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[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

HAMLET

Schauspielhaus Düsseldorf/D'Haus

[sometimesanalice]

I Like Your Cinema

Synopsis: Bradley wasn’t sure why you wanted to see the movie again, especially when neither one of you had particularly liked it the first time you’d seen it together. But when you’re tugging down his zipper, things start to make a lot more sense.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw X Female Reader

Length: 6K

Warnings: Unapologetic Smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! )

Bradley wasn’t expecting to find himself rolling up to the mostly empty movie theater parking lot at 11am on a sunny Saturday morning. But here he was.

He’d had to exercise more self-control than he knew he was capable of when you’d all but skipped out his front door wearing the tightest pair of jeans he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to follow after you to the Bronco, his eyes glued to all of your denim clad curves, instead of pulling you right back into bed with him like he wanted to.

In the passenger’s seat next to him, you’re surprisingly upbeat for someone who was only running off of two cups of coffee instead of the usual three you needed to become a semblance of a functional human being. You’d happily hummed along to the songs playing on the radio the whole ride to the theater.

The two of you had already seen the movie a few weeks ago. It had been fine, but they’d clearly used the funniest moments in the trailer as a way to get people in the seats. It wasn’t one he was particularly interested in seeing again in theaters, but he’d never been good at refusing you. Not when he was younger and certainly not now. So if you wanted to see it he’d be there seated right next to you, just the way he liked to be.

Although Bradley was still trying to remember just when last night it was that the two of you had talked about going to see a matinee showing of it again. He can only guess that it must have slipped his mind after the way you’d come on his mouth.

Less than an hour ago you were hustling him into the shower, he was thinking he was about to get lucky until you’d told him to hurry up or the two of you would be late.

“Wait, late for what, kid?” he’d asked confused. To his knowledge other than meeting up with Mav and Penny for dinner later that night, your Saturday was wonderfully free of plans.

He was getting used to having more morning of waking up with you than less. In his bed, in your bed. There was nothing he like more than feeling all your warm skin under his palm before the sun was up. After so many years on hard beds, it was your softness he was always seeking out still half asleep before getting up for the day.

He’s learned so many things about you from a lifetime of friendship, but he’s only had a couple of months learning what makes you sigh and gasp and keen and come.

It was one thing to know that you weren’t a morning person, regardless of how much you claimed you to be one, and another to see your adorably sleepy pout first thing in the morning with the pillow crease still etched on your cheek.

Bradley liked knowing what your preferred brand of toothpaste was and how many steps were in your bedtime routine. For as well as he’s always known you, there was so much more to discover and he was loving every new bit of you he got to uncover.

He liked your cozy apartment filled with all your pretty things and framed pictures on the walls. He’d never thought of getting a rug for in front of the sink in the kitchen until he was doing the dishes one night at your place, that night he’d ordered one for himself. However, he’d rather see your impressive shoe collection next to his minimal assortment of boots and sneakers in the closet of his condo.

More often than not, you were coming to his place with a tote bag full of your things, spare clothes and travel sized products. He didn’t want you to feel like a visitor passing through, he wanted to be your home. He was still working out how to ask you to move in with him, but he’ll figure it out. He always does.

He wanted more mornings, more nights, more days with you.

“For the movie,” you’d said slowly, looking at him deliberately. Tilting your head at him like his confusion was confusing you.

“Sweet girl, what movie? When did we talk about this? I literally don’t remember.”

The exasperated sigh that came out of you would have been funny if he hadn’t been wracking his brain trying to catch up with something he didn’t realize he was missing to begin with.

“Bradley, come on,” you huffed, petulantly, “We talked about it before bed last night. You said you’d come with me, I already bought the tickets for it.” You wiggle your phone at him like it’ll somehow help to jog his memory.

Well, that explains it. You’d done a number on him last night.

“Last night, huh?” he smirked, grabbing your hips and pulling you to him, “Was this before or after I coaxed you into sitting on my face?” Bradley chuckled at the bashful look that coasted over your face as you shoved at his shoulder lightly, but he’d just tugged you in closer, “Awh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me. It was hot.”

He liked being the one that gets to make you all flustered.

You just shook your head at him, not taking the bait, “It was after.”

“Well if it was after then you can’t blame me for not retaining that conversation.  You should know by now that you can’t hold me to whatever comes out of my mouth when I’m still pussy dru-”

“Don’t be crass,” you’d tutted at him, tugging at the hem of his worn Navy shirt.

He slides his thumbs under your shirt, letting them skim over the soft skin above your underwear, “We both know how much you like this mouth, especially when it’s ‘crass’.”

You’d hummed at him- admitting nothing, denying nothing - before a mischievous grin overtook your face, “That’s a good a tidbit to know though, seems like the kind of thing that could work in my favor for the future.”

Those dimples would be the end of him.

“Troublemaker,” he’d said, pulling off his shirt and dropping it onto the bathroom floor.

You weren’t subtle about the way you checked him out, “What are you going to do about it?”

The sweatpants came off next and your eyes weren’t anywhere near his face when he replied, “Come get in the shower with me and I’ll show you real quick.”

You’d sauntered up to him slowly. And for a moment he thought you were going to reach for his cock, instead you’d grabbed a fluffy white towel and pressed it into his chest, “Not going to happen, Bradshaw. We’ve got a date with seats F9 and F10 in 40 minutes. Chop-chop, pretty boy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Although, it didn’t stop him from snapping the towel at your ass when you’d spun away in your triumph.

He’s given up trying to remember the conversation from the night before or when you bought the tickets because you are happily tugging him towards the doors to the theater and he’d do just about anything to see the pretty curve of your smile.

Including seeing the action comedy that had one too many explosion sequences and a car that ends up in space for whatever reason.

The last time he made a fuss about you not letting him be the one to buy something for the two of you, you’d given him a look that had nearly pinned him to the damn wall and then said: “Don’t be a caveman. It’s not the 1950’s, I am allowed buy you things too.”

He’d hate to be called anti-feminist, so he was trying to get better about letting you pamper him in your own ways. But that didn’t stop him from trying to be the first one to reach for a credit card every chance he got. You were his girl and he couldn’t help himself.

Bradley opens the door for you and is hit with the smell of freshly popped popcorn. He looks down at you in time to watch as your nose scrunches the same way it always has in all the years that he’s known you.

Once the tickets on your phone are scanned by the yawning teen at the podium in the lobby entry, you’re lacing your fingers between his again, “Let’s get some snacks.”

“How are you even hungry right now?” He’d made the two of you a big breakfast to recoup some energy after being thoroughly worn out by you last night. So he doesn’t know how you even have junk food on the brain right now.

“We’re at the movie theater, Bradley, we’re legally required to get something with some Red Dye 40 and an obscene amount of sugar in it.”

“My bad, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am,” you preen.

He huffs an amused laugh as you lead him to concessions stand. It’s early enough that there’s only one person working the counter. The two of you get in line behind the family with three small kids who have their faces and little hands pressed against the glass display with all the colorful boxes of candies excitedly making their selections.

Bradley is watching as you mull over the choices on the flat screen TVs displaying the theaters offerings, your lips quirked to the side deep in thought. As he watches you, it dawns on him that the two of you will have plenty of time after the movie to run a few errands before they meet Mav and Penny for dinner.

“Hey, I was thinking about getting for a new dresser. I think mine might be too small now that all my things are here in San Diego now. If you’re up for it afterwards, do you want to come help me pick one out? Anything outside of IKEA is bit outside my area of expertise.”

With your help over the last few months, he’s been picking up a few new things to make his place feel more like a home and less like something temporary. Like some throw pillow for the couch, some nicer towels for the bathroom that all match. All little things but he liked that your fingerprints were all over his place even when you weren’t there with him.

“Oh yeah?” you say as you turn your face to look up at him, eyes alight with interest, “I’d be happy to, it’ll be fun! I can think of at least 5 places off the top of my head. You’re in good hands, trust me.”

“Don’t I know it,” he winks and drops a kiss on your cheek.

When it’s your turn to order you get a Cherry Coke for yourself and a Root Beer for him. Along with a bag of gummy bears, a box of Milk Duds, and a packet of Red Vines. But it’s your final request that surprises him.

“Oh, and a large popcorn, please,” you say with a smile.

He peers down at you quizzically, “But you hate popcorn.”

“What are you talking about? No, I don’t.” He just gives you a skeptical lift of his eyebrow. “Ok, maybe in the past,” you allow, with a little nonchalant shrug of your shoulder, “But today I want some, it sounds good.”

Bradley has never in his life seen you eat anything other than the homemade stuff from on a stovetop, but at the determined tip of your chin he isn’t about to press it. You’ve always been the type of girl who knows what she wants. And gets it.

“Whatever you want, kid,” he says handing over his credit card to the girl behind the counter. Feeling more than a little pleased with himself as she swipes it since you’re still trying to reach for your wallet in your purse.  

You smile and shake your head at him as you press that overly large bucket of popcorn into his chest for him to take, it’s shiny and yellow with artificial butter. You grab a stack of the thin, single-ply napkins and stuff them into your purse before grabbing the rest of the goods from off the fingerprint covered counter.

He trails after you popping a few salty buttery pieces into his mouth, admiring the curve of your ass in those jeans. His own personal preshow entertainment.

The seats you had grabbed were to the left side in the very back row of one of the smaller theaters that are usually reserved for movies about to hit on-demand and streaming services. Bradley can’t say he’s too surprised that the zoom kaboom movie isn’t going to have a long theatrical run.

It doesn’t escape his notice the way you set his drink in the cup holder on the left side of his assigned seat, your own soda going into the cup holder on your right before you settle into your own seat. It’s the little things you do for him, like putting his cup on his dominant side or stocking the fridge at your place with his favorite beer, that make him fall more and more for you every day.

