#jeffrey scenario

[creepy-friday]

Bad Habits[Creepypasta]

Warnings: blood,violence,drugs and suggestive content

Jeff

Renewing his permanent smile whenever he feels he's getting better.Misery became his comfort.

"I'm getting better at it" he scoffed walking past you as you raised an eyebrow."I swear" a whisper not reaching your ears.

Toby

Hours of sitting in front of a screen watching people fuck each other.Pleasure might make him feel something yet the routine started to scare him.

"Nothing else is new." he stated as his head hit his hands.

Hoodie

Looking at old photos.There is a spark of hope in them,in the eyes of those faceless people,in the eyes of the boy he once was.He even had scribbled quotes on the back of them.

"Broken photos make the best pictures frames" a smile formed on his face as the man gestured to his camera.

Masky

Drugs.He has an appetite for feeling dizzy and faded whenever he has the time to.Overdosing on whatever he has and mixing it with personality switches.

"Are you fucking high again?" you asked him in a serious manner.

"Almost reaching Heaven" he dry laughed,knowing damn well.

EJ

Watching brutal gore videos whenever he feels the need to feel less bad about himself and about his actions.

"Perhaps all demons are human" he stated.

"All humans are demons". you shrugged.

[im-tired-404]

Me because I’m not mentally well:

[hashnna]

OKASHII; Fetiches.

Notas: Isso aqui é um completo surto baseado em vozes da minha cabeça sobre quais kinks eu acho que eles teriam porque eu precisava 😔 e tenho simplesmente muitas ideias com a okashii (principalmente com o jeff), honestamente eu e meus meninos com poucos leitores e ouvintes somos o quinteto perfeito. 🫂

Avisos: Conteúdo sexual, size Kink, overstimulation, smoking fetich, gagging, sex tape, cum play, praise kink, odaxelagnia, katoptronofilia.

Extra: O Matt não tá aqui por motivos de; sou incapaz de escrever coisas impróprias com ele, olho pro matty e vejo uma auréola e asas nas costas dele 😮‍💨

Jeffrey White

Size Kink - Jeff é completamente apaixonado pela diferença de tamanho entre vocês, seja a diferença das mãos quando você as compara ou segura a mão dele, ou a diferença de tamanho quando o corpo dele está sobre o seu.

 Jeffrey tem quase 1,90 de altura e ombros largos dignos de um ex nadador, a forma como apenas uma das mãos dele é suficiente para prender seus pulsos acima de sua cabeça ou atrás de suas costas é fascinante. Ele leva a marca que fica em sua bunda pelos tapas fortes quase como um troféu, a mão inteira desenhada em vermelho em sua nádega.

 Na primeira vez que você deitou na cama de Jeff, sequer parecia que ele iria caber dentro de sua buceta, assim como não coube inteiro em sua boquinha. E mesmo agora estando acostumada ao tamanho dele, ainda choraminga, sente o íntimo arder quando ele entra inteiro pela primeira vez. E ainda pede pra ele ir devagarzinho nos dias em que está mais manhosinha que o normal.

Overstimulation - Suas pernas tremendo em volta da cintura do Jeong enquanto ele enfia tudo bem fundo. Sua mão rodeando o pulso dele enquanto ele te toca, os olhinhos cheios enquanto mal teve tempo de descer de seu orgasmo e ele já está prestes a te dar outro. Suas pernas apertando a cabeça dele, as mãos puxando os cabelos e os quadris que só param quietos na cama quando ele te segura firme e a língua morna brinca com seu pontinho sensível.

 Isso é definitivamente o paraíso de Jeffrey.

Gagging - definitivamente ele não cabe na sua boquinha, talvez, exatamente por isso Jeff é obcecado pela visão de você engasgando no pau dele. As bochechinhas ficando vermelhas, os olhinhos tão cheios que transbordam sem que você controle, a saliva faz seus lábios brilharem e um fio ainda liga seu lábio inferior a cabecinha do pau dele quando você se afasta em busca de ar, só para que em seguida a mão de Jeffrey agarre seus cabelos novamente e te traga de volta para o que estava fazendo, esfrega a ponta em seus lábios, em sua língua, bate, só para depois enfiar tudo bem fundo de novo e ouvir o sonzinho molhado de seus engasgos.

Mason Home

Smoking Fetich - Ele vai acender um cigarro enquanto você mama o pau dele, um dos braços atrás da cabeça enquanto o cigarro pende entre os dedos da mão.

Quando você sentar no colo dele enquanto ele estiver fumando, Mason vai segurar seu rosto, te trazendo pra perto o suficiente para soprar a fumaça esbranquiçada em sua boca, e quando você tombar a cabeça pra trás, soltando a fumaça agora menos densa, ele se aproxima, sela seu pescoço devagar, mordisca a pele.

Cum Play - Mason é completamente obcecado por isso, a visão de manchar todo o seu corpo com a porra dele, brincar com isso, ver o líquido escorrendo em seus peitos, vazando pra fora de seu canalzinho apenas pra que ele suje os dedos enquanto espalha o esperma em toda a sua intimidade.

 Ele já fez as próprias iniciais com o esperma em sua nádega e sem pudor algum usou uma foto disso como wallpaper por meses.

Sex Tape - Ele tem inúmeras gravações e fotos impróprias de vocês em uma pasta privada que só vocês dois têm acesso. 

 São fotos suas ajoelhada mamando o pau dele, de quatro, fotos e vídeos de Mason com a cabeça no meio de suas pernas enquanto ele te chupa. Vídeos que ele grava em que dá pra ver perfeitamente a forma com o pau dele entra inteirinho em sua buceta. É quase um onlyfans particular de vocês.

Raf Sandou

Katoptronofilia - O que ele pode fazer se ver seu rostinho choroso através do espelho enquanto ele te fode por trás é uma das cenas mais lindas que ele já viu? 

 Sandou é completamente obcecado, já cogitou colocar um espelho no teto do quarto. Ele adora entrar no banheiro enquanto você faz sua maquiagem na frente do espelho, ele vai agarrar sua cintura, beijar seu pescoço, colocar a mão por dentro de sua calcinha, te tocando até que você perca totalmente a concentração e então te foder ali mesmo.

Odaxelagnia - Sempre vai ter alguma marca dos dentes dele pelo seu corpo, no pescoço, na clavícula, no ombro, nas nádegas, coxas. Ele adora te morder e te marcar. 

Normalmente ele se excita facilmente. Mas quando ele está sentado na frente do computador e você se aproxima, tira o boné dele, entrelaçando os dedos entre os cabelos escuros enquanto mordisca o pescoço dele...ele não vai aguentar um minuto inteiro sem querer te foder.

Praise Kink - Ele vai te chamar dos apelidos mais imorais e em seguida te chamar de "Princesa", falar que você é a garota bonita dele enquanto te fode devagarzinho. 

