#i used to be a pretentious little shit lol

[sunflowerrboyy]

tw mention of sh, suicide etc. spolier: its a happy ending for me

so uh. i wanted to share this bc i am really proud of how far i've come and maybe if someone was in my shoes this could show that it can get better.

so a year ago i was pretty much the lowest i could get. i was in a horrible depressive episode, in the middle of a tough sh addiction and stuck in a emotionally and a semi physically abusive really bad household. and i thought i was at the end. that was it. i didn't know what to do with my life, i was stuck at the bottom. i had almost let my grades slip senior year, i wasn't eating, i spent most of my days isolated in my darkened godawful messy room from anybody that had semi been nice to me, the aggression from my parents i was taking out on myself, i was a gross mess that didn't have the energy for showers, and on top of all that i was a closeted queer trans guy and i didn't know who i could trust. i couldn't take it any longer. and i tried 3 times to end it.

and thankfully i failed.

and a year later i'm still here. and just over 6 months clean from sh.

and today i felt okay. i got to spend time with my dogs and my loving grandparents that took me in. i got to watch the little birds eat seed from the feeder out on the back deck. i sat outside and watched the sunset and felt the cool breeze whispering that fall was near. i haven't spoken to my parents in months. i planned out what colleges i'm going to try and transfer to. i spent most of my day out of my room. i've been playing my guitar more. i've been cooking and trying out new recipes.

it does get better.

not to say that it's not still hard. there are certain things that i hear or see that remind me of what i went through and that's terrifying in the moment. i still get nightmares that i'm trapped in my old house. i still get those damn sh urges at times. and that's difficult.

but my life is remarkably better than it was a year ago, and little 12yr old me would be shocked to see that i'm still here lol.

i'm still here :) <3

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

trying to psych myself up to finally do oc refs by doing fandom-related refs instead: volume 1

wanted to update my yuma from whatever tf this au is so he was a bit more unique... takes inspo from a lot of different things while also trying to be its own sorta thing? which is fitting given the au ;)

bonus chibi now that i'm also figuring out how tf to do chibis lol:

[radawayghoul]

His Little Dove | Chapter 1

The Plan

Warnings: cursing, slight age difference, innuendos, height difference, ummm calling people names, angst, i think i switched from second to third POV at a certain point so..bad/subpar writing is a warning lol, 18+ only, MDNI

Pairing: Lee Russell x Reader (AFAB)

Word Count: 2,123

A/N: it's finnniisshheeddd!! ugh i actually am so insanely proud of this chapter!! thank you so much to everyone who has been waiting to read this!! i'm genuinely so honored and am starting chapter two as we speak!! the comments and stuff really motivate me so much 🥹

 Following behind Lee and Neal, Y/N listened in on their conversation, a bit confused as to why you’d been invited. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, the bloodbath begins,” Lee said around a mouth full of smoke, “She’s got me off my rocker, Gamby. We gotta act quick,” Lee adjusted his hold on his cigarette, “Now, she’s tied up in teacher reviews for the next 72 minutes. That gives us some time.” 

Y/N arched a brow. “Time to do what, Lee?” You questioned him, “Who exactly are we sabotaging?” Y/N knew the name of Lee’s game by now. 

“Oh, great, Russell, why did you invite her?! She’s not even familiar with the parameters of our plan!” Neal exclaimed, yanking his toothpick out from between his teeth, pausing in the middle of the school parking lot. 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Gamby!” Lee whined, “Treat Y/N with a little respect! Ohhh, Y/N, darlin’, I’m so sorry for this fat fuckin’ losers disrespect, please just ignore him, okay, pretty bird?” Lee gave you a sickeningly sweet smile before turning back to Neal with a disgruntled look, “Loosen the fuck up or I will do this shit on my own motherfucker. Now, let’s go dig up some dirt on that grimy bitch.” 

Neal scoffed but followed after Lee begrudgingly, Y/N speeding up her steps to keep up. 

You had no idea WHO you were sabotaging but you weren’t one to say no to Lee. You never said no to Lee Russell. And you absolutely never fucking would. 

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The three of them rolled up on a house that Y/N knew all too well. Lee’s house. This did little to lessen your confusion but you trusted Lee. 

“Is this where she lives? What a shit-hole.” Neal chuckled. 

Y/N snorted as Lee ripped off his sunglasses. 

“This is my house, motherfucker! It’s a mid-century sea ranch!” Lee yelled, huffing a sigh before continuing, “Now, stay here, I gotta go get somethin’.” Lee got out of the car and strutted towards his front door. 

“You should go easier on him, Neal. Really.” Y/N said, crossing her arms, leaning back into her seat. 

“Oh shut up, Y/N! God! Stop being so pretentious.” Neal groaned, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. 

Y/N looked over as Lee was followed out of the house by his screaming mother-in-law, Mi Cha, looking stressed to the heavens. 

“Shut up! Shut up! All I hear is gibberish from you, shut up! Go back in the house!” Lee yelled before turning to walk towards the car, “Like nails on a fuckin’ chalkboard.” He groaned, stopping when he got to the car, closing his eyes in frustration as the woman kept screaming, “GO BACK IN THE HOUSE!!!” He yelled louder this time, pointing angrily at the open door. 

“FUCK YOU!” Mi Cha yelled, finally walking back inside. 

Lee grunted as he got back inside the car, a noise that made the butterflies in the pit of your stomach stir, shoving a bag into the back of the car into your lap. 

“Y/N, would you be a dear and hold this?” Lee smiled at Y/N, always being so sweet with her, even if he was out of breath. His smile dropped, however, the minute he turned towards Neal. “Go.” Lee demanded.

“Everything okay?” Neal questioned. 

“Just go.” Lee sighed, leaning heavily into the passenger seat. 

Y/N’s heart hurt for Lee. He was always under so much stress. Ever since his mother-in-law moved in, he had not been doing so well. He’d been a bit…wilder than usual. Always wanting to get into something scandalous or cause some sort of raucous to relieve his stress. Was it always the best solution? No. No it wasn’t. But, Y/N wasn’t going to deny Lee any sort of stress relief…even if it did mean they’d have to cover for him. 

