#it's one of the things that bothered me about the movie

[xoxojisu]

SAY STAY.

synopsis: you're hoping you can stay and sleep with katsuki tonight.

notes: unofficialbf!katsuki obvi! but i think it can be read as official bf too lol. mild angst but it's honestly not that deep im just dramatic. but this is an x reader fic so you have to be dramatic too, okay? also not proofread i cant be bothered gn

you and katsuki are having a chill movie night, though you're not watching the movie at all. you're on katsuki's bed, your head on his chest and your legs intertwined. your head feels heavy, eyes drooping and sleepy, heart warm and content.

you want to stay so bad.

and it's not just because you’re too lazy to go back to your own dorm or anything (though you'll admit that trudging back to your dorm right now sounds highly unappealing). it's about wanting him. you just want to curl as far as you can into his warmth and turn into a boneless puddle in his arms. feel him cradle you to his body like you're something precious. wake up in the morning with him all sleepy and affectionate, maybe get a few soft forehead kisses. you just like being near him in general. he makes you feel safe. warm. wanted, maybe, if you don’t think too hard about it.

and his bed is sooo cozy and warm. his room smells like him. and your heart’s been aching lately in that soft, slow, touch-starved way, like it’s asking, hoping for something gentle.

you start to close your eyes. you didn't ask if you could stay the night, but you just assume, infer, hope that his desire to be close to you is nearly half as strong as yours. so, you say nothing, and hope he lets you stay.

surely he's comfortable too. surely he's been secretly hoping you'd stay tonight the way you have. surely he'd also like to cuddle to sleep and wake up still entangled, hearts and bodies intertwined.

but then he says it.

“hey. it’s getting late. you should probably get to bed.”

he’s not even looking at you. he’s half scrolling through his phone and half watching the movie, his thumb still rubbing mindless circles on your back.

your chest pulls tight. something behind your eyes stings.

you nod, small. try to smile.

“yeah,” you say, standing slowly, peeling yourself off of him. “yeah, you’re right.”

you take off his hoodie carefully, try not to look disappointed when the sleeves fall from your hands. he doesn’t notice. or maybe he does and he’s pretending.

you want to say something.

you want to ask, “can i stay?”

you want to tell him, “i don’t want to go.”

you want to question, “do you want me to be here the way i want to be here?”

"do you want me the way i want you?"

but instead you just fold his hoodie and set it on the chair by the door. try not to crumple into yourself when he stays silent.

your face is molded into an undeniable look of sadness, heartbreak, and mild disappointment. you catch it in the dark reflection of his window and swallow it fast.

“goodnight,” you whisper.

he grunts.

you walk out.

the hallway feels colder than usual. you wrap your arms around yourself on the way back to your dorm. your chest is buzzing, like it doesn’t know whether it wants to cry or scream or curl up and sleep forever.

you tell yourself it’s fine.

you tell yourself it's really not that deep. you were overstaying anyway. you’re clingy. too affectionate. too soft.

of course he didn’t want you there.

you lie alone in bed, the warmth previously filling all of your senses absent. you feel cold and empty, struggling to drift off to sleep despite being on the verge of it just five minutes ago.

your mind is flooded with so many thoughts. you're unreasonably anxious. things deprecating like, "you're too clingy" and justifications like, "he probably just needed some space and alone time" fill your head.

but above all, one thought stands out as the most prevalent.

"why doesn't he want me the way i want him?"

-

extra:

katsuki stares at the empty space where you were sitting. the dip in his sheets. the way his hoodie still smells like you.

he meant to say, "stay."

he meant to ask, “you wanna crash here?”

he meant to tell you, “i sleep, hell, even breathe better when you're with me.”

but the words caught in his throat.

and now you’re gone.

masterlist likes, rbs, + comments appreciated!

[wahapele]

Me fan girling over Cod men again recently has got my brain turning. So I give you boyfriend!soap x reader and how I think mornings would be like. Just a heads up, might not be the best since I haven’t written in YEEEEAARRS! But i needed to get this idea out of my head.

( Also, apologies in advance, realized I got to work on writing with accents. I have one myself(filipino) but definitely not used to writting a scottish one. So yeah. Not the best but wanted to get the idea out of my brain while it was still there.)

Pairing: John/Johnny “soap” McTavish x reader

Boyfriend!soap x reader (reader doesn’t have a specific gender in this)

Summary:Mornings with him.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: nothing explicit but little, very tiny, hint at spicy time but didn’t put it fully in. Just implied.

Boyfriend!soap who wakes you up with kisses all over your face and lays his entire body on you as you try to wiggle yourself free. Tells you he’ll move off you for a kiss. You trying to remind him that you haven’t even brushed your teeth yet. Him replying “Dae bother me”.

Boyfriend!soap reluctantly letting you get out of bed so you can get ready for the day. But not without a smack to the butt first.

Boyfriend!Soap tickling and making funny faces at you while you’re both in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Of course bending down to give you big ‘ole kiss once you’ve both finished. Wiggling his eyebrows at you after.

Boyfriend!soap snaking his arms around your waist and kissing the side of your neck while you’re making you both breakfast. Him whispering what “other” things he’d like for breakfast instead. “ Cannae ‘ave me starting ma dey without a taste bonnie. ” he says as his hands slowly trail down your hips.

Boyfriend!soap pouting after you smacked his hands with the spatula and told him to “behave”. Him muttering complaints under his breath but listening and snuggling back into you.

Boyfriend!soap helping with the dishes after breakfast saying “ A’ll do ‘em. ‘ant ‘ave you doing all the work bons” while kissing your forehead and shushing you away when you try to help.

Boyfriend!soap getting dragged by you to the couch in the living room after the dishes to watch a movie. Blankets covering you both as you snuggle into one another. A new movie that came out was playing, one that you’ve been dying to see but never had time to watch it while it was in theatres.

Boyfriend!soap not paying attention to the movie. Starts getting handsy again under the blanket while you try giving him a stern look cuz you he’s distracting you from the movie. Scolding him to knock it off and pay attention.

Boyfriend!soap saying “Dinnae ken ye’re talking aboot”. He’s just cuddling he says.

Boyfriend!soap getting turned on at one of the more romantic scenes in the movie and starts pressing into you more while littering your shoulder with kissing.

Turning to scold him again but eventually cracking and straight up laughing at the doggy eyes boyfriend!soap gives you. Planting a kiss on his lips while his eyes close and he makes a sound like all his problems just disappeared.

Boyfriend!soap absolutely pouncing on you after, making you squeal in surprise. Movie forgotten at this point.

Boyfriend!soap having to buy a copy of the movie after cuz you pouted that you didn’t get to finish it. Telling him that he has to watch it with you again.

Boyfriend!soap groaning about it but smiling all the same at you. Mans just thinking about repeating what happened an hour ago anyways. Sorry, don’t you’ll get through the movie unless you watch it alone.

Both of you deciding to take a little nap afterwards first though.

Boyfriend!soap staring at your sleeping face thanking whatever god/power that let him meet you. Falling asleep after giving you a peck on the forehead.

[furbtasticworksofart]

Spring-Lock Failure And Death: An Analysis

Quick Disclaimer: Lotta descriptions of gore in here. Also I have like a single semester in Anatomy, I'm not an expert, this is more of a writing drabble for my own reference if anything. But Scott Cawthon probably has done less research than me so I’m inclined to speak my truth.

ALSO BECAUSE I'M PETTY (¬_¬ ) When I say "spring-lock failure", the spring-locks themselves are not the cause of death. The cause of death is getting a robot endoskelton, previously held back with spring-locks and gravity, embedded in your flesh. Spring-locks are just the locking mechanism. This mix-up has bothered me for years.

*this was written before the FNaF movie btw. Been in draft since January 25th, 2021. It’s a fun time capsule*

The problems being violently crushed by robot parts cause:

To start, lets discuss bones. Considering the force it takes the crack bone is about 4000 newton's of force, at least the weight of of five standard pickup trucks, its unlikely any bones were actually broken within the process of the spring-lock failure.