Depois de gozar na sua boca, vai segurar seu rosto com a mão, espremendo suas bochechas até um biquinho se formar em seus lábios, te dar um selinho barulhento e dizer o quando você é boa pra ele, o quanto é louco por você, te chamar de "minha putinha bonita", "princesinha do Sandou", "bonequinha do Seunghwan".

Morro de ciúmes dos meus caras e ao mesmo tempo queria dar a fama e reconhecimento do mundo todo pra eles 😔😔😔

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hiya how are you?? :DD

If you don’t mind me requesting this… but could I request Any of the Creepypastas with a GN!S/O who has a Ayano Aishi Personality from Yandere Simulator??

I hope this helps^^ feel free to research more and also have fun with this :) thank u!!

Yandere simulator has been in development forever. You think it's actually going to come out, or no?

Jeff the killer x Ayano Aishi-esk Reader

★ He's sort of the same, not with the whole "feels nothing except love for you" part. However he would kill people, violently, for you and gets a bit jealous when people talk to you (looking at Sully).

★ But after he sees how you act around him he starts to let himself be less hinged. It's because he doesn't need to worry about you being scared off. Truelove is beautiful...

★ He usually helps you hide/destroy corpses that you made. In return you help him with his, Slenderman has threatened to kick both of you out if you leave another bloodstains on the stairs again.

[grilledsnot]

The Ink Wielder - Cellar Dweller au

What if Colin survived the fire and ended up becoming an ink demon?

[just-some-user-hunny]

I have this question

What if bastard! reader's brothers became knights or guards just so they could find reader and run away with her. Like they'll get inside the castle, find her, explain everything and then run.

Or like they work there to be finally close to their sister again.

How would everyone feel about it? Especially Luke, Jace, Baela and Rhaena

I've actually been pondering of what to do with bastard!readers brothers. I did have an idea that maybe once she manages to escape, she finally flies back home across the ocean on dragon-back and finds her home again. Her brothers are still alive, working as blacksmith apprentices or stable boys ever since their mother passed away not too long ago from illness :( it takes a moment for everything to click, it's been so long since they've seen one another.

But the idea of them becoming knights/guards is so fun honestly. They dedicate themselves to training till they become good enough to be sent somewhere important like kings landing, and set off to search for their sister. Once they reunite, it takes a moment for bastard! Reader to realise, but when she does she's in absolute tears and snuggles her baby brothers who she's missed so much 😔 I'd imagine that maybe their mother isn't around anymore, possible passing away from illness some years ago. As heartbroken as she was, she couldn't give up on her son's so she just kept on working till she dropped, the only comfort she's granted is knowing her boys will be able to look after themselves.

But yeah, if any of the readers 'siblings' would see, they would probably go frantic. Jace would stare in shock and jealousy, if Luke was to see, the precious boy would go as red as an apple in spite. I don't think Baela and rhaena would be as upset, but they would fear being abandoned by their sister.

The two boys would approach, Jace sternly yet unassumingly ask who they are, jaw grit taut, whilst Luke clasps at your sleeve and hugs you close to him. There'd probably be an all out glaring match between all of your brother's now. Bastard readers! True brothers would feel kinda appalled at the princes audacity, considering that you were literally kidnapped from them and that they're your true brothers. Jace would clasp his gloved hand in his yours, trying to keep you by his side as the two targaryen princes feel a little insecure for the first time in a good while. They are very attached to you, and aren't going to give you away like that so easily. You're their sister.

Also I know he's not mentioned here, but I think little Jeffrey would be very confused and not really understand what's happening. He'd cling to your skirt and look up at you with his rosy face and button nose, smiling and asking who your new friends are in his little voice.

This is such a good idea though, I'd love to hear anymore thoughts and scenarios from anyone!

[sins0fthefather]

Wrath.

Jeff the Killer HCs:

General HCs:

Full Name: Jeffrey Alexander Woods (Only responds to Jeff though. Best case scenario if you call him his full name is he’ll ignore you, worst case scenario is him flipping his shit on you)

Age: 22-25 (Based on where in the story a character study/fic takes place)

Birthday: September 22 (Older than Liu by 2 years)

Wasian— Father is Chinese, mother is a born n’ raised Texan

Biromantic, Demisexual

Has autism, C-PTSD, BPD (contributor to his auditory hallucinations), NPD, ASPD, and BDD

Right Handed

6’1 (185~ cm)

Covered in burn scars, most noticeably on his chest, forearms, and back

He uses white facepaint, it makes his face’s silhouette look “cleaner” in his eyes

His cuts have healed up for the most part, although he’ll have moments where he relapses and cuts at them again. The ends will also sometimes tear if he does something like laugh too hard.

Very touchy with other people, but he despises being touched first. He prefers to initiate physical contact- both because of the control aspect of it and because of his general distrust of others.

His sense of humor waxes and wanes from extreme condescension to the most morbid sentences you’ve ever heard. Half of the time it doesn’t even sound like a joke.

Reckless driver, cursed with terrible road rage

Smokes cigarettes, his brand of choice is Marlboro

Drinks vodka straight as if it were water

I feel like his favorite band would be Tool or Slipknot. His music taste is just metal and dad rock.

Was brought up in a Catholic school for most of his life, although he obviously doesn’t keep up with the practice anymore. This is a big catalyst for why he develops a god complex however since he “has authority over life and death”— something unique only to gods from what he was taught.

Very observant of the people around him. He memorizes speech patterns, demeanors, even the way people walk. He’s gotten to the point where he can read people and their intentions well before they’re explicitly stated, making it much easier for him to spot a lie. However this also makes it much easier for him to tell when he’s truly pushing somebody’s buttons, and there’s nothing he loves more than pushing people past their limit.

Always stealing glances of himself in any mirror he walks past

He’s an opportunistic killer. Limiting himself to patterns clashes with the creativity and the thrill of the moment to him. However, there are specific elements of a kill he will often repeat if the mood strikes him. An example of this would be often including strangulation (albeit usually not the direct cause of death) to reflect his acquired need for control in all moments of his life. Sometimes he will also pose bodies in a “prayer” position to call back that god complex I mentioned.

He doesn’t always kill people immediately. If someone catches his eye, usually because he finds them beautiful in some aspect, he’ll take it a step further. He has no problem with being patient when the situation arises for it- stalking the person, learning their habits and schedules, the whole shebang. He’ll then slowly start to ruin said person’s life, isolating them through the slaughter of those closest to them and destroying any sense of peace and security they once had. He’s the sound that goes -bump- in the night. He’ll toy with his food until he eventually grows bored, disposing them like all the rest. After all, how dare someone else try to be beautiful in his presence- a punishment of the highest order is necessary.

His anger can be very… explosive. He doesn’t stick around very long for enough people besides victims to see it, but it can be as unpredictable as his own kills. It’s worse when he’s silent in his anger however, since with the former you at least have enough of a warning to brace yourself.

Backstory-Centric HCs:

(TW: csa, murder, mutilation, religious trauma, general stuff)

Takes place in college. Jeff is 22 at the start while Liu is 20.