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Neal cleared his throat as the three of them continued their journey to wherever it was that they were going. 

“So, uh, was that woman your wife?” Neal asked, looking over at Lee nervously. 

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle slightly. 

Lee looked at him completely disgusted. “Don’t be asking me personal questions. We ain’t fuckin’ friends, okay? This is business.” Lee scoffed. 

“Leeee..” Y/N said quietly, leaning up slightly to rest their hand on Lee’s shoulder, “Breathe.” Y/N massaged his shoulder, trying to help him relax. 

Lee relaxed a little into Y/N’s touch, taking a deep breath. Y/N was really the only one to have this sort of effect on Lee. She could calm him in almost any and all situations unless he was really, really stressed. 

“Friends?” Neal laughed, “I am not trying to be your friend.” 

“Over here tryin’ to make a fuckin’ friend and we about to do a mission.” Lee scoffed, leaning back into Y/N’s touch even further. 

Neal looked between the two of them with a raised brow, “You’re the one trying to make friends the most.” Neal challenged. 

Lee sighed, slipping his sunglasses back onto his nose. “Just shut up, Gamby, god!” 

Y/N shook her head at the two of them, pulling her hand off of Lee to sit back once more. 

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The group of them rolled to a stop in a very well-off looking neighborhood. 

“Who are we here for, Lee?” Y/N questioned, peering out the window of the car. 

“Dr. Brown’s deep, dark secrets.” Lee smiled mischievously, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“Belinda?! Lee…honey, I need you to bring yourself back to earth for a moment. You know I support you in all that you do but this is a suicide mission, sweetheart.” Y/N told him sweetly, sighing a little. She knew this man was up to something scandalous. 

“Don’t start, Y/N. God, you both just really wanna piss on my parade, don’t you? Maybe you two should be fuckin’ butt buddies and I’ll do the work that fuckin’ matters.” Lee grumbled, getting out of the car. 

Y/N sighed, following after him while Neal awkwardly stayed in the car. 

“Lee, sweetheart, you know it’s not like that at all!” Y/N said, walking over to place a hand on his back, “Don’t get all grumpy with me like that, it hurts my feelings, doll.” Y/N frowned up at him. 

Lee scanned Y/N’s face with his famous sad puppy dog eyes before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Alright fine, fuck!” He exclaimed, looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry, okay? There I said it. Now, come help me take this dirty bitch to hell?” Lee looked at Y/N with a cute smile, batting his lashes at her. 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I’m gonna regret this..but fine. I’d do anything for you.” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. 

“Are you two weirdos finished? We’re running out of fucking time!” Neal grumbled as he stomped over to them. 

Lee rolled his eyes, grabbing Y/N’s hand to drag her towards Dr. Brown’s house. “Shut up, Gamby!” 

The three of them shortly arrived at Belinda’s house where Neal and Lee began digging their way through the woman’s garbage. 

“Ugh,” Y/N gave them a disgusted look, “Lee, I love you, but that is fucking repulsive.” 

“Oh, please, just pretend I’m digging in your ass, that’ll make the picture a whole lot prettier.” Lee winked at Y/N with a smirk.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, heat rapidly rising to her cheeks. “Lee fucking Russell, do not say that shit to me,” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, feeling sheepish. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you, darlin’.” Lee’s smile grew as he took in her red appearance. 

“So..uh..I’m confused, are you two like..dating..or..?” Neal questioned, watching the pair with an expressionless face. 

“NO!” Y/N said much too quickly before steadying herself, “No, we’re just friends. Lee just doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.” She grumbled. 

Lee placed an offended hand on his chest. “That no was a little too quick for my liking. What? Am I not good enough for you little miss honors English teacher? Huh? Not good enough for the little straight A, fuckin’ teacher of the goddamn year?!” Lee scoffed, his brows narrowed slightly. He looked genuinely hurt by her rushed response. 

“You’re fucking married, Lee!” Y/N yelled at him, eyes wide, “Why the fuck would I ever agree to someone asking if we’re dating, idiot?!” 

“Oh, don’t you start callin’ me fuckin’ names now, missy!” Lee pointed an accusing finger at her, scrunching his face up the way he does when he’s upset about something. 

“Right. Okay um, it seems like you two have a lot to work out and I really don’t care to hear the rest of this conversation because you’re both fucking stupid and I don’t care about either of you.” Neal ranted awkwardly before walking towards Belinda’s steps.

Y/N and Lee rolled their eyes at each other, following after Neal. 

“Oh..there’s no fucking way we’re breaking in here!” Y/N scolded, giving Lee a disapproving look. 

Lee shrugged, shooing Neal towards the door. 

Neal popped off his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and busted open one of the windows on the back door before sticking his hand through to pop the lock. 

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, “what are y’all getting me into?” 

“Oh shush.” Lee scolded, waltzing into Belinda’s house behind Neal. 

Y/N followed close behind. “Lee, we should not be doing this. You’re smarter than this.” 

Lee stopped and turned around to give her a cold gaze. “Am I, Y/N? Hm?” He challenged, walking towards her dangerously slow, “You don’t really know me all that well, do you?” He smirked, standing so close to her she could feel his breath fanning her face. 

Y/N gulped, trembling slightly as she peered up at him. “Stop it,” She said quietly, looking away from him, “You always fucking tease me and it’s not fucking fair, Lee, jesus.” She snapped, immediately turning and walking back out the door. 

Lee chased after her, grabbing her by her elbow. “Hey now. What's the matter with you?! Where the fuck are you going?” 

“Back to my fucking job, Lee. I am not doing this. Belinda hasn’t done shit to me. Look…I love you, Lee, I really do. You’re my best friend but this job is my fucking life. But you wouldn’t get that, would you? Because you’ve got fucking everything. You’re married, you’ve got a beautiful home, a nice car.” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She was overwhelmed with her feelings. His teasing usually never bothered her but today...today was different for some reason. She just couldn't go through with this any longer. “I understand why you’re doing this..and I want to help you, Lee, believe me, I do. But I can’t lose this job.” Y/N finally looked up at him, almost taken aback by the sincere look on his face. 

“Go,” He said, softly, “I’ll meet you back at the school..okay? For lunch. Like always.” Lee held out his pinky. It was their tradition to link pinkies when making plans as a promise to not let each other down. 