However, that is only when supporting weight, and the suit pieces were unwound so rapidly in a way that they aimed for specific pieces in the bone, therefore it would do more harm because it might do more damage to one specific spot, and gravity working in tandem might be able to crush the rest of them. Still, that would only be enough to crack or damage the bone, so most would still be intact.

Depending on how many individual springlocks holding back individual suit pieces there were, it is very possible the combined amount of damage to the bones resulted in multiple fractures. If not, the metal bits could have embedded themselves into his bones, as bones are quite dense, and the sudden force might've gotten them stuck, but not enough to break the bone as a whole. Hence why Springtrap's got those weird little metal things embedded in his body n stuff.

(Yes. Yes I know about the bite of ‘83. For the sake of this discussion we are assuming that was an astronomical failure on a small child with brittle bones, Crying Child Georg is an outlier adn should not be counted. Also I don’t think his skull was entirely crushed but thats a different subject.)

Okay, but how did it kill him?:

Regardless of whether Willy actually got crushed like a grape in a juice press, he would've died of severe blood loss and multiple vital organs being punctured, and would've gone into like four different kinds of shock. Severe blood loss takes about five minutes to drain most of your blood to a deadly level, and that's if he's lucky, seeing as it's more likely his lungs and heart were some of the first thing to be punctured.

The lungs and heart are delicate, and those being damaged would've cause him to go into circulatory shock, which drains your blood faster and causes there to be a loss of oxygen, which could've caused serious brain damage had he actually managed to survive. The heart can take a bit of damage after being punctured, but the blood would've pooled around it and negate it's ability to pump blood. The lungs being punctured would've caused the air being held to flood the area around the lung, causing them to collapse and make breathing painful and increasing difficult. And either of these things will lead to next issue: Oxygen towards the brain.

Studies show the brain can only go four minutes without oxygen, but that's in controlled medical environment, so it's likely the brain would go much faster, especially if the endo parts managed to puncture the skull. Most farm animals take ten seconds to complete brain death.

But like, did it hurt?:

Yes.

It would've been excruciatingly painful for about the two seconds where he was still conscious, but couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two, and that's being generous. It is only through ghost shenanigans and pure annoying willpower his pain is prolonged.

TL;DR: William probably immediately passed out after that cutscene faded to black in FNaF 3 and then died of blood loss. On the plus side, those like three seconds he was still conscious would've been filled with excruciating pain, and depending on how much you want him to suffer and if you pull supernatural shenanigans, you can headcanon that period of time as long as you want.

[kaliido-s]

SPOILERS FOR PREDATOR: KILLER OF KILLERS BELOW CUT

Because I need to yap about that ending 😁

so. holy fucking shit. I need to preface by saying that I am a newcomer to this series and I’m not sure how many people will share my perspective, but I need to get this out anyway. The reason I love the Yautja is mostly for their personality. The first time I watched Predator I saw the Jungle Hunter as, while having a degree of respect for tradition and his prey, was also a bit of a cocky asshole who saw himself as a tier above the rest, and he had the might to back it up! That kind of character immediately drew me in, and I saw similar traits of that cocky attitude appear when I started watching more movies. To me, the Yautja have their customs and cultural norms to abide by, but many of them do not shy away from skirting around those rules whenever they can. Some of them will do anything for the love of the game and to chase the thrill of blood and gore.

AND THAT FUCKING WARLORD PREDATOR. HE EMBODIES THAT COMPLETELY AND I AM OVER THE MOON ABOUT IT.

I was GEEKING when I saw this man. HE FUCKING TALKS???? HE TALKS??? OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS OOOHHHHFGGSHAGSGHGH

he came out here with this deep ass voice speaking fucking YAUTJA LANGUAGE (which sounds so amazing and I am SO EXCITED to hear more of the conlang in Badlands), wearing a YAUTJA SKULL AS HIS MASK, and tells the characters to fight to the death so one of them can fight him and OBVIOUSLY die as well. DUDE. THE FUCKING AURA ON DISPLAY. IM GEEKING IM GEEKING IM GEEKING. The way he fondled the spines on his cape??? His chuckling??? HIS VOICE???? IM FUCKGJHNAGAGGDBBFJNSBSUBHIBJNJOR

This man is a serial aurafarmer and he NEVER LOST AURA ONCE. When Ursa and Kenji were kicking his ass he took that shit in strides, when they got away, he didn’t cry about it and throw a fit because then he would lose aura. He turned around to his clan, gestured to the ship and said, “Let’s go hunting!” THATS THE MOST YAUTJA FUCKING THING EVER BRO AAUGGGHHHAGSG I LOVE THESE BASTARD ALIEN JOCKS IM TWEAKING THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

and to calm down for a second, I’ve seen some discourse about this ending, and honestly I understand where people are coming from. While it’s frustrating that the movie doesn’t say it outright (which, they hardly ever do and thats doubly annoying), I think that this clan is definitely something like a group of Bad Bloods and does not represent the whole of Yautja. They might even be the clan that Feral Predator was from, given all the bone decor, but I don’t want to get too crazy. In any case, while these guys are very dishonourable assholes, the Yautja are not a monolith and Dan definitely does not treat them as such, especially given the variety of Predators he’s created. Dek is going to be our next protagonist and needs to be a sympathetic character, and it would be difficult to keep him that way if he comes from a society of people who will literally never let someone who fairly beats a predator get away. I have faith in Dan and his team, but I get if people were rubbed the wrong way by this ending. I kind of am too in a few ways, cough Naru cough, but I’m kind of way too autistic about these aliens and this fucking warlord bitch to be that bothered by it 😭 I really really liked it and my Predator and Deltarune brainrot are going to be fighting each other once I finally get my hands on that game. If anyone actually read this whole yap I appreciate you.

[fixfoxnox]

May I have an asexual reader x bob reynolds? With pining and hurt but then comfort uwu

This is a very short drabble as I am not very good at writing hurt/comfort, but I hope you enjoy it!

No New Knitting

Ship: Bob/Ace!GN!Reader

Warnings: not proofread

It starts, as most things start, with an offhand comment.

It was nothing, really, just a conversation about Bob from the rest of the group. He'd been visiting a craft store more than normal recently and the theories were running rampant among the team.

"He's making one of us something!"

"He's getting in his head again!"

"Maybe he just found a new hobby?"

It was Alexei who had given a boisterous laugh and suggested, "Maybe he has found a little someone someone? Could be a girl?" They'd stared at him for a long moment, the idea almost seeming ridiculous. Bob, seeing someone?

Then John jumped in, "Actually he might be right? I mean the guy spend the last year in a test facility, he's got to be horny."

There was that uncomfortable feeling in their chest, the one that always rushed up when conversations like this happened. The desire to connect, to understand. That brief flash of themselves before they had finally accepted who they were. They brushed it off, focusing instead on the twinge of hurt at that idea.

It wasn't like Bob had to tell them, but they were friends. Good friends! Such good friends that maybe they wanted the casual intimacy provided, they craved it. Such good friends that they wanted to be more.

Bob didn't know that, though, and he didn't have to. There was no reason, especially if what John said was true. Sure, they could enjoy it every once in a while, but there was no desire for it. Not in the way Bob might want.

It was better to remove themselves from the situation. Better to leave before they made a situation of it, no doubt the other members of the team would be able to read something in their face that would give them away.

The conversation was almost out of their mind. No really! It was! They were doing a grand job (in their own opinion) of not thinking about Bob with someone else. Or of Bob with his hands wrapped in some craft he only picked up for some pretty worker at a store. The very thought would never cross their mind!

Then came the phone call. The one they clearly weren't supposed to hear, but hadn't been able to stop themselves from listening anyway. They only meant to see of he wanted to watch a movie! That was all!

"Okay so walk me through it slowly." There was something about the softness in his voice, the way he spoke with care that had them stopping. They leaned closer to the door, pressing their ear against the wood.

There was no other voice, but it was clear Bob was speaking to someone. "It keeps slipping," his voice sounded tired, like he was growing frustrated, "I just need you, I think." Their heart dropped. "Can I buy you coffee? Tomorrow?"

They were on their way back to their room before the rest of the conversation could finish.

It took two days of avoiding him for Bob to seek them out, shoving into their room with little care for their protests.

