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another-emotional-wreck · 4 years ago

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Title: Movie Night

Pairings: None except for a hint of Monica x Peter cause they're cute imo I'm sorry

Summary: Movie night with the Hex trio and Peter... until it's not. Also, metallokinetic Peter.

Warnings: No warnings as far as I know, but there's angst and a decent amount of fluff

Word Count: 2.2k words

Author's Note: This is my first fic for anything Marvel/Xmen related. Kinda nervous but mostly excited. Feedback is really appreciated as there's a pretty good chance a lot some of the character's actions could be pretty ooc.

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“Wait… what?” Peter asked for what had to have been the millionth time. For a guy who could run fast, it was seriously taking him way too long to get this.

Darcy sighed again. “Alright, so you have to press this button--”

“The little sideways bow thing?”

“Uh, sure, why not. So you press it and then you’re gonna see a lot of different names. The one you’re gonna pick is called ‘Peter’s earbuds’.”

“Okay. Wait how does it know my-- oh wait, it beeped! The lady said it’s… paired? Now what?”

“Now you can pick a song to listen to.” Darcy pressed an icon of a square with a black background and a green circle in the middle. “Anything in particular?”

Peter was silent for a moment. "What do people listen to these days?"

Darcy took the phone from Peter before typing the name of a band into the search bar. His face lit up as Darcy handed it back to him, the screen filled with different songs to choose from. After a moment of scrolling, the opening chords of Dumb by Nirvana filled his ears, and for just a little while, his mind was calm. It was quiet.

“It’s nice to know at least music hasn’t changed since the 80s."

“I wouldn't say that exactly," Darcy mumbled.

Before he could question her statement, Monica spoke up.

"The 80s." She and Jimmy walked through the front door, both carrying grocery bags in their hands. "Is that where you're from?"

Monica placed the groceries on the counter before sitting down on the couch across from Peter.

He squinted at something in the distance. “I think so. I uh…” fuzzy images filled his mind. Laughing at jokes next to a boy with the strangest glasses. Playing in the snow with a woman with red hair. Sharing popcorn in a cold room with a girl with a mohawk and a blue devil.

A serious conversation with a man who meant a lot to him.

Peter winced at the sudden sharp pain behind his eyes. “It’s kinda… kinda hard to sort through.”

“That’s cool,” Darcy shrugged. “I felt the same way during English class back when I was in high school.”

Kurt Cobain’s voice rang in his ears. My heart is broke, but I have some glue. Help me inhale, and mend it with you. Peter nodded his head as he hummed along clumsily, not quite getting the tune right.

Once the pain faded from behind his eyes, Darcy noticed the way Peter’s face seemed to brighten at the sight of a certain someone.

“Guess what!” In less than a second, Peter had moved from his spot next to Darcy onto the couch beside Monica. “Darcy showed me how to get these little pods to play music--”

“They’re called earbuds--”

“And I can listen to whatever I want. How do you feel about this band called Nirvana?” Peter offered an earbud to Monica.

She laughed. “Right now, Jimmy has his heart set on this Lord of the Rings marathon.”

Jimmy shook his head as he took two bags from Monica and placed them all on the counter. “I stand by my claim that Lord of the Rings was and will forever be the best trilogy to ever exist.”

“Sure, Jimmy.” Darcy crossed the room to inspect the groceries. “Popcorn, sherbet, and Sprite? You got orange sherbet?”

Jimmy raised his palms in surrender and pointed at Monica. “Take that up with her.”

“Orange sherbet is the best flavor and, no, I will not be taking any questions.”

Darcy scrunched her nose. “And you’re sure powers were all you got from going through the Hex so many times?”

“You mean aside from having superior taste?” Monica joked. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

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“Frodo didn’t deserve Sam,” Monica stated as the movie played on screen.

Shoving another handful of popcorn in his mouth, Jimmy responded. “He was under a lot of pressure! The corruption from the ring only got worse the closer they got to Mordor, so you can’t really blame Frodo for everything.”

Monica wrinkled her nose at the kernels that flew out of his mouth as Jimmy spoke. “Whatever you say. Plus it doesn’t matter cause Darcy’s on my side anyways.”

“You say that as if she didn’t fall asleep the second the movie started,” Jimmy snorted as he gestured to Darcy, who was snoring rather loudly on his shoulder.

Peter chuckled at the banter between the two and at Monica’s annoyed expression, catching her attention.

With Darcy practically on top of Jimmy yet somehow also managing to take up half of the couch, Peter and Monica were seated rather close together.

“Unless you’re laughing at Jimmy, that noise shouldn’t be coming out of your mouth,” she joked, having to turn her head to look Peter in the eye.

“It’s really not my fault that you always seem to be wrong.”

“That’s a lie, actually, but alright.”

“See?” He snorted. “Wrong again.”

Monica glared at Peter who just chuckled and adjusted his position.

After no more than twenty minutes of the movie playing on screen, the sound of Monica snoring told Peter that he and Jimmy were the last two awake.

“They never stay up for my movies,” Jimmy muttered.

Peter turned in his direction. “They never what?”

“We try and do this movie night a couple of times a month. So far, they’ve fallen asleep on every single movie I’ve chosen. I mean that’s obviously just because they don’t appreciate classic media--”

“Right,” Peter mumbled. “That’s why.”

Jimmy paused as he shoveled another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “But I don’t mind it. I mean, everyone’s been back for a little while now, but there’s still this… this underlying fear that it’ll happen again. This nagging feeling that people are gonna be taken away from us, but this time they won’t come back.”

He looked at Darcy, still completely unconscious on Jimmy’s shoulder, and Monica, who was curled up under Peter. “They feel like family” Jimmy admitted. “We haven’t even known each other for that long, but I’d do anything for these two, and I’m comfortable saying they’d do the same for me.”

“I’m happy for all of you, really.” Peter sighed, feeling the clasp on Monica’s necklace dig into his side. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. I have a few memories--”

Taking a look at the confused look on Jimmy’s face, Peter continued. “Well, you all know that I’m not from here. Wanda just pulled me out of my own time and brought me here. ”

“I mean we know it wasn’t intentional--”

“That’s not the point!” Peter did his best to rein in his anger. “The point is, some random lady took me away from my time. Away from my home, my friends, my family. And I’m not even saying that I blame her, but why did it have to be me?” When Jimmy didn’t respond, Peter continued. “I get these… flashbacks. Fuzzy memories of home. They used to be pretty rare but lately, I’ve been getting them more often. One of them keeps showing up.”

“You think you can try and remember?” Jimmy suggested.

After a moment of silence, Peter decided. “Yeah.” He adjusted Monica so that her head rested on the arm of the couch instead of his side, and something strange happened to his chest at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully.

Jimmy pulled out a notebook and pen. Peter cleared his throat as Jimmy nodded for him to begin, ready to jot down whatever he could.

“It was me, a little girl. An older woman, could’ve been my mother? And--” Peter furrowed his brow as a dull pain began to form behind his eyes and a white noise began ringing in his ears. “Someone… someone else. They, uh-- a man. I think.”

“If you can’t remember who, try to focus on where.”

“No no, I’ve got it. They uh. We--” It was beginning to hurt. “No. Wait. Younger people… friends, they had to be.”

The pain became more intense. The noise in his head was getting louder. It hurt. Different images flashed in his head, all fuzzy and difficult to clear up. His mind reached out to grasp one but just as his fingertips brushed the surface, it was gone.

A patient teacher bound to a wheelchair.

A charming blue devil.

A shapeshifter with a warm heart.

A man who could shake the earth itself.

“They keep moving,” Peter said through gritted teeth. “They… t-they won’t sit still.”

“Alright, man,” Jimmy closed the notebook. “If you need to take a break we can--”

“No! I wanna do this. I need to do this.” Peter’s voice cracked. “I don’t-- I can’t forget them.”

“Okay. Alright, that’s fine but you-- uhh…” Jimmy furrowed his brow at the sight of the pen in his hand beginning to twitch. He took one look at Peter and his eyes grew wide the moment he began to understand. “Peter. Hey, you’ve gotta take a breath. You gotta-- shit.”

Jimmy took in Peter’s current state. Pale and shaky with droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes wide and panicked. “Uhmm, shit, Monica! Darcy! I really think now would be an appropriate time for the two of you to wake up, given the circumstances.”

As he moved to shake the two women awake, Peter’s struggle grew more intense. The pain had now spread throughout his entire head and turned into a pounding sensation. The noise was deafening as it bounced around in his skull.

Monica woke quickly to see Peter pale and in distress. “Jimmy, what’s happening?”

“I don’t know! We were trying to clear up the memories in his head when he started shaking and--”

“I can see that, but what’s happening?”

“Uhh…. I think stuff is about to start floating…”

Darcy’s eyes fluttered open. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy continued, still trying to wake Darcy. “Cause, my pen was shaking and your necklace is moving a lot, and Darcy, I think your glasses are about to fly off of your face.”

Monica looked down to see her necklace float away from her chest, then watched in what seemed like slow motion as each object Jimmy mentioned flew towards the same source.

Peter.

Seconds later the tv in front of them crumpled in on itself. “That was expensive,” Darcy sighed, now fully awake.

Monica cocked her head, her gaze flickering from Peter to Jimmy to Darcy. “Is he--”

“Yep,” Darcy said loudly

The three sat in awe and terror as Peter sank to the floor in agony, screaming as he drew his knees to his chest. His hands pressed over his ears.

Darcy looked into her kitchen and her eyes grew wide. Locking eyes with Monica and then Jimmy, they all spoke at once. “The knives.”

Monica scrambled to Peter’s side while Darcy and Jimmy ran to get as many knives as they could out of the house.

Darcy turned towards Monica. “You, uh, sure you got this?”

At Monica’s shaky nod, she followed Jimmy into the kitchen.

“Okay,” Monica began. “Peter… I’m gonna, um. I, uh-- okay I actually have no idea what I’m gonna do, but I need you to just, try and, uh, I don’t know, breathe?”

“I can’t.” he panted. The breaths he took were uneven and rapid and his face was stark white. He wasn’t responding to her. “I can’t forget. I-- no, no no I don’t want to forget. They’re slipping. I can’t reach them. Help me.”

She knew he wasn’t going to be able to calm himself down. Monica called the other two in there.

Jimmy ran into the living room first. “We weren’t-- oh.”

Darcy quickly followed. “Holy shit.” she looked at Monica. “You know what to do?”

Monica nodded. “But I haven’t exactly done it before and there’s a good chance I’ll pass out after.”

“I mean, if it means he stops screaming bloody murder, I feel like it’ll be worth it.” Jimmy looked at Darcy with wide eyes, who just shrugged.

“Right,” Monica shook the nerves out of her hands. “Okay. Alright.”

“Y’know, there are still knives and other extremely sharp objects in the kitchen so--”

“I got that, Darcy!” Monica snapped. She took a deep breath before turning all of her attention to the man in front of her. “Okay, Peter? I’m sorry, but none of us have any idea what to do, and so, this was the next best option.”

She closed her eyes and placed both hands to his temple, struggling to keep them there as he twisted in pain. When her eyes opened again, a bright blue shone in place of their usual brown.

His energy came through in tendrils. The super-speed feeling like electricity itself, sharp and cold, while his metallokinesis was slow and warm and heavy. It was new and painful and in that moment Monica understood his pain.

While his powers had come to a pause, his memories were a different matter.

“I gotta keep going,” Monica slurred. Her eyelids were heavy.

“Yeah that’s what we’re not gonna do,” Darcy said.

“He’s still in pain!”

“And now so are you! We can find something to sedate him but, right now, you can’t--”

Monica responded by placing her hands on Peter’s temple once again, this time taking out smaller amounts of energy. Just enough to put him to sleep for a little while.

She then promptly collapsed.

“Energy absorption,” Jimmy stated. “Impressive.”

Darcy sighed. “Please just help me get them to bed.”

“Right. Okay.”

#wandavision #peter maximoff #monica rambeau #jimmy woo #darcy lewis #original work #wandavision fanfic

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greenninjagal-blog · 5 years ago

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Loop Number Three Hundred Twelve

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Summary: Patton is having a really bad day, and Virgil and Janus might just have a fix. He just wishes he found them three hundred loops ago.

Word Count: 5453

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Janus is folding origami snakes when Virgil finds him.

Which, in itself, is not new or unusual. Janus has been making origami creatures since before Virgil had ever met him: cutting perfect squares of papers, folding along invisible lines, creating something new from the boringness. Some people like making tiny stars, but Janus turns squares of paper into pocket sized friends. Some of Virgils’s favorite presents are books in which he found little purple and gold paper spiders tucked between the pages, or the cranes that he unfolded to find little sweet and sappy messages for him, or when he was emptying out his school bag and found butterflies hidden in the depths, left there with care and love and waiting to be discovered on a rainy day.

Janus folds origami and Virgil keeps every single one he’s ever gotten his hands on-- sometimes even going as far as to dig the few Janus recycled out of the bin and keep them in his collection.

So the origami isn’t necessarily new or weird or confusing.

Finding him behind the school building, cutting class to fold them is.

Janus is, despite his outward appearance and his claims to the otherwise, a huge nerd. Virgil finds that adorable about him: the way he gets excited to go to school and learn something new, the bounce in his step when he was heading towards his psychology class, the rumbling of his words when he forgot to take a breath while describing history to him. He’s a nerd who reads autobiographies with crappy romance novel covers strapped on them and begs Virgil to watch the new Netflix documentaries with him.

When they had been seven, Janus had been very adamant about being a host on the History Channel. Virgil had been interested as long as he got to be the guy that went out and found Mothman to invite on to Janus’s show.

(Sometimes Virgil finds himself missing the simplicity of being seven-years-old and knowing what he wants to do with his life.)

Still Janus isn’t the type to cut class usually. Playing hookie was Virgil’s game, not his. But Janus hadn’t shown up to meet him outside his locker at the break between their classes, and Virgil had made the decision that locating Janus took priority over Personal Finance.

Its nice outside, far nicer than it has any right to be. The sun is shining, with just enough heat to make Virgil consider taking off his jacket (he doesn’t), a breeze carries through the air playing with his bangs, and the bells had just rang so everyone is in class and not outside. There’s barely any noise out here: a zombie apocalypse picturesque scene. It used to unnerve him, but now it just gives him peace of mind.

Behind the school is his fifth place to check, right behind: the far corner of the library that Janus likes to power nap in during lunch, the stairwell to the roof that is supposed to be locked but they’d jimmied open last year, Janus’s actual class where his seat was empty and several kids glanced at Virgil as he had scurried by, and the parking lot where Virgil checked to make sure that Janus hadn’t just driven away and left him in this hell alone without even a text message goodbye.

Janus is, in fact, still at the school, sitting in grass against the wall of the school that faces the parking lot. If Virgil hadn’t been looking for him, he might have mistaken him for a dark shrub or the Art Club's newest modern art installation. His bag is next to him, half his books spilling out into the lawn and at least a whole tree’s worth of folded paper around him. The piles of origami snakes remind Virgil of noodles, a mixture of colors and then twice as many in just plain white.

“Hey,” Virgil says, approaching slowly in case this is one of those times when Janus wants to be alone more than he wants to feel alone.

Janus folds another crease with the edge of his thumb nail and throws his sloppily made friend into the pile with the others. There’s a stack of pre-cut paper next to him, but it's all loose leaf paper. Which meant that he had folded his way through his stash of actual origami colored paper, which meant that he had been doing this since a lot longer than before second block, like Virgil feared.

Janus sighs thumping his head back against the brick walls and picks up another sheet. Virgil takes that as a sign to sit down next to him. He drops his bag off at his feet and reaches around the assortment of pins (Xmen, Marvel, gay flag, banned books week, one from a video game he liked the art of but had never played, etc) to unzip the smallest pocket. He pulls out another stack of the thin paper in an assortment of colors and places it on top of Janus’s current stack.

“So,” Virgil says, picking a snake off the ground. “Wanna talk about it?”

