#this is making me want to rewatch the franchise again help

[nygleskas]

🗡️ for jeroman?? (probably the only one it can apply to LOL)

🗡️ : weapon moodboard

kinda fought for my life making this but i thinkk i got it . idk did my best WKGNSH and yeah lol that just applies for jeroman. and also batesman. anyways top row + middle left is roman core and bottom row + middle right is me core

moodboard ask game

[hellishjoel]

scream queen

6.6k / pairing: ghostface!joel miller x f!reader

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summary: A stalker outside your window at night forces you to beg for your life in more ways than one. You do what it takes because you're a survivor. And you kind of like the mask on. A/N: please heed these warnings, as they can be triggering for some individuals. No one is forcing you to read this, and if it sounds unappealing, please keep scrolling. This is far different from what I usually post, but I’m feeling spooky and have rewatched the entire Scream franchise in 72 hours. Indented chat means ghostface’s voice changer is on. Thank you to Emmie @hyzer34 for the FREAKING AMAZING ghostface!joel edits! 

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), horror, dark ghostface!joel, dubious consent (dubcon via manipulation/guilt/survival), reader has a boyfriend (what a drag) so I guess cheating/infidelity, swearing, taunting/stalker behavior, masked anonymous individual, strip show to save a life, male masturbation, threat of violence/death, begging for life, manhandling, spanking, rough oral (face fucking)(m!receiving), pet names, praise kink, degradation kink, clit smacking (?), life-threatening knifeplay, unprotected sex (p in v), the mask stays on ladies, plot twist ending? very barely edited heads-up

You gasp shakily as his hand carefully caresses your tit, thumb featherlight over your nipple, before he cups and lightly squeezes your juicy flesh.  You swallow down a lump and cower before him. You’re afraid for when he goes lower what he might find, how your slick is dampening your thighs, and your clit is pulsating for him. You need him. It’s sick, gross, disgusting, but you need him.  “Please, Mr.,” you trail off, unsure of what to call him.  “Ghostface.” He aids, and you quickly nod as your lips part. Your worst fear is coming true as his calloused hand and rough fingertips guide themselves further down the soft skin of your stomach and to your panties.  “Please, Mr. Ghostface, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You can’t help but feel tears welling in your eyes once more.  The masked man sighs and slowly shakes his head in shame.  “I don’t think it’s about what I want to do to you. But what you want me to do to you.”

It was a quiet fall evening. You sat on your boyfriend’s couch, ankles crossed along the extent of the cushions as you leafed through what was available on different streaming services. You wanted something spooky for Halloween but not something that would over-excite your imagination while alone. You’re wearing the same thing he left you in, red panties and an oversized black tee you had snagged from his closet. 

You figure your boyfriend should be home soon, so you start a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You sit up on the counter and kick your feet gently against the cabinets as you watch the time tick down, listening to each pop as it slowly rattles up its pace. 

Your phone’s ring catches your attention back in the living room. You assume it’s your boyfriend as you hop off the counter and swipe it from the arm of the chair. 

Unknown Caller

With a roll of your eyes, your tongue rutting out against your cheek, you deny the call. Probably a wrong number or an asshole troll since Halloween was nearing. You’re about to turn back to the kitchen, hearing the popcorn bag rattling with intensity when your phone goes off again. 

Stopped in your tracks, you watch your phone buzz with uncertainty as the screen flashes with the Unknown Caller tag once more. 

All of a sudden, the air is tight in your lungs, and your body is riddled with goosebumps. Now you were annoyed. You slid across the call button and pushed the phone to your ear. 

“You have the wrong number. Stop fucking calling me.”  You jam the blaring red end call button before huffing and returning to your popcorn. 

The timer slowly counts down, but each pop from the bag makes you jump. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… 

Your body jolts as you hear something pound against the windows, throwing yourself back against the counter with wide eyes. 

“What the fuck!” You gasp as you rotate your head, searching from open window to open window where the banging was coming from. But there was nothing. No one. Your heart rate is slowly increasing, you can feel it jumping in your wrist and your neck.

Your feet quickly skid across the room, locking the house’s back door before running back towards the front entrance, flicking the lock in place. Even if it was nothing, at least you were safe. 

Standing still in the entryway, you observed the home to be dead quiet. Your fears were still nesting on your shoulders, that you weren’t alone. 

Your phone rings again, causing you to jump from the silence you had grown used to. With a distasteful grimace, you glance around as you walk towards your phone. You accept the call with hesitancy.  

“Who is this?” You ask, already maneuvering around the house and shutting all the curtains and blinds in your wake. “Whoever the hell you are, just stop fucking calling me.”  You try not to let the panic that’s sitting in your throat be exposed over the phone. Whoever has called you hasn’t spoken yet. 

“Hello?” You ask, pausing in the kitchen as you finish your rounds around the first floor. 

“Now that is how you answer a phone call.” The voice isn’t familiar, it’s almost… animatronic? It didn’t sound like a person, but the languidness of their voice was all too human. It was low, primal. 

Now, you’ve seen these movies before, you weren’t an idiot, and you weren’t going to be one tonight. 

“What are you going to ask me? What’s my favorite scary movie?” You taunt, yanking the microwave door open and retrieving the piping hot bag of popcorn from inside, sucking in a harsh breath as your fingertips branded red from the heat. 

The voice on the line laughs. It’s almost sinister, not at all comforting. You’re not even sure why you’re entertaining this jackass who’s calling you when all they’ve done so far is giggle at your expense. 

“How did you even get this number, you fucking troll?” You probe, frowning as you squeeze your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you pry open the popcorn bag. Of course, it bursts, sending a few pieces scattered around the kitchen. You simply roll your eyes and sigh at the inconvenience. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl and clean up the mess you made?” 

