#thats craaaaazyyy

[magicxc]

Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Hallween they’ll never forget.

Word Count: 3521

Warnings: more murder lmao

Chapter 7 - 3rd POV

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Feet scraping against the floor, Emery starts a string of stuttering - the fresh words dying on her tongue each time a new thought pops into her mind, as she tries desperately to put as much distance between her and Jason.

Tears filling both eyes, they spill down puffy cheeks while she scrambles up to her feet, shoulders violently trembling as she manages to throw accusation after accusation his way about the gum in question. 

“Really? I got it from a convenience store, you can’t be serious right now.”

“As serious as a heart attack Jason, stop fucking with me.”

Head rising out of the palm of her hands and eyes narrowed into slits, Lynnley feels genuine confusion on why the people around her have found yet another reason to fight with each other; especially considering what just happened.

“I'm sorry, wh- what's the reason now?”

“Uhh, apparently Emery here isn't a big fan of peppermint flavored gum?” Jason questioned.

“Jason you bitch, I fucking dare you to play coy with me again.” Emery screeched. “Lynn he- he- he has that shit flavored gum.”

Realising what Emery is referring to, Lynnley decides to play mediator between the pair, for fear that she’ll get sucked into a screaming match next, both physically and mentally exhausted from the events of the night.

“Em, chill out, it’s probably just a coincidence. For goodness sake, Jason can’t be the only one that buys the damn flavor or else they wouldn’t sell it.”

Walking off to the corner of the room, Jason leaves the argument, preferring to avoid the topic at hand, even if it means clearing his name. 

“Chill out? Lynn, our friends are all dead, how can you say that?”

“Because it’s the only thing keeping me sane right about now,” Lynnley ranted. “After everything I’m to believe that my boyfriend has been slaughtering everyone I love? How sick is that?”

“Just a few hours ago, you were convinced it was Lenny. What are the odds that our friends start dropping like flies the literal moment he steps foot into our lives?”

Hands cradled around her head Lynnley feels a multitude of emotions, the top one being revulsion. Was Jason really capable of doing something this cruel? Physically yes, but what kind of sane person would stoop that low on the moral scale? 

This is the same man that lotioned her entire body down after every shower. This is the same man that tracked her periods so he could have snacks, movies, and hot compresses on standby for when aunt flo paid a visit. This is the same man who insisted on cuddling her to sleep every night, stories about his day a common subject until he heard her light snores; an indication that let him know it was safe for him to rest his eyes. The first time she played asleep was an experiment after confronting him about it, a sly grin creeping up on her face after realising that he’d gladly lose sleep if it meant she could finally meet the sandman. 

So, could it be that Lynnley was so head over heels for the guy that a few tendencies went overlooked? Like his persistence on knowing her every move? Surely he was just protective. Or the fact that he kept his private life so secretive? Maybe he was just a tough cookie to crack.

Fingernails digging into her scalp Lynnley replays every sketchy moment Jason’s ever had, finding any and every excuse to combat it because one thing she could never do is live with herself after inviting this man into the lives of her closest friends and watching the deadly consequences unfold. Hands gripping at the roots of her hair, she doubles down on the fact that Jason is but a law abiding citizen and their sleep deprivation is getting the best of them. In fact he’s been by her side through some of her most challenging moments and not to mention most of the night.

“Most of the night? For fucks sake Lynn, OPEN YOUR EYES BEFORE HE SHUTS THEM FOR YOU.”

“Em, please can we just-”

Cut short in the middle of her sentence, Lynnley struggles to speak through the searing pain coursing through her body. During their heated bickering no one had noticed Jason creep up behind her, his pocket knife lodged deeply in her back. 

Mouth formed into an “O” Emery stood glued to the floor in shock, watching as blood slowly pooled to the front of Lynnley’s shirt. 

“Six centimeters to the left of the spine and eight centimeters down from the shoulder. That’s where I got you sugar,” Jason whispered, licking the shell of her ear. “It stings doesn't it? You see the tip of the knife punctures the lung at such an angle that any breath you do manage to take in is used to supplement your body as opposed to letting out those earth shattering screams, I just know you can make,” he snickered. “Be a doll and stay put for me."

