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I hope you don't mind me asking this. 🤍 How did you discover you were on the asexual spextrum? & What is your romantic orientation?
I actually talk about this in this post here but I am happy to tell the story again because there might be other people out there questioning if they're ace, and this might help them 💜.
I discovered I was ace when I was 35.
Up until I was 35, I literally thought everyone else was just weird, way too into sex, and was way too invested in self-gratification when there were other interesting things to do.
When I was 35 I read a fantasy book where a character said something like, "I like touching. I don't like the expectation that comes with it," and went, same, girl. Then I stopped to think.
Hey, is this normal?
Is it normal to love love and romance and cuddling and kissing and maybe even dry humping but the actual penetrative act, and especially the expectation of kissing always leading to the penetrative act, was kind of boring and off-putting?
So I googled for a bit and found asexuality. Cool, I thought. Not me. I DO feel sexual attraction. I've been married for nearly a decade, I have sex with my husband so I MUST feel sexual attraction to my husband, right?
RIGHT?
Then I found the definition of grey-asexual, which said that some asexuals do feel sexual attraction, but only on occasion. And then I thought, hey, is that me?
And that sent me down a whole other rabbit hole learning about aesthetic attraction and emotional attraction and sensual attraction and then after a few weeks, I figured out that no, I do not feel sexual attraction.
But almost everyone else does.
My final catalyst for realising this was Jason Momoa, who is my ideal aesthetic masculine form. He's SO aesthetic, and I would love to cuddle him, but if he showed up on my doorstep and offered to bang me, I'd say no, thank you. Can we cuddle instead?
So there were a few small catalysts that all happened around the same time that led me to discovering that I am, in fact, asexual.
I figured out that I may feel sexual attraction very occasionally for my husband, and once to a random guy in a shop that I've never seen since, but yeah, other than that, I'm not sexually attracted to anyone.
And that doesn't mean that I don't get to/have to engage in sex acts, because I choose to. I do it because I love my husband and I want to be close to him emotionally, and give him the gift of sex because he enjoys it. It doesn't do much for me. Personally, I'd rather have cake and cuddle.
Also, I identify as heteroromantic, because I am exclusively romantically attracted to men.
#asexual#asexuality#ace#asexual pride#lgbtqia+#acepride#greyace#grayace#exploring asexuality#pride#asexual heteroromantic#married asexual#asexual post#asexual positivity#sex favourable asexual#ask ace exploring
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the way twitter stans don't get matt smith is playing up the blacks vs greens conflict like most of the actors have been in the recent interviews, like ofc as the person who plays daemon he's gonna say he doesn't like alicent lmao
(also i find it interesting how all of the crazy team green twitter stans had no problem when tgc called jace a dweeb isn't that hate too🤔)
no YEAH and like, obvious caveat it isn't the whole fandom but twitter does incentivise the absolute craziest people to get popular which means some of thee most annoying people to have ever existed in this world are popular in the greater hotd fandom, and what's been consistently frustrating is how many people who are either rhaenicent/girls focused or tg stans who just refuse to acknowledge the absolutely cracked behavior coming from their side. like, all this focus on olivia, basically with the implication that this is an isolated thing like with the hate lena got for playing cersei, but it's not because imo the internet (or at least twitter) has gotten infinitely worse since got finished, so it's not just olivia getting this insane behavior, it's the bulk of the cast! and it's coming from everyone, from the angry book fans, the targ nation delulus, the femslash enjoyers, tb, tg, every subfandom has had some insane and over the line behavior directed towards the cast that loves to default to either "well you're ugly and i hope you die" or just straight up bigotry.
like the amount of people (largely the "toxic yuri enjoyers" or the tb stans, i can whack the people i hang out with!!) going after tom for saying standard actor stuff like "I love my character" or "i feel bad for my character" and saying he's a rape apologist is crazy. people didn't even go after jason momoa for that real dumbshit "i get to rape beautiful women" comment this hard! is he supposed to not try to understand the character he's playing?? are people who play villains or antagonists just never allowed to feel sympathy for their characters? that's crazy, that's insane, but especially in a series where a) there are SO MANY villain protagonists and b) this series is known for exploring why bad people turn into bad people and why good people do bad things and what even a "bad person" or a "good person" looks like, so why are we mad that the cast plays into this??
and YEAH tbh like you say, i think there's a lot of in this case tg stans specifically who get so fucking angry whenever Matt Smith plays along with the "all must choose" angle but it's like - yeah of course he does, he's not the only one doing this, he clearly thinks it's fun to joke about how he's gonna decimate ewan mitchell, and i think a lot of his bts stuff throughout his career has gone from the two extremes of "having something amazing to say" and "being completely and totally unserious" because this is a job he does, and he likes to get goofy with it. it's fine!!! but no, apparently, it's such a crime to simply exist and like that he's playing this fun character with a goofy wig and a cool aesthetic that we've gotta dogpile every post about him calling him ugly!! but when The People We Hate In Fandom do something vile like call olivia a cunt to her face, that's the true evil! and when People We Are Friends With start saying really weird shit about fabien being ~violent~ we just look the other way even tho that feels just a lil racist!!!
it's more frustrating because you can't even say this is a fandom that skews young like a shitty teen show or a cartoon - this is a grown up show for adults, this is prestige tv, this is a show and a series you actually think "maybe i should wait a few years before i let my middle schooler dig into that one" but the fandom is SO INSANE. WE ARE ALL ADULTS WHY ARE WE ACTING SO JOBLESS. GO PAY YOUR CHILD SUPPORT. DO SOME YOGA SO YOUR BACK DOESN'T SEIZE UP BEFORE 40. TOUCH GRASS!!
#I'M SORRY FOR RANTING. BUT THIS IS SUCH JOBLESS BEHAVIOR.#i know no one who follows ME partakes in this shit lol like i know it's not The Whole Fandom.#but it's enough that it's like alright. you have too much free time on your hands go apply for unemployment. go volunteer at a library.#do SOMETHING besides angrily quote dunk on hbo's every tweet while misgendering emma for funsies.#asks#anons
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new outlaw team!
this is the idea i had for jasons all girl/gay squad that i think he deserves, so! my oc outlaws team for jason i as follows: (it gets really long from here sorry)
a bue/green lantern (afab enby gothamite artist that doesn’t bind) that was inspired by red hood at the moment before their (almost) death and thus got both a green and blue power ring bc red hood gave them hope in their last moments and they found the will to survive. surprised the fuck out of everyone and when the green lanterns of earth told them they had to head to Oa and Odym to get their space sector they said nope! not being a space cop bc no.1 acab! and no.2 theres no pay? and no healthcare?! not in this economy! so they’ve been putting off going to Oa and talking to the gaurdians, instead hanging around red hood bc what else are they supposed to fucking do? does actually agree with jasons philosphy on how gotham doesn’t change and they should do something about that fucking clown, also happens to be half british and thats why their really creative in their rude insults, humongous balls, big enought to call batman a cunt to his face, and doesn’t tolerate conditional love (transphobic family probs) and! happens to have jasons dog from before, when asked why they said they found her on the streets and doesn’t know what happened to the previous owner. (jason knows, isabella got possessed by essence and then was never heard of again oops)
a speedster from the future (where else?) and is trying to stop the apocolypse. she’s kind of like her own red hood in terms of the speedster family, in which no one will take responsibility for the hurt they caused her and instead blame her for something that literally wasn’t her fault. (someone they love probably died and they couldn’t stop it, so blamed it on her for the shittiest of reasons), bc of this they exiled her from the city where the apocolypse begun (ground zero) and thus she could see the death cloud coming and managed to out run it into the past to try and stop it. i figured she would be massive adhd representation as well that goes undiagnosed for a long time bc they think its just how speedsters are (except her brain runs so much faster than the average speedster and therefore everyone thinks shes stupid bc she can’t catch her thoughts in time.) hella emotional bc of the adhd, a fucked up perception of time bc adhd and speedster, jesus its just the worst combination known to man. also imagine her with Lil Nas’ hair in that one pic (those cute ass fucking twists)
an atlantean that is basically female jason momoa, and really reminds jason of artemis to the point where the squad end up talking about how jason misses his amazon. Shes the tallest with tattoos all over her body, especially her giant beefy arms. she has atlantean magic and hydrokinesis, and even hydromancy (seing the future through water). shes a prodigy when it comes to atlantean magic, but in the middle of her 3rd year in magic school she had a traumatic exprience that fucked her up a lot. (person in authority abused their power i think you know where im going with this) bc of this she changed and her grades fell and she dropped out to escape her abusers watchful gaze and touch. when confronted about it she eventually broke down and told her mother, but that was the wrong thing to do. at first her mother told her that shes lying to escape trouble bc who would want her? shes too masculine to ever have someone want her. then she was told that she should be happy, somone finally wanted her. then she was told that it was her fault, she must have done something to lead on such a respected man, and that she was lying and she secretly wanted it. Bc of her masculine nature she faced a lot of misogyny and transphobia (from her mother) despite not being trans, bc terfs don’t care about masculine women, and reinforce the patriarchy throught their bullshit of thinking if women don’t fit in a perfect model of feminity then you are “as bad as men”. eventually she left atlantis and headed to the surface, bc mans world cant be worse than mothers world. She would understand what it’s like to be betrayed and failed by your parent same as jason, and i feel like those two are a “kill everyone if you die on me” kind of duo. is also a lightweight when it comes to human alcohol. very funny when she thinks she can drink everyone under the table bc she could jellyshot pretty heavy in atlantis and then procedes to get shit faced from a 5% wheat beer. on the floor crying after one drink lol.
the fourth and final member (excluding dog) would be a white martian that all four of them rescue. the speedster tracked the energy source of the apocolypse and discovered it was underwater, deep underwater. so redhood, lantern and speedster track down someone who can go that deep, our beloved atlantean. deciding to take the job (bc why not this shits interesting) the four of them head under, and going in blind, make an absolute mess. they have no blue print of the place, no clue what they are looking for or what to do with it if they find it. its possibly the end of the fucking world and they’re just bashing heads left and right, fighting goons all the way to the middle of this underwater base. and there, in the middle of a glass contanment cell, is a fucked up looking martian. Martian manhunter said all the white martians were gone, but clearly fucking not. none of them know about (white) martians or what they did, so they gladly rescue this fucker. not knowing what else to do, they bring the base down before fleeing with their prescious alien. (jason did do some hacking before they left and stole the data, but has yet to decode it) When the martian wakes up, it remembers literally nothing, and it becomes an entire plot point to figuring out how this sweet and confused creature could possibly end the world. and they are sweet! white martians have been written as villains for manhunter since the beginning (and there has only been one! white martian that has befriended manhunter, mad discrimination against an entire race), but this lil dude is just scared, and loves korean dramas. When manhunter discovers them, i think it would be justice league vs outlaws bc of the prejudice against our poor lil alien. they would probably be extremely genderfluid in the coolest way bc of shapeshifting, and also bc martian genders and sexes are a completely different binary to a humans gender binary, therefore wouldn’t fit on it all. would probably have a very feminine presentation though bc they are mostly surrounded by women and afabs, and are trying to fit in.
christ this got away from me. anyway, jason deserves women who understand him and can be his actual family. these girls and gays 100% convinced him to steal the batmobile and they wrecked his “memorial” in the batcave. ready to dunk on(fist fight and kill on a tuesday) Bman at a moments notice. jason’s polycule that call batman a bitchless furry to his face in front of the justice league. He is the only man and it makes him feel safe.
AND he has his dog!!! and she wont be named dog. she will be called michael bc its really funny to me. jason just turns to his dog in the car next to him and says “michael you seein this shit?” and its batman making out with catwoman. they boo at them.
#dc hire me im better than lobdell.#give him his dog back.#dogs with human names are funny#especialy when its female animals with male names#like jeremy#or dave#jason todd#red hood#red hod and the outlaws#rhato#i have so much more to say about this lol#jaspers outlaws
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What's interesting to me in cases like these is the complete lack of recognition of the relative positions of everybody involved. Blake Lively is a rich, famous, white lady, but Justin Baldoni is also rich and man and was effectively Blake Lively's boss at the time. Even in the moment, people had noticed that everybody else working on the film seemed to be avoiding Baldoni and we're not pictured with him in promotion--and, what, did people assume that this must have been the doing of mean girl Blake Lively, that she must have turned the cast and crew against him middle school bully style? Or do we come to the reasonable conclusion that, if employees want nothing to do with their boss then maybe there's something wrong with the boss...
