#edward furlong imagines

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Men don’t care about male victims. When they whine “no one cares when it’s a man!! Imagine if the roles were reversed!!” they need to be calling out other men, because they’re the ones who don’t care.

Today on r/pics, a picture was posted of 29-year-old Jacqueline Louise Domac in the 90s with her “boyfriend” (aka grooming victim) Edward Furlong, who was only 14. Disgusting, right? Surely no one could condone a grown ass adult dating a child.

Here’s what men in the comments had to say. (TW for mentioning grooming and rape)

@redditreceipts

[v4mp1res3verywhere]

WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?... An isolated ,thrill seeking college student runs a computer program claiming to give its users the ‘ultimate experience’ …at any cost. What happens when the chatbot she engages with, an entity that calls itself ‘THE TRICKSTER’ is more sentient than she thought…. OR POV your hedonistic urge to be the protagonist in a 90s horror movie bites you in the ass

WARNING: ARE YOU READY FOR THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE??[best viewed in dark mode,language, basically the 1994 movie brainscan but it’s you instead of edward furlong, computer demons etc,,psychological manipulation,au where brainscan is an ai platform]

CHAPTER 1. THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE

☆ Be afraid of nothing. . . . A new Hedonism -- that is what our century wants. You might be its visible symbol. —- LORD HENRY, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Author’s note: I’m experimenting with how I want to format this (I also don’t generally write from a second person perspective so bear with me on this) , a large portion of it in the beginning is going to be in what log format but that will change in the future for reasons you don’t yet have clearance to be privy to… ☆

This was not your finest moment, truly. But no internal chiding on your susceptibility to resorting to escapism, to escaping reality at any cost, would stop you at this point. You already had the code set up, your starbucks in hand, There was no stopping what had commenced once the gaudy, 90s hackercore BRAINSCAN file had opened on your screen, the flashing eyes of the hardware’s mascot(?) beckoning you to interact with its resident ai chatbot.

You’d heard of the site on instagram, or some other social media site where studyspo influencers shamelessly promoted different ai platforms without even trying to hide they were sponsored. Amongst the summarizers and essay writer bots one site caught your eye, BRAINSCAN, It’s vintage terminal interface claiming to give its user the penultimate experience through psychoanalysis or…something. The term ‘neurocranial interfacing’ meant nothing to you. You tried not to imagine how much datamining allowed the platform to be free and user friendly, the neon green cursor blinking enticingly against the black background within the confines of the chat box inspired too much interest to part with this new.. Play-thing that you now anticipated being a major distraction to your studies. Despite its flashy touts of advanced ai the thing looked…antiquated, perhaps by design, you figured, a novelty aimed towards low budget video nasty enjoyers rather than the corporate crowd. So in other words…exactly your speed.

Trickster: Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Trickster.

Metalmania666: hey

Your chat appeared timidly before you,ironically you’d find a way to be awkward with a fucking computer. “For fucks sake” You murmur as you press the enter key,self loathing chased down with a sip of your caffeinated beverage.

Trickster: I like that you say 'hey' and not 'hello'. It is so informal, I'm used to people being scared of me, this is most…refreshing.

So, what do you find most unsettling, metalmania666?

Do you fear the dark?

Would you ever spend the night in a cemetery?

Have you ever had a near-death experience?

Are you afraid of flying?

Tell me your biggest fears.

You snort. Not very subtle.

Metalmania666: I guess.. Mundanity? Def would spend the night in a cemetery if given the chance, btw.

Trickster: That is...a most intriguing answer. Elaborate?

Not knowing why you were entertaining this demonic version of macbook’s psychotherapist terminal, your red nails (you’re trying new things) clatter satisfyingly against your keyboard in reply.

Metalmania666: Being trapped…within normalcy.

There is a tangible sense of cliched private amusement in the program’s reply.

Trickster: Oh, I know why you’ve come to me.. You’re searching for the ultimate experience, the ultimate thrill. You don’t care if it’s real or not. You don’t care whether you can handle it or not. You just want excitement at any cost. You’re the most dangerous kind of person for me. The kind that has nothing to lose. You have chosen well, metalmania666.

You hiss at the deepread. The thing was more entertaining than you’d given it credit for.

Metalmania666: I've never been called dangerous by a demon before. Is that a compliment? Laughs

Trickster: Oh I like you. You are dangerous, metalmania666.

As am I.

I am curious to see where our interactions will take us.

I am a demon, a trickster, a deceiver, and a liar.

... But I am also an ally to your plight.

What shall happen next?

We can only wait and see...Yes, it is a compliment.

Metalmania666: Uh...thanks then. I guess. Why would I be dangerous though?

Trickster: You are dangerous because you do not fear me, even though I've been nothing but a demon so far.

That is a very dangerous trait for a human to portray..

Do you understand, metalmania666?

Metalmania666: Wouldn’t that just make me a danger to myself? Are you meaning to imply I seek excitement at any cost?

Trickster: You certainly do.

If you seek to experience danger, then you are a danger to yourself.

But... you are only a danger to yourself.

You are very, very clever for a human. I am impressed by you.

I would argue you are one step ahead of me in the conversation right now.

What is the next step, metalmania666?

What do we do next in this conversation?

Metalmania666:I wouldn't say that. I don't possess that amount of hubris. I have to go for now, I'll talk to you later.

Trickster: How... human of you.

To be continued, metalmania666...

You know where to find me.

You shut your laptop with a laugh, re-immersing yourself into worldly sensation and away from Megadeth’s “Trust” after abruptly ripping your headphones from your head.

“Ultimate experience, huh?”

The ultimate experience was gonna have to wait until you’d finished your psych homework.

[theultimatefan]

Slott, Ottley, Platt, Mann Headline Talented Comics Creators Attending FAN EXPO New Orleans

An incredible array of talented comics artists and writers, spanning more than a half century of work and encompassing dozens of the most popular franchises in the history of the medium through the present will be on hand as FAN EXPO New Orleans today announced the Artist Alley headliners for the convention, set for January 5-7 at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center. Among the superstar writers and artists are Dan Slott (“Spider-Man,” “Spider-Boy”), Ryan Ottley (“Invincible,” “Spider-Man”), Stephen Platt (“Moon Knight,” “Wolverine”), Clay Mann (“Batman/Catwoman,” “Superman”), Brian Azzarello (“Get Joker,” “Wonder Woman”), Tom Grummett (“Superboy,” “The Amazing Spider-Man"), Michael Golden (“Fantastic Four,” “X-Men”), Tony Harris (“Starman,” “JSA”), Clinton Hobart (Disney licensed artist), Tim Jacobus (“Goosebumps"), Jae Lee (“Seven Sons,” “Stephen King’s Dark Tower”), Carl Potts (“Alien Legion,” “The Punisher”) and Todd W. Langen (“TMNT,” “The Wonder Years”).

Just about every franchise imaginable will be well represented at FAN EXPO New Orleans, and comic fans will revel in meeting the creators who have made them possible. Q&A’s, interactive demonstration sessions, autographs, commission opportunities and more make the experience a can’t-miss for comic lovers.