Y/N nodded, curling her smaller pinky around his larger one. “Like always.” She pulled her hand away, starting her journey back to the school on foot. It wasn’t far, she wouldn’t have any trouble getting there but leaving Lee behind like that when he had been counting on her to help him really broke her heart. But she couldn’t lose this job. It was all she had that kept her connected to Lee and she’d be the first to go if anyone found out about this scheme. She couldn’t risk it - couldn’t risk her livelihood and her job. Lee was everything to her. Everything. Lee was and always will be her livelihood. 

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Back at Belinda’s, Lee walked back into the house with a determined look on his face, now upset that his one and only friend bailed on him. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Neal said while scanning the wall of Belinda’s photos.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Gamby?” Lee said pissily, narrowing his brows at him. 

“That girl loves you..and you’re just blind to it..I’m not good with women but you shouldn’t use her the way you do.” Neal shrugged. 

“Shut the fuck up, you ass face, you have no fucking idea what you’re even talkin’ about.” Lee scoffed, stomping off up the stairs of Belinda’s house. 

That couldn’t be right, could it? Could you really love him in that way? 

‘No,’ Lee thought, shaking his head, ‘There’s no way…right?’ 

Right? 

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[easybrainrot34]

🖼️Lil Benedict Bridgerton Headcanons🖼️

These r random as perusal lol. I am truly a ✨slut✨ for this man. So here r some random Modern!AU takes that I can see happening. Hope yall enjoy. All r fluff and crack.. Also if anyone wants it I could do ✨spicy version✨let me know! Part 2 is here! Also also sorry this took me so long, i had such bad writers block lol. E N J O Y!!

Ps, my ask and request r open :)

🎨 I feel like Ben is a very "anti-toxic masculinity" kinda man. He has and will call out his brothers if he sees some shady suss shit. He had MANY talks with Anthony about not having to always be all macho macho man. I genuinely think Ben is the only one (besides Kate of course) that can get Anthony about his feelings. I also feel like he takes great care in making sure Colin and Gregory don't grow up thinking feelings = weakness.

🎨 His favorite flowers are poppies, peonies, and carnations to paint. Like he loves the little details in these flowers. When you found this out, you surprised him with a big beautiful bouquet of peonies and poppies, and he nearly cried. A week later he hung up an original painting over your bed. (omg this is so cute)

🎨 As we know our sweet Ben is a man of culture, so I feel like this man has seasonal tickets to some form of the arts. Whether it be the ballet, opera, plays, or musicals, this man loves it all. He also has a ticket plug (litterly like a w33d dealer)

🎨 We all know he can handle his liquor, but i feel like modern! Ben would be a liiiitttllle bit of a st0ner if not complete supporter of all legalization of it. I mean come on the man got h!gh in the show and painted a beautiful painting so I feel like he definitely uses it when he has art block.

🎨 He only has Facebook, Instagram, and a Vsco. Vsco and Insta purely for work. I feel like this is something Ben and Luke (Ben’s actor) have in common. I feel like he would appreciate having little to no social media presence. He has the “if i want you to know whats going on I’ll just tell you” mentality. Not in a pretentious way though, he isn’t a complete hater (although he doesn’t get influencers at all) he just likes his privacy.

🎨 He definitely leans more to the minimal style when it comes to his home decore. He loves color and nicknacks, but it’s more of just things that are more sentimental and not just cute.

🎨 Millennial coded humor. That’s it. It’s almost a little unsettling.

🎨 He is very well read. Not on the level of Eloise, but he definitely can hold himself in a debate. He definitely has a home library with the classics.

🎨 He loves a sappy romance movies / romcoms. Oh my god it’s his guilty pleasure. I’m talking cried at the end of the Notebook, wants to recreate at some point the parachute scene from Pearl Harbor (iykyk), lost his breath when rose enters the ball room at the end in Titanic, etc etc etc. 

🎨 He has fucking chapsticks everywhere. In every drawer, three of his messenger bag at all times, to a nightstand, every little nook and cranny basically. Has a deep hatred for cracked lips, and something tells me his lips can crack easily. 

[oneforthemunny]

Hey! Just wanted to ask (sorry if you’ve answered this before), do nepo baby or rockstar!eddie ever let it slip that they actually hated each other before, lol?

Because if they did, I feel like it’ll be through Vega and her obsessive use of TikTok, lmao! She’d just be, like, “oh, yeah, my parents totally hated each other before they got together. I could have not been brought into this world guys!” And everyone is shocked, because the public has only ever known of them after their engagement.

they definitely tell it lol.

in their little docuseries they do when the kids are older and he’s retired, is really when they go into detail. before it was kinda like “uh she wasn’t very impressed by me but gareth and farrah were dating so it kinda happened” is the story they went with (that had MAJOR holes in it lol).

but when they get the chance to really talk about it on screen i, in my mentally ill mind, picture it being like this:

let me set the scene. eddie and nb, older, on screen. he in his home ‘office’ recording studio, her in the living room of their house with a gallery wall of photos of their family behind her.

interviewer, off screen: so, everyone wants to know- how did you two meet?

eddie: well, we met at a bar.

cuts to nb’s scene.

nb: we met at a bar. farrah and i went out and he and his band mates all walked in. they came up to us at the bar-

cuts back to eddie.

eddie: i saw her, and i was like holy shit, ya know? i thought she was the prettiest fucking person I’d ever seen. so i went up to her and tried to buy her a drink, and she told me to pretty much fuck off.

laughing off camera. eddie’s blushing, shrugging. cuts back to nb.

interviewer: we heard you were… less than impressed with eddie when you met him?

nb: oh, i couldn’t stand him. i thought he was so egotistical, just arrogant and audacious.

cuts back to eddie.

eddie: she did not like me at all. and honestly, after our first conversation, i didn’t like her either. thought she was full of herself, pretentious… still very hot, but not nice.

they’d both go into detail about how much they hated each other, could barely stand to be around each other, the publicity stunts that appeared so obvious now that the world had no idea about (nb and his rival, eddie and her ‘friends’). they don’t graphically describe the hooking up, but it’s alluded to.

i really think it would just shock the world how much they hated each other and then are so in love. definitely think it would revive the younger generation who would find it so funny.

i think vega, the menace, would find out from the internet that there is a song written about nb by the rival guys band sorta directed at eddie. once she finds that information out, there’s no knowing peace.