And with Amber Heard there was similar nonsense about how she's a rich white woman and oh look at her white woman tears, when her abuser is a far wealthier, significantly older, significantly more famous white man, and she was at his mercy from the very moment they met because he was in a position of authority on the Rum Diary when she was still a relatively unknown young actress typically playing minor roles. And that vile predatory wife-beating scumbag has spent all this time and energy since the divorce abusing the legal system to bankrupt Amber and slander her as punishment for talking about her experience as a victim of domestic violence. And it's such nonsense to justify dismissing her because she's rich and famous, she's really never been a particularly famous actress, I think Aqua Man was probably her most well known work and nobody cares about that film and she was basically a nothing character who just gives exposition to Jason Momoa the whole time. Johnny Depp is the cause of any problems he's had in his own career because he's an addict and apparently a nightmare to work with, but I have no doubt that he's the one who ruined Amber's career because she was only 25 when she met him on Rum Diary and only 31 when they divorced, all the Aqua Man paperwork probably happened prior to the divorce and she hasn't had a whole lot of success since then.
And also, I haven't seen as much defensiveness for Brian Jordan Alvarez or as much slander of Jon Ebeling, but yeah Brian is a gay man and there is this stereotype of gay men preying on straight men, but Brian was The Boss on Caleb Gallo and he assaulted Jon, his employee, both on and off set. Brian has gone on to be quite successful, Jon doesn't even have a Wikipedia page.
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Sparring Partner (Part 03/03)
Part 01 is HERE Part 02 is HERE
Pairing: Duncan Idaho x F!Reader
Wordcount: 3K
Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, rough sex, power games, sexual tension and teasing, brief praise kink, size difference, secret rendezvous, feelings.
Summary: After your last training session with Duncan you decide to take the initiative, your cat and mouse game escalates.
A/N: I've not read the books so apologies, this is based on the 2021 film with Jason Momoa. Duncan Idaho chases you around Castle Caladan in the middle of the night, but in a hot way lol.
You can’t let it stand. When you leave the training room a few minutes later you’ve already formed a plan and it will occur tonight, not tomorrow. If Duncan has taught you something it’s that your opponent must be kept off balance, you can’t let them anticipate your movements.
Especially given that you have the advantage; you know when and where he’s posted tonight. Time to move the line.
It rains that evening, as it often does on Caladan. But that night the water falls so heavy from the sky that the cavernous stone halls of the castle seem to thrum with the rhythm of it.
Midnight comes and passes. You’d been discharged from your official duties hours before, so your chambers cloy at you in your tension. Anxiously you dress yourself in a simple black shift gown and sit down on your bed. Your quarters are small but elegant, located only four rooms away from the Lady Jessica herself. Blessedly, she doesn’t call on you tonight and by the time one o clock in the morning passes you know she’s likely asleep. The Duke makes no appearance either. All the better for your plan.
Your door opens and shuts silently behind you, and you peer out into the long, wide corridor. No one. Like a shadow you move barefoot in the low light for a few minutes, almost silent. A left turn, a right. The grand doors of the Duke’s bedchambers are ahead.
As is Duncan. Standing ready.
You are quiet but of course he sees you. He even lets his hand drop to one of the blades on his hip. He grasps then releases the grip of the sword before folding his hands back into his sentinel stance. His hair is braided back from his face, the way he wears it in uniform. His expression is as well trained as his posture.
You pause about ten feet away. There is no good reason for you to be here.
“Can you not sleep, my lady?” He utters quietly, and you edge forward another step. You try to read him but he’s a stone wall. So far.
“As a matter of fact, no.” You reply conversationally, as if nothing were out of place about the situation, gaining another step. Only five feet separate you now.
“What keeps you awake?”
Your fingers lace casually. “I was thinking about territory, and tactics.”
His chest expands with a deep breath. Duncan’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip.
“In what way specifically?” He echoes your tone. You can’t help it; you give a wicked grin.
“Well specifically, this territory, and how I have the tactical advantage. And how I know you know, I have the advantage.”
Your feet move and the gap closes, he’s a foot away from you now. Dark eyes boring down into your face. His fingers flex so tight inside his gloves that the leather squeaks and he breathes in hard through his nose.
“Here?” Duncan looks about for a moment and when he looks back at you, you can believe he’s killed men with the blades he’s so renowned for. “Here, yes.” His voice drops to a low drawl and his unwavering gaze pins you in place.
“But in an hour? In two hours? I know where your chambers are, and I move just as quiet as you.”
The corners of your lips flare into an almost snarl as you lean close enough to feel his breath. Your eyes turn up to look at him, remembering that his tongue was in your cunt only hours before.
“And then what?”
Finally, his expression cracks just a little. A smirk pulls one corner of his lips.
“There are Sardaukar with less interest in danger than you.” His smile spreads. “I like it too much.”
You lean up on the balls of your feet and catch his bottom lip between your teeth. A restrained grunt leaves him and his eyes close. Still, he doesn’t move, hands folded. You think about following through on your earlier threat, but you don’t – it’s enough that he knows.
When you release him, Duncan’s dark lashes stay closed for a moment as he breathes, it shudders out of his chest when you pull back a step. He swallows thickly and you see the break in his composure, yet he’s still smiling. Carefully you back away.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Your nerves crackle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
“I’m willing to find out.”
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You know you have less than an hour, someone will be coming to relieve Duncan from his post shortly. But will he come straight here? Probably not. The rain still beats down relentlessly on the stone of the castle and your heart flutters, nerves pulled to an uncomfortable but exquisite edge. After a while you decide to change back into your sparring clothes, the better for speed.
Again, you won’t meet him on his terms.
Two am arrives, Duncan will no longer be at the Duke’s door. With the stealth of an assassin, you take the long route from your quarters to the training room, freezing momentarily in the doorway seeing pale yellow light pouring out into the dark corridor.
There’s no one inside. A solitary glowglobe hovers by the table, and the rain streams down the broad window in the far wall. Barefoot, you dart over to it and sweep your hand near the sensor, dulling the room into blackness. Why was it here?
In the almost pitch dark you hear a faint rumble of a laugh from the corridor. Of course. With your heart threatening to pound into your ribs you duck down behind the table and strain to listen.
Soft footsteps, slow, easy. You peer around the side of the slab of mahogany. Even in the near pitch the tall shape of Duncan standing in the middle of the training room is unmistakable. His linen shirt draped over his broad shoulders; hair pulled back in a loose bun. His formal uniform abandoned for now. Body poised with the stillness and power of a predator. The sound of the rain pours into the dense silence, and you can make out the side of his face as he turns. No time left.
At a leap you dart from behind the table, bolting through the door and out into the corridor at a life-or-death sprint, all the while trying to keep your footfalls soft. Your lead is just enough to swerve around the corner, back flush to the wall and thrust your foot out as he bolts for you; it hurts your ankle as his impacts it. But he doesn’t fall, he staggers, skidding and landing on his back foot and one hand with the eloquence of a dancer.
It’s too dark to properly see his face but you can hear the smile in his voice; “That’s a better play than hiding behind a door…”
You’re running again before he’s back on his feet, the tension of it wracking every nerve, honing you to an edge so focused you’ve never felt quite so alive. About twenty seconds pass before you notice the lack of sound behind you. He’s not following, at least…he’s not running.
The door to your chambers comes up fast, shooting a look either way down the empty hall you wrench the door open and close it softly behind you, eyes searching the gloom ahead of you.
A large hand closes tight on your mouth and the bottom half of your face, his arm bands around your waist and forearms, vicelike, and you inhale sharply.
“These chambers have two entry points, that is, if you leave them unlocked on purpose…” Duncan breathes a chuckle against your ear. He tilts your head back in his hand and his lips are on the side of your neck, a strong arm pulling your back flush to his broad body. The heat of his arousal juts against the small of your back through your clothes and you moan low and shameless into his hand, eyes rolled back.
The whole world melts away, as though the relentless rain on the stone outside were scouring you. The tension of the chase evaporating. When his hand slips down over your mouth your jaw hinges open to suck his fingers momentarily into your mouth. Duncan grunts and lifts you easily across the room to the bed, pinning you face down and burying his nose in your hair behind your ear, his stubble brushing your jaw, his body heavy on top of you.
For a long moment you both lay that way, breathing hard, the last of the sharp adrenaline tapering away to something sweeter but still taught.
“Did you let me catch you?” His voice is barely a whisper.
“No.”
“Good.”
With a hand on your hip he flips you onto your back, his whole weight pressing into you with ease, not insistence. Kissing him is as instinctual as breathing and contains none of the fight of the last few days. Soft, languid. His hands cup the back of your head and the nape of your neck. When he leans back to look down at you there is a glow in his hazel eyes, they move over your face – your swollen lips, the wide apertures of your dilated pupils. He gets that boyish smile, that infectious arrogance.
“Beautiful brat.”
You smile and grasp his hard cock through his pants, making him shudder a gasp. It’s thick in your hand as you stroke it through the fabric.
“Would you have stopped me if I tried to suck your cock outside the Duke’s door?”
“No.” He grins, biting his bottom lip. “No, I’m not that strong…” His face crumbles as your thumb circles the tip of him and he grunts. Your fingers loose his pants but he just keeps looking at your face in the low light, his thumbs brushing behind your ears, lips parted.
You are truly something else, something he’s never held before.
When you grip his thick, bare cock in your hand he exhales, pressing his forehead to yours. His pants shoved down, gone. The soft pads of your fingertips brush over his face, and again you’re looking at each other the same way. It’s endlessly soft, making a blush creep up your neck.
“Have you been like this since earlier?” You jab playfully, fingers teasing sticky precum around his swollen head. It takes him a second to answer.
“…Almost.” Duncan reaches up to grasp you by the jaw, hard, but still holding back. He’s so much bigger than you, physically your only edge against him is speed. Like this, he could break you in his hands and the idea shatters you, head lolling back so that his broad palm lays on your throat. He leaks over the back of your hand.
“Do you want me?” The tinge of vulnerability in his voice makes you look back at him, it touches something in you, more than the intoxicating game, the excitement of the battle. More than the exquisite shape of everything about him.
“Yes.” You utter gently. “Yes, yes more than anything…”
Your training slacks and underwear slip free of you with ease as Duncan wrenches them away, hands sliding beneath you to scoop you up off the bed as though you weigh nothing. Your back hits the chamber wall and you tangle around him, fingers coiled in his hair, legs wrapped tight to his waist. The kiss is fierce now, your teeth clash and his tongue presses hard into your mouth. One hand holds your thigh below your ass in a tight grip, with the other he reaches down between you to grip his cock, running it along the length of your sopping slit.
Involuntarily your eyes close and your mouth drops open.
“Look at me...” Duncan commands quietly and when you do his expression is unrelentingly focused, but somehow still soft. His teeth grit but he doesn’t so much as blink as the first inches of his thick cock slide between your soft lips and breach into your tight core. It’s like he’s trying to know every drop of sensation he gives you.
To the best of your ability you comply but your eyelids flutter, he’s stretching you wide open, pushing further, deeper. More than you’ve felt before. A soft whine leaves your throat as he fully sheathes himself in your cunt. The sheer presence of his body over you and the girth of him inside you addles your mind so divinely that you’re grasping him tighter with your legs, fingers balling in the back of his shirt.
A sheen of sweat shines on his forehead and he’s smirking softly, throbbing inside your body.
“Tell me, tell me what you want.”
The question itself makes your cunt clasp around him and he feels it, pushing until you feel his balls against your ass. No sense remains to you, you can barely form words.
“I want…more…please more, all of you. Ruin me.”
The hand that had been guiding him into you snares tight on the side of your narrow waist and through your hazy vision his expression turns as hard and driven as the relentless rain, as absolute as a military order.