And with that he yanks the knife from her back, none too gently, watching as her body falls limply to the floor. 

Blood splatters from the open wound and oozes from her mouth as Lynnley drags herself away from him, tears rapidly streaming down her face while she lays belly up on the floor - hoping that the hard wood can apply pressure to the wound she can’t reach.

Emery reaches out to Lynnley, vision blurry and body weak as she watches her friend's worst fear come true. Meanwhile Jason has his targets set on his final victim, slowly inching his way toward her. 

For each step he takes forward, she takes two back, mind whirling with thoughts of where she can reasonably stay put for another half hour or so. Her thoughts don't yield much answers and she instead breaks off into a sprint around the living room, foot ready to step into the hallway until a hand lands on her shirt and snatches it back. 

Jason finds this sorry attempt laughable at best, yet pathetic entirely. After all that, does she really think she stands a chance? Against him? No, in fact this little cat and mouse game has gone on long enough and it’s time he put this whole scuffle to rest. 

Hurling Emery on the floor, his pocket knife rests painfully on her throat. Pressed into her neck, the jagged edges prick the soft skin, small drops of blood sliding down to her decolletage just daring her to move any further. 

And move she does, arms flailing and legs thrashing, it isn’t until her palm connects to his face does his fingers replace the knife, curling tightly around Emery’s neck. Jason can't help the twisted smile etched onto his sinful lips, admitting that he likes a woman that fights back. 

Even if Emery doesn’t make it through the night, she’ll be damned if she makes it easy, or at the very least pleasurable for him. So instead, with every fiber of her being, she swallows the retort on the tip of her tongue and plays possum, body completely flaccid in an attempt to ruin whatever sick fantasy he’s conjured up. 

But all it is for Jason is a minor bump in a very satiable road. Though he finds himself on the verge of irritation this isn’t anything he can't get through. After all, he didn't work his way up to staff sergeant just to back down from a little challenge. She may not move for him the way he’d like, but Jason’s confident he can coax a little wiggle from her taut body. Plus, it’s the psychological aspect he enjoys most when it all boils down to it; so mobility or not he’s bound to have a good time. 

“You know, back then when we first met? It was actually supposed to be you that ended up at the rest stop near the border,” Jason admits, smearing the blood stained steel on her shirt. “That night when you pulled into the parking lot, things felt too damn easy. Here comes this woman, in the pouring rain, pulling into this desolate place just to use the bathroom. It almost felt like a gift. 

Emery feels rage like none other. There's several things she has to physically hold herself back from and one of them is punching him right in his stupid face. At least if she goes out, she can do so with a bang; literally. But she has to keep her calm and play the long game. Even if it means revisiting the night that's cost her countless hours of sleep. 

Never did she think she’d come face to face with the man behind her night terrors, at least outside of a courtroom that is. But all this means is that she has to do whatever it takes for the homies lost along the way. She just has to play it cool long enough to survive the night because if it’s one thing she’s determined to do is get through this. 

Tucking his knife back into the pocket Jason continues his flashback, reminding her of that fateful night leading up to this very moment. In the grand scheme of things, it worked out much better than he could’ve ever imagined getting five for the price of one. And what a grand finale it’s turned out to be. 

“What stopped you from picking me that night?” Emery croaked.

Tongue tracing over his bottom lip, Jason seemed deep in thought before admitting that he wasn’t so sure exactly what spared her from such a fate. Bending down so his lips meet her ear, Jason goes on to recall step by step the events that took place leading up to the seventh victim and what a vivid picture he painted. So close yet so far away, their shoulders centimeters apart in the lot, symbolizing the literal inch in which her life was saved. 

Deeply inhaling, a twisted smirk finds its way onto his mouth, a heavy dose of nostalgia transporting him back to that very moment in the lot - her vanilla scented shampoo just as potent in his nostrils as it was in the rain.

