#nostalgic hours/j

[tht1person123]

on one hand my anxiety and paranoia running on horror movie logic is great cause i could just do things that wouldn’t show up in horror movies and be fine

on the other hand i am currently lock in my cramp bathroom because i think i will be jumpscared and killed the second i open the door

it is so cold in here send help

update:the analog demon did in fact not exist and i have escaped into my well let bedroom of safety with a fun new weapon i grabbed from the bathroom

[weirdworldofwinnie]

Oasis in a Desperate Land of Dark Desire - Part Six: Lover's Games

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Wife Reader NSFW 18+ only

Summary: You feel a need to follow up with Ernest Lawrence, much to Robert's dismay, and also uncover buried information that makes you turn rather rebellious.

Word Count: ~7,592

Warnings: Martial angst, infidelity, age gap, unwanted advances, slight physical violence, period stereotypical gender roles, clothed sex, some orgasm denial and sexual humiliation

Usual disclaimers apply, obviously NOT based on complete real life historical accuracy. It is essentially very much a dramatization and AU fantasy/fiction with Cillian as Oppenheimer, Josh Hartnett as Ernest Lawrence, Jack Quaid as Richard Feynman, etc. from the film only while other characters are my own entirely made up ones!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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June 1943

You waited a couple of weeks after the party to move past the point of just taking actual action only in consideration in the sense of springing a scheme by meeting up with Lawrence, keeping Robert under the radar all the while and he himself was certainly distant, (distracted by work of course) but also deliberately choosing to give you space. It was fine, but it made you uneasy of how much he was extracting his emotions and you were starting to feel as if you were on a carpet of thin eggshells every moment you and him were alone together, which was usually only at night sleeping in the same bed.

Weekday dinners were a polite affair as well and you mostly ate for yourself, him eating a portion of his plate before he went to shut himself in his designated office room and came to bed hours into the wee morning. He was gone longer now during the day and one early evening, you found yourself cleaning the house alone with no company or pressing responsibilities to attend to, and you went into his office, rearranging his paperwork and dusting the bookshelves when you decided to take a peek into his desk, knowing he kept many personal writings there. Perhaps a poem or musing that could give an indication of what was happening inside his brain and why you were hitting a cold patch in the marriage.

After sifting through many documents, discarded calculations, and correspondence letters, you finally found his dearest belongings buried in the bottom drawer. You knew several of these, for they were cards - birthday, anniversary, well-wishers from the wedding - and some of your own (love poems, really) that you had exchanged with him and even simple notes of wanting to meet for dinner, a party, vacation at his Perro Caliente ranch, anything that merited invitation. You grew teary at a few, oddly nostalgic even though it was only a couple of years ago. But this project had somehow changed everything out of alignment.

A thin stack of folded papers wedged in-between a Valentine's Day card from you last year and inside an envelope that had a wax heart the color of dried blood stamped on it caught your attention and you carefully peeled the corners back to extract the papers, which looked to be three separate pieces creased into halves. You took the one on top and unfolded it to reveal a letter. It had no formal or informal greeting and you blinked, reading the words in your husband's scrawling cursive handwriting. The first few lines seemed more like a diary entry than anything else until you read further...

Well, I am wearier lately than anyone could possibly guess because I have grown adept at adopting a mask of confidence and optimism. But it is a foolish man's desire to remain unchanged and hopeful in his situations that require more than words to express... I know you understand the moody tides well, my love, and I often wonder if you are feeling the bluing void edging on again as you often do, verging on the whole of complete consumption. Though it would be more appropriate to call it black as death itself; blue has been wrongly shamed in this case, although you could drown in my eyes.

Safe to say, I very much miss your presence and touch, the way you find comfort in me as if we are beyond mortal man and woman. Naturally, there are other parts of me that yearn for you as well, but I'm sure you could pinpoint exactly what. It wouldn't be proper to state it here, although I will never be sending this to you Jean. I sincerely hope you never read this because if you do, that means the war is ongoing and I have not evolved past this spout of melancholy. It is hard to determine the future when oneself is so pegged on the past and present... I feel as though I am stuck between the slides. How do I let myself be with you and yet here all at once? You feel light years away from me, though it is only a mere thousand miles, isn't it? I feel closer to the dying stars than compared to my active obligations here on Earth.

"Don't be an idiot, Robert, and alienate the few people who most understand you because one day you might need them." I can hear you say it now and I'm afraid I did exactly that to you but for reasons more monumental than myself. I thank you for being understanding over the phone, but I must remain in this slide while you are busy in your own microcosm of the world and it is easier to miss you, but I should place a bet against myself to see exactly how long this separation lasts. If you'll have me, I look forward to loving you in two or three year's time. I hope by then I do not fall out of the concept of love entirely and with an expiration date instead because that would be a tremendous dissatisfaction if you found another bull who could never match my (nor your) intellect. He would never deserve such a naughty angel as yourself and I myself won't let you linger past my mind too much longer, I promise.

Forever yours (or not, though I hope the prior),

Robert

He had added a postscript, written in original Sanskrit from The Bhagavad Gita and you squinted, seeing familiarity. You jumped up and went to the bookshelves, seeking out his copy and thumbing through the pages, finding the scripture that matched his handwriting and you recognized the passage as he had shown and translated it to you once.

And now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

Why the fuck would he add that in as a PS in a pining love letter to his ex-girlfriend?

You put the book back and went to sit down on the floor beside his desk with the letter and other ones, which you dreaded opening in case they were more in the tone of lovesickness about Jean. You felt stunned and yet at the same time, unsurprised as if this was to be expected and maybe it was. It further proved that Robert hadn't completely emotionally filed Jean away as you'd thought and was planning on loving her again someday... Or he had just been really, really drunk when he composed this, but you highly doubted it.

Hands shaking, you set that letter aside gingerly as if it contained a deadly chemical and picked up a second folded piece of paper. When you opened it, you audibly gasped.

My Kitty,

I do hope you are well and pursuing a better life for yourself in the useful field of biology. Forgive me, I must be ridden with a fever, but wouldn't it be fortuitous if we perchance crossed paths in San Francisco one summer day? My flamboyant impossible imagination has flooded me again, so I'll indulge here: I'd see you out shopping and hopefully you would be with only female company (I take it your husband would be working, unless you have divorced) and we could strike up a conversation that led us to my Cadillac parked in the shadows of the shade, and I'd let you take refuge from the heat as my passenger and then I'd take your beautiful hand...

He had deeply scratched out the rest, but you could definitely make out a few lines of erotic poetry. In reaction, you bit your bottom lip so hard you nearly drew blood, and then reached for the last one, which was not a letter in the traditional sense, but more of a hastily scribbled note on an index card.

I need to see you soon. From one 'R' to another, you always have me at my truest regards.

You angrily swore aloud and started crumple this note, but paused. If you confronted him about it, this could blow up for both of you and you couldn't have that right now in the midst of life here for the project. No one was or could get divorced, that was not an option. No, you had to keep this secret and try to get back at him more stealthily. Robert clearly loved other women too much, that was it, and this was tangible of that. Enough was enough and it spurred on you to see the fellow you'd been avoiding since the party.

The next day, you went to Technical Area 1 and walked towards one of lab buildings, immediately noticed by the soldiers on guard and they came over, shaking their heads at you and your security clearance button, lower than permitted in such a site. You'd had to sweet talk your way just past the fencing to get to this point, but these particular hardened men didn't look swayable.

"I need to speak with my husband, it's urgent. Please," you begged dramatically, wringing your hands, and the men glanced at one another.

"He's preoccupied with his colleagues now, but we'll be sure to let him know about whatever it is, Mrs. Oppenheimer."

You pursed your lips, realizing they weren't going to let you just waltz into the building without an extremely good excuse, which you couldn't say.

"Fine. Good day, sirs." You walked far away from them and they went back to their business as you glanced around inconspicuously for an alternative entrance, going to another side. You found an unoccupied back door and hurried towards it, heart picking up pace.

"What are you doing?" a male voice called shrewdly from nearby behind.

"Shit," you muttered, whipping around to see a very suspicious Officer Nichols standing several feet away. Thankfully though, he was solitary.

"I'll have to report this, you know," he warned as you backed towards the shut door, forcing a big smile.

"Or what? You'll shoot me for finding my own husband?"

"Depends on the context. Dr. Oppenheimer is a very busy man and I'm sure he has much better to do with his limited time than to entertain his diligent token housewife."

You flushed angrily, feeling for the doorknob and of course it was locked.

"I swear to God I'm not doing anything else but speaking to him. I hardly know squat about quantum mechanics and the nature of his work," you lied, trying to appear absolutely innocent.

"Then what is so important you need to interrupt proceedings?" Officer Nichols asked sharply, coming closer.

"It's a highly urgent personal matter."

"I see." He paused, darting his eyes up and down the length of your body for a second before he spoke curiously.

"You haven't physically left The Hill since your arrival, is that correct?"

"Yes...?" you replied, unsure of where he was going with this.

Nichols stared at you for a moment through his glasses glinting in the midday sun and you looked back, locked in a strange thirty second unnerving silence of equilibrium. Finally he moved, stepping forward and nodding.

"I'll personally make sure that you never do."

"But no, I... I was planning on going shopping for supplies with some of the ladies this weekend in Santa Fe?"

He was silent and you were surprised when he took out a ringlet of keys, going to unlock the door.

"We all must make sacrifices, Mrs. Oppenheimer, and I'm sure your husband would agree. This is your reward for the loss of such a privilege, so go now before I change my mind and report you to General Groves."

You quickly darted inside without a backward glance, heart thudding in aftermath of the interaction. Did he really mean that? Would he get in trouble if someone found out? Or more importantly, would you get in a tight spot for sneaking around?

You strode through the maze of hallways past lab rooms, offices, and the like until you heard dull voices up ahead and saw Robert's back, face to the chalkboard, through a half-cracked door. The scientists turned to stare when they heard your heels come to a halt in the doorway, looking away from their paperwork and the blackboard. The awkward silence was deafening; a pin could drop at any moment and a man coughed, just to relieve the stagnant air. The lone female physicist of the group, Dr. Lilli Hornig, gave you a curious look with a quick polite smile as she scribbled something on a piece of paper. Robert froze with a cigarette in one hand and a piece of whittled chalk in the other, his blues boring into your face out of sheer shock.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"No. I merely need to borrow that man right there for a moment of time. It's a personal matter," you announced crisply, pointing straight at Ernest Lawrence, whose expression morphed from surprise and to utter bemusement.

"Excuse me, then," he muttered and stood up, shuffling papers self consciously before making his way to you, moving down the hallway. You randomly led him to an empty storage room and opened the door, lightly pushing him inside.

"What are you doing?" he asked empathically as you faced him in the middle of the room, steadying yourself as you looked up at him, unaccustomed to being so close to a man considerably taller and bulkier than Robert's physicalie.

"Remember a couple weeks ago in May at last month's party?" you asked briskly and his brow furrowed in realization.

"Admittedly, not as much as I should. Oppie jokingly mentioned the next day afterwards about needing to restrict the amount liquor we're consuming at the house when you're hosting because we're not frat boys," he replied with an honest shrug.

"Do you recall that kiss you gave me out of the blue?"

His face flexed, eyebrows shooting up as his mouth twitched in guilty humor and you narrowed your eyes.

