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[unknownersirius]

My husbandos change frequently.

It's like I have a husbando of the month.

Currently it's Cooler.

I would apologize but I don't think I'm very sorry.

[happymetalgirl]

The 15 Worst Metal Albums of 2020

This list might have been shorter if not for my running into a few awful albums at the end of the year that I had been avoiding wisely up until that point. My morbid curiosity got the best of me, and what’s done is done. I’m paying the price for it by going back over the worst albums I heard all year. Let’s get this over with.

15. Ghøstkid - Ghøstkid

This was the debut solo album from the former singer of Eskimo Callboy, who had a pretty decent backing of hype heading into this release under the Ghøstkid moniker, but with the namesake frontman putting in no more than the standard performance on a bunch of poorly assembled tracks in an unappealing and dated poppy metalcore style, ultimately the eponymous album wound up disappointing me pretty substantially.

14. Powerman 5000 - The Noble Rot

Powerman 5000 are just such a low-rate band that even one of their more okay albums makes it here. While not as astoundingly, mind-numbingly basic as their worst material, The Noble Rot is still some of the most unevolved, underwritten, and forgettable electro rock and industrial metal I’ve heard from a big name artist. This is some eighth grade level songwriting here, and that’s a fuckin’ feat for a band that’s been around longer than any eighth grader has.

13. Corey Taylor - CMFT

There was a lot of hype around Corey Taylor finally coming out with a solo project, and it was pretty damn disappointing to hear a bunch of uninteresting classic rock too tacky for Stone Sour. CMFT focuses on the fun side that has made its creator such an enigmatic figurehead in the metal press, but its one-note approach does little more than highlight Corey Taylor’s songwriting deficiencies. I really could have seen this album turning out better too, with just some more time and care put into it, if a fun time of an album is what Taylor was going for. Unfortunately Taylor tried to make a party album and a grand ceremonial tribute to his greatness at the same time, and ego-petting and partying don’t really go hand in hand.

12. Evildead - United States of Anarchy

It has some good bones underneath it, but Evildead’s long overdue (if anyone was asking for it) third album wears out its welcome so quickly with some of the most adolescent thrash I’ve heard in a while. The band gets some good rhythms going and the vocals aren’t terrible either, fitting the older thrash style pretty well. But the band’s predictable formula tires out very quickly, and the political commentary of the lyrics is too cheesy and cringeworthy to ignore. It seems every year we get a handful of these kinds of albums that try to get into the simmering thrash revival with some ultra retro approach, and a good portion of those albums are from long-defunct bands who figure their primitive old-school approach might be a selling point despite their sounds often being even more juvenile against the backdrop of today’s metal landscape. So it’s not a huge surprise or anything to hear an album as ham-fisted and corny as United States of Anarchy; this year it just happened to be Evildead.

11. Five Finger Death Punch - F8

They may not always place highest in this list, but they always manage to make it here, and this was actually an improvement on the last album, not that that’s saying all that much. In fact, I’d say this is the only time in the band’s history that they actually shifted their trajectory upwards. But while the band’s ugly continual creative decay has been a hard thing to watch and made them the five finger punching bag of the metal world, there seems to be a large enough swath of mouthbreathing chuds who love their incoherent derivative shit and flock to their shows enough to put them in lucrative headlining slots and on top of the metal world. Goddamn that sure sounds a lot like someone else we all know doesn’t it. I’ve criticized them plenty in the past, and while indeed an improvement, F8 only mildly remedies the numerous problems with Five Finger Death Punch. Still septic to the system are the predictably formulaic and tiresome songwriting, the stale production, the corny butt rock choruses, the shitty bootlicking worldview that bleeds into Ivan Moody’s douchey and faux-deep lyrics, the contrived ballads and country-dabbling. Even with an improvement in the flow of the track listing and a few more bangers that somewhat hearken back to their first album, F8 is still an over-thought and overly calculated batch of Sirius XM fodder that’s trying to please everyone in some superficial way. I’ll grant that it seems as though the band realized they had been giving the more metal-immersed side of their fanbase that has been with them the longest smaller and smaller crumbs with each new album. I’m not gonna hold my breath for this being anything more than placating for the time being; I’m sure the next album will find the band back on whatever bullshit they feel (or their execs feel) they need to be on to pull enough streams from inattentive radio metal bros. I always end with the disclaimer that I still steadfastly stand by the band’s first two albums, and even American Capitalist to a degree, and that I totally acknowledge the immense potential for greatness this band could seemingly at any time decide to fulfill. Ivan Moody is a talented vocalist with a lot of star power and they really could have been the second coming of Pantera or singlehandedly ignited a new wave of American groove metal and metalcore or carried it on their own. But instead the band have followed the money on the path of least resistance to fast-track their way to the top of festival tickets, which I’m sure affords them quite enough luxury and comfort in life, more than most bands these days get, but it doesn’t exempt them from criticism, and unfortunately I think their legacy will show that they were a lowest common denominator kind of band at the end of the day when they could have been, again, like a second Pantera or something.

10. Anvil - Legal at Last

Another year, another album of Anvil unable to evolve past their prototypic thrash of their forty-year-old origins. Though as tacky as ever, Anvil actually also managed to make a mild improvement on their last album on the musical front at least. The songs are a little more energetic and easier to get through, if not for the lyricism though. Anvil lyrics are never anything beyond a fourth-grader’s poetry assignment for their English class, but some of the Facebook boomer lyrics here are fucking cringy dude. A quick look at the track listing will let you know exactly where you’re gonna find the juiciest cringe, but honestly, even as far as cringe goes it’s nothing comedically special and cringe culture in general is played out anyway. So do yourself a favor and just ignore Anvil the way they deserve to be ignored.

9. Halestorm - Reimagined

It feels a little harsh to place an EP here, especially for a band whose album back in 2018 was one of the best things I have heard to come out of hard rock in a long time. But these stripped back covers and revisions of songs from the band’s catalog just suck all the oomph out of them, perhaps making the case by contrast for the importance of the role the rest of the band behind the indeed charismatic powerhouse frontwoman Lzzy Hale play in making their sound what it is. It’s unlikely this points to any kind of new direction for them, so I’m not particularly worried about them running into this problem again. Plus, I don’t think Halestorm and Lzzy Hale are like fundamentally incompatible with more ballad-y rock music, this forced balladization of older songs just did not work, and it makes perfect sense as to why.