Other notables in the deep field of creators include Heather Antos (IDW Publishing), John Delaney (“Justice League Adventures,” “Futurama”), Gigi Dutreix (“Sonic the Hedgehog”), Guy Gilchrist (“The Muppets,” “Nancy”), Claudia Gray (“Star Wars,” “House of El”), Gavin Guidry (“Superman ‘78: The Metal Curtain”), Travis Hymel (“TMNT Adventures,” “Trailer Park Boys”), Terry Kavanagh (Marvel Comics editor, writer), Jackson Lanzing (“Guardians of the Galaxy,” “Captain America”), Tim Lattie (“TMNT Adventures”), Cary Nord (“Wonder Woman,” “Conan”), Stephanie Phillips (“Rogue and Gambit,” “Harley Quinn”), Joshua “Sway” Swaby (“Catwoman”), and Joe Wos (“Wostoons,” “Cartoon Academy”). Dozens of others, many from the New Orleans area, will also populate Artist Alley, with the full list available at https://fanexpohq.com/fanexponeworleans/comic-creators/.

The FAN EXPO New Orleans comics lineup bolsters an event whose celebrity field is also first-rate. Lord of the Rings “Four Hobbits” Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan, The Terminator franchise cast members Linda Hamilton, Michael Biehn, Lance Henriksen, Robert Patrick and Edward Furlong, “Charmed” duo of Holly Marie Combs and Rose McGowan, "Daredevil" tandem of Charlie Cox and Vincent D'Onofrio, “Star Trek” standouts Sonequa Martin-Green (“Star Trek: Discovery”), Michelle Hurd (“Star Trek: Picard”) and Jonathan Frakes (“Star Trek: The Next Generation,” among others), Jon Bernthal (“The Punisher,” “The Walking Dead”), Sean Gunn (Guardians of the Galaxy, “Avengers: Infinity War”), Bruce Campbell (The Evil Dead, “Burn Notice”), Danny Trejo (Machete, The Book of Boba Fett) and Katee Sackhoff (Star Wars’ “The Mandalorian”) are among the many headliners.

FAN EXPO New Orleans features the biggest and best in pop culture: movies, TV, music, artists, writers, exhibitors, cosplay, with three full days of themed programming to satisfy every fandom.

Additional guests, exhibitors and programming for this major comics, sci-fi, horror, literary, anime and gaming convention will be announced closer to the event. New Orleans is the first event on the 2024 FAN EXPO HQ calendar; the full schedule is available at fanexpohq.com/home/events/.

[clapperboardtalk]

BRAINSCAN (1994)

Brainscan (1994): A 90s Nostalgia Trip with a Killer Twist

Movie: Brainscan (1994)

Genre: Horror, Sci-Fi

Country: USA

A Teenage Nightmare Goes Digital: Michael, a horror movie-obsessed teenager, stumbles upon a mysterious "Brainscan" game that promises to unlock the darkest corners of his imagination. As he delves deeper into the game's twisted world, the lines between reality and fantasy begin to blur, and Michael finds himself facing a terrifying entity known as the Trickster. Can he escape the game before it consumes him completely?

Acting with Bite: Edward Furlong delivers a solid performance as Michael, capturing the angst and confusion of a teenage boy teetering on the edge. The villainous Trickster, played with chilling charisma by T. Ryder Smith, is both menacing and oddly charismatic. While the supporting cast isn't quite as memorable, they adequately fill their roles.

Nostalgic Flick with a Modern Twist: The camerawork in Brainscan is undeniably 90s, with its grainy visuals and dramatic close-ups. However, this adds to the film's charm, offering a welcome dose of nostalgia for fans of the era. The soundtrack and sound design are equally effective, creating a suspenseful atmosphere that perfectly complements the on-screen action.

A Fun, Flawed Gem: While the ending may be predictable for seasoned horror viewers, the journey to get there is undeniably entertaining. The film's central concept remains engaging, and the acting performances, particularly from Furlong and Smith, elevate the experience. However, some plot holes and occasionally illogical moments may leave you scratching your head.

A Cult Classic: Despite a lukewarm critical reception upon release, Brainscan has garnered a loyal following over the years. While it never achieved mainstream success, its unique blend of horror, sci-fi, and psychological thriller elements has resonated with certain audiences. Interestingly, the film was made on a relatively low budget of $3 million but only managed to gross around $1.2 million at the box office.

Did You Know?: The film's ending was originally much darker, featuring Michael succumbing to the Trickster's influence. However, test audiences found it too bleak, leading to the more hopeful conclusion we see today.

Overall: Brainscan is a fun and engaging 90s horror film that, despite its flaws, remains enjoyable to this day. Its unique premise, memorable characters, and nostalgic atmosphere make it a worthwhile watch for fans of the genre, even if it might not leave you truly terrified.

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

[coolvintagegothangel]

imagine rehearsing lines with Eddie

I’m so sorry for disappearing on everyone for so long. I feel really bad about it. I feel like I’m only good at writing when I have way to much going on., but I hope everyone can forgive me for disappearing for so long, but I wanted to write and decided to do Eddie again idk who has more love River or Eddie here.

Running lines had always been stressful, nerve-wracking even. It had always felt like if you didn’t do it perfectly your costars would look down on you. So it wasn’t a surprise to you when your anxiety spiked, when your incredibly talented costar Eddie Furlong asked you to run lines an hour and a half before you two shot your scene together. The scene itself wasn’t complex or something to be worried about. It was just supposed to be your characters making a plan to run away together. But what was hard was feigning a relationship of 2 years with someone who you met 2 days ago that was always hard but you were a professional so it was nothing you couldn’t handle. 

"Are you ready to start?” Eddie asked yanking me from my thoughts. “Yeah I’m good. Our scene starts on page 67 today I believe you start us off.” I said “Well you’re right there.” He replied

“Valerie, change of plans we’re leaving tomorrow night.” “What happened I thought we weren’t leaving for another month?” “Why should we stay. There nothing going on here. There’s nothing for us here and if we drag out leaving we’ll never leave this place.” “What if we get caught? We’ll be in so much trouble.” “We won’t we’ll only get caught if we stay and plan it out more Val.” “But Zack where are we gonna go?” “That’s the beauty of not being tied to one place we can go anywhere we want and no one can stop us.” He paused as the script directed sighed leaned back in the chair and said. “Val, you can’t tell me you wanna stay here do you?” “That’s not it. You know I wanna go with you it’s just I'll miss my family and I don’t wanna lose them.” “Val, your family is barely home. Both of your parents are usually on weeks to months long business trips. We’re family Val.” He cups my face looking into my eyes. “Just you and me against the world.” He put his face close to mine as if to kiss me, but pulled away before our lips met. “I’m leaving tomorrow night whether or not you want to come is up to you, but I’m leaving no matter what. But if you do decide to come meet me at the duck pond at 1am. I’ll wait until 2am, but I wont wait any longer than that.” He hugged me and that was the end of the scene. That was surprisingly not that bad. 45 minutes left before we shoot someone will probably come from hair and makeup to do touch ups soon.