“I will raze you until there is nothing left but me.”
He pushes you back against the wall so hard that your shoulders hurt. When he shunts his cock hard through your soft, tight cunt it shoves a gasp from your mouth. Duncan’s hips piston in short, deep strokes. A brutal staccato rhythm that echoes the movements of his lethal blade style.
There is a moment of exquisite pain, but it melts as the pleasure blossoms, your body undone around him, sopping and soft. Already your legs are barely able to grip him, your muscles gone to nothing but it doesn’t matter – Duncan holds you in place with ease and the air is forced from your chest as you fall helpless onto the girth of him over and over.
The room blurs, your head rolling against the wall.
“Look at me.” He rasps and the hand on your waist goes to your chin. Blearily your eyes refocus on his face. He pumps slower into you as he regains your gaze, drinking you in. That little smirk is on the corner of his lips, his hairline damp with sweat, a curl of dark hair falling in his face. Your hands slide up under his shirt to run over his honed chest, hooking around the backs of his wide shoulders.
His strokes become agonisingly slow. That same frenzy you had felt in the corridor and the training room in the last few days starts to run through your blood again, an excitement no one has ever elicited in you. Your fingernails rake his back and suddenly you’re struggling, shoving him away.
Duncan sheaths into you deep and stops.
“No more?” He asks, pausing. You shake your head frantically.
“No. No not that.” You try to make sense. “I want…I want…Fucking take it.” The last words come with the same cadence as they had in your previous session when he had commanded you to hand over your blade and you refused. Duncan understands perfectly, his expression becoming a thing of dark relish.
He doesn’t say a word. With no effort he captures both of your wrists and pins them to the stone above your head, his other hand beneath your ass. Now his strokes wind you, punching so hard and deep into your centre that there is nothing in the world but him. You test his grip on your wrists but it’s solid and something about being so held is sending you over the edge, eyes wide you look at Duncan – his brutal strokes tempered by that smile. Everything about the way he holds you, looks at you, fucks you, says; you are mine.
He feels you flutter around him, and a rasped torrent of pent-up longing pours out of him;
“Good…Good girl, now…Come now for me. I want to feel it. Fuck, I’m going to ruin you, I’ve wanted this for so long. You feel that? You feel me so deep in you? I’m going to fill you. I…”
The last word gets lost as Duncan tries to speak it. Your orgasm scatters you utterly, clenching him tight and rhythmically. His lips quiver open, eyes wide. With a guttering motion his thrusts become uneven, and a broken sigh chokes out of him. You feel the warm flush of his come flooding you totally, spilling out and down your thighs. He keeps fucking it into you with soft, wet sounds until his hips finally lay flush against your core and you are both gasping.
The sound of the rain floods into the quiet again, it takes him a second to release your hands but when he does you wrap your arms around him, exhausted, and he lifts you away from the wall, laying you back on the bed with his cock still inside you.
Everything is so still and soft, raw and tender. You think you could lay that way entwined with him forever if the sun did not insist on rising.
“Come with me.” He whispers, breaking the quiet and you look at him questioningly, pulling the hair back behind his ear.
“Where?”
“Arrakis, I fly out in a month.”
It’s a terrifying proposition, you gape. “Wouldn’t I be a liability?”
Duncan grins. “No. I can train you. You’ll be an asset.” Something glimmers in his eyes. “You’re fearless.” A warm sensation blooms in your chest, lost in his gaze.
“Yes, yes, yes…” You reply ardently, capturing his lips for a moment with yours. He pumps his softening cock gently in your sore, full cunt, making a mess of the bedsheets beneath you.
“That was a good move in the hallway, outside the training room.” He glows with pride. “You’ll be exceptional with a dagger soon - keep me on my toes.”
Your legs wrap around him and you smile, there are no words. Just the rain, just him, this night.
Tomorrow you begin training for a different world.
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Zawe Ashton, the star of new must-see period drama Mr Malcolm’s List, is the October cover
Wowee, Zawe! Miss Ashton is ripping up the Regency rule book in Hollywood’s Austen-esque Mr Malcolm’s List. Just don’t ask her about her own A-list Mr Darcy…
By Louis Wise
On a sweltering Friday night in London, The Soho Hotel is a surprising hive of big names. While the Booker Prize-winning author Howard Jacobson is in the doorway, Aquaman – aka Jason Momoa – passes around the back in a jaunty white beret. And, sitting in a corner of the restaurant, there’s Bridgerton’s Jonathan Bailey, whom Zawe Ashton waves to giddily when she walks in. ‘I do actually know Jonathan,’ says the 38-year-old actress once she’s plonked herself on the banquette next to me, ‘in case you think, “Oh! She’s bold!”’ She is wearing a black wrap dress, her hair simple and straight – all very low-key, except for the enormous ring, liberally encrusted with gems, on her wedding finger. This comes, I assume, courtesy of her equally starry fiancé – and father of her soon-to-be-born baby – actor Tom Hiddleston.
I had wondered which Ashton I’d get tonight – panicked that, what with an A-list partner, a superhero franchise job and a Broadway stint under her belt, she had been ironed out by the Tinseltown machine. But the smiley, huggy woman who has just swept across the restaurant, starting to say ‘Hiiiii!’ from a full 10 metres away, hardly seems to be some Garbo-like recluse. To be honest, the Hackney-raised star is always hard to miss. She can be monosyllabic, like Vod, her gloriously deadpan character in the cult sitcom Fresh Meat, or angsty like her ‘gallerina’ Josephina in Netflix’s Velvet Buzzsaw. Or she can be just a normal, serene, very adult adulterer, like her Emma in the recent West End and Broadway revival of Harold Pinter’s Betrayal – yes, the one where she met Hiddleston. But large-eyed, large-laughed, larger-than-life, she certainly can’t be ignored. Even less so when you consider that she is an actor-writer-director-activist – everything but the kitchen sink.
Ashton’s first ever job was on the kids’ TV show Jackanory when she was six. Since then, she has written several plays, including For All the Women Who Thought They Were Mad; she has directed short films and developed TV series; she had a phase of doing performance poetry (‘before it was cool’); and she has inevitably published her own book, Character Breakdown, which details her many travails in the showbiz industry. This summer, you’ll have spotted her in Maryland, a harrowing BBC drama by Lucy Kirkwood, exploring violence against women. And next year sees her in her biggest role to date, playing the (as yet unnamed) villain in the ultra-feminist new Marvel instalment, The Marvels. If she doesn’t always take the easy route, if she’s always fought to get her voice heard, you get the impression she generally tends to win.
‘I’ve been saying no to work that I didn’t feel was right for me, or right for the world, since I was about 12,’ she says, halfway through a dinner of fish and chips with mushy peas followed by a summery posset. This seriousness is offset by a very daffy and Tiggerish enthusiasm: ‘Excuse me,’ Ashton later says over the posset, beckoning a waiter. ‘I’m just triple-checking that I can eat the flowers on this.’ ‘Oh yes,’ replies the waiter happily – a relief for all of us, as Ashton has already scoffed them. ‘Do you see how I asked that after eating them?’ she sighs. ‘Other personality types would wait for that guy to come along first. I’m like, “Er, am I gonna die shortly?”’ It would obviously have been awful if Ashton had died, mid-interview, done in by a decorative flower garnish – but I rather think she would have relished the drama.
We’re here first and foremost to discuss Mr Malcolm’s List, which has clearly benefited from the Bridgerton effect. An adaptation of Suzanne Allain’s 2009 novel, it’s an Austen mash-up, where the two main romantic leads – Sope Dirisu’s Jeremy Malcolm and Freida Pinto’s Selina Dalton – have a Darcy-and-Lizzie-style romance, while Ashton’s character, Julia, comes across as a particularly hoity-toity post Emma Woodhouse, whose machinations and manoeuvrings end in a sweet self-reckoning. The familiarity of the tropes is offset by the casting, which, as in Bridgerton, is exhilaratingly diverse. Julia is, Ashton smiles, ‘a little Regency terroriser’. She is also, for long stretches of the movie, the baddie, as she strives to punish Jeremy for cold-shouldering her.
Is Ashton on a villain trip right now? She cocks her head. ‘I think that’s probably a phase I’ve always been in – certainly the outsider phase.’ She then tweaks her answer: ‘I’ve always played outliers, and that’s great. I think it’s where you can move the needle the most.’ Yet when pressed as to why she tends to play an outsider, or outlier, she demurs. Perhaps it’s too on the nose.
Zawedde Emma ‘Zawe’ Ashton was born in Hackney, to teachers Paul and Victoria: Paul from Britain, Victoria originally from Uganda. She is the eldest of three and her first name means ‘princess’ in Swahili. The young Zawe sounds particularly precocious, always encouraged to read and express herself; she recalls devouring Margaret Atwood’s The Robber Bride aged 11, which, she admits now, was probably far too young. (‘Is there arson? I remember there being arson.’) During her teenage years, Hackney rapidly gentrified. She does not view herself as part of that wave. ‘I remember when it happened,’ she says. ‘When lots of people who looked like they worked on The Big Breakfast descended on your postcode. They’d be knocking on people’s doors, looking through windows, asking when they were thinking of moving. We called them the Shark Fins because they all had that little shark-fin haircut – remember?’ (The capital remains her true home, although she’s light on current specifics, settling on the description: ‘I’m London-ish.’)
Her parents always supported her artistic ambitions. She signed up for acting classes at the illustrious Anna Scher Theatre in Islington and was soon working professionally alongside her school studies. But the standout family tidbit is a nugget on the internet that says her grandfather Paulo Muwanga was the president of Uganda. ‘Oh gurl, don’t go there,’ she mugs, full Drag Race-style. ‘He was actually acting president [for a few weeks]. I’m not like one of the Obama girls.’ Ashton mostly remembers him as ‘a very old, lovely grandpa’, who died when she was young. But, as a child, Ashton spent many summers in Uganda and still feels close to her heritage. ‘There’s a lot of strength in having a duality,’ she muses. ‘We’re finally seeing that more and more now as something to be celebrated. When I was younger, that wasn’t the case.’
Ashton has spoken about being ‘badly bullied’ at school when acting work gave her a profile. ‘I was this tall, skinny misfit who was unapologetic about the things I was passionate about. I had a sense of who I was and what I was into – and you’re not supposed to have that. You’re just supposed to blend in,’ she told The Daily Telegraph in 2019. The feeling of being targeted as an outsider continued when, as a young adult, she signed up for drama school in Manchester. ‘It was rough,’ she says. ‘They break you down.’ Why? ‘I think they saw my keenness, my enthusiasm…’ Her fashion sense, for starters, was ‘experimental’, she grins. ‘Carrie Bradshaw on acid. I remember, for one of the first club nights I went to in Manchester, I found this long, oversized, stripy silk dress with a massive bow on the side, and I had a huge yellow visor with another bow. Basically like I was going to Ascot in the 1980s.’ It went down ‘amazing’, she promises. ‘Sometimes I’d go to college dressed as a cheerleader.’ A pause. ‘Did I go as Snow White one time?’
She sighs. ‘I don’t know why, but sometimes they really want to wash you out.’ This continued even when she started working full-time. Right after Fresh Meat, Ashton had in mind to create a show similar to HBO’s Girls, which Lena Dunham wrote, starred in and directed, but instead she got lost in ‘developmental hell’. ‘There was just this weird resistance. And bullying. Bullying, demeaning, gaslighting… I was yelled at by one producer because I was questioning something about my own work.’ I venture cautiously that, to some, Ashton might just have been too much of a multi-hyphenate. ‘Yep,’ she says immediately. ‘We didn’t do that kind of thing here until the success of things like I May Destroy You or Fleabag.’
All this has made her extra eager to help others. During one episode of Fresh Meat, she struck up a conversation with a young bit-part actor. ‘I could see he was committed, clear-eyed about what he wanted to do,’ she says. ‘And so I gave him my number.’ Not long after, the actor texted Ashton to ask if she would write him a recommendation letter for his American visa, which she did. ‘And then, 10 years later, I turned on Bridgerton and…’ The actor was Regé-Jean Page. Ashton doesn’t take any credit for that (and she has texted him to check he’s OK with her telling the story) but she does think people should give each other a hand. ‘We don’t fuel the fire of genuine enthusiasm in the UK,’ she sighs. ‘It’s like, “Don’t get ideas above; stay calm; it’s not that good.” I appreciate that, because I’m London through and through – I love that acerbic quality and I love that edge. But it can be really damaging.’
