#love 80s cliche movies

[goryhorroor]

For the Horror Ask: Favorite 80s Horror?

the return of the living dead hands down! best satire take, iconic moments, and tarman (the best zombie ever) couldn’t ask for a better movie

[choccy-milky]

modern AU seb and clora's first interaction 📘📗 (and by modern AU i actually mean super trope-filled high school romance set in the 80's/90's LOL)

[thenightling]

Dead boy Detectives review

I've watched all eight episodes of Dead Boy Detectives and it was a decent show. It's not something I may obsess over like The Sandman, or The Witcher, but it was decent.

Dead Boy Detectives is the story of Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland. Edwin was killed during a Satanic ritual in 1916. Charles died from hypothermia and internal bleeding after some bullies drove him into an ice-cold lake while throwing rocks at him.

(Note: That was not how Charles actually died in the source material. In the comics, Lucifer had quit and shut down Hell (the basis for the TV show Lucifer) so many evil souls returned to Earth, including the boys that sacrificed poor Edwin. They badly burnt Charles' back on a hot stove and Charles died from his injuries.)

The two ghosts decided to dedicate their afterlife solving mysteries to help other ghosts find peace. They are aided by psychic, Crystal Palace, who is haunted by her abusive ex-boyfriend who happens to be a demon.

Both Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland originated in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, The Sandman: Volume 4. Issue 25 of The Sandman comics, and within Act 2 of The Sandman audio drama.

The Dead Boy Detectives made their TV first appearance in Doom Patrol for HBO Max (now Max). During a shakeup at Max the show was moved over to Netflix as to better connect it with The Sandman since that is where they originated.

The show features different actors from the ones that played Charles and Edwin on Doom Patrol.

The Dead Boy Detectives is a decent show but ...it feels a bit like a CW teen drama. I had been told that some of the show's writers were originally writers for the CW... and it shows.

There are some deliberately surreal elements of the show that I think are a callback to their appearance in Doom Patrol.

I love the variety of supernatural entities in the show, including the appearance of two of Morpheus's siblings. Death and Despair. The things I don't like about the show can be considered CW tropes or cliches. The angsty romances and unrequited love. The ham-fisted abusive ex metaphor between Crystal and David The Demon.

And of course the most tedious of CW tropes, the end of the episode pining and angst while a sad pop song plays in the background.

If you look past the CW-ness of it, the show is enjoyable.

The only other things I can complain about is the "connecting thread" subplot of The Afterlife: Lost and Found feels like unnecessary filler. And I wish they would openly establish that Edwin, being an innocent, would NOT return to Hell if collected by Death now. I don't think that should be left hanging over his head. Especially since we're supposed to see Death as a kind entity. Also I think Charles says "Aces" a little too much. It's very distracting and makes me feel like the writers didn't know much late 80s English slang. It would be like if he was an American and they had him say "Radical" all the time. I get that it's kind of his catchphrase but it also got a bit annoying.

The parts I don't like are CW tropes and what I'd consider to be late 90s Vertigo edginess.

The thing I liked were plentiful though. The protagonists were and are likable. The ending is satisfying enough so that if there is only one season this was still good. I liked that it appears that one can ascend out of Hell after some self-reflection as is indicated by the boy Edwin confronted in Hell. The blue light was established to mean ascension, a good afterlife.

I also LOVE the opening credits theme music and animated sequence. It reminds me of the intro to Showtime's Creature Feature movies. (See the trailer for 2001's She Creature, not the 50s version. Watch the trailer at thirteen seconds in, on Youtube, and you'll see what I mean).

That's two Gothic themed shows from Netflix in the last two years with great opening credits sequences. The first being Wednesday. That one won Danny Elfman an Emmy.

It's funny, Wednesday and Dead Boy Detectives (which is a spin-off of The Sandman) have great opening credit intro sequences but The Sandman does not. Apparently Neil Gaiman was told people don't watch the opening credits anymore so The Sandman doesn't have them.

I feel we were cheated out of what could have been a great opening sequence for The Sandman.

Episodes 7 and 8 of Dead Boy Detectives were probably the best of the series. I liked it well enough that if Dead Boy Detectives gets renewed I'll happily watch season 2.

[whoisthispersonwow]

Hello people of tumblr! :)

I am not used to using this app but I thought i would give it a shot as the fandom works featured here are straight up the best things i've found on the internet, and the community seems just AMAZING on all regards!!! So I thought, yk, that I would share my ideas for this AU fic that perhaps maybe I would write sometimes...... idk....

Actor Bucky x Model Buck

Set in the 90s, this AU follows this rough outline : despite the 90s being a time of counterculture for the youth, (grunge, alternative movies being pushed forward and towards larger audiences) and being out of the 80s and all it entails (glam rock and so on) there was this paradoxally reinforced idea of masculinity (leather jackets, men having to be "strong", etc.) and lattent ideas of homosexuality being a "bad, filthy thing" in some places, interlinked with the misinformations concerning the HIV epidemic (if you're gay, you'll get AIDS, you'll die in a few months, all this stuff), which causes the Bucks have to hide their relationship from the public in fear of retaliation and backlash.

Buck is a male model, in a decade in which supermodels are emerging, and put on a pedestal : it's a decent job for him, despite not being a Claudia Schiffer or a Kate Moss (as female models, especially in that decade, were getting paid way more than male models, and overall just represented couture houses more than men did.). People know his face, he's had a few campaigns, but it's not enough to make him one of the A-list celebrities, not that he minds. He's slimmer than what is the norm for male models, but compensates it with his face : it is his strength as much as his weakness concerning bookings. He is known by his peers as this wise and generally kind man, not overly flairy as people can sometimes be in their industry, and overall very discreet about his personal life. He is extremely professional, a master of his craft that knows exactly what is expected of him at any time.

Bucky, on the other hand, is an actor. Freshly discovered among the rest of a new generation of actors, he climbs steadily and surely his way to the top, and has people from all over the USA watching his career with interest. He acts in movies which in our timeline would feel like "The Matrix" ; "Trainspotting" ; "Fight Club", and all of those sorts of very "mainstream yet still posessing their bit a flair" movies. He's extending his choices and taking more risks, ones that could perhaps lead him to great rewards (not that he is especially looking for it : Bucky would be content to act in a short movie by a middle schooler if it was done with love and passion.) Charming, bubbly, he is loved by many of teenage girls (and others, ofc :p). Everyone has a story about Bucky, be it good or bad. "Oh yeah, he bought me a car when mine broke down" says a make-up artist on a set. "He got so drunk he forgot I was here and punched me square in the face when i got up to pee" says his friend Curt Biddick.

(i made an ugly ass moodboard for the vibes)

-> now i'm gonna dump random infos for no particular reasons

TW : mentions of drugs, alcohol, homophobic cliches.

-They met at a party/gala of some sort for a brand, for which Buck modeled and Bucky was ambassador : it didn't click right away, but closely enough for it to feel like fate played a part in it.

-Buck is kind of excluded during parties as he's fully sober, whether it's from drugs or alcohol : a rarity, in the modeling world, and often not a welcome one.

-Bucky on the other hand, is a bit too much of a party monster : he drinks a lot, perhaps snorts a little cocaine in the bathroom, takes a little speed... Which GREATLY concerns Buck.