Bob looked flustered and disheveled, carrying a small clothing box in his hands. "You've been avoiding me," he didn't bother mincing words, a fact that left them wincing in embarrassment. Damn him for being more mature.

"Its not like that," their protest was rather weak, "I figured you would be spending time with your partner."

There was a stilted silence as Bob looked at them, his face neutral. Then, after a moment, "My what?"

"You know," They motioned to him, "the person from the craft store? The one you've been dating? That's why you've been going right?"

Bob wrinkled his nose at that, "The only person I've been seeing from the craft store is Gertrude, the seventy year old teaching me how to knit."

"Seventy?" Now they wrinkled their nose, flooding with confusion. "But Walker said- wait, you're learning how to knit?"

"Walker said I was seeing someone? Okay, we'll, your first mistake was believing him. And, yes," Bob rubbed at the back of his neck, seeming a bit embarassed as he nudged the box toward them, "I've been working on something for you."

Now the confusion was even greater. Bob was not dating anyone, he was being taught to knit by a seventy year old named Gertrude, and he'd made them something. They looked down at the box, trying to figure out just what was happening as they lifted the lid.

Shakily, their hands tugged at the soft material, pulling out a sweater made in their favorite color.

"Turn it around," Bob's face was red at this point, showing how nervous he truly was.

They followed his instructions, turning the sweater around to see the lopsided rendition of their favorite animal on the front. Their heart fluttered as they realized how much work must have gone into the sweater.

"Bob," their voice was soft. They held the sweater to their chest, fighting off tears as they looked up at him.

"I was going to give it to you on our first date," Bob admitted, fiddling with his fingers as he did, "wanted to show that I was genuine. Figured now would be a better time."

"You want to take me out on a date?"

"If you'll let me?"

They would. He could take them anywhere if he wanted. They would let him.

[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author’s note: English is not my first language. This has been in my drafts since forever. I couldn't get myself to write smut, so I hope it turned out to be good. Let me know in the comments!

Warnings: 🔞‼️smut, vaginal sex, established relationship, oral sex, edging, praise kink, cowgirl

Summary: Y/N planned a perfect welcome home for Hotch.

Words: 4,736k

Home for dessert

Y/N didn’t know where her aversion came from; she just knew she hated it. She couldn’t understand the appeal of grand romantic gestures, the overly elaborate surprises, the dramatic love declarations, and the way some people seemed to live in a romantic movie with too much love in the air, which normally wasn’t bad, but everything seemed forced. The overpriced gifts, the unnecessary pressure of planning the perfect evening, and the too-public display of affection were too much. Love, to her, was something private that could be found in everyday things.

Over the years, she realized that it wasn’t due to heartbreak or cynicism, but simply because it didn’t fit into her life. She spent most of her life on deployment, and there was always something more important than a fancy dinner: a mission, a meeting, some duty to fulfill. 

When she started dating Hotch, he already knew that about her and didn’t force anything. He agreed with her that showing love wasn’t about grand gestures on a specific day on the calendar, and he started a tradition she hoped he’d never stop.

The first time that happened, she almost missed it. Hotch had left for an early meeting and was in a rush for work when she noticed a yellow note on her fridge. With her eyebrows narrowed, she took a closer look at it.

“You’re probably late for work, so I already filled your mug. I love you.”

She smiled at how well he knew her and how thoughtful he had been. She grabbed the blue mug on the counter and hurried out of her apartment, ready to face the day. 

From that day on, the notes appeared randomly and everywhere. No special occasions, no anniversaries, just random days. Even on the worst day at work, one note from him had the power to make her smile, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as a hint of red appeared on her cheeks. 

A reminder on her laptop, a teasing comment slipped into her go-bag, and a heartwarming confession waited on the bathroom mirror after a late night. Sometimes, they were playful. Other times, they made her flush so hot she had to shove them away before they made the situation worse. She never told him how much they meant to her and kept every single one of them. 

“You look so hot in your uniform, Lieutenant.”

“Thinking about you 😊 ”

“Dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at 7 pm. I love you!”

*

The end of her turn arrived more quickly than she thought, and without even realizing it. Too caught up in the post-mission report, she didn’t notice the sun was starting to settle down as its light cast a golden glow on the city.

Eager to go home, she quickly left the office, not even bothering to clean up her desk. Jack was with Jessica, and Y/N thought it was the perfect night to spend quality time with Hotch alone. She had nothing planned, but wanted to do something special because lately they haven’t had the chance to spend much time together.

On the way home, she stopped at the grocery store, her mind already making a mental list of the ingredients she needed. She moved through the aisles, looking for everything she needed to make his favorite dish: lasagna. She rapidly collected everything, along with a bottle of red wine she knew he would have liked. 

As she entered their house, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation rushing through her body. Everything was ready on the kitchen counter, and she began to chop onions and carrots and brown them in a pan with oil. Soon, she added meat and tomato sauce, letting it simmer on the stove. 

As the aroma filled the house, Y/N took the chance to take a shower, the warm water soothing over her body, washing away all the tension built during the day.

She closed her eyes, enjoying every second as the heat loosened the knots in her shoulders. The thought of the evening ahead made her shiver in anticipation, and her chest filled with immense joy as her heartbeat quickened. She rinsed off the shampoo and stepped out of the shower with a smile on her face. The towel wrapped around her body felt soft against her skin as she moved to dry her hair.

The sound of her phone echoed in the bathroom, breaking the silence. She reached over and saw it was a text from Hotch.

I’ll be home in a few hours. I love you 

Her heart skipped a beat. That’s all it took him to make her feel like a teenager, eager for him to come home. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had plenty of time to assemble the lasagna and set the table before he arrived. Her response was quick.

I can’t wait. I love you

She dried her hair, put some clothes on, and walked into the kitchen to finish making dinner. As the aroma of the homemade sauce filled the air, she began assembling the lasagna. With a little effort, the lasagna was ready in a short time.   

Once it was in the oven, she walked to the bedroom and slipped into a black lace set of lingerie she had never worn before. Her eyes caught her reflection in the full-length mirror, and she couldn’t help but smile, feeling confident as she imagined Hotch’s reaction when he sees her in it. Just the thought of his penetrating gaze made her pulse quicken, and her blood ran hot in her veins. 

Without wasting more time, she slipped into a burgundy midi dress. The soft fabric hugged her body, shaping her curves, and the deep V-neckline was enough to allow a glimpse of the bra underneath. The color emphasized her eyes and complemented her skin, making her glow. 

Moving back into the kitchen, Y/N started setting the table, carefully lighting a few candles. The soft glow of the light created a romantic atmosphere in the room. She arranged the glasses, set the plates, and opened the wine. The ding of the oven warned her that the lasagna was ready; the only thing that was missing now was Hotch.

Half an hour later, the sound of the keys turning in the lock sent a thrill down her spine. He stepped inside the house, looking exhausted but happy to be home. His eyes scanned the room as the soft glow of the candles, the table set, and the unmistakable scent of the lasagna welcomed him. And then, his gaze landed on her.

For what seemed like an eternity, he just stared, his eyes roaming over her body, appreciating every single inch of her curves. His lips parted slightly like he was about to say something, but he stood speechless. Then, a slow smile formed on his face.

“You look beautiful.” He said from where he was standing.

She flashed him a wide smile as her face glowed red. “Thank you.”

He set down his briefcase and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to gently meet her lips. A slow, searing kiss that carried all the love. Her heart began beating faster in her chest, and the scent of his perfume was dizzying, making her weak at the knees. Hotch’s lips felt impossibly soft on hers.

Her hands found their way to his waist, pulling him closer to her and savoring every second of the moment. When he pulled back, she missed the sensations of his lips on hers, blinking a few times before coming back to her senses. The look in his eyes was nothing but pure and loving, and once again made her weak.

“Hi,” he said softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“Hi,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “Come on, I made dinner.”

“Lasagna?”

She nodded. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

He shook his head, and his expression softened. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I do.” Her hands were still around his waist to keep him close. “Our jobs don’t allow us to stay together as much as we’d want to, and that’s what makes us, us .”

His eyes saddened slightly at her words as the reality of their demanding jobs hit him. But before he could speak, she tightened her embrace, warming his chest.