Instead of being a one-off instance, Jeff and Liu have been subjected to bullying/borderline harassment since middle school. This builds up Jeff’s gradual distrust of others and leads to him shutting himself off from his peers.

Most of said bullying revolved around their mixed race situation. It only got worse as Jeff shut himself off and Liu became a people pleaser.

The two didn’t even have peace at home, since their parents were sexually abusive and excused it through their religion. It was “all apart of god’s love” as they said. This + the bullying leads Liu to develop DID and kickstarts Jeff’s resentment towards their parents. It also led Jeff to develop a twisted belief on what love and beauty is since god apparently “favored” the beauty of his parent’s form of “love.”

On one particular instance of bullying/harassment, a small group of people he grew up with planned on jumping and mugging Jeff behind a bar. Things escalated when Jeff retaliated in self defense, beating his aggressors with a nearby pipe found laying against a dumpster. He didn’t leave unscathed however, since one of the attackers dropped a lighter into the flammable materials (alcohol, trash, etc) that had been scattered in the fight, planning on making everyone go down in that moment. Jeff managed to survive (albeit with severe burns along his body) after being found by an employee who went to go check out the noise/smell of smoke, but the others succumbed to their wounds.

While in a heavy state of shock and psychosis (paired with being drugged up out the wazoo at the hospital) his usual unchecked auditory hallucinations worsened, leading his mind to trick him into believing this situation was a sign from god- that he was supposed to survive while his tormentors burned. Paired with his already twisted concepts of love and beauty, he began to believe that his burns were part of god’s plan to make him more beautiful- because he was favored.

This only gets worse when he’s released from the hospital’s custody due to a neglect in checking his mental state. After being sent home with his family and therefore being thrown back into the abusive environment he hoped to escape when going to college he ends up experiencing a psychotic break, mutilating himself in the process.

When his parents catch him, they attack him. In their eyes he had disgraced them, no longer upholding the “beauty” of heaven that they enforced. He ends up killing them in self defense, but furthers it by mutilating their bodies in an act of defiance induced by his break. He believes he’s outdone god in this moment, deluding himself into thinking he’s on the same level (or even better) than god.

While overcome by his psychotic break, he ends up severely wounding Liu after he wakes up to check out the noise. It becomes a conspiracy on if Liu survived or not since his body was never found by authorities.

The reason why Jeff continues on his spree after these instances is the feel of control he gets. After being forced into submission by those around him for so long, he finally feels a stable sense of power over those he deems as less than him.

He ends up wandering throughout the states after this, hopping from town to town. He never stays in one place for long, although sometimes he’ll revisit his home town to give the urban legend fanatics something to fear again.

[raythekiller]

Hi, I've been reading your works and I'm envious. Your scenarios and headcanons are so cool :D I was wondering if you could make a headcanon for the creeps living with a Latina recruit who is sassy but caring to the point she (or they) will aggressively take care of someone if they aren't feeling well. Hope it isn't too much out of your comfort zone. Have a good day and take care

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🗒 ❛ Sassy But Caring Latinx! Reader ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky

#Notes: as a dad friend sassy latino myself this one was right up my alley ty

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

You definitely give him a lot of shit. When you first arrive he's all cocky thinking he has a new victim, but then as soon as you opened your mouth, boom, he got dragged. Since he's quite the troublemaker, you'll probably be screaming at him a lot.

"¡Jeff! ¿Que chingado estás hacendo?"

"Slender, the new recruit is speaking tongues again!"

Secretly thinks it's kinda hot when you speak Spanish. The rolling r's just do something to him. While he's absolutely not gonna try to learn it, he ends up picking up a thing or two just from hearing you and the context of the situation. Can't speak it to save his life, though. Still, he makes fun of your language all the time.

"What, you forgot English already?"

Also, he's like, terrible with self care. Not as bad as Ben, but still pretty bad. Doesn't shower for days and hates drinking water. You'll have to threaten him with a chancla to get him to actually take some care of himself.

"¡Jeffrey Woods, chingada madre, limpia tu habitación!"

"You can't fucking make me!"

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Little mister Hasn't Showered, Slept Or Eaten In A Week over here. I swear, this guy is helpless. Spends all his time cupped up in his room playing videogames and eating nothings but trash like some kind of fucking raccoon. You'll have the hardest time trying to take care of him.

"Ben, how long has it been since the last time you showered?"

"Uhmm... I don't know, about 9 days?"

" *sighs in spanish* "

Genuinely terrified of you when you get mad and start cussing in Spanish. He'll clean his room, he promises, just please put the chancla down!

Will actually be really happy if you make him Hispanic food. Not only does it taste good, but you made it for him because you care about him, and that means the world. He can't handle spicy stuff though, so be careful.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Not too bad in general when it comes to taking care of himself, but he does just... Forget to eat. All the time. He will just suddenly get light headed and remember he hasn't eaten a bite of food in the last 3-4 days. Another one who loves if you make him Hispanic food, but unlike Ben, he likes his shit extra spicy. Probably one of the only creeps who will try to learn Spanish to understand you better, even if you're fluent in English.

"H-hola, Y/N. Como- como estás?"

"Estoy bien, pero no necessitas hablar conmigo en español, chulo."

Yes, you call him "chulo". He will also listen to the music and just try to learn more of the culture in general to make you feel more welcome. Overall, genuinely puts in an effort in taking better care of himself so you don't have to worry about him as much.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

I'd be surprised if he didn't know Spanish already, which was probably a bit of a shock to you, but a good one nonetheless. He's not normally into gossip, but there's something extremely funny about talking shit about someone while they're right there and they have no idea what you're saying.

"Jeff es tan jodidamente estúpido."

"Sí, ¿verdad?"

"The FUCK you two talkin about?"

You won't have to worry about him much, he takes basic care of himself unlike most of the others. If anything, he's scolding rhe others WITH you. You're basically the parents of everyone else at this point.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Has the biggest fucking crush on you and will forever be mad about it. I said this in the ideal S/O post - he needs someone who gives him shit but also looks out for him and the others. The fact that latino people are extra hot is just a bonus. Unfortunately, this also means he's extra mean to you.

"Tienes que dejar de fumar. Te va a joder los pulmones así."

"Sorry, doll, I don't speak 'freak'."

Like Jeff, secretly thinks it's hot when you speak in your language. Hates when you scold him, loves it when you scold others, especially if you get extra mad and start cussing in Spanish. It's just amusing to him. Plus, you make things easier for him now that he's not the only one parenting these weirdos and he's genuinely glad you came along.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#4 with lots of angst but a happy ending!😭

Warning: Mentions of car accident, pregnancy complications, 4pre-term birth, hospitals.

Harry had been a bit hesitant to schedule any shows for when you made it to your 6 month of pregnancy. However, you assured him that you wouldn't even start your maternity leave until the 7 month mark because you wanted more time after the baby was born; you didn't want to feel rushed to say goodbye to her. You had a desk job, so you weren't doing anything strenuous and your job also wasn't all that stressful. So during a break in his tour he came home and after a few checks ups where Harry asked a bajillion questions, your doctor assured him that everything was perfectly normal and looking really great.