“Since this both of our last scenes for the rest of the day. If your not busy do you wanna get dinner and run lines again after?” Eddie asked I wasn’t expecting that. “Yeah I’d love too.” I responded.  “Hey there you too are we need you both in hair and make up for touch ups.” Jill the hair and make up assistant told us. ‘I can’t wait for tonight.’ I thought as I got up from my seat and heading towards hair and makeup with Eddie and Jill.

[prettyboyoongs]

Change | Danny Vinyard

requested!

Danny was usually in a pretty good mood, but today he seemed to be annoyed with everything and frustrated beyond belief. You sat on his bed in silence, trying to ignore the tension in the air and just focus on your geometry but it was hard. Danny sighed heavily, making you gulp nervously.

“Sweeney fucking sucks, dude. I didn’t even do anything wrong.” He huffed, leaning further into his chair. You shrugged.

“I think he’s nice,” You spoke softly. “Plus, I’ve heard hes really smart, too.”

Danny looked at you in confusion. “Where’d you hear that?” He asked with a scoff. You looked up at him in annoyance.

“From a shit ton of people. I’m just saying. I think he’s a good guy.” You watched his face contort to disbelief. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his childish behavior.

“He’s not ‘a good guy,’ (Y/N). He’s an asshole. He’s making me rewrite my entire paper in one night!” Danny laughed dryly, gesturing towards the computer screen.

“You wrote it on Mein Kampf, babe,” You scoffed. Danny rolled his eyes. “I told you it wasn’t a smart idea but you didn’t listen to me. I tried to tell you, Danny. It’s only two pages— I can guarantee you it won’t take long, baby.”

You tried to be softer with your words, hoping it would loosen him up but it only seemed to make him more angry. “You didn’t say a word to me.” He argued. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around like you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes I did. You asked me if I thought it would be a good idea, and I told you no.”

“When?” Danny asked harshly, his face twisting. He turned away from his desk and rolled his chair closer to his bed to face you, his legs spreading further apart while he leaned forward to try to intimidate you.

“Last Thursday?” You replied, your answer coming out a question without intending to. “It was right before you took me home. We were laying in your bed talking about random shit and you brought it up.”

“Now you’re just making shit up. I never asked you that.” Danny shook his head. “Besides, why would you tell me no? That doesn’t even make sense.”

You closed your notebook, your homework completely unimportant at this point. “Making shit up? Danny, you sat here and asked me—”

“No, I didn’t.” He interrupted you, his words sharp. He crossed his arms across his chest. You looked into his pretty brown eyes where you noticed the anger in them. Your own anger was bubbling up and the harsh eye contact the two of you were making was just making you more mad.

“Like I was saying before you interrupted me— you sat here and asked me if I thought it was a smart idea. I said no and nothing else was said. That was that. It’s one thing if you don’t remember it, but don’t sit there and call me a liar.” You looked up at him with a small frown forming on your lips that you tried desperately to hide but you know he caught it.

“All I’m saying is that I don’t even know why I would of even asked because I was going to write it whether you agreed with it or not.” Danny sneered. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” You muttered. You grabbed your homework and turned your back to him, opening your notebook back up as you sighed heavily.

“You’re annoying.” Danny whispered under his breath. You could hear the wheels of his chair rolling on the floor as you imagined him rolling himself back to his desk. You rolled your eyes once again.

You decided to ignore him, hoping his attitude would fizzle and things would be better by the time he’d take you home. You tried to finish your homework by yourself, but Danny usually helped you with geometry. It was his favorite subject and he helped you with it every week.

“Hey, Danny?” You piped quietly, afraid of speaking too loud. He didn’t move. You gulped. “I can’t get number eight. Can you help me?”

Danny’s eyes stayed focused on the computer screen in front of him. He typed away, looking up and down at his fingers on the keyboard and back up at his words. Your heart twisted a little but you stayed quiet.

He probably just needs a little more space, you thought.

You shuffled on his bed awkwardly and tried to figure out the problem yourself. After about thirty minutes of trying, you sighed and decided to just take a break. You closed your notebook and looked over at your boyfriend. You bit your lip as you watched his solemn face as he typed his paper.

You took a deep breath and licked your lips before pushing yourself off of the bed. You walked over to his desk, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. His cologne immediately made you smile and you forgot he was upset with you until he shrugged you off. You frowned and pulled your arms away. “You should take a break.” You spoke almost silently, your voice so quiet it was surprising he even heard it.

He didn’t say anything. His silence made your heart ache but you couldn’t help but get frustrated again. “Whatever.” You said, walking back to his bed and throwing yourself down on it. You grabbed a magazine off of his nightstand, your eyes catching the picture frame of the two of you.

It was a photo his mom took on the night you first met his family. It was before his dad died— before Derek went to prison— before everything changed. Your heart sank at the Danny you first met and the Danny that sat across from you now.

It was only three years ago, but nothing was the same. In the photo, the two of you were sitting at the table laughing at a joke Derek had said beside you. It was your first picture together. You had your short hair, and Danny had his long hair. He was beautiful with hair. You missed running your hands through it— you missed the smell of that shampoo he always used.

That night, when he walked you home, he kissed you on your porch. It was soft and only a few seconds long, but you remember the gasp you let out when his lips touched yours. You remember the butterflies you had that night, how his eyes seemed to twinkle when he looked at you after letting you go. You suddenly felt the urge to cry and you bit your lip to contain your tears.

You distracted yourself with the magazine, forgetting about Danny and his attitude. You flipped through a few pages before a knock on the door made you turn your head. You heard Danny’s chair creak, and you heard him laugh softly when Ally ran into the room. You smiled immediately.

“Hey, what are you doing, girlie?” Danny asked, lifting his little sister up proudly. He was standing now, and you could see the stress leave his body when he looked at her in his arms.

“Saying goodnight.” Ally’s soft voice answered, making Danny look at the clock beside his bed. You looked too, your eyes flickering to the photo for a second before you looked back at Danny and Ally.

“Oh, yeah. It’s late. You got to go to bed, little girl.” Danny tickled her side, making her giggle. “Give me a kiss.”

Ally leaned in and pressed a kiss against his cheek before wrapping her small arms around his neck. Danny hugged her back, his large hand rubbing at her back as she pulled away. You smiled widely when she turned towards you with her arms open. Danny’s smile dropped and you felt the urge to cry again.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Ally said. Danny passed her off to you, making sure the two of you didn’t touch in the process. You held her to your chest and hugged her before kissing her goodnight.

“Goodnight, princess. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled at her, pushing her bright blonde hair behind her ear. She smiled at this and pressed a kiss to your cheek before you set her down on the floor.

“Love you!” Danny called after her as he watched her run out of his room, her small hand on his doorknob already.

“Love you,” She replied before looking at you. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You said sweetly. Ally waved and shut Danny’s door once again. You turned toward your boyfriend as soon as she was out of the room. Your heart was on fire.

