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sorenvaxana · 5 years ago

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forgot to post this platonic fonnie one shot I did the other day. y’all should totally read it

“How in God’s name would I be a strawberry?” Was a sentence Fox never expected he would say ever in his life.

Basically, Fox was spending the night at Bonnie's house. So far they spent a good few hours playing Mario Kart. They were repeatedly shushed by one of Bonnie's mothers the whole time, whereas the other offered(and managed)to beat their asses at the game.

After that, they decided to chill out and eat pizza rolls while watching Youtube. Bonnie's mothers had gone to bed shortly after they were done eating, so Bonnie and Fox spent a little while deciding what to do now that would be quiet.

Bonnie had suggested they ask each other random questions back and forth, and Fox agreed. That all led up until now, where Bonnie looked at a list of questions on his phone – they had ran out of questions, so they decided to look into a random site for ideas – and proceeded to ask "What type of fruit would you be?"

"I mean, I feel like it makes more sense than a cherry?" Bonnie replied through giggles.

"How?! I'm absolutely certain that I'm more likely to be a cherry. How does a strawberry make more sense?" Fox shot back, flabbergasted.

Bonnie raised his hands, both of his palms sideways with his fingers facing Fox in a 'let me explain' gesture. "Like...I don't know? Because strawberries are red?" He lowered his hands halfway through his sentence, his palms facing the ceiling now.

"Cherries are red!" Fox did a similar motion, pointing his elbows at his knees as his palms faced upward.

Bonnie full on laughed. "I don't- I don't know! You just don't remind me of a cherry?!"

"Abby's more likely to be a strawberry than me! God- How am I a strawberry?!" Fox had started laughing, too. The ridiculousness of the situation dawning on him.

"I- You're right, you're right!" Bonnie and Fox were both losing it now. Fox was smiling widely as breathy giggles escaped his mouth.

"Just- Give me the phone! Give me the phone." Fox reached his hand out, grabbing Bonnie's phone as Bonnie handed it to him shakily.

"God," Fox breathed out. "How did you think I was a strawberry- What fruit would you think the rest of our friends are?! What would Freddy be?"

"Uh- A banana?" Bonnie suggested, unsure.

Bonnie bursted into a fit of more giggles as Fox gave him a shocked look. “A banana?!”

“I mean, what else would he be?” Bonnie had started rocking back and forth now as he continuously giggled.

Fox paused, biting his lip as he got lost in thought for a moment. “Okay, you got me there, but you’re still on thin ice.”

Both boys immediately started laughing again, trying to keep themselves silent with barely any success.

“Alright, alright. Next question,” Fox declared with a wide smile.

“Oh no. I’m scared.” Bonnie was still giggling.

“What confuses you the most?” Fox squinted at the phone screen in confusion. “That’s such a vague ass R-slash-ask-reddit question.”

Bonnie promptly stopped rocking as his constant giggling eased a bit. ”I think I have a direct answer though.”

Fox set the phone down beside him. “Spill.”

“Emotions,” Bonnie said simply.

Fox placed his chin in his hand, looking at Bonnie expectantly. When he received a confused look in return, he replied with a persistent “elaborate?”

Bonnie shrugged in response. “I don’t know, they’re just...Confusing. Like, really hard to understand.”

Fox pondered for a moment. “I get what you mean,” he replied. “Like, sometimes you feel a certain emotion even when you probably shouldn’t?”

Bonnie nodded. “Or when you don’t recognize the emotion.”

Fox raised an eyebrow. “Can you describe it?”

Bonnie began staring at his fingers as he picked them absentmindedly. “It’s...Kind of like what you said. It’s an emotion that feels like it shouldn’t be there.”

“What makes you feel the emotion?”

“Bon.”

Fox’s interest immediately grew. “Bon makes you feel this emotion?”

“Uh-huh.” Bonnie didn’t look back up at Fox.

“What does it feel like?”

Bonnie stopped picking at his nails, mentally trying to put together a sentence that made sense. “It makes me feel giddy, I guess? It’s kind of hard to describe without me going on an inco- An incoherent word vomit.”

“Go ahead,” Fox urged.

Bonnie took a deep breath. “It makes me kind of...Self-aware? Like, I’ll be around Bon and I- I get the urge to act…Better? Like- That’s probably not the right word but whenever I’m around him I just wanna impress him? I thought it was admiration at first but…”

Fox put his hand on Bonnie’s shoulder. Bonnie made brief eye contact with him before looking back down at his hands.