It's not that Harry didn't want to tour, he actually really did because after your baby came he intended to take at least a year or two to just be there with you both. But he also didn't want to be away from you just in case you needed him during this time. But you reminded him that your mom would be coming in from LA to help out soon and well, his mom was constantly around, doting on you, and other friends of yours and Harry's in town, so you had many people around who would surely lend a hand if you ever needed it. So with that information, plus your doctor's confirmation he gave Jeffrey the green light to add one more month of shows to his tour. After all, it would be the last one for a bit.

He was having a blast, he was making the most of these last few shows because he knew he'd miss it a lot down the line. And right now he was in the huddle with the band, pep talking them all right before they got on stage. They were just about to do their chant when he heard someone call his name loudly.

"Harry!" he turned around to see Brad running over with his phone to his ear looking absolutely panicked and scared and worried all mixed into one. He'd never seen him looking that scared and it made him start to worry. As soon as he was closer to the huddle he lowered his voice, "H, Y/N's been in a serious car accident. It's not good." He said and his stomach immediately sank. Everyone's cheerful and excited expressions shifted into those of concern and sadness, "Your mum just called Jeff, she just got to the hospital, they won't give her any details." he said as he said whatever Jeffrey was telling him on the line.

Harry was frozen though, he wasn't sure what to do. He just knew he needed to get there as soon as possible. People always overthink and ponder about bizarre or worst case scenarios to maybe know how to handle them when they arise, but this is not something that Harry would have ever even considered. He was in shock, he had no control, he had no idea what was going on. He couldn't even cry. His ears were just ringing as he heard the crowd cheering and roaring maniacally as the screens darkened, indicating he was about to go on.

"The show." he finally said flatly as he swallowed the lump in his throat, "I can't do the show."

"Yeah, Tommy's already taking care of that." Brad assured him, "Let's just get your things, we're trying to get you there as soon as possible. Jeff is on the other line with Kris. I guess Kim is in town for work, she flew on her jet." he said and Harry nodded, "C'mon". Brad said and guided Harry back to his dressing room. The band rushed after them and followed Harry to his dressing room. He needed to get changed out of his crazy costume... he was trying to get his shoes off, but his shaking hands were making the simple task almost impossible.

"H, I've got it." Mitch said to him softly as he stooped down and Harry nodded. Once his shoes were off he hurried to get changed into his casual clothes. The rest of the band started gathering his things, getting them into his duffle bag so that he could head out as soon he was done changing. They all frowned when they heard him start to vomit in the bathroom but it was understandable, there are just somethings in life that cause a visceral reaction.

Harry just couldn't believe that this was rally happening. He felt like he was outside of his body in a way, just disconnected. But all that came crashing when he realized that no one had any idea of your condition. No one knew if your baby girl was alright...or maybe they wouldn't tell his mom anything because neither of you had made it...the thought of that just made him feel sick to his stomach. He dropped to his knees and just started to hurl up everything in his stomach. He was coughing through his tears and he exhaled shakily as he wiped off his mouth. He then flushed the toilet and rinsed out his mouth before he finished changing.

"Here, H." Sarah said handing over his toothbrush when he opened the door.

"Thank you." he mumbled as he took it and quickly brushed his teeth.

"Yes! We got the jet!" Brad said to everyone as soon as Kim confirmed to Jeffrey that her flight crew was heading to the airfield as they spoke. Everyone sighed in relief at this news, "She told Jeff that they can get you there in 2 hours." he told Harry and he nodded. He wished he could teleport, but 2 hours was better than nearly three hours of flight, not counting the entire process he'd have to go through at the airport. He'd make it there after midnight if that were the case, so the fact that she was in town and was just letting him take her jet was a heaven ordained miracle, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last of the night. Not even ten minutes later they were off to the airfield.

True to her word, Kim's crew was ready to go as soon as his car pulled up. He and Brad hurried out and they had taken off not even five minutes later.

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Back at the hospital Anne was in a complete panic because no one was telling her anything. No one was giving her any information or just brushing her off. She knew that you were on your way to get your mother from the airport, so she sent Michal and Gemma to go get her and bring her over.

She was more than relieved when Jeffrey called her to let her know that Harry had been able to borrow a jet and was in the air now. But as she hung up with Jeffrey she started getting a lot of text messages from friends and family asking if Y/N was alright. One person sent her a video that someone had taken of the paramedics wheeling her into the ambulance. She immediately called Jeffrey back and he got to work on making sure that those videos got taken down. But obviously, the internet spreads information like a wildfire and half an hour later there were even news reports on the television. People started to recognize her and come ask her questions and so eventually the hospital staff just let her stay in a private room while she waited for your mum, Gem, and Michal to arrive.

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Obviously, Harry saw the videos. He didn't think he'd be riddled with messages about this; people were asking him questions that he didn't even have the answers to. The not knowing was the worst part. There was already news that he had cancelled his show and speculation that the rest of the tour was cancelled, which he hadn't even spoken to anyone about but that was true. Even if it was a good outcome, he didn't want to be apart from you after this.

He was afraid though because in the videos he saw your pants had blood on them and you didn't appear to be fully conscious as you were wheeled away. The accident had been bad; your car had been t-boned on the driver's side, so you surely had taken the impact, which he knew couldn't be good. He didn't want to think anymore, he just wanted to get there and do whatever he could to help.

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Once your mother got there the hospital staff were far more collaborative as they shared information on your condition. And thankfully Harry had arrived shortly after everyone else. He asked to speak to the doctors straight away before anything else, he needed to know what was going on before he faced anyone else.

"Good evening, Mr. Styles-"

"Just tell me what happened please." he cut the woman off and she nodded.

"For now your wife is stable, we're just closing her up from the c-section. In terms of your daughter, she's in the NICU. Unfortunately we're not too sure if she'll make it on her own yet." she explained to him and Harry just felt his heart tighten up in his chest as his throat bobbed. "The impact caused very serious abdominal trauma to your wife. First responders determined that the placenta was moderately detached from the uterus because of the bleeding she had." she explained, "When we opened her up though it was completely detached." she said and he shook his head.

"OK, but what does that mean for my baby?" he asked, slightly aggravated. He didn't understand why these people just never said what they meant. He understood it could be hard to give people bad news, but beating around the bush was far more harmful in his opinion.

"When the placenta detaches it means the baby has no oxygen or nutrients. And in severe cases like this it's standard to perform an emergency c-section as quickly as possible to ensure that damage to the baby is minimal." she explained to him and his tears started to fall, "Unfortunately, we don't know long it was fully detached for...if it happened upon impact or on the way to the hospital. But this can lead to several complications for the baby, but given that your wife is just shy of 31 weeks the baby still has some growing to do and my biggest concern is brain injury, which can cause a lot of developmental delays. We just won't know until later down the line." she explained and he nodded, "We've got her on some oxygen for now since her lungs are not fully developed yet. But in normal, pre-term birth circumstances babies born between 31 to 34 week have a 95% survival rate, which is very good." she said and he sighed.