Six years ago, Ashton moved to Margate to focus on her book, Character Breakdown, which is a play on words: a ‘character breakdown’ is the short description of a part an actor tends to get with a script – but it also means, obviously, a bit of personal disintegration. Unsurprisingly, during more than 30 years of pretending to be other people, Ashton has experienced both, as she details grimly and hilariously in the book, listing encounters with lecherous directors, callous agents, scary celebrity stylists and more. We laugh several times about how miserable she makes the industry sound. She also calls the book her ‘novel’ a lot, which I raise my eyebrows at a little sceptically. ‘Well, it’s a fictionalised memoir,’ she admits. ‘“Unconventional memoir” is what the publishing house recommended we call it.’
Margate was, she says, a conscious step back from acting, a way ‘to write myself out of the toxicity’, as she puts it. ‘I didn’t want to audition, I didn’t want to have lattes with people that went nowhere. I just thought, “I have to go and live by the sea and see what all the people who don’t act have been doing for a long time, and how they’ve been making themselves happy.” And then of course it didn’t work out, because I got bloody Velvet Buzzsaw.’ Dan Gilroy’s art-world horror satire, where Ashton’s Josephina ends up in a twisted romance with Jake Gyllenhaal’s cold-fish art critic, is exactly the kind of offbeat work Ashton wanted to do. So she went to LA to film it, published the book, and then got offered Betrayal, which came about after ‘Tom and I had done a reading together of the central scene, at a gala for Harold Pinter’s birthday’. Cut to four-or-so years later: here she is, engaged to Hiddleston and pregnant, too. But that’s pretty much the only time she’ll say his name.
Ashton and Hiddleston rarely speak publicly about their relationship, and reports suggest they got together during the play. Their first red carpet as a couple was last September, then in March this year to signal their engagement. But for the Mr Malcolm’s List premiere in June, Ashton appeared alone, visibly pregnant, and glittering in an embellished tulle dress by Sabina Bilenko. Recently, Hiddleston offered a full three words on the subject: ‘I’m very happy.’ Today, Ashton offers a few more, to the same effect. I congratulate her on her big news. ‘Thanks,’ she beams. ‘It’s wonderful.’ I’d read somewhere that she’d always wanted children. ‘I know,’ she acknowledges, grimacing. ‘I used to talk about it all the time in interviews – it was really unsuitable.’ Has she learnt the art of discretion now? ‘I’ve got to learn it,’ she says, with a groan.
Having a baby is another knotty decision in the life of an actress. ‘You’re told, “Don’t get pregnant” but also “Don’t leave it too long” because then you’re going to be an old maid. I’ve been prehistoric in this industry since I was 25,’ she says drily. ‘The mixed messaging is rough and has to be addressed.’ She hadn’t felt stressed by her biological clock ticking: ‘It was just suddenly this self-permission comes over you that goes against all that messaging.’
I ask about her red carpet announcement, but the drawbridge comes up. ‘I don’t want to talk about my personal life,’ she says, politely but firmly. ‘I didn’t feel like I had to do anything,’ she clarifies, but ‘it felt like [the pregnancy news] happened in the right way. [It is a] really, really, vital moment where we’re talking about women and their autonomy when it comes to their bodies.’ The Roe v Wade reversal had been announced just days before, and she had no desire to ‘be cute’ about it. ‘I’m not into “announcements” or “reveals”,’ she adds. ‘I’m into trying to carry the narrative as much as possible myself, rather than anyone else feeling like they have an exclusive on my body.’
At Anna Scher, Ashton says, ‘you were never allowed to use the words “fame” or “star”. They were swear words.’ She plainly approves – so she’s not a star in any way? ‘Gimme a break!’ Is she a bit like Adele, who has famously kept her privacy quite well? ‘I cannot put myself in the same privacy conversation as Adele. But…’ She pauses. ‘I think it’s like any choice. You make it and then do it as much as you can.’ I conclude by complimenting her ring. ‘Thank you,’ she smiles again. ‘And the wedding plans?’ I tease. She cringes. ‘Please don’t.’
On Broadway, Ashton pursued what she jokingly calls her ‘Zawessance – which no one asked for, by the way’, she honks. She signed with new acting reps she felt more aligned with. ‘I said, “Look: just send me the names of fledgling directors who are from under-represented backgrounds.” I felt that’s where I’d be of most use.’ And she has apparently followed that to the letter, with Maryland, The Marvels and, yes, Mr Malcolm’s List.
Growing up, Ashton loved Austen but there was always an assumption that she would never feature in those stories. ‘You just accept the status quo,’ she muses. ‘There’s this very strange acceptance that is definitely tinged with sadness.’ It’s weird, she says. ‘You don’t necessarily realise how long you’ve been locked out until you see the pendulum swing.’ There is certainly a swing now, though – and when I ask if she worries it could be a trend, she is categorical: ‘This is where Bridgerton comes in – because the language this industry understands is money.’
She recently went back to her old drama school in Manchester to address the students. ‘I can see that opportunities for so many under-represented students are suddenly there. I don’t worry about them the way I worried for myself – and that’s really lovely. Systemic racism isn’t going anywhere fast. But they can imagine themselves in huge franchises, in the new Netflix show, in the lead in West End theatres.’
Persuasion, by the way, is Ashton’s favourite Austen to read. She also adores the Emma film starring Gwyneth Paltrow, and Clueless, its ’90s Californian cousin. But ‘I’m not really a Pride and Prejudice girl’, she frowns. Not into Darcy? ‘No, too austere. People love that. I know friends who are like, “I love how emotionally unavailable you are.” I’m like, “Oh gawd!”’ Those seeking a tidbit could read in that a hint as to what she likes in Hiddleston. But it could also apply to her relationship with the acting industry, which has long been her Mr Darcy: infuriating her, misunderstanding her, undervaluing her worth. She seems to have a handle on it now, although she has said she’ll quit acting a few times. She chuckles sanguinely at this.
‘It’s the same as with marriage, isn’t it? You divorce multiple times in a long marriage: as long as you never want to do it at the same time, you’ll probably be all right.’ She’s clearly in it for the long haul.
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FORREAL ABOUT THE PAUL/DUNCAN FIC THO LIKE WHER IS IT 👀🔎 THE WHOLE ASS TIME I WAS WATCHING THE MOVIE I WAS LIKE 'OSHIT I BET THE FIC FOR THESE TWO LOSERS IS GONNA BE SO GÜD"
IKR?? This ship has everything!
Size difference
Age difference
Forbidden teacher/student relationship
Forbidden lord/vassal relationship
Undying devotion
The Voice
Jason Momoa
You bet your ass I went straight to AO3 as soon as I got home from the theater, but not only were there just a handful of fics, they were all, let’s say... not to my standards. However, I checked back again last night and found that we had finally been blessed with a few gems! If anyone wants recs, I’m linking those fics below.
Ravens in the Wait by foxflowering Words: 5600
Paul is young, impressionable; not quite a boy, yet not quite a man, still vulnerable to the whispering of witches. The gnashing of falcons. The circling of vultures. The grasping of Harkonnen harriers. Prey. He has the look of prey, and Duncan regrets it. (But fuck, he must be a bad man — because he covets it. He does.)
Would You Ever by ipsilateral Words: 1850
"I thought," Paul eventually says, "I just thought I'd have more time." He says this in what he probably thinks is a somber way but is mostly petulant. Still – those in service of the Atreides have usually tended toward indulging Paul, which is why Duncan asks, "More time for what?" "You know." "Do I?"
Will of the Weak by kuro49 Words: 1500
Paul on edge is an open book with writing scribbled out along the margins and stories untold spilling out by the cracked worn spine. There are years in him that he has never lived. There are years in him Duncan will never live to see. He has long since made peace with that. Paul tries a different command: "—Kneel." It's why Duncan gets down on both knees even when there is none of that bone-settling need to comply.
Messiah by eldritcher Words: 4100
“I dreamed of you." There was no shame in the boy's confession. He held Duncan's gaze, frank as no lord's get should be, and the candour of his gaze held back no secrets. Had the Baron Harkonnen once led men to his bed by mere virtue of a coy glance? The boy did not know the inappropriateness of what he was doing. If the Duke knew, if the concubine knew- His frankness was not the boldness of the House Atreides, or the wiles of the Bene Gesserit. It was his own, and its like Duncan had heard of only once before. Men had been unable to resist the Baron. Duncan looked away from the trap of the boy's sharp gaze.
The Burning From Within by th_esaurus Words: 5200
It wasn’t that Paul had never much noticed Duncan before now. Far from it: he was raised as a princeling in all but title, and often suffered from the bluntness that was his birthright, but he was neither myopic nor entirely selfish as a child. He liked his flock of grown-up mentors, liked their company and knowledge, considered them dear friends and surrogate fathers in the moments his own was absent through politics. Duncan was foremost among this troupe, a sturdy hand to hold and a bright guiding light. But when he was around thirteen, Paul felt that Duncan’s presence took on a weight that had never afflicted it before.
#fic recs#dune#duncan idaho#paul atreides#puncan spice#asked#there are still almost no fics that feature The Voice#and that is a crime#liz I'm looking directly at you#👀#will you take a gifset as a bribe#asking for a friend
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Prince Caspian
Hello, loves!
Would anyone be interested in reading about Prince Caspian from the Narnia series/books/franchise? I've recently been rewatching The Chronicles of Narnia movies and of course I (like a lot of people) have always had a big fat crush on Ben Barnes.
Not to mention the fact that Ben Barnes lives rent free in my head as one of my face claims for young Sirius Black. And truthfully, Ben recently has been popping up as a face claim for me as post Azkaban Sirius. I just think it works. I love Gary and all but you know, it's fiction. We can change things up. Anyway, enough of my disgusting crush on boys with big dark eyes.
*cough* Eddie Munson *cough* Samwise Gamgee *cough* literally most Kpop idols *cough* Jason Momoa* cough* Tony Stark *cough* The Weasley Twins *cough* Idris Elba *cough* Captain Jack Sparrow... *cough*
Whew, damn. Anyone got a lozenge? My allergies must be acting up. Or perhaps it's just me choking on the shred of dignity that I clearly do not have.
Anyway.
Of course, I am still working my way through content and requests for Top Gun Maverick and Stranger Things (and will continue to do so) . As well as taking my time to revisit Harry Potter content and Kpop content BUT I try to hone in when the inspiration hits! So if you've got a request for Caspian please don't be shy! Hit up the ask box because I would love to hear and get some content out for him!
Thank you again, my loves.
I hope you are doing well.
Love, K
Also, please enjoy some Caspian to brighten your day.
#prince caspian#ben barnes#chronicles of narnia#narnia#just look at those eyes#i'm deceased#it's ok though#i died well#dark eyes will be the death of me... and I will embrace that death as an old friend
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How Timothée Chalamet Channeled The Blockbuster Pressure of Leading Denis Villeneuve’s ‘Dune’ Back Into His Role – Venice Q&A
DEADLINE: In a few days Dune will premiere at the Venice Film Festival. You first met Denis Villeneuve about the role in May 2018 and started shooting in the early half of 2019. It was always going to be a long journey, but the pandemic stretched it even further. How does it feel to have finally arrived at this moment?
TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET: You know, I like to think that with every film I’ve done, whether it’s Call Me by Your Name or Beautiful Boy, The King, or Little Women, the character you play is almost a piece of your flesh. And that’s always true, but simply from the perspective of how long the shoot for Dune was, and also the arc that Paul Atreides is on, as well as the huge love and almost biblical connection that so many people have for the book and the original film, it really felt… tectonic, if that’s the right word for it. Just getting to this finish line feels like: phew.
And independent of what the film is now, and what it has become, the experience of making it was I was put in such a safe environment, which you can never take for granted as a human, as an actor, but especially when you’re just starting your career, and when this is the first film of this size you’ve ever done.