“He...He said “Let’s go together, as friends”. When he said that I felt...Weird. Like, I felt upset–” Bonnie took in a shaky breath–”and I didn’t know why. I spent all night trying to think of reasons why I got upset.”

“Did you reach a conclusion?” Frankly, Fox already knew it was a crush by how Bonnie was describing it, but he’d let Bonnie explain.

“I...Think so. I- I spent hours trying to think of why I wanted to...Impress him so badly. I spent days trying to figure out why I felt so upset when that- that one guy asked him out- And why I felt so relieved yet scared when he- When he turned him down–” Bonnie’s voice grew shakier by the minute–“I spent weeks trying to figure out why whenever he smiled I couldn’t stop thinking about it even after a whole day. I spent- I spent a long time trying to figure it out, and- and I think I know why now.”

“Why?” Fox shifted closer to Bonnie.

Bonnie finally looked back up at Fox, and the sight of his expression shattered Fox’s heart.

Bonnie’s face was a light shade of pink, looking as if he was seconds from crying. His bottom lip was trembling slightly as he tried to keep himself still. His eyebrows were furrowed, obviously seeming distraught. His eyes are what took the cake though, they were glistened with tears threatening to spill over at any moment.

“I’m in love with him,” Bonnie confessed. “I’m in love with Bon and I don’t know what to do.”

A sob escaped his lips and Fox immediately pulled Bonnie into a hug. This was all really sudden, and Fox was having trouble trying to think of words to say, but it was Bonnie, his best friend. He’d do whatever it takes to get Bonnie happy again, so that’s exactly what he is going to do.

“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s alright.” This is what people do when comforting, right? Fox’s thought process broke off quickly when Bonnie gripped onto his shirt and trembled. His shirt was getting wet from Bonnie’s tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not while Bonnie’s muffled cries were the only thing he could hear.

“I- I- I don’t know–” Bonnie sobbed–“what I’m goi- going to do-” He cried harder, his whole body shaking with each sob.

Fox outstretched his legs on either side of Bonnie, letting him lean against Fox more comfortably. It was the best he could do at the moment, as he was still trying to form a coherent thought process.

Now, Fox wasn’t that close to Bon, but he did know for sure that Bon liked Bonnie back. Fox was conflicted, he knew that he could just tell Bonnie that Bon liked him back. He knew that was probably not the best solution though, he’d let Bonnie take his time.

Bonnie continued to cry. He was trying his best to hold his sobs in, but that only caused them to escape stronger. Fox just slowly rubbed his back without saying anything, he just let Bonnie cry as much as he needed to.

“I- I’m sorry,” Bonnie managed to choke out, finally calming down a bit.

“What are you saying sorry for?” Fox’s voice was gentle.

“This was- This was really sudden and I- I don’t even know why I started- started to cry-” Bonnie sobbed again.

Fox started leaning back, dragging Bonnie down with him. “It’s alright,” he said once he hit the pillow. “Have you ever had a crush before?”

“No, none that- that I can recall,” Bonnie replied brokenly. “Maybe a crush on some- some fictional character in a ca- cartoon when I was younger, but it was ne- never anything like this.”

Fox bit his lip, trying to think of what to say. “It’s completely fine to have a crush, y’know.” A brief wave panic coursed through Fox, too harsh too harsh too harsh- “Like, you’re not being dramatic about it or whatever. What I mean is, everyone gets crushes. It’s not the end of the world if you gain one.”

“I know,” Bonnie assured, his breathing slowly going back to normal. “I just- What am I going to do...?”

“Who knows what to do when they get a crush?” Fox sympathized. “Anything could happen, really.”

“That’s what I’m scared of,” Bonnie mumbled. “What if he gets weirded out if he finds out? What if- what if he hates me?-”

“He won’t hate you,” Fox interrupted.

Bonnie leaned up slightly to look at Fox. He opened his mouth to say something, but Fox cut him off.

“He won’t hate you or be weirded out. He’s not some kid in your classroom who you stare at sometimes. He’s your friend, Bonnie. Your close friend. The worst he can do is not return your feelings.”

Bonnie didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared at Fox in utter silence. Fox tensed up a bit, hoping he said the right thing to comfort him.

“You’re right.” Bonnie gave him a slight smile which Fox returned in relief. “You’re right. I wasn’t- I didn’t think about that,” Bonnie continued, letting his head fall back against Fox’s chest.

They just sat in silence now. Fox continuously rubbed circles on Bonnie’s back while Bonnie got his breathing back under control.

It was nice.