Try as she might to widen her lids and roll her eyes back, the pool of tears that's gathered threatens to spill with the inevitable blink to follow. The fluttering of her lashes doesn’t help much and instead encourages the free flow of tears that slides down her cheeks. Heavy breathing from his weight or this moment she may never know, follows suit; wishing the earth could consume her entirely, all that talk about surviving the night tossed out the window. Why did she ever think she was strong enough to see this through? Why couldn’t he just make it quick? Instead he mocks her and sears her skin with his icky touch. 

“Shhh,” Jason coos. “We’re not even at the good part yet. Cause really I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Hands balled tightly together, Emery settles for turning her head to the side, the wall suddenly a lot more interesting than it was a mere few minutes ago. 

“You were the first time I’ve ever hesitated. And for obvious reasons I couldn’t just let you leave, but more so I wanted to see what it was about you that had me stopping in my tracks,” he explained, fingers tucking her hair behind the ear.

That night after brushing past one another, it was truly miraculous that he was able to clock your license plate given the circumstances, but by all means he did and wasted no time using his resources to track you down. What was supposed to be a one and done, something along the lines of an accident, turned into the prospect of a five for one special. And who could turn down such a possibility?! After a few weeks trailing her, he was able to find a way to end it all, but more importantly Jason was able to find his in - through none other than Lynnley. She was so desperate for love it was amusing, though it did allow him to brush up on his social skills if you will. That ‘relationship’ really brought his other talents to the forefront.

Just a little while longer, Emery thought. Who knew the prick was such a talker? But it just might work in her favor after all. If Julianna could survive drowning and Stephanie could survive a knife to the throat, the very least Emery can survive is this motormouth prick, gloating in all his murderous glory. In fact, a jail cell is too good for him, and if all goes well, it’ll be his organs at the end of a very pointy knife. 

“Can you believe it Em? Not only am I able to adapt to the personality traits of a loving boyfriend, but I was even able to get you all to join in.”

Did he just? Too stunned to speak, let alone think Emery couldn’t believe that he hadn’t a crumb of decency left in him. To brag about the literal deaths of her friends? Suddenly it was becoming too much. 

“Shut up!”

“I mean, I’m a pretty hands on guy, but to watch myself thrive in the psychological side of things was something else entirely. For sure I thought I would’ve been figured out after the whole Steph situation. But then this amazing thing happened-”

“SHUT UP!”

“Did I mention this is a new record for me? I tend to take care of things one at a time but phew, what a night am I right?”

“Jason you are literally SICK,” she cried. “What went so fucking wrong in your life?”

“Do you want the long version or the short version? It doesn’t matter though because you’re definitely someone I’ll carry with me for years to come. I mean look at this gotdamn scene? And as luck would have it, we meet again and I get to save the very best for last.”

Emery wretches, but all that comes up is a gust of air - the liquor from the night long gone from her bloodstream and her stomach. All she can manage is a dry heave as Jason condescendingly pats her head in comfort.

Raising up to shift his body weight to his knees, Jason goes on to undo the buckle of his belt, Emerys breathing now dramatically increasing in speed. Frazzled, she starts kicking once more, this time a loud cry managing to tear its way past her throat. 

Fingers clamped around her jaw, Jason squeezes it to discomfort and spits inside, mentioning how her mouth can be put to better use. 

“And please, don't flatter yourself Em, you’re not my type. I just prefer you of all people quiet. Go ahead and give it a swish,” he taunted.

With the belt free from his pants, Jason places it around her neck, quicker than she can stop it and loops it through the buckle with minimal effort. He goes on to admit to actually wanting to keep her alive to deal with the aftermath of everything, for the simple fact that it’s the mental aspect of things he’s grown to enjoy most. But he couldn’t possibly risk her identifying him to the police.

Horrified, Emery realises the gravity of her situation and notices that any major movement could actually work against her in terms of squeezing the leather around her neck. Fingernails scraping deep into his flesh, she tries to grab at his hands before they can grip onto the belt and they both push against one another, her strength oddly satisfying to him. 

This is someone who should be worn out, but it’s interesting what fear can make you do - another reason he’s found himself so infatuated with the group and the unexpected turn of events throughout the night.