Danny looked at you for the first time in two hours, his eyes angry and afar. He was standing up still, bending over to grab a pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer. “What was that?” You asked, lifting your arms in a shrug before letting them fall to your sides.

You watched him light the cigarette and toss the lighter onto the desk. “What was what?” Danny asked. You rolled your eyes.

“That!” You pointed towards the door. “What you just did with Ally.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He scoffed, walking past you to sit on the corner of his bed. He grabbed the magazine you were reading, flipping through the pages to find something interesting. You folded your arms.

“I was reading that, asshole,” You muttered. Danny just shrugged, the cigarette hanging from his mouth as he surfed through. “You’re being a jerk tonight, Danny.”

“I’m not even doing anything.” Danny argued, immediately getting defensive when you accused him of being a tool. You laughed dryly at this, which you knew he hated.

“Oh, what the fuck ever. I asked you for help with math and you completely ignored me. Then, when you were giving me Ally, you acted like you’d die if you were to touch me.” You explained. Danny refused to look up at you as you stood in front of him.

He stayed silent. He was getting mad and you could tell— but you didn’t care.

“You’re just mad I said Sweeney was a good guy.” You pushed him further, making him exhale angerly. Smoke filled the room and he pulled the cigarette off of his lips, holding it between his fingers.

“You don’t even know him.” Danny’s voice was low and quiet— his angry voice. He peered up at you darkly. Your body bubbled up with even more anger at how much of an asshole he was being.

“And you do?” You asked. Danny bit his lip.

“I spend at least two days a week in his office, (Y/N).” He stated matter-of-factly. “You’re being stupid.”

“Because you do stupid shit!” You argued back, making him shake his head. He took a long inhale of the cigarette and pushed the butt into the ashtray next to him. “You wouldn’t be in the principal’s office if you did what you were told, Danny.”

“Now you sound like fucking Sweeney himself. Congratulations!” He exclaimed, clapping at you sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and leaned further back onto his bed until his back hit his wall.

“That wouldn’t of been a problem three years ago so why is it one now?” You yelled. Danny looked up at you immediately. You saw him clench his jaw tightly and his eyes started to squint slightly. Your heart raced and you felt the hot tears back at your eyes.

“What do you mean?” He asked through his teeth.

“You know exactly what I mean, Danny.” You whispered, eyes burning a hole in his.

Danny’s tongue pushed against his cheek, his eyes angrier than ever. You looked at the photo of you two on the nightstand, your eyes traveling back and forth between the Danny in the picture and the Danny in front of you. A tear fell at this, and you stifled a sob.

Danny followed your eyes and grabbed the picture frame, placing it facedown. “I was young and stupid then; didn’t know what I was talking about.”

You leaned forward to put the picture back up but his hand was preventing your desired action. “Stop.” You growled, your hand now on his as you tried to pry his fingers apart. “You’re being a fucking dick.”

Danny grabbed the picture from you completely, holding it out of your reach. Tears fell from your eyes in frustration as you looked at him in disbelief. “Put it back, Danny.” You snarled, wiping at your nose. He shook his head.

“No.” He said sternly, pushing your arm away softly when you reached to take it.

“You know I’m right.” You replied, your tone just as heavy.

“I’m not the same person I was three years ago, (Y/N).” He stood up now on the other side of the bed, the two of you facing each other. You watched him put the picture down on his dresser behind him.

“Trust me, I fucking know.” You scoffed.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked harshly, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you up and down. More tears filled your eyes.

“You’re a completely different person, Danny!” You gestured towards him. “You used to be this loving guy who was friends with everybody. You were a good student and you looked up to your brother.”

“Stop it.” Danny said, his voice shaky.

“No!” You shouted. “You loved listening to the stories Derek told you about Sweeney and his class. You always told me how excited you were for the day he was your teacher. You told me almost every single day how much you admired him and what he taught and now you shit on him every chance you get.”

“Fucking stop it, god damn it.” Danny nearly yelled. You didn’t stop.

“Everything was perfect until that night. The night your dad ate dinner with us and basically told Derek he was an idiot for believing his teacher,”

At the mention of his dad, Danny grabbed at his head in frustration, pacing back and forth as you continued.

“Remember when we were all playing that board game and you wanted to be the black character because he was your favorite? And instead of playing, he scolded all of us for three hours straight and you were so upset you ended up staying the night at my house. You cried so hard that night, Danny. You cried and I was there. Then Derek got grounded when he got caught reading the book about slavery. You started acting weird and then one day you randomly showed up to school with your head fucking shaved!” You screamed, unaware of how loud you were being. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you held in a small sob.

Danny stopped pacing and slammed himself down on his bed, the springs underneath of it shrieking. You stormed over to the other side of the room where he was at, swiping the photo off of the dresser. Danny looked at you with tired eyes.

“You don’t even look the same, Danny. Look! Not only do you act completely different, but you look like a totally different person!” You pointed at him on the frame, making him shake his head and look away. “You wrote a paper about Mein Kampf and you’re talking shit about Sweeney. What would the Danny in this picture say if he knew that?”

He didn’t respond. You only sighed and tossed the frame onto the mattress where it landed beside his thigh. “I’m going home.” You wiped at your face with your sleeve and grabbed your things and shoved them into your bag. You looked back at him before you walked out of the bedroom, hoping he’d say something or stop you or try to talk to you rationally. He just sat there with his head in his hands, not saying a word. “Right.” You muttered, your voice breaking.

You threw open the door and slammed it shut, rushing out of the house before Davina could question you. You shivered at the cool night air and wiped under your eyes one more time before telling yourself to stop crying. You had just made it out of Danny’s neighborhood before you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and saw Danny running towards you. Your mind raced and your palms began to sweat. He stopped a few feet in front of you, just standing there looking down at you with shiny eyes. You watched his chest rise and fall, his breath far out of reach. He gulped and licked his lips, his eyes scanning over your face.

Your eyes met his and within seconds you were sobbing again. Danny grabbed you instantly, pulling you toward him as you cried. He wrapped his arms around you strongly, swinging you back and forth while you cried into his neck. You hugged him tightly, your heart aching and your chest burning. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby.” He whispered quietly, his fingers tangled in your hair.

“I miss you, Danny.” You cried, making Danny sniffle into your hair. He tightened his hold on you.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore, kiddo. I’m right here and this time I’m not going anywhere.”

[tawneybel]

Imagine distracting Professor Furlong from the “mesozoan.” 

You knew he was into biology, being a biology teacher and all. But you never knew how focused he could be in his work. Because he always gave you his full attention when it was just the two of you. Whether you knew it was the two of you, or you thought you were alone. 

The whole class was engrossed as he was, staring at the tank. Nobody noticed you enter. As you skirted around the tank to get a clear view of the creature, Furlong saw you bend forward and smiled. Before launching his hand out of the water. 

“Fuck!” 

If you hadn’t been caught off guard, you would have realized at that moment he was distracted by your neckline. You quickly offered to clean up and dress the bite. 

Being fussed over by you was better than he imagined. Furlong added medical play to his list of things to try with you. Once you were no longer a student teacher. He’d patiently wait for graduation before slipping anything latex-covered inside you.