The two of you get competitive when the movie trivia segment plays. You’re a split second faster than him blurting out Matt Damon in Ocean’s Twelve and securing your win against him. Your victory shimmy in your seat is cut short when a man comes walking down the aisle heading towards the front row of the theater.

Bradley plays a couple rounds of the beer pong game on his phone that you always tease him about in between eating handfuls of popcorn waiting for the lights to dim and the movie to start. He offers you the bucket, but you press it back towards him and tell him you’ll have some later.

He thinks he catches the movie app with the seating chart from the corner of his eye, but you’re probably just closing it out from using it to get the tickets scanned earlier. But you’re more fidgety than normal. It’s only after he clocks you pulling your phone for the third time that he asks, “You seem antsy, you ok?”

“I’m just excited to see the movie again,” you reply, putting your phone on airplane mode and tucking it back into your purse.

“I didn’t realize you liked it so much.”

“Well, I did. I think you’ll like it more this time too, it takes at least two watches to catch all the nuances.”

“I didn’t realize a Kevin Hart movie could have so many layers,” he jokes as the lights turn down.

“You shush, it’s starting.”

As the opening sequence plays, you push up the armrest between the two of you to lean your head on his shoulder, curling into him as much as you can. When you rest your hand on his stomach he decides this might be his new favorite way to spend a Saturday morning, with you pressed against him in a darkened room and breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least when you turn down his offer of popcorn again 20 minutes later when it’s revealed the best friend in the movie is actually a rogue CIA agent. He smirks to himself when you push until its resting on top of the thigh furthest away from you. He couldn’t wait to tease you about it after the movie was over.

As the movie builds to the first big action sequence, your hand slowly slides lower down his stomach. It’s all he can to do try and focus on the movie in hopes of distracting himself from getting a hard-on like some horny teenager rather than the grown ass man that he is.

But then right as the chase scene through the crowded streets of London starts, you’re popping open the button on his jeans and tugging down his zipper.

And then you’re pulling out his now very hard cock.

“Oh, shit.”

Your delicate fingers are teasing along the length of him with a featherlight touch. He couldn’t care less about the half a million-dollar car on screen that’s on its way to the junkyard with the way it’s getting destroyed, and is entirely enthralled by the way your hand looks loosely wrapped around his cock as you toy with him.

“This ok?” you ask quietly, in a way that has him wanting to flutter his eyes closed. Your thumb sweeps slowly along under the flare of his head in the way you know he likes.

He’s always been a bit adventurous, he likes the adrenaline rush both in the air and on the ground, and he was learning you were too. You’d never come so quick for him as you did the night in the parking lot of the Hard Deck when the fire alarm went off unexpectedly causing everyone to start flooding out as you were riding his cock in the driver’s seat of the Bronco.

Bradley had never been more thankful to have arrived late enough that he’d had to park on the other side of the dumpsters. The only person who was allowed to see you undone and unraveled was him.

“So fucking ok, sweet girl,” he rasps as soundlessly as he can. The one other person in the theater with them is quite a few rows ahead of them, but he wasn’t about to give away what was going on in the back row of Auditorium 17 at the AMC Chula Vista 10.

“Shh, don’t you know talking during a movie is rude, Bradley?” you whisper into the shell of his ear. And god does he want to laugh, but he has to grit his teeth together to hold back the moan he’s desperate to release when you more firmly grasp him in your hand.

He already knows that is something that’s going to keep him occupied on those nights the two of you spend apart. Something to dream about on a cramped bunk bed on a carrier in the middle of the ocean when he is thousands of miles away from you.

You and your pleased smile and your hand on his cock.

There’s no way he could have prepared himself for the way you lean over him and lick up the length of him with a broad stroke of your tongue.

You’ve got one hand at the base of him and the other braced on his thigh supporting you. He’s clutching at the rim of that damn bucket of popcorn like it’s a lifeline as you drop wet, open mouthed kisses along his cock.

His pulse is thrumming in his throat and he can’t quite remember how to push the air out of his lungs. He’s had years of learning specialized breathing techniques and it all flies out of his mind at the stroke of your hand and the bob of your head and the swirl of your tongue.

Bradley is desperate to see you face, there’s nothing he loves more than looking into your eyes when you’re treating him to your perfect mouth. It’s not possible at this angle, but he gathers your hair into his fist so that he can see your lips stretched around him. He’s not guiding your motions, he just wants a better look at you. Even in the dimly lit auditorium, he can see how spit-slicked you’ve gotten him.

You’re taking as much of him as you can, with each dip of your head more and more of him disappears into your hot mouth.

And when he hits the back of your throat he nearly loses his mind.

“Jesus,” he curses up to the ceiling, throwing his head back and trying not to pant. Thankfully in time with some explosion on screen and he knows without a doubt that you’d done it at that moment on purpose.

You pull off of him and the string of spit glinting between your lips and his cock is going to fuel his one-handed fodder for the next month. He watches in rapt until its pulled taut enough to break. Your lips are shiny and wet, there’s a satisfied smile on your face as you take him in, still pumping him with your hand.

Your teeth graze his earlobe, and goosebumps erupt along his forearms. Your words hushed so that only he could hear them. Only meant for him. “God, Bradley, you’re so good to me. You’ve always been so good to me.”

“Sweet girl,” he whispers, roughly. His chest is tight with his sheer want of you.

You kiss his cheek, “Just enjoy the movie, Bradley.” Your hand is gliding up and down his shaft easily, your thumb skimming over his sensitive head on every upstroke.

Your tongue dips out to lave at the divot at the base of his neck and you nudge him with your nose in a silent request. He leans his head back along the red velvet seat and angles himself away to give you all the access to column of his throat. With his eyes tightly squeezed closed, every touch feels that much more heightened to him. Your hot breath on his throat is at stark contrast to the air conditioning wafting through the auditorium.

The feel of your lips mouthing and sucking and licking along him is worth any shit he’d get if he goes onto base on Monday wearing your handiwork on his neck. He’d do those extra push-ups with pride.

He looks down to where your hand is working him in smooth strokes, your fingertips not touching until they reach the from ridge of the head of his cock. He knows he’s not small by any means, but in your hands he looks huge.

It feels so wrong and so right. The movie is loud enough to cover any slick sounds your hand is making and the other person is far enough away that there’s no way the two of you will be caught, not above the surround sound of screeching tires on pavement and the shattering of glass.

Your lips graze his ear, “You always know just what I need and what to say. You make feel so seen and so special.” With every generous word, his heart hammers harder and harder against his ribs. Your sweet voice and your hand working his cock have him dizzy with need. “And it’s not just me. I don’t miss the way you check to see if anyone else needs a drink before you go to get another one or the way you’re always the first to help when someone needs an extra set of hands. It’s so hot the way you take care of everyone.”

Bradley’s face feels warm, he’s sure he’s flushed pink. He’s trying to keep his breathing under control, but you’re making it difficult for him. He’s never shied away from the praise that comes with his career, he’s worked and sacrificed for that. But with you, he never wants to stop earning it from you.

“You’re so damn handsome,” you hum, your lips brushing over one of the scars on his neck, the ones he’s never told you the full story about just how he got them. “I’ve never been so desperate for someone before, I want you all the time. I didn’t know it could be like this, Bradley. I lo-like you so much.”

He breathes your name unevenly.

He didn’t realize how hungry he was for those three words from you until just now. He’s loved you his whole life, in the affectionate way that friends do, but it’s been increasingly clear to him over these last few months that he is also in love with you.

Bradley already knew he was never going to feel the same way about anyone else the way he feels about you.

He’s never felt more himself than he does with you. You know the best parts of him and the worst, you’ve been there and seen it all. He doesn’t have to just be Rooster or Lieutenant Bradshaw all the time. He can just be.

It’s never been like this for him before either. He’s always orbited around your sun, but now you’re his whole universe.

He loses himself to the sound of your voice and pretty praise, soft and low, and to the feel of your lips and tongue on his skin as you work his cock in the way that he knows is going to have him seeing stars soon.

Bradley can feel your grin against his neck right before you drag your teeth down the column of his throat, “No one has ever fucked me as good as you do. I’ve never come so hard as I do with you.” 

He has to swallow down the groan that almost escapes him as he jerks into your hand as a tidal wave of masculine pride crashes into him.

Damn right you do.

You are his girl.

He knows your body. He knows you.

His. His. His.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

A cough from the front of the auditorium startles the both of you. The tension makes his throat tight, but when it’s followed by a sniffle rather than a second more pointed noise, the two of you know you’re safe to continue.

“Bradley.” He can hear the request in the way you say his name. With no minimal effort, he cracks his eyes open and turns his head to you. Half of your pretty face is illuminated by the movie playing in front of the two of you.

Holding his gaze, you slowly stick your shiny, pink tongue out to him and he almost comes on the spot.

He can see the playful dare in your eyes and the wicked curve of the corners of your mouth around your waiting tongue.

You know exactly what you are doing to him. A menace, his favorite menace.

His favorite person.

Bradley leans over and cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb skimming along your cheek right before he spits into your open mouth.

You let him admire his handiwork for a moment and then you wink at him.

It’s in that instant that he knows he’s played right into your winning hand because you’re leaning back down over his cock and letting the combination of his spit and yours drip right on to the top of him.

The two of you watch as the thick dribble slowly slides off and down, down guided by the thick vein along the length of him.

When it reaches the base of his cock, your mouth is chasing after it as you take him right down to the hilt.

His stomach and thighs are tensing with the strain of holding himself back when you hollow your cheeks around him. He almost doesn’t want to give in just yet, but the feel of your soft lips and the firm strokes of your hand on him is just too good.

That pressure that has been steadily building behind his bellybutton is too hard to ignore. He’s so close now. You must be able to tell he’s right there too because you’re humming around him in that way that makes his lower stomach and inner thighs coil in anticipation. He reaches for your leg, driven by the overwhelming need to touch you. Bradley can feel all your soothing warmth through your painted on jeans under his palm.