"But this is not a normal, pre-term circumstance." he said to her.

"No, but we're doing everything we can. Your baby seems to have developed really well from what I was able to see. These next couple of hours are critical though and if she makes it through the night I’ll be very optimistic about her recovery.”

"Can I see them?" he asked.

"I can certainly arrange for that. You might be able to see the baby first, but she's in the incubator and it'll be a bit frightening to see her hooked up to several things, but that's just what we need to do to keep her stable." she informed and he nodded, "Your wife had to have a blood transfusion, so she's out. And I believe they are also treating to her fractures. She may also be out for a few more hours since she also suffered a concussion."

"Jesus..." he sighed shakily.

"Your wife will pull through though. She's in great health, Mr. Styles." she assured him and he nodded.

"Alright, thank you Dr. Mehta." he said and she nodded, "I'll escort you to the room your relatives have been given and someone will come get you shortly to see your baby." she said.

It was about 15 minutes before a nurse came in to take Harry over to the NICU. He had to get into a full body paper suit, hairnet, mask, and gloves before he could get in. Once that was squared away he was led to the little incubating carriage that had your little girl in it. When Harry saw her he was shocked at just how tiny she was, he swore she'd fit in in his hand, she couldn't be bigger than his forearm. He was happy to see her, but like the doctor had said it was also scary to see her so tiny and defenseless hooked up to all those things. It was hard to know that she was fighting for her life.

“Can I touch her?” He asked the nurse.

“Of course. You just put your arm through the hole there.” She explained and he nodded, “Just mind the tubes and monitoring pads.” She said and he nodded, “I’ll give you a few minutes, I’ll be right out there if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” Harry hummed and then he was left alone. As soon as she was gone he started to cry. You two hadn’t even agreed on her name yet; but he was glad you hadn't because it might be more painful to name her and lose her. It pained him so much to think that she might not make it through the night and that maybe you'd never even get to see her. He hesitated before his gloved hand made contact with her through the hand opening, but he shook off his concern and just touched the top of her tiny hand. He saw the faintest little twitch in her fingers and he chuckled happily at her response as his tears fell even harder, "Hi princess!" he smiled through his tears, "It's me, your dad." he sniffled, "Please, just...just hang on for me, princess. We already love you so much, we can't say goodbye." he cried quietly. He prayed silently to the heavens that his little girl would make it. She had to make it.

********

It was about two hours later that he was told he could go see you. You were still unconscious but at least he got to see that you were alive. Your right shoulder, arm, hip, and leg were in a cast. He was glad that at least your mom was with him so that they could hold each other while they cried. She wanted to stay a while longer so Harry gave her some privacy as he stepped outside of the room. Letting out a sigh of relief that you were alive. A little torn up, but still with him.

It was undoubtedly a sleepless night. He couldn't risk missing anything. It was around 8:30am the next morning when Dr. Mehta came by the waiting room. He hurriedly woke everyone else up as she stepped into the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Styles and family." Dr. Mehta smiled. If she was saying that it meant that it was good news, right?

"Any updates?" he asked and she nodded.

"Your baby is stable. She remained stable all night." she shared happily and every let out a sigh of relief. He felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders, "now this doesn't mean she's out of the NICU, her stay will be a bit longer, I'm afraid, but she is out of immediate danger." she informed him and he nodded, "Your wife should be waking up in the next couple of hours."

"Thank you, thank you so much." he sighed and she nodded.

"I did want to show you something though."

"Of course." he stood and followed after her.

"I was reviewing your wife's chart and I noticed something interesting." she said and he nodded. Harry followed her down the hall and she let him into an empty room with an x-ray projector. She set the file in her hand down and pulled out your x-rays and powered on the projector before she placed them on the screen. "Look at the fractures. They're here on the shoulder, elbow, hip and femur." she said and Harry nodded, "That's why your baby's alive." she said and he turned to her.

"I don't understand." he said.

"I think your wife had enough time to react before she was hit. It looks like she tried to turn her body away was much as possible, which explains the way her shoulder fractured and she probably used her arm and leg to try to shield her stomach so that they took the brunt of the impact."

"That's...so incredible. Thank you for showing this to me." he nodded with tearful eyes and she nodded.

"Of course. My shift is over, but I'll be back again tonight. Your nurses from last night are still on shift."

"Thank you." he said before he headed back to the waiting room and shared with his family what the doctor had told him. He was so proud of you and he couldn't wait to tell you.

When you woke up a few hours later he immediately went over to see you. It all tears for the first few minutes before you asked about your baby. He squeezed your hand gently and sniffled.

"She's alright. I get to see her again later." he explained and you nodded in relief, "She's just a tiny little thing, this big, I swear." he smiled through his tears as he demonstrated her length to you with his hands, "Your doctor said you saved her life. S'why you're all broken, baby." he said and you smiled at him as you cleared your throat to speak.

"I just wanted to protect her as much as I could." you sniffled and he nodded.

"You did, my love. She's here because of you." he sobbed and kissed your forehead and you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders, "I told you adding more shows was a bad idea..." he said and you chuckled before you winced, "Oh, I'm sorry, not making you laugh's gonna be hard."

"It might be if you were actually funny, baby." you croaked out and he pouted playfully as you smiled at him. "What're we gonna name our baby? We haven't even discussed it properly."

"S'cause we knew it'll get us in a tiff. But considering you're handicapped and all, I supposed your opinion bears more weight." he said and you chuckled again and he grinned, "And you said I'm not that funny..." he hummed as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

"I'm concussed." you reminded and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, I told her that she was so loved...and well, she's our little love. So I think I want to call her Love." he said and you smiled.

"Love Styles sounds like a cheap lingerie brand." you wheezed as you tried to adjusted yourself a bit and he burst our laughing before reaching up and fluffing your pillow up a bit.

"Yeah...that's...definitely not what I'm going for." he smiled and you smiled back.

"We don't have to decide yet." you said and he nodded.

"I'm just so happy that you're still here with me." he said softly and you sniffled and nodded.

"Me too."

********

It had been a few days and Harry just needed to get home and get showered and changed. It felt good to be home and when he walked past the nursery he smiled, he couldn't wait to have you and your baby home. When Harry got into your shared bedroom he haphazardly dumped his bag out on the bed in search of his toothbrush before heading in for a shower. He took his time under the hot and soothing water. After he stepped out and dried off a bit he just dropped onto your bed and before he knew he passed out. He had maybe slept six hours in the the last 2 days.

"Harry." he heard faintly, "Hang on, he's passed out." he heard as he gained consciousness and slowly blinked his eyes open to see Brad hovering over him and he immediately sat up.

"Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, mate. Y/N wanted to ask you something." he said and he grabbed Brad's phone.

