandom asks!

Heyaaaa thanks for these : )

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Well number 1 has to be my ineffables, Crowley/Aziraphale from Good Omens. I’ll read allllll the fic - the angsty post s02 pining/reunion fics, the post s01 long friendship realized fics, the south downs retirement fics, hell even the human au fics (although those are a bit more hit or miss for me). I just cannot get enough of them!!! They are the ultimate to me. The outpouring of fic and art and meta post s02 makes being in the fandom extra fun rn. Also I like both the ace and allo interpretations, if the writing is good.

My number 1 used to be Johnlock, specifically from BBC Sherlock. While we all know how that show fucked up, Johnlock fic still has a special place in my heart and I find myself revisiting favorites often. Similar to Good Omens, the post s02 Reichenbach fall hiatus art/fic/meta was a great great time and makes me smile to remember it.

Nick x Charlie from Heartstopper are adorable and sweet and are definitely my fluffy pairing. Alex and Henry from RWRB are like their older siblings in a way - I just love them too (more book versions for Alex and Henry, although the movie was lovely, I just feel like the book goes more in depth).

Also love Merthur (specificially from BBC Merlin). I don’t even really like the show??? but I looovveeee the fic world, especially when the whole ensemble makes an appearance. Modern AUs are really fun for me in this verse.

Gotta shoutout my OG ot3 Parker/Hardison/Elliot from Leverage. Their canon relationship was beautifully developed and I love when fic takes it to the next level. Lots of found family vibes, idiots to lovers, all the best tropes.

The first ship I ever read fic for was Rose x The Doctor (Nine or Ten) over on whofic.com. They’re still a huge ship for me (Doomsday still makes me cry fuck) so even tho I don’t seek out fic as much anymore I still reblog a lot of gifsets and stuff.

I was on the Stucky train HARD for the longest time, and I still go back and read fic, especially from the Winter Soldier or Endgame fix it era. Another Marvel ship I read a lot of was Matt/Foggy from the Netflix Daredevil. Avengers era ensemble fics (everyone living in Stark Tower) are also a favorite.

I went hard on Drarry for a while and I still go back to certain fics but I wouldn’t say it’s a current favorite per say.

Gonna save my last big favorite ship for the next question cause it fits really well.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

So!! My last big main ship is Bagginshield (Thorin/Bilbo from the Hobbit) and this is one that I didn’t really even get into until I read The Riven Crown by beautifulfiction. She was one of my fave Sherlock authors and so when I saw she had written Hobbit fic I was like welllllll normally I don’t read fic of written media (especially Tolkien cause I grew up reading Middle Earth); but it’s B soooo I’ll give it a try. And oh my fucking god I was HOOKED. And now Bagginshield is probably #3 in terms of how many fics I have bookmarked and how often I think about them lol. Richard Armitage knew what the fuck he was doing as Thorin in those movies. I also love the ensemble aspect with all the dwarves and I love fics (like the Riven Crown) where it gets into the bureaucracy of rebuilding a kingdom like Erebor and also rebuilding trust in the aftermath of Thorin’s gold lust.

There’s other pairings I love (Booth/Brennan from Bones, Kanthony from Bridgerton, all the Sense8 relationships, some Zutara) but I think these are the main ones for me.

Send me a letter from this list

[sloshed-cinema]

The Doom Generation (1995)

Sometimes a narrative takes the term ‘story arc’ very literally.  Amy and Jordan’s sudden and unexpected outlaw run is almost a perfect parabola, beginning in a nightclub called Hell and finishing in a uniquely American inferno.  Gregg Araki attaches a disclaimer to his film at the outset, calling it ‘A Heterosexual Film’, but anything other than a very literal interpretation of the movie indicates this is a lie.  Jordan and Amy have been together a long time as lovers—at least a few months—with Amy as headstrong and driven and Jordan just plain smitten, happy to be along for the ride.  His puppy love is challenged as Xavier (just ‘X’; that name is too long to pronounce) crashes their ride and inserts himself into their lives.  Crass and baudy at outset, he immediately gets on Amy’s bad side, though Jordan can’t help but defend him.  Initially, their dynamic could play off as a lazy “no homo” gag: hanging out at the motel, the pair of young men are arranged in a will-they-won’t-they-kiss setup which is interrupted by that most bro-y of bodily movements, the belch.  Jordan hastily retreats to mess around with his girlfriend in the tub while X looks on.  Heteronormative order restored.  Quickly enough, though, the dynamic is reversed with Jordan looking on in a mixture of jealousy and lust as he sees X being intimate with Amy.  X begins to open up the sexuality of their ménage à trois, creating an environment for Jordan to explore his sexuality: is he jealous of X, or of Amy?  Is she his lover or just the person who understands him the best?  Who does he want?  What does he want?  The culminating threesome in many contexts could be a hollow or even chauvinist gesture: these two men want to fuck, but they’re using this woman as a shield to protect their own preconceived sexuality and masculinity.  Yet there’s something about this moment, raunchy and yet intimate, which suggests the beginning of something new and honest.  Amy gets her pleasure, but promptly and preemptively exits, leaving a black void between the two men who are gently bathed in firelight.  Awkward words are exchanged, but will speech turn to action?  Unfortunately, that’s where the rest of the movie comes crashing in.