And with a tricky twist of your wrist at the base of his cock as you tongue at the firm ridge of him, he spills into your perfect mouth as you finish him off.

Bradley’s mind goes blank with pleasure as it hits him like a sucker punch. 

It’s intense. It’s a rush. It’s all because of you.

Spent and sated he melts further into the comfortable movie theater seat as you clean what cum you couldn’t swallow with your tongue, laving at him until you were content before tucking him back into his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t know how he made it through that without sending that giant bucket of popcorn to the floor, but the rim of it is noticeable crumbled on one side. He balances it on his leg as he adjusts himself and rebuttons his jeans.

When he looks over at you, you’re popping a Milk Dud into your mouth like a prize for a job well done. And you grin widely at him.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, affectionately pulling you back to him. He kisses the top of your head as you tuck yourself into his chest, that box of candy clutched in your hand.

The rest of the movie passes in a hazy blur as his heartrate returns to normal while he plays with the ends of your hair.

He tries offering you the popcorn again, but once again you push it away. This time he does laugh and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss at the base of his throat. He can’t help but smile to himself every time you hold up one of the chocolate-covered caramel candies up for him to eat, your eyes never leaving the screen.

And this time, he’s not even annoyed when they misidentify the Immelmann Turn for a Barrel Roll Attack. Although how they got a Pontiac Fiero airborne is still beyond him.  

When the man in the front row leaves as the credits start rolling he turns to you, “Well, you were right, sweet girl. I think that might be my new favorite movie.”  

Your smile is beaming, but your laugh is even brighter.

He still can’t believe that just happened, but he’s already planning to preorder the damn collector’s edition Blu-ray the second he can. “Can I ask what brought that on?”

“You keep trying to get handsy with me at the library, but you know I can’t desecrate the books. Knowledge is power, Bradley. But I figured this was something you might like too.”

“Are you telling me you brought me here for the sole purpose of getting me off in the back row, kid?

“I am and I did,” you preen.

Bradley chuckles and leans over for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, grinning he asks, “So you like me, huh?” He knows he’s probably pressing his luck, but he’s willing to take a gamble if it means he gets to hear that from you again.

You press you lips together trying to fight back your own smile, “I’m not saying those three words to you for the first time after blowing you in the back row of an AMC, Bradshaw.”

“Is it just the AMC then?” he teases, setting his bucket of popcorn to the side before pulling you into his lap. Your knees balanced on the seats to either side of him as you settle on him, “Because we could hit up a Regal if that’s more your speed. Or-”

“Bradley,” you laugh, trying to cover his mouth with your hand.

He catches it in his and presses a quick kiss to your palm, “And what if I told you I like you too? Would that change anything?”

It’s no secret what he really means. He knows what almost slipped out of your mouth. But if you’re not quite ready to say it then he can be patient. You’re more than worth the wait.

Bradley sees the way your eyes light up and the way your smile gets even wider only a sliver of a second before you’re ducking down to eagerly kiss him.

For a moment he feels like he is a teenager again, making out with his girlfriend in the back of a movie theater without anyone around. Wild and reckless and carefree.

Your hands slide up his chest and into his hair, your nails on his scalp have him sinking further into the seat. His hands grip your ass, just like the way he’s by dying to touch you since he saw you in them this morning. He takes advantage of your gasp to slide his tongue against yours. He didn’t know that happiness tasted like the Cherry Coke you had been sipping on, but it does and he can’t get enough of it.

He probably would have kept on kissing you if it were for the pointed clearly of a throat that has the two of you flying apart like you’ve both been electrocuted. The teen standing in the aisle just awkwardly lifts up the broom and dust pan.

You bite your lip to keep from giggling at getting caught as you scramble off of his lap collecting your things, hastily shoving the candy back in your purse and babbling a sorry, sorry that he personally didn’t think sounded too terribly apologetic. He’s quick to follow your lead, checking his pockets to make sure he still had his wallet and keys, not forgetting to grab that large cardboard popcorn bucket as you head for the double doors to the auditorium.

The two of you manage to keep it together until the swinging door closes behind and then you’re bursting out into a fit of laughter in the hallway.

“Oh my god, Bradley, I’m mortified,” you giggle into his chest, “We can never come back here.”

“Nah, I’m sure that’s not the first time that kid has busted people for necking in the back row. Plus this is the best reviewed AMC in the area,” he says with a grin, dropping his arm over your shoulders. “Hey, I’ve still got at least half a bucket of popcorn left should we make it a double feature? I’m more than happy to return the favor. Those jeans of yours might make it a little difficult, but I’m up for the challenge.” He gives you a playfully suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe next time,” you grin, reaching up and threading your fingers through his to tug him towards the exit. “I am worried we might be arrested for public indecency if we stay here a second longer.”

He tosses the popcorn bucket into the trash as the two of you pass by the concession stand on your way out.

“Ok, kid, but I have to know, why did you order the biggest size they had if you weren’t going to eat it too? We both know you hate movie theater popcorn.”

“You’re not allowed to tease me if I tell you.”

“I promise not to tease you,” he says holding open the door for you.

“I thought it might help to block any potential wandering eyes,” you admit, blushingly, “Just in case, there was any last-minute Kevin Hart super fans who wanted to go to a matinee first thing in the morning.”

He tips his head back and laughs, “She’s smart and pretty.”

“And you like me for it,” you say, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Oh, I more than like you for it, sweet girl,” he confirms.

Any other plans he had for the day are forgotten when you press him against the Bronco for another thorough kiss.

It was a miracle the two of you weren’t late meeting Penny and Mav later that night.

He still wants to get a new dresser, he wants you to have a place to put things in his home. But if his girlfriend wants to spend the rest of their Saturday in bed together, who is he to deny you.

Not when he knows you like him.

You don’t make him wait long to hear it though.

They are the first three words he heard out of your mouth the next morning.

And it is without a doubt the best thing he’s ever heard in his life.

Nothing has ever felt as easy or as right to him as it does saying it back to you against your smiling lips.

I love you I love you I love you I love you

Shout out to the AMC Chula Vista 10! They're the real MVP here. Bradley and Sweet Girl definitely return, and the next time she wears a dress 🤗

A big thank you to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for being the ultimate hype girl, I know when the vibes are right when the ALL CAPS come out. Ames (@laracrofted) you saved the day with the color edit for the banner, thank you! And Elle (@callsignspark), you know what you did and I thank you for letting me join you on the 'spit in my mouth' agenda, haha!

If you enjoyed these two, you can read their story from the start here!

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[mrrharper]

Not In The Exhibit Brochure

It was a hot summer day and the city was filled with people coming to be a part of one of the biggest fantasy conventions in the country. Video games, board games, tabletop RPGs, LARP, movies, TV shows, theater shows, even musicals. If one fancied themselves a fan of a franchise that existed in any of these forms, they could be found spending a sunny August weekend in the convention center.

Mark meandered between countless people in the Second Pavilion, getting tired having spent the last five hours walking around the convention area, being asked for pictures and catching up with his friends. This year he came wearing a full cosplay of one of the characters from his favorite first person shooter. He put on a tactical vest, helmet with a full headset, a tactical belt with a bunch of accessories and camo pants. In his hands he was bearing a perfect replica of the most famous gun from the game.

He spent a long time perfecting the costume, both by searching for just the right gear and by spending hours in the gym. Now his broad and thick shoulders, football-sized biceps and veiny forearms were visible for all attendees, which garnered Mark a lot of attention, which he enjoyed.

It was exhausting, however. The temperature inside the convention center got uncomfortably high at times, so he decided to take a break. He fold the few friends who joined him during the day that he was leaving for a while to take in some relatively fresh air, then pushed his way through the crowds until he got to the exit.

Thanks to the fact that the center was basically in the middle of the city he didn't have to go far to get to a park and relax, then find a place to eat and just take a walk through the city.

Mark was aware that many businesses and institutions had various perks for the convention ticket holders, to keep the attendees in the city for longer and spread the economic effects of the convention. He was reminded of this fact just as he was walking by the giant building of the art museum. His curiosity was piqued and he checked if he would get a discount of a ticket. It turned out he could walk in for free, the only requirement was to show his pass at the entrance.

What Mark saw after getting through a quick but awkward security check truly amazed him. He slowly walked from one part of the building to the next, taking his time to watch every piece, all displayed in a well air-conditioned space, which was a nice bonus. The museum had a bunch of different special exhibits currently open to the public and they were all pretty stunning, each in its own way.

Finally, Mark made his way to a part of the museum furthest away from the entrance where he saw a recent collection of sculptures from a local artist. Each statue was an extremely realistic depiction of a person, and they were supposed to collectively represent modern society. There were athletes mid-run, businessmen in the middle of walking in between offices, chefs tasting their newest creations, it was all incredible to watch, every sculpture most likely taking weeks or months to complete. Mark stood in the middle of the room as he looked around and every time he managed to find a new detail in one of the statues. While his eyes were jumping from one piece to another, inspecting every curve and small detail, he was unaware of just how much time has passed since he entered this space.

And then he tried to move.

Mark heard his phone buzz loudly in his pocket. It was probably one of his friends wanting to check up on him. He tried to move his hand to take the phone and answer the call, but it wouldn't move. Neither would his head. Or any part of his body. He was immediately alarmed. Mark tried as hard as he could to get any element within his human form to move even an inch, but it didn't work. His whole body was suddenly completely stationary and he could not control its movements, because he couldn't cause any movements. He started to panic and hoped someone would notice that he wasn't well. There were a lot of people at the museum so it would be just a matter of time before one of them came to this room and noticed a guy in a military cosplay was standing weirdly still.

Except this did not happen. Visitors just passed by him with no interest in the person standing frozen in the middle of the room. As Mark looked with his unmovable eyes at the tourists wandering around the space right in front of him he felt like he was losing the track of time. Was it a minute ago that he realized he couldn't move? No it mus have been almost an hour by then. Nah, it couldn't be.