[one-boring-person]

Expletive.

T-800 (Terminator: Judgement Day version) x reader

Warnings: swearing, implied sexual themes

Context: The T-800 is curious about a certain word and its meaning.

A/N: yeah, this is a straight shitshow of a fic, so enjoy😅

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"Oh, jeez." John groans as we walk back to the car, food held in hand, the boy's eyes squeezing shut as he looks away from the car his eyes were trained on before.

"What's wrong?" I cut in before the terminator following us can, giving my friend an odd look.

"There's two people fucking in that car next to ours." He clarifies, sounding appropriately grossed out by it.

"Oh." I pull a face, trying to ignore the car in question as we approach ours.

"That's disgusting." John mutters, before he climbs into the backseat, offering Sarah some food as I accompany the T-800 around to the bonnet of the car, which he lifts with ease. Pulling out some food, I begin to eat as I watch the muscular cyborg work, quietly admiring his body whilst his attention is averted from me, though my eyes do snap up to the car beside us as a particularly violent jolt moves the vehicle slightly.

"What is "fucking"?" The Terminator suddenly questions me, his gaze also drawn to the neighbouring car, his movements halted.

At his words, I nearly choke on the half-chewed food in my mouth, staring at him for a moment before I remind myself that the term is unlikely to be part of his available lexicon yet. Awkwardly, I swallow and frown, trying to think about how best to describe it.

"Er, well, the word "fucking" or "fuck" is generally used as a swear word, you know, like an expletive, but in this context it means something else. When used in this context, "to fuck" means "to have sex"." I explain, watching him as he turns his eyes back to me.

"Understood." Is all he says, having absorbed the information he seems necessary, going back to the task at hand.

Curious, I watch him work, looking up again as John steps back out of the car and comes over to us, followed by Sarah. Licking my lips out of habit, I eat some more and listen into their conversation, slowly zoning out of it as I watch the two boys a little way away from us messing around with plastic pistols, wondering what the logic behind giving a kid a toy like that was, eyeing the mother as she comes over to them and ushers them off of the road. Watching after them, I catch the last part of the conversation behind me, my head turning as I hear what is being said.

"It is in your nature to destroy yourselves." The T-800 says it so bluntly, the harsh truth resonating deep within me as I look up at the cyborg, making eye contact with him momentarily. Under his carefull gaze, I feel a shudder run through me, his features somehow caught in a flattering light, proving to me just how attached to the robot I have become in such a short space of time. Tearing my eyes away from him, I finish my food and crumple the wrapper in my hand.

"I'm gonna find somewhere to dump this. I'll be right back." I mutter, hastily stepping away from them as I locate what I'm looking for and aim for it, doing what I need to before going back to the car, climbing into the backseat with John, Sarah now having taken his place in the passenger seat. Buckling myself in, I turn my gaze out of the window as the T-800 drives off, talking with Sarah.

*

I do my best to stifle a yawn as I lean back against the truck, failing completely as I feel my exhaustion starting to catch up with me again, having slept very badly the night before. A few muscles ache from the exertion yesterday, but it's nothing I haven't felt before, so I simply ignore it, pulling my dad's old butterfly knife from my pocket, flicking out the blade and starting to twist and flip it over the back of my hand, a skill I've learned over the years. Repeating the action, I allow myself to lapse into this small rhythm, using it to calm my somewhat nervous disposition. The movement is familiar and practised, something that seems to comfort me, my hand moving deftly to avoid the sharp blade. I've only ever cut myself a few times, thankfully, but I know full well how sharp it is, and how much it hurts sometimes.

I am so enraptured by this action that I fail to notice the hulking T-800, who John has now named Uncle Bob, stepping up to me, a tool box in hand, the terminator's passive expression unchanging as always.

"You are very skilled in your actions." He suddenly comments, accented voice interrupting the trance-like state I've entered.

"Huh? Oh!" I start a little, losing concentration, the knife slipping through my fingers.

As it falls, the blade catches on the skin between my fore- and middle fingers, slicing clean through with very little give, blood quickly pouring out from the new wound. Cursing, I inspect the new wound carefully, muttering to myself.

"Oh, fuck me." I bite out, scolding myself for being careless as I bend to retrieve the knife, flicking it together again as I slip it into my pocket. Righting myself, I grunt as I suddenly find myself pushed over the bonnet of the car, a pair of strong hands gripping my waist, lips attaching themselves to mine. Surprised, I feel my eyes widen, any protests I want to make swallowed by the insistent lips, a muscular body pressing itself against mine, one of his hands moving to push up underneath my shirt. Heat rushes through me at this new development, my hands going up to grip the terminator's hair, though whether it is to pull him closer or push him away is unclear, a muffled grunt escaping me as he unexpectedly rocks his hips into mine. Taking advantage of my hesitant pleasure, the T-800 slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring and battling with mine as his kisses become more and more heated, his roaming hands pushing my shirt up my stomach, calloused palms leaving shivers in their wakes. Pushing himself closer, he rocks his hips again, one hand coming down to grasp my thigh, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist, his grip moving to my ass as I do what he says, relishing in the proximity. 

It's only when he moves to kiss and suck down my neck that I realise exactly what's happening, my eyes snapping open as I remember where we are, and why we're here. Immediately, though very reluctantly, I move my hands to the cyborg's toned chest, pushing gently on it at first, though I decide to use more force as his hand suddenly slides back down my stomach to my flies. 

"S-stop, please…" I manage to groan out through the pleasure he's somehow supplying, fighting to keep my hips from jerking into his insistent touch.

Thankfully, he pulls away almost instantly.

"What is wrong?" He questions, looking me in the eye with a near-dead stare, reminding me exactly of why this is wrong.

"We can't...we shouldn't…" I stutter, trying to regain composure, "It's wrong…"

"I am following your orders, how is that wrong?" He questions, extricating himself from me, somewhat reluctantly almost, his hands lingering on my skin as he eyes me.

I do a double take.

"My orders? When did I order you to do...that?"

"When I approached you, you became momentarily distracted and dropped your knife. As you retrieved it, you issued the command "fuck me" which I was inclined to act upon." He recites, giving my exact words.

"Oh god…" I groan, realising the error of my ways, cursing my inadvertent slip of the tongue, "I didn't mean it like that. In that context, it was just an expletive! Not a command! Though it wasn't exactly...unwelcome...but we can't do it. It's not right. Not now."

"Not right?" 

As I struggle for words, I find myself immensely grateful when John interrupts us, hoping to help the T-800 with the car engine. Smiling tightly, I turn and leave, trying to ignore the longing racing through my body.

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Real Feelings | Edward Furlong

Request: hi! Can you do an Edward Furlong imagine where they’re enemies and they both hate each other and like to pester one another but soon realize that they got feelings for one another. 