This is, of course, a crime caper, and a damn fun one at that.  This America in the mid-90s was an apocalyptic one, replete with billboards and placards assuring that the end is nigh.  Every convenience store is armed to the teeth, and even a random drive-through exchange could end in gunfire.  This trio leave behind them a trail of bodies and dismembered corpses as a result of their altercations with “normal America,” which becomes ever more cynical as implications set in.  White news anchors speculate wildly about a murder scene involving a Vietnamese-American family (the husband given the intentionally inflammatory South Park tier name Nguyen Coc Suc).  The religious fanaticism and conservatism implied by all of the doomsday posters is mocked by X, who has Jesus tattooed on his penis so partners can feel Him inside them.  The burgeoning sexual freedom of this trio is such a threat that the FBI agents pursuing them are encouraged to kill if need be.   It’s funny and it’s madcap.  Severed limbs move long after they’ve left their respective bodies.  American fast food fanaticism is mocked by Carnoburger’s disgusting menu and insane naming conventions.  The thrupple end up at the most delightfully faggy Texas Roadhouse style establishment where EVERYONE has a wig and plastic six-pack rings hang from the ceiling like beaded curtains.  Parker Posey makes a delightful cameo, not even bothering to hide her natural hairline under her wig as she delivers a master-class in the dramatic mid-sentence pause (shoutout also to Margaret Cho!).  A national treasure.  But all of this is ripped away in the final moments of the film.  In almost any other movie, this wouldn’t work.  The jerks from the record shop perform heinous acts, intermingling symbols of Americana with fascist hatred.  It’s strobelit and jarring and shocking and upsetting, and all the better for it, in a subversive way.  All of the rage over homophobic suppression of queer self-expression and health as the AIDS crisis raged unabated which is present in the periphery of the film, in its implication, bubbles to the surface in a final, nihilistic explosion. A heterosexual movie indeed.

THE RULES

PICK ONE

Select either FUCK or FUCKING and sip every time someone says that version of the word.

SIP

Someone lights a cigarette.

Someone fires a shotgun.

A dude recognizes Amy.

BIG DRINK

Jordan does his puppy-dog eyes thing.

An instance of 666 in some form.

[eternalwritess]

Hi there! Can I ask for a romantic matchup from Hazbin and Helluva? If two fandoms at once are not allowed, then just for Hazbin please.

I'm bisexual and I use she/her. I'm an ambivert. For those who don't know me very well, I may appear calm, collected and polite, but when I get close with someone, that's when my true personality comes out; I'm very sarcastic and sassy, especially if someone gets on my nerves, and I'm not afraid to stand up for myself or people I'm close to. When I'm with my friends, I like to joke around, engage in playful banter with them, even often affectionately insult them (if that makes sense). I also love to tease and I don't mind being teased back. Even though I'm a bit goofy, I'm usually the rational, maybe even momfriend of the group; the type of friend who tries to stop the rest from doing dumb shit if I think it's too dumb or dangerous. I also tend to curse like a sailor lol. But my friends say that I'm also thoughtful, open and understanding. I can be very patient and gentle as well if I want too.

As for my style, I usually dress in all black (fun fact: I never wear skirts though, I despise them) and I love silver jewelry. I always have a silver ring on each finger on both hands (without them I feel almost naked) and usually snake or dragon-themed silver earrings.

My main hobbies and interests are: listening to music (I can't live without it), lately I've been listening mostly to anybeen listening mostly to any rock or metal type of music or similar (for example I love bands such as Ghost and Nickelback). Besides that, I also love to draw, read, and travel. Sometimes I also like to play or do some sports (I've been a horse rider since I was seven and I love swimming). But I also like to just sit on the couch and watch movies (preferably with friends).