Jason finally manages to wrestle her to the ground, cooing words of affirmation for the good fight she’s fought and grapples with the belt until he has it firmly placed in his hands. Pulling at the end, he wraps it around his knuckles and tugs it back as far as his body will allow. 

All of Emery’s focus now lies on the belt and try as she might, it just won't budge. She manages to slip her thumb between her neck and the strap, but it does very little compared to the strength of the man atop her. Heels buried into the floor, she tries scooting backward in an attempt to throw Jason off her though all she manages is shoe scratches embedded along the floor boards. Veins popping from her neck and teeth bared, Emery musters up the last bit of strength she has, a hoarse scream on the tip of her tongue as black dots dance around her vision. 

Wrapping the belt once more around his hand, Emery surprises Jason at every turn at the fight she’s put up. This night is definitely one for the books and a pilot to what his future skillset can conjure up. If he ever gets caught, he’ll be sure to credit her with this new inspiration of his and that way her name, too, will live on in the tales of time. Her efforts eventually subside, head sluggishly shaking from side to side, and he holds his position for a few minutes longer to make sure the deed is done. 

Tiredly huffing out a breath of air, Jason stands to his full height and fixes his clothes. Walking over to Lynnley, he crouches down and thanks her for the part she played in it all, acknowledging that none of this would've been possible without her. 

“I sincerely hope that you were able to enjoy the final show sugar,” he winked, bending down to place a final kiss to her lips. “If it brings you any type of solace, you were my favorite.”

Lynnley croaks out one last gurgled moan, no doubt a slew of curse words. A tear escapes her right eye, all her energy thwarted from the serious wound and Jason takes the time to brush her lids closed. 

Tires crinkling over the leaves on the ground breaks him out of his daze. Shuffling to the window, he sees what only could be Lorenzo’s parents pulling up. Digging his hands through his pockets, he pulls out the house keys and heads over to the back door

Unlocking the deadbolt, Jason slips through and jogs up as far away from the house as he can, stopping once he gets a good enough distance away to still be within earshot of the scene to unfold. That's the good thing about places this far out. Wide open spaces act as an echo, sounds rippling off one another until they fade into the distance. And even though he is a sizable distance away from the house, he reminds himself to be careful as the echo in question works both ways. But boy what he wouldn’t give to see the look on the parents faces at his parting gift. He’ll just have to do without for now as he’ll see it on the news station soon enough.

Peering behind a tree, Jason waits, watches, and listens for what comes next. How insanely cool would it be to pull this off again? The same family line, the same trauma, the same ending? It’s almost too good to be true. Hands slithering down to his pants, he has to adjust his bulge at the thought, leg shaking loose his oncoming boner.

But is it wise though? To hit the same place twice? No, that's how people get caught, they get too cocky. The only reason he’s been as successful as he has is because there are no connections. Different states, different people, different races, different traits - it’s how he keeps em guessing. And this? Five at a time? It's not his MO. He could roughly get away with something like this for months to come, authorities quick to profile someone else entirely.

He could never take full credit for it though. In all fairness, the other players of the game helped create the art scene in the same way the person who brought paint to Michaelangelo helped create the sistine chapel. And while he could never pair up to Michaelangelo, he did consider himself an artist. Did his work push boundaries? Of course it did. What great artist hasn’t? And while he didn't work much with paint or photography, he did prefer himself a realist of sorts, his works imitating that of ordinary people in ordinary surroundings. He may not have been Jean-François Millet, but his style will be talked about for centuries to come. 

The scream that echoes through the air has Jason smiling wide, trudging further toward the main road at a mission well done. The breeze is light and the sun is warm as it beams down on the earth, his next quest fresh on his mind. 

After all, lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice, or does it?

A/N: Wowww!! This is a story thats been brewing for a little over a year now. I never expected myself to get so gory while writing and in the beginning it was super tough emotionally. Overall, my growth is insaneee and Im in mf awe of how this turned out :) Im finally at a place where I can, for the most part, jot my thoughts accurately on "paper"!!! This journey was fun and tiresome, and Im excited to see where my muse takes me next.

[melodyatlas]

for the only one bed prompt from a while back!