To get to work with Denis on it, to get to work with someone of his caliber, let alone on a book that he considers the book of his youth and one of the things he has connected to the most… When he would have it in his hands on set, his body language would become that of a fan; of a kid who had fallen in love with the book at home in Montreal. And when all the kids around him were wearing hockey jerseys with their favorite players’ names on the back, this was a kid wearing a jersey that said ‘Spielberg’ on the back.
For it all to come together, especially with the added challenge of the pandemic, it has all combined to make this moment feel especially spicy [laughs].
DEADLINE: The entire ensemble will show up in Venice.
CHALAMET: Right. And I just can’t believe it; Jason Momoa has the number one film on Netflix right now with Sweet Girl, which I just watched. And since we shot, Zendaya has had all this success with Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. Just to be part of this cast, period, let alone as one of the title characters, it’s really the shit you dream of.
And let me not forget, too—and I know I’ve told you this before—that The Dark Knight was the movie that made me want to act. That movie had a score by Hans Zimmer, and he has done the score for Dune. And it’s almost not what you’d think. It’s totally appropriate and excellent for the movie, but he has somehow managed to do something subversive, in my opinion. It’s a pinch-me moment all over.
DEADLINE: So, take me back to the start. Is it true you had a Google alert set up to track the latest news on this project before you were ever cast?
CHALAMET: Yeah, it’s true [laughs]. Not right away—Legendary had the rights and was developing it—but as soon as Denis got involved, I set up a Google alert and that’s when I got the book.
In total honesty, I think my understanding of Dune at that point was from a graphic novel I’d seen at Midtown Comics when I was shopping for Yu-Gi-Oh! cards when I was about 10. The year you and I first met, when I was there at Deadline Contenders with Call Me by Your Name, that would have been 2017 or early 2018, and Denis was there with Blade Runner. I remember I was trying to put myself in front of him as much as possible and set up a meeting with him. We had a night at the BAFTA where one of my good friends, Stéphane Bak—who’s also an actor—saw Denis across the room and was like, “Hey buddy, he’s right over there.” So, we went over to talk to him. I kept trying to put myself in front of him, but I didn’t really get a sense of the possibility [of working with him].
I was about halfway through the book when I got the call that he was going to be the president of the jury at the Cannes Film Festival, and I was in London prepping The King. He asked me if I could come out there, so I quickly busted through the second half of the book as best I could. So, like, the first half of my copy is properly annotated and full of my thoughts, and then the second half I just raced through. And then I had that meeting with him, and it was such a joy.
I’m struggling with this even now, as I’m working with Paul King [on Wonka], because he’s another guy I have huge respect and admiration for, and it’s hard to feel on a level. Not that you ever are, because as an actor you’re a cog in the machine, and you’ve got to be humble to the vision of the director. But with Denis, he was pacing around the room, throwing ideas around, in some fancy suite in Cannes, and all I could think was that a year before I was just sat on a stoop on 9th Street in the East Village or something.
DEADLINE: Was that your first time in Cannes?
CHALAMET: Yeah. Well, bizarrely, my sister would do dance camps growing up. Ballet intensive programs in a town called Mougins, which is nearby Cannes, so I spent a lot of time there growing up, but never during the festival, and not on the Riviera. To get to be there for the festival was just nuts. I went to see the Romain Gavras movie, I think, and it was just a huge joy.
I got attached [to the role in Dune] a couple of months after that, and it was nerve-wracking from the announcement, because like I said before, the fans of the book, and the fans of David Lynch version, the computer game, and everything, there’s so much love and strength of feeling. And so much of our pop culture and films and books have been derived from Dune, and all the philosophy the book. I’ve been shocked to learn how many people have a next-level connection to the book. I compare it to how our generation grew up with Harry Potter, and that one makes sense to me. But it’s cool to see with Dune also, when you actually sit down and read it… It’s not that it’s a quote-unquote “hard read” or anything, but it’s not made to be consumed easily, I think that’s fair to say.
So, I was grateful to be working on something of this size not only with Denis Villeneuve leading it, who between Polytechnique, Incendies and Prisoners had nailed the smaller indie film across languages, and then had nailed Arrival and Blade Runner, but who, in his own words, he didn’t feel he’d made his greatest film yet. But also, to be working with this cast. I don’t know if there’s some nightmare version of a film where a young lead is not supported by the rest of his cast, where every one of them had been the leads in their own huge projects. But on this, everyone was there to support, and I think it’s because we all wanted to be foot soldiers for Denis, and I think we understood the potential, based on the script by Eric Roth, Jon Spaihts and Denis, that this could be something really special.
DEADLINE: I don’t have a connection to Dune; this movie is really my first experience of the story. What strikes me is this is clearly an enormous universe—a broad canvas being painted with various families and factions and politics and mythos—but that ultimately it comes down to very elemental, human themes, and we feel them through this character you play, Paul Atreides. Did those themes help ground the experience for you?
CHALAMET: Yes, and I would give the credit entirely to Denis. He would constantly say on set that he had some opposing drumbeat or something. In my diminished intellectual standing, I didn’t understand it, but it was like some vision for the movie based on how biblical the book is that tries to tackle so much that it doesn’t tackle anything. I think he felt the need to be close to a character in it, and Paul is that guy in the book. He’s a character that is still in formation, like a lump of clay, which makes him a great figure for the audience to mirror off.
It speaks, I think, to Denis’ premonition and his directing ability that there were times when we’d move on from a shot or move on from a scene, and I swear, literally, we’d go back because Denis wanted to get something over my shoulder, or push in on my reaction, just to make sure [it stayed on Paul].
And again, it’s something where I’m pinching myself. I had the best time on Interstellar, and that was one of my favorite films I’ve ever worked on, but it was very much something where I was aware of when I had the opportunity to do real acting. And on a movie like Dune, again, one could think it would get lost in the scale and scope. But I felt every day like my plate was full.
DEADLINE: One of those themes is fear, and Paul must overcome his to become the person he needs to be. When you are number one on the call sheet on a project of this scale, and the cast list reads like an address book of Hollywood in the 21st century, and Legendary has injected hundreds of millions of dollars into this production, and it’s all falling on your shoulders, I have to imagine fear is a theme you can readily relate to.
CHALAMET: Oh yeah, and they can bleed into each other for sure—not to diminish the other work that goes in. It’s great when your life experience can inform the role. That’s not at all to say I’m on some crusade in the universe or anything, but definitely… And I had that same good fortune with The King I think. My life is not nearly as significant or as exciting as Paul or Prince Hal, but we all share an unwitting needle in the haystack feeling. On The King that feeling was because I was so new to having a career. On Dune it’s because of, as you say, just feeling the pressure of the hugeness of the project in all those different ways. Those things can absolutely inform each other.
And then there are the moments of glee that come, too, like seeing Jason Momoa running at you at a hundred miles an hour, or just getting to shoot the shit with Josh Brolin, or getting to do a scene with Oscar Isaac. I felt so supported, whether it was Rebecca Fergusson or Charlotte Rampling. When Zendaya came, it was a total breath of fresh air, and she’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. I just got really lucky, and I can’t wait to see them all in Venice.
Denis split the book in half, and the hope is a second movie will get a greenlight. That’d expand Zendaya’s role in the story.
CHALAMET: Definitely, Chani will play a huge role in the next film. I don’t know if there’s a script yet, but just based on the book, along with Lady Jessica [Rebecca Fergusson], they have a lot to do together, let’s put it like that. And Zendaya was incredible in this movie; the moment she pulls the mask down, it felt properly showstopping and powerful. I was hiding behind the camera, counting my lucky starts, because I was there in month two of the shoot and here was a total powerhouse just coming in for the first time.
And as I said before, this was before I’d seen Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. She’s doing such incredible work and is just trailblazing her own path, and she’s so, so cool. She also happens to be in the most-watched trailer of the moment, too, for Spider-Man: No Way Home. I cannot wait for that movie, and I was there, by the way, with everybody else, clicking through the trailer frame by frame looking for clues [laughs].
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It's almost been a year and I'm past the point of caring if someone wants to call me a "Snyder-stan" or whatever (because if you criticize his work without making weird and downright mean-spirited theories about his personal character [such as that he hates his mother or caused his own daughter's s/uic/ide], you must be a mindless stan, am I right?).
I've ranted about this several times, but I just will never get over the fact that Justice League (2017) never had to be the disaster it was. What had happened, however, to make it so was this odd hatred for Snyder. An odd hatred that was so strong that WB chose Joss Whedon to do routine reshoots at a time when Snyder was grieving such a terrible loss.
I only have a basic understanding of how reshoots work (and any filmmakers reading this are free to correct me), but from my limited understanding, reshoots are done just to fine-tune things that are already finished. Reshoots are done to make sure everything is how the filmmaker wants it to be. As a writer, I see it as something similar to the process many of us go through: We write our story and then we put it away for a while. We then let a select few trusted peers take a look and make their suggestions before getting back to work on it and changing what we feel needs to be changed before a wider audience gets to see it. Whedon was only ever supposed to look at the completed work and fine tune what was done, and from my understanding, there was work Snyder had not completed that he was supposed to finish for him. Instead of doing that, Whedon cut a lot of what was planned, and removed a lot of things that the Snydercut was later praised for. He abused the cast, especially Ray Fisher, and would later defend himself for it by calling him a "bad actor." He threatened Gal Gadot's career and then claimed she didn't understand him due to a language barrier. And he did all of this for what? To take someone else's work and make it an Avengers (2012) knockoff?
Like all of this alone is enough to make even just a casual moviegoer with basic morals uncomfortable (at the very least), but I think what bothers me, personally, is how online critics (who tend to be the loudest critics and the ones WB seems to pay the most attention to) continue to handle the whole thing.
Let me be clear that I understand and even align with most rational criticisms of both Man of Steel and BvS. And I honestly didn't give much thought to who directed either of them until the harsh vitriol began to be thrown Snyder's way. To call me a "stan" is laughable. And I feel like there's an irony in the fact that some of the most popular online personalities gained more popularity in defending problematic media such as Twilight, but went all in on their hatred for these movies along with their fans. I'm not saying that the fandom for these movies is not without its weirdos. No fandom is. But it is funny that when the conversation of the fandom's behavior was brought up, fans of marginalized groups who enjoyed the movies were completely erased from the conversation while this narrative that only "straight white fanboys" were fans of the movies was pushed and thus became widely believed.
And again, this is not me saying that Snyder is perfect. I don't know him. He could be an asshole for all I know. All I know is what people who have worked with him, particularly people of color, have said in interviews. I understand that one Brown man and one Black man do not speak for all people of color, but it says a lot that both Jason Momoa and Ray Fisher have nothing but kind things to say about Snyder and their experiences working for him. And it speaks volumes that both Aquaman's and Cyborg's characters were given a lot more depth in his version of the film. On the flip side, both actors (especially Fisher) spoke out against Whedon, which was followed by several women he worked with in the past speaking out against his treatment of them as well. And while a good number of online personalities did write and create videos about this, I failed to see even a fraction of the same passion that was aimed towards the hatred of Snyder that went beyond just normal film criticism, and once again, fans of color were largely ignored when we pointed out the imbalance of it all.
But to top it all off, the reaction of many of these online personalities was to...just...double down on their hatred towards the franchise and the people who enjoy it. Many of them were blatantly dishonest suggesting and outright saying that the Snydercut was 'practically the same movie' as the 2017 version save for a few effects and added scenes. In what world is a two hour movie and a four hour movie 'practically the same'?
I would never ask anyone to force themselves to like a movie. That's just plain silly and a number of my mutuals here don't like Snyder's DCEU movies, and I can joke about it with them. Despite writing about this often, it's not that deep for me. And when a mutual posts about a movie I don't particularly enjoy, I mostly just scroll past and go about my business. What bothers me is the misplaced rage in this mess of a situation. Disliking or even hating a movie is fine, but said dislike and hatred should never have led to Snyder's character being attacked (and in a time when more people are speaking out every day about the abuse they endure from men in power, I think it's fair to point out that a number of people have spoken out against Whedon, but not one person [yet] has anything negative to say about working with Snyder). And it should never have led to this amount of bad faith and plain dishonesty within circles of criticism.