"I've been calling you." you said and he sighed.

"Sorry baby, phone's dead. What is it?" he asked groggily.

"Let's name her Violet." You said and Harry smiled.

"I like that a lot." he said with a grin.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's perfect." he agreed.

"OK. That's all. Get some rest."

"I'll be back soon though, OK? I love you." he said and you nodded.

"I love you." you hummed back and he blew a kiss at the screen before you hung up.

"Love Styles? Really?" Brad asked him and he scoffed.

"Oh, shut up..." Harry huffed before draping his arm over his eyes.

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[cimacally]

Dead Poets Society headcanons: what do they do when they can't sleep

Neil starts reciting theater lines in his mind because he remembers all of them. Sometimes he obviously can't recall some and he gets angry at himself cause he can't read the script without turning the light on, and he doesn't want to wake up Todd. Eventually, he falls asleep, after mumbling the line he was stuck at for 20 minutes.

Todd usually thinks of poems which he won't remember in the morning either way. When he really can't create any good work, he gets frustrated and doesn't sleep all night, thinking about his parents and Jeffrey, drowning in insecurities.

Charlie aggressively wakes up Cameron and complains to him. At first, it was really annoying to Richard, but he got used to it and now they both enjoy it (they will never admit it tho).

Cameron just stares at the ceiling and lets his mind wander off. He thinks about pretty much everything, and sometimes it leads to very weird conclusions, so he tries to sleep every night (he even stopped drinking coffee) (it does not help).

Meeks quietly hums some melodies and imagines various scenarios. He likes making stories so he often doesn't sleep on purpose, just to create them in peace.

Pitts almost never has problems with falling asleep, but when he does, he wakes up Meeks and they talk about everything and nothing. He feels guilty doing so, but Meeks assures that it's not a problem.

Knox gets up and walks around the room until he's at least a little tired. If it doesn't help, he thinks of Chris till morning. The Poets told him that it's kinda creepy but he doesn't give a shit.

I know it's not great, I have never written headcanons before and English isn't my first language but I always wanted to try it so here we are <3.

[rising-psyche]

"Without knowing why, he will wonder and invent. His ability to deal with his emotional reactions to trauma and threat when he is alone is still very uncertain, and his understanding of it, of his body, of how it works and what can be done with it, is minuscule. "His knowledge of his own physiology and anatomy is scanty and is mixed with strange speculations about the inside of his body". Jeff Dahmer's own imaginings about the inside of people's bodies began with the hernia operation and the intrusion into his own. The atmosphere in the hospital cannot help but be frightening, because it is so strange. Add to this the anxiety of the parents and the prodding of strange men, the sense that something terrible, unknown and unspoken, is about to happen, and the imperative that in the face of all this he must be passive and compliant, and the child is overwhelmed. "He has fantasies about what has happened to him that far exceed the actual facts," writes a learned pediatrician, and he is even more convinced that "the injury will continue to grow and make him totally different from anyone else in the world." Both of these observations seem to apply with peculiar accuracy to the case of Jeff Dahmer. And there is a third, slightly frightening in its prophetic implications: "He may open up the fear by pretending that he is performing the operation on another child." The memory of the fear and fantasies that preceded the operation may then be repressed, with the result that the unconscious memories begin to infect the growing child's perceptions of the world and people, and each new experience carries the threat of a repetition of the old. This is a heavily concealed reaction, of course; one would not suggest that Dahmer thought that everyone he met was a surgeon in disguise, but since he never wanted to see or be touched by that surgeon again, he would assume that everyone was implicitly dangerous — his responses would be profoundly influenced by the experience. Emotional shock may not be expressed openly for some time... Just as physical shock can result in death, emotional shock can result in a lifetime of misery. It is often very difficult to see the connections between an adult’s unusual behavior and the surgery he underwent as a child, but in Dahmer’s case the path from cause to effect is surprisingly clear. The story of a four-year-old boy who underwent a meatotomy (to widen the urethral opening) without anesthesia shows some parallels. From then on, his play consisted of cutting people and cutting off his own face, hands, and penis, all clearly stemming from the fear of castration that the operation generated. Jeff Dahmer’s operation involved opening his abdomen with very deep incisions, feeling inside, exploring inside himself, at a time when his ability to rely on his mother, with his own insecurities and nervousness, was already in jeopardy. He later asked her if his penis had been removed (so he told Dr. Becker), and the postoperative pain would be exactly as if it had been. The fear of castration is not only, or even primarily, sexual, and here we must come to the most revealing inference. When Dahmer was cut open by the surgeon, in his mind he had lost control of his own body once and for all, and his crimes in adulthood were a belated attempt to reassert himself and regain control. They expressed a desperate desire to regain that power which, unconsciously, he thought the surgeon's scalpel had removed". (The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer, Brian Masters)

Note: Dahmer had double hernia surgery shortly before his 4th birthday. Jeff has been described more than once as a happy and outgoing child before the surgery performed by his parents, lending credit to the argument that this episode was quite traumatic and turned him into a quiet and melancholic child. In his crimes, Jeffrey also opened up to his victims and was always curious to know what they were like on the inside, possibly recreating the scenario of his childhood with other people. He felt invaded and powerless, something that continued for most of his life as he became a person without reaction to most situations. This operation changed everything, along with other factors.

[princeelectra]

You know when you feel a sensation so strong and deep that you cannot explain it? Or you imagine things that happened before you were even born like you were there?

This happens everytime I think about London, March 27, Apollo Victoria Theatre.

The grand opening... The first time the world would see Starlight express.

I can feel the excitement of people, them sitting, curious about what's going on...

And then... The overture.

To even IMAGINE the overture in that beautiful painted scenario for the first time makes me genuinely want to cry.

Oh... The emotion, the JOY! The sensation of nostalgia of something I've never saw! Oh, Jeffrey Daniel dancing like a god in that marvelous set! My heart beats, beats, BEATS... It seems like I'm dying! I want to go back, I want to SEE IT! I want to live... Live what I was BORN TO LIVE!

1984, Jeffrey, ray shell, THE LIGTHS OF THE STARLIGHT APPEARING IN THE SKY! What a technology, what an experience...

My soul is there. My soul will always be there. On that day, March 27, in London, at Apollo Victoria.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

It was a learning experience for me because we're both cancers. We both have a hard exterior that sometimes people tell us is unapproachable or just maybe intimidating. Like, oh, you aren't someone who I would come to with a, you know, a problem necessarily. 'cause you'd tell me the truth and then you'd be stern about it. So what I learned from having a great writer script this scenario for me is that I have just as much strength in softness as I do in my prickliness. And that's been a big lesson for me in adulthood, is to understand that softness is also powerful and that's not something that comes naturally to me. Yeah. So, you know, even when Jeffrey and IS suffered our first pregnancy loss, this sounds terrible, but I already practiced this scene. Like I'd already played this scene. So I knew what it meant to let myself be upset to, you know, to try to be optimistic in the face of that, all of that. But Jeffrey hadn't, you know, he had never been given a script and he really struggled in what to say to me. And I wrote about that in my book and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. -Hilarie

[thetalee]

Protective Custody

A Born for Adversity one-shot in which we see the possible results of a violent action.