You squat down to pick up the kernels you dropped, only realizing the extent of what the voice said a moment later. Your eyes widen, and your chest surges with panic. You look around, but all the windows are closed and covered. Was that just a lucky guess, or is someone watching you? 

Out of instinct, you reach for the knife block on the kitchen counter and yank out the biggest one. The blade gleams silver in the light, and you realize how exposed you are. 

You set down the knife on the counter and quickly move around the house, shutting off the lights and concealing you in a dim darkness. 

“What happened to the show? Why did the curtain close?” The low, sinister voice asks, and you whimper quietly in your hand to conceal your fear. “I liked watching you walk around,” he pauses, and all you can hear is your heart pounding, “in those red little panties.” 

You hate to admit that this flicks a nasty switch in you, chased and taunted, talked down to by an unknown figure. As much as you’re scared, a small churning begins low in your tummy, and you clench your thighs tighter together. 

With a shaky breath, you nibble on your lower lip and slowly move towards the front windows. You slowly peek them open, seeing nothing but your reflection and darkness. 

“Can you see me?” You ask nervously, licking at your lower lip. 

“Ahhh, there she is.” The voice praises, forcing you to swallow a lump down your throat. “Push those curtains open all the way. Want to see all of you.” You shiver, and the pooling in your panties only becomes more urgent. Someone’s watching you, and they like what they see. 

Following the anonymous caller’s instructions, you slowly push open the curtains, your body backlist by a dim light still on in the kitchen. The voice hums in appreciation. 

You blame it on your state of panic for not thinking clearly or logically for that manner. This creep wanted you, you could hear the slight desperation clinging to their voice. 

“Promise me you won’t fuckin’ harm me, and I-I’ll put on a show for you. Isn’t that what you want? You said you liked my panties.” You breathily point out, opting to put the phone on speakerphone and setting it down on the bench in front of the now curtain-drawn windows. 

The voice on the other line hums, pondering your offer. A shiver rolls over your spine as you subconsciously cross your arms in front of your body, scared and nerve-wracked. 

“You have a gorgeous body. Let me see it. All of it.” The voice echoes within the quiet home, and you blink back the fear that is resting heavily on your chest. You take in a shaky breath and do as you are told. 

Your hands go to the hem of your top, about to lazily toss it off when you are tsk tsk-ed at. You frown and quickly pull the t-shirt back down. 

“Not like that!” The voice barks, angry and condescending, making you whimper. The voice pauses and takes a breath. “Slower.” 

“Slower..” you whisper back, hearing the voice hum. You still couldn’t see outside, merely darkness and your reflection. You were fucking terrified, but if this was what they wanted, just maybe they’d let you be. 

You try again. Your hands slowly start at the sides of your neck, pretty and dainty fingers cascading down to your clavicle. You push one hand into the hair at the back of your neck, lightly ruffling the strands while the other skims lower to more dangerous territory. 

The heel of your palm skirts down the front of your shirt until your fingers flitter over the hem of your panties. 

It feels stupid what you’re doing, but it makes you feel alive. Your heart has never beat faster. You’ve never turned on a complete stranger, stalker, even. You were in control of the show here. 

You’re not exactly sure what to look at in the window, so you admire the reflection. You hum sweetly as you hook your thumbs into the tops of your panties. You loop them around, from front to back, stopping at the sides and lightly pushing down to show glimpses of your hips. 

The breathing on the other end shuffles. It almost makes you stop. 

“This turn you on?” You ask. “Does this make you have your hand around your cock?” You ask into the phone, smiling lightly as you turn around, lifting up the shirt from covering your ass, giving them a peek-a-boo of you from the back. 

The evil voice echoes a laugh. “How did you know?” 

Being correct makes you all the more turned on. “How could you not?” 

I mean, look at you. You looked gorgeous and confident, silhouetted by the light, awed by a strange man. You can hear them jerking it on the line, murmuring little grunts to try and not get ahead of themselves. The show had just begun. 

With your back turned to the window still, you cross your arms over your threshold, retrieve your shirt, and lift it up and off of you. Your hair cascades and dances around your back and shoulders. You felt bare, cold. Part of you wished they would come inside and warm you up. 

You peer over your shoulder, hearing the approving grunt on speakerphone. You bit on your thumbnail, looking through the glass with big doe eyes. 

“You’re not so innocent, pretty girl. Let me see you.” 

Now, with your body to show, you felt a bit more nervous. Your fingertips twitched, and you felt shaky on your legs. You did as the voice asked, turning to face the window. Your arms are crossed, covering your bare breasts meekly. 

That’s when you see him. A masked man standing a fair distance away out your window. It quickens your pulse and surges you with adrenaline. 

Yet you don’t run. You don’t hide. 

Your eyes flitter down to their hand shuffling up and down the extent of their cock. The sight alone, even in the dark, being able to see his impressive length was enough to make you let out a needy whimper.

“I-I don’t know about this,” you whimper, your head falling a bit shamefully. It’s like your head caught up with your foolish actions. 

“I’m warning you. Put down your fucking arms.” 

You let out a shaky breath and wince at the voice, tears simmering on your waterline. You put yourself in this position, you can’t believe you thought this would work. 

You slowly drop your hands to your sides, exposing your breasts. And how embarrassing they were, taut and at peaks. They were flush with color, begging for attention. You interlocked your fingers behind your back and chewed on your bottom lip, shyly looking down at the floor as you clamped your thighs tightly together. 

“You’re a real beautiful girl,” the voice grunted, flattering you with attention. “Why don’t you let me in.” 

The demand didn’t frighten you like maybe it should have. Frankly, you were turned on to the point where it nearly hurt. You didn’t know who this mystery person was or what their intentions were, but they were getting off to seeing you exposed, scared, and alone. 