I could say a lot more, but I'm too tired to go any further for now.
#zack snyder's justice league#zack snyder#anti-joss whedon#justice league#dceu#wb#wb critical#warner bros#anti-wb#anti-warner bros#ray fisher#jason momoa#racism#sexism
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Show Night
Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader
Word count: 1.446
Warnings: Pure fluff. Competitiveness. Blurting. Hidden relationship. A little teasing. Embarassment.
Author’s note: This is a prequel to Game Night
Thank you @radaofrivia for your inspiration, motivation and for guiding me <3
Go read her stories here: Rada’s Masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.
MASTERLIST
Feedback is appreciated.
“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special treat for all of you. We have the entire Justice League here with us. Please give a warm welcome to Gal Gadot, Ben Affleck, Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa, Ray Fisher and Ezra Miller.”
The entire audience clapped. There were whistling, some were screaming at the top of their lungs. You were cheering just as loud. Watching your handsome boyfriend walk out and wave to everyone. A relaxed smile spread on his lips when his eyes landed on you.
You were at the Graham Norton show. Sitting on the front row. No one knew who you were except the man who owned your body, heart, and soul, and now also Graham Norton and his crew. The producers had wanted you to stay backstage, but you had been adamant on wanting to sit in the audience and watching the show live. They had relented in the end if you promised not to cause a ruckus, which you had sworn.
Graham starts asking questions about the Zack Snyder’s Justice League, and at some point the engagement ring for Amy Adams’ character ‘Lois Lane’ comes into the conversation.
“Did you in fact choose that ring yourself, Henry?” Graham asked and motioned to the monitor behind him, showing a closeup of the ring.
“I didn’t. I actually have no clue where it comes from,” Henry chuckled, his eyes searching for you. You could see he was a little nervous, as he was fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket. You put your hand on your chest and crossed your fingers.
It was your secret sign for him. A sign of your devotion to him, as you had promised to always be there for him. The idea came to you while watching your favourite anime show ‘Fairy Tail’.
“If you ever become nervous or need a reminder, then look towards me or the camera if I am not there. I will you show you this sign,” you had crossed your fingers over your heart, “Even if you can’t see me, no matter how far away you may be, I will always be watching over you.”(1)
It had been a day where Henry had had a long day filled with interviews right at the beginning of your relationship. He hadn’t wanted to ask you to come, which was the reason why you hadn’t attended, thinking he wanted to work in peace. He proceeded to come home and went directly for your lap, falling asleep in 0.2 seconds, and you had asked him to bring you with him to work, as you, an author, could work anywhere.
“… I think it is about time he finds himself a girlfriend, a woman to spend his life with,” Jason’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Henry squirming more than before. His jaw was tense as he was forcing a laugh. You felt his pain and wished you could sit next to him and squeeze his hand in yours.
“I have a lot of single friends, Supes. Say the word and I’ll introduce you,” Jason smacked Henry’s thighs with the biggest grin on his bearded face. It may have sounded like a joke to the audience but Henry knew that Jason wasn’t teasing.
“I don’t think my girlfriend will like that you’re playing matchmaker, brother,” Henry smiled. All the actors’ faces fell, even Jason was gobsmacked as his jaw dropped to the floor.
Then Henry noticed what he had just said. His head turned towards you with a look of utter shock. He had just blurted out that he wasn’t single anymore, without having consulted you. Your heart was racing, your secret had been revealed. In some way, it felt like a heavy stone having been lifted from your shoulders.
You didn’t know whether to scold him for not asking you to make your relationship public or to laugh at the horror he was sporting on that handsome face of his. You opted for the second choice, the people around you followed suit and started laughing and cheering.
“Well, you heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Henry Cavill is officially off the market,” Graham announced to the camera. “Now, Henry, you have to tell us how you two met.”
“We… eh… met through mutual friends. They were having a game night, and we ended up being paired together for charades,” Henry smiled at the memory. Looking at you, making you fall even more in love with him. Jason and the others noticed where Henry was looking and started shouting for you to join the group.
“Oh yes, please she must join us for the next part of the fun,” Graham pleaded.
Ray and Ezra both stood and went to stand at the edge of the stage. Each man gallantly offered a hand, which you took and was led towards the sofa. Jason moved to make space for you and was wearing a big grin, his eyes shining with glee.
After the rounds of introduction and you told what your occupation was, Graham went to introduce the little quiz game he had conjured. You were each given a button that made a sound. Yours sounded like a pig snorting, while Henry’s was a howling wolf.
“So, the winner gets to take home whatever is underneath this piece of cloth,” Graham said after he had told you the rules. He motioned to the covered box next to him.
“Everyone ready?” he asked. All the actors and yourself said yes. Henry was leaning a little forward, to be ready to push his button.
“First question: Who are the original members of the Justice League?”
You pushed your button faster than anyone, while Henry pushed his so hard it nearly flew off the table.
“Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, Superman and Green Lantern,” you told Graham. (2)
“Go girly,” Gal cheered for you. She leaned forward and raised her hand for a high five, which you returned.
“Correct! Question number two: What is the Green Lantern oath?”
*Oink oink*
Again you were the fastest. Everyone watched as Henry let out an annoyed huff, but his face showed nothing but absolute happiness.
“In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil’s might Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light. (3)” You quoted.
You felt the other actors starring at you. Jason gave you a side hug and told you that Henry had found not only a beautiful woman but also an impressive one and that he was damn lucky to have you. You had smiled back and felt yourself being pulled back towards Henry’s side. He held a protective arm around you the remaining of the show.
“Seriously, Cavill. Don’t want to compete with your girl?” Jason asked teasingly.
“I’ll gladly just lean back and let her have her time in the light. Besides, I’m already winning because she’s with me,” Henry smiled proudly at you. You heard the entire audience all go ‘awwwwwwwww’, so did the actors and Jason went between you and Henry to hug both of you.
“Third question: In what year was the first Justice League comic book published?”
Again you were quick to push the button.
“Depending on whether you’re talking about the first time they appeared all together which was in The Brave and the Bold #28 (4) and published in 1959, while their very first own comic book series was published in late 1960.” (5)
Henry raised his eyebrows, clearly dazzled by your vast knowledge.
“Correct again. Seems you know more about the Justice League than the Justice League itself,” Graham joked.
“I didn’t expect anything less from Superman’s girlfriend,” Ben said with an appreciative grin.
You felt Henry moving closer to you, hugging you tighter to his chest. It was the safest you had ever felt, and even though Henry hadn’t gotten one single point, he was still oozing happiness. Happy to have you by his side forever and ever.
“Here is what you’ve won,” Graham handed you the box and removed the cloth. Inside was Funko Pop figurines of every Justice League member.
After the show, you made sure that every single actor signed their respective figure, and you had pictures taken with them to remember the evening.
At home, you arranged the figures with how they look on the poster you had hung on the wall of your office.
“Another win for the team,” you said out loud. Henry walked in and hugged you from behind. He wrapped those big arms around your middle and whispered seductively in your ear:
“I’m the real winner here.”
1. This is a line from Fairy Tail episode 48 by Makarov Dreyar. I changed it a bit to fit the context.
2. Source https://ew.com/books/brief-history-of-the-justice-league-in-all-its-incarnations/
3. Source https://greenlantern.fandom.com/wiki/Lantern_Oaths_(Disambiguation)
4. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Brave_and_the_Bold_Vol_1_28
5. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Justice_League_of_America_Vol_1_1
#Henry Cavill#This man#I need a drink#Jason Momoa#That man#Justice League#Gal Gadot#Ben Affleck#Ray Fisher#Ezra Miller#Graham Norton#Game Night#Show Night#My story#Fanfiction#henry cavill fanfic
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Did you finally see "Dune"? What do you think about it?
Spoiler-free review-
Dune tells the story of Paul Atreides, the young heir to a popular feudal house in an Interstellar Human Empire ten thousand years in our future. He joins his family as they prepare to take over the desert planet of Arrakis, nicknamed Dune, from their hated rivals, the Harkonens, at the behest of the distant and mercurial Emperor.
Paul finds himself thrown into a brutal and treacherous political situation while struggling with awakening talents and destiny, either set in motion by a higher power or by a group of manipulative witch-like females whom his mother is part of.
Timothee Chalamet is really good as the young and intense Paul. I often heard that Timothee is a great actor and may be the new Leonardo DiCaprio. After seeing Dune I can believe it. The rest of the cast is mostly top tier; the hardened Gurney played by Josh Brolin, the loyal Duncan played by Jason Momoa, and the antagonist Baron Harkonnen played by Stellen Skarsgard. My favorite character of course is Duncan Idaho (or “Jason Potato” as my girlfriend calls him), as he has been for countless fanboys for 60 years that he’s given the Supernatural treatment in the books. My only disappointment were the female cast, unlike the 1984 cast, none of them exude the power of the Bene Gesserit, arguably the most interesting characters in the books.
This movie must be seen in theatres, it's not meant for the small screen because each new world building scene exudes awe, terror, and beauty at all times. It's visually stunning. Spaceships have ominous geometric shapes, the grand mansions look like mausoleums, and the furniture looks uncomfortable and nobody ever used any of them. The few action scenes are easy to follow, they're not jumpy or muddled or cheesy, and people fight gracefully with blades and spears (there’s an in-world explanation for that). Adding to the visuals is the music of Hans Zimmer which is at its best maybe ever. The orchestra swells as the scene plays out, giving you goosebumps and drawing you into the moment. But sometimes it was hard to understand the characters’ speech because of the loud soundtrack. Speaking of speeches, the Atreides talk in Shakespearian fashion and every piece of dialogue was delivered with such heaviness as if it is the last thing they say. Because it’s Macbeth in space and that’s why they even have bagpipes, ten thousand years into the future.
With that said, Dune might feel boring to the mainstream audience. It isn't a quippy movie and it does not have a lot of action. This is Part 1 of a 2 part movie, and it’s supposed to set the stage and the sequel is supposed to be more action packed. So a lot of people may get turned off and not like it since it doesn't care about exposition or even making any sense. It cares about presenting the world and the people, and if you don’t get some of the lore then the motivation of people will probably seem contrived or confusing.
So while a visually stunning world building movie, it does lack emotional resonance, except maybe between Paul and his father, Leto. The movie takes itself very, very seriously, and while such self-importance was almost never justified, Dune is one of the rare occasions that such pretentiousness seemed not only warranted but also well deserved.
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Justice League: Snyder Cut
(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)
Oh, the time has come my friends! Now, I originally did a review on Batman V.S. Superman and I didn’t care for it, so I deleted it. But before I start, I would like y’all to read this statement made by @verified-villain-fxcker - You can click HERE to read it. As I stated in my repost, I couldn’t have said it better. May Autumn Snyder continue to rest in peace. Let’s get started!
It’s been so long since I’ve made a post I can’t even remember how I do this LOL.
CLARK is outta there to say the least...
WONDER WOMAN and LOIS look flabbergasted, as they should... BRUCE as well.
Talk about a shock-wave scream
All jokes aside, the hate that LEX has towards SUPERMAN is just to much energy to be giving to another person..
THESE BITCHIES ARE READY
why are they letting a minority approach the fucking the cube?!?!
*insert travel montage scene here*
Part 1 - “Don’t count on it, Batman.”
BRUCE knows damn well he’s talking to AQUAMAN. Let’s move this shit along lol
“Oh Gotham? How’s that shit hole?” - AQUAMAN
Ik these bitchies aren’t singing rofl
I’d sniff anything wore by Jason Momoa too.
“Maybe a man who broods in a cave isn’t cut out to be a recruiter.” - ALFRED
TALK YO SHIT ALFRED!!!!
AMY ADAMS can literally take my heart, step on it, throw it in a river and I still wouldn’t be mad.
Here comes the lovely WONDER WOMAN!
broooo her hands were moving like Donnie Yen in Ip Man!
Fucked that entire ceiling up
Ofc the one who tried to touch it would make the stupid statement.