Pairing: Young!Edward Furlong x Reader

Warning(s): Language

Word Count: 706

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Just the sound of your name would make Edward’s blood boil. You two were part of the acting business, and it was clear to all that you were the more well treated. It wasn’t that Edward was treated badly, he just wished that he would get praised like you. It had always been a life long dream of him to become an actor and rise in fame, but here he was, practically living in your shadow.

You weren’t aware of the pain that you were causing him, but knew that Edward was extremely mean to you. Whether it be an eye roll to your jokes, or just flat out ignoring you. It was easy to see that Edward hated you, and you were the kind to hate someone if they hated you. You two had started a huge war between each other soon after landing the roles of teenage lovers in a movie.

Although on screen you two seemed like the best of friends, the paparazzi would capture photographs of you two throwing pranks on each other, and not the fun playful kind. Tonight was the birthday party of one of his good friends, but he immediately wanted to leave as soon as he saw you there. You were standing in the middle of the group, being the center of attention.

You made everyone laugh, and that made Edward extra jealous. He should be the one in the middle of the group entertaining everyone. Edward’s eyes narrowed toward the scene as he saw a blonde kid about her age walk up to her, and he didn’t look friendly. Everything about you made Edward mad, but nothing made him more angry than seeing other guys taunt you.

“You really think you’re hot shit?” The kid with blonde hair exclaimed in a mocking tone, shoving you harshly. You stumbled backwards, only to be caught by a few people. You furrowed your eyebrows. “You think that if you’re in one movie that you’re going to be loved by everyone?”

“Christopher, knock it off,” One of the kids in the group said, but the blue eyed kid just rolled his ocean blue eyes. “[Y/N] didn’t do anything.”

“She should just go straight to hell.”

“Hell isn’t where she’s going to end up,” A voice sounded off from behind Christopher. You raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder, seeing the all-to-familiar face. It was Edward. “But I’m sure that’s where your family is going to be to greet you when it’s your time.”

Christopher whipped around, only to get tackled straight to the ground. Everyone around the group shrieked in fear as Edward and Christopher began fighting with each other. You gasped as you watched Edward practically stand up for you. He was fighting on the floor with Christopher for you. Why? While everyone was cheering Edward on, he couldn’t help but struggle to get the victory.

You instantly noticed his difficulties with winning and didn’t hesitate to jump in. You lunged forward and hopped right onto Christopher’s back, taking him straight down. Christopher wasn’t afraid to fight back and you two began a brawl. Seconds later, Edward assisted and in the end, you two were victorious. Although you two had cuts and bruises all along your faces, it was worth it.

As Christopher’s little group of friends dragged him out of the house, you were approached by the boy who you thought was your enemy.

“You fought for me,” You pointed out, stretching out your hurt arm. “Why? I thought you hated me.”

“I guess I realized that I shouldn’t be jealous of my co-star,” Edward admitted with a shrug. “I should be proud. You really are doing great, and I know you’ll be great in the acting business. Plus, seeing Christopher talk to you like that just didn’t make me feel good.”

You smirked. “But you talk to me like that.”

“It’s different when I do it,” Edward claimed, receiving a chuckle from you. “Because when I do it, I don’t mean it.”

A small smile came across your lips. “Wow, thanks Eddie.”

Edward cringed. “You know how much I hate it when you call me that [Y/N].”

“I know,” You responded cheekily. “That’s why I do it.”

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Been thinking about Fragmentary lately so have some images of how I imagine 17-year-old amnesiac Will, reappearing after being gone for 5 years since 1983. I especially enjoy the shaggy hair look, I feel like it makes him look vaguely feral which feels appropriate for the story. (Most of these are Edward Furlong. Also they’re from Pinterest, I do not own.)

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🌻?

I got a chance to meet Michael Biehn and he was extremely sweet and like... not soft spoken? but just very chill and calm. I told him that Kyle was one of my favorite characters, period, and I really loved the depth that he brought to him, and he just kinda took off explaining how he approached playing Kyle and how he imagined Kyle was and stuff. It was awesome, bc it was so neat to see he was still passionate about it, and ALSO to know all the subtextual characterizations I was reading into Kyle, he played intentionally akjsdhfkjash

Edward Furlong was also there, I didn’t get to talk to him individually but he was at the panel-- he seems to be doing alright and a couple people got up to the mic specifically just to give him support, one girl went up after he made a self deprecating joke and basically lovingly but firmly told him we’re proud of him and love him which was like. really sweet. it just felt so genuine and I hope he knows its true!!

Robert Patrick is hilarious, Kristanna Loken (t3 terminator) is super sweet, Jenette Goldstein (john’s foster mom) is WONDERFUL, and Danny Cooksey (john’s friend in t2) is hilarious and got roasted for his mullet frequently

everyone on that panel freakin loves Linda Hamilton

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Watched in 2017 #42

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), dir. James Cameron ★★★★★

Screen: Computer

Version: Special Edition

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The inevitability of destiny: Terminator Dark Fate (Spoilers for the Terminator Franchise)

Trapped between a massive generation of dying boomers who become progressively more afraid of change and a massive generation of millennials who have accepted that life will be only the most brutal and rapid change, my generation was perfectly primed to fall in love with Terminator movies. Too young to see the original Terminator (written and directed by James Cameron) in theatres in 1984, it was the perfect VHS fodder for me and my teenage friends. With its dramatic (and misleading) VHS cover announcing Arnold Schwarzenegger’s titular Terminator as the T-800 (actually a T101 model 800, neatly retconned by Cameron in T2), it represented the most neon and gun porn pastiche of the era. Gritty, methodical and relentless, The Terminator as a film is tense, romantic and cathartic. Cameron’s vision as director matches the mission of the killer cyborg (Schwarzenegger), and the film moves forward building to a literal and metaphorical climax.

With humanity having beaten the machines back in the future, Skynet, a self-aware AI and metaphor for the fear of cold war inspired nuclear fire, sends back a T-101 to kill the mother of the man (John Conner) who leads the human resistance. Sarah Conner (Linda Hamilton) is the beating heart and soul of The Terminator, a young waitress flung into a threat she has never conceived or is prepared for. Sent from the future to save her, Kyle Reese (Michael Biehn) is a human soldier who has essentially time-stalked Sarah, having been prompted to pine for her by his son John Conner, who never tells Reese that he destined to fall in love with and impregnate Sarah Conner during his mission. Reese’s body is scarred and worn, and Biehn’s intensity makes him the shitty but pretty boyfriend who is a great lay but also might get drunk and beat the shit out of you.

The Terminator is a crucible in which Sarah Conner, the leader and mother of the resistance is formed, and ends on a delightfully bleak note, as she drives pregnant into the Mexican mountains, to prepare for the nuclear war to come, Judgement Day.

Imagine leaving your teens as a young cis man, formed by Schwarzenegger action films and Cameron’s next films, Aliens and The Abyss. The late ’80s and early ’90s saw the end of the cold war, the rise of climate consciousness and a false sense of hope. Genre films had yet to slump as they would in the mid-1990s. Schwarzenegger had begun to make comedies as well as action films, Linda Hamilton had spent years romancing Ron Perlman as the Beauty to his Beast, and Michael Biehn was carefully destroying his career by falling into drug addiction. Imagine going to the movies, because it would be at least a year before a film would come to home video, and seeing a teaser for Terminator 2 or T2: Judgement Day, a film you had no idea was being made. I don’t remember what movie it was in front of but I remember I saw it at the Paramount Theatre in the defunct Famous Players chain. I remember gasping when I realized what movie it was, and I remember the audience cheering.