8. Gama Bomb - Sea Savage

The fact that this album is only number 8 on this list is just depressing for its reminder of just how much shittier it got this year. The fact that there are seven albums from this yet worse than Sea Savage, goddamn. With one exception, this was maybe the stupidest album I heard all year, at least in the thrash department it was. God this thing is a sugar high mess. I feel like a toddler on an entire bag of Halloween candy or an elementary schooler on a 2-liter of Mountain Dew sat at a computer to program a thrash album would’ve probably come up with something like this. The erratic operatic highs and dumbass lyrics, it all just embodies everything that ever made thrash look bad. It’s like that drunk guy at a party who’s hyper as shit and doing a bunch of crazy stunts for attention because he thinks it’ll make the people there like him more, but really he’s just embarrassing himself. Yeah, definitely the worst thrash metal album I heard all year, and one I wish I could unhear.

7. Amaranthe - Manifest

One of the albums I was avoiding but reviewed late out of my own weird sense of obligation that I wasn’t surprised to find only validated my reasons for avoiding it in the first place. The weird combo of dancy pop music and power metal isn’t as crazy of an idea as it might seem at first thought. In fact, that’s basically in part what Babymetal are doing, and actually getting better and better at. But Amaranthe get the worst of both worlds with Manifest, unsavory pop melodies and utterly generic symphonic metal to make for something I’m not at all surprised I was so repulsed by.

6. Trapt - Shadow Work

Yep, I listened to it. God, no wonder this band is flailing in irrelevance with aggressive MAGA nonsense being their only audible desperate plea for attention. The album, thank fuck, isn’t steeped in the same bitch boy tantrum that the band’s singer has engaged in all year to the point of getting his band’s Facebook page banned for hate speech, and the music isn’t like offensively poorly made or anything like that either. There’s clearly a conscious meeting of the baseline requirements for the type of music they make, but holy fuck it’s so damn flavorless and predictable. It’d be one thing if this was the trendy thing to be doing, but this diet hard rock for people who think Three Days Grace is too wild has been out of fashion for over a decade. And Trapt are just recycling the same dumb formula that overstayed it’s welcome in the early 2000’s. Yeah, I’m not surprised at all, but god, it’s the kind of thing that has to be apparent to the band themselves too unless they’re lacking of any and all self-awareness. Trapt have thrown themselves to the forefront of the online metal world’s discourse by being an annoying, toxic, and childish presence all year; the silver lining being the unity among metalheads in roasting their laughable posturing about their Pandora numbers and the juicy memes about their one hit “Headstrong” that rile the snowflake singer up without fail. And this shit album is just another reason to laugh at them and more fuel to roast their crybaby Trumper frontman with. Go back into your hole, Trapt. 3/10

5. Unleash the Archers - Abyss

I talked about it in my review, but there really is only one simple thing that sinks this album so low. And that is just how incredibly low-effort and lifeless it is with a genre that’s supposed to be so life-affirming. Power metal isn’t the most highly revered genre in metal, but that’s just for its cheesiness. I love it; when it’s at its best, it’s some of the most inspiring metal music out there and I genuinely wish there was a bigger demand across the board for it. But Unleash the Archers just sound so flat and unenthusiastic in this album, and, sorry, in power metal, unabashed enthusiasm is just nonnegotiable. The guitar parts are phoned in and lacking in imagination, and the vocals especially are so narrow-range, it’s all so antithetical to the ethos of power metal and it doesn’t make a strong case for itself. I’ll leave it there; this album is lazy and lifeless so I feel no need to waste any of my time and work on it.

4. Burzum - Thûlean Mysteries

Ol’ Varg must’ve needed a new wizard hat or camouflage pants or whatever goofy shit he’s been doing since retiring the Burzum name to focus on his racism and LARPing because I thought Burzum was supposed to be finished. I thought you were done with Burzum, Varg. Apparently not too done to not dump an hour and a half of embarrassingly half-baked ambient dungeon synth song fragments that sound, so many of them, quite obviously unfinished. Varg Vikernes has been a washed-up shell of the musical god the various weirdos who idolize him make him out to be for a long time now, and it has shown in the gradually degrading work he had put out after his release from prison. Yet after clearly not caring about creating music in any meaningful way for a long time, Varg drops this heap of shit in his fans’ laps. I suppose they deserve it, but I’m sure some of them are delusional enough to lap it up with a smile on their face while still believing their white nationalist idol to be a musical genius. Again, it’s entirely dull ambient music, not metal at all, but it deserves to be shit upon for its astounding laziness and purposelessness.

3. Asking Alexandria - Like a House on Fire

Doubling down on exactly the unflattering crossover of pop music with their significantly sanitized butt rock in their apparent quest for arena glory that started with their self-titled album back in 2017, Asking Alexandria’s bid for the big spotlight that Imagine Dragons occupies didn’t get any stronger this year with Like a House on Fire. After three or four years of aiming for this style, the band still aren’t even all that competent with the basics of fucking pop rock, which is pretty downright laughable. Honestly, for an album so high up here on my shit list, my feelings on it are more or less just that of unsurprised disappointment; as soon as I got a feel for what the band were doing with the album, I knew it was going to be a mess of predictable results. And lo and behold. This was just such a wholly inexcusably floppy paper towel of an album, and one more Asking Alexandria release I know I won’t be returning to ever again.

2. Hollywood Undead - New Empire, Vol. 2

Coming on at the last minute to get on the scoreboard, reliably, is Hollywood Undead. When I reviewed both volumes of this project earlier, I referred to them as “corporate Linkin Park”, and I stand by that 100%. This album especially showcases nothing but what an incoherent, vapid, clout-chasing act they are, with such a corny, focus-grouped sound that sounds like it was made in a lab by a bunch of out-of-touch boomers. God, they could’ve been safe too if they had left it with the more tolerable first volume back in January, but this follow-up sequel from just this month was exactly why I had avoided listening to the first installment in the first place. And I should’ve never played this second one either. The album opener, “Medicate”, is probably the worst song I sat through in my own volition this year, and the rest of the album doesn’t get much better. It’s nothing new for Hollywood Undead after I gave their 2017 album my award for least favorite album of that year: more unfitting interplay between machismo posturing Eminem-cosplay and the sappiest, wimpiest radio rock and pop choruses; more cringy tough-guy struggle bars; more forgettable-at-best instrumentals. Congrats again, Hollywood Undead, you made one of the worst albums of the year once again.

But even worse than Hollywood Undead is an album that I feel like is already so legendarily bad, that there is no other album that could’ve been sat here. It had to be this one.