Then Mark realized something horrifying. Not only was no one coming up to help him, they began to stop in front of him and just look at him, as if he was just another...

Did he turn into a fucking statue?! That terrifying thought seeped deep into his mind wreaking havoc along the way. How could this have happened? Magic? But magic wasn't real! That was impossible, this was a dream, for sure! He tried to move his body even a little bit, but again he failed every time. He desperately tried to force his hand to move so that he could pinch himself and wake up from this terrifying nightmare. But no part of his arm changed position, not even an inch.

A larger group of tourists, mostly retirees, led by a young woman slowly moved through the exhibition space and passed by Mark, who continued to struggle and try to move.

"Huh, the guide didn't say anything about this one. Did that lovely lady talk about this soldier, Harold?" An elderly couple stopped in front of Mark and they stood there and admired him for a moment.

"No, Mary, I'm pretty sure I'd remember" The man, Harold, took a step closer towards the statue.

"Harold!" The woman shouted at him. "You can't walk up too close to the sculptures dear."

"Oh, calm down" Harold responded, slightly annoyed at his wife's comment. "I'm in an art museum so don't tell me to not look at the art." The older man stood just a few steps away from Mark. "There's no plaque or rope or anything, this is a free country, Mary!" He was a few inches shorter than Mark, so he couldn't clearly see everything but it seemed he was just looking at Mark's gear.

"Look. The artist — that Gary what's-his-name — knew what he was doing with this one. I recognize all that gear this man is wearing. Nice work." Harold's tone of voice suggested he was weirdly pleased with the statue that used to be Mark. "This is what a real man's supposed to look like. Not some sissy sitting behind the desk all day."

"Of course Harold, of course" The woman walked up to her husband and put her arm around him, then started gently pushing him towards the other statues.

Mark's brain struggled to comprehend what he had just witnessed. He had really turned into a statue! People thought he was a part of the exhibit! How could this have happened? He couldn't come up with any even remotely plausible explanation for what he was experiencing. He then thought that his only hope would be his friends - they knew he was downtown, maybe some would guess that he used the opportunity to get into the art museum for free, which would lead them to the place where Mark was currently stranded.

The group of retirees came back, walked next to Mark and was about to leave the room when the tour guide looked at him and murmured to herself.

"This statue was not a part of the exhibit. How did it get here?" She grabbed her phone and quickly led her group towards the rest of the museum.

Mark again realized he couldn't tell how much time had passed since any of the recent events. It was as if his internal clock had stopped working, ran out of batteries. This whole experience was so confusing that he had issues fully registering everything. He tried counting in his head, but got lost after 20, maybe? The only thing he was sure of, for now, was that the day had not yet ended, but he could not tell what part of the day it was, as the whole museum was constantly lit with this slightly weird diffused lighting.

Three people suddenly came into view and stood some distance away from Mark, clearly looking at him. He couldn't hear the conversation they were having because of the noise from surrounding visitors, but he could clearly see that they were all agitated, talking over each other and aggressively pointing at themselves and Mark. As he looked closer he realized they were all museum employees, meaning they were probably debating what to do with a statue which has suddenly appeared within the premises of the musem they worked for, a rather uncommon occurrence.

Not long after they left Mark's view and he was once again stuck in this feeling ot timelessness. Tourists stopped in front of him every now and then, looked at him for a moment and moved on, while he stood still, holding the gun in his hands as if ready to fight, and yet incapable of it because of some indescribable force.

The employees from before came back, one of them holding in their hands a metal stand of come kind. It had something written on it at the top, but Mark couldn't see what it was. What he could see was the employee putting the stand in front of him and them all looking at it.

"That will have to do for now" One of them said. This time they were standing closer and Mark was able to hear what they were saying.

"Yeah, I won't be able to make a proper one until tomorrow."

"Okay, but it has to be there by Monday afternoon, otherwise we're fucked. Jesus Christ, still'can't believe this happened."

"No time for moaning, Jacob. We have work to do." Another one replied. They all nodded their heads, took one last look at the stand and quickly left the scene.

Mark thought about what he had just witnessed, and it took him a moment to understand - this was a stand with information about the statue, which meant him. It was the same kind as dozens more throughout the museum that visitors could look at for further information that was meant to enrich their experiences. This was meant to hide the fact that he was not here just mere hours, or minutes, or days, or-- he was certainly not here when the exhibition was opened. That fact was probably what had made them so angry and confused before - from their perspective a random statue of a soldier randomly appeared in the museum.

His mind immediately asked one question - I wonder what did they write on there? What was his title, his author, his artistic description or statement? Wait, his author? That was a strange line of thought, Mark realized.

I am Uncontrolled Power.

Wait, what was that? Who said that? Where was that deep voice coming from?

I was created by Greg Duchaime Arreman.

Was there someone standing behind him?

I am meant to represent unchecked aggression and power of the Military Industrial Complex.

Wait a second, what this voice inside his head?

I am the physical manifestation of toxic masculinity and bravado.

Holy fuck, this was a voice inside his head. Was this... what they had written about him on this stand?

Fuck yeah, I'm an alpha who follows orders and crushes any sign of disloyalty.

The voice was talking to Mark. Shit, the voice was talking to him! What the fuck?

You scum, get ready to experience the primal, animalistic force of a toxic man! I'm gonna crush you!

Mark wanted to sigh loudly, but of course he couldn't. Great, the museum employees with their great art wisdom made him a stereotypical aggressive soldier. Obedient muscle. The armored tool of American imperialism. And this soldier character seemed to have appeared inside his head.

I am here to blindly follow orders, enforce them and show everyone what masculinity really means!

If Mark could have rolled his eyes, he would. He was stuck, like an NPC frozen mid-frame, standing in the middle of an art museum, possibly forever. And from now on he would represent toxic masculinity, aggression and military prowess.

Whoever stands in my way will be violently crushed with the power of the American Military and my primal force! Toxic and proud, that's who I am!

[adrianicsea]

the time that glenn howerton was in a gay period-piece play about crossdressing

so awhile back i was poking around glenn howerton's wikipedia looking for movies and such that i might have missed, and i noticed it had a small theatrical section listed. this was never something i'd given much thought in the past, but on this particular occasion i was so hard-up for new Glontent that i decided to see what i could find about the three plays listed there, because i'd never seen anyone else have much luck with that and i love a good internet scavenger hunt. walk with me.

compleat female stage beauty caught my eye right away-- the title of the play itself is interesting, and i happened to know already that the most famous real-life duke of buckingham was the lover of king james. so of course i went delving...

and what should i find but the entire playscript for compleat female stage beauty, For Free, on archive dot org? anyone on earth can rent it and read it for an hour at a time, or for 14 days if you want to really take your time with it. i have to assume that this is NOT common knowledge among sunny fans (or anyone else), as the archive upload only has 99 views at the time of making this post.

to give a VERY succinct summary of what the play is about-- in the 1660s, during the english restoration, women were allowed to act professionally onstage for the first time in english history. this caused problems for the male actors who had previously made their careers playing female characters, such as edward kynaston, around whom the play centers. outside of his acting career, kynaston is a gay man, and he's in a romantic entanglement with george villiars, the duke of buckingham (NOT the same duke of buckingham who was fucking king james-- that was this villiars' dad. we love gay fathers and their gay sons!) kynaston struggles to find his place in a changing social landscape where it seems as though his talents are no longer needed or wanted.

before getting into the script proper, the book has some information about notable early productions of the play. this is great because it pins down a lot of details about glenn's involvement in the show that wikipedia left unanswered, but there's also an unexpected sunny crossover here-- in an even EARLIER production, the lead role was played by david hornsby!

(i also learned over the course of my deep dive on this that glenn's costar, lead actor brandon demery, was a fellow member of glenn's graduating juilliard group!)

things don't end well for kynaston and villiars, but still, the onstage relationship between the two is both electrifying and heartbreaking as it changes over the course of the show.

now, this WOULD be where i would include cast pictures or footage or any kind of photos of glenn in this show... but if any such material exists, it's not publicly available. i went so far as to email the publicity and outreach coordinator for the theater that hosted glenn's production of this show to ask if they had any archived materials, but she told me that they didn't.

but this production took place in october of 2000, meaning it was pre-that 80s show, meaning we can all sit and think about how a glenn that looked like This was acting in a gay period piece about crossdressing and gender roles and the mystery of human sexuality. dudes rock.

a bit of a disappointing note to end on, i know, but i really wanted to talk about this play and share it with people!! it's a super interesting and overlooked part of glenn's early career, but also i think the script is fascinating and very well-written in its own right. i definitely encourage yall to check it out on the internet archive if you're interested-- again, it's literally free!

[adhdmeds]

How It Started W/ CSM Characters #2 [Gender Neutral Character]

Hey! Thanks for waiting for this next post, finals have been killing me :'). Don't forget that you can request scenarios. I hope you enjoy it! Denji

Denji has been a lonely dude since losing everyone he cared for working for Public Safety.

He shuffles along with his depressing school life not expecting anything to come out. During his lunchtime, he eats alone and scrounges around hoping to find anything valuable to sell

If you were to ask Denji what he does at school, he wouldn’t be able to remember in the slightest

Today is a normal, boring day of school with Denji making 500 Yen from letting girls sit on him

During his lunch break you walk up to him as he finishes his lunch

He assumes you want to use him as a seat so it surprises him when you sit beside him.