STEPPENWOLF is really wildin’ out
Don’t look back! I hate it when they look back!!
These are some strong as women!
PART 2 - “The Age of Heroes”
“It’s toxic, that’s good.” - STEPPENWOLF
I can only imagine that this is how toxic people think.
this dude really just threw that lil demon fella like it was nothin’ lmao
You know you're working at a job for too long when you say this is the first time in a while that they're going home early smdh
Now that shit was pretty lit....
SILAS thinkin’ shit I better check on my son.
“You know a lot about monsters, don’t you? Especially how to make them.” - CYBORG
If that isn’t teen angst, then I don’t know wtf is lmao
Seeing Gal in this tomb makes me want to re-watch Wonder Woman 1 all over again!
DARKSEID ol’ trifflin’ ass
plopped him down like he was dirty laundry
God bless Willem Dafoe, this man is a fuckin’ legend!
“This world is divided. They’re a primitive species. Unevolved and at war with one another. Too separate to be one.” - STEPPENWOLF
DeSaad kinda looks like Doctor Doom in the Fantasic Four reboot lmao
GREEN LATERNS!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!!
we really need a Green Lantern Corps moving...
ZEUS + ARES = A Dynamic Duo When They Aren’t Being Dicks To Each Other
You know I feel bad for man because all they did was bury that shit in the ground rofl
Part 3 - “Beloved Mother, Beloved Son”
BARRY + IRIS = Love at First Sight
The burger can’t be that good like damn.
Bro the detail on his fucking shoes and the glass!!
ROFL PLEASE TELL ME HE TOOK THE HOTDOG FOR HIS DOG!?!?
damn did the car really need to explode...
lol BARRY must really need the job lol
... I would’ve just played dead after he threw me against that rock...
Man of Steel probably has one of the best soundtracks not just for a superhero movie but just in general
Americans love their football!
I have this love-hate relationship with CYBORG being in the JL and not with the TITANS you know since he’s a kid, but he’s a college student in this one.
Thank God DIANA spoke with VICTOR instead of BRUCE because I honestly don’t think he would’ve gotten him on board.
Everyone can literally zigzag zoom across this planet at undeniable speed except for BATMAN lol
Come on, VIC, help the lady out.
You know honestly, BARRY has a pretty cool pad for someone who's trying to get by paying for a Criminal Justice Degree.
“A very attractive Jewish boy. Who drinks milk, I don’t drink milk.” - BARRY
“Fuck the World.” - CYBORG
dang Ik DIANA has every right to grieve over STEVE, but damn that man has her whipped!
“You’re looking at the hottest thing on Earth. The exact same thing I said to my prom date. She dumped me anyway.” - RYAN CHOI
Why does MERA have an accent in this but not in AQUAMAN?? (ik the answer)
DAAAYYUUUMMMN MERA TURNED INTO A WHOLE BLOOD BENDER!
PART 4 - “Change Machine”
CYBORG just glided over silently
STEPPENWOLF + WONDER WOMAN = EPIC FIGHT SCENE
Seeing BARRY move like that to stop the debris and to ping DIANA’S sword really is amazing..
But he should not be screaming like that LOL
How do you not remember the planet that’s habitants almost killed you?? Because if that was me, I wouldn’t have forgotten that shit at all!
Would've held a big ass grudge until I could go back.
“I know we’re all thinking the same thing right now. Who’s gonna say it? I’m not gonna say it.” - BARRY
WOOOAAHHH J’ONN JONES?! (forgot about that)
“There are six, not five. There is no us without him.” - BRUCE
Damn, no faith at all
PART 5 - “ALL The King’s Horses”
ICONIC DIALOGUE
BARRY - “Wonder Woman. What do you think, man? You think she’d go for a younger guy?”
VICTOR - “She’s 5,000 years old, Barry. Every guy is a younger guy.”
I would’ve kept swippin’ that ID like a cashier at Wal-Mart swippin’ a debit card.
They're movin’ a little too slow for me. Ik they’ve never been on the ship before, but I would’ve been zoomin’ through that entire ship just to hurry and get the job done.
NOT THE PREGNANCY TEST
Damn, they couldn’t have at least picked up the photo??
The foreshadowing was spectacular! It will always amaze me.
I’m sure Allstate will cover that person’s car...
Just when LOIS was about to move on.
CLARK grabbed DIANA like miss me with that Rafiki shit.
I would’ve come back to my senses too after looking at Amy Adams.
AQUAMAN + THE FLASH = A CONUNDRUM
DR. SILAS takin’ one for the team
PART 6 - “Something Darker”
As crazy as radiation is, it’s quite an amazing spectacle.
I wish this Justice League movie could’ve held off until we got some other heroes such as the Green Lanterns, Hawkgirl, and many others.
Our generation was truly blessed to have an incredible actor as SUPERMAN, and we are not putting him to use!
JONATHAN sounds like President Biden lol
Alright, team?! Break!
AQUAMAN is totally enjoying this fight. He rode that Parademon like a surfboard.
AQUAMAN + CYBORG + FLASH = *THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN*
I swear every scene that WONDER WOMAN enters into does not fail to include the “Ancient Lamentation Music”.
VICTOR hurry up and say “one” god damnnit!!
SUPERMAN COLD!!!!
Somebody needs to put this fight on WorldStar
BARRY = HE’S A RUNNA HE’S A TRACK STAHHHHARRR!!!
THAT WAS FUCKING IMMACULATE
The Unity = The Three Bitchies
I bet DARKSEID will remember that shit now
EPILOGUE - “A Father Twice Over”
VICTOR = A Final Requiem
LOL VULKO and MERA look stressed tf out!
“Uh, I have too much to live for. And more important things to do.” - LEX
A cocky motherfucker LMAO
Alright, we’re back in this type of dream sequence.
“Who have you ever loved?” - MERA
Uh, bitch his parents, Robin tf?!
Thank you, JOKER, for stating the facts for Ms. Fish-stick
Oh shit, they let LOIS die, goddamn it!
HARLEY’S DEAD TOO?!?!?!
BRUCE LOOK SICK AF!!!
Well, the dream is over once again...
I just don’t see how people can live with all those fuckin’ windows.
“Oh, and some have called me The Martian Manhunter.” - J’ONN
Alright...
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Yes, the movie was long but what needed to be expressed was. As we already the Snyder Cut wasn’t supposed to be seen because a father simply wanted to grieve the death of his child. I’ll once again reiterate what @verified-villain-fxcker you don't have to like the film but at least give it the benefit of the doubt from its predecessor. For me, I did enjoy watching his version, but let’s be honest what he who shall not be named did was just fucked up.
#RIP Autumn Snyder#Justice League snyder cut#zack snyder#cyborg#the flash#batman#aquaman#superman#Wonder Woman#hbo max#lois lane#amy adams#ray fisher#ezra miller#ben affleck#jason momoa#henry cavill#gal gadot#dcu#dc comics#jk simmons#Alfred Pennyworth#jeremy irons#lex luther#jesse eisenberg#jared leto#the joker#dc
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NAME. Tors Sigurdson AGE & BIRTH DATE. 37 & July 8th, 753 CE GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/him RACE & CLASS. Werewolf OCCUPATION. General in Caerwyn’s Army FACE CLAIM. Jason Momoa
BIOGRAPHY
( tw: death, violence, childbirth, addiction, animal death, gore ) His existence in this world was intended to be brief, a waste of potential, a tiny flickering flame snuffed out by the hand of causality. His mother passed trying to birth the infant Tors, the strain on her body was too great and too much blood had been lost. He was still inside her when she died, and was cut from her womb to ensure his survival. His father, Sigurd, was devastated when he learned that his wife had died. The pain of his loss soon transformed into anger towards the infant, it should have been Orlaith that survived, not the child. Sigurd was the leader of a band of sellswords, an amoral group of criminals and cut-throats that fought for whoever offered them the fattest purse of coins. It was Orlaith’s wet nurse, a young woman named Saoirse, that took the role of maternal figure in Tors’ life. She was the only one that showed love towards the boy in his early days, trying her best to shield him from the horrors of war. Sigurd’s band lived a nomadic lifestyle, traversing Avalon in search of the next skirmish.
A battlefield is no place for a child, yet some of his earliest formative memories come from there. He had no other options, he had to learn how to be a warrior or simply perish. He learned from an early age that the world didn't give a fuck about a boy playing soldier, no one would play the harp when he died. He was seven years old when he first tried to lift a sword. Saoirse had just passed from illness, it was time for him to begin pulling his own weight around the mercenary camp. It was too heavy, he struggled. Sigurd scoffed at him when he asked if they had any smaller swords for him to use. A child sized sword? They had no such thing. He was forced to train with a full sized sword from an early age, his body forced to adapt to the brutal lifestyle of a soldier. Adapt or die, there was no other way.
He killed his first man when he was ten. A crossbow bolt aimed to the back of the neck, he had caught the man as he tried to flee from the battle. Tors was ecstatic to tell his father of his first kill, expecting praise from the man. Instead his announcement was meant with harsh words that cut deeply. "Can't you see that my cup is empty, stupid boy? Bring me more wine! And where is the meat for my dog?" Sigurd loved the flea-ridden mutt sitting at his feet more than his only son. Whatever good nature he felt towards the boy died with Orlaith. After all, it was Tors' fault she had died in the first place. The kid was a bad omen, death followed him closely. Everyone that got close to him, met a terrible fate.
Time passed on. Tors continued to hone his skills in battle, aching for the approval from his father that never came. When he was thirteen their mercenary camp was raided, a surprise attack in the middle of the night. Tors managed to escape with his life, but the others were not so lucky. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him, tripping and falling into a river coursing through the bottom of a ravine. The waters carried him away from the burning camp, nearly pulling him under and drowning him. The water eventually calmed enough for the exhausted Tors to drag himself ashore. He had to keep going, the men that killed his father and his troops would still be after him. Tors collapsed on the pebble strewn beach, chest heaving as he released his iron grip on his sword. As he lay there, staring up at the stars, he began to think how much easier it would be to just die. Why must I keep fighting? Why am I still alive? A chorus of low growls ripped him from his thoughts, he glanced to his right to see a pack of feral dogs with their heads lowered, tongues licking drooling lips. Tors let out a soft sigh of relief as he continued to lie there in the grass. This is it...finally. But even as his mind wished for death, he was instinctively pulling himself to his feet; fingers wrapping around the handle of his blade tightly. His mind went blank as he swung his sword, there was room for nothing else. The sharp edge grazed one of the dogs as it tried to latch onto his right leg, slashing it across the shoulder. The dog whimpered and leapt back, but the others persisted. Tors was not alone in this moment, atop the hilltop a garrison of soldiers had stopped to watch him. The boy continued to hack and slash at the dogs, staggering as he struggled to remain standing. The soldiers had seen enough, they exchanged a knowing glance and advanced down the hill with blades drawn. The charge of the horses spooked the dogs, the hungry beasts tucked tails and ran.
Tors soon learned that the group of soldiers that had found him that night flew the banners of house Caerwyn. The garrison journeyed to Tearmann, arriving at the castle within one moon. The boy's tenacity caught the eyes of the Caerwyn warriors, a perfect candidate to undergo berserker training. He trained with a sword for three years before he was allowed a taste of the berserker toxin. While the training was brutal, it did nothing to prepare him for the torture that came with ingesting the brew for the first time. The goal of the first dose of toxin was simple: transmute this poison that has entered your body before it kills you, turning it (and yourself) into a weapon. Agony pierced Tors like a blade still glowing red from the forge, engulfing his body and burning away weakness. His rage fed on the flame, growing stronger and suffocating all other feelings. He spent the entire night screaming and convulsing, straining against the iron chains that held him to his bed. Tors had lost consciousness late within the night, and awoke as sunlight pierced through the window. He watched as servants carried away the bodies of those who did not survive the night. He could smell the distinct scent of smoldering human flesh from the pyre that had been lit in the courtyard.