"Yes, perhaps a bit of it. In my defense though, I wasn't quite all there and there was talk going around, silly talk. I was dared into doing it, actually."

Now your own eyebrows mimicked his at this confession and you stepped closer, toe-to-toe with his shoes.

"Who dared you?"

"Promise to keep it to yourself?"

"Sure."

"Richard was the instigator and then the rest of the guys coaxed him on. Absolute ridiculousness we never would have done otherwise, I swear to you it's the high altitude of this place having an effect on our immature raucous behavior combined with alcohol."

"Feynman? The rascal, I could've guessed," you rolled your eyes disapprovingly and he sighed, shifting slightly on his feet.

"I really do apologize for the regrettable behavior, I sincerely promise it won't happen again," he told you seriously and you cocked your head slightly, giving him a once-over.

"Do you find me attractive?"

Lawrence immediately grew reserved and reluctant, making a grimace.

"Oh, I... I, oh no, I don't think it would be permissible to answer that."

"Go ahead. I dare you."

He swallowed nervously and came close with intimidation, making you stagger back all the way to the wall behind you, where he placed a hand up on it by your head, leaning in intimately and his warm breath tickled your cheeks.

"Yes, I suppose. But I'm happily married and certainly not looking for trouble or to wreck your own marriage. You must think I'm a very lousy friend," he admitted quietly.

"I think you underestimate me, Doctor," you whispered, nearly a purr, as you moved close and brushed his cheek with your fingers. He tried to speak, but you shushed him and gently removed his glasses, letting them dangle in your grip as you tilted into him, pressing your other hand firmly to his broad chest, squeezing the fabric of his vest.

Footsteps suddenly sounded from the hall outside, so you made it fast, giving Ernest a fast peck on the lips, just in time as then the door briskly yanked open and Robert poked his head in dubiously. You leaned back, still holding the glasses and Lawrence fumbled for them, accidentally interlocking fingers as your husband stared in confused disbelief.

"Y/N? What is the meaning of all this? We have work to do, why are you taking up his time?"

"Oppie, it's fine, we were just..." Ernest paused, readjusting rims of the glasses back on his face and he turned to you, a bit breathless.

"What were we talking about exactly?"

"All your great achievements, including the Nobel Prize, in contributing to the advancement of science, most notably your famous cyclotron and I was inquiring about the exact mechanics of how such a thing works. Something along the lines of high energy particles and acceleration...?"

"Right, because you were going to write to your father, who is curious about it," he caught on, proliferating this cock-and-bull conversation.

"And why do you need to interrupt our work about that? Aren't you supposed to elsewhere?" Robert asked, not hiding annoyance in plain sight. You could feel Ernest staring, gaze locked on you and your stomach butterflied, but you gave a brave face.

"You mean my womanly duties at home?" you snapped back.

"Yes, or however you may call it. Now, we need our physicist back if you'll pardon me." He beckoned Lawrence urgently and the man reluctantly pulled himself away from you, clearly ashamed and flustered. Once he was out of the room, Robert stepped inside and shut the door closed with snap. His face was taunt and irritated, fingers habitually fiddling for the ghost of a cigarette.

"What are you playing at here?" he demanded, already hurt without any explanation.

"Just a follow up to our last meeting," you said causally enough to anger him. He crossed to meet you in two strides, catching your wrist and lifting up your arm, interlacing his fingers very tightly with yours as he spoke lowly, intensively.

"What is the matter, am I not giving you enough? Do I not provide enough for you? You feel an urge to court my best man and colleague all of a sudden because you are bored of your humdrum domesticity? Is that what you love about Los Alamos, the fine selection of like-minded substitutes once you tire of me? Am I not enough?" His voice raised before he caught himself, releasing a shaky breath. He was genuinely upset and you felt rotten, but only for a second. It's not like he was clean in this either.

"Don't be ridiculous. I swear, you always assume the worst of me," you scoffed in response.

"Well, I certainly know a cheat when I see one," he said bitterly, twisting his fingers out of yours and dropping his arm.

"Yes, you would know indeed. But Jesus, Robert, he's only a friend, your friend I might add, and it was only a bit of fun, nothing serious. You said it yourself, it's good for him to loosen up. What else are parties for?"

"Right. Oh, yes, I'm sure that's exactly it," he replied sarcastically.

"He started it, you know, after Richard dared him to kiss me apparently at the party."

"Then I'll be speaking to both of them. But you need to stop it, quit acting so childish and inappropriate over this. You're smarter than this shtick and there is too much at stake to be partaking in silly juvenile romantic games."

"You do realize I'm at least fifteen years younger than you, right? You can't expect me to be, well, whatever it is called to be at your age. Old, is it?" you mocked and normally that would've sounded very rude in any other situation, but he knew your sharp side all too well to take it too seriously, especially when delivered with a teasing smile.

"You couldn't think of a worse slander than 'old'?" he scoffed, unimpressed, and you snorted, tapping the knot of his tie affectionately.

"The point is, I am indeed younger than you."

"So? I have no issue with that and you have proved yourself very capable of co-existence so far, I think you are quite mature for your age actually, at least until now... But I don't think biological age matters in love."

"I was just over eighteen when you began courting me and you used to flirt with your few female physics students that were no older," you reminded him and he diverted his gaze, tapping his foot anxiously and he distractedly flicked out a cigarette from his pocket pack, lighting it in a second and puffing in response. You stepped back from the plume of smoke, glancing towards the window and crossing your arms. He exhaled loudly and jerked his hand to point the cigarette at you and then spoke with ultimatum.

"I don't want to see you enter this laboratory with the intention of unnecessary interruption ever again. I will tell the officers outside to stop and restrain you if you do. Hell, I'll take these matters to the General if I have to, you hear me on that?"

"I certainly do as a matter of fact and I also know for a fact that you'd be wasting his time. Petty marriage squabbles isn't a high priority or forte for a high-ranking military man like him. But as for you, well, now you know what it feels like to be jeopardized over another human being," you countered.

"My ties are very different and I would never think to do it so publicly! I am discreet about such internal, highly private business," he exclaimed, getting frustrated with this discussion and this made you laugh humorlessly.

"Bullshit and you know that. I saw you a week before our wedding walking hand in hand with Jean down Shasta Road and what about that time afterwards when our friends saw you dancing with-"

He quickly talked louder, running over your words heatedly.

"No, no, no. You are just feeding into this ridiculousness and fabricating a relationship that isn't there!"

"Maybe so, but I thought it would be a good lesson, or test, for you and if this is any indicator, you've been bothered. I take heart in that you must love me so that it has unnerved you to see me with another man."

"There was never any doubt that I love you. Christ, if that's what this is all about..." He sighed, rubbing his creased forehead briefly before walking backwards to the door, opening it up and you could hear the dull chatter of voices from the other room.

"Well?" you asked when he didn't do anything, just standing with hands on his hips.

"I want you to do whatever it is that pleasures you, just as long as it doesn't happen to be luring my top physicist and close friend in a back room during the middle of a workday. Have some standard decency for God's sake," he spat, the words stinging, and you crystalized, uncrossing your arms and shaking your head at the hypocrisy.

"I never noticed it until we came here, but Ruth sure has your attention, doesn't she?"

"Pardon?" He blinked.

"You heard me."

"Ruthie has nothing to do with this and how dare you drag her name through your muddled mood today."

"Ruthie?" You rolled your eyes at clear affection underlying his tone.

"Listen to yourself Robert, you have feelings for her, you've always been close."

"She's a very dear friend, one of the few people I can truly confide in and share my emotions with, nothing more," he insisted.

"Am I part of that select number of confidants?"

"Of, of course. Has our entire marriage been for naught? I cannot believe your attitude over this, it's deplorable."

"It must be very nice to be you, Robert. No one here in Los Alamos casts open judgement upon you," you commented bitterly and he cringed, closing his eyes for a brief moment before staring back at you.

"Not yet, anyway," he answered with a tone of cryptic ominousness and you only frowned, shoving past him to exit the building.

A full twenty four hours passed without further incident until you haphazardly ran into Feynman on the street, just the man you were looking for.

"Richard?"

"Yeah?" He stopped and gave you a familiar cocky smile which dropped at the narrowed eyes and serious expression you were giving him.

"Oh, is this about the party? I didn't think he'd even do it, I apologize for our frivolousness that night. Clearly very unacceptable." He cleared his throat awkwardly and you leaned close, speaking in a low murmur.

"Do me a favor?"

"Uh, sure...?"

"I have an assignment for you: Find me a single man - preferably scientist - in this town, anyone remotely attractive will do, but no close friends or direct colleagues of Robert's, it has to be at least second or third tier from his inner circle and single - I'm not crossing into some other woman's territory - and arrange me a date with him in secret. Think of it as an experimental equation: One attempted devoted wife plus one all-but-labeled womanizer husband plus unsuspecting stag. It's time to give someone a taste of his own sweet and sour medicine."

"Oh, you feel like causing a scandal, do you? It won't take a mathematician to see what it'll will add up to." He chuckled in disbelief but then dropped his voice, casting wary glances around at passing residents, or civilians, as everyone who was non-military were officially called.

"Are you quite sure about this?"

"If I let my conscience speak, then no. But if I let every other fiber of my being, then yes. Will you do it?"

"I... I can't, no, this is beneath us," he protested, scratching the back of his neck in discomfort.

"It's one event at a casual party, it's quite another outside... Well, you know. Real tampering with people's lives has consequences and I'm not sure I'm the man for this job, I think if maybe, it-"

"I'll pay you," you interrupted quickly and he quirked an eyebrow and leaned closer.

"How much?" he whispered curiously.

"Twenty?"

"Make it 100 and you've got yourself a deal. I'll do it and you can pay me later at your convenience. Now excuse me, but I have some business elsewhere."

He hurried off and there was no further word until one early morning you came into the kitchen as Robert was dressing his toast and brewing coffee, and you were surprised to see a bouquet of long stemmed red roses on the table. Naturally, you looked to him as his habit of flower gifting was infamous, but he was staring just as confounded as you were. He seemed positively rattled, in fact.

"Did you...?" he asked and you echoed that same question.

"Did you?"

"No, I haven't been flower picking as of late," he replied dryly with a taut closed smile and then it dawned on you. Could it be from the mystery date you'd sent Feynman to set up?

"I'll put them in the living room, shall I? They'll get the strong afternoon light that will illuminate their velvety rouge petals," you expressed and he nodded emotionlessly, turning back to the toast and grabbing the pot of coffee.

Once you were alone in the lounge, you carefully inspected the flowers; they were beautiful and fairly fresh, only one or two were curling at the tips from the heat and as you held it up to admire, there was a small square piece of paper taped on the bottom of the skinny glass vase: It was a thin note, reading of a scrambled code of some sorts. You smirked, knowing it had to be Feynman who did this; he was always writing letters in code to his ailing sweetheart stuck in Albuquerque.

"Y/N, have you seen my badge? It's gone missing!" Robert called anxiously from the kitchen and you quickly tore the note off the bottom and tucked it into your pajamas.

"You probably left it on the dresser," you called back to him absentmindedly.

Once he left for the day, you sat down and worked to crack the code, which wasn't terribly hard considering it was predictable; boiling down to an address, date and time. You'd hoped for a name of the mystery gentleman, but didn't seem to get one.