When the two of you start talking, he immediately starts to feel things for you since no one has paid him this much attention Before the conversation ends, Denji decides to make the move by asking you out on a date (Bro moves a bit quickly)

You accept much to his surprise and plan to go to the movie theater to watch several movies 

It’s the day of the date and you meet him outside of the movie theater 

During the movies, you constantly talk to him about the movies that you’re watching because you love analyzing the movies you watch

Denji has no idea half of what you’re saying but he likes talking to you about the movies

Once the date is over, you two leave the theater and he drops you off at your apartment, mind rushing with more ideas of dates to go on

Aki

As someone who was more emotionally invested in avenging his family, he hardly had much time to consider finding a partner

He had Himeno as a great friend but since she’s out of the picture (dead as hell), he’s pretty much emotionally alone

He had been anxious to meet the new members of Division 4 mainly due to his trauma

You were probably one of the most promising of the newbies, being the one who was easiest to train

After Division 4 defeats the Katana man and Akane Sawatari, you guys go out to celebrate the victory

This is where you and him begin to hit it off as friends.

Of course, he’s a bit distant but after a few patrols with the guy he becomes a bit friendlier

You quit devil hunting to get a job that’s less dangerous but still stay in touch with Aki

After the international Devil Hunter arc you go to check up on Aki to make sure that he’s doing alright

After that point, you practically move into his apartment to give him a helping hand :) with everything like cooking and cleaning

This is when Aki starts to truly understand how he feels about you and asks you out

He asks you to go everywhere with him as you are his home away from home

When Aki tells Kishibe about quitting being a devil hunter, he thinks of Denji and Power, but most importantly, he thinks about a future with you.

Today is a relaxing day where you decide to sleep in.

Aki takes this as an opportunity to meet up with Angel and go to meet Makima at the beach on a nice sunny day

[engel-hageshii]

WE'RE GOING TO GATER GOLF NOW!!

I want to get the fazcam so I can start taking pictures of the cutouts of foxy's pirate adventure as soon as I can (dca room here I come!)

but before entering gator golf, if you go behind this ship

there is a hidden entrance! it looked like a kid was hiding there! (probably from Vanny) AND you can find the Moondrop Plushie there too!

ok, back to gator golf! the place is so cool! it gives me the vibes of that Indiana Jones atraction on disneyland!

found some dca merch on the shelves and I have to say, these Monty plushies, the ones in the go karts, are really cool!

also I found the Tradegy Mask there and played the golf minigame! the hole no. 7 its the one dca themed!

I was so excited to see Sunny again! but I was wondering where Moon was...

mf was right behind me! and its so spooky cause if you turn around quickly it looks like his hand its about to grab you! really cool!

I got the fazcam and had to do a bit of backtracking so I could enter the catwalks on monty golf (curse you mazercise!) and then I went to the theater!

ohhh someone stole the balloon world game...I wonder who it was...

I've seen that logo so many times and I never knew where it was from lol the place was full of endos so I had to leave quickly, I didn't see anything interesting other than the foxy cutout and this dressing room!

it had stars in the ceiling, looked really pretty, I wonder whose it was

two more to go!

and after solving that damn mazercise puzzle, I went back to get the gator claws!

poor dude, I felt bad for him...anyway! I saved on parts&services cause I kept being killed by freddy when I tried to upgrade him lmao I'll try again next time!

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Glenda Farrell (We're in the Money, The Mystery of the Wax Museum, I've Got Your Number)— Susan Slept Here is a terrible no good very bad movie but somehow she gets even hotter as she ages

Dolores del Rio (Flying Down to Rio, Flor silvestre)—to begin with, dolores is so RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL, even more so in action then in images, its like she emits a literal glow. marlene dietrich (a close friend and rumored lover) considered her "the most beautiful woman who ever set foot in hollywood". she was the first mexican actress to become a major success in hollywood, rising to fame in the silent era and becoming an influential icon of beauty and glamor in the art deco age, though she was not thrilled with the exoticizing parts often pushed on her. in the mid 1940s having tired of the controlling hollywood studio system she returned to mexico, saying "I wish to choose my own stories, my own director and cameraman. I can accomplish this better in mexico", and proceeded to become a pivotal figure in the golden age of mexican cinema, making a string of masterpieces with directir emilio fernández and cinematographer gabriel figueroa. i love this anecdote about the insane art deco mansion she and her then-husband cedric gibbons lived in in the 30s, as related by david niven: "Dolores had a large sunny room on the first floor containing a huge and inviting bed. Gibbons lived in comparative squalor in a small room immediately below. The only connection between these rooms was by way of a stepladder, which could be lowered only when a trapdoor in the floor of Dolores room had been raised. There was a long stick with which, we conjectured, he signaled his intention or hopes by rapping out signals on the floor of his wife’s bedchamber." heres a pinterest album with a billion hot pictures of her

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Dolores del Rio:

There's so much! She started in Silent films and successfully transitioned to sound, She is the first woman to wear a two piece swimsuit on screen & popularized the bikini!, She transitioned back to Mexican Cinema in the late 1940s and was a leading lady of the Golden Age of Mexican Cinema including staring in Maria Candelaria--the first Mexican film to win the palm d'Or at Cannes. She was literally studied for her beauty & was considered a beauty ideal in both the USA & Mexico--there's a whole section on her Wikipedia page about how beautiful everyone thinks she was. She never actually had a feud with any of the female stars she was rumored to feud with despite the fact that press & Hollywood culture attempted to pain them in competition... She remained a leader in Mexican theater & Cinema through her own production company. Mexican painter Diego Rivera: "The most beautiful, the most gorgeous of the west, east, north and south. I'm in love with her as 40 million Mexicans and 120 million Americans who can't be wrong" (quote source: Wikipedia)

*fan self* Leading actress in silents and early Hollywood. Lover of Orson Welles until she got fed up with him, friend of Diego Rivera and Frieda Kahlo. When she got tired of Hollywood executives typecasting her as a stereotypical spitfire (and trying to force her to feud with Lupe Velez as a publicity stunt), she ditched Hollywood and became a major star of Mexican cinema, where she got to play rounded characters

Had a career in American cinema in the 20s and 30s and considered one of the most important figures in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema (30s to 50s).

Marlene Dietrich said Dolores was the most beautiful woman to set foot in Hollywood

Joan Crawford: "Dolores became, and remains, as one of the most beautiful stars in the world."

One of the few Latin American women working in the Hollywood industry to make it big not just in hre home country but internationally. In 1931, Photoplay magazine declared that Mexican film actress Dolores del Rio had the "best figure in Hollywood." (which I know not necessarily a good barometer) but! it shows that many people looked at her for her beauty and sought to emulate her. Famous for her years-long love affair with actor and director Orson Welles, who was 10 years her junior if that's anything.

We need more hispanic representation in this!! Del Río is one of the most important actresses of her time as she was one of the first Mexican movie stars to break through to Hollywood! She’s unbelievably sexy and an absolute icon. Thank you :)

[gumeyyy]

|| WELCOME TO THE (not so) COOLEST EVER HUMAN BEING ON TUMBLR'S INTRO ||

Name: Gumey, with how many Y's you feel like writing (i mean, if youre speaking of my actual name, i am actually called Raquel, thank you!!)

Status: there might be someone outside your window, but youll just, never know.

Languages: Brazilian portuguese, English and currently learning spanish and a little bit of french

Pronouns + sexuality: she/her mainly but i really dont care what u use, neos, xenos, i dont really care what u call me!! Im a phlesbian 😽😽

About me simplified + hobbies: just another one of those emo nerds that tapes stuff to their wall ,'/ i like reading, drawing, painting, diy'ing (is that how its spelled??), I EFFIN LOVE COLOR THEORY, my favorite color is pink and thats why i am so cool, the most masculine people SHALL ENJOY PINK, totally fine if u like pink and you arent masculine BUT IF YOU WISH TO BE MASCULINE, THOU SHALL LIKE PINK (im not in the slightest close to masculine)

FANDOMS/INTERESTS:

Youtubers: Amazing Phil, Daniel Howell (obviously both of them are here, what'd you expect?), Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Saiko, Drama Kween, Louis McClung, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, Jarvis Johnson, Chad Chad, Danny Gonzalez, Cyber Noop, Kurtin Conner, Drippy, Izzzyzzz, Tex Hs, Not Even Emily, Kurzgesagt, Vsauce, The Click, Manual do Mundo, Você Sabia, Ibibbishiboula, AcidMilk, etc

Series + films: Psych, Monk, Scott Pilgrim, Gravity falls, Monster High, Ever After High, Garfield, House, Charlie the Unicorn, Salad Fingers, Inanimate Insanity, Animation vs Minecraft/Animator, Açafrão Bondoso, My Little Pony, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky Star, Invader Zim, Spongebob (i cant take myself seriously for this 😭), The Ring, Annabelle, The Nun, Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Glitter Force, etc

Games: Undertale, Portal, Club Penguin, Steve's Parable, Fnaf, Animal Jam, Slenderman, Homestuck (does homestuck count as a game? I mean, it can be interacted but where would it fit in??), Sally Face, Pokemon, Minecraft, Papa's Pizzaria + other zipline studios Papa's games, Bad End Theater, Starry Flowers, etc

Music: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Never Shout Never, Hawthorne Heights, Taking Back Sunday, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the veil, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The All-American Rejects, Say Anything, Kittie, Paramore, Simple Plan, All Time Low, Green Day, Restart, Replace, Strike, Escape The Fate, Bikini Hill, Bratmobile, Mommy Long Legs, Red Aunts, Slutever, Avril Lavigne, Picture me Broken, The Offspring, Good Charlotte, Dance Gavin Dance, Blink-182, Evanescence, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Mayday Parade, Bring Me The Horizon, Nx zero, Pitty, Falling In Reverse, Get Scared, Jimmy Eat World, Sugarcult, The Used, AFI, Underoath, The Academy Is... (WAS/ref), Story Of The Year, Sepultura, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cine, Korn, Desalmado, Surra, Scary Bitches, Bury Me With You, Chomp Chomp Attack!, Vampires Everywhere!, Farewell My Love, Brokencyde, Muse, Isles & Glaciers, Weezer, Cobra Starship, A Day To Remember, Brand New, Saosin, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Senses Fail, Chiodos, Motion City Soundtrack, 5 Seconds Summer, He is We, SayWeCanFly, Sounds Like Harmony, Radiohead, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Chico Buarque, Sex Bob-Omb, Cute Is What We Aim For, Matchbook romance, Joyce Manor, From First To Last, Silverstein, Bayside, Armor For Sleep, Thrice, Box Car Racer, Alexisonfire, Dashboard Confessional, Head Automatica, BOYS LIKE GIRLS, Finch, We The Kings, Cartel, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mae, Lovehatehero, The Postal Service, Funeral For a Friend, Hit The Lights, Hidden in Plain View, Dead Poetic, There For Tomorrow, Forever the Sickest Kids, The Get Up Kids, The Spill Canvas, (can you tell i went to my spotify playlists jist to list half of the stuff i listen to?) Etc.