“But I miss you when you’re not next to me in the morning or when you’re out of town for days, so I think we should cherish every moment we have together. And tonight, it’s one of those moments.” 

He smiled gently, his hands sliding over her shoulders. “Thank you.” He murmured, leaning to press a soft kiss on her temple.

As the gentleman that he was, he pulled out the chair for her before sitting at his place and filled both their glasses with red wine. He couldn’t put into words how happy he was to be there with her.  Even during the bad day, she was his light in the storm, a safe harbor to always come back to.

“To us.”

“To us.”

They toasted, clicking the glasses together, their eyes never leaving each other, building the tension that was growing between them. They didn’t mind eating in silence, simply enjoying the presence of the other while exchanging looks. It was something they never really cared about: silence. In the confusion of their lives, it was almost comforting not to be obliged to talk because even in silence, they perfectly understood each other. 

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” He said, reaching for her hand, his voice full of appreciation.

She smiled proudly. “Thank you. Be sure to have some room for dessert, though.”

His eyebrows narrowed in genuine curiosity. “What’s for dessert?”

“Me.”

For a moment, he didn’t move or say anything, taken aback by her answer. His eyes darkened, his jaws tensed, and his heartbeat fastened. She slowly rose from the chair, her eyes never leaving his. A provocative smile marked her face as she blew out the candles in front of her. He watched her, carefully studying her every move. The tension in the air was growing. Without saying a word, she began walking towards the bedroom, turning her back to him, fully aware that his eyes were following her. 

As she got to the door frame of the bedroom, she felt her heart starting to race, but kept her composure. She knew he followed her when she heard his footsteps; the sound of his shoes meeting the floor sent a wave of heat through her body as he approached.

She didn’t have to look behind herself to know he was now directly behind her, she could feel the heat of his stare. The space that had previously been between them was lessening, and she could feel the tension set in the air. 

She finally turned to face him, and, standing in front of each other, they were just a few inches apart. The prolonged eye contact sent shivers down her body. His intense gaze was looking right through her, his dilated pupils spoke his intentions. The evident desire was like a force that pulled them closer. 

His look shifted from her eyes to her lips as a smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. One of his hands tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before resting on her cheek. The simple gesture ignited a fire within her and made her pulse quicken. The air between them was thick with anticipation and desire. His sharp features made the hunger in his gaze even more pronounced.

His lips met hers again in a searing kiss, filled with intensity. She gasped a little as he deepened it. Her hands tangled in his short hair, pulling him impossibly closer, and he tightened his grip on her hip. Every inch of her was pressed against him as she arched into him. 

Every touch, every movement was driven by love, need, and urgency, deliberate as he was savouring every second, determined to make her feel how much he wanted her. 

And God, she felt that. 

He trailed down the side of her neck as he moved her head slightly to give him better access. His breath was hot against her skin as he left sloppy kisses along the way. The blood was running hot in her veins, growing her desire. One of his hands found the zip of her dress and agonisingly slowly pulled it down. His fingers, slightly touching her skin, sent a shiver down her spine. She melted into him as he moved the zipper down. His touch was gentle in stark contrast with the way he was kissing her. 

Her hands roamed over his chest, still covered by the shirt, as she managed to undo his tie, which was thrown somewhere in the room. Underneath her touch, his chest felt toned with just enough definition. One by one, she loosened the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off his muscular shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. 

He matched her actions and slowly slid her dress down her shoulders, which joined his shirt. He noticed what she was wearing and pulled away to fully look at her. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated, a smirk formed in the corner of his mouth as his gaze roamed over her body to get a mental photograph. 

She bit her lips at the effect she had on him and smiled proudly at herself. She felt beautiful and confident. He made her feel beautiful and confident. “You like it?”

Hotch chuckled, smirking, his gaze moving from her head to her toes. “ Like isn’t the right word, honey.”

He closed the distance between them once again and went straight to kiss her weak spot on her neck, tangling her hair. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He murmured against her skin. 

“I might have an idea.” She whispered between moans. 

Without breaking the kiss, he guided her backwards, his hands firm on her hips. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and he took the opportunity to lie her on the bed and climbed over her, meeting her lips again. His hand moved down her body, over the smooth fabric of the lingerie. His rough touch made her squirm under him as he started palming her breast. Y/N arched into his touch as he moved his kisses down her neck, slowly trailing down her chest. 

He moved the cup of her bra and his mouth found her nipple, he started sucking it hard while playing with the other. She felt hot all over at the burning feeling within her. His hands were magic and knew exactly what they were doing. 

“God, Aaron.” She moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair.

He sucked harder and a sharp moan left her mouth, her back arching towards him. He hummed against her skin, and the vibrations sent another shiver thought her spine.

She was burning under his touch. The wetness between her thighs was growing unbearable as he worked her over with his mouth and hands.

He smirked against her. “You’re beautiful like this.” He murmured, his voice low, filled with need. 

Her fingers gripped the sheets as he moved lower, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her stomach. The feeling was overwhelming as the fire within her grew stronger. He paused for a moment, looking up at her with a smirk. 

“Tell me what you need, Y/N.” He whispered.

“I need you, Aaron. Please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, and the desperation was clear.

Without wasting another second, his fingers slipped beneath the lace and slid her panties off, tossing them somewhere across the room before taking a moment to admire her. He took in every curve, every inch of her naked body before him.

“Now, I was promised dessert, was I?” he said, smirking.

With his lips pressed against her stomach, he moved down her body, making her gasp in anticipation, making his way closer to her entrance. He moved down deliberately slowly to tease her, to enjoy every reaction of her body under his touch.

When he finally reached her inner thighs, she couldn’t hold back a moan. He started soft, taking his time to taste her. Soon, her body arched against him, begging for more.

“God, Aaron.” She moaned softly.

He began sucking harder, using his tongue with purpose, circling and teasing her clit. She was getting wetter and wetter as he worked on her relentlessly. She was close, so close, she could feel the familiar feeling growing in her stomach. Her heart raced faster, her breath cut short as she gasped for air.

And then he pulled back.

She let out a frustrated whimper, her eyes wide open as she looked down at him. “You bastard.”

He smirked. “Not yet, honey.”

A shiver raced down her spine, her core clenched at his words as he moved back up her body. Hotch pressed his lips on hers once more. She could taste herself on his mouth, the sensation sent another shiver through her.

“Stop teasing.” She whispered against his lips.

His eyes were filled with a hunger she was familiar with, but every time he looked at her in that way, it was like the first time. The sensation in her stomach grew stronger under his intense gaze. Hotch knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to show it. He wanted to pleasure her and make up for the lost time, and he was determined.

He moved back down and started working on her again, and could feel her body tightening under him. The pleasure built again in her within a few minutes, the moan grew louder at every touch, Y/N's hands found their way in his hair, gripping tightly. 

“God, Aaron. I’m close.” Her words were barely above a whisper, cut by her heavy breaths. 

Hotch smirked again as he pushed two fingers inside her, making her gasp loudly. He curled his finger faster as she moaned. She squirmed beneath him, the stimulation was too much to bear, and she could hold it anymore. And Hotch could feel it.

“Cum for me, honey,” he growled. 

The vibrations of his voice and the fingers working on her made her explode with pleasure. And then she shattered. A cry tore from her lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her thighs clamping around his head as she came undone beneath him. 

He didn’t stop, working her through it, his fingers pumping into her as his tongue continued its torment. By the time the tremors faded, she was gasping for breath, her body still trembling. Hotch withdrew his fingers slowly, his eyes dark with hunger as he moved back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending another jolt of heat through her as she cupped his face in her hands, deepening the kiss. 

With her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, she could feel his cock pressing against her through the fabric of his pants. The pressure alone made her shiver, her body still sensitive from the high he’d just pulled from her.

His breath caught at the contact, his forehead resting against hers for a moment as their eyes locked. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, voice gravelly and low. “I want you on top.”

Y/N blinked up at him for a moment. She hadn’t expected that request, but the moment she realized his words, the idea bloomed in her chest like fire.

“You’re still wearing too much,” she said, voice husky, fingers tugging at the waistband of his pants with a lazy smirk.