That evening, you dressed in one of your finest silk dresses, red in color as the roses, and made your way to the bachelor's dormitory on the other side of town. You technically weren't allowed to be transversing around here, especially at this hour, and you cringed at a couple of catcalling whistles from young drunken men loitering outside. You ignored them, hurrying up the stairs to the mystery man's dorm and knocked once. The door opened, almost cautiously, and a decent looking young man stood there, his short brunette hair combed back and he wore a well pressed suit but with a blue tie slightly out of alignment.

"Good evening, Ma'am," he greeted in a pleasant voice and you automatically blushed, staring into his eyes which were a very watered-down literation of Robert's own blues; if his were the ocean, this man's were a lake on a grey skied afternoon and it made you feel a tad sad about doing this. Of course no man's eyes could ever quite compare.

"Hello...?" you trailed off, needing a name to this blind date of yours.

"My name is Anthony, Mrs. Oppenheimer."

"Pleasure to meet you and please, that makes me sound old and tethered. Just call me Y/N."

He nodded, stepping aside and you went inside, closing the door behind you as you surveyed the somewhat neat living quarters consisting of basic furniture and scattered paperwork and magazines.

"I apologize if this is rather awkward, but I take it Richard gave you the details?"

"More or less," Anthony answered and the way he was ogling at you wasn't so much like piece of meat, but out of respect and disbelief that he had actually had a date with the wife of the top dog scientific director of Los Alamos.

"Would you care for a drink? I just have, uh, scotch if that's alright. Probably different from what you're used to," he murmured the last part and you assured him quickly it was alright.

"Yes I would, thank you."

He handed a half filled glass to you gently and you noticed his hands were trembling slightly.

"You don't have to be nervous, I'm really not all that remarkable. I may have my husband's name, but I'm certainly not him, you know. We all bask in the long reaching shade of Oppie, don't we?"

"Right, of course," he chuckled, offering you a seat on the sofa and taking a sip of his own, regarding you impressively.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" you asked tenderly and he shrugged, still rather timid.

"I was dating a girl back in college but we broke off right before I signed onto the project."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four," he answered.

"Good, not younger than me; I suppose we are perhaps compatible then in that respect. You don't need to hear my life story, but I was a year in studying medicine at Stanford until this and now I suppose I'm just another housewife at the moment." You sighed, taking a small sip and nodding at him pleasantly.

"So what do you do here, generally? I take it you aren't one of the boys in Oppie's so-called cult?"

"No, I'm an engineer actually. I work in one of the labs, hands on, none of that theoretical bunch."

You nodded approvingly and there was a lapse of silence until he gestured with his glass, sloshing the liquid slightly.

"So I take it you're quite unhappy with... with Dr. Oppenheimer if you wanted to meet with another man?" he asked cautiously, disguising excitement.

"No questions, if you don't mind. I'm not here to talk about him," you replied seriously and he nodded fervently, setting the drink down on the side table.

"Yes, right. I apologize. I guess that doesn't leave much formalities then." He paused, swiping his tongue across his lips.

"I'd like to kiss you if that's not rushing too much," he proposed politely, but with a tone of urgency.

"Go right ahead." You braced as he leaned in, inches from your lips and you shared air for a second before he plunged forward, groping your mouth fast and lightly. But it felt all so wrong. You lightly pulled back, his hands not even holding your face like Robert always did so there wasn't much real intimacy, and glanced to the floor self consciously.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," you murmured guiltily. Maybe it wasn't even your conscience; maybe he just wasn't the right guy.

"But I thought you wanted it...?" Anthony's brows furrowed in hurt confusion and offense, so you quickly backpedaled.

"Not here, we can't do anything here. How about... Do you want to come over to my home?" you blurted out abruptly and he swallowed.

"But is-isn't your husband home?"

"That's the point."

Gathering courage for the both of you, Anthony then stood and took your hand to walk you to the door, leading you out down to the street level and the two of you walked all the way to Bathtub Row together. You could tell he was in awe of these homes that were larger and much better constructed.

"So this is how the other side lives." Anthony gave a low whistle and you laughed, bumping his side gently.

"Don't worry. We use the same water, electricity, and plumbing as you do, it's just a little more glamorous and I promise you anyone living in Los Alamos to work on the project is not substandard or lower class, even if the military may be rather degrading at times. It's all just a socially constructed hierarchy."

He squeezed your waist affectionately and you led him to the house, telling him to wait by the shrubs as you walked around to peer into the windows to see if Robert was still up, which you'd be surprised if he wasn't, and indeed he was: reclining in an armchair by the fireplace, reading and puffing on his pipe.

You signaled to Anthony to come closer and he crossed the yard to stand by the side of the house, appearing wary. He mouthed 'do you see him?' and you nodded, turning your back to the window and beckoned to him to move close. He carefully did so until he was a few inches from your face and you swallowed at the intimacy, the daring nerve to kiss a man right in front of the windowpanes where your husband sat in the living room.

"Kiss me, but passionately this time, no holding back. Just pretend it's only the two of us, okay?" you whispered and he breathed in, parting lips.

"Is this a dream?" he whispered and you giggled lightly, straddling his body and cupping the back of his neck, hairs bristling your fingers.

"Only if you want it to be, but no telling anyone when you wake up, understand?"

"No one would believe me... I feel as though I'm about to commit a great sin against the Oppenheimer unity, I can't believe I'm going to do this," he admitted with a dark chuckle.

"I can," you breathed and before you knew it, his lips connected to yours and the kiss was actually amazingly passionate indeed for two people who just personally met tonight. You breathed in his musky scent and intertwined tongues, smooshing noses and you felt him push you up against the window, arms embracing you whole and you secretly hoped it would eventually catch Robert's attention. Your intention was just one full kiss, but now this man had you, he seemed reluctant to let go as you began to lean back from his mouth, head lightly conking against the window. Anthony groped your breasts hungrily and you felt his hard-on pressing against your thigh as your bodies rubbed, the kissing becoming sloppier and for a moment, you completely forgot what you'd done this for. A faint yell came from somewhere and Anthony grew more attached, tightening his grasp on your frame, kissing harder and you started to feel a slight wetness in your panties.

"Stop! Get off of her! Please, that's my wife!" Robert's voice called in audible distress and you realized this must look a lot worse than it was, and you had to admit this man was getting a bit rougher as his more primal desire came to fruition and you grunted, turning your head and trying to wriggle out from underneath his locking embrace.

"That's enough, enough," you murmured anxiously, but he wasn't stopping.

"You said this could be my dream, can't ya let me finish first?" Anthony growled in your ear, but you were done, having successfully alarmed your husband. This wasn't meant to go further and quite frankly, you were unnerved how quickly it had escalated. He wasn't quite the shy gentleman scientist anymore once he was aroused, but you supposed these types of adventures did bring out the animalistic behavior in most after all.

Simple souls, Robert had said once of human beings.

Unfortunately, he was now witness to such a 'simple man' about to take you right on the windows of his stone and log cabin style house.

"STOP THAT NOW!" Robert yelled off to the right and you felt Anthony being forcefully tugged away, his arm flailing out and trying to grasp, catching your hair and you winced as he accidentally yanked painfully.

You were suddenly released and you gasped, sidestepping and watching in shock as Robert tried to jump on the man, his belt removed from his waist and gripped tightly in his hands as he wrestled it aggressively around Anthony's neck, constricting with enough force to make him gag and choke.

"Robert, no!" you shouted, rushing forward and attempting to pull him away, but it was as if he were deaf to the wind.

"I demand you to LEAVE my property at once and to NEVER see my wife, or this won't end on civilized terms," he threatened loudly and you'd never seen such a fire in his piercing eyes before. It intrigued and frightened you, considering he was not a brute in any sense. Anthony pleaded through his choking, whimpering pathetically, until Robert finally backed off, snapping the belt and huffing.

The other man stumbled up to his feet and held up his hands in surrender as Robert squinted in the dark, trying to fully identify him.

"I'm terribly apologetic Dr. Oppenheimer, sir, I won't bother you or the Mrs. anymore, I'll be right on my way!"

Anthony ran like a bat out of hell from the property and once it was silent, Robert turned to you with heavy breaths, the belt hanging limply at his side. You took one look and then rushed inside in the house, kicking off your heels in the hallway and dashing into the bedroom, slamming the door, heart pounding a sprint.

Moments later, you heard his clodding footsteps and anxious voice calling out desperately, the door bursting open.

"Jesus Christ, are you alright?" he gasped as you shrunk away from him, still feeling Anthony's hands all over you and the whole guilt imploded, resulting in a sudden overflow of tears.

"Fuck, Robert! It's all my fault, I told Richard Feynman to set us up and I told Anthony to come here as a show to make you jealous and it advanced, I promise he meant no harm, we just wanted-"

"You did this on purpose?" he interrupted, betrayal lighting his features and you wiped messily at the tears streaming down your own.

"Yes! I kissed him on purpose! I wanted to spite you, I'm sorry but I cannot handle this anymore! I wanted to hurt and infuriate you like you do to me with your blatant love of other women! I bribed Richard $100 for a date with a single scientist, I didn't know what I'd get, but I'm glad you saw us together, it is only fair when I have to read love letters to past girlfriends... or are they just current 'friends'?!"

His mouth gaped and the frown lines appeared, creasing his forehead in prudent anger.

"The audacity... I suppose I indeed underestimated you, my sweet Aphrodite," he said lowly, voice a low rumble and despite everything you actually felt a shiver of arousal in your core.

In two strides, he met you at the foot of the bed, grabbing your head in a vice and in a bizarrely dominant twist, pinned you down to the bed, trapping you underneath him and yet you saw the uncertainty flicker. He was pretending to be so dominant, but couldn't take the reins fully.

Oh, Oppie.

"Roll over," you ordered sharply and he did, collapsing onto his back as you unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down hastily, staring at his cock straining against his boxers. You placed your palm on it, teasing him and he moaned softly, shaking his head at the deviousness on your face.

"No, please. Please, let me out, please don't do this, please..."

Begging. He was actually begging. After he just had attacked a man outside and was reeling from your confession, he was here at an embarrassingly burgeoning erection.

"I'm so close that I don't need you inside me, but I think you need a bit more help, is that right?" you whispered condescendingly and he gulped, eyes wide dilated marbles.

"I'm sorry about all of it, I never meant t-to-" he sputtered off as you clapped a hand to his mouth and you straddled his body, legs quivering with anticipation.

His penis grew harder and a clear wet stain bled through the fabric, causing him to squirm underneath you and you smiled, bumping up and grinding against clothed erection. You yelped at the sudden rush of internal pleasure and his hands gripped your dress at the hips, gasping along with your heaves and whines, but he himself was yet to peak. He seemed mortified as you then sat back and placed firm hands down on his crotch, holding his bulge tightly. He groaned, mortified as you wouldn't let him go, and after stretching him out to his limits for too long, a single squeeze brought him to a full climax, absolutely soaking his boxers and he threw his head back on the pillow, reveling in the orgasm.

Panting, you climbed off him and he weakly sat up, holding out a hand with the other on his wet crotch in sheer humiliation. You left the bed, gathering your appearance and catching breath.

"No, don't... Don't leave," he requested desperately from his spot on the bed and you shook your head, tousling hair as you glanced over at him.

"Clean up your own mess, darling," you told him firmly, a metaphor as much as a literal one.