Janus flips the snake over and begins the process of folding the tail, ruthlessly. “Do I want to talk about it,” He echoes sourly, pressing each fold like it was a matter of life and death. “No, I do not want to talk about it. Because its stupid and a waste of time and I shouldn’t care but I still do and you have so many better things to do than listen to me whine about Patton Hart, yet again!”

Janus folds the head down and then stars into the empty eyes with a glare.

Virgil points his own snake at Janus and wiggles it a bit, “If its bothering you this much, then it can’t be stupid. And besides I love hearing about how much you hate Patton Hart. What did he do this time?”

“I don’t hate…” Janus lets out a sigh, “He didn’t do anything. In fact he didn’t even show up to class today. I heard a couple sophomores say he was acting funny earlier so I assume he went home early.”

Virgil frowns at that, trying to think back to the morning. He’d been running late and preoccupied with a Spanish test that he had forgotten he had first block, but he does remember seeing Roman and Patton in the halls. They hadn’t been holding hands like usual, which is probably why it stuck in Virgil’s head. They were the most lovey-dovey couple in the whole school: holding hands, kissing, flamboyant declarations of love... Virgil has nightmares about the way that Roman had asked Patton to Prom Junior year and had made Janus swear that if he ever plans on taking Virgil to a dance, he wouldn’t do it with glitter, the marching band, and in front of the whole school.

Patton had also looked different, Virgil remembers. Less cheery, more despondent. He had a smile on his face, but it looked forced and his eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t listening to anything at all.

Which, okay, fair. Roman tended to say the same things every day but phrased them differently. There were really only oh-so-many ways to say the words “I love you” and Roman had used up all of them in freshman year.

“So he wasn’t there,” Virgil says, shrugs, and takes a moment of silence to hope that Patton is getting some well needed sleep: Patton is one of those guys that just...finds a way to be involved with everything. Bake sales, choir, poetry club, talent show, office runner, treasurer of the student council-- if there’s something anyone needs to get done, Patton probably can do it. Not to mention he’s the nicest person Virgil has ever met. He honestly sees the good in people and its a shame that he’s dating Roman, because otherwise he and Janus would have invited him into their relationship a while ago.

(Roman isn’t exactly someone Janus or Virgil could stand on a weekly basis, much less daily. Virgil is pretty sure if Roman ever tried any romantic shit that he pulls on Patton, on Virgil he’ll spontaneously combust. Janus gets hives from being in close proximity to the gooey lovefest that Roman brings around any time he opens his mouth. And of course, Roman isn’t the type to share anything.)

((Ninety percent of their relationship these days is locking eyes while Roman did something and fake gagging like the mature adults they were.))

“What’s the big de--” Virgil stops, “Wait, isn’t debate today?”

“And take a guess who was my partner,” Janus summarizes. He tosses the snake to the ground and picks up another sheet of paper. “He...The Dragon Witch immediately failed me because he didn’t….and I couldn’t…”

He messes up the fold because his fingers are shaking too much. Virgil gently reaches out and takes the paper from his fingertips. It floats down to join the other snakes, and Virgil gives Janus’s hands a squeeze.

There’s a welt of anger in his chest, bubbling up in a nice simmer. He hates the Dragon Witch, although he’s never had her class or even knows her real name (Roman had coined the title in freshman year back when he had been a benchwarmer for the football team and it had caught on until the whole school used it). She’s known for being generally awful to every student that came in, a little unhinged, and even her own daughter-- a girl in the grade below them-- agrees that nobody wants to be in her class. Unfortunately, despite the many protests held by small pockets of students, the Dragon Witch has tenure and the school board’s stance is “if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it”. Ergo, she still lives on this plane of existence and Virgil thinks about egging her car often. Probably too often.

“Its stupid,” Janus repeats and the cavity where Virgil’s heart should be aches a little for him, “I know she’s had it out for me. Ever since that first day when I pointed out all the books on the syllabus were written by rich white men. But it was just… I felt really good about this one, Vee.”

Virgil knows this. Janus had been practically vibrating since the assignment had been given out. He’d gone above and beyond with his research for the topic-- something about selflessness that had gone straight over Virgil’s head when Janus had been talking about it. Patton hadn’t even been that bad of a partner, Janus had said, despite never having time to practice for it. They had exchanged numbers and texted details and notes to one another all week.

If Virgil hadn’t spent most of the afternoons lying next to Janus playing League of Legends and listening to Janus’s black pen scratch out preparation notes, he might have been jealous of how much attention Janus had been giving Patton. (and vise versa.)

“We were going to win,” Janus says softly. “And then Patton decided to just not show the fuck up! Why can’t I count on anyone but you? Why must I suffer in a world full of idiots?”

“Hey, at least he’s cute,” Virgil says.

“At least he’s cute,” Janus agrees, resignedly. “Do you think he’s going to break up with Roman?”

Virgil shrugs, “Do you want to ask him to join us if he does?”

“I would never pass up an opportunity to spite Roman like that,” Janus says, which is actually code for “I would never pass up an opportunity to dote on Patton and Virgil, do you think he’ll let us paint his nails, I have the perfect shade of blue to match his shoelaces--”

(They’ve had this conversation at least once every season since Janus had caught Virgil sighing at the smaller boy in the halls midway through freshman year.)

Janus wiggles his hands from Virgil’s and picks up the unfinished snake but its softer now, less angry and more care. When he completes it, he points it at Virgil and offers a guilty half smile.

“Sorry for making you miss class.”

Virgil wants to laugh because really that was the last thing on his mind right now. He shuffles through the snakes on the ground picking out his favorites to add to his collection. “Nah, its cool. You can just do my taxes and budgeting in the future and we’ll call it even. What are you gonna do with all of these?”

Janus hums, looking at all of them, “Maybe we can hide them around school to confuse people.”

“Can we write “you’re next” in a red pen on the inside of them?” Virgil asks with a grin, “like some horror movie shit?”

“Whatever you desire, darling,” Janus says and Virgil is incredibly grateful that he’s in love with his best friend. Virgil doesn’t usually count himself as lucky, but Janus had to be some kind of miracle: a person who understood Virgil the way that no one else ever bothered to. Janus has the type of laughter that makes everyone else want to laugh as well, the type of smile that begs for mischief, the type of loyalty that reassures Virgil no matter what happens they have each other’s backs.

Also he’s pretty, and Virgil likes staring at pretty things.

Janus leans forward and gives him a peck on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You missed,” Virgil says with a stupid ass smile, because he’s stupidly in love and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Janus rolls his eyes very fondly and leans in again, until Virgil can see every shade of brown and green in his mismatched eyes, until he can feel Janus’s breath on his face, until Virgil loses track of the nanometers between them. Virgil’s eyes are half closed already, anticipating how the rest of their newly established free time is going to be spent and not feeling a speck of embarrassment or guilt about it--

And then he sees the movement out of the corner of his eyes and freezes up. He’s certain without looking that it is a teacher and oh god they were going to get expelled for something. There’s too much stuff around them-- their bags, the millions of snakes, their own bodies-- and even if they left everything there they’d surely get found out from that stuff, and then the school would call his mom and Virgil did not want to have that conversation with her again.

But then he does look and its not a teacher at all. Virgil blinks, once, twice to make sure he’s seeing things correctly.

“Virgil?” Janus says, still several centimetres away from kissing him and obviously aware of how Virgil had tensed to high hell.

“I thought you said that Patton went home sick,” Virgil says absently.

Janus sits back, following his line of sight to the corner of the building where-- sure enough-- Patton Hart was walking without a care in the entire world. He was dressed differently today than Virgil remembered him ever dressing: the memories of his polo and his cardigan give way to the reality of sweatpants and a soft sweater that cannot be comfortable in the heat of the day. Virgil tries to remember if that’s what Patton had been wearing earlier and… yeah it was. From this distance Virgil can’t tell the look on his face, but he doesn’t look like he’s worried at all.

He’s walking with a purpose. And that purpose looks angry.

“Does Patton have a car?” Janus asks.

“I don’t...think so…” Virgil says tracking Patton’s progress across the lawn.

“Then who’s keys does he have in his hand?” Janus says not entirely rhetorical.

With barely a nod between the two of them, they scoop all the paper snakes into Virgil’s bag and take off after him.

Its extremely weird, Virgil thinks. Because its so quiet that their footsteps sound like slaps, and they have to duck around a red truck to avoid Patton’s glance back. Janus crouches delicately, slinking between the cars and Virgil wastes a moment watching how gracefully he moves.

He’s like water flowing, controlled and effortless and an undercurrent of power. Virgil doesn’t doubt his ability to fight right this moment, doesn’t doubt his killer left hook, or his dirty fighting tactics that Janus picked up in the name of self defense and preservation. Virgil’s body hums with adrenaline as he watches Janus follow after Patton.

He leans against a jeep that doesn’t actually have a parking pass but no one’s complained about it and Janus peeks around the bummer to see where Patton was heading.

For a second, Virgil thought he was going after Janus’s car-- the little gold mazada 3 thats a year and a half old and a gift from his parents. He’s just about to yell, to scream, to ward Patton off, because it was already shitty of him to not show up to the debate, but touching Janus’s car? That’s like super assholeish and Virgil has never once wanted to call Patton an asshole.

Janus, however, is quicker and covers his mouth with his hand. “Look, I think...he’s crying,”

“What?” Virgil whispers, squinting-- oh shit, he should probably get an appointment to update his contacts soon -- and Patton is crying. Its the silent type of crying that's born from using a smile to hide the hurt too much and Virgil immediately decides that Patton doesn’t deserve that ever. He feels each one of those tears like a punch to the gut, each soft barely audible gasp like a knee to his jaw, each sniffle like an elbow to the back of his head.

Patton storms past Janus’s car and goes straight to the fiery red Prius that Roman (and his twin Remus) share.

“Oh my god,” Virgil breathes at the same time as Patton takes the blade of a key to the side of the car.

The noise is awful. Janus flinches curling into Virgil as they watch with morbid fascination: Patton doesn’t waver, doesn’t hesitate as he carves deep into the paint and the metal, perfecting each and every letter.

By the time he’s finished, he’s bawling big fat crocodile tears that soak all turn all his cheeks puffy and soak the collar of his sweater and Virgil’s stomach is a twisted knot of emotions he doesn’t know what to do with.

“FUCK OFF” written on the side of Roman’s car explains things very well, anyway.

Patton drops the keys on the ground and then follows after in such a dead weight fall that Virgil feels the shockwaves from where he is. He curls in on himself, sobbing horrible, gut-wrenching howls of pain.

Janus leaps around Virgil to run after him, and Virgil only stumbles slightly trying to come with him.

“I didn’t…” Janus says, loudly--loud enough to make Patton jump and Virgil flinch and the empty parking lot feel crowded, “I didn’t know you were into Modern Art, Patton.”

Virgil thinks that if it were any other situation, he might have snorted. But when Patton turns to them with his blue eyes so full of tears that Virgil thinks he might drown in them, he forgets every other thought he has had.

Its just...rage.

“I’ll kill him.”

And Virgil means it, the same way he says that the sky is blue, or that he won't take off his sweatshirt, that he loves Janus with all his soul. He means that he will go right back into that building and search through every single fucking classroom until he finds wherever Roman spends his third class of the day and then he’ll drag him out to the parking lot by his stupid perfect hair and run him over a couple hundred times.

Virgil will go to jail for manslaughter and he wouldn’t even feel sorry.

Patton lets out a shuddering sob and frantically tries to wipe away his ugly tears, making noises that Virgil assumes are meant to be words but they come out scrambled and grated and wrong. And Patton who’s never done a single mean thing in all the time that Virgil has known of him, does not deserve to feel a hurt that bad. How dare Roman make him feel a pain that bad.

Virgil rolls up his sleeves and spins on his heel to go take care of the issue-- but Janus catches him by his hood and yanks him back.

“Patton,” Janus says softly (a tone that's normally reserved for two AM sleepovers and lazy saturday movie marathons and sad boi hours that come and go like the seasons), “What can we do?”

Patton lets out a shriek, and when he looks back up there’s no sadness. Its a fury, an anger, its frustration that boiled into a suffocating gas and Virgil guess that he’s not going to need to end Roman’s life because Patton is perfectly capable of doing himself.

“You can shut the hell up!” Patton screams, “And Leave me the fuck alone!”

Virgil and Janus share a look.

And well...Virgil has been breaking rules since he was a kid and Janus isn’t the type of follow orders simply because. Without discussing anything they both sit down next to Patton, and Virgil starts pulling out the origami paper again.

“What are you doing?” Patton hisses in a way that Virgil has never once seen him do. His fingers shake, but he keeps himself calm and cool and collected.

“Its called origami,” Janus says, although he knows very well that’s not what Patton was asking. Virgil watches his fingers flick in the air, a mesmerizing dance that once Patton looks at he couldn’t look away from.

Patton’s tears drop, his face is still puffy and dangerous, but Janus says nothing about it. Virgil holds his breath and watches as Janus folds, unfolds, pinches, twists the paper into a jumping frog. He sets it out on his palm and lets Patton stare at it like it holds the secrets of the universe.

“I like making things when I get upset,” Janus says. “Would you like me to teach you?”

“I…” Patton sniffles, rubbing away his tears again. He sounds so small and insignificant that Virgil wants to wrap his arms around him and protect him from everything. “Why…?”

“I know how to do many animals,” Janus continues on, “frogs, snakes, spiders, cranes… Or we can just fold paper in any way we want to, too.”

Patton is silent. Janus picks up another piece of paper and begins folding it in half. There’s a breeze through the parking lot, colder than before, bitter and smarting. Virgil tugs the sleeves of his jacket over his hands and tries not to wonder what happened to the sun.

“The motion is calming to me,” Janus explains, “I like the creation of something new and different, the repetition--”

There’s a huff.

A snort.

And then...well then Patton is laughing a terribly wet, mean laugh. Janus pauses halfway through folding the head of the frog to make sure Patton hasn't been replaced by a skinwalking alien wearing Patton’s face, and Virgil can’t really blame him at all. The small boy kneels over laughing so hard he ends up gasping for breath and Virgil shivers at how the noise steals all the warmth from the air.

“Fucking stupid,” Patton manages, through gasps that sound suspiciously like whimpers. “Everything is so fucking stupid.”

“I see someone taught the five-year-old a new swear word,” Janus says. “Who was it? Remus?”

“Just go away, Janus,” Patton says, laying his head on the asphalt.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Janus tuts finishing off his second frog, “You really don’t know where that piece of road has been.”

“Actually I do!” Patton bolts upright, “I do know! Its been right here! Its been here no matter what’s happened, never moving, never changing, and even if I marked it with chalk or paint or took a jackhammer to it or blew it the fuck up it will still be here when I wake up tomorrow! Now fuck off!”

Virgil blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“I am learning so many things about you today, Patton,” Janus says without missing a beat. He picks up another sheet of paper, “You’re into modern art, you’re passionate about parking lots...my, my, my. Perhaps we should have done our debate on road construction instead. Would you have bothered to show up then?”

“Like it matters.” Patton says, even more unlike himself. Virgil thinks he’s seen Patton overbook himself for commitments more times than he can count and apologies are nearly always coupled with food of some sort: cookies, fudge, pasta salad. Sometimes even to things he never even said he could be there for. Patton is more apologetic than Virgil ever has been, and Virgil likes to apologize for existing.

But here is a Patton, or a version of him, that seems so defeated, so angry, so sad and upset and miserable that he’s just...given up. Consequences be damned.

“We lose,” Patton says looking up at the sky, “We lose because Mrs. Hydrus hates you, Janus, and so she makes us do it without any notes, then every time you stumble, she interrupts and asks for clarification despite being the moderator, and she cuts down our time by a whole minute. And when you say anything back to her she sends you to the principal's office and gives us a zero for the assignment, anyway. We lose. But its fine because you never remember anyway and then you get to wake up and be humiliated all over again. And it doesn’t matter what I do! Okay? We lose!”

Janus stops folding his frog and turns to look directly at Patton. Virgil is too, and he can scarcely breathe.

“What did you just say?”

Patton turns to face him swiping away another round of tears. “Go ahead, Virgil! You’re just like everyone else. Go and call me c-crazy! Tell me I’m insane! T-take me to the doctors! Whatever! I’m so t-tired of this and I can’t even die.”

