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whateverisbeautiful · 7 years ago

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Richonne in Retrospect

#14: The Partnership (3x16)

What makes Rick and Michonne’s relationship so perfect is that it was built on a really solid friendship and natural partnership. And I feel like this episode really lays the groundwork for that partnership.

After their successful defense against the Governor, we have Rick having a moment with Carl and again we get Grimes 2.0 in the shot. Rick casually says “Michonne” and hands her a gun before talking to his son. It just felt like a family unit and it also let you know the two were now partners.

Like him handing her this gun is similar to Michonne handing him the bullet in “Clear” cuz it’s almost like now it’s his turn to say I’m not going to fight you anymore or fight what this friendship could be, I’m handing it over. And she accepts. It’s as though they’ve now mutually established they they’re not going to fight the friendship. Or at least that’s what my extra self took from it. 😋

And then to have this father/son moment directly after just further suggested that Michonne would one day be a part of his family.

I feel like this is also the beginning of always positioning Michonne around these boys in shots cuz it happens a lot in the next few seasons which serves as a way to visibly allude to the fact that those three would all become very important to each other soon enough.

Even part of Carl and Rick’s talk could be Michonne related cuz Carl expresses disappointment in Rick for not killing the Governor when they were in the same room. And not killing him almost led to losing Michonne which I think bothers Carl.

We saw Carl look a bit disappointed when Rick finally confessed about the Governors deal an episode ago, so maybe he still feels like his dad should have never considered that. He also tells his dad to “go so they don’t kill anymore of us” and we know that for Carl, Michonne is included in that “us”.

(Side note: It’s funny seeing this cute little kid really behave like he’s the Godfather in this joint. 😋😭)

So just Rick, Michonne, and Daryl go to Woodbury and it’s Daryl on his motorcycle and Richonne in the car. Again, I feel like this episode really is the shift when R&M become partners in a comrade sense as they go on their second Woodbury trip together.

And then it’s nice that we get to see the three icons do what they do best and slay when they stop the car. And Michonne took out the most cuz 👸🏾. Like you see Rick ready to take one of these two walkers out but Homegirl’s casually like nah I got both. 👏🏽

When they arrive at Woodbury, Michonne low key looks at Rick like “Bruh are you sure about this?” when he says we’re coming out to Tyreese and Sasha but she trusts him and follows suit.

Seeing Rick Michonne and Daryl outside of that place Andrea was being held reminded me of season 6 when they pair up in that outpost except by that time Richonne had been officially born. Won’t He do it! 🙌🏾

It’s sweet that when Rick sees the blood seeping through the door where Andrea is held, he first looks to Michonne to see what she’d like to do.

It’s really considerate of him to look to her knowing that Andrea’s her friend, even tho he’s known Andrea longer. He was taking her feelings into consideration even then. Like a Real One would.👌

🏽And in a moment of vulnerability you can tell Michonne has to brace herself for what’s on the other side of the door and so she asks Rick to open it and he doesn’t hesitate. It was a nice moment of her needing him. They partners, y’all. 😋

Then, when they do rush in, Rick and Michonne immediately go to Andrea and watching it back I was just like, aw look at this husband and wife hovering over Andrea. Power couple and don’t even know it. 😋

I feel like for them to both rush to her like this helps illustrate their similarities in regards to the caring type of people they are and how they both wanted to be by her side.

Also I saw someone had made a gif comparison of this moment and the moment R&M see Carl’s bite and the staging of both scenes are quite similar.

I think about how sad Michonne was to see that Andrea had been bit and it pains me to know that she’ll feel that time one hundred about Carl. (I’ll never be ready for this midseason premiere, y’all 😭)

As Andrea speaks she asks if “the rest of them” are okay and it’s sweet that Rick corrects her and says “the rest of us” cuz he wants Andrea to go out knowing she still had a group.

And I think that “us” mentality plays a big part in Rick and Michonne allowing each other to become even more than a general “us” to each other later on.

I remember when I first watched this series, I could not stand Andrea and all her poor decisions. Especially in “I Ain’t A Judas” when Andrea really attempts to try Michonne.

Like several people were trying to spell it out for her that the Governor was crazy but she didn’t want to read the signs and so I was like girl at least read this sign...

And while watching it back I can be just a tiny bit more sympathetic to the fact that she just didn’t want anyone to die, I still sort of felt like she was doing the most and too little all at the same time.

However, I will say that the one good thing Andrea did is indirectly connect Michonne to Rick and his group so I’ll give her a half point for that lol.

(Side note: It’s funny the way Rick says “Yeah you did” when Andrea says she tried. It low key sounded like he’s saying “Yeah you “tried” but honey you did not succeed. In fact perhaps saying “you tried it” would be better.” 😂 )

I do appreciate Andrea telling Michonne, “It’s good you found them” as Michonne nods and cries heartbreakingly, while unknowingly being right next to her husband. Cuz it’s a very accurate statement. It’s fantastic that she found them cuz they were meant to be her family.

And when Andrea says “No one can make it alone now” they cut from Michonne to Rick and it’s just a nice little moment of foreshadowing. Cuz a huge reason R&M will survive and make it as far as they do is because they make it through together.

Also it’s sweet that Michonne says she’ll stay so Andrea doesn’t die alone. Sis is truly ride or die.

And I noticed Rick and Michonne drive back from Woodbury together too. One of them could have technically drove the bus back except for a little thing called magnets. 😂

Rick and Michonne’s friendship seemed to grow a lot in between season three and four and I think this car ride back from Woodbury could serve as a sort of marker of the beginning of a deeper friendship, cuz you’d think they’d talk on a more personal level about losing Andrea and that had to bond them a bit.

We see at the end of the episode that they’ve brought back some of the Woodbury residents to stay at the prison (which Carl did not seem crazy about lol. He really did think he ran that joint in season 3😋) and I feel like it was letting in Michonne that slowly but surely softened Rick up to let others in.

Cuz she was a stranger that ended up being a soul mate so I think that could make for a convincing argument that maybe letting people in isn’t always that bad.

Season 3 is one of my favorite seasons. And I love it so much more in retrospect now that I see how much Richonne was in the works even at the very beginning of their relationship. There’s something really special about the start of a love story and season 3 really is special for being the beginning of Richonne.

Now, in the season 4 moments that I missed the first time around, that’s when we see Rick and Michonne let each other in even more and their relationship truly grows.