He sighed, swinging legs off the bed and hobbling off to the bathroom as you began to undress, slipping out of the dress and into a bedtime robe.

He came back in, clean but utterly naked, and his dick was still dripping a smidge at the tip.

"You very much ruined a good pair of my underwear," he complained and you merely shrugged, patting the bed as you crawled in and he joined, scooting under the sheets and pulling you close, resting his forehead at yours, speaking in a mutter.

"You just had to stoop low with that male 'catch' of yours, didn't you?"

"That's not very nice, darling. Anthony seemed like a nice man and he's an engineer, I'll have you know."

"He isn't a third of the man I am."

"No one is you, Robert. That's why I went to another man in the first place."

"I truly wanted to suffocate the life out of him, I would have maimed him quite seriously had I lacked control. I haven't thought of doing such a terrible action since my Cambridge episodes, my terrible fits of jealousy... I suppose I expressed protection over you," he mused grimly.

"It's the thought that counts," you commented darkly.

"I can be so impulsive and erratic... You and everyone knows quite well how I was going to poison my tutor; I had injected potassium cyanide in the body of that innocent apple and left it on his desk..."

You remembered it had been Jean who had offhandedly first mentioned this story to you and she had assured you it was only because he was going through a very difficult phase in his life and actually all he needed to feel fulfilled was to just "get laid" as she aptly put it. Funnily enough, 'getting laid' was the least of Robert's problems now.

He took your hand at the moment and grasped too hard, squeezing your fingers, leaning towards you anxiously and speaking urgently.

"Listen, and I mean this very much: Don't ever see another man, I don't think I can do this again without gravely spraining my heart."

"And your enormous ego," you added the obvious with a small smile and he returned it, also giving you a light kiss on the cheek and cuddling in close.

"I love you," he offered gently and you shot him a glance, unable to hide the blushing smirk.

"Touché."

[wheeboo]

seventeen as wave to earth songs

FEATURING. seventeen (ot13) GENRE. headcanons WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.3k

notes: i thought n wrote this within the hours of 3-4 am because my brain couldn’t fight the urge even tho no one asked for this lmao ;; im blaming this seungkwan edit on tiktok that conspired me to do this. a lot of ppl have prob done this but this is my take (some of them were HARD) :') honestly any of these can be switched around

choi seungcheol as calla

the first word i associated with this song is "devotion", and my mind immediately thought of cheol. he is the definition of loyalty and puts in his all when it comes to love and towards whoever his calla will be. he has the power of reassurance and hope, and this can also be interpreted vice versa will cheol being the "calla" of the relationship--the one who may be withering away inside, so he needs that other half to supply him with the rain that he needs to grow

"But Calla, you can always grow back, oh If you don't have enough sunlight I'll blow the clouds away, Calla Bloom yourself until the end"

yoon jeonghan as daisy.

jeonghan as daisy just MAKES SENSE?? he is the splash of colour within a simplistic life, a constant source of happiness even in the most mundane situations. i just love the vibrant feels of this song and it makes me imagine a scenario of running down the beach holding hands with him. seeing his presence just never fails to brighten up my day up, and its just a very comforting song in general which reminds me sm of him

"Oh, daisy, it's my happiness to run into you Life always goes on and on But, I'll live with you forever So, be my daisy"

joshua hong as bad

the instrumentals of the song gives me joshua vibes. and just like the lyrics, how can the sight of joshua's smile/just him in general not make your day even better? for some reason i also had an imagination of him serenading someone with this song plsss, it would be so swoonworthy to hear that. its such a romantic song abt finding joy and happiness in your loved one, and i think joshua has a lot of love inside of him

"How could my day be bad when I'm with you? You're the only one who makes me laugh So how can my day be bad? It's a day for you"

wen junhui as light

the constant mention of the moon and the sky just gives me jun energy. i don't know if the word quirky is the right word to call this song (probably not, now that i think abt it, maybe more calm) but its a word i would definitely describe jun with. he's always a person who tries his best to shine as much as he could and he's just someone you can rely on yk

"You are my sea, you are my sunshine The star, the moon"

kwon soonyoung as pink

this song is just very... freeing and nostalgic? and it reminds of me soonyoung where everything just feel so liberating and free when it comes to being with him. his spirit just seems to rid of any worries just so easily, and it kind of reminds me of the sunset, where the colour pink is shown, and just like the song says- it's such a beautiful colour just like him

"During the sunset The pink light is clear It drew you, the beautiful you Your image" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

jeon wonwoo as seasons

someone had to be seasons and it was such a hard choice of who to give this song to but ultimately, i picked wonwoo. this song is just so bittersweet and melancholic. it holds so many heartfelt emotions inside of it but also so many unhappy emotions as well. it displays vulnerability and how that kind of feeling can feel burdensome to those around you and overall, i feel like he is the more perfect choice for this song tbh

"Oh my life is fallin' apart Maybe no one will notice if I disappear But I'll pray for you all the time If I could be by your side I'll give you all my life, my seasons"

lee jihoon as wave

i absolutely adore the instrumentals of this song sm. it's about embracing the unknown with someone special and i feel like the kinda fits with jihoon very well. i just love the symbolism of waves and stars in the song and how it symbolises this desire to adventure and traverse thru the unknown. i also think jihoon is very introspective n knowing that nothing lasts forever, but with the wave being mentioned that will last forever just,, perfectly contrasts with that? this was a bit hard to explain asljkdlas n made more sense in my head

"When you spoke to me, The words are like a floating star Now I'm next to you The waves will take us far away"

xu minghao as ride

the lyrics of the song is basically describing someone else being your safe space, and i definitely think minghao is that. he is the type of person whose presence is an easy source of comfort to whatever sort of emotional baggage one may hold. he's simply just the definition of the word comfort and to me, is what this song gives

"I'm on a ride Ride You are my city Everything"

kim mingyu as peach eyes

mingyu is just the type of person whose eyes seem to hold SO MUCH love or appear so lovestruck? or just him in general tbh--he just seems to hold so much love and is willing to dump that all for the person he adores w all his life. like eyes can carry so much within them istg. this song is also more on the cheery and upbeat side and i definitely think that resonates w the type of person that he is

"Peach eyes and blue skies It's on the moonlight, how many songs I write You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely On you, peach eyes?"

lee seokmin as sunny days

the sun = seokmin hello?? i love the description of nature in this song and it reminds me of walking in the park on a sunny afternoon with him and it's just so perfect, like how everything is just so insignificant without the presence of the other person aka him. it's a golden type of love where it doesn't waver even as time goes by, and i can definitely see that with seokmin

"You are my golden age Evеrything shines so bright That my eyes go blind Our youth never ages here"

boo seungkwan as love.

this is my favourite wave to earth song btw. it may just be me being very biased but listening to the song while thinking of him just FITS him? the song is literally abt the strength of love thru hardships, being someone with a fragile heart, and reminds me of those types of hugs where it just feels... right? like everything is simply okay? the song makes me ascend each time i listen to it on full blast, and boo never fails to make me ascend with not just his voice, but his care and the amount of love he carries in himself, his strength, just HIM

"My little heart too Like small waves in it Broken and pushed back Melting into you Only then can I see my eternity" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

vernon chwe as so real

the instrumentals in this song esp at the end are so superior btw. other than that, despite the calm vibes this song emits just like vernon, it's also a song about feeling stuck, about being lost in your emotions. not that i'm assuming vernon is feeling this way, but in general, it reminds me of that feeling being alone in your own world which i think suits him with this song more than others

"I can't explain Where I'm buried now An empty vein You'll never understand"

lee chan as surf.

this song has such an uplifting and upbeat vibe and it's about enjoying the time that you have, even though it's temporary, and living in the moment spending time with yourself and also those that you love as well. the lyrics make me smile so much, and i definitely think chan fits the song very well because i def think he has this power to charge others (like his members) with energy just by being himself

"Dance my babe, dance my friends We don't have much time to enjoy Just sing it my babe Bigger than you ever did We don't have much time to enjoy Our time will be gone someday But I'm okay Life is like surfin' anyway"

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[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Car Rides

Note// Technically different scenarios of him either being a driver/passenger (with S/O)---

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(When he's driving)

Certainly that in reality, if he ever has a car, he would be a decent driver who is less likely to get stopped by a speeding ticket. Just because he watches a ton of unhinged, tragic content, doesn’t mean it won't make him less than a decent citizen.

He had learned to keep his horror fan nature hidden away during his student life, so it would make it any less of a difference when it comes to not violating traffic laws.

Of course, he still probably talks too much for your comfort before he starts driving---

After years of being with him, you started to get used to whatever he said as his statements usually meant good. Doesn't make him less annoying at times, though./affectionate

He likes playing music in the car at a decent volume so he can hear what's outside the road, being a cautious careful driver when he has you as his passenger.

At the same time, he plays horror music in the car;;;

some are good, some are Eh... some make you wanna laugh by how nostalgically cringe it sounds, yet you tend to cover your giggles before he looks at you with weird look NDNDNDN-

The time where Michael Myers theme was played nearly killed you;;;-- Is this even a car ride???? I don't know anymore... /j

"Stop laughing- do you have any other music options?" He says with a playful frown as he keeps his eyes on the road, shaking his head when he heard your muffled giggles.

At least he lends you some freedom to take over the music radio- is not much of a big deal anyway if he's the one who should focus on the road.

It's either he would shake his head once in a while by the beat of the music you switched to, or he actually feels so done to listen to it that he wonders when it will end. He doesn't say anything about it, knowing himself./ih

There are times you would tag along with him to go to movie theaters - or sometimes to go and order any food takeout while on your way for outdoor dates.

He doesn't often use cars since he seems more like a bicycle type. Both types of transportation with him are fun when you're in the passenger seat, same for him as well. Bicycle so you can get to hold him as tight as possible from behind. Car so you would sit beside him and hand feed him pieces of the takeout as he drives whenever you go on longer trips.

I feel like if is a very careful driver, holding hands while he is driving will be a big no in his book- he'll rather do that if there's this long traffic that takes many hours to move..--- 😭😔

I mean, at least he would be very responsible when it comes to your safety in a car ride. So it's overall nice.

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Today seems to be a movie date case.

Recently, a new movie just got released on theater. It's like 20 minutes away by car, so you both decide to use his car.

Seeing that your boyfriend finishes moving the car from the parking spot, it was your cue to enter at the passenger seat, so you open the door before closing it back.

"You're safe with me, babe! But of course, buckle up your seatbelt... Who knows, a car crash might happen by some drunk driver -"

He advices you, probably recalling the many movies he watched which displayed car accidents, even in irl TV news.

"Yes, yes..." You sigh. But before you can even buckle them yourself, you notice Horropedia leaning in as his  hands reach out to help you instead.  Adjusting the firmness of the lace. After doing that, his hands linger on your shoulders as his eyes linger on yours. Staring deep into each other as the sounds of rain tapping on glass can be heard.

He then hums, breaking his focused look into a grin before planting a shortly pressing his lips on yours before pulling away to slide back.

"Ready to go now?" He asks with a smile as he buckles his belt now. It took a moment for you to stare off at him before getting back to your senses to say yes.

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(When he's a passenger)

You guys have seen him in the game when everyone who was in the Green Lake event was in Tooth Fairy's vehicle.