Virgil swallows hard. There’s a lump in the back of his throat, a lump that’s growing until he can barely breathe around it. Janus brings a hand up to his mouth like he might be sick right there on the concrete.

“Patton…” Virgil breathes. “Are you a paper frog?”

Patton stares at him like he’s stupid so Virgil reaches out with shaky hands and picks up one of the finished frogs from the ground. He carefully unfolds it, piece-by-piece, until its back to the original square. Then he holds it up for Patton to see, and begins to refold it the way that Janus had.

“Are you,” Virgil asks, “being refolded like a paper frog?”

Patton’s face says everything.

“H-how,” Janus asks, “how many times?”

The other boy blinks long and slow and sniffles. “I-I don’t know. Around three hundred twelve? Maybe? I lost count so long ago.”

“Three hundred twel--” Virgil repeats, “Holy shit, Pat! That’s almost a year.”

“Why didn’t you come to us?” Janus asks, although they all know why really. Despite them being debate partners, Patton and Janus don’t talk. Janus and Virgil admire him from afar, and only talk to him in passing. For the longest time Virgil didn’t even know if Patton knew his name, and now they’re sitting here wondering why strangers would ever interact with one another?

“What about…” Virgil motions to the car, the keys, the fun words written in the red paint.

Patton shakes his head so hard his body trembles. “He doesn’t...he never...I tried so so hard but its so much easier to leave him be. It takes so much to convince him and then… then its not a true love’s kiss solution.”

Virgil’s gut twists just thinking about that. About how many times that Roman made him prove that he had seen everything before, and then for a kiss not to work when they both were head over heels in love with each other and then waking up again, convincing Roman again, then telling him the kiss didn’t work? Virgil could guess it didn’t go over well at all.

Knowing Roman it had probably dissolved into a “we’re not meant for each other?”, followed by a “i will always love you no matter what.” , and finished with a “If it will save you from this loop then we’ll have to break up”.

From the sight of the keys on the ground, Virgil can guess how far it went this time.

“I do love him,” Patton says almost desperately. “I do, I do, I do! I swear I love him so much--”

Janus puts a hand on Patton’s shoulder and he falls silent immediately. “I believe you,” Janus says, “I’ve seen the way you look at him, Patton. No one here thinks that the two of you aren’t perfect for each other.”

Its a pain to admit because its friendzoning both of them right now, but Virgil would weather that if it meant Patton wouldn’t sound so heartbroken. Janus meets his eyes over Patton’s shoulder and gives him a nod. At least they’re on the same page for this.

“Three hundred twelve time loops,” Virgil says, “does not sound like it was fun at all.”

“Are any loops fun?” Janus asks.

“Fruit loops are fun,” Patton sniffles again. He rubs his eyes and hunches over in his sweatshirt. “Do you guys...do you guys really believe me?”

Janus’s lips curve into a wry smile, “Patton in all the time that I can remember, I’ve never seen you have the guts to key someone’s car. And now you’re saying fuck? And telling me off? That's a whole lot of character development to happen without me noticing, unless it was a time loop.”

Patton giggles, just a bit. It's still weepy but it makes Virgil feel like he can breathe for the first time.

“Don’t worry, Pat,” Virgil says, “We’ll figure this thing out.”

“H-how?”

Janus sighed leaning back a little, “Well we could ask Logan.”

“Logan?” Virgil echoes, “you mean Remus’s boyfriend? You think he’s got something?”

Janus shrugs, “He is a witch.”

“A what now?” Virgil says. “Since when was he a witch! You never told me that!”

Janus grins sheepishly, and rubs the back of his neck, “I forgot? I love you?”

Virgil blows a raspberry at him. “Just like how I’m gonna forget to mention you when I find Mothman. But I love you, too.”

“Its a cruel love, this thing we have.” Janus says rather poetically and Virgil reaches over to shove his shoulder. Janus laughs sways so he falls onto Patton’s shoulder. Patton for his part smiles, bright and blinding and it takes both their breaths away when he laughs again.

Virgil can’t imagine having to redo the same day twice, much less three hundred times. He wonders vaguely if Patton has any idea how strong he is, how amazing, how inspiring he is to keep that glow inside himself despite everything.

He’s smile fades for a moment and he perks up all of a sudden. “Oh My Gosh! Logan’s a witch!” He makes a flurry of arm movements that forces Virgil to duck, “Oh my gosh that means--!!”

“Deep breaths, dear,” Janus suggests, although it goes ignored.

“Yesterday--like actually yesterday, your yesterday, not the last loop, Logan and Remus got into an argument over a bottle and I thought it was gatorade! Remus was trying to drink it but Logan wouldn’t let him and they ended up spilling it on the floor! I helped them keep it up but I got a little bit on my hand! I didn’t think too much of it but what if it was like some sort of potion?”

Janus considers it, “Hmmm, its a good starting place. Let’s go ask him what it was.” He stands up and offers a hand down to Patton and Virgil each. Virgil takes it and turns back to also offer his own hand to the smaller boy.

“Come on, Hart, this is going to be your last loop.” Janus says.

Patton stares at their hands almost as if he was afraid to take them. He glances down at the origami frogs, at the keys, and their bags, then back up at them with an fearful expression. “You...you promise?”

Virgil laughs, “Yeah, we got you, Pat. Promise.”

Patton shakes from head to toe, but he grabs both their hands and smiles like he has hope for the first time in three hundred twelve days.

#sanders sides #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #Janus Sanders #sympathetic deceit #anxceit #roman sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #royality #moxceit #highschool au #time loop #Patton says fuck #but he's earned that right #Janus and Virgil are bffs #you can tear that from my cold dead hands

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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If you still want ben blurbs, maybe something about joining the mile high club with him?

okay listen, airplane sex is oddly hot and im a bit of a mess thinking about this

Warnings: smut, cheating? kind of?, public sex, specifically in an airplane bathroom, hair pulling

Advent Blurbs: Day 23

Maybe it was the change of altitude that made you uninhibited, or maybe you’d just had too much coffee as you’d waited in the first class lounge for your flight to be called. All you knew was that you’d inexplicably struck up a conversation with Ben Hardy. It was very unlike you. You’d always maintained that you’d never have wanted to meet any celebrity let alone have a whole fucking conversation with them. Especially on an airplane where neither of you could escape, which is exactly what you’d have done if you could have. Because you certainly would not, under normal circumstances, have blurted out that they were on the top of your free pass list. As soon as you said it you’d cringed, but Ben had played it off well, telling you he was flattered and smiling politely at your idiocy.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” you croaked apologetically.

“No, no, don’t apologise. It’s kind of an odd thing to hear but not bad odd. Not unwelcome at all actually, coming from you,”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that last part but still felt too self-conscious to really think about it.

If he’d ended the conversation there you would have completely understood because you must be coming across as some kind of crazy fangirl, but he didn’t. Instead he pointed to the man snoring next to you, “This is your boyfriend, I presume?”

You laughed shyly, “Yeah, that’s Percy.”

“Is he knocked out cause he’s a bad flyer or is he just tired?”

“The second one. We were meant to be on a flight last night but it got cancelled and then so did the next one. I think there was bad weather or something. Anyway, we spent the night in the airport waiting to hear when we could get a new flight an finally they found us this one.”

“That sounds rubbish, no wonder he’s out now.”

“I think he found it harder to sleep in the lounge than I did, so he spent most of the night awake while I slept. I mean it’s good he was up because he could keep checking if there was any news but he’s clearly reached his limit.”

“I was going to grab a coffee the next time one of the flight attendants go past, do you want one? Sounds like you might need it after the night you had.”

“No, that’s alright, I’ve probably drunk too much of it in the last 24 hours. But a water would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble,”

Ben smiled and waved over the nearest attendant, throwing in a request for a couple of the little cakes from their afternoon tea menu with the explanation that “you look like you could use the sugar.”

It was an unexpected turn of events, finding yourself sharing a slice of brownie and a fancy little tea cake with Ben, but it was fun. He didn’t seem to mind having his peaceful solo flight interrupted and actually seemed to welcome the company, happy to keep chatting to you about your boyfriend and the movie he was flying off to film.

“So what’s your reason for flying then? Is it worth sitting in an airport all night?”

“We’re going to visit family. My sister lives overseas and she and her wife have just had a baby, their first, so we’re going to spend some time with them, help them out a bit, meet the kid. Pretty worth it I think.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl. They’ve called her Victoria.”

“Cute,”

“Very. We did a bit of shopping, packed a few gifts and stuff and I gotta say, shopping for little baby girl clothes is a lot of fun. Everything’s to tiny and adorable,”

Ben laughed, his smile matching yours, “Yeah, a friend of mine had a kid a few years ago, a little boy, and buying stuff for the baby shower was pretty great. But it’s even more fun now he’s a bit older and I can be cool uncle Ben who gives him dinosaur toys and books.”

“Oh he’s a dinosaur kid?”

“Very much so. Obsessed with them.”

You pointed at your still sleeping boyfriend, “This one was a dinosaur kid too. The first time I met his mum she pulled out the baby photos to try and embarrass him a little. There are so many of him from age 3 to about 8 where he’s dressed up as characters from Jurassic Park or cuddling a toy dinosaur or intently watching a VHS of that cartoon about the group of dinosaurs, I forget the name.”

“So, you and him, no kids?”

You shook your head and laughed, “God no. We’ve decided to wait a little longer before we get into all that. I mean, if it happened it wouldn’t be bad, we’ve been together four years and we were friends for a couple before that, so I think we’d be alright. But yeah, just not at the top of our list of priorities right now.”

“Wow, you’ve been together for a while then,”

“Yeah I guess we have,” you shrugged.

“So, how long have I been at the top of your free pass list?”

“Um,” you looked down at your lap, “since I saw you in XMen,”

“It was the leather wasn’t it?” Ben leaned in a little closer to you.

“It definitely helped,” you giggled, “but so did the wings,”

“Can I ask who else is on the list?”

“Yeah, um, Harry Styles, Michael B Jordan, Lucy Boynton,”

“So I’m in good company then,”

“Perce has a list too but I don’t think he’s actually ever considered one of them coming off,”

“But you have?”

You shrugged again, “I like to be prepared. But I will say that in none of the scenarios I came up with did I approach anyone, and I never once told them they were on the list,”

“I guess things don’t always go to plan,” he leaned in closer still, his voice dropping to a little more than a whisper, “I like that you told me though. I mean, I gotta admit that when I saw you come in I was kind of hoping you were single. Bit disappointed your boyfriend was right behind you.”

You blinked at Ben, feeling as if you’d forgotten how to breathe.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying that,” his cheeks were lightly flushed but he made no move to lean back.

You shook your head and found your voice, “no, I don’t mind,”

“This might sound a bit crazy but, if you wanted to check someone off your list…”

“My boyfriend is right here, sleeping,”

“So? Isn’t that why it’s called a free pass list?”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying at it as you considered what Ben said.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just thought it might be fun. So I’m going to go to the bathroom and I’ll give you five minutes to decide what you want.”

You stayed glued to your seat, watching Ben walk casually down the aisle, as if he hadn’t just propositioned you, and considered his offer. When you’d come up with your free pass lists it had all been a bit of a joke. And, even though you’d thought about what might happen if you met one of your people, you’d never actually expected anything to come of it. Why would it? Surely none of them would want to sleep with you. But apparently Ben did. It was wild that you’d even met Ben. You were meant to be on an entirely different flight and yet here you were, sat next to him. Maybe you were meant to meet him. Maybe this was fated or something. You’d already acted very unlike yourself when you’d struck up the conversation and sleeping with him would be uncharacteristic too. You weren’t a cheater. But Ben was right, it wasn’t really cheating because you and Percy had previously agreed it was okay. With a last glance at your boyfriend you stood and, hoping you didn’t look too suspicious, made your way to the bathroom.

Ben opened the door after a single knock, hurrying to close it behind you so he could press you against it and kiss you. It was odd, kissing someone new for the first time in so long. He didn’t move the same way Percy did, and his lips felt different, softer. But it felt nice and the thrill of kissing a man you weren’t dating in the bathroom of an airplane was enough to know you wanted more. Ben wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back a few steps.

“Fuck it’s cramped in here,” you whispered as he grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and used them to close the lid of the loo.

“Little bit,” he laughed, “but we won’t be in here too long.” Ben kissed you again and you reached for his hips, dragging your hands towards the zip on his pants as he grabbed your arse. Your hand drifted over Ben’s crotch and you felt he was already half hard.

“You got a condom?”

There was a pause, “No, shit,”

“It’s okay, just pull out,”

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm,” you tugged at his pants and, grinning, Ben helped you pull them down along with his underwear. Once they were out of the way you moved your hand to his cock, feeling him getting harder as you stroked his shaft.

“Are you going to take your pants off too or are we stopping at hand job?”

You nodded and moved to pull your leggings off, throwing them onto the sink and placing your underwear on top as Ben sat on the toilet seat. When you were sufficiently undressed Ben reached for your hand, pulling you towards him. Looking up at you he ran his fingers lightly over your thigh and up towards your pussy. Your heartbeat quickened as he touched you, his eyes dropping to watch his fingers as he pressed them into you.

“Gotta keep quiet,” he warned when you let out a soft moan, though he looked pleased with himself.

You nodded and bit your lip to stifle the whine you wanted to make as he withdrew his fingers.

“Turn around,” he said softly, “gonna sit that pretty cunt down on my cock?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, turning around and letting him guide you down onto his lap. Wrapping your hand around him again, you lined him up with your core and carefully took him into you, dropping your head back as you stretched around him.

Ben gasped softly against your ear as you paused, giving you both a moment to adjust. With one hand he held onto your hip, the other moving your hair away from your shoulder so he could press his lips to your neck.

You hummed as he found your pulse point, careful not to leave any marks, and rocked against him. The toilet was lower to the floor than most seats so you could still touch the floor with your feet which allowed you a little more leverage. Slowly you lifted yourself up a little and then sank back down, encouraged by the way Ben’s breath sounded airier than before. He dropped the hand that had been in your hair, letting it fall down your back and then sliding it around to squeeze your breasts through your shirt.

“Speed up,” he muttered, “don’t want anyone to interrupt,”

You nodded and began to ride him properly, his chest pressed against your back as you swivelled your hips. He kept mouthing at your neck and shoulder, shifting the hand from your hip, letting it drag over your clit. You swore as he rubbed at you, earning a softly chuckled “shhh,” in your ear. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle of his cock, gasping when it hit a particularly good spot.

“Pull my hair,” you panted, whining when you felt the tug.

His fingers still moved against your clit, pushing you toward the edge as you grinded against him, trying to reach your high before he had to pull out. Ben must have been thinking along the same lines as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your body. He pulled his hand from your clit for a moment, hissing at you to take over as he threw his and out to grab the sink, bracing himself as he thrust up into you as much as the space would allow. The added stimulation was enough to tip you over the edge, Ben groaning as you tightened and shook as the orgasm washed over you. You slumped back against his chest when you were done, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t want to rush you but, I’m very close right now, so if you still want me to pull out,”

“Fuck, sorry,” you breathed, rising and letting him slip from you.

“‘s alright,” he gasped, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.

“Let me,” you turned and leaned forward, one hand on his thigh to support yourself, as you took his tip into your mouth, your other hand stroking him off.

“Jesus,” he grunted through gritted teeth, only managing to hold his orgasm back a few seconds more.

You only stood up when you were sure he was finished, swallowing as you turned to check your reflection in the mirror. You wiped around the edge of your mouth just to double check there was no evidence and then reached for your pants, glancing at Ben as you hurried to put them on.

“That was fun,” he said softly.

“Yeah, very.”

“Are you going to tell Percy?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

Ben nodded as he did up his zip, “You go back to your seat first, in case he’s woken up. I’ll come out in a few minutes, okay?”

“Alright,” you smoothed down your hair and turned to the door, “I’ll see you in a minute I guess. And I don’t think I need to say anything about not mentioning this, right?”

“Hey, I don’t want it getting out any more than you do.”