Season 4 is a big one because if season 3 is the season when Rick and Michonne became friends then season 4 is defintiely the season where they became family. 👌🏽

#richonne #twd #the walking dead #richonne fandom #richonne family #rick grimes #michonne #michonne grimes #s3 #not my gif

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johnpornjones · 7 years ago

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Happy birthday Robert Anthony Plant ! ♥♥♥

I have a story to share. When I was 14 (that was already almost 11 years ago, considering I’m gonna reach 25 in a month and 3 days, god), my wonderful Dad, who’s listening wonderful music, made me discover Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Pink Floyd... and the list goes on and on and on, because this is a long list. I absolutely loved all those bands already. Couldn’t help but listen, tried to figure out the lyrics (no internet at home, or at least, my Dad didn’t want I go on the internet, except for school researches, which may be rude, but no, he was right.

My Mom, let me use her computer whenever I wanted to, except it was a poor half an hour use, and 2 hours per day the week end (better). My Dad wasn’t thrilled by that, but I was a good girl, and I listened to my parents, so I used the computer wisely.

I had no phone which could play music at this period, and my godfather bought me a big stereo, and I was so happy. My Mom wasn’t tho. Why ? Because I played all the time all the CD’s I borrowed to my Dad, and my Mom doesn’t liked most of them (rude, Mom, rude).

Later, I moved to my Dad’s place, and surprise, permanent internet (I was 15 and entered high shcool), of course he warned me, and I followed his advices...Oh well, no on week ends tho. Lmao.

I created a blog with friends (still my friends) on music. We called ourselves the Fab 4 Girls due to our passion for The Beatles. I was George. Léa was Ringo, Elsa was Paul and Héloïse was John. Ah the souvenirs.

My passion for Led Zeppelin striked when Elsa played a complete version of Heartbreaker (yes, yes with the solo), and I was stunned. I already played guitar, but I was terrible, like, awful, I only knew 3 chords : A, E and D...

Oh well, what about Zeppelin then ? I started to love them a lot. My favorite was... Jimmy. Oh you weren’t expecting that, are you ? lmao. Then Robert. Because damn, “He’s so beautiful and those guitar parts !” I told my friends and my Dad.

My Dad bought me a new amp (The Vox DA-20 I’m using). I still had this poor excuse for an electric guitar, but this was my first electric guitar after all, conidering I played only on an acoustic guitar when I began playing, my fingers killed me !

So I tried to figure out the chords of songs with Léa. We were quite untalented unfortunately.

But I went deep into music, discovering new things, buying new albums, sharing with my Fab girls, and my Dad, who was supporting us a lot.

I started taking guitar lesson (not with Jay, save him for later) with a Iron Maiden and Metallica fan (and metal in general), but he moved so we stopped quickly, what a shame, he was nice. School doesn’t allowed me to play guitar anymore.

But I didn’t stopped listening to music. My favorite Led Zeppelin album was and still is Houses Of The Holy. And that’s a fact, I was listening more to Rob’s powerful voice that Jim’s guitar. And godness, I saw a hell of a lot of pictures of Rob, and I was mesmerized by his goddamn hair, his height... and his damn tight pants. :D

I was only listening to Led Zeppelin, I bought all their albums, bought a Jimmy Page shirt (too big for me), A 4 symbols shirt (still fits me). I wanted to play guitar again. But school. Intership. High school diploma (don’t know what it is called exactly).

Hard work. All the time. Mental breakdown. Depression.

I gained weight. I went from 120 pound to 154 pounds. In a short time.

More depression. I was harrassed at shcool because I was the one constently working until I collapse.

I have my qualifications. I quitted school. Find a job. Was harrassed by my boss. Quitted. Had a car crash. Never found a job again. I have dyspraxia.

But river always reach the sea, I found my light in the end of the tunnel. Music.

Still, I had enough determination to play guitar again, and met Jay. Ah Jay. He saved me. I met him after I finished school. I went in a guitar shop to find me a new guitar (now known as “Pagey”, The Stratocaster). I talked to him, he was testing new amps. We became friends. He told me he was a guitar teacher and accepted to give me lessons. Later I met my piano teacher, Gil, and Fabien, and we’re close.

... Wait, it is a personal story, or the story on how I discovered Led Zeppelin ?

... Well, Jay’s favorite guitarist is Jimmy Page. I laughed at the coincidence, and replied, well, it seems we’re listening to the same music.

What about Rob, then ? Well, he blows my mind.

... And my Dad brought me to Colmar 2 years ago, on August 12.

PURE MAGIC. Unforgettable. Mindblowing.Plus I was in the first row. Just in front of Robert. And he DID winked at me, smiled at me and my damn heart melted.

His voice, his curls, his everything. Ah my Golden God. Since then, him and Jonesy are my favorite members of Led Zeppelin. And I’m so proud of being part of the Zeppelin community, on Facebook, on Tumblr. I have fantastic friends.

Happy 69th birthday, Robert ! :D

@waywaydowninside @squeezemylemon

#Robert ♥

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incorrectmidc · 8 years ago

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Hello! I love your writing so much! I know you're very busy but later on, if you'd like to, could you please write scenarios for the suitors based on "Heaven is a place on earth" by Belinda Carlisle? I love 80's music, how about you? :D thank you! ^^ hope you have a fantastic day!!

i don’t have a fixed music type. i love everything that catches my attention though i’m slightly bias towards sad songs.

I LOVE P!ATD THO. THEY’RE FOREVER. ;)

placed under cut since this one’s quite long

ALBERT

“They say in heaven, love comes first”

“I don’t think I heard you right. Can you please repeat what you just said?”

She sighed, for the second time, before repeating her earlier introductions. “I said, I’m (Y/N) and I’m your guardian angel, Albert Burckhardt.”

The man – Albert – stared at her for a moment, his expression indiscernible, before he let out a tired sigh. “How much did Nico pay you?” he asked, not believing her in the least. This happened before, not the guardian angel thing though, but him being approached by a girl that was in cahoots with his younger cousin in pranking him. It happened two times already and he’d be damned if he let the brat get to him for a third time.

However, instead of getting nervous at being caught, she actually looked genuinely confused. “Nico who?” she asked back instead of answering him. Her eyes then widened when she realised the implication of his question. “Wait, you don’t believe me, do you? That I’m your guardian angel.”

“Of course not,” he said with a scoff which made her bristle visibly. Pushing his glasses up, he then turned to leave. He had better things to do than waste his time playing into his prankster of a cousin’s hands. “Angels aren’t real.”

“Aww, you’re hurting my feelings, Al,” she whined, her tone irritating Albert further. She even sounds like Nico. “And to think I specifically requested to be assigned to you since you need to be showered with more love.”