He chuckled. “You’re right.”

He climbed off the bed to get rid of the last pieces of clothes that were still between them. Undoing his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Watching him, standing in front of her while undressing like this, was oddly intimate. He kicked off his pants and briefs and left them hanging on the floor. 

He sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Y/N crawled over to him, straddling his lap. His hands instinctively settled on her hips, thumbs brushing the warm skin just above her thighs. She could feel him already hardening again beneath her, the heat of him pressing against her center as she settled atop him.

She traced his jaw with her fingertips, never leaving his gaze, before kissing him again, slowly, taking her time to taste him again. She rocked her hips slightly, and the contact alone made him inhale sharply.

He groaned, his fingers tightening around her waist. “God, Y/N…”

She reached between them, guiding him, the tip of him brushing her clit. They both stilled, eyes locking. Then she slowly sank down onto him, inch by inch, her breath catching at the sensation. Her nails dug gently into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling. Hotch’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his head tilting back against the headboard, groaning. 

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, leaning down to kiss him. “Perfect.”

She let out a soft moan as she began to move, slowly at first to feel every inch of him and savor the sensation, her hands firmly on his shoulders to ground herself. Her hair fell on her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as she moved above him. 

He let her take the lead, setting the pace. His hands were firmly on her hips like he was afraid she would slip through his fingers. Her rhythm was slow and steady, her movements fluid as she rode him. 

“God, Aaron.” She moaned softly as her head tilted back while the pleasure began to build again within her. 

Aaron’s hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts. His mouth found her collarbone, and a series of wet kisses trailed down her neck and shoulder. Having her completely bare above him, moving expertly to pleasure both herself and him, was almost too much.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” his murmored against her neck.

A tint of red colored her cheeks at his words, something in her chest moved, and she never felt more loved and desired by a man. “You make me feel beautiful.” 

His hands kept exploring her body, moving up and down her back while keeping her close to him. Her chest pressed against his as she moved over him. He encouraged her movements, guiding her gently, his voice rough and low.

“That’s it, sweetheart… Just like that.”

She moaned quietly at his praise. The pleasure was building stronger within her, every thrust was meant to feel all of him, deep inside her. The different angle pulled a gasp from both of them. His head fell back slightly, taking in all the bliss of the moment.

“God, you feel so good,” He murmured. 

Y/N leaned forward, her hands cupping his face as she kept moving, her body trembling a little. She was fully in control, every nerve in his body was attuned to her. She was delighted to have the stoic FBI agent at her mercy, seeing him squirm under her, wanting more, and praising her. He let out a groan when she clenched around him, shutting his eyes close to savor the feeling. 

After a moment, while she kept moving above him, his hand found its way between them. Y/N whimpered when she felt the pressure of his thumb over her clit. He started moving slowly, drawing small circles, adding pleasure. 

“Aaron, I’m close,” she moaned.

“Let go,” he rasped. “I’ve got you.”

And she did. With a cry muffled into his shoulder, her body tightened around him as she came, legs trembling, vision blurring. Her breath hitched in her throat, her muscles clenching tight around him. Hotch held her, waiting for her to calm down while moving deep and slow into her. 

For a moment, she stood still, recovering from her orgasm. His hands caressing her sides slightly up and down while he was still buried inside her, still hard. Her lips crushed his again, deepening the kiss as to give him the permission he needed. 

He moved just enough to make her gasp into the kiss. He didn’t lift her off him. He didn’t flip them over. Instead, he bent his knees slightly, anchoring his feet on the mattress, and began to thrust deep into her. 

Her mouth fell open at the feeling as she tried to find balance, bracing on his chest. Their skin slapping against each other and the soft moans coming from them both filled the silence in the room. 

He filled her completely, moving in and out with a constant rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin as she moaned his name, and a new fire ignited in her. She felt hot all over, her breath caught in her throat as words failed to come out. 

He pulled her down for a kiss, hot and slow, and as their mouths tangled, he thrust up into her harder, and she cried out into his mouth. Her body clenched with every motion. He groaned deeply at the feeling of her tightening around him, the way her hips instinctively met each of his thrusts despite her fatigue.

“Please,” she whimpered, barely coherent.

He looked up at her, eyes dark. “Please, what?” he asked, breathless. 

“More.”

He answered with action, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her again, slamming harder, deeper. Her body jerked with the force as her muscles burned from the intensity. Her head buried in the crook of his neck, and her hair fell over her shoulder. 

Aaron’s hand moved to her cheek, brushing gently with his thumb. “Look at me,” he whispered.

She lifted her head, and her eyes locked onto his. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the heat of the moment. Aaron held her face firmly between his hands, not wanting to lose her gaze. 

Each thrust hit her deeper than the previous one, letting the heat within her build stronger. Every nerve in their body was tense, yearning for the release. Aaron’s breathing grew heavier as he started moving faster. 

“God, Aaron.” She managed to say between breaths.

She matched his pace without hesitation, meeting his thrusts midway. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder, and his grip tightened. She took him deep inside her, hitting all the right points. He knew she was close; he could feel it from the way she was clenching hard around him. That made him see stars as he kept slamming into her; he couldn’t hold it much longer.

“Let go,” he whispered.

Her body tensed as an orgasm hit her hard, making her squirm and tremble as she moaned his name out of pleasure. He let go of her as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily against his skin. Aaron held her through it, still rocking into her, chasing his own release. It didn’t take long, the sounds she made, the way she trembled in his arms, it was all too much. He let go with a low groan, his arms wrapped tight around her. 

“Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.”

They stayed like this, wrapped around each other, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their release, with the sweat dripping from their body for a long while. They didn’t mind it. Neither of them spoke as they cooled off. She lay on top of him with her cheek on his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow down. His hand stroked her back with a lazy motion while pressing soft kisses on her forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, lifting her head to place a kiss on his jawline. “More than okay.”

He smiled, tipped her chin with his thumb, and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Eventually, he helped her slide off him gently, and they moved to lie side by side under the sheets. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her hand. His arm wrapped around her, holding her close as he stroked her back gently. In the silence of the room, they quietly drifted off to sleep, tangled together. 

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[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness… 

Workshop (Tony Stark x Reader AU)

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Tony Stark was good at flying solo. He was good at getting things done, inventing and reinventing and reinventing, and when he couldn’t sleep at night or didn’t want to think about anything else, he knew that he could tinker, and that was exactly what he did. It was starting to get to the point where the Avengers were worrying about his sanity. Well, it was a bit more like Nat, Steve, and Nick who cared. Everyone else had noticed, but it was Tony. It seemed normal for his hyperactive brain. 

Nick tried sending other people down while Tony worked. He began with Steve, and Steve walked down to the workshop, opened it up with the key Nick had given hi, and offered to Tony to help him out. Tony just quirked an eyebrow, looked over at Steve, and said one word. “You?”

Very seriously, Steve nodded. “Yes. Me. Is there anything I can do to help you out here?”

Tony snorted and returned to his work, ignoring Steve entirely. So Steve went back upstairs. The next day, Nick tried sending down Nat. Nat was slightly less ignored than Steve, but Tony quickly forgot she was there and forgot to give her anything to do, so she went back upstairs and informed Nick of the situation. Nick decided he was just going to run an intervention instead. 

“Tony,” Nick said. “You have spent twenty hours of the past twenty-four down in your workshop. It’s not healthy, and you need to stop.”

“Hey, I slept for those four! That’s pretty good for me,” Tony argued. 

Nick rolled his eyes. “Case in point, buddy. It’s not. Either we get someone down there to work with you so you stop overworking yourself, or you minimize the hours you’re there. What’s it gonna be?”

“The second one,” Tony grumbled.

And Tony tried. He really did. He tried not to be in the workshop every waking minute, tried to stay upstairs, converse with people, bully Steve in his free time instead of working. But then he slipped into the habit of sneaking downstairs into the workshop when Nick wasn’t around, and it did not take long before Nick caught on. 

And so you were hired. 

You walked on in to the workshop like you were walking into work, which, of course, you were, but Tony was more relaxed about these things. He seemed confused at first. His eyes flicked up and down and then he asked, “who are you?” 