1. Six Feet Under - Nightmares of the Decomposed

Shitty metal bands everywhere can breathe a sigh of relief any year Six Feet Under decide to put out new music because any album they release is just about bound to end up as everyone’s #1 worst album of the year, and boy is that guarantee becoming more and more airtight with each successive release. It’s truly astounding too how Six Feet Under manages to outdo themselves every time. I don’t even want to think about what could possibly come after Nightmares of the Decomposed; we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. But for now, holy fermented shit, this thing is not just bad, it’s like the holy grail of terrible TERRIBLE albums and I don’t want to know what kind of apocalyptically despicable album Chris Barnes and company could possibly conjure to outdo this one. And make no mistake, it’s still Chris Barnes dragging this band down. I gave this album a 1/10 instead of a 0/10 because there was at least a sliver of salvageable instrumentation on it, as thin of a sliver as it was, a few halfway decent musical ideas of you squinted hard enough. The instrumentalists are checked out and clearly just participating for the paycheck, but I can’t even imagine what kind of professional instrumental performance could possibly overshadow the embarrassment that Chris Barnes put to tape in the studio here. Maybe that says it, because it honestly sounds utterly unprofessional. It’s baffling how this got through management and sound engineering to be released to the public because I don’t think I’ve ever even heard any amateur high school band’s vocalist sound this bad. Vocal ingenuity is generally something to be applauded in the metal world, and pioneers like Randy Blythe, Dani Filth, and Travis Ryan deserve all the praise they get for their innovation with dirty metal vocals, yet what Chris Barnes has “invented” here on Nightmares of the Decomposed to compensate for his continually-deteriorating vocals is just sad. The man simply cannot perform highs anymore, clearly, and the alternative is this fucking comical, cartoonish squealing that sounds more like a bratty toddler gargling their own snot than it does anything fitting for a death metal record, even a death metal record at stupid and cheesy as Nightmares of the Decomposed. Chris Barnes should be thankful that metal is not a sport and that there’s not nearly as much of an abundance of performance statistics to point to and analyze to see what kind of records are broken in a legendarily awful performance. I feel like if there were any kind of performance stats to pull up, this album would have to break some kinds of records. Like this is worse than that 7-1 Germany-Brazil World Cup game, this would be like if the Brazilian team all got unholy levels of blazed and repeatedly scored on themselves because they kept going the wrong way and kicking the ball into their own net, and then pissing their fucking shorts. Even in 7-1 defeat, Brazil had more dignity than Chris Barnes here. Six Feet Under and their label have to know they are a laughing stock and that people will listen to them at this point for the sheer entertainment value of how mind-blowingly awful they sound. It’s not an illegitimate marketing tactic, and it’s the only explanation I can come up with for how this passed inspection. If that’s their mission, to be a spectacle and instill cringe in death metal fans in a regular ritual of comically stupid performances across every successive album, they’re sure doing it, and I guess this baffling headache-trophy is their well-earned prize. Congratulations Six Feet Under, you did it again! Worst metal album of the year.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

My One Good Thing (Requested)

Prompt by @angeredcrow​: I'm plus size with multiple physical and mental health issues (diabetes, hbp, bipolar, borderline personality disorder). Guys don’t go for women like me. But I was wondering if you could do a one-shot about Sam or Dean digging someone like me in spite of all the health issues, please and thank you

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2959

Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, insecurities, fluff, language

A/N: I loved this idea and I chose Sam because I can picture him loving someone regardless of their self-doubts a little easier than Dean. He’s not as tough on the exterior as Deano

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Feedback is always welcomed

-Monique

Life has handed you some dirty hands and you weren’t sure why. You had so many health issues, you couldn’t keep up with it all! But there was one person who seemed to stick with your through everything; Sam Winchester.

Your life wasn’t always this rough. Growing up, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents, both working, a sibling or two, seemingly perfect “apple-pie life.” All that changed, however, when you went to college. You managed to score a full-ride scholarship to Stanford; you’re dream school. Something about Stanford just drew you in and when you applied and got accepted, you felt as though it was all a dream.

On the first day of your freshman year, you had an English Literature 101 class where you met a guy, roughly the same age as you, but a giant! When he came into the room, everyone looked at him and jaws dropped to the floor; he was HUGE! His eyes scanned over the room, until they landed on an empty-seat, right next to you. He began to approach you and you felt your heart race. He was extremely attractive; shortish brown hair that shaped the sides of his face perfectly, broad shoulders and piercing eyes that were a mix of brown, green, and gray. When he was close enough to you, he smiled at you and took the seat next to you.

“Hi.” He said simply but that alone was enough to slay you in your very seat.

“Hi.” It was all you could squeak out. This man already had a major effect on you and you spoke one word to him!

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.” You spoke quietly.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, I’m Sam. Is this your first year?”

Words had suddenly quit working in your head so all you gave was a small nod.

“Me too. I’m studying law; hope to be the best lawyer of the decade!” He pronounced proudly and you couldn’t help smiling at how confident he was. Before you could say anything else, the class started. Throughout the lecture, you and Sam would steal glances at each other, until it came time to read through the text.

“Crap.” You muttered under your breath.

“Do you not have your books?” Sam asked.

“No, they-they haven’t come in yet.” You admit, crimson peaking out on your cheeks.

“Here, you can share with me.” He says, scooting his chair closer to you so you both could see the text. With him this close, you could smell his intoxicating cologne and you could see the slightest bit of facial hair sprouting out around his chin and cheeks.

Ten Years Later

“Whoa, what the hell?!” Dean cried out, looking around to see a vamp had tried to slice off his head, but he ended up missing. With a sword in hand, Dean clears the monsters' head right off his shoulders as it drops to the ground.

“Well, that came out of absolutely nowhere.” He said to his younger brother, who had just fought off his vamps.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Sam replied.

“HELP ME!” The sound of a female’s voice pleading for help reached the brothers' ears and they quickly jumped to their feet. They ran to where the voice was coming from and saw a girl about Sam’s age, doubled over and bleeding from her abdomen.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I-I just need to look at your wound.” Sam said, bending down to the girls’ level so he could take a better look at her. He went to grab her shirt to lift it off the injury but she flinched and moved back further against the wall.

“You can’t look at me!” She cried and hid her face in her hands.

“It’s okay, I can help.” He said and reached for her shirt. To fully see the extent of her injuries, Sam had to lift the girl’s shirt to just under her bra. Her cheeks flushed as the man examined where she was bitten due to her exposed bra. She watched him inspect her and was amazed when he didn’t say anything about her weight. Most everyone else would’ve.

“Well the wound goes quite deep; we need to take you to get you some help. Luckily, my brother and I live in Bunker where we have all the supplies one would ever need to heal any wounds. Unless of course, they were internal, then we’d take you to a doctor, but you don’t seem to have any broken bones.” He rambled on and all the while, you spaced out, focusing more on his face and the way his eyebrows would knit together in a look of concern. You had seen the same look, only once before but it wasn’t easy to forget. It couldn’t be.

“Sam?” You questioned as the taller man stopped talking to his brother and he looked down at you.

“Yes?” He asks.

“It’s me, Y/N.”

“Oh my God, Y/N.” He said and bent down to wrap you in a tight embrace.

“Ow, Sam.” You say and wince at the pain that cut through your stomach. He mumbled a “sorry” and nervously rubbed the back of his neck; he always did that.

“You two know each other?” Dean asks, looking between his brother and the girl.