He frowned at that and was just about to turn back to her when a sudden gust of wind passed by him, ruffling his hair. Looking up, dark eyes widened at the sight of her in front of him, floating a few inches off the ground, wings that were almost silver in colour flapping softly behind her. “What-”

She smiled at the look of unadulterated shock in his face. “Still don’t believe in angels, Albert?”

ALYN

“We’ll make heaven a place on earth”

“What do you think of kids?”

From her spot on the hallway, (Y/N) halted when she heard Sid’s question. She, Alyn, Sid, Louis, Leo, Giles and Nico were hanging out one Friday night in hers and Alyn’s apartment. Holding her breath, she didn’t announce her presence just yet.

“Why do you ask, Sid?” Giles asked, the sound of the video game Nico was playing serving as their background as of the moment.

“Well, Louis and I were talking about adopting.” There was a series of oohhs and aahhss after that coupled with Leo’s cheering and Louis’ grumbling. “What do you think?”

“I think kids are nice,” Leo replied afterwards. “I plan on having lots of kids in the future!”

“You need to find a wife first, idiot,” Alyn said bluntly which had everyone laughing.

“Oi, Alyn! Let me tell you that it’s not that difficult finding a woman!”

“Really? Then how come you’re still single?”

“Now, that’s just mean, Alyn,” Leo mock-whined. “What about you, by the way? Are you and (Y/N) planning to have kids?”

(Y/N) waited with baited breath for Alyn’s answer which seemed to take forever to her. Unconsciously, her hands landed onto her stomach, bracing herself for whatever her boyfriend has to say.

“We didn’t really talk about it but yes, I would love to have kids with her one day,” Alyn’s voice was so gentle that it made (Y/N)’s eyes swim with unshed tears. “She’s the only one I want to be the mother of my children.”

“Awwwww~” Somebody cooed which sounded so much like Leo while Nico cheered.

“T-That was…” (Y/N) mumbled as she got out of her hiding place and entered the living room, tears falling down her cheeks. Everyone looked up at her in alarm while Alyn swiftly approached her.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong, love?” he asked as he pulled her in his arms, wrapping her in a protective embrace as he scanned the hallway behind her, searching for something or somebody who might’ve hurt her. “Are you hurt somewhere?”

“No, it’s just…” she mumbled as she hid her face at the crook of his neck and sniffed. “Sorry, I heard you and I just… I just started to cry. It’s all the hormones, making me all emotional.”

“Hormones?” She heard Louis asked which had Alyn stiffening and her to look away. Trust the ever so sharp blond to notice everything she says.

“(Y/N)?” Alyn called. He pushed her lightly away from his body so he could take a better look at her face. “Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?”

“Um, I’m pregnant?” Her voice was so small and it came as out as a question which had her wincing a little bit. When she chanced a glance at Alyn, all tension left her body when she found he was smiling. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could do so, she was pulled by him again, his mouth sealing hers.

“How long?” he asked when they parted, totally ignoring the cheers and catcalls behind them.

“Six weeks,” she said with a smile which he mirrored as he pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he murmured, his voice and expression elated which had her heart fluttering. It seems that her worries were actually all in vain. “I have been noticing something different about you in the past few days yet I’m not that sure. Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I have yet to know,” she said. “It’s still too early to determine I think but I’m scheduled for an ultrasound next week. Wanna come with me?” Another smile crossed her lips again when she saw his eyes sparkle like it never did before.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Alyn murmured before he planted a kiss on her forehead. Then turning to their friends, he said above her head, “I’m going to be a father.”

“I call dibs on being a godfather,” Louis swiftly said which had Leo pouting and Sid teasing him endlessly. Said boyfriend earned a kick from the blond. “Shut up, Sid.” Everybody laughed.

LEO

“And we’re spinning with the stars above”

The third time it happened, it was more obvious than the first two. And (Y/N) was aware of it this time.

She was scrolling through Instagram, ignoring a couple of DMs she received from Leo’s fans, asking her if she’s the one he’s been posting about. She didn’t really want to answer questions from people she doesn’t know.

Seeing no updates from her favourite blog of otome games, she was just about to log off when her feed updated and she was treated to another post by none other than Leo Crawford, and she couldn’t help but smile at the picture.

It was a picture of her wearing an oversized red button up shirt. To their close friends, they would all know that the shirt belongs to none other than Leo. She was looking at the camera this time, caught in mid-turn. She remembered it was this time when she slept over his and Alyn’s apartment so she and the younger Crawford could have their uninterrupted study session for a major exam the next day. She forgot to bring an extra shirt and Leo immediately handed her one before even Alyn could open his mouth to speak.

Her hair wasn’t kept in its usual messy bun but was tumbling down on rivulets of straight chestnut curling onto the very end. And she was wearing glasses – something that she doesn’t wear at school because she has contacts. It wasn’t her best image yet the picture has gained over 50,000 likes.

Or maybe because of the caption.

cantthinkofausername Of all the planets in all the solar systems in all the galaxies, you walked into mine. I love you. （´・｀）♡ #whatislove

His fangirls were getting chaotic and (Y/N) let herself cackle, hoping that the notifications would bother Leo. Why can’t he just tell her like any other person? Biting the inside of her cheek, she commented on his post.

(Y/N) it’s not very good to confess online, you know. :)

Not a second later, Alyn and Sid commented as well.

RedKnight well, rekt. good point, @(Y/N)

Siiidddd ohoho buuurrrnnnn

cantthinkofausername shut up, @RedKnight and @Siiidddd 凸(⊙▂⊙✖ )

cantthinkofausername @(Y/N) so you’re going to be like that huh. fine.

(Y/N) arched a brow at that. She was just about to reply when her phone rang and unsurprisingly, it was Leo.

“Yes?” she asked in a pleasant voice the moment she accepted the call. If there was one thing she and Alyn agreed upon, it was that Leo was fun to tease. “To what do I owe the honour of you calling me this late, oh great Leo Crawford?”

“(Y/N), you’re kind of mean,” Leo huffed which had her giggling. Though she couldn’t see him, she was certain that he was pouting. “I have something to tell you.”

“Do it tomorrow,” she said immediately. “I don’t want to do this on the phone.”

“I know you’d say that,” he replied cheekily which had her scowling and getting suspicious. “So that’s why I’m at your balcony right now.”

“What?!” she exclaimed as she dropped the phone on the bed and instantly headed to the life-sized glass window of her room. Pulling the curtains away, she gave a light shriek when she was met by the smiling face of Leo. “What the hell? How long have you been there?” she asked as she slid open the window so he could enter. “And where did you come from?”