“Come on,” the voice continues. You hear shuffling, and when you look up, the masked man outside your window is gone. You move closer and peer outside, but it’s quiet. Empty. 

“Let me take care of you, sweet girl.” 

Breaths fans out hastily from your nostrils, panicked as you looked around slowly from the front entrance to the back. 

The doorbell rings, and it makes you jump nonetheless. 

You bite down on your bottom lip as you retrieve your phone and slowly cross to the door in just your socks and underwear. Your forearm covers your breasts. Your hand rests on the handle, but you have a hard time willing yourself to open it. 

The doorbell rings again, another jump through your bones, but this time, it implores you to swing the door open. And there he was. 

He was tall, you had to crane your neck to look up. Your lips part, doe eyes taking in how close he is, stepping back in shock at his appearance. Broad shoulders cloaked by a black hooded robe. It was tattered, lined with rips and tears at the seams that draped from his arms. He also wore large, black, combat boots. The scariest thing of all was the mask. It was white with black eyes and a sloped open black mouth. 

Whoever was behind the mask was fit. Their toned body could be discovered even behind the robust black robe. He wore black gloves, too. You don’t realize that as you’re taking him in, the protective arm you had concealing your breasts has since lowered. 

“Scary night to be alone, isn’t it?” The voice is still animatronic as the masked man’s head tilts and observes you through the black cloth eye holes. 

You nod your head, its pace quick. 

“Invite me in. Don’t want you to catch a chill.” 

It was disturbing to admit how stupid you felt letting this freakshow stalker into your boyfriend’s home, but in a really weird and taboo way, you found the anonymity of the man attractive. You saw his cock while he stood outside, his large hand stroking over himself at the sight of your body. You figure he must have put the gloves back on once he wanted to come inside. 

As if he could read your mind, the masked man stepped inside with his tall stature looming over yours. He slowly plucked off one of his gloves, and you see his flesh. 

You watch him carefully as he brings his hand to cup your cheek. You flinch at first, but there is truly nothing to be frightened of. He strokes away a dry, panicked tear from earlier. You can’t help but let out a shaky, wavering whimper. He touches you with such delicacy but hides behind a mask that scares you to your core. 

“Just as I thought,” His animatronic voice echoed, his hand dropping to your hair that fell around your face and sweeping it behind your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

Your hair was no longer concealing your breasts. You gasp shakily as his hand carefully caresses your tit, thumb featherlight over your nipple, before he cups and lightly squeezes your juicy flesh. 

You swallow down a lump and cower before him. You’re afraid for when he goes lower what he might find, how your slick is dampening your thighs, and your clit is pulsating for him. You need him. It’s sick, gross, disgusting, but you need him. 

“Please, Mr.,” you trail off, unsure of what to call him. 

“Ghostface.” He aids, and you quickly nod as your lips part. Your worst fear is coming true as his calloused hand and rough fingertips guide themselves further down the soft skin of your stomach and to your panties. 

“Please, Mr. Ghostface, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You can’t help but feel tears welling in your eyes once more. 

The masked man sighs and slowly shakes his head in shame. 

“I don’t think it’s about what I want to do to you. But what you want me to do to you.” He aggressively cups your sex, feeling his fingers squish with the soaked material of your red panties. You whimper and clutch his arm, biting back whimpery moans that you’re so desperate to let out. You were secretly begging to be touched. Your thighs clamp around the man’s hand. 

He deviously chuckles. “This is all for me, sweet girl?” 

The man walks you backward until your back is flushed to the wall. You’re still holding his arm in place between your thighs. His fingers add pressure to your bundle of nerves. You lightly grind your hips down into his fingers and let out an embarrassed little moan. 

“Y-Yes.” Admitting in defeat made your stomach churn. “But I want to hear your voice.” You whisper, unsure if you can even make demands in your position right now. 

Ghostface sighs weakly but plucks something out from under his mask. It looks sort of like a smaller walkie-talkie. It was a voice changer. Your eyes flitter to the eyes of his mask. It was black, empty. Finally, you would hear his true voice, and you prayed it was as sexy as he looked. 

“Is this what you wanted to hear, darlin’?” 

You lightly gasp at the southern drawl, deep and guttural, musk-filled and leaving you in a tailspin. His voice was hot, causing a pool of your white-hot heat to leak once more into your panties. You finally nod to his question and let your hands skim across the man’s front. He was toned, like you imagined, with hardened plains and a toughened, thick torso under his black cloak. 

“You’re comin’ with me.” The voice growls. He leans down and scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you gasp and whimper, feeling him trail you up the stairs. His black combat boots echo loudly through the stairwell. He’s so strong. How he knows the layout of the house scares you and implores you. It’s like he knows you, and you may know him. 

He takes you to the master bedroom, the one you share with your boyfriend. Fuck, your boyfriend. A naughty sin to cheat, a naughty sin to like it. It’s hard to picture him right now with the man above you captivating your full attention. 

Your breasts jiggle when he throws you back onto the mattress. You scramble further up it, putting a safe distance between you and Ghostface. He grips you at your ankles and pulls you to him in an eager yank. A cry escapes your throat, but it’s just because you’re nervous. You saw how big he was in his hand outside, and now, soon, you’d hope he would be inside of you. 

“Please,” you whimper, and Ghostface tilts his head. “I-I..” you trail off and shake your head, embarrassment and shame pumping through your veins. 

“You, what? Spit it out, pretty girl.” The voice says as he slowly takes off the hooded robe. He wears black pants and a black t-shirt under it but keeps the mask on. You like the mask on. 

“I… I need you, Mr. Ghostface, please,” you whimper. Since he pulled you by your ankles back to the edge of the bed, your centers lightly graze one another. You make it a point to grind your hips eagerly into his, smearing the front of his pants with your slick. 