-Bucky is as cocky in his confidence and his career as he fears (and represses A LOT) the possibility of everything tumbling down and just going back to being nobody (THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE LOVED BY EVERYONE)

-He's terrified that fame will change him, that he will become a parody version of himself, that people will only know and like the version of himself he presents them and nothing else, not seeing his worth as a person, as an individual of flesh and feelings.

-Between the two of them, he's the one who desperately wants to tell the general audience about their relationship, not caring about the consequences, because in his eyes, love is love, and there sure as hell ain't nothing wrong with loving Gale Cleven, and people should know that he loves him, that they love each other, that they're a pair, that life only ever feels complete when they stand side by side, hanging in each other's orbits. They sometimes argue over this.

-Buck, on the other hand, wishes for their relationship to stay a secret, as he fears if it was to be known, it would taint Bucky's image, this very manly, confident and suave man, mingle it with dumb cliches (in a gay couple one is a "Folle" and the other has to be effeminate, because they're like GIRLS yk) and that it would basically ruin his career, tarnish his talent and hard work, get him blacklisted from most studios/directors and only perhaps offered type-casted roles in homophobic movies written by straight men. Buck could not stand seeing the love of his life being disgraced in the public's eyes, just because of some dumbass cliches, because of his love for him.

-Marjorie (Marge) covers for Buck. She's his front : They are seen dining together and huddling on benches by paparazzis, giggling and talking as they walk in the street, and that's enough. Their story makes people dream, these two young people who grew up together and fell in love, still a couple until this day, still loving each other as much as they did on the first day... They are a lavender couple (when both member of a relationship are queer, and use their couple to cover any suspicions) which helps making Buck and Bucky seem like just buddies. Marjorie is most likely not famous, or if so, she'd be more of a writer than anything else.

-Bucky is EXTREMELY jealous and FUMES whenever he cannot kiss Buck in public, touch him, do his little Bucky things, make Buck feel his. Despite that, he's sort of reckless and allows himself gestures that would not fly were the two men not viewed as pinacle of masculinity and a great example of brotherly love. Buck can't even bring himself to ressent him for it, and does not hold it against him : he too wishes they could hold hands on red carpets.

-Bucky is basically a disaster waiting to happen at some point, a pressure cooker dangerously whistling : he bottles everything he feels, just grits his teeth and says he's fine when dark times arise, drowns himself in alcohol and wishes to forget about his worries, thinks about simpler times when he had none at all. Gale stays by his side, no matter what, no matter his terrifying relationship with alcohol and the memories of his father.

-They live together, despite the risks : Buck couldn't bear having to say no to Bucky when he bought their appartment with a huge check from the royalties he earned over his first blockbuster. It is approprietly cozy : most of the decorum is Buck's doing, but Bucky's things still find their ways in there ; baseball posters, pictures, awards and silly little drawings on stick-it notes... It feels like home, to both of them.

-They probably have bought some sort of ranch or farm, somewhere, to run away from the city when things get crazy : they bask reverently in the fact that there, nothing they do or say matters, watching the sunsets on their patios, enjoying the melody of nature without any civilization.

That's pretty much it for now, I'll most likely add things later! :D I'm begging you to excuse any mistake I made, i'm just a poor French person trying her best. Don't hesitate to tell me how you feel and stuff, I am so nervous to make this post you can't imagine lmaoo

To end things, I guess I'll just post an extract of a wip, a written transcription of a fake interview Bucky probably had on some talk show!!! :]

[soullust]

dead poets in a somewhat cliche highschool flick 

neil perry - theater kid. popular, but in a sweet way that makes theatre seem cool. throws the most elaborate senior prank.

todd anderson - quiet guy at the back of the class, that talks only to like 3 people. he writes poetry instead of learning, and gets straight Cs. dark hoodies with the hood up, messy doodled over notebooks and textbooks. theatre boy neil brings him out of his shell a little

charlie dalton - punk/bad boy in a band that gets sent out of class at least twice a week. undiagnosed adhd, black nail polish, facial piercings, vandalized desks and lockers, wild parties every other weekend, skipping classes to smoke under the bleachers. also lowkey ferris bueller vibes 

knox overstreet - wannabe playboy. he just really wants a girlfriend, okay? actually a pretty good football player. love letters in lockers, full schedule of "tutoring". secretly a geek

steven meeks - burnt out nerd. easily influenceable. used to be used as an example for good behavior/grades but now is chronically distracted (mostly by his punk bf, let’s be honest). still gets pretty good grades and lets ppl copy and cheat off him for a price

gerard pitts - geeky plug, always either high or working on a wacky invention that blows up in his face eventually (like in those 80s movie)

richard cameron - sarcastic tutor. top 5 in every every class he's in and never lets anyone copy off him. i mean he does but he;s petty about it

chris noel - kindest and funniest lead cheerleader you’ll ever meet. plaid skirts, oversized letterman jacket, broken dresscode, abusing hall passes to gossip and loiter.

ginny danburry - confrontational theatre girl that's also somehow inhumanly shy. she will call the chemistry teacher a misoginist then be trembling and near tears trying to talk to the cute girl she has a crush on.

[pixthefuckup]

a crack taken seriously fanfic idea:

all the jocks get their own separate weird redemption arcs that never seem to intersect despite how close everything is to each other... until a giant cliche climatic moment like all of them working together to help richie after his attack or something. it causes the friend groups to merge and become one giant battalion against the lords of black.

brenda gets hers by working with holloway and somehow everytime she's relearning morals or subconsiously using magic, none of them went to visit her despite the fact that the diner would probably be pretty fucking popular bc it's good food and unlike pasqualli's, it doesn't have a reputation for giving or getting head if you take someone there.

kyle gets his by hanging out with tom houston and despite the fact that the shop room is the quietest during lunch, nobody ever comes to hangout or talk to mr. houston about a project or grading when he's in the room other than hannah who could also slightly feed into kyle's redemption

jason gets his with an internship at ccrp and getting parented by most of the team (bill is an actual dad, ted is highkey an obnoxious uncle, paul is known to babysit, charlotte is pretty caring, and sylvia seems pretty cool). this one is the one where it's cracky but slightly serious in the way where he slowly starts dropping football but still manages to bro up. there could be a bit of foreshadowing with a bromance break up and get back together because of how jason enjoys his internship more. bonus points if he somehow becomes bros with any of the other nerds in the meantime because of the internship.

stacy gets her through working with beanie's for a short stint of cash and getting a better-ish role model from emma (my god do i love a jaded adult with a better heart than they think getting thrown at a immature, naive, popular kid who believes in something extremely toxic. it is such a rare trope but i love it). despite beanie's popularity, stacy has somehow gotten the hours where the popular kids are held up by things and most of the nerds have hurried out of school.

i want either stacy's or kyle's to be the most wacky of the other jocks not noticing their morals getting better just because kyle's takes place in a room that i assume would be close to the field and mr. houston is dope to hang out with while stacy's change would be the funniest to ignore since it would be the biggest by getting rid of her superficiality, allowing her to have depth, and learning to study more

if we were going to include max in this, i'd hand him off to the nerds, but i think it's crackier that he's still an antag and we turn the langs' play on cheesy 80s movies' cliches where the nerds continue to get beaten down until one takes rule of the school by beating the other jock into submission and the other gets the girl into a play on cringy 2000s movies' cliches where the jocks and nerds have to team up against a common enemy, an even worse and meaner jock, and realize that they're more alike than they think. (grace being crazier than max would be a hard thing to slot into the plot in this case... could be either she doesn't go crazy and get corrupted by the black book or a double play on things, that even if the nerds became cool like the 2000s movies would make them to be in the ending, the hierarchy would still be just as bad)

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

I think what makes so many people insist so violently that Mileven is such a great love story is the concept of show versus tell. Mileven is all tell, Byler is all show.