“The Sakura tree was really easy to climb,” Leo said with a laugh. “And I’ve been here for ten minutes already?” He shrugged. “But that’s beside the point.” Then with that, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flushed against him. “(F/N) (L/N), I love you. So much. Ever since I first met you at my mother’s garden, plucking all those roses.” He chuckled when she flushed in embarrassment at that while hitting him lightly on the chest. He then cupped her chin and made her look up at him. “I never really stopped loving you. I know it’s hard for you to believe me because I’ve been flirting with girls ever since middle school but I would gladly spend forever just to prove to you that I love you.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes burning and she blinked away the tears before wrapping her arms around Leo’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “Leo, you are probably the most stupid person I’ve ever known,” she said which had him laughing, his arms tightening around her. “I feel the same as well, you know.” She then looked up at him, causing their eyes to meet. Standing on tiptoes, she leaned up as he dipped his head, their lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss.

SID

“Baby, I was afraid beforeBut I’m not afraid anymore”

“(Y/N)!” came an annoyed call. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at Leo when the latter wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

“I have to go. The baby’s crying,” she told Leo who just laughed at that. “Good luck, Leo.” The platinum-haired male lifted his fist and the two of them fist-bumped before she turned and approached the scowling Sid. “Why are you scowling? It’s gross,” she said which made him scowl even more.

“You’re so friendly with Leo Crawford,” he grumbled while taking a seat on one of the benches located on their university grounds, “when you two just met each other yesterday.”

“Oh, no,” she said as she stood in front of Sid and began to fix his hair that was tousled by the wind. “I’ve met Leo last summer when he came to visit Stein.”

Sid, realising what she said, looked up at her with another scowl. He remembered how lonely he had been last summer when she was away on a family vacation in Stein. “I thought it was a family vacation?” he asked, his hands finding their place on her waist, his thumbs dipping under her shirt and stroking the soft skin there. He grinned to himself when he felt her shiver lightly.

“It was,” she said, her hands pushing him to bow his head so he couldn’t see her, as she continued to fix his hair. “But then, Leo’s kind of family since he’s kind of dating?… my cousin…” That came out unsure since her cousin had told her he and Leo weren’t really in a relationship which in turn she told the platinum-haired male which led to him planning pick up lines for the object of his affection.

Sid’s head snapped up at that, his brows furrowed. “Crawford is dating your cousin?” he repeated, knowing that the only relative she had in Stein was… “He’s dating Louis?”

“Maybe?” (Y/N) said with a laugh as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t really know. Leo says they are but Louis denies it continuously. I think he just doesn’t believe Leo’s feelings since… well, you’ve seen Leo. He’s kind of flirty.”

“Hn,” Sid hummed as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her stomach, his arms finally wrapping around her waist. “So it runs in the family huh.”

“Runs in the family what?” she asked as she pulled her fingers away from his dark blue locks.

Sid looked up at her, his chin resting onto her stomach instead of his forehead. “You tend to be skeptical when someone tells you they love you,” he simply replied, totally enjoying the way her cheeks heat up at his words.

“Tch,” (Y/N) looked away, unable to meet Sid’s intense gaze. “If it’s believable then there wouldn’t be any skepticism in the first place,” she muttered.

“What qualifies as ‘believable’ then?” he asked, his arms tightening around her when she tried to move away.

“Have you heard of the saying ‘action speaks louder than words’?” she asked, running her fingers through dark blue locks affectionately. “When one says they love me, they shouldn’t go around flirting with anyone else,” she said, knowing fully that they weren’t talking about Leo and Louis anymore. “It’s quite difficult to believe someone who’s affectionate to everyone else to be honest.”

“Hn,” Sid nodded thoughtfully, sighing contentedly at the feeling of her fingers stroking his hair again. “That’s easy. Will you believe them then if they can do that?”

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug.

“(Y/N),” Sid almost whined, brows furrowed, as he looked up at her once more. “You’re really not making this easy,” he complained.

(Y/N) laughed before she bent down and gave him a quick peck on his pouting lips. She laughed again when his eyes widened. “If you think I can be swayed by a whine, Sid, think again.” With that, she pulled away from the surprised male and began to head to her next class that afternoon.

But before she could completely leave the courtyard, Sid caught up with her. His arm wrapping around her shoulder, he said, “Challenge accepted then. You just wait, (F/N) (L/N). I’m going to sweep you off your feet soon.” This time, he was the one who stole a quick kiss from her which had her pouting. He laughed.

LOUIS

“In this world we’re just beginningTo understand the miracle of living”

*sniff, sniff*

The sound of (Y/N)’s sniffles was the first thing Louis heard the moment he arrived at their shared apartment that night. Worry immediately crossed the blond’s expression as he swiftly took off his shoes and proceeded to the kitchen where he heard the sound.

It had only been three weeks since they transferred to their new apartment, four hours away from their hometown, so he wasn’t really surprised that she’d feel homesick at times. He himself wasn’t immune to those sort of melancholy.

No matter the reason, however, he didn’t really like seeing his beloved sad. He would do anything just to make her happy.

She was standing by the sink, preparing dinner and had her back to him the moment he entered the kitchen. Not yet noticing his presence, her shoulders trembled as she sniffled once more.

Louis, not able to take it anymore, suppressed a sigh as he moved to approach her. Then without any warning, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He felt her go rigid for a moment before she eventually relaxed against him. “Hey.”

“Louis, you shouldn’t scare me like that,” she said with a laugh, her eyes red-rimmed when she looked up at him, a clear evidence that she was indeed crying. “I’m holding a knife, you know.” She wiggled the blade in her hand for emphasis.

“Sorry,” he said, not really feeling sorry at all. “I just got worried for I heard you crying from the door.” He kissed her temple. “What’s wrong, love? You can tell me, you know.”

“Oh,” she mumbled, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as she looked away. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just…” If possible, her cheeks went redder. “It’s just the onions. I was slicing them and it stung my eyes and… you know the drill.” She laughed sheepishly at that.

“Oh.”

ROBERT

“And the world’s alive with the soundOf kids on the street outside”

“Your partner is the King?” Louis repeated when (Y/N) told him, Sid and Leo about the competition over breakfast the next day. For the first time since forever, and also because the blond was there, they actually had breakfast where all of them were sitting down and not in a hurry either for class or club practice.

“Yep,” she said with a nod before she took a bite on her French toast. Ever since she, Robert, Sid and Leo became roommates, food was always a mix of Japanese and Western ones. Just like today. They’re having French toast, bacon, miso soup and rice. “He said that another interest of his is dancing.”

“Huh,” Louis mumbled over a piece of toast. He glared at Sid when the latter grabbed the toast from him and ate it. “It’s kind of weird to imagine him dancing.”