[buckyarchives]

MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)

[mythica0]

Fop: a new wish Tword headcanons!

Because, once again, hyperfixation lol. In this is Dev, Hazel, Cosmo +Wanda, and Peri, in that order. (long post)

Dev (I love this silly lil guy)

-he is def a lee, although he likes twording ppl as well.

-he didn’t know until after he got really introduced to it(he always knew what it was and kinda what it felt like, but never really experienced it that much.) but he really likes being tworded. [don’t worry man, same 🙏]

-his death spot (and coincidentally, his favorite spot to be tworded) is his tummy!

-his laugh is the happiest sounding giggle you’ve ever heard. This laugh is so bouncy and bubbly and sweet. It’s the kind of laugh that you just know whoever’s producing it is having the time of their life.

-Whenever he’s tworded he stims, usually with flappi by his hands or little kicks. However, he never seems to try and get away.

-very easily flustered, both by the fact that he’s ticklish and that he likes it. however he can say the tword with ease(unlike me)

-would try to hold off his laugh but fail miserably

-he is weak to raspberries and tword games, but as much as he likes to deny it he loves them.

-after being introduced to twords, he gets lee moods, and the first one he ever got he did not understand. ‘Why do I feel all buzzy? Why do I want to be tickled?!’ Peri was happy to explain and assist (probs gonna write a fic of this one)

-Now, when it comes to being the ler, Dev is an absolute little shit.

-he likes to tword others, both because it’s fun for him and because he likes seeing others laugh. (He will tell you it’s just the first one. That it’s fun for him to make other ppl powerless)

-He’s pretty new to the whole thing, so he’s not super good at it yet, but he’s trying, and getting better!

Hazel

-She is a ler leaning switch!

-she loves to start tword fights and absolutely loves it as a bonding experience.

-Her laugh is very wheezy, but don’t worry she’s fine.

-her worst spot is her ribs

-She doesn’t actually squirm all too much, kinda just goes limp.

-she is immune to visual teases after the twords start, because as soon as she starts getting tworded she shuts her eyes.

-Hazel loves to use twords as a way to cheer up her friends. (Although she tends to leave Jazz out of it since she’s afraid of being tworded)

-she is not shy about her love of twords at all. She’s very open about it.

-I didn’t come up with this one,(that award goes to my mootie @randommusicalfluff) but after finding out Dev is twordish, she absolutely gets him any time he’s being pretentious or pushing people away.

-she uses baby talk. And lots of it. A fave of hers is definitely to just repeat the tword over and over again in a teasy voice.

Cosmo + Wanda

-putting them together cause they’re basically a package deal.

-both of them are even switches.

-they love to team up, but also love to get into tword fights with eachother.

-sometimes after a tword fight they’ll have a cuddle sesh and watch a movie

-Cosmo’s worst spot is his wings, and his laugh is very funny, and kinda high pitched.

-Wanda’s worst spot is her armpits, and her laugh is kinda rough but very sweet sounding.

-they will use their magic to their advantage in a tword fight, or when lering as a whole.

Peri (my fav boi!!)

-he’s a ler but he likes being tworded too.

-his worst spot his also his tummy (him and his godkid have something in common that way.)

-when he’s tworded he squirms but mostly just curls into a ball. Most of his movements are in his wings, which usually flutter around rapidly.

-his laugh is very smooth, but also very frantic sounding. And it can get very loud.

-Now, as you’ve probably gathered, Peri loves to tword Dev. Especially to cheer him up. He just loves to see his godkid happy.

-he has a ridiculously good sense of when someone is in a lee mood. He just knows

-he loves to make a game out of it, and is overall a very silly ler

-the more he can make someone laugh the better he feels.

-hasn’t thought about using his magic before, until he sees his parents do it.

And that’s all I have today! Hope you enjoyed reading these and expect more fics of these guys in the near future!!

[communistkenobi]

Do you think andor stans are pretentious? I'm seeing people calling them that more and more. I know some are annoying but every star wars fan is annoying imo.

the most beloved past time of star wars fans is bitching, and andor has provided us with an extremely productive frontier from which to do so. I’ll just agree and say that yeah sure it’s pretentious, because I don’t think trying to like logically refute that is a good use of time.

I think part of the reason why the “andor is better than the rest of star wars” sentiment is so popular (beyond the subjective enjoyment of it as a superior show) is that andor has a completely fresh take on star wars, one that is deeply connected with the “guts” of star wars canon, and its presence in the canon is making people go “wait we could have had this kind of Star Wars content all along?” and then rage at the rest of the franchise for not being andor.

It’s sort of hard to describe why it feels this way (at least in short form lol), but like I think the main difference between andor and the “traditional” star wars show is that andor is taking the canon extremely seriously. not in a strict factual manner, but in the sense of like, okay how does the empire operate? what is its internal structure like? How does it respond to rebel attacks? What impact does that have on civilian populations?

These of course are not new questions (I think SW Rebels for example does a decent job of exploring these things), but it feels different. To use the mandalorian as a counter example, take the tracking fobs the guild hands out. These are simple devices that provide location data for targets. They make the plot go forward. Easy and simple. But like, I don’t think that would fly in a show like andor. Not only on a technical sense (how tf do you get sub-metre accurate positional data on another person who is dozens of solar systems away, frequently on fringe planets that do not have global satellites?) but also in a sociological sense - if this technology is available, how else is it used? Who else uses it? What kind of society produces this kind of technology? I think andor pushes audiences to think of these silly little gadgets as technologies of power. It must always be considered in its ability to oppress people and its role in structuring society. The infrastructure required to make something as simple as those tracking fobs work is itself a commentary on the state of the galaxy. And these questions are multi-scalar - if something as simple as a tracking fob can provide extremely accurate, unrestricted data on virtually any person in the galaxy, where do those data come from? Where are those data being held? Who controls those datasets? Why are these data being collected?