We are constantly told that Mileven love each other. But when we actually see the show, we quickly notice that tell and show do not align. There are actually many shows/films that mainly "tell" and do not pay any mind to actually "show". There are certainly people who think ST is that kind of visual media as well.

However, it is clear that ST is more of a "show over tell" narrative. For example we are also never told that Will loves Mike - we are shown that he loves Mike. The same happens for Mike - we are shown that he likes Will but he tells other people and the audience that he loves El. So there is a discrepancy that does not fit the viewpoint of people who think this is a "tell over show narrative".

I have also seen somebody say that Mileven and Jancy are much greater love stories than Jopper. (Because they had romantic scenes since Season 1 and Jopper only got the romantic times in Season 4 and Joyce was with Bob). And this really made me realise that there are so many people who think this show puts "tell" over "show". You could definitely already see romantic tension between Jopper in Season 1. And they are two adults who have had their hearts broken but despite everything manage to trust and open up to each other in Season 1. Also if Bob had survived there would have been no guarantee that he and Joyce will not break up because she is in love with Hopper. Meanwhile Mileven and Jancy are teenagers who still lack a lot of life experience and are still in the phase of discovering their own identity and place in the world. But people think because everyone said they were in love for four seasons now they cannot possibly ever break up.

I think a lot of people are conditioned to see unhealthy relationship traits as romantic, at least in media, if not also in real life. How many romcoms out there are horribly problematic if you actually think about it? It doesn't matter to a lot of people, though, because doing problematic things for love (*cough*infatuation*cough*) is seen as a good thing.

The Duffers like to take these Tropes and then pull the rug out from viewers with them. I mean, it was pretty obvious that we were originally meant to think Hopper would be yet another useless cop in an 80s kids movie type of situation. However, he turned out to be extremely resourceful and unrelenting in his search.

They used the romantic tropes right off the bat, but not in the way people may have expected. Joyce and Hopper, like you mentioned, were not even really romantically paired in season 1 despite the common trope of the male and female leads having romantic tension. They didn't really seem to lean into that until season 2, and even then it was on the subtle side, slowly growing into season 3.

However, they did follow other romantic tropes, like the girl dating the jerk jock while having an outsider admirer. They twisted that one by having her stay with Steve, waiting to break them up in a more realistic way when their relationship crumbled by the time they were early into season 2. There never really was any of the cliche romantic rivalry between Steve and Jonathan, either. Their fight in season 1 settled everything between them, and it wasn't a fight over Nancy.

Then Mike and El. Oof. They ticked off a lot of boxes for them. They spoon fed it to audience members to be taken in by it. They met by chance, they went through a traumatic experience together, they were very young with little to no concept of romantic relationships. There was Mike being explicitly told by Lucas and Nancy that he must like El. There was the innocent kiss. There was the painful separation. Everything about it was designed for fans to think it was a cute "meant to be" situation. Unless they really thought about it, of course. When Mike and El were actually together, it was a train wreck because of course they were. They had nothing in common and only got together because they both felt it was what was supposed to happen, just like the audience did.

Meanwhile, Mike and Will have been slowly building in the background in a much more organic way. We don't need to be told anything because we can see it. The only ones who need to be told are the ones who are so used to tropes that they never question them.

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 7.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used.

A little fluff, a little smut 🤍 all aboard the Freddie train 🌹

A constant, thumping noise woke you from your heavy sleep, firstly permeating your dreams before you roused, eventually realising it was someone knocking on the door.

Ginny, beside you, groaned as she pulled herself out of the bundle of blankets on the floor and stood up to answer the annoying knock.

Hermione seemed to also groan as she woke up abruptly, sitting straight up in bed on alert as she waited for whoever was knocking to reveal themselves.

"What?" You heard Ginny say abruptly as she flung open the door, making you turn your head towards the noise.

"Bloody hell, had a fight with a thunderbird in your sleep?" the voice laughs, noticing her disheveled appearance.

"What do you want?" She mutters, annoyed.

"Mum says breakfast's ready sleepyheads," you heard George say, at least you were 80% sure it was George; your eyes were still bleary and you're consciousness hadn't fully set in yet.

"Okay," Ginny says, closing the door in George's face.

You rub your eyes and try to come round but it was a struggle. You had gone to bed late after staying up to watch another movie and gossiping well into the night. You'd painted each others nails, talked about boys and pretty much every teenage sleepover cliche you could think of, laughing and giggling until the early hours.

You considered getting changed briefly but when Ginny and Hermione made no attempt to dress, you decided to stay in your pyjamas for breakfast. Ginny threw her robe over herself and you cursed yourself for not bringing yours.

"You go on, I've just got to grab something from Fred and George's room," you told the girls as they made their way downstairs, "tell your mum I'll just be a second."

The door was open and the room was vacant so you stepped into the room and walked straight over to your case, reaching for the jumper you'd left there the previous day, throwing it over you with little thought before making your way to the table.

The twins were sat together for once and the only vacant seat was between Fred and Ginny so you sat down in between them, greeting everyone as you took your place. Ron was already heaping food into his mouth as both Hermione and Molly warned him to chew as everyone else tucked in with more civility than Ron, except maybe for the twins.

You could feel both of their eyes on you as they ate but you ignored them for now, much too tired to be playing games this early in a morning.

"Here you go dear," Molly says, placing down a steaming cup of tea in front of you as she whizzed around. You turned with a wide smile, thankful she'd been so thoughtful and she smiled back, "just like me, can't start the day without a cup of tea."

"And rightly so," Arthur says with a nod as he raises his own mug of tea, making you chuckle. "So what does everyone have planned for today?"

Ron immediately begins talking with his mouthful, explaining that they had all decided to hold a mini quidditch match on the back field and everyone would be joining in.

"Bagsy referee," you said quickly, Not wanting to actually play. It worked out well as there were seven of you and it would have been uneven if not. Ron looks over at you and smiles, nodding, as if he'd already predicted it.

You could still feel Fred's eyes on you so you bit the bullet and turned to look at him, seeing that he was looking at your braids, his eyes washing over your face each time he could sneak a glance.

You frowned, wordlessly asking him why he was looking but he merely smirked and gave you a subtle wink, focusing his attention back to his food.

After breakfast, you walked up to Ginny's room to help her clear up before grabbing your makeup bag and hairbrush and walking to the twins' room. They weren't back yet and so you sat down at the desk and began putting a little bit of makeup on, namely just a little dab of concealer under your slightly puffy, tired eyes and some mascara, finishing with a slick of lip balm.

"Morning," George drawls, walking into the room and noticing you sat at his desk. You turn and smile at him, greeting him with a good morning as you reach out your arms for him, making little grabby hands. He chuckles, walking over to you and immediately lifts you into his arms so that you're stood facing him. You immediately rest your head on his chest, feeling comforted in your sleepy state, knowing that George cuddles would make everything better.