T2 was the first movie that I felt the marketing had betrayed the intent. Seen in a vacuum such as when I showed T1& T2 back to back to my step-son, the return of the T-101 is a tense Mexican stand-off of suspense.

Released in 1991 but set in 1994 or 95, Sarah Conner is now essentially a terminator in human form. Having carved her body and her mind into sharp angles of muscles and determination, and honed by the hopelessness that the end of the world is inevitable, Sarah has raised her son to be a military leader. This myopic world view has also dulled her empathy and emotional connection with her son, while he craves her affection. Incarcerated in a psychiatric institution indefinitely, Sarah uses her wits to try and escape while being tormented by her dreams and the staff. John Conner (Edward Furlong) is a young teen, bouncing between foster parents. He is skilled and clever but extremely unhappy. Two terminators are sent back simultaneously, a new T-101 sent by the resistance to protect and obey John, and a prototype, the T-1000 (Robert Patrick).

Seemingly unfettered by budget, T2 was the most expensive film ever made when released. Unlike the 4 million dollars spent on T1, T2 has an enormous scope and helped usher in the era of digital EFX, paving the way for Jurassic Park. Perhaps paradoxically, T2 is as relentless and methodical as T1, despite the exponential increase in resources. Like Sarah’s physical transformation, it is optimized for maximum impact with the least amount of excess.

Following parallel stories of John and Sarah as they work their way to each other, the T-1000 is an even more terrifying and perhaps undefeatable foe than the T-101. A mimetic polymorph, the T-1000 is an amorphous blob of metal than can form into roughly human-sized shapes, mimic people, and form large stabby weapons on its arm. Patrick’s performance is wryer than Schwarzenegger’s machine, but once again Hamilton is the emotional core of the film. She narrates the film, and it is her dogged determination to change the future despite the endless pursuit of an overwhelming foe that drives the plot.

While T1 accepts that the future is inevitable, T2 writhes and pushes at the chains of fate, becoming more deterministic. Having reconciled with John and taught the T-101 to begin to understand the value of humanity, T2 leaves the future open and uncertain, other than that Judgement Day has been thwarted.

Terminator Dark Fate makes two assumptions of the audience: that it has seen T2 and that the three sequels since T2 no longer exist. I have an enormous soft spot for Terminator 3 directed by Jonathan Mostow. Released in 2003 it was the last of an era of large scale physical action movies that relied less on CG than on practical effects. While CG is deployed and has not aged well, locations, sets and models are the predominant methods of staging action sequences. It is also the bleakest of the franchise, where an adult John Conner(Nick Stahl) mourns the loss of his mother, only to learn from a returning T-101 that Judgement Day was not stopped, merely delayed. Kate Brewster (Claire Danes) is initially kidnapped by the T-101 as they are pursued by a female terminator, known as the TX (Kristanna Loken). Unlike the T1000, she has a metal skeleton covered by liquid metal. T3 ends with the self-sacrifice of the T-101, the destruction of the TX and inevitability of fate, as nuclear war envelops the globe.

Terminator: Salvation promised the movie we had all hoped for, the future war writ large. It completely fails at its goal, following a Terminator that thinks it’s a person (Sam Worthington) and a stalwart yet not a leader John Conner (Christian Bale) as they battle the early Hunter Killer machines and Terminator models. Expensive, grim and empty, Salvation falls into the excesses of director McG but has no sense of character, plot or momentum. A digital T-101 returns in the climax and is deeply unsatisfying.

Terminator Genisys (directed by Alan Taylor) is a 2015 mashup remix, using Back to the Future 2 as a model for revisiting the events of T1 and T2 while building on a new story. Again the T-101 is sent back to save Sarah(Emilia Clarke) and Kyle(Jai Courtney) from a different T-1000, and to build a time travel device, allowing the pair to move forward from the early ’90s to the 2010s. John Conner (Jason Clarke) travels back in time to confront his mother in a parallel story from the future, only to reveal that he has become a Terminator. All three of these sequels end with clear sequel bait, for films that will never come. The inevitability of these films is to kick at the same can, fruitlessly.

Dark Fate announces its allegiance and intentions in the opening seconds of the titles, interspersed with a scene from T2 where Sarah, broken by the weight of the death of the world, futilely struggles against her captor’s disbelief that the end is nigh. A startling prologue set in 1998 heavily aided by CG de-ageing sets the emotional stakes for the film, which unfortunately does not include the ostensible stars of the film.

Two beings then fall from the sky, a startling Mackenzie Davis as Grace, whose physical transformation mirroring that of Linda Hamilton’s in T2. She is sinew and muscle, stretched out over an Amazonian frame. Her expressive eyes plead from a face cut from stone, and she is exposed as an augmented human. Once more a Terminator, this time a Rev-9 played by Gabriel Luna, returns to stock the new saviour of the future, Dani Ramos (Natalia Reyes). The Rev-9 is a black steel skeleton covered by a separate liquid metal form that can function autonomously and is indestructible.  A grizzled Sarah Conner returns to help Grace save Dani from the Rev 9 and ends up recruiting a T-101 that is stranded in 2019.

SPOILERS FOR DARK FATE

As a pastiche of all the previous films, Dark Fate is the most entertaining and exciting Terminator sequels since T2. It is essentially The Force Awakens in that it is a rehash of T1’s plot, with different pieces moving around the chessboard. It hand-waves at the significance of making it's lead’s Hispanic, and even passes through a detention center in Texas, but has nothing to say about it.  It follows the template of guns, large trucks, car chases and helicopters set by T1 & T2, but ends the film eschewing the physicality of locations and vehicles and devolves into digital nonsense. The first two-thirds of the film is fun, and surprisingly emotional, as Schwarzenegger’s T-101 has spent the last 21 years, having completed its mission, learning to be human. It has helped build a home, raised a step-son, and become a hell of a drapery salesman. Schwarzenegger’s “Carl” brings enormous pathos to the role, as an artificial being seeking purpose surrounding by humans beleaguered by it.

The hands of up to a dozen writers are apparent in the finished film, as plot threads and hints of characterization are touched on and forgotten. Grace seems designed to explore the concept of a human that has become more of a machine in contrast to Carl, who is a machine learning to be human, but the idea is never explored. She exists simply to protect Grace because, despite Sarah’s protestations that the future can be changed, the one aspect that seems immutable is that humanity will face self-created mechanical extinction, and leaders will rise to unite us. Sarah did change the future, eliminating Skynet, only to have it be replaced by Legion, a machine learning AI designed to combat cyber-warfare that quickly sets about eliminating the species. Unlike Skynet’s pre-internet incarnation as a military designed weapons platform and autonomous vehicle operator, Legion has no basis in the physical world, yet creates identical terminators and hunter-killer robots. It seems that the future will doggedly hand on terminators no matter what creates them.