I think andor most excels at attending to the bureaucratic and administrative elements of the empire. “The Empire” is not a literal physical thing that you can point to and say it exists, it’s a collection of people and equipment and buildings and processes and laws and ideas. You see proof of the state in andor every time a database is queried, every time a criminal record is made, every time a security contract for another planet is secured. a person could go their entire life without seeing a star destroyer and still know the empire is very much real. It’s literally doing “we live in a society” shit with star wars. It approaches star wars not at the level of individual characters but at the level of systems, as a process of history that you are watching unfold, and that history is being told through the lens of people experiencing it.

This is sort of drifting off topic, so to circle back - I think andor is demonstrating the power of star wars canon in a way previously unconsidered, and people are (i think understandably) irritated that, for all the money and brain power and talent behind a lot of the other shows, we aren’t getting the same level of curiosity for this incredibly expansive fictional universe. I don’t think star wars always has to be this way, or even be this serious, but I think the recent narrative failures of the other shows (the mandalorian, kenobi, book of boba fett) demonstrate that star wars does not have to be about itself - you can explore the canon seriously and create stories from what already exists. You do not need to treat characters as saints or action figures, you do not need to flinch away from them showing vulnerability or humility or flaws. People will disagree that the shows I mentioned do this in the first place, but then they’re the people who say “you’re pretentious” to begin with, so in the immortal words of sun tzu. who give a shit

[jungle-angel]

Spectacularly Spooky Stories (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: It's an absolutely shitty day while you and Bob are on vacation from work, but that doesn't mean there's no room for spooky stories to be told

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe Helena my love, I can't appreciate enough whenever you answer an ask I've sent in, consider this my little gift to you my friend (lol).

"Prepare yourselves, or be overwhelmed. The horseman descends upon this realm! The skies grow dark. The flames burn bright! None shall escape the horseman's sight!" you read from the battered old book with the weakening spine and yellowing pages.

"Harken, cur! 'Tis you I spurn! Listen well, and feel the burn!" Bob quoted with a mouthful of cider donut.

You laughed a little, the chills running down your back as a low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky above your street and the old Victorian where you and Bob had taken to living now that he was teaching at your school.

"You enjoying that donut?" you chuckled.

"Always baby," Bob answered before he was finally able to swallow. "Love this time of year."

"Spooky stories, cider donuts and a whole two weeks at home with you," you told him. "Though I think your copy of Sleepy Hollow has seen better days."

"That's nothing," Bob insisted. "You should've seen a copy of the Scottish Play that Kelsey and Kayleigh Perrault were carrying around the other day. That thing was beat to shit."

"You should've told me Bob, I would've given them mine," you told him.

"Hey, the bookshelf in your classroom is thin enough as is," Bob informed you. "If history's taught us anything, it's never deplete your resources. Now the librarian on the other hand......"

"Is a pretentious, annoying bitch who's on her way to getting fired?" you chuckled.

Bob had opened his mouth to say something, but you had quickly taken the words right out of his mouth. "Good point," was all he was able to get out.

"I know," you told him. "I saw her griping at Mona's fourth graders when they were going down the stairs to the library and heard all about it when we were in the break room for lunch."

Bob rolled his eyes. If anything that rang true throughout the school, it was never, in the history of ever, mess with Mona Reyes, one of the grades teachers in the lower half of the school. She was a tiny little thing who ran her class with military precision and hated nitpicky people more than anything, especially the beaked nose librarian who thought it her job to nitpick everyone and everything in the school, more so when Bob brought his students down for research projects.

He leaned in and kissed you, the taste of the apple cider donut still on his lips and sweeter than ever as he drew a quiet little moan from your throat. "What do you say I make the both of us a hazelnut coffee?" he murmured. "I think it's that kind of a day."

You kissed him right back. "I would love that very much sweetheart," you said to your husband.

Bob scurried away to the kitchen and put two of the k-cups into the coffee maker, taking care to add extra milk into the mugs. He lit a fire in the fireplace and crawled under the thick, fuzzy throw blanket with you, the two of you reading over Sleepy Hollow in the hopes that you could get some new ideas for your main lesson when you got back from vacation. The rain continued to batter the windows, the skies outside dark as ever but you and Bob staying cozy in your own private library and away from the rest of your troubles.

[galaxostars]

Thank you @amethystheart2421 for the tag!!

• I didn’t have a wattpad phase bc when I was twelve I was a pretentious little shit who used to look down on it and feel superior for not reading it (I was in fact, not superior lmao)

• also fanfic in itself is self indulgent so that was an obvious cross

• oooh writing when drunk that one is actually my solution to get over my writers block lol very efficient

• also, do people have ideas during the day?? I thought it was a universal experience to get hit by inspiration in the middle of the night 🤡

• the “need coffee” doesn’t count cause I need for everything anyway

Np tags : @quiethauntings @emlovessid @thistlecatfics @arviyya @courfee @iaskedforthefuture @goldenbi @onehundredflamingos @the-invisibility-bloke @bluedahlia912

[jammerskrik]

tell us abt a treasured childhood memory

my immediate and extended fam had a longstanding inside joke that began during Christmastime in 2001 (—right after 9/11) that was just an impression of my nerdy grandfather conjuring pin-drop silence from loudly reciting the shahada in a busy upscale restaurant in NH lmao. something reminded me of that recently and it made me smile. the other enduring joke from that particular trip was from when I had asked my father what my grandfather was like in the 1960s and he replied, ‘what do you think lol, Grandad stood in his beautiful garden with a snifter of scotch and a gauloise and would occasionally say things like, “Geoffrey, are you and Billy smoking hashish in the shrubbery again?”’ —and he nailed my grandfather’s affected pretentious transatlantic/Frasier Crane-ass accent so totally that ‘hashish in the shrubbery’ became like a circumlocution-based meme/expression used in place of calling basic mischief mischief.