He be freaking napping by himself by the window;;;

Hey, now that he has you. He doesn't have to do that anymore. 😉/lh

He would be a very talkative passenger when he's awake, a popular opinion really--

If tablets existed, he probably wouldn't still shut up as he binge watches horror movies during the ride or horror hameplays on youtube during the ride- he'll be "Mr. commentary box" by them;;😭

Scratch that- There are portable DVD players in the 90s. Man, he watches movies using this tiny screen pad with control remote;;;

Hey, he's sweet enough to actually share the movie experience with you during the ride. He likes that he gets to sit closer to you to the point that your legs are touching. It feels awkward at first, but he seems to warm up to it later on.

He also tries to get himself busy with other ways, such as if he has horror novels to finish. Or even hold hands with you and rubbing small circles on your waist secretly when no one is watching...

but everyone finds it obvious by how loving he is to you during the ride, especially when you both unconsciously snuggle on each other in your sleep---

Can't help but imagine that when there's not enough space in the car, Horropedia tries to pretend that Blonney's suggestion of you sitting on his lap instead wasn't a big deal.

Spoilers: he is failing.. he thinks it's a big deal-

"W-What? Is that okay??.." You ask before turning to your boyfriend, looking if he has discomfort by the idea.

"I mean... I don't really mind if it's you. We have to get to the movies somehow anyway!"

He assures you while rubbing the back of his neck. Small blush appearing from his cheeks, but you couldn't see them as his face turns around before quitting going for the window seat first.

"...L-Let's embark now!"

And yes, he's completely trying not to turn red by how intimate it was for you two during the ride-

He had to hold you firmly with his arms around your torso since you're technically the one with no seatbelt. He would still be a caring boyfriend. He would once in awhile ask you if you're feeling okay when the position seems a bit uncomfortable, but he also asks so he can get distracted from this embarrassing sotuation- the girls are literally watching you both, it's unbearable;;;/lh

In the end, he would began to become more comfortable when you sit on his lap. It's so comfy when he gets to hold you by the soft fabric of your indoor clothes -  well, only when no one is watching you two more than necessary -

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I'm not done here-

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//Horropedia ordering at a drive thru with s/o.

If you don't eat any of these, just imagine it/ih

Horropedia, but with that "Burger King with my burger queen" vine whenever the Burger King scenario happens - someone plz save me. How did I even know this/ih

McDonald's drive thru would be silly - would buy you a happy meal (if you ask), hamburgers, lots of french fries, one soda cup as he orders the McCafe/lh

Doesn't usually order a lot unless he decides to spend a vacation binge watching in his room---;;;

I feel like he is more like the coffee shop customer type - probably a Starbucks fan, even since he is such a coffee lover according to his voiceline/ih. Except he doesn't drink it with ice(what a smart chad.)

If he wasn't sitting, you could tell how his nonexistent tail wags whenever you hand feed him as he drives back home.

[xanticore]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

Genre: fluff ,, angst

Setting: early 80s in New York.

Warnings: mentions of low self confidence ,, main character doesn't think she's exactly pretty. ( Kirk reassures her that she's gorgeous 🎀 )

Summary: Kirk invited you to a cabin date as one of your christmas presents. He visited you in New York and rented a cabin for the weekend. It was a fairly nice and cozy one at that. Over the hours, the snow has gotten more strong as a blizzard came through having you two stuck in together. You two were just friends but Kirk was in love with you. This was a perfect moment to confess after the ending of Howls Moving Castle.

Note: this was my entry for @mustainegf writing competition but i got disgustingly sick, so I couldn't finish in time for the deadline. I hope you guys enjoy it. If you never watched Howls moving castle, I highly recommend you guys watching it.

I know the movie came out in the 2000s but for the sake of the fic, act like it came out in 1983!!

I finally landed in upper state New York. I was a bit scared that my flight was going to have to land somewhere else but luckily, the plane managed to land safely. Snow was falling on and off and there was a lot of people getting prepared for the blizzard that was going to pass over. I shook it off. It won't be that bad right?

Anyways, I claimed my bags and headed out to get a taxi. So much traffic, especially on these days since christmas was just around the corner. I decided to visit my best friend (name) and give her christmas presents early. I was able to borrow a car from a cousin who lives here and I drove myself to her house. I couldn't help but get out the car. We both ran into each others arms. I couldn't resist on picking her up and spinning her around.

We did our usual secret handshake and then helped her put her bags in the trunk. It was light rain falling and we just catched up on each other's lifes. I just joined metallica. She just got promoted to manager. We were living life so comfortably I love it. We deserve it...she deserves it.

Before going straight to the cabins, We went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and other food items. Of course, there wasn't much left of anything as people stocked up for the blizzard. We both managed to get what we can and left the store. Arriving 34 minutes later, we both got our bags in and was able to get the rest of the groceries from the truck. The cabin smelled like pine cones and wood. It was a nostalgic smell that we both remembered from our childhood.

(name) went to put her clothes away and I went to work to get the fire started in the fire place. It was now around 6 in the evening and the snow was falling covering the roads again. We both looked out at the big main window. "We might be snowed in...luckily we have some food, warmth, and each other's company right?" I said looking at her giving her the playful wink. I watched her chuckle and went back to the kitchen.

You know, couples or friends would be baking holiday cookies or try their best to build a gingerbread house, but me and (name) is different. We made christmas shaped pizzas and had an Iron Maiden album play in the background. It's nothing jolly about Iron Maiden but I could careless. I think christmas songs are just too cringey now-especially since i'm not a kid anymore.

But; I still had that christmas spirit in me at heart. That's something I know I can't deny. We finished our pizza and watched the news on the weather. The blizzard will eventually hit us hard than expected.

This is a state emergency. All residents of the New York area, must stay inside at all cost. If needed, tread carefully out in the snow. Only go out for emergencies only.

I wasn't used to this type of weather in California-but it was a change of pace. I will be stuck in a warm cabin with (name). We both fell silent and changed the channel. She immediately stopped channel surfing hearing Jem and the Holograms theme song. "Oh no-" I groaned. "Yes Kirk!" I was defeated. I knew I couldn't argue with her. She was singing the theme song word for word not missing a beat.

I never seen someone so invested in a show like she was. Her room is nothing but Jem and the Holograms-and don't get me started on her halloween costume. It was a glitter nightmare. "You know if you really wanna watch some real cartoons...let me rephrase-anime..cowboy bepop is the way to go." I said with a smug response. I didn't really care for Jem. It was just too girly for me and not really up my alley.

"Tsk..and you think space cowboys are better than pop stars?" She said with a scoff. I scoffed right back at her. "Of course. It's something that's never been done before. Cowboy bepop is so fun to watch and read. I got all the manga when I was in Japan." I said with confident smirk. (name) just shook her head in disbelief and went back to watching her show. I was occupied with some horror magazines and just waited until her show was over. WHICH SEEMED LIKE FOR FUCKING EVER.

I heard that theme song at least 3 times. I glanced over at her and nothing. She didn't seem bored at all. This show cannot be that good if I'm not getting this type of attention she's giving Jem. I sat on the couch in disbelief but found it quite cute. Her eyes were twinkling like stars as she watched. She was so mesmerized by it, acting like it was her first time watching the show.

It was the end of the last episode and finally had her to myself again. We both talked and I even bought my guitar and mini amp. I gave her some tips on how to play and she did it perfectly. I quickly went into our shared room to retrieve her presents. They were still wrapped in her favorite color wrapping paper. I walked out and she was still occupied with my guitar in hand messing around with the chords.

"Hey..." I said lowly. I got her attention and her eyes lit up. She then frowned. "Awh Kirk..It's not christmas yet and I didn't bring your gifts.." She said with a disappointed sigh. "No it's fine. I just wanted to give you this early." I reassured her. I sat down next to her laying the presents down on the coffee table. Two gifts wrapped and a gift that was inside a christmas themed sesame street bag. I noticed her chuckle at the sesame bag. Sesame street was our favorite show growing up and the gift inside was something special.

"Well, go on. Open them. But start with the present that's wrapped. The sesame street gift is for last" I said smiling picking up a random gift and handing it to her. Her face glowed as the tv lights illuminated onto her. I watched as she tear into the first gift. It was a limited edition Jem singing doll that comes with a microphone for her to sing as well. Her eyes sparkled and the way her eyes were so big and animated, I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

"Oh my god-" Was all she said. Her eyes scanned over the details and art on the box. "This is a limited edition- I always wanted this as a kid how?"

"I have my ways sweetie." I said before gesturing towards the other wrapped gift.

It was a medium sized box and I watched her tear it open. It was a vinyl signed by Samantha Newark who voices Jem/Jerrica. Samantha was wearing the iconic Jem costume. The cover of the vinyl was similar to the tv show cover art. I knew how much she loved Jem specifically so I got her this version. I couldn't help but laugh and took notice of how (name) was tearing up.

"How Kirk?"

"Well, Surprisingly she came to one of the shows in New York. This was actually her last vinyl before it became sold out. She gave it to me, and I was surprised we stayed at the same hotel." I explained. I could see the way her heart was flipping around in her chest. "You met Jem?!"

I nodded. "In the flesh."

"Ugh as much you crap on the show, you sure do have miracles." She said rolling her eyes. I watched as she looked at both of her Jem gifts. Just taking in the sight of the most prized possessions she owns. "Ok put Jem down. You got one more gift to open."

I slid the sesasme street bag towards her. She took out the bunched up color paper and took out the gift. It was a handmade frame ; made by me. The picture is of us two when we first met at school. Elementary to be exact. We were wearing the same elmo shirt and red pants. It was a coincidence and our mothers couldn't help but snap a picture.

I remember I just so happy and outgoing but (name) was just so timmid and shy. I liked her company ever since then. She looked at the picture, and couldn't help but see the melancholy on her face. "This is so sweet Kirk." She smiled still looking at the picture. She also took the time to observe the homemade frame. She sat the picture back in the bag and gave me a tight hug. I hugged her back. We both sat in silence, for a moment just feeling each other's presence. "This is so precious, thank you..It's going on my night stand when I get home." She eventually broke the hug and grabbed her gifts. I watched her walk into our shared room. I was alone and I felt so confident. I grinned at how my gifts managed to make her happy and I want nothing else in the world but that.

She was gone for about 5 minutes and came back with a vcr tape. It was of a movie. "Lets watch a movie shall we?" She said. "I'll set everything up and you go on and make the popcorn." I nodded before getting and headed my way towards the kitchen. I don't know why my heart was beating so fast. We always watch movies together like this...why is tonight seem so different? I shook off the thoughts and popped the large popcorn bag in the microwave. The microwave beebed and I took out the warm yet piping hot bag of popcorn. I poured each of us a good amount into two bowls before heading out to the living room.

"Here you go sweets." I said handing her popcorn. She mouthed a thank you and I sat down on the couch next to her. The movie started playing automatically. The title of it showed 'Howls moving castle' I never watched the movie before but I heard positive things about the animation. Hell, I even saw pictures around Tokyo of it.

As the movie played, I didn't really eat much of my popcorn. Some parts of the movie was good but even though I was interested, I couldn't stop glancing over at her- every chance I get. I sighed to myself and watched the movie. Some scenes that came on, I noticed how different she acted..or more so reacted towards the main character.

I felt a pang of sadness.

We got to the part where Howl was having his break down.

"I give up. I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful."