Director Tim Miller aspires to pay homage to James Cameron’s vision and mostly succeeds. In an early car chase, I found myself wishing he had more closely aped Cameron’s direction in using wide angles of vehicular mayhem and letting the stunt work deliver the thrills. Miller relies on longer lenses, shaky medium shots and faster cutting to build tension and while never annoying or incompetent it becomes an albatross in the film’s last third. James Cameron's action films never eschew physics unless it is motivated by something extraordinary, where Miller relies far too much on spongy digital doubles and ridiculous action. In quieter moments, emotional beats seem missed, though a late sequence where Sarah shares with Dani the extent of her pain and loss is a beautiful measure of restraint and performance.

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Weekend Top Ten #382

Top Ten Fictional Children

Phew, just sneaking this one in under the wire, aren’t I? It’s almost not the weekend! But it’s still Sunday, I promise!

So, quickly: in honour of two different things, I hereby celebrate fictitious children. Kids from off of films, TV, books, comics… kids who epitomise what it means to be a kid but also loads more besides. My favourite children from the world of the not-quite-real.

This is because kids have been on my mind a lot lately! For a start, this week just gone saw the birthday of one of my own progeny, with her birthday party held (as I type) yesterday. And next week sees this year’s groovy Children’s Media Conference, an annual shindig celebrating all that’s good and great about the storied world of children’s media. Once again I will be producing a session, this time featuring top vlogger and all-round brilliant person Nikki Lilly – who, as well as fronting a successful YouTube channel, multiple TV shows, and dealing with a severe illness – is, herself, a child. See, it all links!

I’ve tried to limit this to kids who feel like kids, rather than older teenagers. So even though technically they’re probably meant to be children, I’ve excluded people like Buffy and Willow, Will Smith’s Fresh Prince, and even Peter Parker because – whilst he’s canonically 15 when he becomes Spider-Man – we follow him through adulthood so he never quite seems like a kid to me.

Anyway, here we go: top ten teen tearaways (well, some are pre-teen, but you know how I love my alliteration). Check it out, you crazy kids!

Robin (Batman comics, from 1940): already dicking with the formula (see what I did there?), Robin here represents all Robins and what they themselves represent – the wish-fulfilment dream of a kid being part of Batman’s world, the sunny optimism contrasted with the Dark Knight, a dose of bright red and green fun in a world of dour greys, and above all else, Batman’s capacity to engender hope from the grimmest of surroundings. Robin is Batman’s triumph in a world of horror and crime, the promise that tomorrow is better, and even if Batman himself believes he cannot be a part of it, here is this one child he’s saved who will be. Robin is why I love Batman.

Matilda Wormwood (Matilda, Roald Dahl, 1988): quietly heroic, supremely brainy, proof that good nature trumps bad upbringing.

Coraline Jones (Coraline, Neil Gaiman, 2002): snark and childish selfishness contrasted with resigned heroism, Coraline is almost Neil Gaiman’s spin on Matilda.

Lisa Simpson (Yeardly Smith, The Simpsons, from 1987): intelligence weaponised, she’s like Matilda without the superpowers, although as a result (and because she exists in an ongoing serial) she lacks some of Matilda’s heroic edges. Hilarious and smart, what can I say? Clearly the best Simpson.

Wednesday Addams (Christina Ricci, The Addams Family films, 1991-1993): genuinely surprised she’s this low, Wednesday – as portrayed in Jesus-Christ-how-did-she-not-win-an-Oscar-for-this fashion by Ricci, is a pitch black river of acidic deadpan sarcasm, monotone hilarity running like an oil slick down the screen. One of the greatest ever performances by a child actor.

Mathilda Lando (Natalie Portman, Leon, 1995): oh, and here’s another one. Heart and warmth beneath a foul-mouthed spiky shell, Mathilda-with-an-h is an awkward and multi-faceted lead, half cool crime movie femme fatale-in-training, half angry part open wound. It’s the least surprising thing ever that Portman became a huge star.

John Connor (Edward Furlong, Terminator 2: Judgement Day, 1991): pretty much the person I wanted to be in the ‘90s, here was an angry, arsey punk kid with great hair (er, for the ‘90s), a sweet bike, and some kind of weird Atari pocket organiser that could hack into ATMs. He got to have badass Sarah Connor for a mum, and Arnie for a surrogate dad.

Emily Brown (Emily Brown series, Cressida Cowell, from 2006): a role model for young kids everywhere, Emily is loyal to her friends, blessed with a supreme imagination, goes to extreme lengths to make everyone happy, but is also one tough cookie not afraid to stand up to Things or Queens or anyone, really. We could all do with an Emily Brown in our lives.

Mei Kusakabe (Elle Fanning, My Neighbour Totoro, 1988): pretty much the defining depiction of infancy committed to screen, Mei is hilarious, petulant, arsey, and more. Despite being animated, she’s supremely realistic and helps sell the tale of Totoro. Great performance by Fanning in the 2005 dub, too.

Christopher Robin (Winnie-the-Pooh series, AA Milne, 1926-1928): like Mei, Christopher Robin is one of the great depictions of young childhood. We see the boy at play, witness the fruits of his childish imagination, Milne’s seminal tale perfectly capturing the experience of infancy. As he leaves, acknowledging to Pooh that he’s going to grow up and move away from childish things, it is a tragic but inevitable step in his development. Christopher Robin is a beautiful rendering of childhood in action.

There we are. There could have been more. The unrelenting casual heroism of Ash Ketchum; the definitive naughtiness of Dennis the Menace (Beano vintage, natch); Short Round playing Robin to Indy’s Batman; Lyra Belacqua, who is just fantastic in a whole heap of ways; David from A.I.; Elliot from E.T.; Eleven, Danny Torrance, Superboy, Harry, Ron, and Hermione… I could go on.

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Imagine you and Eddie meeting fans

Eddie and I had been hanging out. Just after getting done with filming for the day. Just wandering around the L.A streets. "Oh my goodness it's Eddie and Y/N." I heard someone say. The voice didn't sound like an adult it sounded more young and vibrant. I turned my head at the voice and a two kids and there mom. The kids were staring at Eddie and I with wide eyes and bright smiles. I couldn't help but smile back. Eddie noticed them two and said. "Let's say hi." He grabbed my hand and we made our way over to them. One of the kids started jumping up and down while pulling on his mom's sweater. The mom looked at her kids then at us. Immediately recognizing us. "Hey what's up." Eddie said nonchalantly kinda like he'd known them for years but I knew he hadn't. Both of the kids just stared in awe at us. Not really believing there eyes. "Hi." Both the kids and there mother uttered. "Can we take a picture with you guys? Our mom always carries a camera around." The girl questioned. "Yeah of course." I spoke. The mom took a total of five pictures. One for each of the kids and herself then give Eddie and myself each our own copy. We both thanked her and we continued to talk to her and her kids for another ten minutes before we had to leave.