"Still tired baby?" He asks quietly, reaching up to pull a little strand of hair that you'd pulled from your braid out of your face. You nodded into his chest, the soft material of his jumper rubbing against you, feeling his chest rumble with a light chuckle. You felt yourself go a little mushy at him calling you baby, having never heard him call you that before and you couldn't help but smile into his chest.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" You heard Fred say as he walks noisily into the room, shutting the door with a bang. You lift your head from George's chest, still entwined with his body and turn to see Fred smirking at you. "I nip for a piss and he gets all the affection?"

"Ssssh," you say weakly, too tired for his sarcasm as you reach your hand out for him.

"Our girl's still tired," George explains, passing you over to his slightly older brother. You can't help but feel that same warmth at being called our girl, apparently George was attempting to turn you to mush this morning. Fred immediately opens his arms for you as you limply slide from one body to another, instantly burrowing into his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you.

"Wanna take a nap before quidditch?" Fred asks, but you shake your head, knowing you just needed to wake up more.

"Ron'll be pounding at the door soon anyway," you explain, knowing the youngest male Weasley had little to no patience.

As you predicted, it took Ron no less than twenty minutes before he was yelling and banging about trying to get everyone over to the field as quickly as possible. A few years back when Fred and George had wanted to join the quidditch team, the family had made a little homemade quidditch pitch on the field behind the house, made from scrap metal for the goals and a selection of used balls Arthur had managed to find cheap. There was no golden snitch but rather a muggle golf ball Arthur had lying about in the shed which he had enchanted to act like the real thing, he'd even charmed it to turn a golden colour.

Seeing Fred and George in their quidditch robes always made you want to squeeze your legs together, the vivid colours and the silky flowing robes mixed with the rigid leather safety armour did something to you that you couldn't explain. You helped Fred put on his forearm protectors, doing up the little buckles before helping George with his. The attraction died a little at seeing them place their goggles around their necks but still, they made it look better than a his e you'd ever seen.

They grabbed their bats from the little closet and they were ready for the game.

"So do we get a prize if we win?" Fred smirks, pulling you by the hips to crash into his body, flirting and smirking dangerously at you.

"Hmmm, I'd say so," you flirt back, reaching up to place your arms around his neck. His gaze flicks down to your lips and he wastes no time in devouring you, fixing you with a passionate kiss that makes your knees tremble.

"Do we get to chose our reward?" George says, moving in behind you as you pull back from Fred's lips, George's now placing little kisses to your neck, behind your ear.

"You're on opposing teams right?"

"Yeah princess," Fred nods, his brow knitting together as he questions you. "Can't have two world class beaters on the same team now can we?"

"I'll make you a deal," you say, smirking. "Whichever team wins, that brother gets to do anything to me or have anything done to them," you flirt seductively.

"Merlin," you hear George say behind you, pushing his hips into your ass at the sudden arousal that washes over him. Fred growls under his breath and does a little involuntary shiver at your words.

"Brother, you're going down," George says with a sudden determination, flicking his gaze to Fred.

"More like she'll be going down, on me, when I win," Fred bites back sarcastically as equally competitive as his brother.

"Come on!" Fred says, marching out of the room with a renewed vigour that you have to laugh at.

———

It was neck and neck for the majority of the game. You'd been keeping score for the past hour and twenty minutes and it had been a close call a few times as Harry and Ginny had come close to catching the 'snitch' but had not yet managed to catch it.

Due to limited players they had all agreed to sharing some roles and limiting the number of bludgers on the field.

Fred and George were opposing team captains due to their age, or seniority as they had put it, and had picked their teams wisely. Fred had gone first, naturally stating that he was the older twin and had picked Harry, with George choosing Ginny immediately after. Fred then chose Ron and George picked Hermione, though he was left with no choice.

Ron and Hermione were acting as keepers, with Fred and George as beaters and Ginny and Harry were chasers and seekers. The primary goal was to score the highest points within the given time frame of two hours, hence why Harry and Ginny were split between roles. If the snitch could be caught by then it would be an extra bonus and a game winner but unlike regular games, it wouldn't be the primary focus.

"10 points to Team F!" You shout as Harry sneaks a goal Ron. "Well done Harry! Come on Ronald! That big silver hoop behind you is supposed to be guarded!" You shouted out heckling Ron who shot you a glare and held up two fingers as everyone laughed.

You'd been shouting praise and also heckling the entire game, keeping neutral to both teams and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. All the Weasley's seemed to have a pure talent for quidditch, most especially George you'd noticed, and you had to admit that the twins had a knack for making it as hot as possible.

"WOO well done Hermione!" You shouted as she blocked one of Ginny's shots.

Arthur had come out and dropped off some post game refreshments courtesy of Molly and had sat with you cheering everyone on for a little while.

"Dad... Dad!" Fred shouted with a beaming smile, getting Arthur's attention. "Want to join? I'll sub out for you!" He laughed as he whizzed by. Arthur chuckled and shook his head vigorously, waving off his son as he flew past. George then began shouting over asking for Arthur to join and they did eventually manage to get Arthur to clumsily mount Fred's broom and hover around just far enough off the ground that it could count as flying, though he was mightily unsteady. “It's a young ones game, flying," he laughs, handing Fred the broom back as he claps him on the back and sets off back to the house.

There were only 5 minutes left of the game and Fred's team was winning by 10 points, a fact he was proudly boasting about as he cockily whizzed around the opposing team.

You watched intently as Ginny zipped around doing flamboyant acrobatics on the broom, trying to throw off Hermione, who's eyes were trained in on the youngest Weasley. Ginny suddenly whizzed through Fred and Harry's defences as George and Harry collided mid-air and managed to get one last goal in as Hermione was momentarily distracted.

You cheered and looked at the little chicken shaped egg timer that Molly had leant you and saw that there were just two minutes remaining until the two hour cut off was up. Both teams were now tied, locked in a draw between.

The tension between the teams increased tenfold as you shouted out signalling the last two minutes as the friendly game suddenly turned painfully competitive as each team fought to be the winners, desperate to gain one last goal.

Suddenly, Harry whizzed away on his broom as he approached the goal, narrowly avoiding a bludger that George had slung his way. You frowned, watching Harry suddenly take off in the complete opposite direction, abandoning the quaffel altogether. Ginny immediately took notice of Harry's disappearance and began following him, though her broom was not as quick as Harry's. Harry suddenly lurched, coming to a full stop midair and dropped down atleast 20 feet, pulling back and then lunging forward. He lost his balance and toppled off his broom, falling the last bit of distance onto the ground, which was thankfully not too far away. He managed to fall somewhat gracefully as everyone looked on in shock.

The F team erupted in cheers as Harry suddenly turned and waved the golden snitch in the air, jumping in victory as the other team looked on with sour faces.

"150 points to the F team!" You cheered, announcing their overwhelming victory, just in time for the timer to ring out, signalling the end of the game.

"Fred's team are the winners!"

——-

"So princess, when do I get my prize?" Fred asks cheekily as he peels off his leather arm and shin guards once you and the twins had returned to their room.