my last year of Catholic school/the year prior the headmaster nun called me down to the office and when I arrived all the nuns were there in a line to gravely inform me that they had just finished all the math for our little academic awards show they’d always held up in the church. I had always been neck and neck competing with one particular Irish lad and the nuns were dismayed bc I had beaten out Shane that year by one or two tenths of a GPA point, and the nuns were wondering if I would be okay with getting the highest verbal iq ribbon they had given me a few times, as the final results had always been the reverse, with Shane edging me out by a hair. I don’t even remember the silly name we had for the overall academic dominance ribbon lol, but they asked if I would be okay with them giving it to Shane instead, because we all knew Shane was emotionally unstable about valuing school, like if he ever got an A- they’d find him out in the yard banging his skull against a retaining wall chanting “stupid” at himself kind of shit; the nuns legitimately feared if they gave me valedictorian Shane would leap off the school building to kill himself, but then it also troubled them bc it would be dishonest to publicly rank me silver if I objectively got gold. I was ten in 2000, but I understood the concern and said ofc they could give it to Shane, he was definitely expecting it, and thanked them for letting me know the truth privately. They were so relieved and weirdly proud of me for being willing to graciously keep that secret. I had completely forgotten about this until my mother and brother both brought it up last autumn on a walk, but they both recalled it in this very bitter negative sort of way, like I was some kind of poorly treated unsung genius kid who was unfairly given short shrift, but I was like, you guys… that was like a character development moment for me, that’s a positive memory lmao

[mysticmellowlove]

I really need to know Bowen's past with Reader. When and where he met us, and what he thought when he saw us. Bowen is clearly a complex character, and if he became obsessed with us, it was for something remarkable; that b!tch seems too pretentious. 

note; he's a prick frfr... but how did he end up the way he is?

warnings; bowen, asshole bowen, gn reader, yandere shit, violence lol,

A clipped groan left his mouth as he looked over the table at his friends. They were being loud again, drinks sloshing around as they crowded over a phone playing a clip from one of the parties he had been to. He had wanted to go somewhere more upscale but his friends had insisted on going here.

At least it was good for one thing, the people of the upper class wouldn't see him hanging around these degenerates. Sometimes he hated his friends but they were fun and just as crazy as he was. Teen years were the time to be experimenting with one's true self after all.

Just as he was about to get up and order another soft drink the doorbell to the diner rang and more people filed in. This time it was a large family, dressed in modest clothes and toting around too many kids for his liking. He would've moved on immediately but someone... someone caught his eye.

With their head tucked into their phone, a disappointed look on their face was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen in his entire life. If he were to liken anyone to a piece of art it would be this person. Symmetrical face, pouting lips, tamed hair... even the acne marks on their face didn't bother him like it usually would.

It was... infuriatingly beautiful. As if they shouldn't even be a person but a statue in some museum or something.

His expression soured. Why was he so offended by their existence? Why did he want to go over there and introduce himself? Why did he want to smash their face in and turn them into a bloody mass on the side of the road? His chest seemed to heave with the weight of his breathing, heart beating faster and faster until he eventually got up and beelined for the bathroom.

As he stood in front of the mirror he looked at himself, his own face... not nearly as perfect as theirs.

"What the fuck?" He muttered to himself as he turned on the tap and ran his hands under the cold water. After splashing it on his face he scowled.

"Hey man, you good?" His friend, some prick called Andy or something, peeked his head past the door and looked at him before he bubbled into laughs.

"You look like some sort of tomato dude? You sick?" Andy laughed as he looked back at his reflection. From his ears to halfway down his neck his skin was splotchy and red.

"Nah..." He murmured as he pulled back from the sink and wiped his hands on his jeans.

"Hey, I'm going to hang around for a little while longer, you guys go on ahead." He said, still looking at his face. Andy's eyebrow perked up but he didn't say anything in response, probably too excited to get over to the cheerleaders' house for their welcome back-to-school party.

With that he was left alone with his thoughts... and his face. His imperfect face. He had to do something about them, if they had gotten this much of a rise out of him something had to be done. This was the first time in ages he had ever been shaken up over something not going his way. Over something not being as perfect as his life was expected to be.

He had to figure out who they were and when he did... he had to kill them. Then everything would go back to normal, everything would be just fine.

[lemontarto]

Man I need more of that racer au PLEASE 🙏🏼 what are your thinkity-thoughts

grinning evilly i have so many thinkity thoughts but 2 first clarify this au and most aus i make r in collaboration with @everyonehasthoughts cajse we love fitz a lot

Theres a bit of background info u need for theWhole thing but im just gonna focus on the detz aspect of it for the most part . under the cut cause its very extensive

context:

della used to be a big famous racer but she'd disappeared from the racing world (drag racing 2 clarify) after she'd married alden

(asshole guy btw hes always evil) who was a Big Sponsor of races. ceo of some fitness sports related company

subsequently the vacker children get into racing bc Vacker legacy etc etc

alvar switches to a different (rival) sponsor (neverseen) cause he n alden do not click so well (this is putting it kindly) and that caused a big conflict between him n fitz

Character profiles:

(borht fitz n dex are in the 18-19 range n bianas somewhere lke 17 so she can race)

FITZ:

horrible racer, always last place. he still does it cause he wants 2 improve sooo bad. he overthinks n doesnt have self confidence (we love alden!)

still got the book 1 personality tho! pretentious lil guy <3 he might not have faith in himself but he can tell u all abt the vacker family legacy

very intense abt everything unless hes not. pride and frustrations are his strongest emotions but everything else is too complicated. constantly furrowing his brows

which means hes got a notoriously bad temper... the crowd loves him tho cuase he adds drama and its interesting, so he makes a name for himself sort of

He's a boxer! its more of a respected sport than drag racing and it's what hes known for outside of the cars.

he gets into the Occasional fight (once with alvar that caused a big scene. keefe but they became bffs. and Then dex!!) but the worst he does after losing is probably punching something 🤷‍♂️

he gets a lot of modelling gigs with biana cause they're That vacker duo right. Mostly atheleisure and some high fashion but nothing super prestigous just be aware hes on magazines somewhere!!

still a baker man its one of his hidden talents. we love a gift giving love language ☺

short king (5'7") but makes up for it by being swole or whatever

DEX:

dex is a general mechanic that works at the track n hes actually decent at racing but he hates people so he a fixer upper !

Tall noodly guy. towers ofver fitz (6'3" range) but hes scrappy

hes all bark where fitz is all bite

Lovees to trash talk ppl its his other passion.