“Uh, Nick hired me,” you informed. “He said that you needed someone to help out. I needed a new job. Ta-da! Here I am.” Your tone was laced with a hint of sarcasm that made Tony snort. And while he considered kicking you out, he decided that he really didn’t feel like it, and so he just went back to business. 

You just got in his business. It bothered him at first. Tony, again, preferred to fly solo. But he was starting to get some of your helpfulness. You’d solve problems before he could get to them, just to let him continue working on the project. He was doing things…more quickly, he supposed, and your presence was oddly comforting, despite the fact that he knew little about you. At 6 pm, you told him you were going to leave, and so he walked you out. During this brief time upstairs, he managed to get himself roped into a game of Monopoly. 

The next day, you showed up again at 8:30 am, didn’t bother to reintroduce yourself, and got right back to working with Tony. It went on for weeks. He actually looked forward to you coming, and when you left, he often wouldn’t go back downstairs into the workshop. But then he was starting to realize he didn’t know some very basic things about you. He knew your name, but…how old were you? What was your last name? Middle name? Favorite food, favorite movie, favorite book? He had no idea.

So the next time you showed up and got to working with him, Tony decided to ask some questions. As you were helping him attach two chest pieces of the Iron Man suit together, Tony asked, “so uh…what kinds of stuff do you like?”

“What do you mean?” you inquired, screwing in a bolt. 

“Well, I see you every day, and I don’t know anything about you,” Tony replied as he screwed in the bolts on the opposite side. “C’mon, you’ve gotta have likes and dislikes, a personality maybe?”

You snorted. “Uh… I mean, sure, yeah. I’ve got stuff I like to watch when I get home. Music I like.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” And you get talking. 

Tony’s a hyperverbal guy. He can talk for hours. And he’s actually pretty fun to talk to, as long as you’ve got the energy to deal with him. And you somehow do. 

It’s not long before Nick and the Avengers start to catch on to the fact that Tony likes you. “Don’t date her, Tony, she’s the best thing that’s happened to your mental state, and I would rather you not sacrifice that,” Natasha said. And yes. Tony valued Natasha and her opinion. But he decided to take that specific one with a grain of salt, and he went ahead and asked you out anyway. 

“Aren’t you technically my boss?” you countered. 

“Well, technically, Nick is your boss. I am just your only coworker,” Tony argued. 

You shrugged. “Sounds fine, then.”

The first date you go with Tony on is to a wing bar. You get the spiciest wings off the menu and try to beat each other at who can eat the most of them (they are ungodly hot), and then the two of you get stupider and decide to see if you drink the other one under the table. For a couple of geniuses, you’re both idiots. 

Now, you were both way too drunk to drive, so Tony called Rhodey to come and pick you both up. Rhodey was shaking his head in the front seat while you and Tony giggled in the back of the car like teenagers. 

Nick wasn’t happy about this at first, but he knew there was no way to really fully control Tony, and he eventually learned to let go of it. Besides, you’re Tony’s healthiest and longest lasting relationship in the past decade. Who would he be to break it up? 

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[itsjustdg]

Long post but I had to get my thoughts on Hudson & Rex (and certain fans) out.

This has been in the back of my mind for a while, and I think I've finally put my finger on what's been bothering me about the way a certain online contingent are reacting to the imagined idea that John Reardon has been forced out of Hudson & Rex.

TL;DR - We have nothing to go on that John's not returning and anyone who feels owed an answer by the studio/actors/dog handlers who have no say over the studio's decisions needs to take a good long look at everything. Use some critical thinking skills and just breathe for a second. And maybe some compassion for the fact that John nearly died half a year ago.

(And spamming every social media account related to the show demanding answers is not going to get anyone what they want. In fact, it's highly likely to do the opposite and I'm not surprised people's comments have been deleted. Especially for all the tangential people - but even for John! - they're probably pretty miserable to get yet another contact about this.)

More below the cut.

First off, let me say I'm a huge fan of the show. This is probably one of the first shows in a while that I got so into so fast. It has a lot of the things I love in media all rolled into one, I would be upset if they truly did kill off Charlie Hudson, and I've been anxiously awaiting any cast news. However...

None of us are owed a single thing by any studio, producer, or actor, especially not on our timelines. I know we live in a day and age of constant news and instant gratification, but we certainly aren't owed what might currently be tentative, confidential information regarding an actor's contract. If both parties haven't signed a final agreement, then they likely cannot publicly publish any related details. Maybe they're still negotiating. Maybe John is still trying to figure out how much he can commit to for a new season. Because lemme tell ya, acting might seem glamorous, but do you know how many hours they have to put in and how physically demanding even a Hallmark movie is? Let alone Hudson & Rex where Charlie is regularly jumping off of things and fighting people? More on why this is important in point 3.

We basically have never been told the regular stars were coming back. I looked but can't find where the show announced that any of their actors were coming back for seasons 2-7. They just said the show was returning. And... that's what's happened with season 8. The promo materials thus far have been on par with every other season's promo materials. (Because I love the show, but for some reason they never really put out much until the season premiere is nearly upon us.) Did we get an announcement that Luke joined the cast? Yes. Because he's a new addition (and it's often part of the contract that they'll promote it.) Did we get an announcement that Justin, Kevin, or Mayko are coming back? No. So... maybe hold up on assuming John's not returning just because nobody has mentioned that he is. We've never gotten much early promo content, just that the show was back… so why are all of these people suddenly so sure that John's been punished by the studio for having cancer? Speaking of which…

John practically just got the all-clear from his cancer diagnosis. In late December, he posted that it was his first night out since being diagnosed. (And my heart broke at the hospital picture he included because he looked so tired and sick. His "now" picture was drastically better, but you could tell he was still recovering.) Are these fans all forgetting that the man literally almost died not even 6 months ago? I don't know if their understanding of cancer is what they've seen on a couple of pieces of media or if the cavalier way most shows (including Hudson & Rex) handle injuries, poisonings, etc most of the time has warped any sense of what actually happens when a human being is deathly ill, but... illness wrecks your body. Chemo wipes out your immune system. Fighting cancer weakens your entire system. How are people demanding he turn around and come back to an extremely physically demanding role and spend 20+ hours a day on a set for weeks? They might still be figuring out just how much John can physically do. For that matter, John's doctors might not have even cleared him yet and the studio is waiting it out or John may have just recently decided if he was well enough to come back. (Also, he has a wife and three little kids. I'm pretty sure the seriousness of them losing him was a lot to deal with. Maybe he needed time to decide if he's able to fully commit to coming back?)

John's likely still dealing with a lot with having lost Diesel. They were incredibly close. All of the interviews I've seen talk about how much they bonded (they were co-stars for 6.5 seasons!). I remember one where they talked about how they had to keep Rex off-set when they filmed scenes where Charlie was in danger or got hurt because Diesel wanted to tear people apart for touching him. So then consider that John's fighting cancer, and then Diesel gets sick and passes away - and John probably couldn't even really see him much if at all because of him also being sick. (How hard must it be to have your co-star die of the same thing you're fighting? And not even be able to grieve properly because of the sheer amount of energy you're expending just trying to stay alive yourself?) Can we show some compassion toward the guy? And not just wail about how we're being cheated of... well, anything? Like, come on, cancer should put everything into perspective!

Luke joining the cast has 0 bearing on if John's staying. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Luke was added so the show could continue having a lead detective who can fall down a well for Rex to rescue while John comes back to regular episodes slowly. Maybe they'll be partners long-term. Who knows. NONE OF US DO. That's kinda my whole point here. (And yeah, the show is called Hudson & Rex, not just Inspector Rex, but I have a feeling these fans would've still lost their minds when the original show changed their human cast multiple times.) The only thing that the show starting to film season 8 means is they have a required schedule to stick to in order to meet legal requirements with the studio. Which could also have a lot to do with why Luke was added as a series regular.

Can we all just calm down and find our thinking caps? I'm aware that might be too much to ask from the internet at large, but I'm also really tired of all the panicking fans I've seen posts from lately.

At the end of the day, this is a television show that does not actually control any of our lives, and demanding they cancel it and end everyone's jobs in a very competitive industry just because you're upset about something that may not actually be happening just feels really self-centered and unfair to me.