[ryo-maybe]

Ryo, we must save the Blue Archives

THIS SUMMER

*A jaunty little tune, accordion and mandolin singing together in lively unison, accompanies the camera as it pans across a sunny Mediterranean cityscape and through a window. Fading transition to a shot of tomato sauce being stirred inside an open rice cooker with a baguette. The camera follows the baguette as a French-Italian man uses it to taste the sauce and smiles, satisfied.*

"Ryo, we must save the Blue Archives!"

A YOUNG MAN'S NORMAL LIFE TAKES AN UNEXPECTED TURN

*A wall explodes in a deluge of debris and fog, the music turning into some trite Two Steps From Hell bullshit. The camera zooms in from a low angle as a buff Southern Asian man emerges and strikes that one pose Dwayne Johnson makes all the time, you know the one.*

THE TRUTH REVEALED, HE SHALL SUSPEND HIS DISBELIEF... OR DIE!

*Several phone screens are shown in rapid sequence, a finger flicking frantically through pictures of young anime women endowed with plentiful bosoms, all dressed in a variety of differently designed high school uniforms.*

"The data doesn't lie. The average Blue Archive girl's breast size is indirectly proportional to her age."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"Don't you get it, Ryo? They're highschoolers. All of them."

"No way. Not Asuna. Come on."

*Sal meets Ryo's eyes. His gaze is mirthless, his voice grave, his pecs rock-hard.*

"Asuna. Karin. Hanako. All of them. All of them..."

DIVIDED BY FATE AND BLOOD.

*The camera pans around a skyscraper's windswept rooftop. A teary-eyed Ryo and an enraged Sal, bruised and battered, their clothes a torn mess, are respectively pointing a wooden spoon and a tablet pen at each other.*

"I refuse to see it!"

"You can't just pretend they're not kids, Ryo!"

"Can you pretend I'm not French, Sal!?"

*Sal gasps*

UNITED BY PURPOSE AND SWEAT.

*Slowmo montage of Ryo and Sal laughing as they toss flour at each other in a kitchen, jog at the beach, hit each other with joypads while playing Mario Party. Ryo is shown lifting a 5kg dumbbell with great effort. The camera immediately pans down to show he's sitting on the 80kg barbell Sal is lifting.*

TRANSCENDING HISTORY AND THE WORLD, A TALE OF GAMBLING AND ART, ETERNALLY UNTOLD

*The music reaches the zenith of its crescendo, accompanying a montage of several scenes: Ryo frantically typing on his keyboard in front of a screen showcasing a Fandom Wikia; Sal slamming a Jalter dakimakura into a display case full of FGO figures; Ryo and Sal falling through a swirling vortex of AI-generated art.*

THE LINE BETWEEN ART AND CONTEXT SHALL BE DRAWN IN BLOOD

*Ryo and Sal standing back to back, surrounded by a horde of Arataki Itto cosplayers.*

"I never thought I'd destroy a mobage side by side with a French..."

"What about side by side with an Italian?"

"Heh... aye, I could do that."

SUPER GACHA BROS - FRAGMENTS OF BLUE AND ARCHIVE

*The screen turns black, lingering for a few seconds until, preceded by an activation noise, a silhouette appears from the darkness, backlit by blue light.*

"Excuse me for.. dropping in."

ONLY IN THEATERS

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Yay! How about Solar (TSAMS) with kid! reader headcanons?

Thank you! <3

×A/N×

Hi! Sorry for the long wait! ^^"

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, kid! Reader, no pronouns for the reader, uses of (Y/N), mention of child abuse, the relationship between the reader and Solar is platonic, Solar is good with kids. He is just not used to them.

Requested by: @ssunnybee

Fandom(s): The Sun and Moon Show, Lunar and Earth Show

Character(s): Solar, You | The Reader | (Y/N), Lunar (mentioned), Earth (mentioned), Jack (mentioned), Sun (mentioned)

Ship(s): Solar & kid! Reader

Form: Headcanons

[The artwork is not mine! The credit go to @//kiwi_artz]

𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒊𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• Solar doesn't really interact with children, since he's often up in the theater or busy with fixing other mechanics of the pizzaplex

• But when he does he's usually patient and friendly with them

• No, he won't follow you around like Sun, Lunar or Earth, but he'll still look out for you

• "Nope," slight panic could be heard in the theater animatronic voice as he picked you up. "That's a socket, I don't think you should explore that."

• He prefers quiet kids, but even when you're noisy he won't shout at you. Sure, it's frustating him, but he'll most likely to get an another daycare attendant to take care of you.

• Fortunately, this rarely happens, since no one really goes to the theater. And even when some children do, the daycare attendants are there to watch them or they quickly fall asleep during the movie

• So most of the time the theater is quiet

• But back to the kid! reader

• If you somehow get into the theater alone, Solar will most likely just start a movie for you and if you maybe fall asleep he'll take you down to the others.

• He isn't a very social person, though I think he would like kids more than adults. He might start some small talk with you.

• if you don't bother him, he might even let you stay by his side.

• He can be rarely seen by kids, but that doesn't mean that they can't like him. Still, Solar will be surprised if you seem interested in him. He is not the most active or talkative one, but maybe that's why you like him.

• Hell, you may even end up watching mlp with him, who knows.

• If you make him a gift and give it to him, he'll keep it. It doesn't matter if its quality isn't the greatest, it'll be still important to him. He might get emotional a bit too, but he'll hold it back.

• Eager pencil frictions against the paper could be heard from the side of the table. More and more colours and shades are decorated and painted the paper under your hands. Solar glanced to the side, examining your art. "What are you drawing kid?" "The daycare." You simply answered without looking away from your art. Solar hummed, then asked: "Who are the people on the picture?" You looked up to him, then moved closer, ready to show your art. "That's Sunny," you told. Solar nodded recognizing the bright yellow smiling figure on the side of the paper. "And that's his cat." you pointed at the small drawing beside Sun. "His cat?" The theater animatronic confusedly asked. "Yeah. I didn't see them a long time ago, and he still denies it when I mention that it. But I know what I saw." Solar had to hold back a chuckle. You continued, pointing to the other side of the paper. "That is Earth." you pointed at the happy green, tall animatronic. "I like Earth, she's kind." "She is." He agreed. "Beside her, that is Lunar." Solar quckly recognizes the small lavender figure on the picture. He looked at the center of the paper and he could feel his rays spin a bit. "And who are the people in the middle?" "That is you and me." you said smilingly. "And why are we in the middle?" The animatronic asked out of curiousity. "Because you're my favourite." Solar rays slowly spinned again. You picked up your drawing and handed it to Solar cheerfully. "This is yours, Solar. I made this for you." Solar gave you a warm smile as he gently took the drawing with his gloved hands. "Thank you, (Y/N)." He had to hold back his tears.

• Like I said, he doesn't really interact with people, however he won't hesitate to call the parent(s) out if they treat their chil(ren) badly. Throwing hands on the children or showing abusive behaviour towards them will automatically trigger him, same with almost all animatronics in the pizzaplex.

• Many different kids visit the daycare almost everyday.

For babies, they really like him actually. Solar doesn't look very scary for them and he has a calm deep voice unlike the others. Perfect for sleeping.

To older children, he is still very patient with them. He won't shout at anybody, but he'll use a more emphatic tone if it's needed.

He's patient and attentive towards all children including, disabled or physically/mentally ill children aswell!

• and yes, even if he's your best friend/favourite animatronic, you will be scolded by him if you swear. and yes, Jack too, if he tries teaching you.

• You might not see Solar as often as the other daycare attendants, but hanging out with him in the theater can be really relaxing, and it's a great chance to bond with him! Give it a shot!

[elisajdb]

A Day at the Park

It was the first sunny day in East City in two weeks. The beautiful Spring sun brought out everyone eager to escape cabin fever. For Goku, Chi-Chi, and their three-year-old son, Gohan, it was their third day of vacation where they could truly explore the city.

It was Chi-Chi’s idea for the family to vacation in East City and Goku agreed. As much as he loved Mount Paozu, Goku didn’t mind getting out of the mountains for a few days. They spent the first two rainy days indoors visiting a science museum which bored Goku but fascinated Chi-Chi and Gohan, an aquarium which everyone enjoyed and an indoor play center Goku adored with Gohan while Chi-Chi took pictures of the two she loved most in the world.

After spending the day at a zoo and shrine, Goku, Chi-Chi and Gohan stopped by a park where they participated in a performance theater before playing with Gohan on the swings, tree house playsets, playhouses and slides with Goku gaining popularity with other kids in the park. When Goku pushed Gohan highly on a swing, other children asked to be pushed so they could go as high. When Goku spun Gohan on the Merry-Go-Round, many kids jumped on so they could spin fast, too.

Chi-Chi stayed back loving her husband and son play together, took pictures and chatted with Moms who were enjoying the break and happy to let Goku take on playing with their children.

After a couple of hours of playtime, Chi-Chi thought her husband and son deserved a break. She ventured to the ice cream cart and ordered ice cream for her family.