“Good,” you turned back to Ben and gave him a quick kiss, “I am happy we did that, though. Think I would have regretted it if we didn’t.” You gave him a smile before turning to leave. You quickly walked back down the aisle, hoping nothing was too amiss with your appearance and took the seat beside your sleeping boyfriend again.

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2020 #smut blurb #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #did briefly think of having ben slip reader his number #but uhhh #that felt too out of character lmao #Anonymous

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damxnbaird · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @racingliners to share seven of my favourite comfort films yeehaw

I don't really watch many films tho so who knows what's gonna be on this list lmao (but when I do watch films i watch them obsessively)

1/ Skyfall - I've literally watched this film over 100 times and I'm not exaggerating. It's probably my favourite film and you can tear it from my cold dead hands

2/ Casino Royale - Similar fo skyfall but on a smaller scale. I used to fall asleep to this so much and watch it before and after school and urgh i just love it

3/ Captain America: The First Avenger - I used to watch this on my tablet during my free lessons in sixth form. I'd rest it up against my laptop screen as I did my IT work in the common room. 10/10 would die for bucky

4/ Mulan - I'm not here for historical accuracies I'm here for tunes and gay panic. Loving this film is basically a rite of passage for trans masc kids

5/ X-Men: First Class - I'm a sucker for xmen films but this was one of the few films i just adored from the first time i watched it. Its another of those films I used to watch during free lessons and when I couldn't sleep at night

6/ Pocahontas - Again I'm not here for historical accuracies just here for the vibez. I fuckin loved this film as a kid, and the sequel. I can't explain why. I still have this on video like a true hoarder

7/ The Greatest Showman - this is like a soft answer because i listen to the soundtrack at least once a week, i haven't seen the film for a while though

I tag @franchufeuillassier @mclarenault @big-horsejy @track-walk @obiwanbissaka and anyone else who wants to do this, tag me bc i guess i need new films to watch lmao

#I got to 4 and got stuck #Like I've watched a lot of films i guess #But not many that I'd call comforts or go to films 🤷🏻‍♂️#Tag games

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a-dd-i-c-t-ed · 6 years ago

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hey again it’s me. i am addicted to xmen at the moment so i wrote somethin with Warren. probably a lot of grammar mistake (not my first language and almost 2am here in the morning) and just a trash but i’m just learning doin for myself im sorry. warnings: agnst, death, violance so here it is.

It was cold. I didn’t feel anything. I blinked weakly and thought about what actually happened.

I was sitting on Professor Xavier class taking notes about what he was talk about and thinking. I missed him. I missed him bad to be honest. When we were children we lived in the forest alone. We were only together kinda connected. Always felt what happened when we were apart.

But they took him away. 2 years ago happened. We slept together when they came. Took him and never heard from him since that time.

Charles Xavier school was good. They were kind and I met with a lot of person like me. I had everything but him. That was my problem.

It was an easy day like usually. Classes and after I went to garden. I never really found any friend here. They tried but I just couldn’t let anyone in.

I had my powers to lock out Charles and Jean from my head. They couldn’t see my thoughts. I had my power to fly and lasers in my hands.

I was with Jean and Scott most of the time. They talked all the time lookin at me like a friend even if I was introvelt to talk too much.

My mind took small movies about us.

“Warren please stop” laughed loudly. He just didn’t stop tickiling me. “I’m about to use my powers on you”

“Oh darling are you threating me right now?” He give me small kisses on my neck made me moans quietly. “ I should punish you more then I guess...” whisperd to my ears. I got goosebumps my heart beats faster. Looked right into his eyes.

“Maybe I want you to punish me more” bite my lips playfully.

“I will darling I will” Warren kissed me passionately his wings went wide open fly up with me. My legs went around his hips kissed him like all the time. Like never before. Always.

Smiled a bit. Changed a lot after that. I didn’t really talk anyone. Maybe because I felt save with him and give me more powers to not scared from ‘normal’ people. He was always strong. When his father took him out when someone tried to kill him he never got scared. He stand up and fight until his last breath or knock them out.

But on that night he was scared.

“Yn wake up!” My eyes went wide open I had heavy breath

“What happend?!”

“They find us” I heard someone kick the door open and shouting. My body shaked and I didn’t know what to do. I freezed.

“Come on Yn we need to escape!” He grabbed my hand and tried to fly away but then someone shot.

“You can’t escape you freaks!” It was a man who spoke Warren was bleeding.

“No you can’t hurt him!” Lasers through my hands went wild I screamed and attacted them then take Warren outside.

“Is it hurt? It is that bad? Are you okay? Please say something!” My voice was shaking tears falled down on my face.

“I’m okay Darling” he wishperd with a small smile.

“No! Don’t lie to me! We need to get away from here please!” I cried out with my panic attack. No this is can’t happening! Then I heard other voices from everywhere.

“Come on please we need to fly! I help you!”

“You can’t take me with you..”

“SHUT THE HELL UP WARREN WE ARE GOING TO ESCAPE” shouted my angst was stringer than me.

“I hold them up and you can go Yn” he stood up “we don’t have much time Yn”

“No” shaked my head more tears came.

“It’s okay... Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.”

“No.. please.”

“I love you. I need you to be safe” he had a weak smile. “It’s okay” no it wasn’t.

“They are here!” Again them the hunters.

“Go Yn!” He didn’t give me a chance to say something he flew up in the sky “here I am bastards catch me if you can!” He shouted and went the oppositoned way then me.

The guns shooting was loud I flew up after him.

“Yn go away!” He looked back deep in his eyes I could see that fear. Even he didn’t showed me.

“But Warren..”

“Go! Now!” Bite my bittom lips to not cry to loud and flew all my powers needed to be fast.

Then I heard they shoot him down.

“Go Yn it’s okay!” Heard him. Last time.

I was flying for hours. Cried with closed eyes.

I was so tired. I felt pain all over my body. The windo cut me I was bleeding. My eyes opened but I couldn’t see.

Then everything was black.

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I felt my body shaking in fearness and sweatness. I was awake but I couldn’t open my eyes.

“Yn I’m here! Let me in whats happening?” Charles voice was like a miles away from me. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t. “Open you mind! I won’t hurt you I promise!” I felt my tears but I tried. I felt him in my head.

It was Warren. He was alive. He was different.

“I... need... to... save... him” whisperd haevy it was hard. I couldn’t came out of this dream.

“Yn I need you to wake up first.”

“Trying..”

“Breath...” I did. “Breath slowly do it for him.”

“I can’t” i felt weak and cried. I could speak but I couldn’t open my eyes. I just saw him and he was different like he didn’t even remember me.

“I need you to focus on yourself first! We will go there! He will remember you! Just need you to open your eyes Yn!” Charles voice closer then before. I felt my hands went out of my control lasers came out. “YN OPEN YOU EYES YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE!”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” I screamed sitting up with opened eyes jump out of the bad. “ I need to save him!” Grabbing my clothes madly.

“We will just calm down please!” Everyone was awake watching me at the door but I didn’t care.

“I NEED TO SAVE HIM CHARLES I CAN’T JUST CALM DOWN” shouted in agressive mood.

“Everyone get out of my room!” Looked the others they ran away without a word.

“I go with you.” Jean stayed.

“Me too.” Scott too.

“Okay Hank and me as well.” Charles looked at me.

It was a horrible place. Bed people shouted taked many for the winner.

They had guns.

With Jeans power they couldn’t see us. We stand in front of the cage.

One man was on the floor in blood I couldn’t see who did this to him.

But then I saw the wings.

“Warren..” whisperd in shock. “I need to get in” they tried to stop me but couldn’t someone already grabbed my hand but I attacked him with my power.

“It’s a freaks! That little kid drop her to the cage!” There was too many person to fight they hit me in the face and dropped in.

“Warren..” I stood up looked up at him cleaned my face from blood.

“Who the fuck is Warren!?” He was agressive. He had a lot of gash from fights.

But didn’t let me finish he attacked me. I flew up to block it. He tried but I didn’t fight back.

“Fight or they kill us!” Shouted at me but I couldn’t.

“They won’t hurt anyone I’m here.” Heard Charles voice in my head.

“Warren please! It’s me Yn” tried again. The people around us went outside without a word. He didn’t understand.

“Angel darling. Don’t make me angrier!” He flew and grabbed my arms stronger. He’s green eyes had no emotions.

“Warren remember the treehouse! Us! Your dad and everyone!” Whisperd silently.

“I don’t know what you think I am but I’m just going to kill you” shouted. Scott tried to open the cage in this time but he couldn’t even Jean. Charles was taking care the other people and Hank was looking after Charles if anything would happened there.

I was alone with him.

“Warren Worthington. Your father kicked you out when he found about wings. We meet in the woods first”

“Shut up!” He was grabbing my neck strong I couldn’t breath but I didn’t mind.

“We made out house there. Away from everyone.”

“You lying!” He punch me in the stomach with all his power. I fell down on the floor. Then hit me on the face. Everywhere he could. “ Stop speaking you piece of shit!” I wasn’t able to use any of my power. It hurt. He hitted my chest I felt my bones broke but nothing came out of me just blood.

“I CAN’T OPEN THE CAGE HE’S GOING TO KILL YN!” I heard Scott and Jean but I was see is him.

I put my arm on his face. He breaked it i screamed in pain.

“It hurt Warren please stop” cried out again. I felt like a baby who couldn’t do anything but crying.

“Still Angel.” He didn’t show any emotions.

“It’s okay. Just remember I love you. Everything is gonna be alright.” Sighed weakly wishper but I felt something sharp in my body.

“YN NO” I heard voices all around me but I didn’t feel any pain anymore.

“YN..” winked at Warren.

“Warren hey..” whisperd.

“Oh no.. what did I do?!” Winked more it was hard I felt sleepy.

“It doesn’t hurt. It’s okay. You are here. Agan. With me.” I smiled lazy. He put me on his lap.

“No.. help! PLEASE” he shouted but they couldn’t help. My bleed was all over me Jean cried Scott tried his best to not cried.

“It’s okay Warren. I’m going to be fine. I need to rest and sleep.” Whisperd eith closed eyes.

“No YN how could i dod this to you?! No please...”

“At least do you remember now?”

“Everything. Some mutant used his power to my memorie to not fight back. I just can’t.. I can’t lose you again YN.. I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I am doing please forgive me”

“It’s okay.” I put my hands on his face. Coughed blood but still didn’t feel anything. “I got you back in the end. Thats what matter.

“Hang on YN we got you!” Heard Charles nervous voice.

“It’s okay Professor Xavier. I am fine.” Murmured silently.

“YN no. I love you.. I need you.. I want to live rest of my life with you with kids and everything you can’t sleep!”

“Warren Worthington promise me one god damn thing. You never give up. No matter what no matter how hard just don’t. You are the love of my life” I felt pain suddenly tears fall down on my cheeks I was scared so scared. But once in my life I didn’t show anything of it. “You always will be the one but not in this life.” As I saw some light I was smiling. Around he’s face I saw my family waving to me. “I’m going to my family. They are waiting. I can see mommy and daddy.

“YN.. don’t leave I need you.”

“Just promise me you don’t let then control you. Don’t let the sadness in. Remember where we were before they came. We were happy. All thise beatiful memories like when we talking watching the stars and sleep and fly. Laughing on everything. Remember that not this moment. You didn’t hurt me at all in the end. You save me. And I am going to be thankful for this and all. Charles won’t hurt you. No one will.” Smiled. He cried kissed my forehead hugged me more closer to himself.

Then I saw just light. I was able to stand up and walk in it without looking back. I missed my family. Everyone.

But one look went back to him before it was all black.

#warren worthington x reader #warren worthington #warren worthington iii #imagine #ben hardy imagine #x-men #x-men imagine #ansty

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smorgasbordofobsessions · 4 years ago

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liveblog: bnha/mha, vol. 3

we left off with class 1-A having been ambushed by villains! aizawa got his ass beat, the disaster relief hero is dead(?), the class is doing okay against their own enemies, iida is on his way to tell the school that they need backup pronto, and all might has shown up!

ch. 18

oohhh shiragaki knows that all might is weakening??? oh this is fun

"carolina..." again what is with these state named attacks...

wht does "noumu" do? is it a negation similar to aizawa's quirk?

ohhh noumu is the venom-looking dude! okay. and his power is shock-absorption, which is cool. reminds me of, shaw from xmen first class thoguh that was more about kinetic conversion than absorption but not the point

oh the warp dude came back into play

midoriya is gonna go help all might!

KACCHAN!!!

the whole class is coming to all might's assistance!

"the symbol of peace won't go down as easy as you clowns"

ch. 19

kacchan is so smart haha

venom-dude has super regeneration as well

oh he's an artificial human thing

i feel like i MIGHT have watched this fight in a video clip??

shiragaki: "we're all categorized as either heroes or villains, but at the end of the day violence is violence. and who gets to decide right and wrong? society does!! the 'sympol of peace'? give me a break!! you're nothing more than a bludgeon of oppression yourself! violence only breeds more violence. and once we kill you, that'll be made known to the world!"

so, shiragaki has some feelings

like i said i love characters that have huge amounts of self-determination and the fact that all might is aware that he doesn't even have a minute of power left but he still is going to fight is really inspirational to me

ch. 20

shiragaki believes that all might used cheats because he literally unched venom-dude into the sky a al team rocket

does shiragaki speak into two different tones of voices? or maybe he just wavers easily between emotions?

the heroes have come! and the disaster relief hero is actually alive

ch. 21

cementoss can manipulate any and all concrete he touches as though it were clay

that's actually so cool!!!!

hm, so the leader (?) of the villain alliance is being talked to through a screen (unless he's the screen itself??) and shiragaki is "a symbol" of the villains i guess? i guess, the question i need answered is what atre the villain alliance's goal(s)? shiragaki made it kind of seem like violence for violence's sake but, that's too shallow, nad one could do that by being a run of t emill criminal if that's the case.

comminuted - comminute (v): to reduce to minute particles, syn-pulverize

aizawa has comminuted fractures which... i guess means that he basically has holes in his bones at this point? because if the fractures themselves are "reduced to minute particles" then there would really be nothing to mend, right? biology is not something i know

his orbital bones are also "powder" so, yeah, his quirk might be useless now

the principal letting the police investigate everything... i get it, but, wouldn't a higher agency than te civilian force be called in for this? the hereoes work for the government, so why is the local police handling this investigation?

all might has such faith in the student sof class 1-A :')

"yuuei's sports festival is approaching, boys nad girls!"

"oh yeah this is a school!!"

ch. 22

so it seems like uraraka ochako's name is a play on words, which sounds like fun

shiragaki's quirk "seems to entail disintegrating whatever he touches" m okay

aw all might, thoug hhe knows it's naive, wants to help shiragaki see the light

the yuuei sports festival replaced the olympics?!!!? crazy

iida is so cute

uraraka is raring to go!!!

"i'm going to become a hero and ear money, without fail and i'm going to give my mom and dad the easy life they deserve!"