Maybe John's leaving after all (and if he is, I'll be sad). Maybe he's coming back eventually. But also maybe don't harass every single person related to the show and contribute to making all of them miserable just because you feel like you're owed an answer and a specific outcome?

[fuzziekins]

Where to even start...?

I'll try to keep each point as short as possible, as well as mark which points contain spoilers.

The Characters •Pleakley is the obvious and one of the worst offenses. Now i will start by saying, i personally did not hate Billy Magnussen's portrayal of him. The personality and excitement for Earth and curiosity was serviceable. That being said, Pleakley spent most of the movie in a human form. And as a guy. That is NOT the Wendy Pleakley that we know and love. Pleakley is a QUEEN. Literally. He's a drag queen. And a fantastic one at that. He has no qualms about dressing up as a woman. He CHOOSES that look. And yes, part of that is because it's a joke. When Jumba says in the animated movie (re: the real one) he says, "actually she's just ugly" that's the joke. Pleakley, as well as Jumba, are SUPPOSED to look like "ugly" humans because they're obviously aliens disguised as humans. Having them be humans as their actual disguise takes that away. The fact that they changed it and got rid of Drag Queen Pleakley in the process is not only erasingthis trait about Pleakley that we all recognize and love, it also looks and feels very anti-LGBTQIA+. It's not only a huge disservice to Pleakley, but it's also a slap in the face to us queers who love Disney and also relate to the story of not fitting in and choosing our found family. •Jumba (spoilers included) is even worse for me. Sadly, it's very expected now for Disney to hide or deny anything that's queer in their creations. Knowing that, and combining that with the actors' portrayals, i think that's why Jumba bothers me more than Pleakley. He is not a reformed villain. He's been the villain all along. No changing sides. No yelling at Stitch expecting him to change sides "JUST LIKE THAT" and then just going with it. No becoming Uncle Jumba and helping raise Lilo. I believe the director stated he was disappointed with Jumba in the third act of the original because it would've been the perfect opportunity for him to be the villain As a result, he was rewritten completely. And, in the process, Gantu was excluded entirely (which is another point entirely). To make matters worse, nothing about him read Jumba. I get it, no one can do David Ogden Stiers. No one should try to do David Ogden Stiers. I don't know what i was expecting so that may be an unfair criticism. And i apologize if this comes across as insulting, but Jumba comes across as some generic white guy. Even in alien form he sounds like a generic white guy. Nothing about him screams evil genius scientist. It feels like everything that made Jumba, Jumba, was sucked dry and replaced with some bs knock-off version. •Cobra Bubbles.... Why. Just. WHY. The argument for him only being a CIA agent after Stitch is because it wasn't believable that he could've been a social worker? That's a bs excuse. He had a career change. People do that. You don't think a social worker could have "Cobra" tattooed on their knuckles? Or at least a tattoo somewhere? To make him just a CIA agent and give his social worker position to a new character? Look, i get wanting some of the original actors to have roles or cameos in the remake. Tia Carrere was fantastic as Nani. That's not to say she was bad here; she played her character fine enough. But this change was not only completely necessary, it was also one of the many things that hurt this movie. Cobra should've stayed the CPS worker AND then have it revealed he was also a CIA agent. You wanted the original Nani in the movie? Give her a different role. Or a cameo a la Jodi Benson in the Little Mermaid. Once again, a classic character robbed of their personality and who they are in place of some knock-off version.

•Nani is the one that for me, the more it sunk in after seeing the movie, the worse it got. Let me start by saying, i'm leaving her heritage/ethnicity/background out of my complaints. That's not my place nor can she or should be blamed in any way for what she is. The only point i will make about it is, if Syndey Agudong is indeed not Native Hawaiian as the internet claims, then that is a HORRIBLE offense and complete disrespect on Disney's part. You don't take the story's origin, keep it in the location, and change the characters. It's like making Mulan white. For the purposes of time i'm gonna focus on one of the two things that bothered me most, with the second to be mentioned in a later point. Spoiler starts here. Nani saving Stitch towards the end was not earned. It felt like there was so little interaction between her and Stitch throughout the movie. And, as a result of them cutting Lilo being captured by Gantu because Gantu was cut, we don't get that key moment between Stitch and Nani. Nani breaks down realizing that she lost her sister. She tried so. Damn. HARD. To keep her with her and what happens? She loses her anyway. Stitch comforts her with a single word: Ohana. They share the meaning and that leads Stitch to convincing Jumba to switch sides. It's such a brief moment but it speaks volumes. This is the point where Nani and Stitch have an understanding and realize the common interest they share is their love for Lilo. They work together with Jumba and Pleakley to save her. We don't get that here. Other than Lilo begging Nani to save Stitch, what urged Nani to go after him? What moment did she share with Stitch to realize that he was now part of her ohana? When was there any sense of a bond between them? For all the drama and high stakes of that scene, it was not earned. The real Nani would have MORE than earned that moment.

•Lilo is a much more delicate topic. Her character was also rewritten. They eliminated her coping mechanisms. They made her less weird. They took away what made her unique and relatable and turned her into something holding Nani back from going after her dreams. However, this is NOT an attack or critique of Maia Kealoha. She is a little girl with her first big break and having the time of her life. Lilo, just like the other characters, is a victim of poor writing.

Omissions

•Eliminating Gantu is one of the things that did this movie in. While you can argue he wasn't necessarily a villain in the movie, rather just someone following orders, he does become a prominent villain throughout the franchise. You can't have Lilo and Stitch without Gantu. The director's argument for not including him was that it didn't translate well and he wanted to focus more on Nani and Lilo. Look, we all had our doubts going into this with the aliens translating into live action (re: CGI), and understandably so. But if Gantu really wasn't working, if his character really looked THAT bad or THAT out of place, just say it. That it wasn't working, that you had to find another angle...they admitted it in Frozen 2 that Show Yourself and that major climactic moment wasn't working because they didn't have an answer. They found an answer. This sister excuse didn't feel like an answer. Because i don't feel we got a deeper relationship or more expansion between Lilo and Nani at all. Maybe that's just me, growing up on the movies as well as the series so i had all that time to watch their relationship grow even if it took WAY longer than two hours. This? It feels more like they wanted to add/change/do unnecessary things and decided it'd be best to cut Gantu.

•Where the f-ck is Elvis?? He was so damn prominent in the original. Lilo was OBSESSED with Elvis. He was the basis of teaching Stitch to be good. The movie, and everything that followed, was filled with snippets of Elvis. And Stitch dressed as Elvis is ICONIC. What'd we get here? So close to nothing i can't even remember more than one Elvis-related thing in the movie (two if you could Burning Love during the credits which, i'm sorry, but Wynonna did better).

•Mertle Edmonds feels like the stupidest thing to complain about missing cause she was a mean "friend" to Lilo. But for her and Lilo's other "friends" to be relegated to what, a minute of screen time? One of the points of the interaction we get is at the hula lesson when we see the glaring difference between Lilo and these girls. Mertle comments Lilo is crazy, Lilo retaliates, gets scolded, and when she later tries to see if she can play with them she's ostracized and looked down on. The same things happens later when Lilo tries to apologize and then proudly show off her new "dog". We don't get that. There's not this obvious sense that Lilo doesn't fit in or that she's not like these other girls. Even Scrump is relegated to a brief screenshot and then hardly seen again. What we get instead is Lilo being punished completely by being kicked out of hula. Maybe that should be more of a complaint on how Lilo's written rather than having almost no "friends" for her, but regardless it felt like it was handled wrong.

Stitch

This is NOT to say anything against Chris Sanders. He created Stitch. He is the voice of Stitch. He IS Stitch. My complaint about Stitch is primarily his appearance (although i have read a few comments online about the atrocity that is the elimination of the Ugly Duckling story which plays a major part in his arc and i completely agree with that). I've been mixed on his "live action" design since it first debuted. Some things he did made sense to me, that it did look like Stitch. The tongue up the nose, for example, or when he pants like a dog. Other things, not so much. And seeing him on screen besides Maia Kealoha, there are glaring differences between him and his animated counterpart. The primary thing is that he's smaller. In the animated movie, Stitch is roughly the same height as Lilo. How big is he here, like chihuahua sized? I'm not one to go on about proportions because i SUCK at them, but they were way off here. Stitch should not be that small. For the life of me, i could not figure out why something about Stitch's face seemed so off. This post and its followup sum it up perfectly. It's not Ugly Sonic level, but it's pretty down there.