The masked man hums in appreciation. You feel his hardened length concealed by his pants. Whimpers leave your mouth as you sit up and reach forward, unbuttoning the black pants with shaky hands. You unzip him and yank him free of his confines. You nearly freeze at his length, prominent veins lining up and down his cock from his pink tip to his swollen balls. 

“You wanna live tonight, baby girl?” The low southern voice asks. You quickly nod, big, desperate eyes wanting to fill his every carnal need. 

“Then get on your fucking knees, m’gonna fuck your throat.” 

He’s aggressive as he pulls you down onto the floor by your hair. You scream out of instinct, but the heat on your scalp brings needy relief. 

You quickly scramble properly to your knees and shuffle your hand over him. One hand isn’t enough, so you add your second. He’s so large and girthy. Fucking your mouth would hurt so good. You hope you’re a slobbering mess for him once he’s done with you. 

“Did I say your hands?” You frown and slowly stop, shaking your head. “I said your throat, want your fucking throat, you little slut.” 

You whimper and force yourself to put your hands behind your back, your breasts perking out more as you spit over him, watching it glide down his shaft and spill onto your shaking thighs. You lick your lips and wrap your mouth around his sensitive tip. 

The masked man seethes through his teeth. He takes off both gloves and knots his fingers into your hair. You’re intimidated by his size, anyone would be, so you try to relax your throat and let him sink further and further in. 

Your eyes go wide as he rams himself down your throat impatiently. Your hands instinctively fly up to his thighs, smacking at them and clutching desperately, trying to explain with a lack of words that you’re choking on him. You cry out, but his cock muffles you. 

“M’not a patient man, I’m warning you now.” 

You clench your teary eyes closed and sniffle, trying your best to swallow around him and breathe through your nose. Your black mascara tears turns him on, and he twitches in your mouth. 

With a shaky breath, you try again. You have to start slow at first, but you remember how impatient he is. You slick his cock with your spit, trying to work up his shaft inch by inch. 

“Open your mouth up, nice and wide for me.” The sight of his mask makes you twitch, but you do as he says and drop your jaw for him. You even go as far as to stick out your tongue for him. 

“Wow,” he admires, as both of his hands wind up into your hair and carve out sections of your hair to create ponytails in his fists. “Such a good girl f’me.” 

His praise makes you purr, bringing your hands up to your front as you massage over the squishy flesh of your tits. 

You let out a low mewl as he stuffs your mouth again, stuffing your face with his cock. It takes a few moments, but you gradually learn how to accommodate him. He hits the back of your throat repeatedly, and he likes it when you choke around him. You try to see him through your teary eyes, whimpering around his cock. 

The masked man’s grip on your hair tightens as he pulls you into his cock and holds you there, balls flushed to your mouth as they smack against your chin. He groans, long and low, holding you down as his cock suffocates your throat. You swallow around him, tasting drops of precum, whimpering around him as you struggle to breathe. Despite it causing you to choke even more around him, you stick out as much of your tongue as you can and teasingly lick at his balls. 

He sucks in harshly through his teeth and moans, gripping the ponytails even tighter, making your scalp sear in pain. But it was all worth it because he was so goddamn big in your throat. You hoped he would split your pussy. 

With a harsh yank, the masked man rips you from his cock. You instantly cough and gag, trying to swallow around the excessive puddles of saliva grouping in the back of your throat and now dripping out of your mouth. You looked like a disgusting mess.

You plant your hands on the floor and drop your head, looking like a dog as you shakily regain your breathing. You slowly look up, seeing his hardened cock slap up against his toned stomach, dripping with your slobber. 

You meekly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and stand up, your legs shaking beneath you. With as much courage as you can muster, you reach for Ghostface’s hand and slowly pull it to your center as you sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Please,” you beg in a meek whisper, swallowing the messy amount of existing saliva and precum down your throat as you blink through black, mucky, mascara tears. Your eyes flutter as his long, meaty fingers slowly circle around your clit through your panties. It’s jaw-dropping, stomach-fluttering madness. It’s like he knows you like the back of your hand. “Please, fuck me.” You whisper desperately, pulling him slowly towards the direction of the bed. Towards you. 

You don’t feel any more safe with him, but you like the excitement of feeling on the fence. Would he be rough or gentle with you? Call you his sweet girl or his little slut? The edging of unsureness and torrid manipulation has forced white hot heat to pool into your core, and you sure as hell spoiled these red panties enough. 

The masked man drops his gaze to your mound. His hands reach up to the sides of your hips. 

It’s slow and desperate at first, he almost fools you. Ghostface weakly chuckles before he begins to rip the measly material from your lower half. You yelp out as it causes your body to get tugged around. Your panties are now a mess of threads on the floor. You whimper desperately, clamping your thighs closed on instinct despite wanting the opposite. 

Ghostface grabs your ankles and forcibly parts your legs, turning his head slowly as he watches your glistening core. 

“Y-You could have a taste, y’know, if you take off the mask.” You offer, your heart pounding in your chest. You loosely hook your leg around his hip and pull him closer. Ghostface plants his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you as his heavy breath puffs through the mask. 

Ghostface pulls one hand away to his side and shucks something off his belt. You gasp and flinch your eyes closed as a large knife glimmers in the moon’s light. 

“You think I’m going to show you my face, you stupid bitch? Huh?” He taunts you, wielding the knife closer and closer to your throat as you cry out, but clamp your legs tighter around his waist and pull your centers together. You can feel his fat cock sliding up and down your exposed folds. You’re so needy, and it’s repulsive. 