“Yeah Dean this is y/n, she was the first friend I made at Stanford. She was my best friend.” Sam says, introducing the bleeding girl.

“Oh, was this the girl before Jess?” Dean asked in all innocence before Sam slapped his face.

“Fuck Dean, you’re not supposed to tell her that!” Sam scolded his older brother.

“Who’s Jess?” You ask.

“Oh, Jessica was the love of Sammy’s life! But that was after he knew you. You were the first girl Sammy loved.”

Your mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, as Dean’s words sunk in your head. You were Sam’s first love? When you two were in school together, you never realized just how much you meant to him. Sure, you were the best of friends, but you never knew he loved you. Sam’s eyes met yours and he was silent for a short time, just soaking in your response before he spoke up.

“Well, that was a long time ago.” And that had broken your heart, for you always loved Sam. So you swallow your feelings, curtly nod your head at the taller man who looked down at you with a sorrowful look but pressed on.

“Right, let’s get you patched up and back on your feet, kid,” Dean said, lifting you under your arms and wrapped one of your arms around him as you hobbled alongside him to the side of his car. He helped you into the backseat, making sure you weren’t in too much discomfort, before rounding behind the car to where his brother stood. And with a giant WHACK! Dean smacked the boy who looked like he just stepped on a puppy, hard in the side.

“What the hell Dean?!” He yelled, rubbing his now pained arm.

“What the hell? Seriously, Sammy?” Dean looks at Sam with his brother’s famous bitch face.

“What?” He asks.

“That girl loves you and you just let her down right there! Instead of telling her that you never stopped talking about her over all these years, you pretend that none of those feelings were even real and did you let her down easily? No! You fucking dropped her like she was a sack of flour! She’s been through hell today and then you tell her that?! Jesus, Sammy!” Dean scolded his younger brother, much like their father would do.

“Okay, okay, geez, you don’t have to be like Dad, ya know,” Sam said in his defense.

“I do if you’re being a dumb ass, which you are! Why didn’t you tell her you still love her?!”

“Because I don’t know if I still do, Dean!”

Silence. Not a single sound except the sounds of chirping insects and the occasional car passing by filled the air.

“Look, obviously I feel something towards her. I haven’t seen her in ten years! But I don’t know anything beyond that. I would be blind if I didn’t at least find her attractive but so do you and that’s the truth.”

Sam huffed and sat in the passenger seat, waiting for his brother to take his rightful place. Doing so, Sam avoiding any other contact with Dean or y/n in the background, as the car’s engine roared to life and away the three went.

Upon arrival, Castiel was quick to meet the brothers and the girl at the car to wrap one of y/n’s arms around his shoulder, the other around Dean’s, so they could lead her inside. Sam trailed behind the trio, terrified of getting too close.

“Let’s set her on the table,” Cas said, as he and Dean cleared away the large dining room table, leaving plenty of room for the new patient. Sam kept his distance, peering around the side of the wall, but made sure he could still see what was happening.

“Alright, this is going to hurt. You may want to grab ahold of something.” Castiel warned the girl and the first thing she thought of grabbing, was the hand of the man she loved, but she knew that was not an option. So, his brother, who stood right beside her, grabbed her hand and she clutched it to her chest. Soon, Castiel was pouring some alcohol into the wound, causing y/n to scream out in pain. Sam’s heart broke at the sound, feeling helpless in the situation, but that was just the beginning of her ordeal. Since the wound covered the majority of her stomach, she would arch her back as the sensation of absolute pain sliced throughout her body; she couldn’t stay still.

“Sweetheart, you have to stop moving,” Dean whispered in her ear, and Sam felt jealousy coursing through his veins but knew it was not the time to let that get to his head. She tried her best to listen to the eldest Winchester but it was irrelevant at this point. Tears streamed down her sweet face, the one that looked as though it never aged a single day, and Sam couldn’t stand to be near her, for fear of what exactly he might do.

A few hours later and the procedure was done. It took longer than Castiel has anticipated but he worked as hard and quickly as he could. The left side of her body and part of her middle section was wrapped up in bandages and stitches, as she lay before the angel and Dean. They picked her up, once more cautious of not further hurting her or ruining the handiwork of the angel and took her to an empty bedroom, just diagonal of Sam’s room. Dean came out of the room, shutting the door behind him, and shook his head at Sam.

“Could you at least go check on her? Stop being scared and show that you care.” Venom was heard as Dean spoke and Sam knew he was right. He decided to go in and see the girl he cared about more than even himself, and check on her.

“Y/N?” He spoke in a soft voice as he peeked his head into the room.

“Sam? Come in.” She said and soon, Sam felt as though he was a child who had done something, he knew he shouldn’t.

“H-how are you feeling?” He said, sitting at the foot of her bed.

“Well considering I’m wrapped in stitches and band-aids, I’m not doing too well, but the pain isn’t as bad as it was when I first got hurt.” She explained and chuckled at the nervous man before her.

“T-that’s good.”

“Sam? What’s wrong with you? I know you better than this. Why were you avoiding me? Am I that repulsive to you? I mean I know I’ve gained a lot of weight since you saw me last, I’m sick and suffering from mental shit just as much as physical shit, but I thought that didn’t matter to you. Maybe I was wrong. People change, right?” You play with the hem of your shirt before Sam came up with his rebuttal.

“No, no, Y/N, that is not true! I-I don’t know exactly how I feel right now, because I can’t believe it’s you and after all these years. I want to believe that you were brought here for some reason but you know me; never one to believe in fairytales or fate. But what I do know, is that you are just as beautiful to me today as you were ten years ago. I still see you with your headphones over your ears, probably listening to the newest songs on the radio, a book opened before you and a pencil between your teeth. That English class kicked your ass at first but you were so strong and brave, and you made the highest grades in that class. I was so proud of you, knowing you were going to change the world, and yes, I did fall in love with you. But life came up and shit happened. I had to leave school immediately after I graduated, unable to continue my plans to be a lawyer and I am so glad I gave up that life, because I wouldn’t be saving people and then I wouldn’t have run into you and wouldn’t be here figuring out that I do still love you.”

A silence broke Sam’s thought as he suddenly realized that all those feelings he had for you and was unable to do anything about, were still there, but this time, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by.

“Yes. I do love you, Y/N. I always have and there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t think of you. Every single day I would think of what life had given to you, if you got married, had kids, lived that perfect apple pie life we both dreamed of having. I wasn’t able to have it but I knew you’d have it. Now, I see that you didn’t have that life either, and I’m so glad you don’t. Because I want you to live this life with me. No, I don’t want you to see the hunter side of me but I want you to see everything else I do in this life. I’ve been through a lot and all I want to do is share that with someone, besides my brother or friends. I need someone to hold me after a bad hunt, someone who will love me through everything, and I want that to be you, Y/N. So, what do you say?”