Also, my main love languages are: psychical affection, quality time and gift giving.

I think that's it, thank you in advance!

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲 𝓑𝓸𝓶𝓫!

When she first met you it was probably you standing up for yourself and she thought that was cool

So she went up to you and began talking to you trying to see if there was something under that exterior

Since you were new to hell she took you under her wing and began teaching you everything about hell

You two then became great friends and then lovers from there on out

You were perfect for her personality. Having the right amount of chaos and banter and the right amount of reason for her uncontrollable chaos

You make sure that she doesn't get into too much trouble and are very much the voice of reason

She loves your sass and when you sometimes sass others

"Yes! Get his ass mate!"

She loves seeing you stand up for yourself, mostly because its entertaining to watch the person you're fighting crumble

If things tend to get physical she's always there for you and ready to thrown in a bomb or two

When she introduced you to Angel as her girlfriend it was a rough night for him and you helped him out and sorted out everything that happened

She appreciated that and thanked you in private later

"Thanks so much for that... Valentino can go fuck himself"

You and her also dance and listen to music quite often and she'll sing the lyrics at the top of her lungs all excited like

She loves spending time with you and watching movies. You both will just have a movie marathon sometimes as a date together

She also will constantly give you gifts or take you on dates to the doomsday district so you two can just hang out there

"Wanna head out now?"

Another thing is that she adores your style sometimes she'll even go through your stuff and try it on herself

She also loves your jewelry and will sometimes try that on

She'll even give you some of her old ones that she might no longer wear

You both are a very chaotic and fun couple :)

[rping0]

- oc or cc rping! discord only (msg me!)

- 18+ (preferably 20+)

- both NSFW and SFW

- many diff OC’s, i like creating them to fit situation/scenario

- my characters are queer ! mostly mlm and wlw but open to other categories

- admin uses they/them and he/him pronouns

- oc’s can age-slide depending on situation (never under 21)

- 3rd person past/present

- this is a sideblog, so i will follow from diff acc

fandoms and ships (i write characters in bold):

- FENCE (Comic)

Nicholas/Seiji

- Detroit Becomes Human (Game)

Conner/Any OC or character

- Hogwarts Legacy (Game)

Sebastian/Ominis, OCs, Any characters

- 9-1-1 (ABC)

Buck/Eddie

- Magnus Archives

Jon/Martin, Jon/Elias, PolyArchives, LonelyEyes, Jonah/Anyone

- Subnautica (Videogame)

Ryley/Bart, Ryley/Avery, Ryley/Your OC

- Sherlock & Co (BBC Sherlock)

Sherlock/John

- Artemis Fowl (Book Series)

Artemis/your male OC (aged up 21+)

- Six of Crows (Shadow & Bone)

Kaz/Nikolai, Kaz/your male OC

- DC (Comics, Movies, etc)

Superman/Batman, Clark Kent/your male OC

- Marvel (Comics, Movies, etc)

Tony/Strange, OCs, any adult/21+ characters

fandoms that I don’t have specific ships for but am interested in:

- Hatchetfield Universe (Starkid)

- Magnus Protocol

- Life Series (OCs only — no RPF)

- Harry Potter (fuck JKR and everything she stands for)

Non-fandom things that I am interested in:

- pirates, princes, kings, queens, etc

- historical (any time— i’m a history major :p)

- regency/royalty

- apocalypse, doomsday, etc

- mafia, crime, fbi, cia, spies, etc

- work place romance/drama 

- big city/small town

- enemies to lovers

[tvrundownusa]

tvrundown USA 2024.04.25

Thursday, April 25th:

(exclusive): Velma (MAX, season 2 available, all 10 eps), THEM (APrime, anthology season 2 "The Scare" available, all 8 eps), Dead Boy Detectives (netflix, supernatural horror-fantasy series premiere, all 8 eps)

(movies): "City Hunter" (netflix, Japanese action-comedy, ~105mins), "The Doomsday Cult of Antares de la Luz" (netflix, Chilean documentary, 100mins)

(streaming weekly): Dinner with the Parents (freevee, next 2 eps), Star Trek: Discovery (Para+), We Were the Lucky Ones (hulu, penultimate), Delicious in Dungeon (netflix), The Girls on the Bus (MAX), Beyond Paradise (BritBox, next 2 eps), The Long Shadow (SundanceNow|AMC+, limited series finale), Diarra from Detroit (BET+, season 1 finale), My Mane Problem (AllBlk, celebrity stylist reality, season 2 opener)