3 with dickjay, maybe an injured dick (his knee? :D) waking up to a jason who went out his way to get him to a safehouse and patched up. dicks totally bewildered/fighting back tears because what the fuck? i picture it a little post UTRH (ignoring bftc and bib and even their outsiders interaction) so this is their first 'meeting' since jasons Come Back

feel free to ignore/discard whichever parts of my idea you want btw no pressure LOL

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dickjay!!! yessss!! i think i used most of what you said? this was super fun cause as much as i like jaydick i havent actually written for them before, hopefully i did it justice 😂❤️💙

i was smart enough to put this one under a cut after it got away from me in length lmao

Consciousness does not come quickly to Dick.

He's just so comfortable; a firm bed beneath him, a soft, vaguely familiar smell invading his senses, and a heavy warmth wrapped around him.

The only thing making this situation less than ideal is a sharp pain in his side and the twinge of his still-healing knee. It reminds him he needs to do his morning leg stretches, but surely those could wait so he can enjoy the embrace of- wait... He's on an off period in his relationships right now.

So who's arms are wrapped around him right now?

He forces his brain to actually wake up, scouring his memories for details of the night before.

His knee-brace has been slowing him down a little more than he would like to admit. And he /might/ have overestimated his flexibilty the night before because of it. He attempted a move that definitely would have worked before he was shot- but with the brace on, he can't tuck that leg as tightly as he needed to be able to in the space he was in.

It meant he didn't make it to cover as intended, getting grazed by a couple of bullets for his trouble. He would have been in real hot water had the newest Gotham rogue not chosen that moment to stroll into the fray.

And stroll he did- the Red Hood didn't seem to have a care in the world as he waltzed right into that crowded warehouse. The drug cartel that had been closing in on Dick had seemed just as surprised as he was by the addition to the fray- and his casual attitude.

It worked in Hood's favor, probably all according to his plan; the confusion it created made the perfect hole for him to announce that he was there to send a message to their boss about dealing cut drugs under his watch.

Apparently he had the whole warehouse rigged to blow and was magnanimously offering them the option of retreat before he blew the whole thing sky high.

His reputation preceded him, and most of the goons bolted at the news, the few who stayed behind arguing in favor of capturing Nightwing as their get out of jail free card getting shot in the arms or legs for their trouble.

Dick was a little surprised that Hood hadn't just outright killed them all. But the light maiming and the yelling that Nightwing was Hood's prize also worked to get the stragglers to finally run off.

Objectively, Dick /knew/ the Red Hood was Jason Todd. But seeing Hood walk up to where he was still laid up on the cold ground- hearing him tell those goons that Dick was his /prize/- it was slightly intimidating. Not that he'd ever tell Jason that.

Still, Dick knows better than to let anyone see him sweat, so he gave Hood his trademark grin even as he kept his hand on the deepest graze on his side. He's lucky it wasn't any closer to his body, no real bullet wound to worry about, but the longest one was bleeding a little more than he would've liked.

Red Hood just sighed as he looked down at Dick, "Sometimes you're really more trouble than you're worth. C'mon then, I was serious about rigging this place. We need to get clear."

He helped haul Dick up to his feet, where he immediately swayed and had to be caught in Hood's arm. Damn, as if needing to be saved wasn't embarrassing enough. He had to go and nearly faint in his arms too?

He must've lost more blood than he thought, because he did nearly pass out on Jason's shoulder- the bigger man nearly having to carry him to a nearby car. And isn't that just a slap in the face- that Jason was bigger than Dick now.

It's not even like Dick is a small man- he's not- but Jason still has a couple inches and at least 20 pounds (of what looks like pure muscle) on him.

No wonder his memory of the rest of the night is so fuzzy. Dick really had to have lost more blood than he thought. But he got what he needed from the memory- /Jason/ is the one wrapped around him.

/Jason/ is the one who crawled into bed with him after saving him from getting in over his head. After carrying him to a safehouse to patch him up.

And he did patch him up- Dick can feel the gauze wrapped around his stomach, the telltale pull of what has to be fresh stitches in his side. He swallows hard, trying to hold back his emotions at the revelation.