URARAKAAAA!!!!

all might has a limit of 50min now wow. what a drop from 3hrs

all might wants midoriya to debut as the next "symbol of peace!"

ch. 23

all might: "i''ll tell you what, you're already absolutely unmatched - in the world of utter nonsense!!!"

eijirou: "oh man.......!! there's so much manliness to be had in sheer simplicity."

midoriya saying he's gonna try his best :')

midoriya's mom is watching him! thanks for that panel

ch. 24

inchote (adj): being only partly in existence or operation; especially, imperfectly formed or formulated

"the hero world's inchoate little eggs"

im' learning new words from this manga and i really like that

kacchan: "you'll all make fantastic stepping stones, i'm sure"

18+ only hero, midnight - minus her outfit, what makes her 18+ only?

momo wondering where yuuei gets the funding for giant robots and, lt us NOT forget that yuuei is funded by te government

ch. 25

tetsutetsu tetsutetsu: first off, what a name; second he has a steel quirk that works like eijirou's hardening quirk! that's cool

sero hanta has cellophane tape shoot out his elbows - which is fucking great if he worked at a postal delivery place

tokoyami fumikage has a retractable shadow-monster that can materialize and come to his aid

funny, i would think the dude with the bird face could fly

also, luckily my naruto knowledge is so well rounded (sarcasm) because i know that kage means shadow haha

so the department of support is like rsearcch and development?

iida loves his brother and this is a complex we should absolutely encoruage

todoroki's father is the #2 hero, endeavor

ohmygod wait - isn't endeavor the one with the chest that everyone loves??????

kacchan!!

midoriya using the shockwaves to "surf" across the field! so msart!

ch. 26

MIDORIYA IS SO SMART TO USE THE SHOCKWAVES FROM THE LANDMINES TO FLY OVER THE LEADS!!!!

midoriya's mom is me

shiragaki watching the festival!!

the department of management discussing marketing! i like this!

kacchan came in third! what a blow haha

also i know that todoroki wants to vercome his father! so i'd like to see how he does that

wouldn't it be funny if endeavor is a real softie and is just super proud of todoroki?? haha

i'm a bit amazed at see the "full" ranking!

human cavalry: you can form 2-4 person teams freey and form a horseback configuratin

oh this reminds me of both wheelbarrow and chicken

the translator talked about how the "izu" character in izuka's name can be read as "de" and that deku is short for dekunobou, which means good for nothing blockhead!

i like that this was explained

also thanks again to the translator for explaining sports festivals in japan. what a nice cultural note to have

oh the prinicpal "is an extremely rare example of a quirk manifesting in an animal" INSTERESTING

what a fun volume!!

#liveblog #bnha #mha

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bruhwhyth0 · 5 years ago

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WHY THO?

Jesus Christ I was really hoping I’d never have to do this again. I honestly don’t know what is worse, having to watch another shitty movie or rereading my old blog posts and realizing that they were lower in quality than the movies I was reviewing. Fortunately it doesn’t really matter because I know for a fact that my -2 followers don’t seem to mind. But here I am. Once again I must swallow my pride and sumit myself to literal torture all in the name of a grade. To my suprise choosing a crappy movie was almost as difficult as watching one. So many options. So much low hanging fruit. However movies of this nature can always be a mixed bag. I remember when I first started this blog a few years ago some reviews never left my drafts because I didn't have much to write about. Sometimes a movie is so mediocre, so bad, that it can’t even excel at being an awful pile of crap. I chose to write about bad movies because I figured it would be entertaining. You’d think some films, in their own demented way, could at least entertain. But no. Can’t even get that right. I’d find myself at 2’o’clock in the morning looking at my notes only to realize that I basically wrote nothing. All I had was a lingering sense of regret and confusion; like I’d just woken up from a drunken one night stand. All I could do is ask myself, “What the hell did I just watch?” So as I revisit this deserted island I call my blog for what most likely will be the last time, I want to make sure that it is worth it. If I’m going to verbally assault a movie, I’m going to make sure it is an easy target. That was my thought process at least. I soon realized that just because a movie is easy to write about, that doesn’t mean it is easy to watch.

So what movie did I force upon my soul do you ask? Why CATS of course. Because who doesn’t like Cats? Everyone loves cats. What’s not to love about an ungrateful and rude animal that walks around your house like it owns the place. An animal that bites, scratches, and claws at anything it deems unworthy. “Let's make a movie, based off the perverted 80s Broadway production that centered around these literal spawns of Satan,” said every Hollywood executive with their head up their ass. As a matter of fact they thought it was such a good idea that they dropped 95 million U.S. dollars on it.

Now before I continue, as I typed “cats budget” in my google search bar, take a guess what came up after “cats bu..”. CATS BUTTHOLE SMELL. Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is wrong with people? I tried recreating it in the search bar to screenshot but I couldn’t get it to come up, but trust me. I know what I saw. What is it with cat people man? Seriously. Really threw me off my train of thought.

But yeah, 95 big ones. A lot of good things could have been done with that money, but nope. We needed a live action adaptation of Cats. Did anyone who thought this was a good idea even see the play? That shit was weird. I didn’t watch it, cause, well why the hell would I?

But from the bare minimum research that I did do, the general consensus was that it was a shitty play that made lots of money because people are dumb and will watch anything. I guess producers were hoping lightning would strike twice. If you saw the play you would know that there is literally no plot. It has nothing. It is literally a bunch of weirdos dressed like anthropomorphic cats dry humping each other and singing for 2 hours. I swear its target audience had to consist of lonely 12 years old, sad housewives, and perverts. I tried watching the musical just to get a general reference of the living hell I was going to put myself in only to be utterly mortified. My eyes and ears didn’t last 5 minutes. How it made all the money it did baffles me. But I’m not here to talk about this crime against humanity, I’m here to rip into its bastard child. And boy, oh boy, is there a lot to talk about.

$14.99 in and I’m already regretting my life choices. Everything in my life has led me to this moment and I really wish I could change that. Thanks to what a box office bomb this movie was, I can’t rent it anywhere. I can only buy it. Figures. You're already off to a bad start movie. 2 minutes into the opening scene and I already hate it. People walking around on all fours in fursuits, licking their genitals, singing dancing, some crappy asymmetric musical. WHY! Oh god why did people make this? What kind of furry bullshit is this? I am going to be completely transparent. I’m writing this while I’m watching the movie. I’m not even 5 minutes in and I want to blow my brains out. This is not hyperbole, I wish it was. I can’t dude. I can’t watch this fucking movie. All the characters speak in these weird haikus with British accents. I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t know what anyone is saying half the freaking time. So many made up words and phrases. It's like the script was written by some Dr. Suess rejected. I genuinely have no idea what is going on. I was really hoping that for once one of my reviews wouldn’t sound like the rantings of a madman. But I can’t help it. This crap is rotting my brain. Seriously what is going on. Maybe I’m a simpleton who doesn’t get musicals, but I shit you not there is no plot. I have no idea what the hell is going on. How do you have a movie with no plot?

It’s just singing about being cats... and their FEET. JESUS CHRIST THEY HAVE FEET. No CGI paws. BARE. HUMAN. FEET. God why. How as an actor, do you go on set, act like a literal animal and tell yourself, “yeah this is gonna pan out great.” How did they sit down and go, “I’m going to sit here, lick a fake bowl of milk, sing and dance nonsense, then proceed to lick my non-existent cat balls.” I literally watched an actor snarl directly into the camera. When I went to find out who it was, I was unsurprised to see that all the pictures of the actors were gone. Just names. With a little digging I found out it was Ian Mckellen, you know, from Lord of the Rings. Magneto from Xmen. That Ian Mckellen. Yup, and he snarled to the camera like a cat. Anything for a paycheck right? Who am I to judge, I watched 2019’s Cats for an English class. Who is really losing here, cause frankly I don’t know anymore. If I have anything positive to say about this movie is that it has less dry humping than its source material. Key word less. I better get an A for this.

An hour into the movie and I still don’t know what the fuck is going on. Some dude in overalls is tap dancing. He's a “railway cat” cause he's a conductor or something. I physically cannot do this. I'm dying on the inside. A light inside me is slowly fading. Countless abhorrent musical numbers. Too many for a man to take. To put things in perspective, I did not like Hamilton. Did I respect it for what it was? Of course. Not my cup of tea though. Hamilton was a great musical, arguably one of the best, and I did not enjoy it whatsoever. Now here I am watching Cats. Just a little perspective.

As I came to the end of the movie I saw that I missed all kinds of things. There was a love plot, some kind of contest, and villain. But that didn’t concern me. All I could focus on was how I wasted an hour and a half of my life.

An hour and a half wasted on this.

Do you think God left us because he feared what he created? I sure as hell do. The philosophers were right. Everyday Pantheism is making more and more sense. And if not that nihilism. God is dead. God is most certainly dead. Don’t believe me? The GIF above is all the proof you need.

I was hoping that for once one of these blogs would have some sense of conformity. Some sort of cohesion. Maybe an ounce of legitimacy. But I couldn’t. There is something about these movies that drain the life from you. Every second spent looking at my computer screen I felt brain cells dying. I might as well have drunk a whole 750 milliliter bottle of Everclear. That or bang my head against a wall for 15 minutes. Either would have been just as effective; and probably more efficient.

I thought that I could improve upon the quality of my blog. When I reread my old post I realized that they had no depth. I thought maybe it was me. Right? I was 15, What did I know about good writing? No. It never had anything to do with me. Movies like Cats are such horrendous abominations of human creation, that there is literally no way to talk about them with any form of professional effort. They are shallow. There is nothing to analyze. How can you analyze garbage? Art requires respect if it wants to be reviewed and judged accordingly. Cats and films like it don’t have my respect and never will. I type this with immense pleasure. Never again. Never will I ever put myself through this bull again. Thankfully, for the last time. I can ask Why Tho?

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eurusholmmes · 8 years ago

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Leather Jackets and Sassy Children| Old Man Logan

This is a Male!Reader best friend oneshot and the VERY LAST Logan request. Young!Logan are not being accepted right now and probably won’t be for quite some time.

Requested by Anon - Male Christian Mutant (with the powers of pyrokinetics that have faded over the years) who goes on the road trip during the Logan film along with Charles and Laura. He doesn’t approve of Logan killing but he understands why. Maybe a scene where the reader is distracted by a woman in a leather jacket and Laura teases him about it secretly, without talking as she doesn’t talk much.

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @itsbrittbrattt @xavier-chxrles @rivertales @tigers-have-teeth @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @let-it-go-and-live-again @buckybabble @avengers-bucky-fanfic @castawaybarnes @katiedreamy @cleanslates @lokigoddess

*This is shorter then the other ones, and as soon as it’s posted I will make sure to update the Masterlist!

“Class? This is y/n y/l/n. He’s our newest student and one of our most powerful pyrokinetics.” Charles Xavier announced, rolling his wheelchair into the training area where he’d begun teaching a class. You’d seen several of the students before - Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers.. The first three members of the X-Men. “We’re going to train him and he’ll be the most powerful ally we have.”

Your first experiences with the School For The Gifted had been in the late nineties, where you’d trained vigorously for six months before being accepted into the Xmen. Friendship came easily to you; people had always gravitated to your personality. That was… until Logan Howlett came barreling through the front door and completely changed that.

You had never expected to be here - fugitives on the run from bounty hunters, facing the end of your kind as you knew it.

“And who’s this chump?” Logan snapped, motioning to you with a flick of his cigar as Charles swallowed the growing lump in his throat. You excused yourself from Jean and Storm only to send the middle finger to the Wolverine. “Oh.. I like you. Still haven’t told me your name yet.”

“Y/n y/l/n. And you?” You replied, eyeing the leather jacket and wifebeater tanktop before allowing your gaze to fall on his face.

“Logan. Logan Howlett.”

Logan had always been hostile, but never to the degree he was now. Ever since the fall of Xaviers School during the Westchester Incident, the only person he would ever remotely let near him to talk about the demons raging inside his head was you. You’d also picked up a habit or two of his - which included smoking whenever the world was just too much for you to handle.

But the one thing the two of you always disagreed on was killing. Prime example - when Logan had been ambushed by several men attempting to steal the rims of his tires on the limo and in return had completely dismembered them with his claws.

You understood it. You did. You just wish you didn’t have to live in a world where it resorted to that.

“You’ve been checking that chick out for ten minutes now, you idiot.” Logan chastised, snickering when you straightened your spine and downed the whiskey in front of you. “Dude. Go talk to her. I can’t watch you drool all day.”

Needless to say, the woman you’d been looking at immediately turned you down and sped out of the place; leaving you flustered and Logan howling at the front bar.

So to say you were shocked whenever Laura came into his life and revealed that she was his daughter.. That was an understatement. It turned out that you quite enjoyed spending time with Laura because not only did she not speak, she knew exactly what type of woman you were interested in.

The two of you were standing in the main lobby of the casino in Las Vegas, waiting for Logan and Charles to finish booking your hotel room for the night. You were spattered with blood and running on fumes, unkempt hair swept in front of your eyes that were red rimmed with exhaustion. Laura was standing quietly beside you - brown eyes scanning the people milling around inside of the Casino.

Until she caught the sight of a dark haired woman at one of the machines, hair pulled back behind her shoulders as her eyes scanned the screen in front of her. It wasn’t her looks that had caught Laura’s attention - it was the leather jacket that had.

The child gently nudged you in the ribs, causing you to grunt as you glanced down at her by your side. She motioned across the room with her head, her lips turned upward in a smirk as you narrowed your eyes at the woman she was referring to. “What?” You asked as you rose your eyebrows out of confusion. “Are you picking out women for me? Seriously?”

Laura grinned widely as the same woman who you’d been staring at for the past five minutes - stepping away from her machine and beginning to sashay towards you. “You are lonely.” Laura simply replied. “I need you to not be lonely anymore.”

“Laura-”

Before you could protest, the dark haired woman moved to stand by your side while Laura rushed off to follow Logan and Charles up to their room. You managed a sly smile as the woman extended her hand in greeting. “I saw the girl whispering to you and looking at me. Figured I’d introduced myself. Besides.. you’re one good looking man.” She mused. “I’m Anna. You?”

“Y/n y/l/n.” You glanced around the room before setting eyes on the open bar. “You mind if I buy you a drink, Anna? I can’t just leave a woman like you alone.. especially in that jacket.” Annas eyes darkened as she stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against the shell of your ear.

“Well then I guess I’m not going to be alone tonight.”

The next morning after the fiasco with Charles, the four of you were on the road again. You continued glancing down at your cellphone. smirking as you had been sending messages back and forth between yourself and Anna since you’d departed from her this morning.

“Dude.. what the heck are you doing glued to your phone?” Logan replied. “You vanished yesterday-” Realization crossed his face as a grin quirked his lips upward into a devious smile. “You got laid by that girl Laura told me about, didn’t you?”

“Dude! Laura!” You exclaimed, lightly smacking the childs arm as she burst into hysterical laughter. “You aren’t supposed to tell people that, especially your dad. That stuffs just not cool.”

Logan snickered quietly to himself as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Just so you know.. I’m never going to let you live it down. You slept with a girl that an eleven year old picked out.”

Turns out, he never did let you live it down.

#Logan 2017 #James Logan Howlett #PLATONIC #BEST FRIENDS #old man logan x reader #Kayla Grace writes imagines #xmen imagines #James Logan Howlett x reader #xmen oneshots #Character: Old Man Logan

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reactingtosomething · 8 years ago

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Reacting to X-Men: Evolution

An Entry Into the "Popular Girl Who Isn't a Bitch" Genre

The Setup: Find Miri and guest reactor Caroline’s reaction to the 90s X-Men cartoon, specifically the Dark Phoenix Saga, here. This installment directly continues that conversation and covers both X-Men: Evolution and comparisons between the two series.

Among other things, Evolution has the distinction of introducing Laura Kinney, a.k.a. X-23, who soon migrated to the comics, and whom most people now know from Logan. But as previously established, Miri is especially fond of Evolution’s Rogue, so for comparison to the 90s animated series, she and Caroline watched some Rogue-centric episodes and some Jean-centric ones: the pilot, “Power Surge,” “Walk on the Wild Side,” and “Self Possessed.”

MIRI: Ok, X-Men Evolution!

This show was one of the first pieces of culture that I can remember loving

CAROLINE: So as a youth I was SUPER against it on principle

Because I loved TAS so much

MIRI: Because it was SO different from what you knew and loved?

CAROLINE: So I never even gave it a chance

MIRI: Makes total sense to me

I appreciate you doing so now

What did you think?

CAROLINE: BUT I watched some maybe two years ago with a friend and was surprised by how much I enjoyed them!

MIRI: Yay!

CAROLINE: And I felt that way again watching these

MIRI: It’s just so charming, right?

CAROLINE: It's a very different take but one I can definitely enjoy

Oh for sure. Super charming

And I love anything that centers on a Jean/Scott love story

MIRI: I will say they are all shockingly bad at being subtle about their mutant powers. Like, the secret would be out in no time

Yes, they do the love triangle very interestingly, because it’s doubled with the whole football boyfriend thing

(Duncan?)