“Don’t worry, Louis. I’ll buy you a ticket so you can watch,” Sid piped in with a huge grin on his face. Leo, who was on his other side busy downing miso with rice, nodded vigorously.

“No, Sid. You don’t have to,” Louis answered without hesitation, his gaze flitting all around but his boyfriend.

“It’s a date then.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

(Y/N) laughed at Louis and Sid’s antics. Despite being together since Louis was still a first year and Sid a third year, the former would still act as tsun as ever. Not that Sid actually minded though.

In fact, (Y/N) was 200% sure that Louis’ attitude is a big turn on for the blue-haired male.

“Are you going to practice today, (Y/N)?” Leo asked once his mouth was clear of food. He’d been scolded by Robert once when he tried talking with his mouth full and since then, he had been extra careful.

No one, as in no one, wants to have the wrath of Robert Branche upon them.

“We have to.” (Y/N) stared at her plate for a moment, wondering how her friends would react once they see the routine she and Byron were going to perform. “We only have a month before the competition and since Stein Academy is the defending champion, there’s some sort of pressure.”

Something poking her left cheek made her look up. She then saw Robert, who was seated on her left side, staring at her with a gentle smile. “As long as you enjoy it, it’s okay.” She smiled at his encouraging words.

“Yeah! Robert’s right!” Sid exclaimed while Leo nodded sagely beside him. “Give your 101% in everything you do and nothing’s impossible.”

“If I give my 101% and try to fly, will I be able to?” Louis asked sarcastically before he took a sip of his miso soup.

“Aww, Louis. You’ll be able to fly, babe. After all, you’re an angel.”

“Shut up, Sid. You’re such a sap.”

“I’m your sap though.”

“Ugh.”

“Get a room, you two,” (Y/N) said which had Louis blushing, Sid grinning and Leo whistling. Robert shook his head, a small smile on his face as his hand tangled with hers. She giggled.

Oh, what a fine morning today is.

BYRON

“When the night falls downI wait for you and you come around”

“I kind of like the colour of my eyes. Do you think I can avoid meeting my soulmate so they’ll stay the same colour?”

“You’d have better chances maintaining that colour with contacts,” 18-year-old Louis Howard said as he and his closest girl friend walked across the campus of Stein University. The two of them, classmates since elementary, were now entering said university as first year college students.

“Tch,” she muttered while giving her best friend a sidelong glance. Louis had long since regained the full colour of his eyes – blue like that of the vibrant summer sky – when they were 15. He met his soulmate in a field trip that they attended in Wysteria. “It’s really a shame you’re Sid’s soulmate.”

It had been quite the surprise not only for Louis, but for everyone else, when his soulmate turned out to be the son of the Archduke Grandier, Sid.

Louis’ reaction was ridiculous according to Nico and (Y/N), who wasn’t with them at the time because she was on a separate group, wished to have witnessed that scene.

The blond had been difficult to persuade but then gradually began to soften under Sid’s relentless pursuit and courtship and just before the older male graduated from high school, they formally became a couple.

And now, flash forward 3 years later, they’re still together and growing stronger.

Louis rolled his eyes at her comment, too used to her snarky words and not really affected by them. Because, let’s face it, he’s quite snarky himself, too. It was a wonder that their aging butler could keep up with them. “I’d take anyone as long as it’s not you.”

“Says the guy who begged me to pretend as his girlfriend just to discourage Sid,” she shot back which made him roll his eyes again.

“Touché,” Louis muttered which made her laugh. He snorted as he pulled out his phone and began checking it for messages. “Sid’s class is over. I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Okay,” she said and she waved goodbye at her best friend who went to the direction of the law building. Louis’ boyfriend, Sid, was a 3rd year law student at Stein University. He transferred to Stein when he entered college to get to know his soulmate better. Louis was taking up engineering. She, on the other hand, decided to take up fine arts.

Deciding to head to the building where the college of fine arts was located, she turned at a corner to her right. Despite being a first year, she had already memorized the university’s layout due to Louis’ insistence.

“Overprotective brat,” she muttered, albeit they were of the same age. Because she was too absorbed on thinking, she didn’t notice that somebody was standing in front of her. She just found herself hitting her nose onto a warm back, the fresh scent of pine and honey assaulting her senses. “Sorry.”

“What the-” She heard the guy – yes, a guy – mutter under his breath as he slowly turned to face her. She didn’t notice the huge coffee stain on the back of the guy’s supposed to be pristine baby blue dress shirt that was certainly caused by her bumping onto him. Nor she paid attention to how beautiful he was despite being a guy. No, she definitely didn’t notice that. All she noticed was the colour of his left eye – the colour of amber slowly fading until it became completely grey, a colour that matched not only the colour of his right eye but also the colour of (Y/N)’s own left eye just seconds ago.

Minutes ago, she was still wondering out loud to Louis if she could keep her heterochromia and now she was standing on the same campus ground, staring into the eyes – the oh so beautiful eyes – of her equally beautiful soulmate.

Oh damn.

GILES

“When I feel alone, I reach for you”

“Gilesss…” (Y/N) immediately pounced on him the moment she opened the door. Good thing Giles was able to balance the both of them or else they would have toppled down the floor. Wrapping one arm around his girlfriend, he closed the door shut and locked it before the two of them shuffled onto the living room.

The two of them ended up on the couch, cuddling. Giles was lying on his back, his head resting on the armrest while (Y/N) lay on top of him, her arms wrapped around his torso and her face hidden at the crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around her as well.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after several minutes of just quiet cuddling. For the 3 months that he has known her, he knew that she wasn’t the kind of touchy-feely person and someone who doesn’t initiate physical contact unless it’s with people she was closest to. It warmed Giles’ heart yet he couldn’t help but get worried at the way she was clinging onto him. Something must’ve happened to have her acting like that.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she murmured in response, her warm breath hitting his neck which made shiver slightly. “I just missed you.”

“We just saw each other this morning,” he pointed out, voice calm as ever in the hopes of provoking her into admission. He chuckled when she pouted.

They went quiet after that with Giles silently caressing (Y/N)’s hair as she buried her face at the crook of his neck once more. “My art major professor talked to me this morning,” she said after another several minutes of silence. “He was concerned about my grade. I got a B- and a C on the last three projects I passed.”

Giles didn’t know that. They talked about almost anything but when it comes to school, she hardly opens up. This was the first time she’s talked to him about it. “And?” he prompted, sensing that there was more to it than the mediocre grades.

“He told me that my works are really good. Called it almost perfect and exquisite. I quote him for that.” She burrowed her face deeper onto his neck, her voice now a bit muffled. “But he said beautiful as they may, they failed to evoke emotions from the viewers and the emotion of the painter was completely absent.”