(broadcast specials): Latin American Music Awards 2024 (Univision|GALA, 3hrs), 2024 NFL Draft (ABC | ESPN | NFLN, Round 1, live)

(original made-for-TV movies): "Fatal Fixer Upper" (LMN, 2hrs)

(hour 1): Young Sheldon (CBS) / . / Ghosts (CBS), Hudson & Rex (UPtv), Next Level Chef (FOX)

(hour 2): So Help Me Todd (CBS), Farmer Wants a Wife (FOX), Lovers and Liars (theCW)

(hour 3): Elsbeth (CBS), It Couldn't Happen Here (Sundance|AMC+)

(hour 4 - latenight): Royal Crackers ([adultswim])

[repeats, resuming next week: Law & Order (NBC), Law & Order: SVU (NBC), Law & Order: Organized Crime (NBC) ] [preempted, returning next week: 9-1-1 (ABC), Grey's Anatomy (ABC), Station 19 (ABC) ]

[royalarmyofoz]

1. Short Peg Bundy

2. Great listener (with big tits)

3. Great listener (with big ass)

4. Corn-fed Xena

5. Butcheress

6. Tatted-up cheese monger

7. Classically hot (die first in a horror movie)

8. Mysteriously hot (die last in a horror movie)

9. Sequestered juror

10. Pilot

11. Uber driver

12. Uber pool driver

13. Susan Saran-dom

14. Tár

15. Old Cara delevingne

16. Q.L.C. (quarter life crisis)

17. Fencer (sport)

18. Fencer (fences)

19. Incorrectly sorted hufflepuff

20. Pre-Friends Courtney cox type

21. During-Friends Courtney cox type

22. Post-Friends Courtney cox type

23. Femme Mr. Peanut

24. A "Mary Louise" (the most common first and middle name in US)

25. Real life Cathy

26. Middle aged rumspringa-er

27. Janice Muppet

28. Sexy bird

29. Ghost tour lover

30. Marge Simpson

31. Reclusive sculptor

32. Insatiable Eleanor Roosevelt

33. Cynical stripper

34. Adjunct professor

35. Tenured professor

36. Gorton's fisherwoman

37. Young Blanche Devereaux

38. Congresswoman

39. Female Popeye

40. Vegan bbq chef

41. Cute Howdy Doody doll

42. Twin

43. Ginger

44. Fanfiction author

45. Rolfer

46. Deep sea diver

47. One woman show woman

48. Lumberjackess

49. Disney cast member

50. Liberal doomsday prepper

51. Weed gardener

52. Gay's anatomy (a surgeon)

53. A.L.F. (aunt I'd like to fuck)

54. Former reality show contestant

55. Seinfeld if he was a girl

56. A Helen-type

57. Late afternoon owl

58. Head coach

59. Pre-Friends Lisa Kudrow type

60. Upstate homeowner

61. Season ending acl injury

62. Dawn lookalike

63. Summer lookalike

64. Wickie lookalike

65. Beautiful indy car driver

66. Exhausted community organizer

67. Bisexual tricyclist

68. Cynical wedding planner

69. Rockette

70. "Stomp"er

71. The giver

72. Former cult member

73. Opposite myers-briggs type

74. Female HBO's Barry

75. Hamburglartrix

76. Catfish

77. Sweet'n low mommy

78. Just broke off engagement

79. AirBnBitch

80. White Lotus 2 Sicily GM type

81. Humiliated American Idol auditioner

82. Podcaster with vocal fry

83. Podcaster no vocal fry

84. Reformed goth

85. Public radio celeb

86. Crossing guard who's gone viral for dancing on the job

87. Indiscernible accent

88. Neighborhood famous realtor

89. A Siri or Alexa type

90. Hiked the Appalachian trail in winter

91. Civil War reenactor (for the good guys)

92. Revolutionary war reenactor (for the bad guys)

93. Dungenmistress

94. Brewmistress

95. Former "The Onion" writer

96. Cosplayer

97. Endurance artist

98. Fishmonger

99. Wanted woman

100. Little miss bossy

101. Little miss scatterbrain

102. Parade size girl

103. Top Chef runner up

104. Joe Rogan defender

105. Night shift baker

106. Magicians assistant (top half)

107. Magicians assistant (bottom half)

108. Mona lisa

109. Organ donor

110. Wikipedia donor

111. Method actor

112. Essential workers (hospitals)

113. Essential workers (restaurants)

114. Mixologistress

115. TSA worker

116. Catholic school teacher

117. Midwestern billboard celebrity

118. Intellectual property lawyer

119. THC farmer

120. Jacked stand up

121. Astrology gay

122. Electrical scooter as identity

123. Best friend is brother

124. Soft faced farmer

125. Correction officer

126. Tatted up chef

127. Trader Joe's cashier who loves life

128. Trauma nurse by day/strip club bartender by night

129. Strip club bartender by day/trauma nurse by night

130. Etsy girlboss

131. Septum piercer

132. True crime podcaster

133. Mrs. Clause type

134. Weirdo who chose to live in Vegas