Bonnie and Fox generally never got to spend time together like this. Well, they did get to spend time together, just not like this. They always joked around, played video games, they were never serious. They still knew the other was there for the other, though. Behind all the playful arguments and the sleep deprived 4 AM conversations, they cared for each other.

Fox briefly closed his eyes as he let out a heavy and slow breath. He loved his friends, so much. He didn’t show it often, but he truly did care for them. He hated seeing them upset in any way, shape or form. He hated it if he wasn’t able to be there for them, to comfort them, to be a good friend.

He cherished moments like this, he cherished being there for the ones he loved. He wouldn’t dare tease his friends for being upset, no matter what the reason was. He used to do that when he was younger, and he wanted to avoid making that mistake ever again. It took him awhile to figure out how much of an ass he was when he was younger, but when he finally realized, he made a mental promise to not be like that to his current friends.

He loved them all so much that he couldn’t even put it into words.

“Hey.” Bonnie’s voice broke through his thoughts. “What about you? What confuses you the most?”

Fox stilled his hand, staring at the ceiling as he thought for a moment. “How you thought I was a goddamn strawberry.”

Bonnie giggled, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tried to contain his laughter. Fox smiled, chuckling along with him.

Fox loved his friends a lot, and that included Bonnie.

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lifetrader · 5 years ago

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charlotteloveandfilm-blog · 5 years ago

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If Beale Street Could Talk

Barry Jenkins’ If Beale Street Could Talk (2018) is one of the most stunning and heartbreaking movies I have seen in a long time. I was struck by how well it tied in with a lot of the big concepts we have been talking about thus far in the course, most clearly with the ideas of Platonic love and the ladder of love. The film is explicitly concerned with physical love and how sex factors into a relationship.

Tish, in her narration as well as in her normal dialogue, talks about the connection that she and Fonny share—both emotional and physical. Early on, she talks about how they had bathed together as children, how she had “dumped water over Fonny’s head.” This image is so interesting to me because it calls up the concept of baptism. Baptism is an act of purification and it often accompanies name-giving when performed on children. It is as though Tish purified Fonny in that moment as kids, just as she does now. She spends the film trying to clear Fonny’s name. It is also, obviously, a religious ceremony. The sharing of this religious moment between them points to Tish’s feelings of emotional connection to Fonny—a connection far more profound than the physical. She goes on to say “I don’t remember that we had any curiosity concerning each other’s bodies. Fonny loved me too much. And that meant that there had never been any occasion for shame between us.” Their emotional connection is not only more profound than their physical connection, it also precedes it. We live in a world in which the opposite is often true, and even in the ladder of love, it is the love of beautiful bodies that comes first. For these two, they start at the top of the ladder. This is reinforced by the idea that Fonny loved her too much to be curious about her body—as though they are already beyond that kind of love. Tish also ties shame to physical love. This is another Biblical reference—Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge and realized they were naked, and they were ashamed. Fonny and Tish are like Adam and Eve before they eat the apple. They are unashamed, but also ignorant. Naïve. I think that continues throughout much of the film. They live in their own perfect world, but when other people invade that world, that is when things start to go wrong. More on this later, I want to talk about all the 4th wall breaks, but first I want to finish talking about the scene at hand.

Tish goes on to say, “We were a part of each other, flesh of each other’s flesh, which we so took for granted that we never thought of the flesh.” This is a clear reference to Aristophanes myth of the origin of love—Tish and Fonny are two halves of a whole. But, they are somewhat divorced from their bodies. They are soulmates. Their love transcends the physical altogether, to the point that they are simply unconcerned with. However, this is not always the case. When they do finally have sex, Tish seems afraid. Fonny consoles her by telling her, “I belong to you.” This is a very interesting inversion of the typical attitude around virginity (and Tish is a virgin before Fonny)—that for a man to have sex with a woman is to take something from her, to possess her in some way. But, in this moment, it is Tish who takes a part of Fonny (which, not to be crude, is a more accurate rendering of what happens during the action of sex, isn’t it?). He later asks her if she likes it when he makes love to her, and she dodges the question. When he presses the issue, she responds, “I just know that I love you.” She does not seem particularly enthused by sex, perhaps because she sees it as unnecessary or secondary to loving Fonny. It is Fonny who is more interested in sex and in the physical generally. After all, he is a sculptor. He communicates through the physical, through objects he can make with his hands. In fact, Tish first knew Fonny was in love with her when he gave her mother and sculpture he had made. Baldwin, in most of his novels, is extremely concerned with sex and how people engage with each other physically. In the article we read this week, “Baldwin and the Occasion of Love” by Christopher Freeburg, Freeburg brings up a quotation from Soren Kierkegaard, “Love’s hidden live is in the innermost being, unfathomable, and then in turn is an unfathomable connectedness with all existence” (191). This is a sort of Platonic take on love: the idea that love eventually extends to all beautiful things, namely the forms. Freeburg claims that “Baldwin fashions a similar vision through a relentless commitment to the individual’s materiality—through nakedness, sex, and a mysterious vulnerability. Baldwin’s version of ‘all existence’ is materialized as the texture of history…” (191). I think Jenkins is extraordinarily true to this Baldwinian view of love in his adaptation. Tish and Fonny are at once ethereal and physical. Fonny, in particular, seems able to access the ethereal via the physical. And, of course, it is crucial that we, the audience are able to access the internal lives of these characters via film, an inherently physical medium.