“Yes, Sam. I want to live the rest of this crazy hunter life with you. I’ve always loved you too but was too scared to say anything, even now. I hate myself, with all my sicknesses, but you still love me and that’s what I need in life. I’ve had a lot of shit handed to me and I just need someone to reassure me of the opposite of what my head is telling me. I need you, Sam; my one good thing.”

You stretched up to place your lips on his and he immediately fell into a rhythm with you. Without really noticing, he had pushed you back against the headboard, making it easier for him to gain dominance of your lips and made it more comfortable for you. His lips were soft and gentle with yours at first, the neediness of the kiss growing the longer you went on. Ten years of pent up emotions were finally being released and your heart soared as you had your one good thing. Sure, your relationship wasn’t going to be easy but Sam loved you no matter what you thought about yourself. He thought you to be beautiful, someone he could count on to hold him and encourage him after a bad day, someone he could be goofy with, laugh or cry with, and you promised him that you were going to be that person with this kiss.

“It’s about damn time!” Dean’s voice suddenly echoed in the room, pulling you and Sam apart. You blushed but Sam just winked at you, finding your embarrassment adorable.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right Dean, blah, blah, blah. Can I just have a little alone time with my girl, please?” Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows as he hinted at what was to come.

“Sure, but use protection and don’t be too loud; I’m talking to you Y/N! I’ve heard you scream and trust me; it hurts the ears.”

“DEAN!” You yell mortified and hid in your boyfriends' shirt, his body covering your red cheeks. The door shut and Sam moved to look down at you.

“Is he gone?” You ask, looking at Sam with big, doe-like eyes.

“Yes baby, he’s gone. It’s just you and me.” He pecks your lips before pulling back to look at you again.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ve been waiting so long to prove it to you.” He said.

“I love you too, Sam.”

And that night, Dean was left spending the night downstairs in the den because the sounds of you and Sam were too much for Dean; he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping soon if he stayed put.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled as he grabbed a pillow and blanket and made his way downstairs; you and Sam laughing at his misery.

“The night is still young my love,” Sam said, attaching his lips to yours once more as you two began round two.

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Best Movies Coming to Netflix in July 2021

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Movies are back. It at least feels that way when you see the numbers that films like F9 and A Quiet Place Part II are earning. But more than just the thrill of going back to theaters, July signals what is typically considered to be the height of the summer movie season. On a hot evening, there are few things better than some cold air conditioning and a colder drink of your choice while escapism plays across a screen.

That can prove just as true at home as in theaters. And as luck would have it, Netflix is pretty stuffed with new streaming content this month. Below there are space adventures, comedies, dramas, and more than a few epics worth your attention, either as a revisit or new discovery. And we’ve rounded them up for your scrolling pleasure.

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997)

July 1

When the first Austin Powers opened in 1997, it was intended to be as much a crude love letter to the popular cinema of the 1960s as a modern day raunchy laugh-fest. Now with the benefit of another 20 years’ worth of hindsight, Mike Myers and Jay Roach’s spoof of Bondmania is itself an amusing time capsule of 1990s comedy tropes. There’s Myers’ cartoonishly larger-than-life characters—beginning with Powers but most dementedly perfected with Dr. Evil, the comedian’s riff on Ernst Stavro Blofeld—as well as the pair’s embrace of what they considered to be the defining trappings of the late ‘90s.

The film’s nostalgia for the ‘60s and its value as a piece of kitsch ‘90s nostalgia makes this Austin Powers (and to a lesser extent the second movie, The Spy Who Shagged Me) a fascinating relic, as well as a genuinely funny lowbrow symphony of sex gags, bathroom humor, and multiple digs at British stereotypes, including bad teeth. In other words, it’s a good time if you don’t take it too seriously. Just avoid the third one, which is also coming to Netflix.

The Karate Kid (1984)

July 1

1984’s The Karate Kid is the cultural apex of Reagan America’s obsession with martial arts movies and Rocky-style underdog stories. It offered ’80s kids the ultimate fantasy of learning martial arts to defeat local bullies and finding time to squeeze in a love subplot along the way. Granted, the Cobra Kai series has thrown a wrench into this film’s seemingly simple morality tale, but just try not to root for Daniel by the time you reach arguably the greatest montage in movie history.

There’s also something eternally comforting about watching Pat Morita beat-up ’80s thugs while validating parents everywhere by suggesting that you to can one day grow up to be a great warrior if you just sweep the floor, wax the car, and paint the fence.

Love Actually

July 1

Christmas in July? Sure, why not. This Yuletide classic likely needs no introduction. Writer-director Richard Curtis’ Love Actually is the ultimate romantic comedy, stuffing every cliché and setup from a holiday bag of tricks into one beautifully wrapped package. Perhaps its greatest strength though is it mixes in a touch of the bitter with its sweet, and doesn’t hide the thorns in its bouquet of roses. Plus, its use of “All I Want for Christmas” is still a banger nearly 20 years on.

Admittedly, we aren’t particularly inclined to watch this in July ourselves, but if you don’t mind the Christmas of it all, there are few better rom-coms in your queue at the moment.

Memoirs of a Geisha (2005)

July 1

This adaptation of the Arthur Golden novel of the same name was one of the highest profile literary adaptations of the early 2000s. It’s the story of a young girl sold to a geisha house in the legendary Gion district of Kyoto who then grows up to be the most famous geisha of 1930s imperial Japan… right before the war. The film (like its source material) had controversy in its day due to having a somewhat exoticized view of Japanese customs, as well as for the casting of Chinese actresses Michelle Yeoh and Zhang Ziyi in the roles of icons of Japanese culture, with Zhang playing central geisha Sayuri.

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But whatever its shortcomings, Memoirs of a Geisha is still an exquisitely crafted melodrama that provides an often delicate window into one of he most graceful and misunderstood arts. The film won Oscars for its costumes, art direction, and cinematography for a reason. Plus whenever Zhang and the actually Japanese Ken Watanabe share the screen, unrequited sizzle is hot to the touch.

Mortal Kombat (1995)

July 1

Look, 1995’s Mortal Kombat isn’t a great movie in the classic sense of the word. Those looking for notable ’90s schlock might even have a better time with 1994’s Street Fighter and Raul Julia’s scene-stealing performance as General M. Bison.

Yet at a time when video game movies still struggle to capture the magic of the games themselves, Mortal Kombat stands tall as one of the few adaptations that feel like an essential companion piece. It might lack the blood and gore that helped make 1992’s Mortal Kombat arcade game a cultural touchstone, but it perfectly captures the campy, shameless joy that has defined this franchise for nearly 30 years.