He sickeningly laughs, jutting the tip of his knife against the underside of your chin. It hurts, it stings, and you hope it leaves a mark from him so you can look at it later when you replay this night in your mind. You hope he spares you so you can think endlessly about him. 

“I-I want you to keep the mask on.” You purr nervously, your hand drifting down your stomach towards your exposed mound. 

Ghostface chuckles, low and demonic. “You want me to fuck you with the mask on?”  He asks slowly, trilled with curiosity. 

It fills you with a pit of guilt and shame in your stomach. But you slowly nod. You were willing to risk everything, your boyfriend, your safety, your life, just to ensure this man filled you to the brim like you know he could. 

“Please do. Fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.” You beg. Though you can’t see, you imagine him smirking behind his mask, looking at you with a sense of intrigue and disgust. How could you be so twisted? 

“My pleasure.” He says goadingly, ripping the hold you had on the sheets and yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. You cry out as he forcibly spreads your legs with his body and slaps his cock against your aching center. You’re so sensitive from waiting, you needed to have him this very second. 

A smirk twitched on your lips, but you forced yourself to bite it down, shakily moaning as Ghostface tucks away his knife and wraps his large hand around his cock, lining up his tip to your dripping center. You flinch every time he purposely flicks your anxious bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, your hand clutching his bicep greedily. “Please, need to feel you inside of me.” You whimper. 

Ghostface reaches up and smears his hand down your face, your cheeks smudged with your mucky tears as you whine like a little brat. For your insolence, he strikes you across the face before nastily grabbing you by your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. 

“Bein’ a real fuckin’ brat for a stranger’s dick, such a fucking hungry cock slut, aren’t you?” He degraded you to your very core, soiling his cock in your gushing slick. You were pretty sure that if he even just breathed over your mound, you would come. 

Ghostface enjoys your desperate whimpers for his dick. He’s more than happy to deliver. He angles his tip to your entrance and notches himself inside. Your gasp surges his adrenaline as he parts you egregiously. 

You hook your hands on the underside of your legs, keeping yourself wide and spread for the masked man above you. Inch by inch, you feel your head lose focus, your mind floating as you see stars that consume your vision. 

The moans you give him are heavenly, he thinks he’s never heard a more beautiful thing. He’s a sadist watching you take his cock, knowing it hurts, knowing you’re forcing yourself open for him, knowing how much you’re drunk off it. He just can’t help himself to wait. 

Air is knocked from your lungs when Ghostface decides he’s, again, not a patient man. He fucks the last few inches into you and hard, pushing you to your limits and filling you to the brim. 

Your head is thrown back as you scream in shock, never having been fucked by someone who feels so good. You sob as your walls flutter around him, attempting to accommodate the size in such a short amount of time.

“Yes! Jesus Christ- Fuck!” You moan out, to which Ghostface chuckles lowly. 

“Take me so well,” he’s trying to breathe through being squeezed so tightly by your walls, even he finds it difficult. “Such a pretty girl, just needs to be fucked to keep her- shit - her goddamn mouth shut.” The man growls behind the mask and starts to fuck you at an earth-shattering pace. 

You cry out in shock, gripping Ghostface at his biceps and whimpering at how strong he is. He pulls himself nearly all the way out of you before he flushes his hips right back to you, slapping your ass cheeks with his clothed thighs. That’s when he really begins to rail you. 

You see stars, still adjusting to his size, your slick pooling around him with excitement. You hazily smile, fucked dumb by a stranger, filled to the brim as you stare at the ceiling. Your visions jumps up and down as Ghostface pounds you senselessly. The bedframe rattles and the legs skirt against the hardwood floors. 

Impatient whines from you fill the room as he pulls himself from your pussy, moaning out for him needily. He manhandles you, grabbing your hips forcefully and flipping you over onto your stomach. 

“Ass up, let’s go.” He commands. 

You were still in a funk, head wiped empty of any palpable information. You whimpered as you tried to move but at the pace of a snail. 

His impatient hands grip you tightly at your hips, forcing a broken yelp from your throat as he pulls you up to bend over, shoving your face into the mattress and angling your ass up for him to use. 

“Yes, please use me,” you whimper desperately, reaching your hands back and parting your ass cheeks for him. “Finish inside me, use me as your cum dumpster.” Where was this language coming from?! This wasn’t you, you didn’t sound or look like you. He was turning you into someone new, someone satisfied by his anonymity. You’d never know who was fucking you senseless, and it might drive you mad until you find out, if you ever will, that is. 

Your thoughts are squashed from your mind as a harsh slap followed by a greedy grip is splayed across your ass. A yelp is pulled from your throat, instincts telling you to flinch away and protect yourself. 

“Ah-ah,” the man teases, his angry fingers creating bruises on your hips as he pulls you back to the edge of the bed to be his little sex servant. “Good girls take what they are given, so take it,” Ghostface says as he smacks your other cheek, reddening them both, jiggling the flesh much to his appeal. 

His large palms seared his prints into your ass, gripping your ass and pulling you to his cock. He lines himself up, and you take him again. 

You don’t understand unless it’s happening to you, how it feels like you’re floating in space, fucked numb but also feeling like you’re on pins and needles. It’s indescribable to enjoy being fucked by a stranger, but it’s happening, and it’s happening to you. 

He penetrates you, parting your walls, making himself a home inside you. You squeeze around him, and he moans. It satisfies you so intensely.   

“Beg for me,” he mutters through the mask, grunting with each thrust. He must be close.

“P-Please, keep fucking me so good, please Mr. Ghostface-”

“No!” He strikes your pretty ass again, hard, and your warm flesh singes with heat. You whimper, imagining how red, angry, and large his handprint looks stamped on your ass. 

“Want you to beg... for your life.” His voice had turned as cold as stone, ridged with a sadist tone that left goosebumps bubbling on the surface of your skin. A scared feeling sunk into the pit of your stomach. You swallowed a lump down your throat and shyly peeked around your shoulder to take him in. 