Full of spite its one of his fundamental characteristics

probably talks to cars.

Im not a dex girlie so sorry this is very short for him 🙏

general plot things:

dex is Fed up with fitz's attitude 120% of the time so he messes with fitzs car a lot but fitz cant figure out who does it. think spray painting or screwing something loose or emptying his tank hes kinda foul

meanwhile fitz doesnt even remember who dex is half of the time hes kinda dense (deck dizznee...) hes busy racing horribly!! and working for alden

Fitz finds out dex has been messing with his car when he's on the track and dex is giggling off tothe side Which is when it clicks

(taken from the dms this is lke their confrontation:)

Fitz takes a swing at him ad a scuffle breaks out LOL. dex ends up with a black eye and fitz a broken nose from dex headbutting him before forkle (owner of the track) drags them off and basically kicks them out

'dont bother coming back until you two can get along' type shit (to be fair. hes been watching them beef for a while a public fight is his last straw)

Anyway they end up having to do bonding activities to get back on the track!! this involves fitz teaching dex how to fight (dexs silver tongue is bound to get him fucked up) and dex teaching fitz how to drive and treat a car

then dex sort of finds out little personal details abt fitz noone knows cause fitz is high strung and closed off (how do u relax... baking). hes kinda helping him cope !!

somewhere along those lines its not about getting along to stay on the track anymore but something Else.

Fun stuff:

dex does very much have a raging crush on fitz. at first its abt his physical appeal but he also grows to like his personality

fitz is dense to that cause he assumes everyones straight!! but does start realizing after keefe mentions something to him

keefe is constantly in the background he and fitz are models tgether. he lieks to bombard their training sessions and catches onto dexs crush faster than u could say hunkyhair.

teasing is in his blood and dex is not exempt from it!!

dex buys a magazine with fitz (and biana!) on the cover in secret but fitz thinks he likes biana and is totally against it. so while dex is pining after fitz fitz thinks hes trying to getwith his sister

meanwhile sophiana are very in love on the sidelines and oblivious.

fitz asks biana about dex (theyve never interacted) and she thinks fitz is obsessed with him (he is)

sometimes she asks him about dex which makes him think she DOES like dex but shes trying to clue him in to his own feelings (keefe is the one to do it)

biana ends up the true winner of this story ^__^ ̣ takes over fitzs spot!!

detz is now a thing too i guess

extra shit from the dms:

(about dex coming in n seeing boxer fish)

important final detail!! Fitz Never tippy toes hes always pulling dex down to his level (for fighting and kissing whatever floats ur boat)

[steelthroat]

I was painting and the religious-fanatic teacher came to me and started asking questions about my work. I answered them and I was ready to go on with my day and she goes "we used to talk more when you were well..."

And I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at her like "wtf" because lady you are under 2 wrong assumptions here:

I would let YOU of all people be aware of my mental state or personal life or anything that concerns ME at all.

That we had some kind of amicable relationship to begin with? No, I don't know how you got the wrong impression since I just ever talked to you after I disagreed with your views, criticized you and almost fought with you because you said something both incredibly stupid and triggering... just because I've kept things civil doesn't mean I don't consider you anything other than a pretentious asshole.

The audacity of this woman, to think she can come to me and act all motherly and attentive while trying to get her nose in my personal life while bringing up a past bond which never fricking existed????? What like do you miss our disagreements???

And I just told her, "But... I'm good tho" which is not 100% true, but that's none of her business anyway

And she goes "yeah but you were even better"

BITCH????? No I wasn't? I'm not doing super now but I've vastly improved since last year so idk are you tripping or something???? And then she says something else about my work and keeps talking to me and I'm being civil and cordial because I'm not a rude asshole even if he doesn't even deserve this courtesy for the way she treats us.

Idk what's wrong with her, like she thinks I'm some kind of "problematic kidTM" for the way I look who needs salvation?? Which is not true, I don't need you as a mother. I already have a loving family and friends. Thank you and get the hell away from me????

And even if I were looking for someone's help for anything, I would NEVER in a hundred thousand years go to her for it. Not even for a broken nail lol.

She would probably tell me to go to church and confess or some shit. She already told me to call a confessor for my grandma because she had a little accident when she heard me talking about it with someone else... fkn hell.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Need your Saltburn review though 👀

I will preface by saying that I personally find Emerald to be a filmmaker/writer that is rather boring at best and kind of... horrifically misled in that she thinks that shocking "darkness" = depth at worst. I think A Promising Young Woman had some fun visuals at points (and so does Saltburn--though I think this has less to do with Emerald having an eye and more for Emerald understanding aesthetic, which makes sense when you realize that her dad is an Eton-educated jeweler to the stars, King of Bling, I wonder if that possibly could ever have anything to do with a UK performer's rise, hmmmmm--) but the way it ended was just... Lol. Yes, Emerald! I know that this is how the story would probs end in real life, the women of the world NEEDED TO KNOW.

(Princess Weekes did a good little video essay about PYW btw, would recommend.)

But yeah, point is--I don't think Saltburn is a misstep for Emerald. I think she's just very mediocre and self-indulgent. You can be self-indulgent and get away with it when you have a vision and something to say (see: Baz). I don't think Emerald has something to say. I think Emerald has concepts, which she pushes to a point she thinks is edgy, but doesn't actually... string into a coherent idea.

First off, Saltburn is nothing new; and it doesn't need to be. I like the pretentious rich people problems aesthetic. I love the bacchanal of the upper crust sensibility. Hell, I loved Donna Tartt's The Secret History. Sierra Simone's Thornchapel series is one of my favorite things she's done. I love Cruel Intentions. I also love The Talented Mr. Ripley, which--

My good man. If you wish to watch what you think Saltburn was going to be, but with better actors (including Jude Law in what is essentially the Jacob Elordi role, which, uh, how we have fallen as a society) and honestly better homoeroticism in a movie made like 20 years ago... just watch The Talented Mr. Ripley.