Star Trek (2009)

July 1

The idea of a Star Trek movie reboot wasn’t greeted with universal enthusiasm when it was first announced but then J.J. Abrams delighted many fans by creating a Trek origin story that was both familiar and new. Chris Pine shone as the cocky Kirk, bickering with Zachary Quinto’s Vulcan Spock while trying to save the universe from a pesky Romulan (Eric Bana). This was a standalone that could be enjoyed by audiences completely ignorant of the Star Trek legacy which also achieved the feat of not annoying many long-term followers of the multiple series. It was a combination of humor, heart, action and a zingy cast that won the day – it’s still the best of the three Star Trek reboot movies to date.

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2005)

July 1

Alongside Step Brothers, Tallageda Nights remains a a biting snapshot of the 2000s zeitgeist from writer-director Adam McKay. Eventually he would drop (most of) the crude smirks in favor of dramedies about the excesses of the Bush years via The Big Short (2013) and Dick Cheney biopic Vice (2018), however Talladega Nights remains a well-aged and damning satire of that brief time when “NASCAR Dads” were a thing, which is all the more impressive since it was filmed in the midst of such jingoistic fervor.

So enters Will Ferrell in one of his signature roles as a NASCAR driver and the quintessential ugly American who’s boastful of his ignorance and proud that his two sons are named “Walker” and “Texas Ranger.” He’d be almost irredeemable if the movie wasn’t so quotable and endearing with its sketch comedy absurdities. There’s a reason Ferrell and co-star John C. Reilly became a recurring thing after this lunacy. Plus, that ending where adherents of the homophobic humor of the mid-2000s found out the joke was on them? Still pretty satisfying.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

July 1

This is the movie that changed everything. Filmmakers had been experimenting with computer-generated visual effects for years, including director James Cameron with 1989’s The Abyss. But Cameron, as usual, upped his game with this 1991 action/sci-fi epic in which the main character — the villain — was a hybrid of live-action actor and CG visuals.

Those of us who saw T2 in the theater when it first came out can remember hearing the audience (and probably ourselves) audibly gasp as the T-1000 (an underrated and chilling Robert Patrick) slithered into his liquid metal form, creating a surreal and genuinely eerie moving target that not even Arnold Schwarzenegger’s brute strength could easily defeat. There were moments in this movie that remained seared into our brains for years as high points of what could be accomplished with CG.

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This writer prefers T2 to the original Terminator. It’s fashionable to go the other way, but the first movie, while excellent, is essentially a low-budget horror film, Schwarzenegger’s T-800 a somewhat more formidable stand-in for the usual unstoppable slasher. The characters in T2 are far more fleshed out, the action bigger and more spectacular, the stakes more grave and palpable. It was the first movie to cost more than $100 million but it felt like every penny was right there on the screen. And Cameron tied up his story ingeniously, making all the sequels and prequels, and sidequels since irrelevant and incoherent. We don’t need them; we have Terminator 2: Judgment Day.

Underworld (2003)

July 1

Is Underworld a good movie? No, not really. Is it a scary movie, what with the vampires and werewolves? Not at all. Well, is it at least entertaining?! Absolutely. Never before has a B-studio actioner been so deliciously pretentious and delightful in its pomposity.

Every bit the product of early 2000s action movie clichés, right down to Kate Beckinsale’s oh-so tight leather number,  Underworld excels in part because of the casting of talent like Beckinsale. A former Oxford student and star of the West End stage, she got her start in cinema by appearing in a Kenneth Branagh Shakespeare adaptation, and she brings a wholly unneeded (but welcome) conviction to this tale of vampire versus werewolves in a centuries-long feud. Shamelessly riffing on Romeo and Juliet, the film ups the British thespian pedigree with movie-stealing performances by Bill Nighy as a vampire patriarch and Michael Sheen (Beckinsale’s then-husband who she met in a production of The Seagull) as an angsty, tragic werewolf. It’s bizarre, overdone, and highly entertaining in addition to all the fang on fur action.

Snowpiercer (2013)

July 2

Before there was Parasite, there was Snowpiercer, the action-driven class parable brought to horrific and mesmerizing life by Oscar-winning Korean director Bong Joon-ho in 2013. The film is set in a future ice age in which the last of humanity survives on a train that circumnavigates a post-climate change Earth. The story follows Chris Evans‘ Curtis as he leads a revolt from the working class caboose to the upper class engine at the front of the train.

Loosely based on a French graphic novel, filmed in the Czech Republic as a Korean-Czech co-production, and featuring some of Hollywood’s biggest stars, with dialogue in both English and Korean, Snowpiercer is not only a truly international production that will keep Western audiences guessing, but it packs an ever effective social critique as we head further into an age of climate change and wealth inequality. Also, there is a scene in which Chris Evans slips on a fish.

The Beguiled (2017)

July 16

Sofia Coppola’s remake of the 1971 film of the same name (both are based on a Thomas Cullinan novel) is a somewhat slight yet undeniably intriguing addition to the filmmaker’s catalog. It’s the story of a wounded Union soldier being taken in by a Southern school for girls–stranded in the middle of the American Civil War–with salvation turning into damnation as the power dynamics between the sexes are tested. It is also an evocative piece of Southern Gothic with an ending that will stick with you. Top notch work from a cast that also includes Nicole Kidman, Kirsten Dunst, Elle Fanning, and Colin Farrell makes this a bit of an underrated gem.

The Twilight Saga

July 16

In July, not one, not two, not three, not even four, but all five of the movies adapted from Stephenie Meyer’s young adult phenomenon book series will be accessible on Netflix. Indulge in the nostalgia of Catherine Hardwicke’s faithful and comparatively intimate Twilight. Travel to Italy with a depressing Edward and Bella in New Moon. Lean into the horror absurdity of The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn: Part 2. Or marathon all five for maximal escapism into a world where vegetarian vampires are the boyfriend ideal, the sun is always clouded, and the truly iconic emo-pop tunes never stop. 

Django Unchained (2012)

July 24

The second film Quentin Tarantino won an Oscar for, Django Unchained remains a highly potent revenge fantasy where a Black former slave (Jamie Foxx) seeks to free his wife from Mississippian bondage and ends up wiping out the entire infrastructure of a plantation in the process. Brutal, dazzlingly verbose in dialogue, and highly triggering in every meaning of the word—including quickdraw shootouts—this is a Southern-fried Spaghetti Western at its finest.

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Perhaps its other great asset is a terrific cast of richly drawn characters, including Foxx as Django (the “D” is silent), Christoph Waltz as German dentist-turned-bounty hunter Dr. King Shultz, Leonardo DiCaprio as sadistic slaveowner Calvin Candie, and Samuel L. Jackson as Stephen. While Waltz won a deserved Oscar for the film (his second from a Tarantino joint), it is Jackson’s turn as a house slave who becomes by far the most dangerous and cruel of Django’s adversaries who lingers in the memory years later… 

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The Right Path (Part 1)

Prompt: (From request) Hi! I was wondering, would you it be okay to request a Charles Xavier x telepath!reader? Where they have a mind link since their ability first showed up and so they already know each other even before theyve actually met and then he finds her when he first uses Cerebo and he and Erik go to her first?? Its an idea ive had for a while, but im not nearly an amazing writer like you!