(Because this scenario has been playing in my brain, but it can't actually go this way unless I really want to fuck everything up.)

The house was silent, but it was not peaceful. it hadn't been peaceful since that bastard walked in and took Athena's son from his home, since he violated that sense of safety. Bobby was at the stove, working on breakfast for the pair of them. Just for the pair of them: Harry had spent the night at his sister's, and it hurt that Athena understood exactly why he did not want to be home.

The house wasn't peaceful, but it was silent. And then it wasn't even that as Athena's phone rang. She debated for a moment to just let it ring through, especially since it wasn't any of her children calling. It was Eddie, though, which made her instincts sit up and take notice.

She picked her phone up off the table, answering it with a simple,

"Hello?"

"Danny's going to kill Chimney!"

That had her full attention. If it was about anyone else, Athena would've chalked it up to hyperbole. As it was, she knew Daniel Buckley far too well at this point to not take the words seriously.

"What do you mean?" she asked, getting to her feet.

"Chimney got an insurance invoice about an ER visit for Jee," Eddie explained in a rush. "He went over to confront Buck or- or something, and- It doesn't matter. Chimney got angry. And then he punched Buck."

"Is Buck okay?" Athena asked, which was a question that earned her husband's concern. Bobby turned off the burners and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands off as he came over, curiosity etched into the lines on his face.

"I'm at the ER with him, we're waiting for the doctor to come back. They're worried about the bone around his eye. But Athena, Danny knows. I haven't seen him this pissed since... I don't know. Ever."

"Where is he now?"

"He just left."

Athena didn't bother with farewells. She hung up and immediately fell into crisis mode, grabbing her shoes and her keys. Bobby, seeing her in action, hurried did the same. When she pulled her gun out of its lockbox - not her department issued sidepiece, that one was taken as part of the requisite investigation into her shooting of Jeffrey Hudson, but her personal one - his eyes went wide as saucers.

The car ride there probably should have taken longer than it did. As it was, she was undoubtedly going to have to call it in, if only to explain why there was a car breaking every known traffic law as it sped through the city. She came to an ungraceful stop in front of Chimney and Maddie's building, tires squealing.

Chimney and Hen stared at them, the latter apparently in the middle of packing up his car.

"Athena." Hen sounded bewildered as she watched her and Bobby jump out. "What's-?"

Another car came to a squealing stop, nearly sideswiping them all with its carelessness. Athena understood what Eddie had meant, now, when he said he had never seen Daniel Buckley so angry. He got out of the car, that damned baseball bat already in his hand. It glinted in the sunlight as he pointed it at Chimney.

"You!" he snarled with enough viciousness that even Bobby flinched, storming towards them. Chimney let out an actual squeak, scrambling for distance.

"Dan." Athena put herself in front of Chimney, hand on her gun. "Don't."

"I'm going to beat him bloody," Daniel said, only to draw up short when she pulled her gun out and pointed it at him. "Really?"

"I'm not going to let you do this."

"I don't give a fuck about what you'll let me do," he told her. "I am going to kill him."

"Dan, I know you-" Bobby tried, mediator voice in full effect. It might've been the worst possible thing he could've done, because it just made Daniel angrier.

"Shut the fuck up, Nash! You don't get to talk, not about this."

None the options that lay before Athena were good ones. She didn't want to shoot Daniel, but she also didn't want to watch him murder Chimney with a baseball bat. She needed to deescalate the situation, somehow. She needed-

There was a tiny little cry from the car. They all looked at it, spotting Jee-Yun in her carseat. Chimney took a step towards her, only a single one - he froze the moment the motion put him in Daniel's sights again. Jee-Yun's cries got louder, more urgent.

Daniel looked between them, face having gone unnervingly blank. And then he turned and went to Chimney's car, yanking the door open as he set the bat aside.

"Hey, princess." It was a complete switch from his words just skant moments ago, soft and full of adoration. "What's got you so upset, huh?"

Athena watched him reach in and unbuckle his niece, pulling her close to his chest. This was a reprieve, she knew, but it didn't actually solve anything. She needed to keep Chimney somewhere that Daniel couldn't get to him. She needed to arrest Chimney for his own good.

"Howard Han," Athena said, digging one-handedly into her pocket for her cuffs. They were going to be a last resort on Daniel, because she knew what memories it would dredge up for him; putting them on Chimney was a much better use. "You are under arrest for the assault and battery of Evan Buckley-"

"Athena!" Chimney protested. Judging from Hen's look of horror, it appeared that he hadn't shared that tidbit of information with her.

"You have the right to remain silent," Athena recited, keeping an eye on Daniel as she reholstered her gun. When he didn't immediately lunge to carry through with his threats, when he barely glanced their way as he pawed through a diaper bag, she grabbed Chimney's arms and manhandled him as she cuffed his wrists. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law-"

"But Jee!" Chimney struggled a little against her grip. "Maddie! I need to-"

"You need to shut up," Athena hissed at him. "What did you think was going to happen when you put Buck in the ER?"

"Go," Bobby urged. "Get him out of here. I'll stay and handle this."

Athena nodded, so very grateful for her husband, and bustled Chimney into her car. She shoved him, with very little grace, into her backseat before sliding behind the steering wheel. Daniel's eyes tracked them as she pulled back onto the road.

"Athena." Chimney leaned forward as best he could with the way he was buckled in, hands cuffed behind his back. "This is just... I'm not really under arrest, am I?"

"The DA will decide if there'll be any charges filed," Athena told him. When he spoke up again, protesting about how Jee-Yun needed him and how he needed to find Maddie, she lost her temper. "Shut up, Howard! No one's happy with you right now. Maddie might be one of the last people you want to see, right after Daniel, because she'll probably join him in murdering you. What the hell did you think was going to happen when you assaulted Buck!?"

"...I wasn't thinking," was the quiet admittance.

"Obviously."

[themattress]

“Remember, kids, if you’ve got a racist grandparent who espouses negative views toward an entire group of people, then you’d better listen to them because they’re right! Some entire groups of people are just collectively evil and can never be trusted!” - Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken

If there’s no discourse about this now, then I suspect there will be soon once more people see or hear about this movie because good lord. For those who don’t get it, the context is that in the film the main character Ruby discovers that she’s actually kraken royalty and this of course creates generational angst between her and her mother and grandmother because everything’s gotta have generational angst in it these days. She is told by her grandmother that mermaids, the long-time enemies of the krakens, are all evil and untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans. Ruby also befriends a mermaid named Chelsea, who specifically calls attention to this feud between the two species and specifically says that she wants to put a stop to it with Ruby’s help. And so Ruby naturally says “screw your bigotry, Grandma; I’m standing by my friend even if she’s a mermaid”.