The Ending

Spoilers ahead. I mean, i would assume by now you know how the story ends. Nani surrenders Lilo to the state. Never mind the propaganda of separating Indigenous families (although that makes this worse). Never mind that Lilo ends up with David and his grandmother (side note: where the hell was the DavidxNani subplot?? We got one line of David being nervous around her and Lilo commenting she knows Nani likes David. That's it.) who know both Lilo and Nani and treat them like family already. Never mind that Nani has a portal gun so she can visit Lilo whenever she wants. That is not the point. The point is, the sisters are still separated. The meaning of ohana has been altered. No, Nani going to college (for marine biology outside of Hawaii which is another point brought up multiple times that doesn't need further repetition in an already novel-length post) does not necessarily mean she's leaving Lilo behind. Distance does not make them any less sisters nor does it change their relationship. While i still personally don't buy the whole Nani-wants-to-be-a-marine-biologist deal and hate that they missed the opportunity to further explore how she could have gone on to be a champion surfer and how she gave that up for Lilo, i might've bought it if they handled it better. It wasn't believable that Nani wanted to study marine biology. Even so, ok. So she was offered a full scholarship to a school out of state. In this economy, that's a huge deal. The problem with that is, OG Nani wouldn't have given two f-cks about that. She would have cared about staying with Lilo. If she could have made raising Lilo, juggling multiple jobs, maintaining a household, and going to school work, you can bet your butt she'd be going to the closest school she possibly could. Regardless of how close she is with David and his grandmother, Nani would NOT just up and leave Lilo with them. Why could they not have also taken in Nani? Why couldn't they be her new support system? Considering they completely destroyed Uncle Jumba and Aunt Pleakley (although Pleakley does stay, as does Cobra becoming a part of their ohana), the least they could have done is keep Nani and Lilo unquestionably together with this new ohana. Is everything all lollipops and rainbows at the end of the animated movie? No. Nani will continue to struggle. She will bounce between jobs. There will be shenanigans. Stitch will cause trouble. Not to mention all the experiments that will be unleashed. But it's never anything anyone has to do alone. Because they're ohana. Jumba and Pleakley help look after Lilo. They help (and sometimes cause) shenanigans. Stitch will drag them and Lilo into shenanigans. They will all cause trouble for Nani and drive her crazy. But does she ever have to worry about being separated from Lilo again? NO. At its core, Lilo and Stitch is about found family. This movie? It does not have this same message. And it sure as hell doesn't have the same heart.

The Writing

What this all probably boils down to is the writing. The reason this movie is getting all the hate it does, why the story suffers and is worse than the original, why the characters are annihilated, why the same care and attention was not put in here the way it was with the animated (yes, that includes handling Hawaii and its people which plenty of people have already commented on and will continue to, rightfully so, and that is a whole other point that Native Hawaiians can express a hell of a lot better than i ever could so anyone who wants to expand on that and add it to this list feel free to do so. I absolutely encourage it).... It's all because of the writing. If you don't have a good foundation, you can't build anything on top of it. Lilo and Stitch had a PERFECT foundation with Chris Sanders. None of that was reflected in this movie.

In conclusion, i say this as someone who loves and am obsessed with Stitch: Do NOT see this movie. Let it burn to the ground and pretend it never existed. Go watch the REAL Lilo & Stitch (2002).

I am asking this with the upmost genuine intent and curiosity.

What did you did hate about the lilo and stitch remake?

[mybelovedklaroline]

Deadpool and Wolverine Spoilers/Rant

finding out that channing is playing gambit in deadpool is so disappointing, even though he died, i'm worried marvel is going to see the positive responses over the negative and cast him as gambit for the new x-men movie.

I don't have anything against him, but i'm sorry, he's not the right actor to play him, and then to have the movie mock gambit when it's already hard enough as a gambit fan to deal with everyone else not taking his character seriously.

[stripedtabbycat]

fantasy novel about a village of humans living in a standard vaguely medieval fantasy setting who awake one day to find a massive hedge of thorns has sprung up overnight, which acts as a gateway to the fae realm. although they find this land to be treacherous and full of hostile inhabitants when they travel through, they must enter to bring back food and other necessities, as their own crops have begun failing and the local forest has been partially cut off by the hedge of thorns. a human who has grown up in the fae realm and learned all the tricks needed to survive there teaches them how to efficiently travel back and forth undetected, but they begin to suspect he has ulterior motives. this is billed as a retelling but doesn't mention any specific fairy tales or public domain stories and only if you've watched the right movies over and over as a child would you know that what it is retelling is 2006 dreamworks animated film over the hedge

[venus0fl0v3]

Erik Lehnsherr's closet (Days of future past)

[toastingpencils37]

Just finished the first Bayverse Transformers movie and one thing I can tell you (imo) is that TF One personally did the Jazz treatment better than this movie (origin of the Jazz treatment) did.

Like with Bayverse I kinda just didn't feel much about it, y'know? Jazz wasn't really that prominent so (for me at least) there wasn't really a sort of emotional attachment involved. Honestly if the same was done to even a character like Ironhide (who isn't even a prominent character either, but he has a bit more than Jazz does), I think I'd feel a teensy bit more emotion? (Now if it were Bumblebee or Optimus who got the treatment, there'd be plenty emotions due to their sheer prominence in the movie)

Whereas with TF One and Sentinel getting the Jazz Treatment, we get to see this guy, and if not form a sort of attachment towards the character, form an intense hatred or just more of any emotion to link with him. Plus TF One literally builds up to the whole scene where he gets Jazzed. While for Bayverse it was kinda just... there. Like honestly if they decided to remove that scene I don't think much would change in the movie (except for the little funeral scene for Jazz, and even then that felt pretty lacking)

[dovewingkinnie]

i saw the fnaf movie. AND I HAVE THINGS I WANT TO SAY ABOUT ONE MAN IN PARTICULAR, ITS NOT WHO YOU THINK BUT I CANT BECAUSE SPOILERS RUGHHGRUGHRUGRUGHRG RAHGHRHGHGRH CLAWING AT THE WALLS TEARING THROUGH IT

[just-someone-online]

Been thinking about the introductory phrase at the end of Hikari's transformation recently.

"Sparkling Life, Shiny Luminous! Heart of Light and Wills of Light, for them all to become one!"

It's literally the main objective of this season. To bring the Queen's Life, Heart, and Wills together to reform the Queen of Light. Way back when I first watched Max Heart, I didn't really think of it beyond it just being what Hikari says at the end of her transformation. Same as any other magical girl.

But then I started thinking about it from Hikari's point of view.

I imagine that she wouldn't think much of it at first either. It's just the thing she instinctually says when she transforms. Same as Nagisa and Honoka. Besides, she's probably a little more concerned with figuring out this whole 'being alive' thing.

But then you have to think about how she feels about it the closer they get to resurrecting the Queen. None of the girls or their fairies know what will happen to Hikari once all twelve of the Heartiels are collected, so it can't be comforting to hear that phrase every time she finishes transforming.

It probably doesn't help that the later episodes punctuate her transformation by showing off how many Heartiels they've collected. You could argue that it's just some extra flare once she gets the Heartiel Broach, but the look on her face before it cuts to the image above?

Ignore the progress bar

I could be reaching here a bit (Not helped by this being 480p), but that is not the look of someone gearing up for a fight. Compared to Black and White, who are very stern looking at the end of their transformation, Luminous looks concerned, maybe even afraid. Prior to getting the Brooch from Lulun, she does not look like that. Once you notice it, it almost frames the Heartiels surrounding her in an ominous light.

I can't imagine what must be going through her head when she opens her eyes and sees them around her.

[oreolesbian]

the absolute lack of media literacy from people who haven’t even seen oppenheimer is making my head spin but whatever