Soon he began to crave the vile brew on a primal level. The mere sight and scent of the elixir was enough to make his mouth water, sending shivers down his spine. As he climbed the ranks of Caerwyn's military, his dependence on the substance increased. Tors' body became accustomed to the toxin, his senses becoming dull and muddled when not under its influence. His ears were filled with a constant ringing, sometimes the periphery of his visual field would simply fade away. Now in his thirties, decades spent on the battlefield were beginning to take its toll on his mortal frame. The pain was bone deep, a constant ebbing throb. The toxin did not ease the pain — no, he simply did not care about the pain — when under its influence.
Four months ago, Tors' humanity was stolen from him. He was traveling with a small band of his closest comrades, fifteen men in total. These men were seasoned killers, handpicked by Tors himself to accompany him on a mission to put down some pirates that had been stealing goods from the Caerwyns. They had fought alongside Tors in many battles, had overcome seemingly impossible situations together and were a select few of individuals that Tors would call friends. As the sun was falling lower in the sky, it was time to stop for the night and set up camp. They chose a clearing at the base of the Gray Tops to rest for the night, the rocky slopes of the mountains would be too difficult to traverse on horseback in the darkness. As the full moon ascended in the sky, the band of soldiers had gathered around the fire. The ale was flowing, the scent of cooking meat wafted through the air. Rhett, the aspiring bard, had brought his lute and began to clumsily pluck strings in an attempt at a song. Prys and Morgan had got up and began to dance around the fire, shoving at each other to try to push each other into the flames which elicited a roar of laughter from the group. The joyous cacophony of sounds drowned out the noises of something emerging from the underbrush. Wolves. A pack of werewolves that called the mountain foothills home, driven feral by the full moon, the scent of men and meat.
The wolves descended upon the men, attacking with a primal savagery that only animals knew. Tors hardly had time to grab his blade as a wolf sunk its teeth into his arm. The booze had made his reaction to the attack sloppy, another wolf had latched onto his other arm before he could raise his sword. Around him, his men were being slaughtered by the maddened beasts. Just as Tors began to give into his fate, pinned down by wolves and feeling fangs scrape against his throat, arrows reigned down from the sky. A patrol of rangers, clad in Fáelán colors, had come to their aid. The rangers had heard the dying screams of Tors’ men and decided they should investigate the disturbance. Their silver-tipped arrows drove the werewolves away, leaving behind the dead and dying soldiers. The last thing Tors remembers is being hoisted onto the back of a horse before he fell unconscious.
By the time he was brought to a druid and received a dosage of antidote, it was too late. His life was spared, but the damage was done. His body had begun to change. The wolf parasite had successfully overtaken its host without killing it. A selfish gene, its only purpose being propagation.
Since succumbing to lycanthropy, he has left the isle of Tearmann behind without so much as a goodbye. Hatred is consuming him, he must find the beast that bit him and cleave him in half with his sword. A desperate attempt to gain back his humanity, he will not stop until he is cured. Any soul who dares oppose his objective will be met with barbarous cruelty. The Caerwyn's mad dog has broken free from his chains, running wild and leaving a trail of mutilated corpses in his wake.
PERSONALITY
+ strong-willed, resourceful, brave – volatile, solitary, vengeful
PLAYED BY CHLOE. CST. She/Her.
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Zack Snyder’s Justice League Review
So I finally saw Justice League the Snyder cut version on HBO Max and it’s fantastic. I actually did my review on the Justice League movie back in 2017 on YouTube and gave it a 4 out of 5 nuclear bombs. However, while I still find the 2017 Justice League entertaining, it wasn’t really that memorable and I do learn the sad truth the film been having troubled production due to Zack Snyder have lost one of his daughters died from suicide which caused Joss Whedon to take over and the film ended up being a critical and box office disappointment. Anyway, the story of this film took place after the events of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. After Superman had sacrificed himself to save the world from Doomsday, Batman and Wonder Woman decided save the world on their own as well as setting out to find other superheroes so that way they can set up a team. The superheroes that Batman and Wonder Woman are searching for are The Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg. So when an evil threat named Steppenwolf who serves Darkseid has come to take over the world along with his demon armies, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg must team up together to fight Steppenwolf and save the world once and for all. I find the story of this film to be sorta similar but much different and better. Although there are a few parts in this film that did dragged on. Unlike the 2017 version, this one much darker and more violence. Plus they do say a lot of bad words this version. The special effects in this film are much better than the 2017 version. The good news is that there is no CGI mouth on Superman’s face in this film. I can obviously tell that Cyborg, Steppenwolf, Steppenwolf’s armies, and Darkseid are all in motion capture. The designs of Steppenwolf in this film is better looking than the 2017 version. I actually do enjoy the designs of the cities, the batmobile, the bat airship, the weapons and costume designs of Batman’s suit, Wonder Woman’s suit, Flash’s suit, Aquaman’s suit, and Superman’s suit. The action scenes are definitely the best part of the film. I had a blast seeing Flash running very fast with lightning, Wonder Woman fighting and stopping those British criminals from robbing a bank, the amazon warriors fighting Steppenwolf, the battle between the Justice League against Steppenwolf and his demon armies, and in this version had lots of blood and killing. Ben Affleck as always did a splendid job playing Batman. Batman of course is a dark superhero of Gotham City and in this film is the lead member and founders of the Justice League that lead his team to do what they have to do. I really like the part where he used his weapons and gadgets to fight his enemies. Gal Gadot still did a magnificent job playing Wonder Woman who is an immortal princess Amazonian warrior that is the co-founder and a member of the Justice League. Like in her own film, she has the ability to fight her enemies with her sword, shield, whip, and fist. Then there are other members of the Justice League like the Flash played by Ezra Miller, Aquaman played by Jason Momoa, and Cyborg played by Ray Fisher all did an awesome job. The Flash who is a superhero that can move at superhuman speeds due to his ability to tap into Speed Force and plus I also think he’s funny. Aquaman I think definitely steals the show in this film who a superhero that lives in Atlantis and is good at swimming, breathe underwater, communicate with the underwater animals, and fight someone with his trident. Cyborg is half man half robot who used to be a college athlete student that got into a car accident which turns him into a human robot hero that has the ability to fly, turn his arms into cannons, and manipulate technology. Plus we get to see more of his backstory in this film. Returning from Man of Steel and Batman v Superman is Lois Lane played by Amy Adams, Martha Kent played by Diane Lane, and Alfred played by Jeremy Irons. Lois Lane the girlfriend of Superman is now an undaunted and compassionate award winning journalist in the Daily Planet in this film. Martha Kent the adopted mother of Superman didn’t really do a lot in this film. Alfred the butler of Batman who is now one of the Justice League’s close allies that always wanted to help out. Superman played by Henry Cavill is still awesome and in this film he wears a black suit. Wonder Woman’s mother Queen Hippolyta played by Connie Nielson have some of the more screen time in this film than the 2017 version. Also appearing in this film is Mera played by Amber Heard, Silas Stone played by Joe Morton, Commissioner Gordon played by J. K. Simmons and Vulko played by Willem Dafoe are also allies with the Justice League as well. Now for the villains Steppenwolf played by Ciaran Hinds and Darkseid played by Ray Porter. Steppenwolf in this film is much better than Steppenwolf in the 2017 version who of course is the evil villain who only wanted power and take over the world and in this version serves Darkseid. Darkseid is one of Superman’s enemies that is a tyrannical New God from Apokolips and Steppenwolf’s nephew and master. By the way there is another superhero in this film which I will not tell you who it is. Zack Snyder I think did a great job directing this movie especially he made it more graphic and intense. He actually did a better job than Joss Whedon. I mean Joss Whedon did a wonderful job directing the first two Avengers movie, not so much for Justice League. The music composed by Junkie XL sounds very exciting, hardcore, and it feels like a superhero movie. It is way better than Danny Elfman version. All the music from the 2017 Justice League movie are not played in this version but I’m fine with that. So overall, this is an excellent DC superhero movie. I do agree with a lot of people that this is cannon to the DC Extended Universe. This is the version that we should have had in the first place. I love this DC movie more than the 2017 Justice League movie, Batman v Superman, Suicide Squad, and Birds of Prey and in my opinion is one of the best DC movie in this Extended Universe along with Man of Steel, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Shazam. I am hoping that the DC Extended Universe can still get better. I also hope that we can get a Green Lantern reboot. If you’re a fan of DC, this is a must see. So I give this movie 4.5 out of 5 nuclear bombs.
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Fanfic Friday: love love love everything you've written! I would like to know how you plan for your characterizations? Because I feel like you portray everyone so accurately to canon, but also breathe new life into them so they feel completely separate.
Damn I love this question and also I feel like I’m low-key tearing up because this is all I’ve ever wanted to do with my writing is create great characters...
QUICK DISCLAIMER: I have a brief discussion of Māori culture and tattoos below. I like to think I’ve done my research but I am by no means an expert, so if you see something that you find incorrect, please come to me. I really appreciate when people are willing to share their culture and I am ALWAYS open to constructive criticism on this score! ♥️
So like many of you, I’ve read the books a bunch of times so I feel my grasp on canon is solid, which obviously helps a lot as a starting off point.
I usually start by tweaking the dynamics between the characters to make them what I want before I tackle who they are going to be in my world.
In the books, Nesta and Cassian are combative in a way that we ALL know is thorny and problematic AF. Yes, I want there to be friction, but I don’t want contention. Instead, they have give-and-take that is based on attraction and respect: ✔️
The Archeron sisters have a MAD complicated relationship in the book that stems from Nesta in particular not looking out for Feyre. So much to fucking say about that shit, but lets not do that today. Yes, I want a complex dynamic, but I want to show Nesta as the fiercely loyal person she is. Nesta took care of her sisters after their parents died, and is as much a parent as she is a sister: ✔️
Once I tweak the dynamics, the characters come into better focus
Okay, Nesta is driven, so maybe she’s a lawyer. She’s used to dealing with misogyny at work and she’s got an abusive bf, so she’s probably incredibly guarded, especially with men. She’s got a big, tender heart, so she’s built a thorny defense to guard it.
Okay, Cash. He doesn’t seem like the “formal education” type, but Nesta would probably be attracted to an intellectual, and they need something in common to bond over, so maybe he’s into wine.
I know he’s a man of color, so what might his background be? Even though all three bat boys have tats, somehow Cash’s tats combined with the fact that he honestly looks like Jason Momoa in my mind (I mean long hair and devilish eyebrows yes please) had me starting to conceive of him as a Polynesian man, and his tattoos as traditional.
THEN THE RESEARCH BEGINS
My gut had me gravitating towards Māori, and I start reading about their culture and tattoos in particular.
I find out that while the culture allows for people outside the culture to create and wear Māori-inspired designs (this is called kitihuri), that only a person with a Māori genealogy can have a true moko tattoo, which is a sacred cultural blueprint of the person’s heritage.
Not only that, but a moko must also be tattooed by a Māori or cannot be considered as such. Digging into that significance (and fucking falling in love with it) I understood Cash’s background better, and his relationship with his dad. We know he never met the dad, but he is part of Cash’s whakapapa, which is what the moko represents—a person’s genealogy.
Reading about this incredible tradition is what actually sparked my design for the crossover with TOG, because in reading about it was screaming Rowan Whitethorn (who is also a clearly man of color, fight me).
Okay so maybe Rowan and Cash are childhood friends. That leads me to Hawaii, which has a significant about of cultural diversity...
AND SO ON...
It just sort of spirals from there! I get an idea, stop and do some research, let what I find out guide me, and just keep going.
I will also say that I...don’t consider SJM to be the most adept? at writing dialogue, so for me dialogue has always been a big opportunity for me to get in there and make the characters my own. I feel like once I have a solid concept of the person, dialogue is where I REALLY get to know them. With Cash and Nesta, they just sorta started flirting in the first paragraph and never stopped, and I was like okay get it you two!
In terms of writing tight, snappy dialogue, shout out to my TWO biggest teachers in this arena: Aaron Sorkin and Amy Sherman-Palladino. Sorkin was the writer behind West Wing, Sherman-Palladino wrote Gilmore Girls. Both of them are INCREDIBLE at writing these tight, fast-paced exchanges between characters, and in watching those shows I literally began a better writer.
Thank you for the ask!! ♥️ ♥️ ♥️
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