That quote really took me aback. I looked over at her once more and heard what Sophie yelled before running out the castle crying. I looked back at the screen and felt sad. (name) looked sad. I grabbed the vcr remote and paused the movie. "Everything alright?" I asked in concern. She seemed super down. Was she relating to Sophie? No way. (Name) is beautiful and she knows it right?

"Just this scene is really getting to me. Especially what Sophie said"

My heart sunk. I never thought she would confess something like that. I didn't say anything as I sensed she was about to say something else. "I don't wanna go too deep into it and ruin our jolly mood but, honestly I really have low self confidence in myself and my looks..." She explained herself. "I never told anyone this because I usually write it in a journal. I just don't see myself as a pretty girl."

I started to process what she said about herself. Why was she saying these things. Out of impulse, I just grabbed her and pulled her into a reassuring hug. Her head was against my chest now. "Don't say such things..it hurts my heart..." I said in a whisper. I caressed her back in a soothing manner. "You know, in my eyes, You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Whoever told you that you aren't...screw them. They probably look like a demon while you look like an angel sweets. My beautiful girl."

(name), pulled back and we locked eyes with each other.

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do. Why would I lie about something like this?" I replied tucking her hair behind her ear. I watched her smile and I smiled back. I wanted to kiss her so bad but I knew it wasn't the right moment...at least not right now.

40 minutes later the movie was at its end. Howl was cured and Sophie was back to her original age. The two lovers looked so perfectly together and I couldn't help but think about the two of us like that. The movie ended where Howl and sophie kissed as the castle was now flying through clouds.

This being my first movie from studio ghibli, I learned a lot from it. The credits and music came right after and I turned my head to look at (name) again. I smiled with affection and grabbed her chin gently; slowly moving her head to look me in the eyes.

I can't believe I was so bold but, I couldn't help it. "You're so gorgeous you know that?" My tone of voice was soft as silk. I watched her blush and try to turn away.

"Do you know I see you as my sophie?" I moved my hand up to caress her cheek now. "I love you..." I whispered. I watched her face fully blush and pupils dilated. "I can see the way your eyes are..." I chuckled. She giggled at my response and leaned in to place a peck on her lips.

"Seems like we will be in this cabin for a couple days..that's perfect right? I have my own beautiful girl with me.."

a/n: ending a little rushed but idc i just needed this done. I hope all the readers enjoy this concept. Original prompt was by @mustainegf ( not my entry anymore sobbs )

dividers: cr to owners

[ananke-xiii]

nostalgic pb&j and uneaten cheeseburger

food motifs abounds in s9, a season where angels were unsubtly compared to apex predators (in all the meanings of the word, angels are "monsters with good pr") and where cain (apex predator extraordinaire, father of murder AND farming) is a beekeeper.

angels on earth are sadly feeding off human souls and hunting down the perfect matches that can contain them. a good chunk of them are downright parasites and they all remind me of a virus: a hunter creature that needs a host to live. if the heavenly host has its gates shut down the angels are definitely not above using different methods of energy siphoning.

castiel and sam are two good examples of strong vessels and in no time angels seek them out, con them and try to sneak into their meatsuits. it doesn't work for cas but in sam's case they were successful. (i'm not gonna enter the gadreel arena right now but i just want to note that no angel looked for the michael's sword: interesting, though, that he ends up with the first blade, an object hidden in the depths of the ocean ((this thing with dean and oceans/submarines/things locked and thrown into deep-sea spaces is quite beautiful. i mean very. very sad but beautiful nonetheless considering that water is the number one maternal symbol)).

while sam is the unfortunate guinea pig/food metaphor in this scenario, castiel, who escaped possession, learns the joy of eating. he eats a lot of stuff, even toothpaste. he loves burritos. but what he loves the most are pb&j.

pb&j was the food april (i'm also not gonna go there now for my own mental health) offered him in his hour of need, when his newly found basic needs weren't met and when he felt the most lonely and vulnerable. pb&j is thus also associated with the exploration of sex (good idea, awful. awful execution) since this is what he does with april. and since april is a reaper who kills him, food, sex and death get all tangled up in one thing, 3 letters: p b and j, the human trifecta.

so when cas eats something else (the grace of one of his own) and becomes an angel again he's cut off from human experiences (except fear, anger, hurt, grief, getting manipulated and lied to cause apparently those are universal things and the human experience is reduced to the sensual and the physical realms, the sole things that can bring some joy while happiness seem nowhere to be found in all species. but that's for another day).

becoming a born-again angel (and the prey that eats its predator) makes castiel nostalgic of his time as a human. a pb&j sandwich just doesn't taste the same now. which seems a paradox since his time as human was nothing but pain but i digress (i'm not 100% sure castiel has ever come close to the rationalization of the tons of abuse he had to suffer). because cas has learnt something as a "human" and that's what counts. he's not the same as he was before. he has changed.

cheeseburgers, on the other hand, are dean's favorite. they mean what they mean to every human: many things. The joy of eating and sharing convivial moments, a refuge from the pain, a coping mechanism, a way to keep the body alive in the ways one can afford etc. as i said, many, many things.

they're also the food dean refuses to eat in "my bloody valentine", an episode about the emptiness, the void and the darkness one can feel inside. the same episode where an unusual castiel scarfs down hundreds of cheeseburgers.

in other words, when dean refuses a cheeseburger... when he leaves one uneaten... things are not good. even crowley knows this and seeing dean leaving the food untouched marks his moment of glory.

an uneaten cheeseburger means dean's too detached from human experiences, too close to jump to the other side. and, unfortunately, this ia exactly what happens: if castiel was seduced and killed by april, dean is seduced by crowley and eventually got killed as a result.

the way to becoming a demon makes dean leave his uneaten cheeseburger, his human life in a little nutshell. he's also not the same as before. he has changed.

there's like. a lot. to say about the food motifs in s9. i find it very interesting and helps me enjoy the season and engage with it in a critical way that doesn't depress me every minute of every episode.

[slumbering-girl]

Ikenfell

After I looked at the community screenshots on Steam, I looked forward to play this so much. It looked so gay! And it is!

Also it's was a very rough ride at the beginning until I got the main mechanic down and gained a few more characters to the party. See, there's a gimmick here in this (j)RPG/tactics game when you must press a button in the right time when attacking or defending. At what time? Sometimes even that is unclear. It got on my nerves sometimes, not a fan of this at all (you can turn this off in the menu and I did in the end, it was much less stressful that way). That being said, I have also praise for this one.

Music (so many good pieces and the vocal pieces stole my heart!)

Graphics (love the PICO-8esque pixelart)

Complete ever-present queerness

Characters (lovable)

Story (I love a good mystery I'm thrown into)

Strangely, the vibe of the game, pixelart, chiptunes, dungeons, etc... strongly reminded me oldschool dungeon crawler games from DOS era for some reason, it was so nostalgic!

It played nicely on Steam Deck, the lowres pixelart graphics suited it well. I finished in about 18 hours without side quests (and help with the timing in the battles at the end). As per tradition, I cried at the ending. Worth it.

[holidayhost]

(REN) HEADCANON DUMP (2):

speaking of themed nights, the host club does host theme nights / parties such as casino nights, costume parties, holiday celebrations, etc. the drink, decor, and atmosphere shift to fit these aesthetic changes, creating diversity for their entertainment. usually, they will perform shows for these events, choreographed by ren.

for his escorting, ren typically meets where his client requests. the initial ‘meet and greet’ happens in a variety of places, though i’ve mentioned he does frequent snack bars. snack bars are great for either meeting new clients or meeting up with pre-existing clients. for the transaction itself, he typically either takes clients to or meet clients at what are called “love hotels.” love hotels are a good way to spend a (relatively) safe time with a client. a love hotel is “a kind of japanese institution that rents out rooms by the hour to couples who want to be intimate somewhere other than home. love hotels promise absolute discretion and aim to eliminate face-to-face contact with receptionists.” they also typically happily rent out to foreigners, of which ren has entertained plenty of. foreigners are typically (to him) easy money. they’re more willing to spend for “an experience” with someone they won’t see again. he doesn’t like going to “their place” very often, but he will go to a hotel room. if he’s desperate enough, ren has been known to go home with people, or he’ll go home with clients he’s known and seen for a long time. typically it’s love hotels because they’re cheap, they’re made for “couples”, and you’re meant to be there for a good time, not a long time. most check-ins are for a few hours. ren is a regular at several establishments.

he used to steal money from foreign clients when money was extremely tight. this didn’t become a habit, and ren does not traditionally steal from his clients ... he just charges more.

snack bars and love hotels are primarily where you can find ren when he’s not at the club. snack bars are a way to meet clients or meet up with clients. love hotels are a good way to spend a (relatively) safe time with a client. he doesn’t like going to “their place” very often, but he will go to a hotel room. if he’s desperate enough, ren has been known to go home with people, or he’ll go home with clients he’s known and seen for a long time. it’s typically love hotels because they’re cheap, they’re made for “couples”, and you’re meant to be there for a good time, not a long time. most check-ins are a for a few hours. ren is a regular at several establishments. 

to diagnose ren, i’d say he has a combination of depression and anxiety including separation anxiety but not social anxiety, functioning alcoholism, an addictive personality, an ED, and compulsive behaviors with ocd aligned tendencies. he’ll never really get diagnosed by anyone, but ultimately that’s what he’s got going on.

ren craves domesticity, and he would love to be married, to have more children – but he feels he could never be a real husband to anyone, especially with his career and the things he’s done. he feels washed up, and is too nostalgic and existential to continue living life truly forward. he does that through kyosuke.

hobbies: cooking, gardening; baking, sewing, working

likes: work, fashion, milk tea, fruit, pop and classical music, j-dramas

dislikes: slacking off, spicy food, too much seasoning or sauces (”flavor”), red meat, unnecessary conflict, bullying, anime

screenname: renrabbit

im thinking about how ren basically got into this industry out of necessity and then couldn’t get out, and how badly he wanted to play piano. how he would stand outside of the symphonies to listen to the music, wishing he could he play with them. he’s always been very musically inclined – he can play piano, had touched the violin, can dance (he’s not a technical dancer, think more idol-based), and can sing. it just never happened for him, and while those skills have helped him as a host and even as an escort and rent-a-boyfriend, he wanted to be more than that. he’s been stripped down to what he feels is his most valuable asset: his body. any extra money he has goes into his appearance, having to keep up a beauty that’s almost unreachable. his drive to be number one and maintain that position is basically out of the need for control, he has no control other than shining!. his overcomplicated relationship with food stems from both control and his drinking, having to eat plain meals because he’d throw up otherwise. it sort of just spiraled from there into an extreme diet of plain everything. he’s the primary caretaker and has a lot on his shoulders, and still manages to ‘be everywhere’ when all he wanted (and wants now) is a good, small, happy life with his son. he knows this path is what brought him kyosuke, but there’s still a private need / desire that he cannot satiate, and thus satiates in his personal life with what he knows best: sex. when he isn’t working, he’s seeking comfort in others by providing them what he knows is his best attribute and talent: pleasure. coupled with childhood trauma, ren basically went in without ever having an exit to get out. while goro might be a curse, he was ren’s biggest blessing.

hosts typically work as hosts in their late teens (18,19) to their mid-twenties on average, but it’s not completely uncommon to have older hosts. there are hosts in their late 30s and 40s even. there is also a host named roland (26) that’s able to make 48 mil. yen in a month, and the most famous hostess hoshino kurumi who earns an estimated $930 usd per day. she also once got a $38,000 necklace as a gift. obviously, these are insane success stories, and not the norm, and ren will never achieve this level of fame (not in his main canon anyway), but it’s interesting to see that there’s a huge spectrum in this industry specifically to hosting.

ren…has a breeding kink, he has that urge to just spread his seed all over tokyo and ive mentioned before that he probably has children out there that he doesn’t know about. he loves being a dad and that drive is …… Heavy.

ren wears pantyhose under his suit pants, he finds it keeps everything together and is a fun little surprise for his partner. ren gives good strip teases. sometimes he’ll wear pieces of lingerie, usually to highlight his legs, or generally if it’s a fetish for a client or personal partner, and he also likes to see his partner in lingerie regardless of their gender (though it is preferred on women). he’ll wear a corset sometimes but mostly for specific outfits. and bunny suits. 

ren smokes menthol lucky strikes as his primary choice of cigarette, but when he’s drunk he’s not too particular.