“What did you tell him?” he asked, not knowing what to say to her. He hasn’t seen any of her works. Only Byron, her best friend, was allowed to see it. It made something in his heart stir, a bitter taste on his mouth at the thought that he’s actually getting jealous of Byron Wagner over something so silly.

“Nothing. In the end he gave me passes to a museum in Stein.” She looked up at him this time, her (E/C) orbs staring right directly in his eyes. “I have 2 passes. Do you want to go with me Saturday next week?” She bit her lip before adding, “Of course, if you have plans already, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go with you,” Giles said almost immediately. Nothing is higher in his priority list than (Y/N). And the way she was now, slightly disoriented and a bit overwhelmed, there’s no way he’d leave her alone.

Her face lit up at his words. “Thank you, Giles!” Then without any warning, she dipped her head and gave him a full kiss on the lips to which he instantly responded to.

They were both breathing heavily when they parted. The room was thick with tension as they continued to stare at each other, cheeks flushed. She smiled at him and Giles found himself moving, swiftly rolling them so they changed positions. He chuckled when she shrieked. “You’re really cute,” he whispered as he planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth before he let his lips travel down her chin to her jaw then down to her neck, stopping at the spot where she was most sensitive and began to suck.

“G-Giles… hnngghhh…” (Y/N) couldn’t help the moan that left her lips as pleasure and heat coursed through her body like wildfire. Tangling her hands on her boyfriend’s dark hair, she pulled him back up to her waiting mouth, their tongues clashing and kisses aggressive as if they can’t get enough of each other.

“I love you,” he murmured in between kisses, not missing how she blushed furiously at his words. Smiling, he got up and lifted her in his arms bridal style. Their lips met again as he headed to her room with her cradled in his arms.

NICO

“When I’m lost at sea, I hear your voice.”

It was definitely dark inside the maze-like garden and Nico wouldn’t have seen shit if he had ordinary eyesight. Thankfully, he had cat-like vision, meaning his vision was heightened even in the dark. So unlike any ordinary human who would grope around blindly, the young guardian went on his merry way of locating one (F/N) (L/N).

Wonder how she could get out of here. She’s practically blind, he mused just as a firefly circled in front of him before landing on his shoulder. Confused, he cocked his head to the side. What was this little fella doing here? Is it the only firefly around?

Then as if answering his question, he caught something glowing at the corner of his eyes. Whipping his head to the right to check what it was, he froze, quite literally, at the sight.

It was none other than (Y/N). The girl was standing at the center of the maze, just right in front of a fountain, in the dark. Well, semi-darkness. You see, a bunch of fireflies surrounded the whole place, surrounding her, causing the illusion of her glowing under the golden light.

Nico watched silently as (Y/N) stared at the fireflies before opening her left hand. A few of those light bugs landed on her palm, creating a sort of small ball of light, which made her smile.

It was a genuine smile. Something that Nico didn’t know existed until tonight. It was definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his whole life. (Y/N)’s eyes crinkled at the corner, her (E/C) orbs sparkling as her mouth curved upwards. She looked so beautiful tonight.

And that smile had been the nail on Nico Meier’s coffin.

Fuck. I like her.

“Are you just going to stand there like a creep?” (Y/N) suddenly asked out of nowhere. Nico flinched a little in surprise but easily covered it up with a smirk. The girl wasn’t looking at him, her eyes still focused on the fireflies on her open palm. When he didn’t speak for several moments, she looked up. “Well?”

“It’s dinnertime.” Nico mentally cursed himself for sounding like a kid and she must’ve caught his reaction to his own words for she laughed. The guardian was knocked breathless from where he stood at the first sound of the Heir’s laughter.

It was genuine laughter, one that wasn’t filled with pretenses and sarcasm. It was purely (Y/N).

And Nico found himself swooning. Again.

“Your laugh sounds nice,” he said before he could stop himself. (Y/N) halted and threw him a nasty glare but with the blush coating her cheeks, it was not that threatening. Nico found himself chuckling as he moved closer. “(Y/N), you need to eat. You’re so skinny. I really wonder how you can carry that death-scythe with just one hand.” The girl visibly stiffened at that last comment.

“So you know what I am,” she murmured, her expression morphing into that default blank one of hers, secretly irking Nico. When the guardian nodded, she scoffed. “So why are you still here?” She would never forget the fear on her father’s face when he found out what she was. And her older brother, he—

“What, you think being a reincarnation of the avenging Moon Goddess would scare me into running away?” Nico asked, his tone mock surprised. The expression on his face told (Y/N) that it was ridiculous she would think like that. “If you don’t remember, my lady, I told you you’re stuck with me forever.”

“Tch,” (Y/N) scoffed which had him laughing. Don’t be like this, she silently pleaded. “You’re annoying. Don’t you know that?” She watched as the fireflies surrounded Nico as well and the guardian has yet to notice it.

And, well, he looked so damn attractive like that.

“I aim to please, Boss.”

And with Nico’s blinding smile and him surrounded by the glowing fireflies, (Y/N) couldn’t help the warmth growing in her chest.

Nico wasn’t scared of her. Even after knowing about Yue and the darkness surrounding her.

Somehow, it sparked a tiny flame of hope in (Y/N)’s heart.

“Nico…”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

Nico placed a hand on his chest, his eyes wide as he looked at her. “Don’t talk like that, (Y/N).”

“Talk like what?”

“Like that,” the guardian waved his hand dramatically. “You’re not sarcastic or rude. You’re going to give me a heart attack. Christ.”

“Tch. You really are annoying.”

“Hahaha! That’s good to hear, Boss.”

#fic #headcanon #both #midnight cinderella #songfic

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Rotten

If you can’t tell by this blog or the many reviews I write or the entire sub-blog full of my reviews, I genuinely enjoy cinema. I enjoy a good movie. I enjoy a trip to the theater. I have since i was little. All of the pomp and circumstance of it; Getting a terribly overpriced hot dog, standing in line for hours to see the new cape flick or summer blockbuster, laughing with an entire auditorium of cats over the most foolish of turns, and bonding over ridiculous scenes with the stranger next to me - ll of that is just too dope. I love going to the theater. That’s why, when I read that this summer was the worst summer for film since 1999, I was flabbergasted. But it’s true. I’ve been to the theater every weekend this year, with the exception of twice, and no one’s there. No one is coming out to see film anymore. The occasional tent poles like It and anything Marvel drops, packed to the gills, everything else? nah. No one wants that experience and it got me wondering why. This is my analysis of that quandary, as a creator of content but more as a fan, first.