......Which leads to the inevitable third act “reveal” that Chelsea was actually manipulating Ruby the whole time in order to acquire a source of power, doesn’t actually desire peace between the species, and just wants to assert domination over humans as is her kind’s wont. 

Look, if the bullshit about krakens and mermaids was not present in the movie, then despite what a hackneyed obvious “twist villain” scenario this is I still would have accepted it because it would just be an isolated incident between two individuals. Without the species feud, you could just freely respect Ruby for having such an open heart and positive nature, and freely hate Chelsea for remorselessly taking advantage of that for her own self-serving agenda.

But because this occurs against this specific backdrop, the movie is flat-out saying that racism is justified and that the teen protagonist should’ve listened to her racist grandmother! All mermaids ARE evil, untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans, and Ruby was a total dumbass to dare to believe otherwise about Chelsea!

Imagine if in The Little Mermaid, Ariel is exposed as a mermaid, Prince Eric immediately reacts with disgust before he and his followers harpoon her to death before cooking and eating her bottom half. Guess King Triton was right, all humans are heartless barbarians!  

Or imagine if in Luca, the townspeople accept all of the sea monsters at the end, only for the sea monsters to murder them all in their sleep and lay waste to the town. Guess all those fearful superstitions about sea monsters were accurate and should have been listened to!

Or imagine if in Zootopia....oh heck, do I even need to give this example?

If you think I’m overreacting here, then just swap everything said about mermaids in the movie and replace “mermaid” with “Jew”. Chelsea’s Jewish now. Ruby has the audacity to believe that her Jewish friend isn’t some heinous caricature made of her people, only to learn that actually that caricature is spot-on, so from now on she will never trust a Jew again and will accept her position defending humanity against the evil Jews. Sounds fucking horrible when I put it that way, doesn’t it? I recently said that it’s a good thing that kids have recently been getting more stories calling out how wrong prejudice is, so to see a movie aimed at kids that is actively justifying and encouraging prejudice is mind-blowing in the worst way possible. Who the Hell signed off on this? Did nobody stop to consider the unfortunate implications? Did they think making Chelsea a caricature of a pretty, popular, two-faced Mean Girl justified applying that characterization to her entire species? Or was this Jeffrey Katzenburg being a petty bitch (again) over the fact that The Little Mermaid was being remade without him and he just wanted to stick it to Disney? Whatever the case, I’d recommend giving this movie a pass.

[ericdeggans]

Why hoping Lily Gladstone won an Oscar does not equal valuing race over talent.

Social media is never a great place to have discussions about race and culture. The real issues at hand are way too nuanced and detailed for outrage factories like X/Twitter and Instagram to handle.

Still, I was disappointed to see so many people – perhaps willfully – missing the point online when discussion rose after the Oscars about Lily Gladstone failing to win best actress honors.

No doubt, a win for Gladstone – who would have been the first Native American woman to earn a major acting Oscar – also would have felt like a serious triumph for champions touting the power of diversity in film.

Feeling the love big time today, especially from Indian Country. Kittō”kuniikaakomimmō”po’waw - seriously, I love you all ❤️ (Better believe when I was leaving the Dolby Theater and walked passed the big Oscar statue I gave that golden booty a little Coup tap - Count: one 😉)

— Lily Gladstone (@lily_gladstone) March 12, 2024

Those of us who clock these things regularly knew that Emma Stone’s turn in Poor Things was most likely to spoil that scenario. Stone offered a showy-yet-accomplished performance as a singular character in an ambitious, creatively weird production. A much-loved past winner delivering a career-best effort, she was just the kind of nominee that Oscar loves to reward. And, as Vulture pointed out, modern Oscar voters seem to enjoy turning against expectations in big moments like this.

But when I expressed those feelings online – that Stone was marvelous and more than earned the award, but the Oscar academy really missed a chance to make history by overlooking Gladstone’s more subtle, quietly powerful turn in a better movie – the knives came out.

The gist of most negative reactions was the implication that I and others lamenting her loss were insisting that ethnicity should trump talent. As if the only or most important reason that an indigenous woman could be nominated for such a lofty award, is by people trying to bring social justice to the Oscars. (I guess Gladstone’s wins as best actress at the Golden Globes and Screen Actors Guild awards, among others, were also nods to diversity?)

As if it couldn’t be possible that perhaps -- just perhaps -- some racial cultural preferences were mixed up in Oscar voters’ attraction to the story of a beautiful, young white woman who has loads of sex while learning to define herself in a male dominated world.

What really disappointed me, however, was reading an analysis which reached all the way back to the 2017 Oscars to imply that one reason Barry Jenkins’ masterpiece Moonlight won best picture honors over La La Land was the pressure to bring social justice to the Oscars.

Talk about missing the point by a mile. What I’m driving at, when I advocate for contenders like Gladstone, Barry Jenkins and Jeffrey Wright, isn’t a finger on the scale to make up for past exclusion.

It’s a plea for Oscar voters to see these performances the way I and so many other people actually see them.

I still remember watching last year’s version of The Color Purple in a screening alongside lots of folks from Black fraternity and sorority organizations. And when the moment arrived where Danielle Brooks’ character intoned about her husband, “I loves Harpo — God knows I do — but I’ll kill him dead before I let him or anybody beat me,” it felt like the whole theater said those words with her. That’s how iconic those lines -- first spoken on film by Oprah Winfrey in the 1985 production – have become for Black America.

That same feeling came after I first saw Cord Jefferson’s brilliant American Fiction, centered on a frustrated, floundering Black writer who creates a stereotypical parody of a Black novel as a dark joke, only to see it become a best seller. I felt as if Jefferson had pulled the same bait-and-switch with his movie that his lead character managed onscreen – using the outrageous premise to draw us all into a more subtle and deliberately powerful story of a Black man struggling to connect with his family after huge losses.

I needed three attempts to get through watching all of Gladstone’s work in Killers of the Flower Moon. Not because the movie was so long I had to “get my mail forwarded to the theater,” like Oscars host Jimmy Kimmel joked. But because it was so hard for me to watch a film centered on the historic exploitation and murder of Native American people by white men.

It sounds like a simple idea, but it’s worth repeating: evocative moments in films will speak differently to different people.

Sometimes, when I’m pushing for a win in an awards category, or championing a particular project, it’s not because I’m putting a finger on the scale for the sake of equality. It’s because I’m more invested in that story than some others because of who I am. And I’m challenging some people, who might not see their cultural preferences as preferences, to consider exactly why they love one thing over another.

In many ways, it is sad to see great artists pitted against each other in these contests. Comparing the delightful, dangerous absurdity of Poor Things to the gritty, punishing tone in Killers of the Flower Moon feels like a fool’s errand, anyway.

But with so much that comes from an Oscar win – including proof that inclusion brings success, accolades and a great argument for more equity – it is important to understand why some people value some performances.

And part of living in a diverse society means valuing the wide range of opinions and reactions, not shrugging off those that don’t fit your worldview.