He hasn't actually seen Jason since he came back from the grave. He /knew/. Of course he did- he was around tangentially while Jason was taunting Bruce as the Red Hood. So it wasn't hard to find out who he was after Bruce knew.

Dick can feel out the fuzzy memory of Jason taking off the helmet last night, but suddenly he needs to see his face /now/.

So despite the ache in his knee and the pain in his side, he twists around in Jason's hold to lay face to face with him. His movement jostles Jason enough that he furrows his brow, even in his sleep, but the younger man seems to relax back into his sleep pretty quickly.

It's... overwhelming to see Jason like this. Grown. Grown so much from when he last saw him. Logically, Dick knows Jason is still only nineteeen- but he looks older than that. Years beyond what he should- he looks closer to Dick in age.

Muscle he didn't have before built up all over. Hair grown out just enough to really let his curls show. The white tuft at his forehead and long scar along his cheek stark reminders of what he went through.

Dick is reaching out before he even realizes, two fingers tracing up along the scar and then back down to where it cuts into his lips. Surprisingly, it doesn't detract from Jason's good looks at all, in fact, Dick thinks it makes him look even more handsome.

So he can be forgiven, he thinks, for being so entraced by the sight that he doesn't realize when Jason's eyes open.

"A guy could get the wrong idea, waking up to a half-naked bird touching his lips like that."

It's only his years of training that keep Dick from flinching at the new sound of Jason's voice. It sounds like him- but at the same time, it doesn't. Once again, those years twisting the image of Jason he had in his head, now at odds with the man before him.

Still, he can play this game, "You're the one who stripped me half-naked and called me a prize."

Jason just hums, nips a little at Dick's fingertips where they still rest on his lips, and then shoots him a smug little grin when Dick /does/ startle at that before joining him in smiling.

It's crazy how /easy/ this is. Laying in bed with a man he used to know, but certainly doesn't anymore. Jason's been through so much since the last time they saw each other- so has Dick, even- but he's still so comfortable with him.

It's hard to say whether or not he /should/ be this comfortable. He knows what Jason's been up to since he got back. But he also saved him. And is letting him flirt with him. Hell- he's flirting /back/.

Dick thinks he can relax into this for a little bit- let them both have something nice for once. So he doesn't let himself think too hard before leaning up to replace his fingers at Jason's lips with his own mouth.

Yeah, he can definitely let them both have this.

[nomaishuttle]

sry im like willing myself to get up and brush my teeth and all that but im literally like Maybe i should finally actually listen to tbi. as in the bifrost incident not traumatic brain injury which it would be insane if there was a mechs album named traumatic brain injury.

[suckishima]

okay so i know i posted a few weeks ago that i did get to see the haikyuu movie when i was in japan last month and ive been so busy i didnt fully have time to process lol so ive been writing down thoughts as i remember them so, spoilers under the cut (no particular order)

final rally pov shot was craaaaazyyy (sidenote i saw challengers today lmao and they did a similar pov shot thing a couple times and it reminded me how sick it was to see such a complicated thing be animated)

in addition to that tho, while i liked the drop of the music then to just have it be kenmas breathing, i felt lie his breathing seemed a little repetitive?? like it was possibly just the same couple voice recordings repeated???

and also tbh.. i kinda didnt love how after the super amazing pov animation the way they chose to animate the full court flashback to tokyo training camp was just like a flat pan around the room. it just didnt feel all that dynamic after seeing something so cool, and maybe it was just my screening but the image was kinda blurry and not that crisp at that part

in general tho i thought the sound design was really cool, so much of it just straight up felt like a live match happening, and the part when kenma tells hinata to stay interesting and the sound cuts out?? ooo v effective i thought

and then the birdcaaaage aaaah i loved the way the wings like got all stifled in the cage when kenma first trapped him and then ofc the bursting out of it oooo im excited to see it again in imax