"Once you've showered," you joke, hopping onto the bed as you watch both twins change out of their quidditch uniform.

"I don't blame her, you smell like a bin mate," George jokes, tossing his quidditch jumper into the little washing hamper in the corner of their room, shoving a plain, dark grey T-shirt on in its place.

"You're one to talk," Fred mutters, seemingly unable to come up with a better retort, causing George to snort out a laugh before throwing himself onto the bed beside you.

"You know he's right," you say, trying to distance yourself from George, "you both smell like an oozing bundimun."

"How dare you angel," George gasps as he reaches out to pull you closer. You immediately squirm away as you hold back a squeal.

"Shower then cuddles! No chance of me cuddling you both until you've had a good scrub," you laugh though you're being entirely serious.

Fred slinks away to shower, grumbling under his breath as he walks out, leaving just you and George in the room, both of you lounging perpendicularly on the bed.

"So what's our plan tonight?" You ask, reaching over to him to play with his hair, making his eyes flutter closed as he smiles, enjoying the sensation.

"We? Nothing angel, you're all Fred's tonight," George says with a smirk. You immediately stop your ministrations at the new information, not realising tonight would be Fred's night with you.

"What will you do?" You ask, realising only after you'd spoken how worried you sounded at the prospect of George being kicked out of his own room, unless Fred was taking you somewhere.

George simply smiles and winks at you, "that's not your concern tonight angel."

Fred comes back in a little while later, with only a towel wrapped around his hips and messy, drying hair which looks unbelievably good on him. George immediately heads towards the bathroom himself to shower and you're left alone with a cheeky, smirking Fred.

"See something you like princess?" He smirks, pretending to pose for you in his towel. You bite your bottom lip to stop your smile spreading but you nod anyway, looking seductively up at him. He immediately notices the look in your eye and his own eyes seem to darken in both realisation and arousal.

He moves closer to where you are lay on the bed and leans down to kiss you, his hand instantly cupping the curvature of your jaw.

"Do I get my prize now?" He asks, pulling away just slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You nod, unable to take your gaze away from him, watching how his smile breaks out over his face.

"Anything you want Freddie," you say breathily, a nervous excitement building in you at the thought.

"Get naked, right now," he says, giving you one last kiss before pulling you off the bed and taking your place. Arousal shoots over you at the thought of stripping for him and you briefly thanked yourself mentally for wearing cute underwear.

You take off your thin jumper, dropping it to the floor before shimming out of your jeans, wiggling your hips just a little more than usual. You peel the T-shirt off over your head in a way that briefly pushes your breasts together as you throw it down onto the little pile.

You hear Fred take a deep breath as you stand before him in just your underwear, a pale blue set with floral embroidery on, mostly see through in all the right places.

"You've been wearing that all day under your clothes?" He asks and you nod, biting your lip at his suddenly dominant tone. "Leave them on."

He reaches for you and pulls you by the hand to stand in front of him and immediately begins peppering kissed along the waistband of your panties; the wave of arousal at his actions has you uncomfortably wet already.

"On your knees princess," he says into the skin of your tummy, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He immediately opens up the towel he's wearing, leaving him completely nude before you. Your mouth waters at seeing his perfect cock already hard and leaking, virtually begging to be sucked. You look up into his eyes, finally managing to pull your gaze away from his body to see him staring at you in anticipation, watching your every move.

You begin to kiss his inner thighs, teasing him, making his hips surge up at the contact as you get closer and closer to where he needs your mouth. Each time to get closer, his cock twitches in anticipation and you have to hold back a little smug smile at seeing the affect you have on him.

You surprise him but licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, from the very bottom right to the leaking tip. He gasps and curses at the contact, staring down at you as you focus on teasing him. His cock twitches again and this time you take pity on him and place his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head as he curses and drops his head back onto the pillows. You begin to take more and more of his beautiful cock into your mouth, deeper each time as your tongue works over him, giving him the best possible sensation you can.

His gaze flicks between watching you take his cock and squeezing his eyes shut tightly at the pleasure. You kiss down the seam of his balls and begin to take them into your mouth, toying with each one and giving them a little suck, earning you an even louder moan from him.

Suddenly, he pulls you away and stares at you for a moment, breathless and aroused.

He suddenly stands and towers over you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you feel his fingers begin to toy with the thin straps of your thing. He roughly pulls it from your body until the tiny panties fall at your ankles, leaving your bare pussy exploded to him.

He kissed your inner thighs as you stand in front of the bed whilst he props himself on the edge of the bed, teasing you as you had him. His kisses move inwards and you can't help but rock your hips, trying to make his tongue make contact with your clit. He smirks, chuckling slightly before leaning in and licking along your pussy lips, getting a taste of you.

His tongue immediately drags down to your centre and he gathers up some of your pooling wetness, moaning as it hits his tongue before dragging his tongue through your folds and up to your clit. He teasingly circles your clit a few times in feather like motions before sucking on it, his mouth wrapping around your little bud and sucking in short sharp bursts, making you gasp and force your hands into his still damp hair.

He moans as your hips rock against his face until he suddenly pulls away and scoots up the bed so he's now lying back down. "Want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face sweetheart," he says, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

He manhandles you into position, facing away from him so you're face to face with his raging erection and his mouth is in perfect reach of your pink pussy. His tongue finds your clit and you have to force yourself to hold back a loud shout at the sensation, finding that the new angle was absolutely perfect. You felt his tongue prodding at your wet little hole and you couldn't help but spill out a moan that earned you a swift spank your bum cheek.

Not able to wait any longer you immediately put your mouth back on his cock, sucking with everything you had as you wrapped your lips around him, hollowed out your cheeks and attempted to suck him right down. He moaned and growled into your folds at the feel of your mouth on his cock, fuelling him to lick faster and harder as he focused his attention on your swollen, pink nub that was desperate for him.

You felt yourself building to an almighty climax and couldn't help but roll your hips on his face, desperately chasing your orgasm. He moaned wildly as you began to ride his face, his big hands resting on your bum as he pulled you open, desperate to get as far into your pussy as he could.

You cried out, unable to stop yourself as your orgasm crested, the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth and his perfect mouth on your pussy was too much and you came all over his face. As soon as your orgasm began to drift away, his hips started jerking and you knew he was about to cum himself. He poked his tongue into your dripping hole as you moaned around his cock and he suddenly came down your throat, growling and groaning into your folds as his cock twisted violently in your mouth. You never stopped sucking him until you were certain he had rode out his orgasm, only stopping once he pulled away from you as his limbs fell limp on the bed. You crawled off of him, placing a gentle kiss to his tip before turning to look at him, seeing his eyes closed and a wide, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Merlin princess, think you just sucked my soul out," he says, still smiling and blindly reaching for you.

"Gingers don't have souls," you joked back, using the old time joke you'd heard time and time again.

He barked out a laugh before flicking open one eye, "I was trying to be sweet there," he chuckled and you join him, flopping down onto his chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you into a lazy but sensual kiss and you suddenly taste yourself, only fuelling the sensuality of it all. When he pulls away, his long fingers drift down to your bra which is still on.

"I really like this," he says as his fingers pluck at the little embroidered flowers over the blue material. "And the braids, actually. All of you really."

You look up at him and he has one of the most sincere looks in his eye that it momentarily shocks you, seeing so much adoration in them that you can only smile and burrow into his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you burrow and just holds you for a few moments.