[shazzeaslightnovels]

Zero no Tsukaima 1

Author: Noboru Yamaguchi

Illustrator: Eiji Usatsuka

Label: MF Bunko J

Release Date: 22 June 2004

My Score: 3/5

Premise: Saito, a boy from Japan, gets summoned by Louise, a noble student of magic school. Louise is known as Louise the Zero as all of her attempts at magic end up in failure. This time, that failure comes in the form of summoning Saito as her familiar. With no way of going home, Saito must adjust to this life in another world.

This series is so nostalgic for me. The anime was super popular when I was getting into the culture and it was one of the first that I watched. I loved it at the time. I really wanted to rewatch it for this review, but it's not available legally to stream anywhere in Australia and the site that I was using for series like that went down and I have yet to find another one. Based on the episode descriptions on wikipedia, it looks like they moved events around a lot and I'm sad I couldn't check it out to see for myself. From what I remember, Rie Kugimiya's performance as Louise is iconic. I also feel like Louise was more abusive in the anime. Like she still treats Saito poorly here, but I don't recall her ever getting out the whip. Maybe that comes later.

Regardless, my nostalgia for the anime definitely affected my enjoyment of the light novel. That is, I liked it a lot more than I expected to. There are some things that haven't aged well, like one of the teachers has a habit of fondling women's butts, and some of the scenes with Kirche were hard to read, but I enjoyed it overall. The plot was interesting, the characters grew on me, and it even made me laugh more than once. In particular, there's a scene where Kirche is trying to seduce Saito, and her other lovers keep on interrupting saying that she told them to meet her at that time. She keeps on being like, "[ridiculous fantasy name]! Give me 2 hours!" and then to Saito she'll be like, "Oh him? He's just a friend." and it made me laugh so hard.

I've heard that this is the blueprint for modern isekai series as a lot of them started off as fanfiction for this series, and I can definitely see that. There's a lot of tropes here that have become prevalent in modern isekai. But I do think this has more heart than a lot of them. It also doesn't have video game mechanics, mayonnaise, or slavery (yet). I like that that characters feel like teenagers. There are scenes where Saito makes fun of Louise like a high schooler would and Louise is just as immature, but we see both of their good sides. I also like that there is a mystery here about why Saito was summoned and what his powers are. Oh, also the art is really good. It's simple, but it feels like it's working together with the story to reveal things to the reader and help them visualise the scenes.

I liked this volume far more than I expected to and I do want to read more. I remember that the romance got pretty messy in later seasons of the anime, so I'll be curious to see if the light novel is different.

[thealmightyemprex]

Voyage Through the Disney Canon :1937-1949 ranking

These are the first 11 Disney animated films ,ranked from my least favorite to most favorite

11.Fun and Fancy Free -Ah Fun and Fancy Free,the favorite Disney film of nobody ,at least from what I have seen .I have never seen any one talk about this one positively and yeah I'm not gonna praise it either,this film is rather messy .I really dont like the first segment about Bongo the Bear,I actually think it is dreadful (THough Dinah Shore does some good narration ),Jiminey Cricket is a bit grating here ,and I like Edgar Bergen in general but wow is the wraparound segment with him unsettling especially if you dont know who he is .The Mickey and the Beanstalk segment is good but not to noteworthy aside from Bill Gilbert delivering a enjoyable performance as the giant and there is a scene where Donald becomes murderously insane ,thats fun

10.Saludos Amigos -This movie isnt bad,its just....Barely a film .Its only a bit over 40 minutes ,it feels more like EDutainment talking about South America .It fine for what it is and hey it gave us Jose Carioca

9.Melody Time -Its fine .I like the Blame it on the Samba segment and the Johnny Appleseed segment is sweet and definately the best part of the film,gets me misty eyed ,but every other segment is just.....OK to me

8.Three Caballeros -The much better companion film to Saludos Amigos,this film is weird and energetic ansd just fun,with the titular song being a highlight .

7.Dumbo:So of the 5 Capital C Classics(The first 5 films Disney made which are Snow White,Pinocchio,Fantasia ,Dumbo and Bambi ),I didnt know which ones would rank where.....But knew of the 5 Dumbo would be the lowest,which I feel bad about cuase...I really like Dumbo ,its a very nostalgic childhood favorite :Pink Elephants is a great sequence,the Baby Mine song brings a tear to my eye .heck the songs in general are good,Dumbo is a lovable protagonist and I love the performance of Edward Brophy as Timothy the mouse ,I think he is an underrated sidekick.It has a MAJOR problem with it and yes it is the racism ,like wow,not just the crow scene but the song "Happy Hearted Roustabouts" which is just...Yikes .However theres another reason it is not higher becuase it does its job too well.It was made to be a short simple movie,and it suceeds in being that ,but as such the other films I find more interesting .However let it be known I have a soft spot for Dumbo

6.Make Mine Music -This ia an underrated gem.I personally dont dig the more abstract segments but theres a lot of fun music and animation and I think the final segment the Whale That Wanted To Sing at the Met is a masterpiece with for me,the saddest moment in the Walt era

5.Fantasia -FAntasia is a movie I admire more then I like .Most of what I love is in the second half,I adore the Dance of the Hours and the Pastorial Sympathy and of course Night on Bald Mountain is MAGNIFICENT ,butwith the exception of the delightful Sorcerers Apprentice,the first half drags for me .I do like the movie ,finding it very artistically pleasing but I cant say its one of my personal favorite Disney films but can totally see why it is a favorite for many

4.Bambi -This is a contender for the best looking film of the Walt era,gorgeous backgrounds ,great character animation and its more of a vibe then a story .Its not for everyone....But Bambi is awesome to me,its kind of neat just watching this deer live his life .ITs really cute (Especially the stuff with Thumper the rabbit ),its gorgeous and has some solid emotional moments .I dont like the soundtrack but the rest of the film I really enjoy .

3.The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad -This is my favorite of the wartime/post war animated films cause its one I watched a bunch as a kid .No9w truthfully the first segment covering Wind In the Willows is just good.I like the performances of Eric Blore as Mr Toad and J PAt O Malley as Cyril ,theres some funny moments,Basil Rathbone is a good narrator ,but I prefer other takes on Wind in the Willows and I dont like how minimized Ratty and Mole are .....The second segment is a masterpiece,with great character animation,comedy,wonderful narration by Bing Crosby who also sings the banger that is the Headless Horseman song and yeah the Headless Horseman himself is a wonderfully scary villain with the chase scene between him and Ichabod Crane being one hell of a climax.

2.Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs -This film the more I see it the more I love it .Its funny cause I used to not like this movie but now I have fallen for its simplistic charm.It feels like no other Disney film ,like it is so unpolished cause they are trying to figure out how to make a feature and I finsd it endearing .Snow White is a character I do care about,the Queen is a simple yet imposing villain and By god when she becomes the Witch she is reallly creepy and rightfully has been nightmare fuel for many a child over the generations (Props to the voice work of Lucille LaVerne ).The scene stealers really are the Dwarfs ,especially Grumpy and Dopey who are played an animated well.Bit of a comfort movie for me ,so had to place it a bit high

1.Pinocchio-This is one of my favorite animated films of all time .It is sweet ,it is dramtic , and it can be really intense .The songs are all great (No Strings On Me might be my favorite ) .The character animation is great (I particularly love Bill Tytlas animation of Stromboli ) ,the climax is just a marvel of animation (Monstro the Whale is one hell of a feat of animation ),Pinocchio is a likeable protagonist,Honest John is a hilarious comedic villain who stands in contrast to the more terrifying villainay of Stromboli and the Coachman ,and Jiminy Cricket ,Geppetto,and Figaro are just lovable.I love lovve love love love love love this movie .

@ariel-seagull-wings @makingboneboy @amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland @filmcityworld1 @princesssarisa

[thelensofyashunews]

RASHEED CHAPPELL SHARES NEW SINGLE "ICE BURG (GOOD RUN)" (FEAT. LAMAR TYREE)

Tri-State mainstay Rasheed Chappell has just shared his new single "Ice Burg (Good Run)" (feat. Lamar Tyree). The emcee also recently announced that his new album NONSTOP, produced entirely by ATL finger drummer extraordinaire and Atlanta Hawks in-game music producer beatsbyjblack, will be out later this month on August 30th. Made during Chappell's recent 36-hour trip to Atlanta, the forthcoming album is an alchemic blend of New Jersey boom bap bar work and the energetic, trap-heavy production ATL has become known for. A soulful track that finds Chappell reminiscing on his life's journey, "Ice Burg (Good Run)" (feat. Lamar Tyree) is bolstered by nostalgic lyricism, ultra-smooth vocals, and hopeful overtones ("No attachment, be free/Do you, I'ma do me").“'Ice Burg' is a eulogy," Chappell explains. "J provided the perfect backdrop to say my final goodbyes to my old life.”

"Ice Burg (Good Run)" (feat. Lamar Tyree) stamps the third outing from NONSTOP following the recent release of singles "No Play Play" (feat. Benngiie), the visual for which surpassed 135K views in just 11 days, and "Haysoos" (feat. SoundsLikeDen). An artist who has garnered attention as a counterpoint to the coke rap wave of recent years and an integral member of the gritty Hip-Hop collective TRUST Gang alongside his contemporaries 38 Spesh, Ransom, Che Noir, Klass Murda & others, Rasheed Chappell is a seasoned emcee who has been hailed for his vivid wordplay and uncanny ability to paint pictures through language within his raps. Since the release of his 2020 collaborative album with 38 Spesh, Ways and Means, Rasheed Chappell has put out a strong run of projects, including the Buckwild-produced Sinners and Saints.

Following 2022's A Portrait Of��with Little Vic, Rasheed Chappell returned with The Arcitype-produced project Sugar Bills in 2023, while recent months have seen him release 38 Spesh collaboration tape Checks & Balances. Now with new album NONSTOP, Rasheed Chappell is continuing his hot streak — and showcasing why he's earned his stripes as a key player in New Jersey's underground hip-hop scene.