135. Probiotic proselytizer

136. Vegan

137. Vegetarian

138. Pescatarian

139. Pescatarian who will eat meat at dinner parties if it's served to them because they don't want to make a bid deal about it

140. Liver queen

141. Earthquake survivor (all they talk about)

142. Earthquake survivor (won't talk about it)

143. Vet (animals)

144. Vet (war)

145. Fiscal conservative

146. Community college Rachel Maddow

147. Pedra Pascal

148. Shit-stirrer at work

149. Bird watcher

150. Bird stalker

151. A daddy-mommy

152. Hobbist

153. Pete Davidson ex

154. Stephen Dorff but a girl

155. Uncanny valley face

156. Johnny paycheck type

157. Former MTV VJ

158. Butterfeet

159. All about her family

160. Disney adult

161. Marvel mommy

162. Les Misérables les

163. Militant activist

164. Slutty couponer

165. Burning ma'am

166. Divorced yogi

167. Ozempic journey tiktoker

168. Jeweler with a heart of gold

169. Only gay when she drinks

170. Celebrity stylist (will gossip)

171. Large Marge trucker

172. McMansion realtor

173. Bernie Sis

174. Lady glory hole hookup

175. Hotel lobby bar transient

176. Docent

177. Lil Stinktress

178. The elusive cigar mommy

[denimbex1986]

'...Since the early atomic tests at Los Alamos, culture has served as a kind of Geiger counter for nuclear fears. In January this year the members of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists reset the Doomsday Clock – a theoretical estimate of how close humanity is to nuclear extinction – to 90 seconds to midnight, the shortest it has ever been. Our heightened collective gloom is evident in the radioactive references that have permeated film and television in the past year: the mushroom cloud has risen across Anderson’s pop-pastel sci-fi and Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer...

In Oppenheimer, a connection between the bomb and Freudian psychoanalysis is made when the movie’s subject, theoretical physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer, observes that the library of his lover, the psychiatrist Jean Tatlock, is filled with books by the Austrian. Tatlock immediately fishes out a book from her collection for him to read from while they make love. The same text, from the Hindu scripture the Bhagavad Gita, is later repeated in a voiceover during the detonation at Los Alamos, taking us back to that exchange and thus implicating the event as a manifestation of psychosexual desire. This plays into a wider narrative in the film that connects the devastating power of nuclear science with our darker human impulses as the increasingly guilt-ridden Oppenheimer realises he has given humankind a weapon that they cannot help but use...

Like the death of a loved one, nuclear fallout changes the way we see the world forever. It’s what makes the subject so poised to articulate grief on both a collective and individual scale...In an age of blockbusters, 24-hour news, streaming services and social media, the threat of nuclear extinction is constantly fed back to us in a never-ending loop of catastrophe. Perhaps that’s why we can’t stop seeing ourselves in it.'

[teenageread]

Review: We Ship It

Synopsis:

This rom-com debut has the fierce girl energy of the movie  Booksmart,  blended with the awkwardness of Kelly Quindlen’s  Late to the Party,  topped with a thrilling international meet-cute a la  Love and Gelato. Olivia Schwartz has a plan. It’s even color-coded. And the plan is a perfect SAT score, a prestigious college, and a straight path towards her dream of becoming a doctor. The last thing she wants to do—the summer before her senior year of high school, no less—is go on a cruise. Especially with her parents, younger brothers, and all the unspoken things between them since her older brother’s death so many years ago. Then Olivia meets Sebastian. He’s everything she’s charming, exciting, willing to take risks and run with them. For the first time, Olivia feels like she can have  fun... But there’s a lot bubbling up under the surface on this cruise, and when past secrets begin to come to light, Olivia must face all the truths that she’s ignored about herself, Sebastian, her brother, the past she  thought  she understood, and the future she’s always planned.