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Warning: language (maybe??), child abuse, mental and physical abuse, depression…

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Comical. That was the word Charles Xavier would use to describe the dream he had the night before. There were several figures, some with faces, some that seemed blurry. But he didn’t recognize any of them, a single one, or the places he went in the dream. Everything about it was absurd. He was flying in a grocery store, and the car he went to in the dream turned into a metal dragon.

Preposterous.

But something ate at him…The dream didn’t feel like it was his. He felt…alien…invasive. Perhaps his powers were acting up in his sleep, he thought. So over breakfast, he asked his oldest friend and nearly a sister, Raven, if she had any dreams last night.

“No, why?” she asked as she leaned over a cup of coffee, her elbows on the table while steam rose from her mug.

“I had a dream or…I saw a dream, I’m not entirely sure,” Charles confessed as he frowned down at the island in the kitchen.

“Your mind playing tricks on you?” Raven teased as she smiled before taking a sip of the hot beverage. Charles offered a fleeting smile as a response, but was entirely too obsessed with this.

The next night, another dream happened. Again, he recognized no one, no places, not the voices - none of it. How could this be? Sure, he could read minds, even put thoughts in minds, even make himself seemingly appear, and stop time…But he never had his unconscious mind seek out other minds. This was new.

A week or so went by and only one or two more dreams came to him that he could tell weren’t his. He could tell which ones were. The ones about a thesis in his future that he would undoubtedly fret over, the ones about worrying about getting into graduate school, the ones about his parents, the ones with Raven…But never these strange and mysterious dreams of things he knew nothing about.

He decided to experiment.

One Friday night when he didn’t have to be anywhere the next morning, he stayed up. He sat up in his chair in his room all night, waiting for the dream to hit his mind, to ebb at his consciousness.

When it actually worked, he thought he would shout in success, but instead of possibly ruining this, he remained calm and kept his mind relaxed. It wasn’t his dream. Like all dreams, it started in the middle of a story. Someone, a woman, well a young woman, was walking through a house, Charles tried to walk towards her in her mind, but so far he was an observer. Until she looked at him, and then the dream stopped. His eyes flew open with exhilaration. It wasn’t much, but it was progress…

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Your dreams were always weird, sure. You dreamed of zombies, libraries, flying, buying cars you couldn’t afford. If it was outlandish, you dreamt it. The sky was the limit.

But lately, a mysterious, handsome man was appearing in your dreams. You’d never seen him before. At least, you didn’t think you had. You thought you would remember that chestnut hair, striking blue eyes, and creamy complexion. He was stunning. But why were you dreaming of him? Everyone else in your dream seemed…irrelevant, except him. He seemed to always stand out like a beacon.

Over the course of a few weeks it went from him just appearing, to him trying to talk to you but it seemed every time he tried to talk to you, the dream ended or shifted and he disappeared. At first you thought nothing of it, but then it started to be more and more irritating. But soon, the mysterious dream man was the last thing on your mind as life got worse for you.

You suppose you were seventeen when it started. The voices, that is. The first occurrence was at home, at dinner. Your mom was grabbing more napkins when you heard her say, “I wish Edwin would help out more.”

“He’s had a rough day at work,” you responded, trying to defend your father as you stabbed at your green beans.

Your mom spun from the sink where she stood.

“Who has?” she asked and you looked up in confusion to meet two pairs of equally perplexed eyes.

“Uh, Dad,” you answered uncertainly. “Didn’t you just say you wished he would help out more?”

That’s when a look of pure horror lashed across your mother’s face, clashing with her perfect curls, makeup, and strand of pearls.

“No…No I didn’t say that,” she retorted, staring down at you as if you’d just kicked the dog and told your teacher were to shove it. You slunk away from the expression on her face. “What kind of a person can do that?” she thought. You knew she was thinking it because she was looking straight at you, not moving her mouth, yet you heard her voice in your head.  

Your father frowned at you, peering at you as if you’d grown several heads.

“What kind of demonic power is this?” he thought as his eyes bored holes into your very soul .

“Mom, Dad…please…” you begged suddenly, tears pricking your eyes as your heart started to race. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” you claimed as you looked up at them, pleading in your eyes.

“Now, that’s close enough,” your mother warned as she scooted along the counter, away from you, and your father got up to join her. Their faces told you everything, you didn’t even have to listen to their thoughts to sort it out for yourself that they were afraid of you, scared of you…starting to resent you.

“Mom?” you said, reaching towards her in fear.

“You just…you stay over there,” she warned.

“We’ll have no black magic Satanic worshiping in this house young lady!” your father bellowed as he went over to you and grabbed your arm and pulled you to the bathroom.

“No! Dad! No! Please!” you screamed as you fought him but he was double your size and strength.

He forced you into the bathroom, whipped off his belt, and asked, “Are you consorting with the Devil?”  he asked.

“No!” you insisted, your cheeks red and hot and wet from all the crying you were doing as you gripped the sink.

“Liar!” he accused as he folded the belt in half, pulled his arm back, and slapped the leather material against your behind and upper thighs. “Ten for every prayer you should say for working with Satan.”

Whack…Whack…Whack.

Each slap stung worse than the last, as the leather cracked around your tender skin and caught your dress.

When he was done, you were drug up to your room and told to stay there until you could be a good child again. You wept into your pillow for hours and hours.

From there, things only got worse…

At school, you thought it would be a handy tool to have to read people’s minds. Just read the teacher’s minds or the student’s minds for answers to things you didn’t know. If this…ability was going to come on without your permission and there was no way to control or stop the ever constant stream of voices in your head, you could at least try to sort through the noise to help you, right?

Wrong…So very, very wrong you were.

Instead of helping you, you now heard what people really thought of you. Your best friends secretly pitied you. Strangers in the halls sneered at your clothing, your intelligence was either mocked or people were highly jealous of it, teachers thought you were too bright for a woman. Boys thought lude things about you as they eyed you and talked to you. Nothing was sacred. You heard judgement, jealousy, hatred, and lust from every corner of the school. It wasn’t like what you thought it would be at all.

Naturally, you distanced yourself from friends, companions, anyone. Your family feared you and when you came home, there was a plate of food for you, wrapped up on the table, that you were to take to your room. This was the routine every night. Your parents thought if you weren’t near them you couldn’t hear their thoughts, but they were mistaken. You could hear them just as clearly as if you were talking to them in the same room. They wanted nothing to do with you. Every so often, your father would ask you if you could hear thoughts again, and since you were raised to not lie, you would tell him the truth, resulting in another whipping.