“Goku! Gohan! Ice cream!” Chi-Chi called out to her husband and son. Goku turned away to catch his wife signaling them. He slowed the Merry-Go-Round so he can Gohan could go. The children whined. They were having so much fun and didn’t want it to stop but Goku promised to be back after ice cream time with his family.

Gohan saw his Mommy by the ice cream cart and took off running. “Ice cream!” Gohan held his hands out to his mother eager for the sweet treats in her hands.

Goku took his time walking to his family. He laughed at his boy. He was a quiet and shy child but bursts of speed broke out of him sometimes. It was proof to Goku that Gohan had power in him.

One day I’ll see it.  

Chi-Chi handed Gohan his two-scoop vanilla and chocolate ice cream cone and Goku a three-scoop vanilla ice cream cone. Gohan did a happy wiggle while his tail bounced as the sweet and cool cream touched his tongue.  

“Do you like your ice cream, Gohan?”

Gohan answered with a big lick. “It’s good, Mommy. Thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet baby. Gohan, do you wanna pick out a bench so you, me and Daddy can eat ice cream together?”

“Mm-hmm.” The three-year-old looked around and saw a bench not far from them. “That one!” Gohan pointed and proudly led his family to it. It was a good spot, too. It was under a big tree to provide them shade while they looked at the ducks swimming in the pond.

Gohan reached the bench first. Carefully holding his cone, Gohan climbed onto the bench. He resumed licking his ice cream when a shadow appeared over him. Gohan looked up to see a freckled boy of eight staring down at him.

The child looked angry but Gohan wasn’t bothered. He licked his ice cream and sweetly said, “Hi!”

“Hey.” There was no sweetness in his voice. “This is my seat.”

Gohan looked around confused. “But no one was sitting here.” He checked the bench again for a name. He has a cup with his name on it at home. Daddy has one, too. Gohan knew if your name is on something it’s yours but he didn’t see a name on the bench. “Where is your name?”

“Are you getting smart with me?” the child got angrier.

Gohan licked his ice cream again. “My Mommy tells me I’m smart.”

The child glared at Gohan. Who did this toddler think he is getting smart with a grown kid like him? “You sat here before I could but it’s mine. I get my Dad once a week and we always sit here for ice cream.”

“Mommy told me to pick a bench for us to sit on.”

“Oh,” the child understood and had a bit of sympathy for Gohan. “You live with your Mom? Me, too.”

“I live with my Mommy and Daddy.”  Gohan licked his ice cream. “We went to the zoo today. Daddy played with me on the swings and slides. We had fun with the other kids, too.”

The boy did see a big man playing with other kids on the Merry-Ro-Round. They were having fun while his Dad only sat with him on the bench for cheap ice cream. He didn’t play with him on the swings and slides like other kids’ Dads. He didn’t play with him like this kid’s Dad. He didn’t live with him and his Mom like this kid’s Dad.

“Ya bragging you got both parents at home!” The child slapped the ice cream out of Gohan’s hands. “Let them buy you another ice cream while I take my bench!”

Shocked, Gohan looked down at his broken ice cream. The two scoops and cone were getting devoured by ants. His lower lip quivered. Mommy got him that ice cream. Why did the child hit him? Why was he mean to him? He was a good boy. Mommy told him so. Gohan looked up at the child with glistening eyes. His sadness made the kid laugh. It was a cruel and mean laugh.

“Hey!” Chi-Chi approached the child. She stood back to watch how this will play out but seeing her baby boy hurt forced Chi-Chi to step in. “That wasn’t nice, little boy. You do not hit children. Apologize to my son.”

“No!” the child stuck his tongue out. “You can’t do anything or my Daddy will beat you up.”

Chi-Chi’s right eyebrow sharply rose. “Beat me up? Your Dad?” She looked around at the men trying to decipher which one of them had a spoiled child. She heard the conversation between Gohan and this child. He comes here for ice cream with his Dad. He was a divorced man. Chi-Chi looked around separating the couples from the single men until she spotted a man approaching with two ice cream bowls. He was tall with a round stomach and thick arms. He looked dirty with his dingy mechanic shirt and oiled-covered cap. “Is that your Daddy?” Chi-Chi went to the approaching man. “Hello.”

“Sorry, Lady,” the man brushed past Chi-Chi to his son. “I have a kid. I ain’t trying to be a father to another.”

Another? As if she would want him. “I’m a married woman and my son has a father. I wanted to talk to you about your son. He knocked the ice cream out of my son’s hands. My son did not deserve that.”

“So what?” the father handed his ice cream to his son. “Your boy shouldn’t be sitting on our bench. This is the bench my son and I sit on when we come here. My son was protecting his territory.”

“Territory?” This isn't your home, jerk! “This is a public park. Everyone is free to sit anywhere they want. This bench was empty and I told my son to pick a spot for him, me and his Daddy.”

The man sat down next to his son. He pushed Gohan with his hip, ushering the little boy to get off. Sniffling, Gohan went to his Daddy who looked on to see his wife handle the situation.

“So, it’s your fault your boy lost his ice cream.”

Chi-Chi clenched her fists upon seeing how this man rudely pushed her son off the bench. The audacity! “No. It’s your fault for raising a spoiled, entitled and rude child. Your son can’t buy my son his ice cream but you can.”

The man laughed. If this woman thought she would get him to reimburse ice cream for her wimpy son…. “And it’s your fault for raising a crybaby.  Well….” The man noticed Goku. He sized up Goku’s slim frame and scoffed. He could take him if it came to blows but he knew it wouldn’t. The crybaby’s father was shorter than him. He looked at his arms. They weren’t too small or too big. He could take him. “You and that beanpole husband.”

“My husband is not a beanpole! You will stop insulting my husband and son.”

“‘You will stop insulting my husband and son’,” he mimicked Chi-Chi. She was an annoying one. The man handed his bowl to his son and stood up to Chi-Chi. He looked down at her expecting his extra eight inches in height and wider frame to intimidate the slender woman. “Your son overstepped taking my bench. You can get all Momma Bear on me and try to trigger your wimpy husband to set me straight but let me stop you before your embarrass yourself.”

“Embarrass?”

Ah, so she was slow, too. He had to break it down to her. “I know your type. Loudmouth women who send their husbands to a fight they can’t win because they can’t shut up. If you don’t want me to break your husband in half and embarrass him in front of your crybaby son, I suggest you leave right now.”

A scoff escaped from Chi-Chi’s lips. Now he was insulting her. “I don’t need my husband to step in for me. I can handle you on my own.”

The father laughed loud and boisterous. What did this petite woman think she could do against a guy like him? “What are you gonna do?” He laughed in Chi-Chi’s face. “Bet you never had anyone put you in your place.” He looked at Goku who watched them while finishing his ice cream. Wimpy husband cares more about his ice cream than protecting his woman. “I know he hasn’t. Women like you need a good, hard----” he was startled as Chi-Chi grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“Listen,” he warned Chi-Chi, “I’m not above hitting a woman to put her in her place so you----” he didn’t finish his words for Chi-Chi lifted him off his feet and flung him hard where he soared out of the park like a flying baseball.

He would’ve gone past the park’s parking lot if not for the oak tree catching him.

Onlookers stared in shock while Goku whistled at Chi-Chi’s arm. “Your arm’s gotten better. If it wasn’t for that tree, he would’ve gone for half a mile.”  

Chi-Chi dusted her hands proud of her throw. It was good she thought smugly. “There are some benefits to marrying the world’s strongest man.”

“Yup.” Goku would’ve tried to not manhandle the guy if he had to step in but he couldn’t argue against Chi-Chi’s approach. “Guess he won’t be coming back to the park.”

“He shouldn’t return until he and his child learn some manners.”

“Speaking of the kid,” Goku looked at the shaking kid. He had never seen anyone do that to his Dad. His Dad was always the one who put his hands on others and left them crying. To see this small woman do it, frightened him and sent him running.

As the child ran off to his Dad, Goku exhaled, “Guess that takes care of that.”

Goku knelt to his son who still clutched his pants leg sniffling. It was good Mommy took care of the mean Dad but his ice cream was gone. “Gohan,” Goku gently patted Gohan’s head. “Daddy will buy you another ice cream since Mommy kick that guy’s butt.”

“Yay!” Gohan jumped into his Daddy’s arms.

Goku stood with Gohan in his arms and went back to the ice cream cart with Chi-Chi. Everyone in line for ice cream saw what happened and parted like the Red Sea for Goku and Chi-Chi. This quickly brought them to the front of the line to a trembling ice cream man.

“Hi!” Goku grinned. “Can we get three ice cream, Sir? Gohan, what do you want?”

Gohan pointed to a picture of a chocolate and vanilla ice cream cone. “That one.”

“I want three scoops on a cone. I want a white, blue and pink cone. Chi-Chi, what do you want?”

Chi-Chi looked at the pictures on the cart. “I’ll take a single cone of lavender ice cream.”

The ice cream man quickly prepared the ice cream.

“How much?” Goku asked.

The total was seven zeni but he felt if he charged them, he would be tossed out of the park next. “Buddy, you can have these on the house.” When Goku didn’t appear to understand, he elaborated. “It’s free!”

“Free?” Goku thought that was so nice of the man. “Thanks. You’re nice.”

“Here you go,” the ice cream man shakily handed the ice cream to Goku who passed it to Chi-Chi and Gohan.

Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “What do you say, Gohan?”

Gohan smiled with smeared vanilla and chocolate on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“And?” Chi-Chi gently prodded her son.

Gohan bowed at the ice cream man. “Thank you, Mr. Ice Cream Man.”

The people in line parted again to allow the Son Family to walk away and settle on the empty bench. Normalcy resumed as children and parents played around them. A happy father, mother and son sat on the bench, licked ice cream and enjoyed the warm spring day around them.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Gohan added as he forgot to thank his Mommy for handling the bully kid and his Dad.