"We really need to change these sheets," you say as you pull away to get dressed after one last kiss, "George will be mortified if he has to sleep on these."

You turn as your hear Fred let out a dark chuckle,

"Georgie isn't sleeping here tonight."

[tragedycoded]

writeblr interview tag!

Thank you to loves @the-golden-comet and @sableglass for tagging me here and here. I need you know I made a serious effort not to be a sarcastic asshole as I answered these questions... four days ago. And then forgot to post them.

Let's ggo!

Short stories, novels, or poems? I published short stories in a previous life, but I suck at following prompts or instructions and have accepted my fate as a novelist.

What genre do you prefer reading? Horror. I'm in my post-cosmic horror era right now. Existential. Yeah. Although I don't write folk horror myself (I'm thinking Laird Barron, T. Kingfisher, Stephen Graham Jones) I do enjoy folk horror v much. Bonus points if the protagonists are middle-aged and it's not about how apartments/houses or children are scary. (No hate to domestic horror, I'm just not the target audience.)

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person? The first draft is me explaining the Situation to myself. If it happens to make even a tiny bit of sense, we're all lucky. Like, that almost never fucking happens. I didn't show Doom Metal Love Story to anyone until the third/fourth draft because any sense it makes came from me rambling at my roommate in the kitchen while high off my ass at ten in the morning last autumn.

I'm a rambler, baby~

What music do you listen to while writing? That depends! Most of the time it's the soundtrack of whatever video game I wish I were playing instead of working LOL. I've always been like this, it's not cute. Sometimes I rotate in a specific heavy metal album I've heard a million times if the vibes aren't right. If I'm really having a good day, it's '80s music.

Favorite books/movies? Yeah man I have some of those!

Favorite book is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Yes I realize this is a corny and uninspired answer. This book whipped ass when it was published and it whipped ass when I reread it in 2014 and I'm willing to bet money it would whip ass if I reread it in [current year].

Favorite movie is Aliens. The second one. It's the perfect movie. I refuse to acknowledge any film in the series other than Alien and Aliens. Corporal Hicks and Newt are still alive, you sons of bitches.

Any current WIPs? Yes.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be? A hooded sweatshirt, jeans, no shoes unless I'm out in public. Then it's flip flops. Fingerless gloves if it's chilly and muh arthritis is acting up.

Create a character description of yourself: The smell of pot smoke and the clicking of keystrokes barely penetrates the unopened window. Occasionally, they step out onto the back deck to smoke a cigarette and simultaneously praise and complain about the sun. They might be in their forties. They might own a cat. No one can agree on their height or their gender or whether they actually exist. Can only be contacted through instant message or email. Might be a ghost.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing? Hell, no LMAO. When I realize I've done it accidentally, I feel like I just got read by a therapist.

Are you kill happy with your characters? I may have killed all three main characters in DMLS multiple times, killed Khalid (from A Living Machine) when he was 12, in front of everybody, and I may intend to kill every character who appears in The Cave Dive, but...

... yeah OK there's something wrong with me.

Coffee or Tea while writing? Coffee all day every day.

Slow or fast writer? I type like someone is threatening to tickle my feet if I stop.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from? Uhhhhhhhh...

"OK yeah like that initial idea would be cool and all but make it worse."

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche: This author comes from the land of "all cliches suck and should be avoided like the plague."

Least favorite cliche: Like the plague.

Favorite scene to write? Fight scenes. If I can't write a fight scene, let me write a fuck scene.

... why do I not write hockey romances, again?

Reason for writing? I've tried all other legitimate forms of occupation. This is the only one that rewards me for my ability to make shit up and type 40 wpm in first draft mode.

Tag! Usual apologizes for double-tagging go here, Jamie is silly.

@lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch @finickyfelix @saturnine-saturneight

@ashfordlabs @autism-purgatory @noblebs @aintgonnatakethis

@the-golden-comet @asablehart @mauvecatfic @leahnardo-da-veggie

@sableglass @gioiaalbanoart @words-after-midnight

@lavender-bloom @jev-urisk @wyked-ao3

[cipheramnesia]

The Millennium Bug (2013) is, for me, a brand new entry on my short list of "please stop telling people to watch Cabin In The Woods" movies. I have a long standing grudge over the degree to which CITW is lionized as a great tribute to horror, despite largely showing little to no understanding of the genre in general, nor much in the way of respect to its audience.

So you can imagine how amused I was when Millennium Bug kicked off by immediately front-loading multiple unique horror subgenres into the opening act. While CITW attempts to throw every single subgenre into the blender of the slasher/cabin tropes, giving itself the usual Whedon smug pat on its own back, Millenium Bug wears its clear subgenre stereotypes on its sleeves. Which is both for better and for worse.

As a gruesome slasher / monster mash-up flick, it suffers from many of the major flaws you might expect - particularly because it draws on the redneck murder clan for one of its subgenre story elements. It is a movie where the subtext goes unexamined, and you'll know immediately whether or not you need to tap out within the first ten to twenty minutes. But if you're willing to leave the social elements less examined, what remains is a movie that's having an absolutely incredible and delightfully practical effect fueled time playing around in all the silliness to be mined from its three core concepts.

To return to the comparison, CITW relies heavily on metatextual genre awareness of the audience and the characters. However, in attempting to be ironically detached from the genre cliches, it betrays its own lack of understanding of the material. It's a movie that's 80% less clever than it constantly tries to remind the audience that it thinks it is. In contrast, Millenium Bug has what feels like virtually zero metatextual genre awareness to the characters, and no ironic detachment whatsoever. It does expect an audience to know what's up with the redneck murder clan, monster movie, slasher, and holiday themed subgenres - not to mention doing a nice job at hearkening back to older models of horror as you might get pre-millenial. You will find lots of gore, giant rubber and latex monsters, people acting in the most absurd ways and all of it delightfully cradling you in the comfort of a film that doesn't talk down to you, or expect you, as the audience, to be above it all.

It's hard to call it great or even good, I can't do any of that in good conscience. This is not one of those movies where I want everyone to see it, which I think will be fun and exciting for the casual horror movie viewer, or anyone who is looking to get into horror but doesn't want to get hit with a bunch of triggers and the like. I love recommending all those types of films, but this ain't it. The Millennium Bug is for the deep in the much horror movie fan, it's The Ritual by way of Frank Henenlotter - and if you got that reference you probably wanna see it regardless. It's garbage, but it's our garbage.

[sleepynegress]

Can you explain more what you mean about Ridley Scott having old man gaze? I'm really curious lol

Back in the day... Ridley's day too, -Most mainstream big movies had that dynamic. Some leading white guy who was older than his love interest. This was that white male director's gaze. So it was standard. We didn't see it as fanfiction back then... But once it clicks into place.... The guy was a good 10 - 20 years older than his female love interest. Ridley Scott is 86 years old. 86. He is still directing the same kinds of movies with the same gaze as he did in the 80's. It's not about historical accuracy. It's about defending that gaze and that "tradition".

It's in the same realm of debate as "when will real cinema come back", a subject that is always brought up by or centered around old white male auteurs.