there were a tonnnn of small moments that i assumed wouldnt make the cut that actually did too, yaku sitting on lev's back when he's doing pushups, the bokuto/kuroo hair swap flashback lmaooo, goshiki having to share his ipad with tendou (i cant remember for sure now if he actually says that or not but theyre definitely in the movie), bokuto and akaashi coming over and talking to yachi and ah i think theres more. a lot of them were shortened down a bit, but i appreciated them getting attention nonetheless. sadly no kuroo/lev poop conversation though lmaoo

i thought the kuroo/kenma flashbacks were pretty good as well, i think they possibly added a few lines?? it seemed like there were more frames of stuff of kuroo being inspired by the "lowering the net" concept which was really cool bc thats really integral to his character to me. and then theres this line where kenma is like "hinata has kageyama and i have kuroo" and uhhhh that is news to me!! im like 90% thats new content lmao, and oooo it was good, the shots they chose with it too gooood

oh for some reason they changed how kenma flops??? he falls with his butt up in the air instead of just flat??? like why lmao, obviously that was like an Actual Choice they made bc they had to draw it and obviously had the manga as reference and it makes no difference other than to confuse me lolll

im interested to see it again distributed by crunchyroll too bc im sure some of the subs i saw werent right, a few lines just didnt make sense and there were a few instances of like "lead blocking"

and okay. i gotta talk about the chapter 298 stuff

its there its in the movie!! but,, it's watered down lmao

and i think i was also too in my head and overanalyzing it which im disappointed in myself for so im hoping on rewatch ill have a better time

the "hes always been one step ahead of me after all" was like as perfect as it could get tbh, it looks just like the manga and tsukki like says it just right and yamaguchi comes onto the court behind him totally focused and aaah really loved it. then the service ace and tsukkis little laugh it really good

but then i'm torn on the actual serve and block, there's no inner thoughts on yamaguchis "oh no the ball isnt drifting enough" and then tsukkis silent reply "no that was plenty" before stuffing it, so we arent hearing their like mind reading/intuition connection there which was a bummer. and thennnn im not positive on this bit but i dont think anyone repeats anything about the serve and block being the perfect play?? (its yamaguchi echoing ukai in the manga) and then no little flashbacks to how theyve been training

HOWEVER the big main flashbacks of seeing how yamaguchi walks from behind tsukki to in front of him are there!!! and the way theyre presented is interesting? i was like taken aback by the decision to have the clips being showed within their silhouettes as they move toward each other (i couldnt even tell thats what it was at first tbh..) that i missed whether or not all the panels were in it..... (majorly disappointed in myself for that one). idk visually i found it a little confusing i guess and so i couldnt fully appreciate and im hoping itll look cool on rewatch when i understand whats happening

and then the high five ahhh it was pretty good, idk if anything will ever live up to that manga panel for me, the joy and success and sense of achievement in that image means so much to me lol, but its animated fairly well. do wish they didnt cover tsukkis smile tho

then kuroo asks how tsukki feels about volleyball and he says its fun and he smiles and its.. fine. like ugh its just one of those things were this entiiiire section just slightly suffered from being a two minute segment of a movie instead of a whole episode (or even just half an episode tbh), like something about his smile and saying it was fun just fell a little flat for me and i was unfortunately a little sad about it, i was hoping for a little more buildup and like emphasis. this is a huuuuge culminating moment for him and it didnt quite feel like it to me bc the movie had to have other priorities where a season wouldnt have

later one when tsukki and kuroo are like battling at the net exhausted tho and tsukki smiles again that was pretty good, the animated is really top notch when theyre all panting n stuff, and the voice acting there was great, really liked it

[velvetpantylines]

Handsome devil . . .

[macbethheadband]

I love when old blokes are like this is a song from back when you had to buy albums on big round things called vinyls cuz then you can be like oooh my god whaaaaat oh my gooood no waaaaaaaay whaaaaaat oh my gooood ohhhhhh wowwwwww whaaaaat thats craaaaazyyy oh my gooooood no waaaaaay and then they get mad and walk away

[soaprulez-blog]

trevors older sister had these craaaaazyyy scars like all over and every 1 said it was because their house caught on fire but idk if thats true or not i think it is but i was never friends with her bc she wasnt in my grade