Yes, Duncan. AKA Jean’s terrible football boyfriend

CAROLINE: So this my main problem with the show I think: I either want ALL the X-Men to be mutant teens secretly figuring out their lives at a normal high school. Or I want the show to be set entirely at Xavier's school where everyone is a mutant

Doing both locations is just confusing to me and feels illogical within the world

MIRI: Huh. I feel like it works the way Buffy works. But I’m very biased, obviously

CAROLINE: It feels like having Xavier in their lives is too much of a safety net

Or the high school stuff is at odds with the training stuff somehow

MIRI: I see it more along the lines of Kim Possible having her life and her missions, and the tension of both against each other make each side more complex

But I will admit that the stakes are fairly uneven

CAROLINE: I guess I'm just used to the idea of the X-Mansion being a school

MIRI: And it’s unclear the extent to which they are being trained and for what purpose.

CAROLINE: So it's weird to me that they have two schools

MIRI: That makes sense

CAROLINE: And they live at one of those schools but learn at the other

MIRI: I think they may have tried to straddle the line between training these kids to be superheroes and training them to control their abilities for their own good/the safety of others

And kind of gone back and forth as the plot demanded, which isn’t great

CAROLINE: I was super into the high school stuff though

Which is why I wanted more of it

MIRI: Yeah, I think that is what works better

CAROLINE: Also Storm 100% should've been a teen too

I was a little mad about that

MIRI: Huh, so just Xavier, Wolverine, and Beast as the adults? That would have been entertaining

CAROLINE: Or... no adults

JUST TEENS

MIRI: Ooh, just all of them in high school?

I’m into that

CAROLINE: And no Wolverine, that voice actor was terrible

MIRI: What are you talking about, bub?

CAROLINE: Ha!

K: I do prefer this costume to his classic one, though

Even Wolverine as a teen would've been fine

I mean I realize that is entirely against the canon as he's ageless

But they could've made it work

Angsty teen Wolverine

MIRI: Eh, there’s plenty that’s against canon or just outside of it

Ok, I need to take a moment to just gush about how much I love angsty goth teen Rogue

Because it is A LOT

CAROLINE: Go for it!

MIRI: She has so many feelings and she wants to be loved so badly! And she makes the ridiculous outfits work shockingly well!

Basically, she was one of my first crushes and I had NO idea that was true until like 4 years ago

M: Bisexuality in a heteronormative world is an adventure, kids.

CAROLINE: I feel like the movies and these two series give us three VERY different takes on Rogue

Yet they all work really well on their own ways

MIRI: And the voice actress is amazing.

Yes! I’d say this one is a little closer to the film one, but still pretty different

CAROLINE: Yeah she's great! I great cartoon crush all around

MIRI: Hahahah thanks

Honestly, I thought the Scott/Jean/Rogue love triangle moments at the end of the “Power Surge” episode were the most compelling storytelling EVER as a kid. Especially when Jean talks through Rogue at the end

CAROLINE: Oh yeah that was heartbreaking

MIRI: I think the way people changed from x-men to Brotherhood in this show is really interesting

CAROLINE: And Rogue's powers being a metaphor for unrequited high school love is perfect

Oh yeah that one dude was super hot

Speaking of cartoon crushes

MIRI: Which one?

CAROLINE: Quake maybe?

In my head he was Gambit, which he definitely wasn't

MIRI: Ohhhhh Lance? The one Kitty seems to be dating in the second episode?

CAROLINE: Yes! I was super into him

MIRI: Not my type of unwashed 90s boy, but I respect your opinion

I like that they can be dating or friends or whatever, which on “Enemy” teams

CAROLINE: It's a fun idea

MIRI: And Tabitha can change sides, but then also be a in a girl gang with Jean, Kitty, Rogue, and Amara

CAROLINE: And another reason I feel like the show would've been better if it were an all high school series

MIRI: You may be converting me here

CAROLINE: Aahaha

I did really enjoy Kitty as well!

She wasn't a big part of TAS or really the movies either

K: In the comics, she’s actually introduced in the Dark Phoenix arc

MIRI: The fake Valley Girl thing bothered me at first, but you get used to it super fast and I like the character a lot

CAROLINE: And this series encapsulates her nicely

MIRI: No, she was super secondary in the movies

Which is a shame because Ellen Page

CAROLINE: I love how diverse the X-Men are in terms of personality types

That's a fun conceit of the show

These people probably wouldn't have been high school friends if they weren't linked by their powers

MIRI: And on that score, the conceit of them all living in the Institute is nice

CAROLINE: And now they all have to figure out how to get along

That's true

MIRI: Because they’re pseudo siblings in a way they wouldn’t be without living together

CAROLINE: But also they're all dating each other?

MIRI: ….yes

CAROLINE: This is where things get weird

MIRI: Also yes

CAROLINE: And the amount of supervision they have is confusing to me

It's either a ton or none

MIRI: Mostly none

CAROLINE: The show probably just didn't want to deal with parents, which I get

But I don't think this Xavier is a great caretaker of teens

MIRI: I like the terrible attempts at lamp-shading like when the kids say “I can’t believe Duncan’s parents let him have parties”

Yeah, this Xavier is more of a Fun Uncle than a parent

CAROLINE: A recipe for disaster

Anyway the interpersonal dynamics between the teens were all great

Especially Scott and Jean, as I mentioned before

This Scott voice actor is SO much better than TAS guy

MIRI: Yeah, they really are fun. I totally forgot that it takes them so long to get together

In part because they’re clearly endgame from the beginning

CAROLINE: "Boring couples who take a long time to get together" is my favorite thing in the world

MIRI: And in part because my heart always lay with Rogue and I had a lot of sympathy for her doomed crush, since Scott clearly loved Jean

Hahahahaha

Also, they both have amazing hair

CAROLINE: SO amazing

Although I feel like this version of Jean is a little off somehow?

MIRI: Scott’s little floppy front bits are the most of the era thing

How so?

CAROLINE: From her comic book characterization I mean

I'm not sure I would immediately see her as a popular star athlete

Her empathy is spot on

MIRI: Yeah, I think they felt like that was a high school archetype they had to use or something

CAROLINE: But in my mind she would be a student council leader or something

Well-liked but maybe not "popular" in the conventional sense

MIRI: The perfect student who is perfect at everything and feels so much pressure from it feels like a story that was on every other show at the time

CAROLINE: True

MIRI: It is interesting to see an x-men (x-man?) who is popular

CAROLINE: But that is basically what I imagine for her

True!

MIRI: since they are fundamentally outsiders in so many ways

I wonder if a non-mutant friend/frenemy who inhabited that spot would have worked better

CAROLINE: There’s an interesting subtext in X-Men about mutants that can "pass" as human.

Especially with Kurt as a kind of POV character in the premiere

MIRI: VERY!

CAROLINE: Who obviously has such a bigger hurdle than Jean when it comes to joining normal society

MIRI: They did interesting (and unfortunately on the nose) things with that concept re: Beast and Mystique in First Class

And here it’s less explicitly addressed but I feel like I’m ok with that

CAROLINE: Agreed. And TAS doesn't necessarily delve into much at all

TAS kind of focuses on the big social metaphors

Whereas Evolution is about the personal side of being a mutant

MIRI: The opening Toad stuff delves into this a bit too--those guys made a lot of toad puns/insults for people who didn’t know he was a mutant

CAROLINE: And both are super compelling parts of the X-Men franchise!

MIRI: And I think the contrast of that kind of thing versus the loving “fuzzy elf” comments to Kurt from the other Xmen is interesting

Yeah, there’s a lot of different ways to use the “mutants as other” thing well

CAROLINE: I will say, while Evolutions is incredibly watchable, the episodes we watched could also feel a little shallow?

TAS crams WAY more story into 20 minutes than Evolutions seem to

MIRI: Yeah, I will not argue with that

CAROLINE: Even if it does so in a pretty stilted way

MIRI: I think this is a very clear shift to the idea that kids shows should be about kids and Kid Things

CAROLINE: Agreed

Kind of talking down to the audience at times.

MIRI: They do more than that sometimes, and there are episodes that deal with more serialized plot elements that we didn’t watch

But for the most part they are simple stories with not a whole ton going on

CAROLINE: But with solid nuance in the subtext!

MIRI: true!

CAROLINE: Just not maybe in the actual storytelling

MIRI: exactly

I think it was very much designed to be watched as a Saturday morning cartoon, in a block with like 5 other shows

CAROLINE: But I could still totally see myself watching more when I'm bored someday

They are fun and sweet and require very little from you

MIRI: I might be wrong about that, but that’s how I remember it

CAROLINE: Whereas TAS tends to feel drawn out

In a way that's both good and bad

MIRI: Yeah, it’s very easy to just let Evolutions play on autoplay

I did really love the concept of one of these episodes though, and it will probably surprise no one which it was

CAROLINE: Ha! The Rogue one?

MIRI: Actually not! I like the character moments in that a lot, but as a discrete episode concept “Walk on the Wild Side” may be one of my favorite things that has ever happened

CAROLINE: Oh yeah that one was abused and delightful

MIRI: I mean it’s kind of terrible and every genre show ever has done version of it

CAROLINE: *absurd

MIRI: but is adored it

CAROLINE: It's very fun!

MIRI: A musical roller blading superhero girl gang getting dressed and bonding sequence is basically what’s lacking from all current superhero media.

(That and enough female characters of consequence to actually have a girl gang. SHADE INTENDED)

CAROLINE: And a random music video sequence!

Please see the amazing music video sequence at the end of this post!

Who doesn't want one of those?

MIRI: No one I want to know

CAROLINE: I also really loved the Rogue/Jean dynamic that seems to exist throughout the series

Kind of like the Cyclops/Wolverine one in TAS

MIRI: Yes! There’s always a tension, but also a love and kind of understanding

Like, we’re both in versions of the same situation and we can hate each other or understand each other

CAROLINE: They maybe don't always get along and are sometimes rivals but there's mutual respect and admiration there

MIRI: I really like that

CAROLINE: Not making the two "rival" female characters hate each other feels pretty progressive for the early 2000s

Or for now

MIRI: Sadly true

The gender stuff is handled super clumsily and I’m pretty sure Tabitha is a full 7 years older than Amara, but I just love the girl gang dynamic they get to SO MUCH

CAROLINE: Ha! I was really not into Tabitha

But I did love Amara

MIRI: She’s annoying, but I love that she can be well intentioned and also bad at it

I mean, she’s an asshole. Honestly, stop blowing people up in the shower and shaving people’s heads

CAROLINE: Yeah she was way too much for me

MIRI: But her destroying the car and thinking that was helpful seems very true to form to me

CAROLINE: Jean's feminist rage was amazing

MIRI: Defintiely

(I cannot type that word correctly today!)

I also really loved Scott falling out of his chair

CAROLINE: And as much as I don't fully buy into Jean's characterization I do like her as an entry into the "popular girl who isn't a bitch" genre

MIRI: A rare and compelling genre!

CAROLINE: See also: Liz in Spider-Man Homecoming

MIRI: LOVED her

CAROLINE: That blonde girl in Princess and the Frog

MIRI: Also a fave

CAROLINE: It's an underserved genre

And, again, an asset of having a big ensemble cast

Lots of POVs to sympathize with

MIRI: They did a good job of letting the focus shift in different episodes

CAROLINE: And some really solid high school metaphors! The idea of being along onstage and being able to read everyone's critiques of you is legit terrifying

MIRI: There’s a pretty reliable core of Jean/Scott/Rogue, but there are definitely episodes that focus on Kitty and Kurt, or Spyke or whoever

CAROLINE: *mentally read

MIRI: This episode and the Buffy telepathy episode combined to convince me that telepathy would be a horrifying super power

CAROLINE: I remember liking Spyke a lot, although he wasn't in any of the episodes we watched for this

MIRI: I know! I’m sorry about that

CAROLINE: Although I still maintain they just should've made Storm a teen rather than giving her a nephew

MIRI: I did get to be reminded of the fact that he SKATEBOARDS INTO BATTLE though

hahahahaha noted

CAROLINE: Keep Spyke, just make her Storm's cousin or something

*him

MIRI: I like how adamant you are on this point

CAROLINE: I feel VERY strongly about it

MIRI: Does Storm being one of the adults in the (earlier) movies bother you?

CAROLINE: No because it felt like we were supposed to be equally invested in the adults and the kids there

Although Storm was definitely underutilized, which sucks

But this is CLEARLY a teen show first and foremost

MIRI: Ahhh, it’s the sidelining that bugs you. That’s a good point

Yeah, I’m with you there

CAROLINE: Although going back to costumes, Storm's costume here is pretty cool!

MIRI: The adults don’t have plots, with the sort of exception of Mystique

CAROLINE: Not as iconic as in TAS but a sleek update

MIRI: Yes! Basically Storm is always amazing looking

CAROLINE: I was pretty happy with all the designs

Kitty's collar was adorable

Jean's costume is MUCH more flattering than in TAS

MIRI: I have serious questions about Mystique’s little skull details around her waist

Yeah, Jean upgraded

Rogue’s goth outfits are obviously amazing

CAROLINE: I have serious questions about Mystique in this series

MIRI: YES, please ask them

I do too

How long did Mystique raise Rogue? Like, did she take 5-10 years off of being Magneto’s henchwoman? Was she a stay at home mom? did she have a day job?

CAROLINE: I guess mainly just: Does she need to be here?

Ahahah

Different lines of questioning

But those too!

MIRI: Let’s do yours first, because there’s no way to answer mine

CAROLINE: She just felt out of place to me

Not sure if it's a performance thing or what

MIRI: I like her as a betrayer for Rogue, and the danger being right there in the school in a way they couldn’t fight

I feel like it may have worked better if we’d watched the whole arc, but I may just be being generous in my recollections

CAROLINE: No that's super fair

I think she was just WAY too much of a cackling villain in the premiere

And I kind of tuned out

MIRI: The moments where she talked to shadow monster Magneto (which, what even??) did feel really out of place to me

CAROLINE: Again, I kind of just want it to be a low stakes (but high for the characters) high school show

MIRI: I wonder if it was a case of the writers wanting to do the big plotty arcs like Apocalypse but not knowing how to marry them with the high school problem of the week thing

CAROLINE: Without the mythology stuff

Yeah there's clashing creative impulses there for sure

MIRI: Yeah, I think you’re right

Honestly, I didn’t remember anything about magneto or Apocalypse in this series

Not a bit

But I could have described the scene where Jean is floating in the air surrounded by stuff and they all try to help her in perfect detail

CAROLINE: Totally

MIRI: They definitely did a much better job with the teen stuff, you’re right

CAROLINE: Secretly I don't care about plot at all

I just want character moments

That's how I feel about TAS too

I don't remember storylines but I remember Storm's claustrophobia.

MIRI: I didn’t know she was claustrophobic

That’s so relatable

I love it

CAROLINE: Yes! It's SUCH a great character detail

She's an all-powerful goddess

But also has a completely relatable fear

I think there's an episode where a building collapses and she's trapped in rubble

MIRI: Also it makes total sense because her powers would not help at all

CAROLINE: I remember finding that SO compelling as a kid

MIRI: Ahhhhh that is a nightmare to me

(I actually am claustrophobic)

CAROLINE: I always relate to characters way more through their weaknesses than their strengths

YOU ARE STORM

MIRI: I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO FLATTERED

M: Look at Storm, living her best life, raising some plants, being an inspiration

K: One of the great sorrows of the movie rights separation of the X-Men from the MCU is that we may never see Storm as the Black Panther’s One Who Got Away (or, well, The One His Marriage to Whom He Annulled Because an X-Man Flooded the Capital of Wakanda While Possessed by a Fragment of the Phoenix Force)

M: I have a lot of questions

Actually that’s a lie: I was once told that I looked like the female leader of an otherwise male motor cycle gang

CAROLINE: Ha!

MIRI: And while it’s utterly untrue and ridiculous, I hold that compliment close to my heart to this day

CAROLINE: As you should!

MIRI: I look like a preschool teacher more than anything else, but I want to look like a motor cycle gang leader

At least the tv version of one

CAROLINE: You can be both

MIRI: Thank you ❤️

CAROLINE: Preschoolers are just a mini motorcycle gang

MIRI: that is SO true

Ok, one more episode that I do want to talk about specifically--the Rogue one, aka “Self Possessed”

I like that this storyline totally follows the same early beats as “Power Surge” and they have zero shame about it. They even show flashes of scenes from “Power Surge” in the cold open

CAROLINE: And I enjoyed both episodes!