“P-Please… I want to live,” you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as Ghostface slowly picks back up the paces of his thrusts. He’s turned on by this. 

“Oh my- please, I know you d-don’t know me, but I’m good, l-look how good I’m being for you,” you begin to cry as he fucks you harder, your ass clapping aggressively against his thighs and the grip he has on your hips intensifies. 

He loves fucking you until you cry. Such a sadist. 

Ghostface gives a few last gut-twisting thrusts, and his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. He’s so large you can feel him in your tummy. His hand reaches around your hip, and the other stays gripping your ass while he spanks your clit lightly with his fingers. 

“Fuck!” You cry out, beginning to throw your ass back into him, creating your own unique rhythm together. You’re so sensitive, and you’re coming before you can even fully register it. 

“Mr. Ghostface, please,” you whimper. “I-I’m coming so fu-ucking hard,” you mewl for him, your thighs twitching along with your walls that squeeze around him, begging to milk him for his seed. 

Ghostface’s thick and angry cock twitches inside of you, desperate to fill your needy hole with his sperm. He grunts and pants into the mask, filling his own body with a heat that makes him sweat. He pounds himself into you until you’re flattened against the mattress, begging for release, begging to live. 

There’s something about your obedience that he gives into, his cock twitching deep inside the warm comfort of your walls and between your beautiful ass cheeks. He pulls out and pants, handling his cock as he paints your ass white. 

The warm droplets of come make you twitch, but it’s so hot to be painted white by the man who praised you and degraded you all night long. 

You’re a heap of nothing strewn about the mattress. You can’t seem to calm your shaky breath. You lay there limp, unable to move, unable to think. All you can think about is the man behind the mask and how irate and perverted he is. And how much you fell into his trap. 

Shame twisted your guts enough, forcing you to get up and turn around and face your stalker. But when you turned back, he was gone. How long were you not paying attention? 

You quickly retrieved your robe, forcing yourself to walk despite your legs feeling like liquid gelatin. Checking room to room, you survey your boyfriend's home and are left empty-handed. It’s like he was never here. 

From the top of the stairs, you hear the door open and close.

“Honey?” Your heart sinks, hearing your boyfriend kick off his shoes on the mat. 

Rushing down the stairs, you collapse into his arms and cry out of guilt. You tell him everything. Everything besides the show in front of the windows and getting fucked by Ghostface in his own bed. There’s more to leave out than to leave in, but the short story is that you were taunted over the phone by a masked man, scared to death, and begged for your life. 

His first reaction was to call the police, and despite how much you hesitated, you let him. Two nice offers responded to the call. They sat you two down separately and asked you what had happened. You were wrapped in a blanket and your robe, shaking in disappointment. 

It was scary, lying to the cops, withholding all of the truth. Making sure not to overshare any details. You also didn’t want to give away that you liked it. To the bone, you liked it. 

You were hunted like prey tonight, used, fucked hard until you couldn’t breathe. Left in the dark, feeling a little crazy if it even happened in the first place. But you could feel him still inside of you, stretched and still leaking between your thighs. You tugged your robe tighter, smiling weakly at the officer as he closed his notebook. 

“We’ll figure out what we can ma’am. For now, keep everything locked up. I wouldn’t leave the house alone.” You wipe away the mucky mascara on your cheeks and sigh, nodding as you walk with the officer to the door. 

His badge read J. Miller. He was older, stippled with grey hair within his dark curly locks. He had an aquiline nose and plumish-rose lips. His broad chest strikes something somewhat familiar to you. He glances behind you at the officer who is still asking your boyfriend a few questions. 

Officer Miller sighed, looking over the door frame curiously. 

“Said you locked the doors?”

You hesitate but nod compliantly. 

His pointer finger shapes over the lock, then the entry metal hinge. “No forced entry.” He notes, looking at you curiously. 

You evade his eye contact and conceal yourself tighter in your blanket and robe. “I.. I don’t know how he got in.” Your eyes find the floor, planting themselves there as you stare at Officer Miller’s familiar black police boots. 

He hums curiously, looking over you slowly. 

“You’re tellin’ me everythin’ that happen to you tonight?” 

Your doe eyes go wide, your head snapping up to Officer Miller’s. “I-I promise, please, Officer Miller-” 

He holds up a hand to cut you off, and you weakly stand there with your lips parted. Then he starts to nod and slowly smile. “That’s a good girl.” 

It strikes you like a bolt of lightning, fear and curiosity consume you. You hear footsteps behind you, the other officer, and your boyfriend, who collects his arm around your shoulders. 

Officer Miller watches you with a glint of intrigue but nothing more. His eyes shift to your boyfriend’s arm protectively wrapped around you. It makes him twitch up a stomach-twisting smile before he turns to his fellow officer. 

“Got everything you need?” Officer Miller asks, tucking his thumbs into the front of his belt while he observes the other officer’s notepad. The officer nods and places his small notebook and pen in his breast pocket. 

“Got everything we need. You two stay safe.” 

The other officer ducks out first and nods curtly, Officer J. Miller stands there a moment longer. 

“Happy Halloween.” He said with a sickening smile. “Be sure to lock the door behind me.” 

You gulp as you look over Officer Miller meekly before he disappears outside and into the night. Where he belonged.   