Streaming services are supplying box office quality but you don’t have to put on pants

Like literally every other industry that Millennials are killing, we’re apparently choking the life out of the Hollywood but why Why should we go out and spend 15 dollars on a flick that may or may not be terrible, when we can watch new sh*t on Netflix? Better sh*t on Crackle. Original sh*t all over the place. Netflix has the draw to pull huge stars and their productions are often ridiculously high in quality. Okja was dope. Beasts Of No Nation was an Oscar contender. Will Smith, and his hefty ass paycheck, have a movie coming out for them in December, i believe. And it doesn’t stop there. Netflix dropped A Series Of Unfortunate Events as a series and it KILLED the film. Their Marvel properties are spectacular. Daredevil is sh*tting on the majority of what Hollywood crapped out this year by itself! I had more anticipation for Defenders than I did for probably 90 percent of the theatrical releases in 2017! And don’t get me started on Amazon Prime. Seriously, I saw two films this year that are in my top 20 and neither were released wide, stateside. Raw was f*cking incredible and Lure was just as fantastic. They’re foreign, true, but none of them played anywhere near my home in theaters. Not even in the niche, hipster ass theaters! I had to watch them on Prime! But I got a goddamn 8th Fast sequel, though! Ingrid Goes West is a film I’ve been DYING to see but I can’t because it was only out here for a week and now it’s gone. But Wry tho??

Studios are creatively bankrupt

I get sh*t for watching anime. I love that stuff. Love it. Most people think it’s because I like cartoon tiddies and I do, tiddies are awesome, but that’s not why I enjoy anime. My favorites tend to be creatively vibrant and defiantly unique. They tend to be steeped in originality and that makes for an interesting watch. Neon Genesis Evangelion, Akira, Ghost In The Shell (which I will get to in a minute) are all beautifully animated, poignant stories that really engage the viewer and challenges us to actively think about what we’re watching. The last two films to make me engage like that was Ex Machina and The VVitch. Split, too, to a lesser extent, did that as well. The only film that even remotely accomplished that this year was Get Out and people were up at arms about THAT film being racist! Really? You’re missing the f*cking point! It’s like, cats who have a voice, a story to tell, get the backseat, underfunded or outright ignored but the Hollywood machine but those are the people you need to take a chance on. Those are the directors and creators who you need to develop. Josh Trank made one of the dopest cape films not backed by a major studio in Chronicle and Fox wouldn’t let him do what he needed to in order to properly craft his for Fan4stic narrative. I don’t think that team is very cinematic to begin with but Trank had a unique vision for that property and if Fox felt uncomfortable with it, they shouldn’t have let him cook to begin with. Marvel took Ant-Man away from Edgar Wright for this specific reason and he rebounded by giving us Baby Driver instead; a brilliant heist film that, at its heart, is just a wonderful love story. Great storytellers tell great stories, if you f*cking let them. The Japanese understand the f*ck out of this concept and let their directors and studio houses run wild. Hollywood does not.

Sequels, adaptions, and reboots! Oh My!

Look, I love a good sequel. They add to the lore and build the world created even further. Sometimes those additions are dope as sh*t. The Dark Knight, Aliens, John Wick: Chapter II, T2: Judgment Day, The Godfather Part 2, Winter Soldier, and Split all come to mind. And, yes, Split. It’s a sequel to Unbreakable. These films were all spectacular and embellished an already rich cinema universe. Hell, even the retread of cape films surprised me. Guardians was amazing, Homecoming is easily my favorite of the year but I am a legit Spider-Man fanboy so take that with a grain of salt, and Logan might be nominated for a f*cking Oscar, it was so good: all are basically sequels, adaptions, and reboots! It’s not hard to make a dope retread, particularly when there’s a story to be told. Sh*t like The Last Knight, though? THAT nonsense was unnecessary. An eighth Fast film? Really? Who wants a third XXX and why? Ghost In The Shell was doomed from the beginning. There’s no way an American audience can digest the content of that, even given to them in the brilliantly repackaging of Ex Machina last year. The Mummy was the worst thing I’d seen all year, bar none! Hollywood has become wildly risk averse and have been banking on stupid f*cking reboots no one asked for to hedge their bets and that sh*t is terrible for the industry. I still got a Flatliners reboot, a sequel to Blade, Runner, and another Star Wars film coming out this year. I’ll go see them but I’m not expecting much. Hollywood’s current track record with this sh*t is atrocious.

Star System

I went and saw The Mummy because I am a fan or the original and the Brendan Frasier duology. The first two were dope but that third one though? Terrible. Just like this reboot! I don’t care that Tom Cruise is in this film. I don’t even LIKE Tom Cruise as an actor. He hasn’t made a film I’ve actually enjoyed since probably A Few Good Men. I saw the Mission Impossible flicks. They’re okay. I don’t remember anything from them except Cruise gets blown up a lot and Philip Seymour Hoffman was a pretty good villain in one of them. No one has got anything on Jaiver Bardem’s Raoul Silva but that cat was Ledger Joker caliber so, you know, high bar. My point is, this ain’t the 80s. Baby Boomers aren’t going to movie like they used to. No one cares WHO is in a film rather than WHAT the film is about. Ids there a plot? Is it shot creatively? How well is it directed? What’s the goddamn point? Why is this flick even a thing? Pirates had a sequel this year banking on star power and it flopped. GITS didn’t even take a chance and cast ScarJo In the lead role of a character named Motoko Kusanagi, only to cop out and make her a Japanese teenage brain, in her cybernetic Scarlett Johansson “shell”, the whole time. That flick also bombed. I didn’t give a sh*t that Jennifer Lawrence was in Mother!, I went to go see that because the plot seemed f*cked up. I adore the rock but I’m not going to go see Jumanji and I flat out REFUSED to take in Baywatch. Both of those premises are f*cking retard. I didn’t go see John Wick or Atomic Blonde because Keanu and Charlize were in them, I went because they looked dope as f*ck! And they were. And they were also beautiful. And they also told a coherent story. And I bought into those universes. And I want a f*cking crossover! No one goes to the theater anymore because of billing. I don’t give a sh*t about celebrities or that star mentality. F*ck off with that nonsense. Do your jobs and make great sh*t. Yall make enough money for it.