MIRI: Same!

I’m also really impressed on an animation front--all of these transformations must have been a job and a half

CAROLINE: The Evolutions animation style is just so much more pleasing to watch

MIRI: Yeah, I’m way more into this one visual

CAROLINE: Even as I can appreciate the detail of TAA

MIRI: *visually

CAROLINE: *TAS

I do think "Self Possessed" gets a little style over substance at the end though

As I think Evolutions often does

MIRI: Yeah, it’s that light on story, heavy on Coolness thing again

CAROLINE: Yeah they could've crammed a lot more story in there I think

As TAS makes clear, even separate from the multi-episode structure

MIRI: The amount of story they did have definitely could have happened in 12 minutes or so

Made super clear by the way they reused clips--we only watched 3 other episodes, and we’d already seen several chunks of this episode

Also, I really can’t tell if Sabertooth has plot lines or if he just shows up to cause some indiscriminate violence whenever they need it

CAROLINE: I feel like that's what Sabertooth is best at

MIRI: I know that’s not super relevant in this episode, but it reminded me of it

That’s fair

Also, he seems to be Wolverine’s dad in this iteration??

CAROLINE: I love how drastically storylines can change between iterations

MIRI: Or maybe it was brother, which is what I think they are in other versions. I don’t know.

K: Just in X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which was so bad that the Days of Future Past movie retconned most of it out of existence.

M: I may have read the graphic novelization prequel to the Wolverine origins movie.

Yeah, same toys in drastically different sandboxes

Oh, on that score--Can Mystique transform into animals in other iterations?

CAROLINE: Ooh good question!

I'm not sure

K: Not originally, but I haven’t gone through all the alternate reality versions

MIRI: It was very cool but also kind of felt like cheating to me

CAROLINE: She changes into a statue in the first live action movie

So there's that

MIRI: Ohhh, the mini state of liberty? Am I remembering that right?

CAROLINE: Yes!

MIRI: Hmmmmmm, but did she actually change to statue, or just to be a woman who looks like a statue?

Either way it’s very cool

CAROLINE: Very

Okay so I think my thesis here is that TAS and Evolutions are different in intention and flawed in different ways, but they're both GREAT with characters in their own ways.

MIRI: Agreed!

For all “Self Possessed” is story light, I do like the question of identity Rogue is always wrestling with in the face of multiple people in her head

That’s very high school/human

CAROLINE: For sure! And they do cool stuff with that in the movies as well

Kind of

MIRI: Yeah, especially the first one. Then they move more into how do I be myself when I’m so limited in how I can touch people and express myself to the world

Which is also cool and important

CAROLINE: God, X-Men are just the best

I love sci-fi as metaphor

Or superheroes as metaphor

MIRI: Me too

Honestly, one of my least favorite things about the MCU and now the DCEU is that superheroes are so Adult now

Because the exploration of it all as metaphor for teenage things is so right to me

But obviously that’s not all they can/should be used for!

Look at the government business in the beginning of the first Xmen movie

CAROLINE: X-Men as a franchise is truly always relevant

In so many ways

MIRI: That’s such solid use of sci fi as 1:1 metaphor for real life. And it’s done SO well

I really just love the Xmen franchise a lot

CAROLINE: I must say, there's one area in which TAS is CLEARLY superior to every other X-Men iteration

And that's the THEME SONG

MIRI: hahahahahahhaha

CAROLINE: Maybe the best superhero theme song ever

vimeo

K: So good that this fan-made alternate title sequence for X-Men: First Class riffs on it in a cool-yet-unsettling way. (But my favorite superhero theme is probably Shirley Walker’s Danny Elfman-based Batman theme for the 90s-early 2000s DC cartoons.)

MIRI: BUT you must admit that the individual stylings of the names in the Evolution credits are delightful

CAROLINE: Sure sure. But it has nothing on that music

MIRI: Also the fact that the “credits” have their mutant names, not character names or actors’

CAROLINE: Which I was truly jamming out to while watching these eps

MIRI: Yes, the TAS music is better

CAROLINE: I had the same thought!

About the names

It's adorable

MIRI: Yes!

CAROLINE: And genuinely helpful for new viewers

MIRI: I am utterly mindblown that the two shows were so close together chronologically, because they’re so stylistically different

On every front

CAROLINE: The 90s to early 2000s was a surprisingly big shift

MIRI: TAS ran from 92-97, and Exolution was 2000-2003

(I saw that typo and left it in because I love it)

CAROLINE: And I think both series are REALLY tethered to the eras in which they were released

MIRI: Yeah, they 97 to 2000 jump sounds short, but it looks like TAS stayed very true to itself, so it’s really a difference between a show started in 92 and one started in 2000, which is much more different

CAROLINE: Agreed

MIRI: Honestly I thought TAS was 80s at first

CAROLINE: It very much feels like that

Again because I think it was so influenced by the comics

MIRI: Whereas Evolution is so self consciously “current”

CAROLINE: And pulls almost entirely from that aesthetic

MIRI: Like, Scott has his stupid sunglasses

Which are so early 2000s and so clearly too flimsy for their intended purpose

CAROLINE: Ha! Totally

Okay: Have we reach any grand X-conclusions here?

MIRI: We seem to mostly think that all X-iterations are good X-iterations

Which may not be earth shattering, but I think is a good thing to explore

They’re trying to do very different things and mostly succeeding

CAROLINE: And that X-Men are a flexible enough idea to handle many different concepts

MIRI: Also, media creators should trust their audiences more than they usually do

CAROLINE: Which I suppose is why they were invented in the first place!

MIRI: Which is true both in TAS and Evolutions, but in different ways!

True!

Basically, it’s a great franchise and should be in everyone’s top 3 at the very least

CAROLINE: There's something for everyone in X-Men!

K: I have a special fondness for Colossus, whom I always played in the old arcade game, and who is the best part of Deadpool. Something something afraid of vulnerability something...

MIRI: What surprised you the most upon rewatch of each?

CAROLINE: Probably the depth of the character drama in both actually

MIRI: Yeah, I would have to agree there. That and how much I loved TAS Rogue. All Rogues are good Rogues, apparently

CAROLINE: #RogueForever

#BlastedSalami

MIRI: Oh, I meant to ask you--why is Jean Grey your favorite character?

CAROLINE: I really love female characters who are super powerful but also afraid and uncertain about their powers

Going back to the "flaws are relatable" thing

And I love that she's fundamentally good

Which I think some people dismiss as "boring"

But which I really love in superheroes

MIRI: That makes total sense and I think I have not given Jean Grey her due in the past

CAROLINE: She's a very easy character to overlook I think

MIRI: I’ve never been anti Jean, just never thought about her that much

Exactly

Well then I’m glad we got some good Jean focus in here!

CAROLINE: Also I feel like the male X-Men always get the most focus

MIRI: Ughhhhhhh so true

CAROLINE: So I'm glad we took a different approach

Rogue and Jean forever!

MIRI: Rogue and Jean forever!!!

CAROLINE: Separately or together

Thanks so much to Caroline for joining us! Remember to follow her on Twitter, and if you feel like it, us too.

X-Men: Evolution is streaming on Hulu.

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Hello! An Anonymous requested this based on certain prompts: 2-“Come dance with me.” 22-“ What’s in it for me?” and 55: “ Let’s ditch this place and do something fun.” So I do hope I didn’t not disappoint. I love Dan Stevens he’s amazing because not everyone is a Disney Prince and an Xmen. So with out further a due please enjoy.

Tonight was a very special night. The night that you get to see your oldest friend Adam, or Prince Adam as you were told to call him. But you two were very close that you ignored formalities. He was hosting one of his very expensive parties again and your family was invited. You weren’t royalty like your friend, but your family was one of the more richer families in France. You had dressed in your best gown, it was very extravagant and it was (f/c). You even wore the necklace Adam gave you as a child. Ever since his mother died you hadn’t seen your friend as much. His father thought you were to rambunctious for his son. You weren’t too bad you were just being kids back then. The two of you would run around the castle playing pretend. The staff loved you despite what their master said. You were always so kind and respectful to them. They would say that you and Adam were like a lock and a key. You complimented each other perfectly. But then his father passed and Adam shut you out, completely. He changed from the list of his mother more but he seemed like a different person. You haven’t seen him in seven years. So you don’t know if your even going to see your friend or a stranger. But you were excited none the less. You had decided that you were going to arrive a bit earlier than what you were supposed to. So as your carriage pulled up to the castle your stomach was filled with butter flies. Your driver went up first to the castle to announce your arrival. As you stepped out, it was like stepping into an old memory. The castle had looked exactly the same, like no time had passed at all. You stepped up to the door and was greeted by a familiar face “ Hello Mrs. Potts.” You said stepping inside. She came up and embraced you in a hug saying “ Oh bless my stars! Miss (Y/N) is that really you?” You hugged back “ It’s me alright.” She backed up “ Let me look at you dearie. Oh you’ve grown up so well, and very beautiful too.” You blushed an thanked her. You heard a faint call in the background and saw a little boy who couldn’t have been more than five years old. “ And who’s this?” You said crouching down to the floor to be at the same level as the boy. “ This is my son Chip. ” she replied. “ Why hello Chip I’m (Y/N).” You said to the young lad. “ Nice to meet you miss.” He said with his hand out. You shook it and complimented him on his manners. They were much better than yours when you were his age. “ Are you the lady who’s in all those pictures the master has?” You raised an eyebrow as Mrs. Potts shook her head. “ I’m not sure I’ve never seen those pictures.” You told him. You stood up as Cogsworth and Lumier entered. “ Ah Miss (Y/N) I thought I heard your voice! See Cogsworth I told you she’d show up. ” Lumier sneered patting his friend on back. “ It is good to see you again Miss (Y/N) .” Cogsworth said. You hugged them both. You were escorted into the sitting room as you were catching up with your old friends. For such a big Castle news traveled fast. Many of the staff members came in and greeted you with joy. Even Mr.Potts came in and he was a very forgetful man. “ What is all that noise?! I thought I told you not to disturb me until…” As you turned around you saw Adam stopped in his tracks. He was enthralled when he saw you. Last time he saw you both of you were young teenagers. You had grown to be quite beautiful. “ Hello Adam. It’s so good to see you.” You said walking up to him. “ (Y/N) y-your… Your early. ” he said flustered. Not the welcome you were expecting. “ What’s a few minutes between friends?” You replied. “ Well I will see you later on tonight. Go to one of the guest rooms and I will send Plumette up to assist you in… Cleaning yourself up. I’m having very important people over and I requested that you look your best. But we’ll fix you up.” You were taken back by his statement. Why would he say something like that? “ You’re quite the charmer aren’t you?” You said crossing your arms. “ Well I need you to look more professional. You look too much like… You.” He said as if he was justified. “ And since when did you think that was a problem?” You exclaimed. “ I will talk to you later!” He yelled and walked back up to his room. Still taken back by the way he talked to you, you just stood there. Looks like Adam was more of a stranger than you thought he’d be. You headed up to his room despite everyone telling you not to. You knocked on the door and he told you to enter. “ You want to tell me what that was about back there?” You said walking up to where he was getting ready. “ What do mean?” You rolled your eyes. “ You making it sound like I’m not good enough to even step foot on the premises.” He then replied with something you did not expect, especially from someone who was your friend. “ You’re upset because I wanted you to look presentable for my other guest? I’m sorry I know it’s hard for people of your class to understand, but when you are invited somewhere you dress your best. You weren’t royalty but he had no right to say that. Full of anger you questioned ” People of my class?! Adam those are your fathers words not yours!“ He then yelled ” Do NOT compare me to my father! Now do as I said and I will talk to you LATER!“ With that you left too angry to say anything else. Later Plumette had assisted in fixing up your makeup and Madam Garedrobe made adjustments to your dress. But she made sure that they were undo able so that she could turn it back in to the dress you loved. She even questioned her self why the master said to change it. She left so that she could warm up with Maestro and left you and Plumette alone for some finishing touches. ” Plumette, how long has Adam acted like that?“ She sighed ” Ever since the king and queen died. “ you felt great sorrow for your friend he had changed so much. Later that night during the party you did your best to fit in but all of those other rich families were starting to annoy you so for most of it you just sat near Garedrobe and Maestro listening to their beautiful music and just people watching. As you watched all of the people you noticed something out of place. Adam was also sitting alone just watching everyone as well. Looks like his night wasn’t going as planned. When Garedrobe took a break to get something to drink you asked her to sing an old song that Adam and you used to dance to as kids. She agreed and told Maestro about it. When the music started back up again Adam recognized it right away. You walked up to him and held out your hand saying ” Come dance with me.“ He huffed not really wanting to do anything, this night wasn’t going how he thought it would. When he looked at you to give an answer he saw that little girl he used to play with, who was his best friend. ” What’s in it for me?“ He asked. You gave him a look that said ‘really’ . You thought for a moment what could get him to do this little action. ” You can tell me what to do for the rest of the night and I will not complain, deal?“ You said ashamed of the idea but it was the only one you had. He then grinned and agreed and he escorted you to the dance floor. He surprised you with his quite exceptional dancing skills. Both of you were having fun, just as you did when you you were kids. Though your dance skills were a little better than those little kids you once were. And he was actually able to pick you up and spin you around. You had gotten a small part of your old friend to come out from that jerk you found. When the song ended almost nothing in the room had changed just a few looks from girls either in disgust or jealousy. You thanked Adam and as you were about to leave he whispered ” Let’s ditch this place and do something fun!“ You looked back at him confused ” You said if I danced with you you would do what ever I told you and you wouldn’t complain remember?“ He said with a sly smile. You sighed and agreed. You both escaped the very boring party and sneaked out one of the many secret doors. The passage led into the garden, but there was a small ledge that you were hesitant about. A loud gasp came from you as you landed on the ground. Thank goodness you weren’t hurt and neither were you clothes. ” You were taking too long.“ Adam whined as he himself jumped down. ” You’re such a jerk Adam.“ You said shaking your head. ” I am not!“ He continued to whine. ” What happened to that kid I knew? What happened to my friend? You’re so different now.“ You said with a hint of sadness. Your Adam used to be kind, not so judgmental. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. ” In what way am I 'different’ as you put it?“ You sighed carefully selecting your words. ” Your thinking is different. You used to think that it was okay that I liked things simple and that I was in a lower position than you. You just seem more arrogant, angry, and a little whiney.“ He crossed his arms ” I am none of those things. “ You looked at him as he realized what he said as soon as it came out of his mouth. ” I’m… I’m sorry (Y/N) if I offended you. I guess some of my father did rub off on me. If it means anything I thought you looked beautiful when you first came in. “ he said with a half smile hoping you would forgive him. ” I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I guess seeing you with a mixture of my fathers views and my love for you wasn’t a good mix.“ You snapped your head unsure that you heard him right. A: he apologized twice, and B: well did he really just say that? ” What did you just say?“ He blushed and tried to shrug it of as nothing. ” Oh no Adam. Did you just say you love me?“ You asked slightly smiling. ” No I didn’t. Stop it .“ He retorted. ” Oh my god you did. You said that you love me.“ You said poking him. As you kept poking him he grabbed your wrist angrily and did something you didn’t expect. He crashed his lips into yours. After the shock you kissed back. It became a hungry kiss very quickly. When you broke for air Adam said ” I didn’t know any other way to get you to stop talking. You were being annoying.“ You smiled as you leaned your foreheads together. ” Remind me to be annoying more often.“ There was a long silence before Adam started talking again. ” (Y/N) I was wondering if you could or wanted to spend the night here? With me?“ He asked looking down as he did. You lifted his head to look at those beautiful blue eyes of his ” Of course, I’d love to. Plus we made a deal so if you tell me too I kinda have to. Now you said we were going to do something fun.“ He laughed and led you to the stables. ” We are going to race just like we did when we were kids.“ He said opening the horses pens. ” And the winner gets to eat what ever leftover dessert they want, while the loser has no say in what they eat.“ He explained. You playfully gasped ” You’re a monster.“ You them blushed as he let out a growl and sneered. You mounted your horse saying ” You’re on your Majesty.“

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movieiwatchedtonight · 8 years ago

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Monthly Movie Recap: March 2017

March was slow for movies for me, I had was out of town for two weeks and was super busy at school so I didn't get to the theater as much as I would have liked. This month I was able to see Logan, Beauty and the Beast, and Power Rangers. I saw Power Rangers twice but the other two I only saw once.