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Tw: negative criticism (I need to get this off my chest)

I'm rewatching the whole Toy Story franchise again and today I watched the fourth movie. I remember I cried in the cinema and that it had a bad ending (woody left his toy family behind) but oh boy I don't remember it being that bad

I remember I cried and spent around 1 or 2 hours until I got home (the cinema is 1 hour away from my house and me and my family even went out for dinner) upset and sad because of the ending, but I don't remember it being that bad

Gosh Bo Peep was so different from the og movies. Ok I get that she didn't had much personality back then, but they didn't had to make her so hard to deal with, oh my god. She is mean to Woody and acts like he's stupid almost all the time, and not her, neither all the other characters, thought about his pov not even for a split second??! And in the end they convinced him to leave behind everything he had ever fought for?! And his family?!?! To stay with her???!? Her???1?!?!?1?! I can't stand her character! And I tried to!

All the Toy Story movies talk about how being with a child is the toys purpose, and the fourth movie decided to go against that. You can argue about how emotional attachment is dangerous and etc but we're talking about toys. Toys in this universe WANT to stay with owners/children, they want to belong to a kid, and that mf Bo Peep convinced Woody to leave that behind wtf. Leaving your whole family behind to stay with someone who is MEAN TO YOU and that you haven't seen for 10+ years is so damn wrong. Even if he left the other toys just for the lifestyle of "being free" this goes against everything this franchise ever spoke about!!! Woody didn't needed a new character arc, his character arc was made in the first movie! Jessie did! She's still afraid of boxes, and her PTSD is so bad that I think that could be better explored as a subplot in a movie.

I hate that the other characters didn't even appeared in the movie to give space to new, annoying characters (I'm talking about Gabby and Bo Peep, even though she's not new, she is extremely different and mean now). I remember Forky being annoying but actually he's kinda nice, I mean, of course Disney tried to make him a new "Olaf" to make the movie more popular and that bothers me, but after the scenes with Woody and Forky I learned to like how he was written.

And Gabby, oh god. I hate her too. It's not other's fault that you didn't lived the life you wanted to. You don't need to take from others what you couldn't have, you need to accept that you have flaws and learn to understand that your value is not based on stuff like this. In her case, not based in her voice box, it's based on how much a child would love her/how much she could help a child to develop and grow up. That's the toys role in that franchise. Damn how I hated everything she did in the movie and hated even more the fact that she also convinced Woody to give away his voice box. Woody's signature quote is "there's a snake in my boot". I made a joke while watching the movie saying that "woody would have a heart attack if he didn't annouced he had a snake in his boot at least once" and despite that being funny I mean it, you can't just write a character, make people get attached to stuff that's part of him and take that stuff from him to say that he "matured". No wtf his voice box is his. Woody was literally afraid of it being taken from him at the start of the movie. Fuck Gabby Gabby, you were made 80 years ago and you didn't accepted the fact that you unfortunately came with your voice box broken. Ok, unfortunate! But you shouldn't try to blackmail/force/kidnap people to make them give THEIRS TO YOU! AND WOODY WAS CONVINCED TO DO IT AT THE END! AAATRRRRGGHHRHAHAHAGSGHZBBBDN

YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF FOR WHO YOU ARE!

Honestly I hope the 5th movie will fix everything, I'm praying for it. Make the toys somehow go back to Bonnie, make Bo Peep act more friendlier towards everyone cuz she's simply unbearable and get Woody a new voice box. And never show Gabby again, thanks. Please.

[that-ari-blogger]

Deadly Simplicity (Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief)

The Percy Jackson series is one of those ubiquitous franchises that almost everyone has at least heard of. The books single handedly sparked a growing interest in mythology and history, with a focus on Ancient Greece. But there is more to them than that, suffice to say, you don’t get to be the first google search result for “Uncle Rick” for nothing.

I have never been one for rewatching or rereading stories I like. I have a ton of books on my shelf that I read once and then never came back to, but having this blog inspired me to start re-experiencing things from a critical lens.

I decided to reread the Percy Jackson books and genuinely wasn’t planning on posting about them until a thought struck me. Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is simple by design, and relatable on a level I was not expecting it to be.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD: (Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief)

First up, a confession.

I got into the franchise in the weirdest way possible. The movie that we all try to forget came out when I was too young to understand why it was so awful, and my childish brain got hyped on the cool magic stuff. So, I read the first book, and then the Heroes of Olympus series that began releasing in the same year and I began to understand exactly how wrong I was.

This story would be unusual, if I hadn’t also done the exact same thing with Avatar: The Last Airbender. I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t do it on purpose. At least that one was a few years later, and my first experience of the true series was genuinely Bitter Work, take a guess at how quickly I worked out the difference in quality.

Anyway, Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief feels like a bedtime story, and that’s pretty much what it was. But I would propose that the story also functions as a legend, or a folk tale.

I want to prefix this by saying that I am not a semanticist. The word “legend” has a specific meaning, and my basic knowledge leads me to believe that it fits, but if someone with more understanding argues contrary, they are the authority.

However, I’m not arguing pure definition, I’m arguing more on vibes, which are conveniently more difficult to pin down, and leave me with some wriggle room.

In any case, Percy Jackson is a legend because of how it develops. It’s a simple story told with a purpose, that evolved over time. Like the legends of King Arthur.

The series overall is famous for making writing about heavy subject matter with respect look effortless, but looking at the first in the series, its noticeable how many of the themes that would become central in the later books are absent entirely.

This is a story of empowerment about ADHD and dyslexia, that abruptly gains some family thematic at the very end. It’s got a cool backdrop with magic and a sense of humour, and that’s it. This isn’t trying to be anything more.

Which, for the record, works uncomfortably well. I am not dyslexic, so I can’t speak for that experience, but I was recently diagnosed with ADHD, and with that hindsight, Perseus Jackson came to my house, knocked down my door, and said “I see you.”

In every behaviour, from the inability to focus except in moments when he can’t do anything else, to the struggle with school, to the unrivalled inability to read a room, I have seen in myself a thousand times. But the key here is that these are reframed as empowering with one majour exception that is actually quite funny.