Plot:

Olivia Schwartz is Type A to the max. With her fifteen-year plan for how to become a cardiac doctor by the time she was 30, Olivia needed a way to stand out even more than her 99% percentile perfect SAT score. Entering a research contest with her friend, Olivia was flabbergasted when her parents sprung a last-minute cruise on her. Finding herself on what is essentially a floating city, The Regal Island SS NY Sea, is a seven-day cruise around the tropics, to give the family a long-needed vacation. This cruise is special due to its children zone which provides personal aid for Olivia’s younger twin brothers who are on the autism spectrum. Even though Olivia is probably more qualified, given the amount of research she has done for them. After losing her older brother days before her eleventh birthday from a heart attack, Olivia has become a doomsday bomb, always looking at the worst-case scenarios for the twins, and herself. Thus, why do her parents think she needs a cruise, even inviting her childhood friend, Jules along with her family - thinking this will be good for Olivia. Jules is not like Olivia expected, into drugs and always has a flask on her, Jules insists they find themselves a crew to hang out with for the week. Meeting the boys, Olivia was instantly drawn to Sebastian. A fellow music lover, Sebastian was a dreamboat of a guy, interested in Olivia for her brain, and allowed her to talk about Logan, the brother her parents seem to have forgotten. Sebastian challenged Olivia to take the risk and live in the moment, something Logan would have also wished for her to do. With a cruise expedition to a shipwreck site off of Antigua, a country Logan promised to take her to one day, Olivia realizes there's more than this ship can offer besides cheesy NYC stuff and expensive expeditions. It offers the opportunity for love, to live in the moment, to connect to her past, and experience heartbreak for the first time.

Thoughts:

Lauren Kay starts their writing career with this banger of a YA novel. Taken from the first-person perspective of Olivia, we get a courageous smarty-pants, who despite always thinking of the worst outcomes, is trying to give life a change. Within this story, we kind of get two Olivias; Olivia who is dealing with the emotions of her family life, and trying to ensure that she does not forget Logan, despite feeling like her family has. Using her future in a way to save him, as her reason for becoming a doctor is to figure out what killed Logan at such a young age. This family dynamic and family history made the story emotionally interesting, although I wish Kay gave us more Logan stories throughout the novel. It seems as if Olivia only reflected on him a bit throughout the novel, where more history about their relationship could have made it more emotionally devastating, as Kay kind of breezed through the depression that Olivia probably went through for years after Logan’s death. Plus the issue of feeling like her parents replace Logan with the twins? So much more emotion could have come out of that. Now the second Olivia (aka Liv) is our love-at-first-sight, romantic girl, who after three days on the cruise with Sebastian, was calculating how they could make a long-distance relationship work. My girl, Olivia, come on! You hardly know the guy, a statement Jules thankfully said throughout the novel. In a cringy way, we got to see Olivia fall hard for a guy she barely knows, and despite his winning personality, he made her open up while keeping himself closed. The love bomb was real, but so was Olivia not being able to read signs, and where it was entertaining to read, you honestly just felt bad for our naive girl for falling hard for a player. With these two Olivia storylines running parallel, it made the book an easy read, and where I do not dock Kay for these typical plot points, I just wish she dove more into the emotional side of the family more, and a little bit less on the perfection Sebastian in Olivia’s eyes.

Read more reviews: Goodreads

Buy the book: Amazon

[sadnessandcoffee]

I miss you, but we never met,

Yet your name's the one on my lips, when I talk to myself in my head.

I wonder if the world ended today, would you let me crash at your place,

Or would I keep rewinding the moments I wish I could experience before the doomsday?

Why aren't you home yet? I dream of you over and over again.

The ice cream's melting, but you look in my eyes and say,

"You look pretty in that purple dress today."

The clock's ticking away, and you drive me away in your mother's car,

I don't recall the music you played, but you put your left hand in mine,

But we reached the dead end, and in a second you're gone,

You love me, but you never stay, I keep panicking in this lilac haze.

She looks so pretty, do you smile the same with her?

I turn red, am I jealous? You were never mine, it couldn't be any worse,

I don't wanna die in June. What if the world ended today, would we all move to the moon?

And we would be two strangers, that lived like lovers in my delusion,

And I would live in the hope, that your lover is just an illusion.

You kiss me once again, and then I leave, the curtains drop, it was all just an incomplete movie,

I keep playing the same part over and over again, on my broken cd...