Did anyone else feel like March was the month of nostalgia movies? Especially with Beauty and the Beast and Power Rangers. To some extent you could argue for Logan as well.

Ranked favorite to least; I would go with Logan first, Power Rangers second, and Beauty and the Beast third.

Logan: It did not come to a shock for me that that Logan was my favorite movie this month.

(This is a copy of my post from right after I saw it, and since I haven't seen it again, I can't add anything new until I see it again)

I had been anticipating this movie since I first saw the trailer. I had recently really invested myself in the Marvel universe and was very excited for this movie. I saw it opening night (technically the Thursday before since my local theater allows Thursday night showings) with my dad and my brother. They liked it as well. I was interested in the R rating.I thought that it was a good amount of like blood and gore, but I also don’t get shifty around that kind of stuff in movies. I just recently started to get into the whole marvel and XMen world but honestly this movie was so good and I didn’t necessarily feel like I had to watch anything else to understand what was happening. Having the basic understanding of who Logan and Charles are would probably be helpful though. I loved the tone of the trailers, how I got kind of a western vibe from it and I thought it carried over into the movie too which I was really impressed by because lately I feel like trailers are not matching up to their movies. Also you know how in some movies, all the fight scenes are shown in the trailers and nothing is really a surprise? Yeah, not here. I felt like I got so much more from it. Yes it was an action movie but I also didn’t really feel like it was because it had a pretty solid story that I wanted to follow as well, not just watch the fight scenes. It was also a two and a half hour (about) movie but it did not feel like it at all, I think because it help my interest the whole time, it made the movie seem shorter because I was so engrossed in it. There was always something going on but it never felt like overwhelming or too busy or rushed. Timing was great. I’m so happy it was rated r because I feel like if it was pg-13 than it would have lost a lot of important moments. Plus there wouldn’t be as much use of the f word. Which by the way I did not feel was overused or used inappropriately, it always felt like it was well placed, whether in frustration, rage, or comedic. Dafne was absolutely amazing was Laura. She’s what, eleven years old? She was just so good and caused me to die like a dozen times. She’s eleven and did such a good job with how violent and gory this movie is. Laura was ruthless at times, if she got upset that was it and she was going full force, decapitating people, ripping them up and all. I was so intrigued by her because I never knew what she was going to do next, and if I thought I did, I was wrong and she did something completely different. When she first spoke, I don’t know why but I just assumed she would speak English, but when she spoke I was so impressed because that’s how it should be and I don’t know why I thought any differently. I love how yes she was ruthless and violent but you also saw that she was still a little girl. Playing with the buttons on the elevator, messing with the car window switch, riding the horse outside the gas station, and finally at the end when she calls him Daddy just broke me because she’s so young and even though she’s see so much, done so much, she’s still a little girl somewhere in there. Some of my favorite moments from her include when she decided to drive the car to get Logan to urgent care, her clinging to the picture of her and the other kids, when she called Logan daddy, her speech at his makeshift funeral, and I think the best moment of all: when she turned Logan’s cross into an X. An odd phrase that I can’t completely remember but something along the lines of that people can be considered weapons of mass destruction and that really stuck out for me. Emotions. Emotions. Emotions Just all over the place but that’s what makes it so good, the emotions are just so fitting. It was almost hard for me to see this is a superhero movie because it wasn’t. And it’s not just like “oh well yeah this is a good superhero movie” no like this is just a great movie, regardless of superhero context. Overall, I can’t say enough good things about this movie. I’m not-so-patiently waiting for the next time I have a chance to watch it. It was a road trip, literally and figuratively, in the way that it was about the journey.

Watch Again?: I’m trying to see it again as soon as possible. Like trying to skip my gym class to see it

Will I watch the sequel?: I don’t know if sequel is the right word to use here but the answer is still (and always will be) YES

Power Rangers: I'm surprised at how much I enjoyed this movie. I knew that I would see this movie after seeing the trailer, I've been into the whole superhero/action movies lately and this seemed up that ally. But I did not expect to like it as much as I did. Now when I say that I know nothing about Power Rangers, I mean it. Not like when I say I don't know much about superheroes but I really kinda do, no like I really don't know anything about Power Rangers aside from the toys my brother played with as a kid. I went to see it with my mom, dad, and brother the first time; they do not share my opinion. I personally really liked it, some aspects felt childish but then I had to remind myself that I was literally watching a Power Rangers movie. I felt like the first two thirds of the movie was great, beyond my expectations, but fell in the third act. Here were some thoughts I wrote down while watching the movie the second time:

Did I walk into the remake of The Breakfast Club?

soundtrack was excellent; especially the song they ended on. Not the song in the credits but right before that

besides HandClap in the training scene, that could have been better

Kimberly cutting her hair in the bathroom was a little too on the dot

No one is as mean and blunt as those girls who literally cut Kimberly out of the picture

Jason Scott looks like a mix between a young Zac Effron and Chris Pine

Billy directly says he's on the spectrum so there o tip-toeing around it

I love Jason and Billy's friendship

When Jason reminds Billy to keep breathing

"I got you buddy,"

Kimberley made a horrible mistake, horrible choice, but someone reminds her that it doesn't make her a horrible person and I love that

Bill Hader for Alpha 5 was such a good choice. He was funny and cute. Reminds me of BB8 in a way

“Different color coins. Different Kids, different color kids!”

The scene of Billy in the water when the first find Zordon's ship, that was beautiful

The way Zordon was able to move around to talk to the different Rangers was pretty neat

Trini isn't straight and it was just insinuated, it was addressed

Jason's graphic tees are awesome and I want to know where I can get them

My favorite is "Cash Only"

I like how it's questioned if they'll still be friends when it's all over

Rita's colors and costume remind me of Loki from the avengers but it still looked awesome

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours"

There's not really a romance and I love it

I love them passing notes to each other, especially the lighting bolt at the end

"We should start a band"

How the hell do they know how to work the megazord right away?

There's no way they could even know how to work their own, let alone the mega where each person controls a different limb

But making it dance at the end was pretty cool

Does Jason have a little sister? There's a pink bike in his yard and a little girl holding his hand at the fishermen's funeral

The way they carried Billy all the way back after he died, and the song was perfectly paired with it

"No one dies alone"

Jason's sword (I guess that's what you would call it) is very Psylocke from XM:A but I'm still into it

Is "Hold the line" a reference I don't understand because I don't get football?

I can't tell if I love the use of the 90's power rangers song or hate it

Not a single person woke up when Rita visited Trini? Nor did anyone question the holes in the wall?

"Sorry Bumblebee!"

The Krispy Kreme product placement was done well, I didn't feel slapped in the face with it

Speaking of being slapped in the face, that's how they defeat Rita?

Ok but like Angel Grove is still in ruins after all of that right?

Tommy Oliver or Tomi Oliver? Either way I'm in

Watch again?: Yes, probably not in theaters again but will for sure rent it and buy the DVD

Will I watch the sequel?: Yes

Beauty and the Beast: I honestly thought I would like this movie more than I did. I'm a huge Disney fan but honestly I just wasn't feeling this movie. It's been a long time since I've watched the original but I decided not re-watch the original going into this because I didn't want to just be comparing the two the whole time. The technical aspects were amazing and really well done. What I did love about this movie (I feel like I should start with the good stuff) was the music! It was excellent! My favorite was Be Our Guest, that is also my favorite from the original though. I loved the scene where she is teaching a little girl how to read and when she told Gaston that she didn't want to have dinner and it wasn't because she was busy, just didn't want to, that was awesome. The costumes, where Disney excelled with Cinderella, I thought was a little short here. I did really like the opening scene where everyone was in elaborate white outfits. I wasn't really a fan of the jacket type things Belle wore a few times. But I did like her 'blue dress'. Now the yellow dress. I just didn't like it, I didn't like the necklace choice but I did enjoy the hairstyling. I felt like I was looking at Emma Watson in a Belle inspired costume, not looking at Belle. The last dress, the while floral one, it was alright. I was indifferent about it, didn't love it but didn't hate it. I loved the castle though, I thought it was beautiful. Ugh I would love to have a library like that and those chandeliers were gorgeous!

I was actually frustrated with myself because everything technically about this movie was great, I just didn't really enjoy it. It was fine, good, but not outstanding for me. Maybe I had too high of expectations from how much I loved Cinderella. But it was like when you try on a shirt and it fits well, it's made well, good price, everything's technically great about it but you just don't like it. You don't know why, there's no real logical reason, you just don't like it. That's kind of what this movie felt like for me.

Watch Again?: yes, I feel like I should

Will I watch the sequel?: I don't think think that's the right word, but I will always watch any Disney movie so yes

Overall: March was a pretty solid month for movies. There's a couple that came out this month I wasn't able to see this month but will get to in April. Also tons of trailers started to be released towards the end of the month, which is getting me excited for the summer movie season. I wish I could have gone to the theater more this month, just didn't work out, but I am extremely happy with the movies I was able to see.

Next month: I'm most looking forward to Gifted released in April. Will also probably see Smurfs: The Lost Village with my best friend because she loves kid movies and I take any excuse to go to the movies. Also I never got around to seeing Before I Fall this month because it left my local theater so quickly so hopefully next month I will.

#monthly movie recap #march #2017 #Movie Recommendation #movie review #Logan #power rangers #power ranger 2017 #beauty and the beast

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Time in a Bottle [Peter Maximoff Fluff]

Request: “ Imagine request: your new to the xmen team. Your powers would help so much that professor x wanted you. Over the course of practicing you meet Peter aka quicksilver. You become friends and really bonded. And start to catch feelings for each other. One day you and him have a one on one practice session. Having a fun time just fooling around and pretending to fight each other as if you were villains. And you fall on top of him and your faces are close and slowly go in for a kiss. You both laugh:) ” anonymous

Trigger warnings: none

Characters: Peter Maximoff xReader (gender non specified)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I changed it a little tiny bit. I hope its alright with you. Again, I cant physically write anything under 1k words bc im trash and always get carried away so here is this mess. Jk, I quite like this one. Sorry for the delay and thank you SO MUCH for being so specific I love when you guys give me an actual plot to wrok with so if you have any ideas just hmu.

When you first came to study at the Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters you were a frightened teenager that was too scared to use your powers. But that was a month ago and now you were a reckless teenager that had no problems using your powers for the most selfish reasons and well you had only one person to blame.

It all started when your powers first manifested. You were going about minding your own businesses when suddenly the whole park you were in stopped. No, it wasn’t just the people who stopped what they were doing, time itself stopped, or as you learned later it slowed down to almost stop. Kids frozen in place in the middle of a race, a dog frozen midair as he jumped up to catch a Frisbee, a couple about to kiss. You thought you were going crazy, the whole world were filled with nothing but silence, no one seemed to be able to see you, no one to reach for help, you were scared and alone and you didn’t know what was happened. That’s when you learned you were a mutant. After a few hours of desperation you managed to calm yourself down and breathe and reverse what you did, the surprise on everyone’s face when they noticed it had went dark way quicker than the expected would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so nervous. After that people came after you, a man called Charles Xavier showed up at your house the next day saying you were a mutant and for what he had seen a very powerful one. That’s how you ended up 2 weeks later sitting down on the lawn outside of the professor’s mansion training your power with professor McCoy.

“Now, as I told you, your mutation consists on slowing down time around you. You obviously can expand the area your power reaches as far as a mile or so but I want you to control it to small area can you do it?” Mr. McCoy would tell you. It seemed like a simple task, do what you did the first time but way smaller. It should be easy. Except it wasn’t. You tried doing what he told you just to watch him and everyone else around you stops moving. The leaves that fell from the trees above you stopped midair and you sighed. You looked around and everyone else was barely moving except the silver haired guy… Wait, the silver haired guy is moving, running even.

That’s when you saw him for the first time. While everyone else was frozen in place in the frame of a second this guy was running around. It was the strangest moment of your life when he stopped in place and looked at your direction. Neither of you knowing what was going on really and then you lost hold of your power and time got back in track again and he was gone.

You almost thought he was a ghost until you saw him again 2 days later, talking to another student. When he saw you that day he reacted almost the same way as you. In the blink of an eye he appeared in front of you blowing your hair away from your face.

“You’re real. I didn’t make you up did I? This is real right, you were the one that I saw, the one that didn’t freeze.”

“You were the one that didn’t freeze.” You said.

“You’re a speedster too!”

“What? A speedster? No. I’m quite slow actually.” You laughed. That’s when you found out what his power was. It was nothing alike yours, much on the contrary he didn’t do anything slow. Peter Maximoff, as you came to learn his name that day, was a speedster. He could move faster than any other man on earth and the only reason why you could see him moving in normal speed is that your powers sort of canceled themselves. He could move just as fast as you could slow him down. When the professor learned about it he decided that you and Peter should train together. “You are a good match for each other, a challenge.” He said.

And then it started. You would still have classes with professor McCoy to try and improve your control over your mutation and then you would have training sessions with Peter. He was smart, funny and witty and an incredibly nice guy. It was no surprise you both got along so well. You would both hang out after your training and on your free time. You would go to his room to listen to his records and you would show him your favorite artists. You would have movie nights and he would take you to his favorite places. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on the silver haired boy. He had the most endearing personality and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him all the time.

And that’s exactly what you were doing, thinking about how cute you were, when you felt him stumble on you. You were in the middle of training in the Danger room, doing a move you’ve practiced a thousand times before. You expanded a small area of your power slowing the time to the maximum you could and peter had to run past it to get to you as fast as he could and you had to run from him. Except, you didn’t. You were distracted by how cute his hair looked when he ran, how toned his legs were, how his silver eyebrows made him look concentrated… and when you noticed you were booth rolling on the floor as he stumbled on you, mid run, making you lose control of your mutation launching both of you rolling across the floor until you stopped. Peter with his arms wrapped around your waist in a protective manner, your hands gripping his shoulders and you on top of him. Your hair flopped onto his forehead and you pushed it back just to see it fall back again.

“Hey.” He said with a smile. His eyes wrinkling under his goggles.

“Hey…” You said in a faint voice. Few times were those you have been able to look at this guy from such a small distance. You could see his silver eyelashes and faint freckles around his nose. It made you feel breathless.

“I guess that didn’t work out, did it?” He said laughing.

You couldn’t be paying less attention. You looked at his lips moving so close to yours, his breath reaching your cheeks as he spoke, his voice was soft and pleasing to your ears but your brain couldn’t assimilate a single word. All you were thinking about was how much you wanted to kiss him and in a moment of madness…. You did.

Without thinking you leaned in and let all your thoughts and common sense go flying through the window and when your lips met his, for the first time, you knew how it felt to be affected by your own mutation. There you were, feeling like the world around you had stopped, like each second lasted a million ears, your lips moved against his with no rush at all, taking all the time in the world to feel him, feel his hands traveling up your back, the softness of his lips caressing yours, the stiffness of his body and each of his muscles contracting and relaxing under you. It felt like heaven. Like eternal bliss and yet it lasted too little. You could narrate every second of that kiss like it had lasted days but the truth was that just as quickly as it started it was over and you could only feel like it wasn’t enough. Peter pulled away and before you were able to open your eyes and function like a normal human being, you heard his laugh again. Loud, clear and joyful.

“Well, I guess it may have worked out a little bit.” He said in a low tone.

You opened your eyes to meet his. Soft brown orbs staring back at you with something you weren’t sure how to identify. Love? Admiration? Happiness? You didn’t know but it made your heart feel warm and the tenderness of his touch on your back made you feel so safe and so happy that you couldn’t help and just smile back at him and hide your face in his chest.

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