They act like it's about being tired of one subject dominating genre (IP and especially comic book films) but really, it's more about the increased inclusion, in both the players and the gaze steering the proceedings and audiences enjoying it. So, when Ridley is cussing about his disregard of accuracy, he's really being defensive of his gaze being so much less taken at face value, without basic interrogatives about it, these days. He's an old man yelling at a cloud. And having what used to be baseline normalcy in American film; instead inspiring knowing chuckles and eye-rolls, because of course, you cast the boring old standard of a too-old J. Phoenix and too-young V. Kirby, even when the reality (Jo was actually six years older than Napoleon) would have made that dynamic in your movie much more interesting... But upholding old cliches as "real cinema' regardless of the actual quality/watchability of the film matters more to him.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

People Are Strange (ROTTMNT VAMPIRE AU)

OMG, IM GONNA THROW UP SO MICH INFO ON YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY BUT VAMPIRES ARE ON THE BRAIN AND THEY MAKE ME DO THINGS

A TAD bit inspired off of Lost Boys, so it's got that 80s cliche/grunge to it - also @m0nster-fluffer TOTALLY didn't encourage or inspire me to finally write all this stuff out... Totally not 👀

This is inspired by a Roleplay idea I came up with... But was never able to act out so I'm glad I was able to write some if the stuff down!

BASICALLY... It's just like the brothers and MAYBE April (but I think she'll just be a normal human they let tag along, and maybe she does some of their... Hunting for them) are vampires, usually come out late at parties or do their own thing, riding around on motorcycles, being nuisance to many, and threats to others.

I feel if it were a scenario, it'd probably go one (or your whole group, depends on if you want your character to already know the guys or not) of the Roleplayers moves into this small secluded town where all this happens, and somehow gets wrapped up in meeting the four weirdos + April, and then starts discovering the creepy and spooky blah blah ect.

The Hamato Brothers are something no one wants to be around with, cause eventually, you go missing. You get lost. Never to be found, it's kind of difficult when their very... Persuasive.

Basic twist/plot for this whole thing: Everyone in this town but you know the guys are vampires. You and your family have no clue until you find out why the people of this town don't want you to leave, try to keep you trapped in this so called, happy, campy, little peace of heaven off somewhere deep in the woods. You're new meat- new faces. New prey.

The guys had started getting more relentless and more brash toward the townsfolk until you showed up... They can't just give you up that easy.

(And my rant about what I think the guys would be like HEE)

Raphael Raph is one of the more docile of his brothers, he isn't as peer pressuring or over energetic as his other three, usually he's like that big brother 'come on, leave em alone' energy if he can see someone getting stressed over his brothers trying to get them to jump like- twenty feet from the beach pillars. But, as much as he seems like a chill dude, his vampirism is... Different. When he's mad, he isn't afraid to let you know. He can get aggressive and almost animalistic, a LOT of 'accidents' involving people can be from Raphs... Temper-tantrums.

Any vampire powers? Yes! The guy is a total brute, and it's not just for show. He could lift two trucks with both hands with absolute ease if he wanted to.

Leonardo Oh yikes, one of the brothers that a LOT of people tend to be persuaded by. Leo has the tendency to make some of the riskier decisions and ideas of the group, just to see how freaked out they can get new comers, what makes em run away screaming. It makes it more enjoyable for him. He loves- and I mean LOVES a chase once in a while, even if it spreads out into an entire week, he doesn't stop, as long as your in his town, his territory, you can't escape him or his brothers.

Leo's vampirism is one of the MANY faults and reasons the brothers have almost been caught. The guy pushes and tests limits like the little ass he is and waits to see what happens. Raphs killed people, sure, but Leo's killed people, critters, and he tends to leave them on people's doorsteps just to freak them out- especially if they've pissed him off. Or he's... Taken a liking to you.

His actions have gotten him locked up in the Church by the people a few times. And even though he continues to do it, he HATES getting chained up cause he's stuck their for a damn week, and all his brothers do is ridicule, taunt, or scold him. Any vampire powers? Yes! Leo's got some kind of... Trance inducing powers - it isn't like it is in shows or movies. It's a lot more... Subtle than that. It's he can make his point or voice sound more alluding, more conniving, and it almost feels like you can't refuse the guy.

Donatello. The lesser known of the vampire brothers, Donnie is extremely quiet and keeps to himself. And not in a shy way, this guy's seemingly resting bitch-face/death glare looks like he's looking directly through you and into your deepest darkest fears. He probably is.

But once you get to know him - as rare as it is unless he decides you're worth his time, he's still pretty blunt and cold, and he's almost cruel in some way. You can see some dark joy behind his eyes watching you get scared or squirm under his cold arm over your shoulder.

He doesn't seem like it, but he's got that persuasion and slight bloodlust that his twin Leo has. He just more collected about it. He tends to be the one who doesn't cause much of the missing accidents, (he's much more intelligent to clean and hide a crime scene, please, the man isn't a reckless idiot like his brothers.) But the one or two he's done are because someone pissed him off. The someone is his twin. Those two get in nasty- and I don't put it lightly when I say NASTY fights. Ranging from verbal to physical, it's rare that they actually get along so much so that they barely even talk to each other cause it ends in yelling or biting and scratching.

Any vampire powers? Yes! Same as his twin, maybe he dpes it more with that smolder or look he has rather than his voice, but it still gets the job done.

Michelangelo

And finally, the youngest of the Hamatos, Mikey. Of course, don't let that fool you. This vampire tends to be the most welcoming of newcomers out if all his brothers, while he's eerily sweet and calm, it does the trick to put people's minds at ease and get them to join their little rag-tag group.

He's usually the one you'd go to if you feel on edge about everything, him and Raph being more docile to newcomers before they decide to pounce.

While he gives on the laid-back persona... Don't get him mad or threaten his brothers. It'd like a whole new creature from the deepest darkest part of your soul is unleashed if you get on this vampires nerves.

And he's fast. They all are. Don't get me wrong, but the stealth this guy has sneaking and sprinting through woods. You're not gonna escape.

Any vampire powers? Yes! Super speed and levitation! The levitation is usually on his part - meaning he's the one floating around a few feet of ground and picking things up of the floor a few feet away from him. But he can pick people up if he decides he's too tired or annoyed to chase.

[doomed-to-be-obsessed]

Give me your best pitch on why I should ship coppernauts.

I think Benny would be one of the most accepting people to the cops when they switched sides. Emmet of course too, but when scribble cop allowed Benny to build a spaceship I feel like that moment between them was likely more impactful on Benny then any other interaction with the others, which i feel like would strive him to befriend the cops. And Benny is a huge positive force which bad cop would (at first) not like, but gradually get use to and be fond of. The cops can also keep Benny grounded when he gets too excited, which Benny will probably need in some scenarios. With Benny’s help, the cops can feel more at ease in his new found place after Takos Tuesday, and Benny could use a friend that can keep him down to earth as well as let him be excited and build. The ship can also be a parallel (kind of) to Lucy and Emmet. Emmet fell in love at first sight while Lucy took a while to warm up to him, which can be similar to coppernauts (the best part about it is most likely they wouldn’t realize they’re in love). It kind of patches the bridge (metaphorically) between the master builders and those who worked with business, just like how emmet and Lucy’s relationship (can’t remember the ship name) bridged the gap between regular people and the master builders. It wouldn’t just be good for fun, but it can have a lot of benefits to stories lines that could’ve happened after the first movie if the second movie didn’t happen. The relationship could prevent the cops from going back to their ways (which they would never do, but still) or hiding from the others (which would be more likely to happen), and it could prevent Benny from being swept under the rug as just the 80s something spaceman who is obsessed with space ships. Not only that but, the tropes for the relationship also makes sense in the grand scheme of the Lego movie’s tropes. (ie, guy falling for a cool girl who has a douche boyfriend, who leaves her boyfriend and goes with the guy that makes her feel like she can be herself with him, the ‘veteran’ who is old and grizzled and doesn’t believe in the hero’s cause, but actually does and comes back to save him, the wise old mentor who is strange compared to what is the standard of the world, etc.) An excitable sunshine blue character who comes from the hero side, and a grumpy moon red character who is a former antagonist fits right into the “cliche but is really not a cliche because of (insert genius writing that subverts the audiences expectations)” pattern of tropes that the Lego movies commonly use.