So! To loop around to what I wanted to talk about earlier: the dozens of times this film breaks the 4th wall. As I mentioned earlier, things go wrong for these characters when other people, situations, circumstance invade their private world—when the serpent enters Eden, as it were. But, we are invading their private world just by watching this movie, and Jenkins wants us to feel that. These characters are constantly talking to the lens (and, by extension, us) during otherwise typical moments of dialogue. This places the audience, quite literally, in the character’s shoes. The first instance of this happens when Tish tells her mother that she is pregnant. We are not made to simply watch Tish as she tells her mother this news. We, too, must look into Tish’s anxious eyes. We, too, are forced to endure her mother’s expectant gaze.

This kind of camera work is an exercise in empathy, but also in voyeurism. It forces us to ask ourselves: what right do we have to bear witness to this story? To these private moments between characters? Another example that stands out to me is when Tish looks into the camera over Fonny’s shoulder while the two have sex. It is extremely uncomfortable, and it also makes us consider why normal sex scenes without 4th wall breaks don’t bother us. Shouldn’t that be just as uncomfortable to watch? But no, it is only when someone looks back at us that we become aware of our position as voyeur. In that way, the movie is emphatically confrontational. It is refusing to sit back and be watched. It watches us back.

To conclude, If Beale Street Could Talk is a movie interested in questions of physicality, spirituality, and intimacy, among many, many other things that I, unfortunately, do not have the time or space to cover. It is always a joy to watch such a rich and carefully constructed film. I will not be forgetting it soon.

#week 5 #if beale street could talk

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multishipper-baby · 6 years ago

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Also, I've been planning on maybe having some Fonnie in the sidelines of this verse? Like Fox and Bonnie aren't dating but it's more or less noticeable that there's something going on between them. I love breaking Golden's heart and you can't stop me.

And, about platonic ships, I kind of want to extend a bit on Golden and Joy's relationship, partly in the present and also in the past, since they both had to deal with a pretty shitty family. I mean, they seem to care about one another, but I don't think the show has done enough to actually show that they actually have a very deep or close relationship. In fact, to me it seems like they didn't probably interact a lot growing up, specially after Golden's mother died.

I want to talk a little about relationships in my future verse so that’s what I’m going to do:

Fox and Golden no longer have a rivalry (Since neither of them have a crush on Chica anymore) but their relationship continues to be a little strained, mostly bc they never really sat down to talk about stuff and actually get to know each other deeply. They don’t usually spend time together unless someone else in the group is with them, and they avoid being alone together. This is not to say they hate or ignore each other; they don’t. But their relationship didn’t start good, and neither of them really managed to ever pick it up to try and fix it. Golden has tried, now, but he’s afraid of showing too much of himself and Fox finding out about his crush, so his progress tends to be slow.

Basically, at the time being they don’t have a bad relationship, but they do have a rocky and kind of distant friendship, which makes it hard for them to really connect with one another.

About the other canon ship, well, they aren’t much better. Eak and Owynn’s relationship is pretty much just… there. They started it, but now they don’t know what to do with or what to make out of it, but they also don’t want to stop, so things are kind of tangled. They mostly keep it to themselves, tho, bc they don’t want others opinions on it.

And now that they have a child, they know they’re pretty much stuck with each other unless one of them decides to give up parenting, so things are more awkward than before. They know they’re going to have to talk about stuff sooner or later (Especially the whole “sorry I threatened to kill you and your friends back in high school), but they’re both very closed off emotionally so neither of them really want to have that conversation.

And talking about emotion; they are even worse when talking about their feelings. Due to everything that’s happened both of them have kind of conflicting feelings for one another, something neither of them actually acknowledges. So, basically, they’re doomed to fail. RIP OTP

#fnafhs #also i need to think about how red has been #i haven't thought much about his future verse self

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