Television is making better sh*t

I touched on this earlier with the whole Series of Unfortunate events thing but it’s not just Netflix sh*tting on Tinseltown, regular ass s TV is doing a pretty good job of it as well. Atlanta is the best goddamn show on television and Man Seeking Woman is easily one of the best adaptions of a book I have ever seen put to film. The first two seasons of Fargo are as good as the film they’re based on, and, even though I haven’t seen the third, I hear it shine just as bright. Hannibal was just and OUTSTANDING interpretation of that Lecter series and I was devastated to see it go. Legion was a better X-Men Film than HALF of their franchise! FX is out here making quality sh*t! Starz ain’t no slouch either with its American Gods and AMC is releasing that firer with Better Call Saul and the excellent Breaking Bad. The Walking Dead petered out after the second season but, I guess it’s still good. I guess. I’m not even going to get into the quality of Westworld or its HBO brethren. Showtits is doing well with Ray Donovan or whatever, too. If I can literally get sh*t of this quality on my big ass, 4K, 7.1 surround sound, home media set up, why the f*ck do I want to go to the theater and drop 15 dollars for f*cking Bayformers 5? A sub-par Apocalypse sequel? A terribly adapted anime devoid of the existential questions driving it’s original?

Sh*t costs too much to make

When you’re dropping upwards of a country’s GDP on a goddamn Car chase movie sequel, you don’t want to take risks. I get that. But that’s the f*cking problem. Films use to have something to say, they use to be art. They use to convey emotion and present an actual plot. Now, most movies are bloated special effect spectacles that think more is better and storytelling is ridiculous. Why did King Arthur need a 175 million dollar budget? You could have make that move for a third of that, tightened up the narrative, and created a better, far more profitable film. NOPE! Why did Transformers 5 get a 125 million dollar budget when market research will tell you each of these sh*tty films has had diminishing returns? Cats have been telling you to drop Michael Bay since the second one and you refused, just to watch your budgets bloat and profits wane. Wonder Woman cost 150 mil, a great deal, yes, but modest for a Cape flick. It’s counterpart, BvS, cost 300 million, literally twice as much. Guess which one is a better film overall? Guess which one was better received? Guess which one SAVED the DCEU? Some of the best films of the year had shoestring budgets, Split was made on 9 million, took in 275. Logan was made on 97 and took in 620. Deadpool was made on 58, looks like it was produced for much more, and brought back 785. Baby Driver dropped for 24 mil and hauled in 220. Why are you throwing 230 million at Pirates when the first only cost 140 mil and brought back 655. That’s 4 and a half times its budget! Number 5 raked in 795 mil, a little over 2 and a half times its budget. Hell, XXX-3 LOST 70 million! Valerian LOST 70 – 100 million! LOST. The Fifth Element, another Luc Besson film, one that did much better in the box office, one that was directly influenced by the Valerian comics, MADE 263 Million of a 90 mil budget. Why did Valerian NEED so much f*cking money? Why did Transformers or Fats 8 or BvS or Kingsman 2 when John Wick Chapter II, Atomic Blonde, Split, and Logan did MUCH better for a fraction of those investments? Hell, f*cking Get Out, one of the most popular films so far this year, cost 9 million to make. It made 250 million dollars, man! Films don’t need 100, 200, 300 goddamn million dollar budgets to be good! More often than not, that kind of money bodes terrible for the movie, unless you’re Marvel, Disney, or Star Wars. If you’re not part of the Disney Zeitgeist, your ass better keep them sh*t’s around 50- 80 million if you want to make any money from now on.

Rotten Tomatoes is doing its job too well

I love Rotten Tomatoes. The reviews are poignant and they tend to be relatively accurate. I tend to air more toward Critics than I do Audience but that’s because I expect more from film than the average American. Out of my consumable media, period. I hate sh*t that doesn’t have substances. My reviews usually reflect that. I can’t stand Zack Snyder or Michael Bay. All their films are is cool looking sh*t and explosions. Neither one of those assholes can tell a story. I use to really like Ridley Scott, but he’ so far up his own ass right now, I don’t even think he could recognize his own masterpiece, Alien, even if he were to sit and watch it. Rotten Tomatoes does a fantastic job of exposing what’s sh*t and Studios HATE it. Movie executives and stars, alike, have gone on tirades about how that joint is tanking their films before they even release. No, your movie is sh*t and people don’t want to see sh*t, sir. When BvS got torpedoes, cats claimed Marvel paid reviewers. They didn’t. Then they claimed critics didn’t get it because it was too heady. It wasn’t. Then they said it was for the fans. Yo, if your fans look at BvS and see a masterpiece, they’re drunk. Same goes for Suicide Squad, every Transformers film except for the first, and the majority of Adam Sandler’s library. All Rotten Tomatoes does is let you see that “Thumbs Down” before you pay your cash as opposed to having to wait for a reviews in the paper or a magazine. No one is doing that. By the time Ebert got his two cents in, you had already seen that trash or not. Now, thanks to the intrerwebs and RT, you can get an idea about how sh*t a film might be BEFORE you spend your hard earned cash. Lesson to be learned? Hollywood should stop making sh*ta and RT won’t have to sh*t all over them.

Ultimately, Hollywood needs to evolve and fast. We live in an age where information is at our fingertips. Where we can speak to someone on the other side of the country through facetime or skype. Finding a review of a film is as easy as google. Hell, finding the film, itself, is as easy as a torrent site. Yo want to make money in this new age? Stop patronizing your audience. Make sh*t that is both engaging, accessible, and challenging. It’ not hard. Netflix does that sh*t regularly. FX, too. A24 also has a fantastic track record as a distributor. It’s not hard to make a great film, with a great director, on a modest budget. Stop meddling with your talent and them craft their narrative. If the investment is small, you can just shelve the thing and write it off. Split was one of the best films I’ve seen all year and it was a cheap, beautiful, great, f*cking story that added to an established universe, and gave me one of the most brilliant performances I have ever seen. Make more films like that. Stop making bloated, explosion packed excuses to load a bunch of computer effects on film. Scaling back does wonders for perspective.

In the 60s when the Baby Boomers started coming of age, we got Spielberg, Scorsese, and Coppola. Look what they created. It happened again in the 80s. We got Cameron, Hughes, and Cronenberg. The Nineties gave us Tarantino and the aughts gifted us Edgar Wright and Christopher Nolan. These cats started their careers making small films and grew into the powerhouses that they are today. No one is pocket checking James Cameron or Steven Spielberg. No one is telling Tarantino or Coppola or Scorsese to re-shoot a scene. Why is it okay for Trank or Wright to have their vision torpedoed by a bunch of glorified bean counters? Hollywood’s biggest problem I that it’s become too much of an industry, There’s too much money at stake so risk has gone out the window. But that’s not what movies were supposed to be. We movie goers are called Patrons because we’re supporting artists. Let these artists paint, man. Stop trying to stifle creativity for the almighty dollar. Doing so is just going to make you lose more than if you let an up and coming talent, make the movie they want.