Coppernauts (whether platonic or not) is a very good relationship that helps build on character growth, recognizement, and story development. :)

[box-of-roses]

hiya, can i get a mistery cake please? i would love a romantic matchup with any haikyu character :]

my pronouns are she/her, i'm 5'3 and i have brown hair cut into a buzz cut. my eyes are brown too and i wear glasses. i'm really really passionate about archery, i try to practice every day and i've been doing it since i was a kid. (my bow is dark red!!! :P). i'm also into gardening and reading, i love the outdoors and exploring nature. i'm really into fashion and put great care in the way i dress. if we're talking aesthetics, lately i've been into the 60s and late 80s. i'm just getting out of my punk phase.

i'm quite shy but i've been getting out of my shell, i'm hardworking and a bit clumsy. i tend to get anxious really quick.

i think my ideal date would be a pic nic or a bike ride, or maybe going to a coffee shop?

thank youu

A/N: Hi! My matchups are open for a short time! Thank you so much for sending one in! You sound so cool!

I Mach you up with!!!!!

Iwaizumi Hajime!!!!

You're one of the lucky souls who gets to have him

I think he would be really intrigued by archery and if you have the time would ask you to show him (cue the cliche scenes in movies where you stand entirely too close)

I think he would enjoy laying his head in your lap while you read while his arms are wrapped around you. The big old softy

LOVES Exploring nature with you and pointing out all the bugs and insects he knows

Definitely hypes up all of your outfits if you're ever unsure about them

Will go on bike rides with you

I don't think he's one for much of a picnic but will do it if it's something you like

Hiking dates

Coffee after his morning runs are a must so if you're awake the two of you go together before work

[heavensmortuary]

PLEASE let me know what you think of possession whenever you watch it.....it's one of my favorite movies and i wanna know...

JUST WATCHED IT... sorry for the long long wall of text I just have thoughts before I knock out so my apologies if this doesn't make any damn sense LMAO

it's something else man, just the sheer like. it's so visceral and uncomfortable. spine twister kinda movie. the camera just. super nauseously moving in and out of the characters faces and spinning around the room and. GOSH. the way scenes cut off abruptly. made me feel like uhhhh when you're in that miserable state that's like. when you're falling asleep and like. awake dreaming? except with nightmares. I know it's a cliche, I just don't know how else to describe the abruptness. it just doesn't feel like an 80s movie; not that it's modern or anything, it's just it's own thing. it's cold and alien in it's brutal way and after watching I was briefly considering waking up my sister to at least talk to someone warm hearted LMAO. this isnt negative, it's just that intense.

technical stuff aside. gosh. the monster is one of the scariest things I've seen honestly. it doesn't have this like uh. how do I describe. recognizable? as could be friendly but isnt (like the monster from The Hatching), or on the other end it could be like an animal without morals (like the xenomorph) like an animal and exempt from mortality. It isn't either of these things; it's evil and terrifying and uncanny. alien and yeah, demonic in a way a lotta shit doesn't feel (not bashing at all, but a movie like The Conjuring wouldn't have a demon that *feels* the same way the demon from Possession makes me feel). It demands everything of Anna.

and just the couple themselves. it would feel like an understatement to say they're broken; every conflict feels like what it's like to be in a manic, frantic state uncontrolled into a mental breakdown and its!!! distressing, spit-flying rage they have and yet they cannot be apart because "I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil"

She gives birth (?) in turn to a new Mark by sleeping with the creature to make it whole, the own trauma she creates and Mark (not uncanny Mark but scary Mark all the same) being driven to hurt her and to kill Heinrich, and being crazed in his love for Anna's decidedly idealized doppelganger. It's A Lot. The damage they both cause spins outward visualized by the deterioration of their own apartment, and then the bystander trauma caused to Bob, him knowing itll be UNBEARABLE to go through the cycle AGAIN...it broke my heart and the ending scene is just horrific.

the movie is disgusting and visceral and I could use a lot of cool words for bloody, gross, and nasty, but overall it's beautiful in it's terrifying way. makes me think of picking gravel out of my palms. really good movie, I gotta chew on it a bit

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Since we're discussing Despicable, I've always had a couple of notes for Despicable Me 3.

First, they shouldn't have done the old long lost twin cliche. That is very hard to make actually work instead of just being shock value. Should have just made him Gru's cousin instead.

Second, DM3 should have been Edith's arc. DM1 had Margo learning to trust Gru and DM2 had Agnes wanting a mother. Edith has always been the troublemaker of the girls, and her wanting to join the villain business would have been perfect for her to explore with Dru, a willing mentor while Gru is trying to stay on the straight path.

The whole long lost twin thing in DM3 is the reason why I don't go back and watch it as much as the other two, it takes up a MAJORITY of the plot to where I kept forgetting that Gru and that 80's villain has beef with one another until he popped up in random scenes.

That and honest to God, Dru's voice was getting ear-aching after listening to it for about 15 minutes that i had to mute or turn down the volume whenever he spoke.

But yeah, poor Edith doesn't have much to do in the films in comparison to her sisters, even though they don't have a lot to do as much anyway. It is a shame since they were the driving force in the first movie to begin with.

She's usually just the tomboy of the trio and seemed like she was interested in becoming a villain type career like her father. Remember that whole time in DM2 where she was wearing that ninja outfit, with nunchucks and a SWORD? and was LOVING the thrill of being in on the action? That never got brought up again like she was going through a "phase".

Sirs, she was at most eight years old. That's not really a phase when she's surrounded by so much cool shit in her house.

That could have played into DM3, where she might have joined someone who was a start out villain and worked with them as an assistant, like how Nefario works for Gru, to where it's revealed they are a major threat. Someone like, idk, the 80s guy? (I don't remember his name and don't feel like looking it up)

Then it would be personal cause what's a better way than to get back at your new sworn enemy by tricking one of his beloved daughters into working for him and possibly turning them against each other?

Or even with Dru filling that role as well. She was shown to be fond of him almost immediately, and he allowed her to play pranks on his butler and stuff. With how giddy he was on having his brother rejoin him, it would be even easier to have Edith join him since it wouldn't take much.

I'd see that for that plot real quick cause you know that man would do ANYTHING for those girls, even after seeing one of them join the villains side for a time after he made an effort to leave it for their sake and a better life.