“You’re welcome.” Chi-Chi licked her ice cream. “See, Gohan. It pays to have martial arts parents. Me and Daddy can fight the bad guys and bullies while you fight with your strong mind.”

“You got that right.” Goku licked his ice cream. “Mommy and Daddy will always protect you, Gohan.”

“That’s right,” Chi-Chi agreed. “We’re gonna protect you because you are meant for great things and it’s not fighting, Gohan. With your mind, you will change the world.”

Gohan nodded and licked his ice cream. His tail and feet wiggled as he thought of his mother’s words. Mommy always told him he is special. She told him he is very smart and always encouraged his learning. It made him happy to think Mommy thought he will change the world.

But how will I do that?

Thirty Years Later

Son Gohan stood on stage nervous. It wasn’t the first time he was on stage to receive an award. He wasn’t a novice to public events or speaking. He was Valedictorian of his graduating high school and college class but today was extremely important. It was so random for that day at the park to come to mind but as Gohan saw his proud Mom, Dad, brother, wife and daughter, and mentor, Piccolo, Gohan realized it wasn’t random for his mother’s words that day put him on the path to this special day.  

“…… so today, we honor the youngest to receive this year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine. Son Gohan. Please step forward and receive your Nobel Prize from the King.”

[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

LULU

Staatsschauspiel Dresden

Frank Wedekind, Regie: Daniela Löffner

[sharpth1ng]

Scream Wardrobe Hcs Pt 3- Randy Meeks

Cargos and Chinos

The chinos (on the left) are the dockers pleated ones, and they're a little high waisted. He's serving grandpa but somehow its kinda fly?

I couldn't find the right colour cargos, they should be more obnoxiously green than this, but oh well

2. Just a bunch of patterned button downs

He has so many of these and 25% of them almost look like bowling shirts

Sid once told him she liked one of these and since then the collection has grown to take up 30% of his wardrobe

3. Cali brands like billabong, Freshjive and Quicksilver

he wears a Freshjive shirt in the movie and honestly it makes sense, he's a little funky, a little groovy kinda guy

also he's ahead of his time all this shit is vintage and costs a bunch, especially the freshjive stuff

4. Dr. Martens and hush puppies

Wearing the same brands as Billy and Stu while being significantly more adventurous

5. Collared Suede Zip up Jacket

He wears the big ass collars of his button down flapped out over the collar of this jacket and its his biggest crime tbh, someone make him tuck that in (I'm looking at you scream 2 costume department)

6. Stupid Tiny 90's Sunnies

This is his second biggest crime.

Don't ask me why but I know he had a pair of these, he might be the second trendiest member of the group aside from Tatum and these were so popular at the time

7. Chunky Silver Statement Rings

dude wears two giant rings at the same time in the first movie, my man is accessorized

they're all obnoxiously large, like they look like class rings

AND because I've cursed myself I have to give them all underwear now:

8. Patterned Jockeys

My man is funky fresh, his underwear is patterned like the carpet in a 90's arcade or movie theater

also please lmao look at this insane Jockey ad from 98' yall think these doctors were fuckin?

Bonus, just because I'm obsessed with this picture of Jamie Kennedy:

WERK

he's serving nipple

More:

Billy

Stu

Sidney

[aettuddae]

Hi :) It's the crazy plant idea lady who called Serim a twink that waters dead plants again. Sorry about this response being kind of wack. I had to tend to my Sue Sylvester fan page account. (It's a long story for another time). OKAY TO THE MAIN EVENt

Thank you for calling my rant cute (HUGS). Okay, but now, fr, let's get into this.

When Ning first discovered Serim watering a dead plant, she waited until she was done watering and caring for said plant and threw it away (bad move, Ning). Around 20 minutes go by, and Serim is just screaming ANGELICA, OH ANGELICA, WHERE ARE YOU. Ning is confused to see Serim lying delirious on the floor where the plant used to be. Ning then tells her that she threw the plant away. Serim then proceeds to cry into Ning's shoulder. Hence, Ningning lets Serim water dead plants.

PLANT SNSD. Let's just say Taeyeon is hanging on for dear life (Serim parys to it every day, Why? I don't know; I don't make the rules). I feel like Serim has a corner of her apartment designated for her snsd plants. All of the snsd plants excluding 2 are alive and well. One is obviously Taeyeon, and the other is none other than..... Yuri, the African milk tree (Euphorbia Trigona). We will never know why Serim has this in her house. Let's just say that Taeyeon looks like a god compared to this poor plant.

Yes, ningning gets into plants only for her first plant to get killed by none other than the gay herself, Serim. Let's just say Serim and Jennie had a bit too much soju.... and serim thought it was a good idea to give Ning's baby plant a little drink, too. Ning, when she later went to Serims apartment, found her plant... dead, killed by soju.

Weedville - A love story between a twink gardening teacher and a confused idol named Ningning who doesn't know how she ended up in this odd girl's class. Ning then discovers that her teacher is delusional because she talks to the plants and sings songs (I imagine Serim randomly singing Gangnam style to plant Taeyeon).

Also, this was so fun to write. I usually get so sick of writing that I need to add Sid the Sloth quotes to make me feel better.

Also, could you, perchance, can create an anon name for mauh (hair flip) I'm to lazy too, or we can just stick with serim and ning twink agenda lady.

hello again, sweetheart :) i don't know what you talking about but i truly love sue sylvester 👍🏻

what do you mean ningning threw away angelica? can aespa stop ruining serim's life? she's gonna collapse 😭 also, serim theater kid agenda is just getting stronger bc why is she going "oh angelica, where are you?" and throwing herself on the floor like okay ROMEO. ningning seeing this and getting too traumatized she just lets her do her thing

so there's two that are dead and gone? sunny and hyo i'm so sorry, i bet serim tried saving you 😔 i didn't remember what an african milk tree was so i searched for it and i'm bawling this is yuri 🫴🏼 (well, this is yuri if serim succeeds in taking care of it)

SHE WATERED A PLANT WITH SOJU ??

WHAT DO U MEAN WEEDVIL- gangnam style of all songs, i'm crying 😭 i see her ass going wow fantastic baby to the plants

i don't actually know what parts of what you're saying are true anymore i picture you as an talking unicorn at this point

well, TALKING UNICORN ANON or just 🦄 anon 🫴🏼

thanks for this, i laughed so much reading it, you're nuts 🙏🏻🫂

[justthegreat1]

Talk To The Hand: Talk To Me Review

Pictured above is the Talk To Me poster.

Image credit: A24

So, this will be my 2nd A24 movie review and I am still processing this movie so if this review isn’t great, I’m sorry. Now, when I first heard about this movie which was a month ago, I honestly thought “oh great…another possession movie.”, but no this is not your typical possession movie and I’m going to tell you right now dear reader… I think this might be one of the best years to be a horror fan. Anyways, enough talking and cut to the chase and “Talk” about this movie in this spoiler-free review…I’m sorry about the pun.

Talk To Me is a 2023 supernatural horror film directed by Danny and Michael Philippou (RackaRacka) and this is their feature film directorial debut. Talk To Me is produced by Samantha Jennings and Kristina Ceyton. This movie is written by Danny Philippou and Bill Hinzman. The cast includes Sophie Wilde as Mia, Alexandra Jensen as Jade, Joe Bird as Riley, Otis Dhanji as Daniel, Miranda Otto as Sue, Zoe Terakes as Hayley, Chris Alosio as Joss, Marcus Johnson as Max, Alexandria Steffensen as Rhea, Ari McCarthy as Cole, and Sunny Johnson as Duckett.

The Plot:

When a group of friends discover how to conjure spirits using an embalmed hand, they become hooked on the new thrill, until one of them goes too far and unleashes terrifying supernatural forces.

Positives:

One positive I have about this movie was how the cast worked so well with each other, each cast member nailed their roles…especially Sophie Wilde, her performance makes the viewer feel what she goes through, and she was unsettling in the possession scene which was shown in the second trailer. I appreciated how each character didn’t feel like just another body count as they served their purpose.

Pictured above is Mia in of the many possession scenes in the movie.

Image credit: A24

The second positive I have about this movie was that it didn’t depend on jump scares or violence (except for one scene) to make you feel uncomfortable, rather it was the story itself that made the viewer feel uncomfortable. This movie was made to make you feel something whether that’s discomfort, fear, or whatever emotion you get from watching this movie.

Pictured above is the character of Riley played by Joe Bird in a very unfortunate situation.

Image credit: A24

The third positive is that I’m glad we don’t get a clear explanation as to where the hand comes from, we get hints throughout the movie from the characters, but I liked how they don’t fill the movie with exposition on where the hand came from. This movie is straight to the point which is another positive I have about this movie. It isn’t slow like Insidious: The Red Door or too fast, it is a crisp 1 hour 35 minutes which is a great run time for a movie like this.

Pictured above is the hand that each of the characters used to communicate with the dead.

Image credit: A24

Negatives:

Sooooo, when it came to the negatives, I couldn’t think of one. Now I’m not calling the movie perfect by any means, but when I rewatch this movie I’m sure I will find some flaws but right now, I think this might be one of the better supernatural horror films we had in awhile (Conjuring 2 being my favorite one).

My overall thoughts:

I think this movie is worth your time if you want a supernatural horror movie that has plenty of twists and turns throughout to keep you invested, likeable characters throughout, and has plenty of suspenseful moments. I can picture myself owning this on physical media and rewatching it to find things I might’ve missed in my first viewing.

What did you think about Talk To Me if you have seen it?

Feel free to comment your thoughts and please keep the comments respectful.

Thank you!

Where to watch Talk To Me?

Talk To Me can currently be watched in movie theaters.

[gotankgo]

«The sunny Californian exploitation double of Van Nuys Blvd. and Malibu High (two of the best from Crown International Pictures) opened across Chicagoland forty-five years ago, including a stint in The Loop at the Oriental Theater with Kung-Fu Mama (1973).»