Without family to enjoy time around, friends to socialize with, you receded into your own mind…rather ironic since you could literally jump from mind to mind. But you didn’t want to. You wanted nothing to do with the negativity, the darkness, the cruelty of your peers. So you focused on your studies, it was all you had left. You were a fairly good student before this…ability took over your life, but now it was your only companion.

Until the mysterious dream man started to appear again several months after the first few occurrences.

He stopped trying to talk to you, instead, he would hold up signs.

“I’m Charles Xavier,” he introduced on one night, holding a sign. You went to say hello but you couldn’t. Unfortunately for you, you could not lucid dream, and it seemed any sort of direct contact between you two always upset the course of the dream.

A week later, he held up a sign that said, “What’s your name?” But you still could not answer him. Try and try as you might, the dream world would do what it wanted and your bizarre dreams would still happen on the same course they were intended to go on.

Two weeks later, he held up a sign saying he was twenty-one. Only four years older than you, now that you had turned eighteen. It was still very unnerving. Was this man real? Was he just something your mind made up? Was he a fragment of someone else’s mind that you had picked up on and your mind was manifesting him into some dream character? If that were the case, then why did he show up without fail as the most predominant feature of your dream, when he did show up? It would seem like if he were just part of another dream, he would be like all your other dreams, where certain people were there sometimes, then other times they weren’t. But he seemed to show up rather often, and every time every feature of him was so real, as if he were standing right in front of you. Most of the time in your dreams you couldn’t feel, smell, or sense things. But him, he was tangible. In the dream you could feel his presence, smell his cologne, see his stubble, if he had it. After a few more instances of him appearing in your dreams, you realized this only happened on Friday or Saturday…You weren’t sure why. You tried to figure out why he only seemed to show up on weekends. There didn’t seem to be a logical explanation for that.

But nothing was logical, was it? Not when it came to what you were capable of.

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8 Reasons Why You Should Play Mortal Kombat X

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Our last article was met with genuine interest and positive feedback. Hence we came to an idea to make another article about Mortal Kombat X. The game is pretty good and if you aren’t already playing it, here are some reason why you should.

We won’t go into too much detail regarding game’s gameplay, tactics etc. because we dedicated an article to that subject earlier. If however you stumbled upon this article looking for a hack you’re at the wrong place. But since we’re nice guys we can show you where exactly to go to hack Mortal Kombat X souls and coins. The link will lead you to one very helpful tool that will help you throughout your play.

So now that you know what our article isn’t about we can start talking what it is about. Essentially we thought many people overlooked this game because of it’s name. Prejudice can make you miss out on many great experiences. We’re trying to stop this from happening, at least for those who follow our work and read us.

While we do realize not everyone enjoys fighting games we do encourage you to try new things. Keeping a closed mind will make you miss out on many great things, Mortal Kombat X being one of them.

While reading previous feedback we came to a shocking conclusion. Many people that disliked Mortal Kombat franchise in the past like this game. Because it got rid of some of the complex elements that kept a certain type of audience at bay.

So if you think you know that this isn’t the game for you without trying it out, you might be dead wrong. We know this from experience, that’s why we ask of you to give it a chance.

  1. Mortal Kombat Franchise Is 25 Years Old

This statement speaks for itself pretty much. There is a reason why the Mortal Kombat franchise hasn’t died off during the years. It’s because it possesses a certain quality and a large fan base. The large fan base is there for a reason: Mortal Kombat always has something new to offer!

The previous story of Mortal Kombat, be it games or movies, is closely tied to this game. So if you’re an old fan you’ll certainly find something interesting. If you’re a newcomer you’ll still get amazed by how rich the story is.

All in all there’s something for everyone!

    2. Loads of Character That You Can Play With

There really are loads of characters in this game, both old and new. And we say loads we mean it, there are more than 70 characters currently in game. They are adding new ones with every update and it doesn’t seem they will stop soon.

Some characters are meant to wake up the nostalgia feeling with the older fans. Others are simply there to complete the picture.

You’ll simply never run out of new characters to play! Believe us, we played for quite a while and still haven’t unlocked half of them.

  3. Awesome Aesthetics, Combos, Special Moves and Fatalities

Seriously the game is just as flashy as you would think any other MK game is. It is as flashy as it is simple! In previous games you would hardly pull out some glorious combos. You’d need much practice before you could defeat your pals with flashy combos and finish them off with a fatality.

That isn’t the case here since most of the controls are pretty simple. Mostly taps and slashes on your screen will perform very visually stimulating actions.

Slicing someone’s face in half and waiting for his brain to fall out has never been easier!

    4. Great Mix of Mobile Fighting and Card Battle

The title of the header speaks for itself pretty much. This game is not only glorious in terms of looks and graphics. It also fuses two seemingly unfusable game genres. Mortal Kombat X is a mix of both action-packed fighting game with a twist of turn-based card game.

Both genre’s audiences will be pleased with the results! We can guarantee this since the developers have taken the best of two worlds.

  5. Faction Wars

Mortal Kombat X introduces the never before seen Faction Wars into this game. This is a special game mode that adds a whole new level of MK experience. Each user can choose between one of five factions. After deciding which faction you’ll join in, you’ll progressively work on gathering points for it. Every action you make will count towards your faction’s benefit. The winning faction at the end of the week receives very helpful and unique rewards. Each week brings something different!

  6. Live-Action TV Show!

This might not be closely related to the game but it is surely something to look forward to! For the old fans of Mortal Kombat this is a reason to rejoice. There have been rumors on the internet that a live-action TV show is being made inspired by Mortal Kombat X. This doesn’t have anything to do with gameplay but it is a nice addition.

Also, let’s not forget the MK Legacy. A free to watch live-action fan made series that you can enjoy for free on Steam and possibly many other video streaming platforms online.

  7. Very Rewarding and Immersive Story Mode

Beating the singleplayer story mode in this game is something you simply must do. It is very rewarding in terms of in-game resources, including Koins and Souls. However it is also a very immersive experience overall and it will surely spark your interest in the MK franchise.

You will unlock many different characters along the way, expanding the amount of characters you can play with.

We won’t go into much details because there is a possibility that we’ll spoil something. We surely wouldn’t want that so we’ll stop before something goes wrong!

  8. Just Take Our Word For it!

While this might not be an actual valid reason to play, we suggest that you still hear us out. We already explained that the game was strangely well-received with people unfamiliar with MK franchise.

This is because the game excellently connects present and past characters and somehow ties everything together in the MK world.

If you haven’t already watched the movies or played previous games, Mortal Kombat X is a good start. You won’t miss out on much story stuff. You might miss something, but it’s mostly irrelevant stuff that wasn’t well-received even with the most hardcore MK fans.

We hope to have sparked your interest at least for a bit and that you will give this game a try. You won’t regret it!

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