But yeah. So, I think everything Emerald does is meant to shock but doesn't go quite far enough. It's little moments that happen, and aren't really contextualized in a way that feels like it's there to be anything more than shock value, which makes it less shocking. Like, the period fingerbang--if those characters had a dynamic which led up to that moment, if I felt the actual power play there, it might actually shock me. Or be sexy? For the record, Fair Play has a period sex scene within its first five minutes that is both more surprising and better in every way. The shit with Farleigh? Would be compelling. That was the one bit of chemistry in the movie, the moment when Oliver and Farleigh talked to each other right before the whole singalong disaster. But then it's happening and I'm like "why is Barry Keoghan fucking everyone in this movie except for Jacob Elordi? What is the point?"

And what is the point indeed. Jacob Elordi has the charisma of a medium-sized tree, and I suspect a medium-sized tree would do a better job of ditching the Aussie accent. Emerald's inadequacies could be overcome and made into a thing that is campy, maybe? Not good, but fun? Barry Keoghan does his best with the material. He's fun in the last like ten minutes of the movie wherein he's basically monologuing like a demented real housewife and dancing around naked. He tries so hard to create chemistry with Jacob, while Jacob's vibe is very "no homo". (But the character is supposed to be no homo, you say--is he, first off, because I honestly don't know what Emerald is saying, and second... Like.... The character can be not attracted to Barry's character will still giving us an essence of intrigue that would inform why Barry is spellbound.)

But the biggest issue is that the movie hinges on Jacob Elordi being worthy of obsession, and he is just a flop in this role. He doesn't sell himself as this posh, beautiful, Brideshead Revisited-But-A-Bro guy. He can't really act (there's a scene where the movie cuts to him giving a smile that I think is supposed to be charming and I went "yikes" out loud). He is up against people who are actually actors, which makes it a bit worse. Everything feels very forced and constructed, for want of a better term. If you do not get WHY this guy, then the movie flops. And try as I might, I cannot get WHY this guy.

(Might I add--the bathtub scene would've been more intriguing had we seen Jacob interact with the voyeurism, some sense that he knew, whether or not he enjoyed it. The queerness in this movie is so... It's just this queer guy being obsessed and rebuffed and murderous, and I don't know, there didn't seem to be enough exploring the ramifications of that kind of story.)

The Talented Mr. Ripley also hinges on the focal point of obsession being worthy of obsession. And again. It's Jude Law. And it's Jude Law giving a really good performance, too.

The movie also does some shit I really don't think it's equipped to do. Like, the premise is essentially the working class interloper (but like, he's not as working class as he saaaays so oooooohhhhh) is preying on this family of rich folks who offered him a place to land. And it's not inherently bad, imo, to tell that story. However, you need the rich people to have some role beyond being prey; you need to understand the predator's contempt beyond jealousy. But the rich people are cardboard. They aren't sharp. They may have a few throwaway lines that illustrate their own sins (including some very clumsily handled racism) but ultimately the movie gives Oliver more power than it does the elite upon whom he preys. So ultimately, you come away from it feeling like you're watching the anxieties of the upper class, re: the encroaching middle and working class... But there's no examination, because the rich people are just victims lol. I think it's genuine anxiety.

Yeah though, I thought it was really hokey basically.

[priestfrommidnightmass]

(gayroman, sorry lol using my main) this is important to Me. what do you think peter maldonado and sam ecklund's letterboxd top fours are

oh my fucking GOD. i have been waiting for this moment my whole life. EVERYONE BE QUIET. apologies in advance if i get a little lost along the way i have a lot of thoughts on the way they’d consume movies and the movies they’d love individually and together so…

i don’t think peter is a Total “film bro” but i do certainly think he enjoys the pretentious more than sam does. my list of movies that i deeply believe changed the trajectory of peter’s life includes: spotlight, american beauty, phantom thread, se7en, the social network, ex machina, nightcrawler, and gone girl. spotlight came out just before av happened and i think 15 year old peter was Never the same after that. he was like oh my god i Need to do this. personally i didn’t like american beauty but i think he’s the type that would be changed by it at least when he was very young. i think he went into phantom thread expecting to not care abt it much but left thinking abt it for days and days on end and probably saw himself in it a little. se7en because. come on tell me he Wasn’t speechless after seeing that shit. same with the social network. like what do you want me to say. i think ex machina because i just do i just think he’d like it. nightcrawler because. (gestures) come on. and gone girl because i have this funny idea that sam and peter watched that together and both left changed for veryyyy different reasons. i think he’d also enjoy argo i forgot to mention that. but to answer the question of what would be in his top four… i’m gonna go with spotlight se7en nightcrawler and the social network… that feels right to me…

as for sam… i think sam has No tolerance for any of the shit peter enjoys. he’s not stupid by any means but he watches movies to have FUN ONLY!!! NONE OF THE BORING SHIT PETER LOVES!!! once on a whim i actually Did make sam’s letterboxd (ecklundmovies00 if anyone’s interested. i tell a story through that account it’s canon to me) and his actual letterboxd top four on there consists of: hot rod, the greatest showman, the lego batman movie, and spiderman 3. it just feels So right to me. it’s just true. honorable mentions to pitch perfect i think he’d love it very much and i believe he left 2018 forever changed after seeing love simon and call me by your name i think he certainly had a lot to unpack that year.

bonus thoughts i think they both force each other to watch movies the other Hates (peter often telling sam he doesn’t take things seriously and can’t recognize good cinema and sam complaining that peter hates fun and only loves boring shit.) however they do find some things they agree upon. one movie they can agree upon is clerks. peter likes it from a filmmaking standpoint and sees it as admirable since it was made on such a low budget and sam likes it because he thinks it’s funny and kind of wishes he could be randal. one of the Greatest truths i’ve decided on is that their one joint cinematic voice is the movie hot rod. it’s so shitty and yet anytime they need to distract themselves from the world they turn it on they’ve seen it together easily 15+ times. because of this they were also some of the only supporters of popstar: never stop never stopping when it came out. documentarians have to support documentarians! i also think they watched all of sherlock together and had a massive obsession with it they were using that av room to pick apart tjlc I KNOW IT! i also think they enjoyed seeing the most recent star wars trilogy and recent james bond movies together in theatres. i don’t know how much they enjoyed the movies themselves but they loved the ritual. but other than that there’s very little middle ground. can you tell i’ve been dying to talk abt this lmfao sorry. did that answer your question