[poguehoe4life]

Somewhere only we know

"You're leaving?" JJ asked me collapsing on the couch next to John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope. " I have a few hours until my flight so I can say goodbye," I whispered as JJ stood. "If you have a minute, why don't we go somewhere only we know." He reached for my hand, leading us outside to the tree house. We hadn't been up there for years but something about your best friend leaving makes you nostalgic. We barely fit but we made it work, passing a joint around. "I just don't understand why you'd want to leave OBX. It's your home." I sighed. "It's not that I want to leave. I have to J." "But why? Why do you have to leave?" he asked knowing I couldn't answer him. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking up. I was staring. So was he. "Look y/n if you're really leaving then I need to get something off my chest." He took a deep breath. "Ever since I saw you at the kegger that night something in me felt, whole. Like you filled that space no one else could. And ever since then, I've been in love with you. And I know you probably think that I'm only saying this because-" I leaned over and kissed him. "Sometimes J, you talk too much." He pulled me onto his lap kissing me with everything he had. His hands slipped under my shit and gripped my waist like he was never going to let go. Our clothes started piling up on the floor as he began to kiss my neck. "I'm serious y/n. I fucking love you." I smiled and kissed him softly. "I love you too J."

[pjunicornart]

Random Thoughts About Cornelius/Lewis I think about way too often

Title is self explanatory. Mostly headcanons under the cut.

I wonder what else he's picky about? Why would he make a PB&J gun? Because he's like me. Portions on certain foods need to be EXACTLY TO MY SPECIFICATIONS otherwise I'll break down. So if he's picky about a simple PB&J, what else is he picky over? I think he doesn't like a lot of spaghetti sauce on pasta, or he just orders butter pasta. He probably never has any kind of liquid/creamy based thing on subs, like mayo or dressings. Also can't stand coconut. Just a vibe.

I don't think Neil tolerates heat very well. I feel like on really hot Summer days, the last thing he wants to do is go outside... unless it's to a pool. Because he gets heat sick very easily, and he feels like he's gonna puke but he knows he's not but because he feels like he is he's just in an eternal cycle of suffering. I'm not speaking from experience what are you talking about...

Loud/sudden loud noises are probably a sensitive thing for Cornelius. I feel like when he was younger he'd hate the sound of blenders, mixers, rumble strips on roads, lightning, etc. As well as shrill/cringe inducing noises such as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam, crinkling/ripping/rubbing plastic, squeaky markers on whiteboards, buzzing from flies and bees, and squeaky shoes on linoleum floors.

Do you think Neil ever goes into one of those little travel bubbles and just kinda floats through the air? Like to be in a calming environment.

I think besides dogs, he also wants a pet snake. It was like that when he was a kid, and as an adult, he still wants a pet snake.

Cornelius has a very specific way of doing things, and if you mess up that system by cleaning his mess for him, you're dead!

I think in general he has sleep issues. Especially when Neil is on business trips. He's only comfortable (and used to) sleeping in his own environment, so any other environment messes with his routine enough to make him toss and turn.

In case it wasn't already obvious, I think Cornelius is autistic. Self diagnosed later on down the line. I feel like the physical symptom he displays the most (aside from fidgeting) is toe walking.

Let's face it... Lewis in the movie is kind of an irritable jerk. But I think this is explained by his past. He always keeps his guard up and he never wants to get close to anybody because they always leave him. Hence why he scolds himself for letting himself think Wilbur was a friend, rather than scolding Wilbur for lying after he found out.

He didn't like frogs at first because "Ew, slimy."

He was definitely the type to always get picked last in gym class. Neil can't catch a ball to save his life... but he is a pretty fast runner.

Another vibe I get, but I feel like there were those times when he wished Mr. Willerstein could be his dad. He was essentially the only thing close to a father figure he had in his life before he got adopted. We don't see much screen time with them interacting, but it's clear Lewis and Mr. Willerstein had a pretty good teacher-student relationship. Hell, I even feel like Lewis would prefer to spend his lunch hour with his teacher instead of in the cafeteria with everybody being loud and annoying.

If Neil is gonna play any game, it's gotta have good puzzles. So what I'm saying is he probably played a lot of Professor Layton. But because he grew up during the DS, Wii, and Gamecube era, he's probably nostalgic for those Zelda games (Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword), Mario games (New Bros. Wii, Mario Kart Wii, Galaxy 1 & 2, Mario Kart DS, Mario Party DS, Double Dash, Sunshine, Paper Mario), as well as the Metroid and Megaman games which would've been in circulation during that time period. For some reason, I don't think he was ever interested in Pokemon. I feel like that's more Franny's schtick.

Cornelius does NOT like horror games. Unless it's FNaF, because it's not actually scary most of the time.

He either sleeps in the softest blankets known to man or he ain't sleeping at all.

Neil may be one of the smartest men on Earth, yes, but he still has his dumb moments. Like when he's trying to find the syrup in the pantry for his pancakes, and he can't find it so he asks Wilbur for help. Then Wilbur proceeds to find the bottle of syrup that was right in front of Neil's face the whole time, and he somehow didn't register its existence.

Lewis prefers longer socks to normal length socks, because he blisters easily. But also because there are more fun varieties.

Frogs he can learn to love. But small, spindly spiders? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Tarantulas? He loves them because they're fuzzy and the perfect petting size! But the minute the spiders get smaller he is OUT. He hates bugs in general, really. The minute he finds a spider, ant, bee, or any bug in his house he will bomb the residence then move to Mars.

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Movie Review | Black Roses (Fasano, 1988)

Decided to watch this for National Canadian Film Day, in part because my first pick, Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, turned out to be a bit of a dud, but mostly because it was directed by John Fasano director of CanCon classic Rock’n’Roll Nightmare. That one is one of my favourite bad movies, and I remember seeing this on a list years ago when digging further into heavy metal horror movies. (That list also had Shock ‘Em Dead in the top spot, so perhaps its recommendations should be taken with a grain of salt.) This obviously offers some of the same pleasures as Nightmare, like wall to wall heavy metal music and cheesy monster effects. The most frequently played song here is “Me Against the World” by Lizzie Borden, a song I was first introduced to thanks to the sampler CD included with an ‘80s metal guide written by Martin Popoff that I once borrowed from the library. None of this will mean anything to anyone else, but I am painting a nostalgic portrait of my relationship with this music and this genre of horror.

But I didn’t find this as fun as Nightmare, in large part because it feels more like a real movie, so the goofiness doesn’t pop to the same extent. Nightmare is simultaneously a bit of a hangout piece and a vanity project, qualities that mix with the cheesy horror elements to give the movie its own distinct wavelength. Shower scenes that go on for hours, full throated speeches talking up the Toronto music industry, one-eyed monster puppets, and at the centre of it all, Jon Mikl Thor, the muscular hair metal god whose music we should be in awe of, but who is also a generous enough presence that he lets the whole cast of characters shine, including his bandmates and their spouses. He’s a very genial presence, and it’s a very genial movie.

This one is sort of genial as well, beginning initially as a gentle satire of the moral majority types afraid of the heavy metal band who has descended upon their town. These characters are adamant that heavy metal will prove a corrupting influence on the youth in their town, but after some common sense speeches by the mayor and a schoolteacher, and witnessing the opening of the act where the music and getups seem more new wave or pop rock than heavy metal, they decide their fears were unfounded. But the moment the adults leave the concert, the band instantly transforms into their hair metal leather getups and start blasting the Lizzie Borden and whatever else they have in their repertoire. Soon they have the children in their thrall and carrying out their evil bidding in black outfits and a lot more product in their hair. Despite the original feint in the opposite direction, the movie disappointingly ends up siding with the moral majority conservatism of the era.

That being said, there is something a little endearing about how much it commits to the nobility of the teaching profession as a motivation. The teacher ends up as the hero and seems genuinely concerned about his students, which adds to the afterschool special vibe of the whole thing. Even funnier is that all the students look to be at least thirty, and one of the students comes off like a Michael J. Fox impersonator but with terrible energy. It’s hard to explain, but you’ll get it when you watch him for even a few minutes. There’s also enough of the goofiness you’d want in things like this, especially in the climax where the hero very conspicuously attempts to set the stage on fire and then gets in a fist fight with a monster that seems to be shot to look an unimposing as possible.

So this does not live up to Rock’n’Roll Nightmare, one of the greatest Canadian movies ever made, but it has its charms.

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This is a total non sequitur, but I have an anecdote I want to use as a segue into a J/P concept. So, when I was in my early twenties (over a decade ago), I had this girlfriend who was such great fun to go out with. We always had a TON of fun when we got together; we went to sex clubs and snuggled in the back rooms, we went to a dollar theater to watch Jurassic Park on the big screen (it wasn’t a new movie, to be clear) and threw popcorn for each other to catch and eat, just like… Totally a good time all around. The problem was it didn’t feel like we were actually in a relationship because she’d literally go a month without even texting because her work kept her so busy.

We broke up on really amicable terms. Just agreed that it had been fun for both of us, that we were looking for different things from relationships, and gave each other a hug and kiss goodbye after probably the best date I ever got to have with anyone.

I’m in a sort of nostalgic mood tonight and got to thinking back on that. And it made me think, ‘huh, Prowl could totally be me in this scenario and Jazz could be the super fun partner who parties hard and works harder’ (she was an ER nurse who worked 12+ hour shifts a lot).

And that was kind of a fun thought for me? Since this is a fond, happy memory, and I’m always making them suffer, it seemed like a nice change of pace. Like… Jazz and Prowl get together when they’re young adults, have a fantastic time together, but Jazz has spec ops work that makes him ghost for orns at a time and even though Prowl loves their time together, he just doesn’t feel like this is a Relationship. It’s too casual for him, he can’t stand waiting for answers to texts that just…never come. So they have a great ‘last’ date and breakup. Become fond memories for each other.

And then, partly because I’m mean but mostly because I want to drag this away from my real life: what if they ended up on opposite sides of the war and met again? (Or what if Prowl had kids with someone else, or if Jazz had sired a couple and ended up with custody, or…any number of scenarios)

Anyway, if this was too personal, I apologize. I just felt like it’d be too disingenuous to frame this as purely fictional and hypothetical when it’s based on my real life. I’d rather be honest about it so you can just delete this if it weirds you out. XD

I can absolutely see this for them.

Many of my plots have been inspired by parts of my life or family lore.

I like them both having had lives and sparklings and very unexpectedly still coming back together.

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I saw Dune 2 for the third time tonight with my best friend, and my favorite part of going to movies with folks is always chatting in the parking lot together after. it was so cold but we just kept chatting and laughing!! it’s supposed to start blizzarding here in a few hours. have you watched any good movies lately? what’s the weather like for you rn? I love you infinitely

hello my darling love angel baby kyla 🥰

i miss loving a movie so much that i have to go see it in the theater more than once. it’s been so long since i did. i think since borhap. what is it with parking lots!! that makes me miss being a teenager and just hanging out in parking lots with my friends while we waited for our rides after we hung out at the mall. i’m so nostalgic now. stay warm!! it’s been rainy here today 🌧️

it’s been a long time since i watched a new movie, but lately i’ve been watching some good documentaries! i watched “100 years of warner bros.” on hbo max the other night while i baked cookies. and i also recently watched “the imagineering story” on disney+ all about the disney parks and attractions. and the recent “quiet on set” series everyone has been talking about too, which obviously wasn’t as fun of a subject, but very insightful and thought provoking, albeit disturbing and upsetting. i shall be on the hunt for something much lighter to watch next time. oh wait, there’s a new doc series coming out on amazon prime next week made by j-hope of bts about his love for dance! i’m looking forward to it a lot x