Percy’s ADHD becomes an explicit divine gift that will help save his life time and time again, and his Dyslexia becomes a secret language that only a select few have access to. It doesn’t even ignore the issues of living with the two, it just adds on a few cool magical powers to make them feel special. When you are a kid, or even as an adult, sometimes you need the affirmation.

But I mentioned an exception, and that is the main conflict of the story. The book doesn’t have a main antagonist, and Ares is tagged on at the end as a boss battle. But there is an opponent, the Summer Solstice itself.

Filling the role of villain in a story about a character with ADHD, is the threat of a deadline. And from that perspective, the story about characters getting sidetracked by everything under the sun, before getting their arses into gear the night before becomes half funny, but also empowering. It says, “you can do this, and you will do it your way.”

When I watched the Disney + series, I was originally offput but unable to put my finger on why. But I think it’s the tone. The series feels like it was written from the perspective of an adult looking at the adventure and going “he’s twelve, he’s gonna get killed”, while the first book oscillates between that and “I’m twelve, I’m gonna live forever”.

Case and point, book Percy gets annoyed at his father about twice, and immediately forgives him, while series Percy is well aware of the situation, and reacts to it with that knowledge in mind.

Watch this space for my coverage of Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters for more details on this, because that gets really interesting.

My single biggest bugbear with modern internet discourse is the drawing of similarities between stories as if its some great revelation. Like, congratulations, you’ve discovered tropes, what’s your point?

In this context, the similarities being drawn are between Percy Jackson, Star Wars, and The Galbraith books (Harold Pots and the Spooky Triangle, Harold Pots and the Hole with a Snek in it. You know which books I’m talking about).

I’m not going to argue that there aren’t similarities, but I challenge you to write a story that is made up of entirely new ideas that nobody has ever thought about before.

All stories, for example, feature a young hero and a coming-of-age story. All have a tragic backstory and a wacky mentour. All have an introductory adventure to tie in a hint of worldbuilding, then lead into the greater story for the second act. All feel like they were written to be standalone stories with hints at a future added as an afterthought.

However, the differences between the three are so much more significant. Star Wars is trying to fit into the Hero’s Journey, the definitive writing stereotype, and it did so well at it that anyone trying to compare to the trope now compares with Star Wars.

Harrold Pots and the Life Rock of Live Giving Rockiness is trying to be a Bildungsroman, which is separate from the Hero’s Journey, but does have a fair few similarities. Notably the travel into a symbolic new world of adventure, and the return home as a changed person. But the theming is different, Harrold Pots, for all its many flaws, is a story with a solid theme. With friends, you can accomplish anything.

It also, as a side note, heavily implies the idea that forcing someone to be something they are not (I.e., the protagonist’s relatives trying to convince him that he is not a wizard) is impossible, and I chose to read that as trans affirming because I know Galbraith definitely didn’t mean it that way and I am petty.

To further back up this point, some people in the story aren’t born as witches or wizards (AMAB, assigned muggle at birth), but are accepted regardless. This reading is definitely based on the flimsiest of reasonings possible, but it’s a testament to what can happen when you see patterns in stories that aren’t there or aren’t as significant as the author meant.

Back to Percy Jackson, it baffles me that this gets lumped in with the two aforementioned franchises, because it’s truly awful at sticking to a specific structure. It’s a hero’s journey at parts, and a Bildungsroman by technicality, but it’s its own thing.

Percy learns about the stolen lightning, the title of the story, just before halfway through the book, and then he departs on his quest. I’m genuinely not sure to see the story as five act, four act, or even two act, and I don’t think it matters. That’s part of what I meant about this feeling like a legend, because it has the same meandering structure, it’s a story meant to be told, not marked on a scale.

Which leads me to my point about empowering. This book, by its very structure, backs up the simple theming of the story. You can do it, and you will do it your way.

Final Thoughts

There are so many little details in this book that I could talk about, so I’m going to focus in on two more before I leave.

Dionysus is my boy in the mythology, but in his introduction in this book, he manages to have more teeth than any other god in the series. Sure, Zeus is throwing storms around and being generally big (in a physical sense), but Dionysus comes across as powerful because he shows Percy just what he is capable of. Show don’t tell is a hell of a thing, and the choice to make the threat of “I can drive you insane with barely a thought” by literally getting in Percy’s brain and giving him examples of what Dionysus can do from the perspective of those he’s cursed shows a level of power and raw intimidation factor that nothing in the rest of the series will get close to.

There is one other similarity between this book and Harold Pots and the Oh-My-G-d-Its-Robert-Pattinson, and that is the one thing I dislike about the story. In this book, and only in this book, Riordan has a habit of indicating morality with appearance. Every evil person is ugly, every good person is beautiful. Once you notice it, you can’t unsee it.

But interestingly, this stops in the final few chapters with Luke’s betrayal, which is the series’ main turning point. Well, one of two. And this only works because the book has conditioned you to expect the handsome Luke to be benevolent, so the twist hits hard. It works, but I’m glad Riordan didn’t continue with the trope.

Next time, I will be looking at Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters and exploring just how much this book is the opposite of the one I just covered. So, stick around if that interests you.

[roguephenon]

Hi, I started planning my own KND fic, and started with figuring out the ages and birthdates, and I have to ask. 1. How was it for you the process of coming up with a chronology of a show that doesn't really have a set and consistent timeline? 2. In what year does your fic takes place?

My process and answer is long so have it at under the cut

The first part of my process was deciding if I wanted a set timeline or just to go with what worked for me from fic to fic. Over the years (and after watching the series hundreds of times and taking novels worth of notes and screenshots), I’ve settled on a set timeline that works for me and what I like to do.

(Fun fact: I have 3 different timelines! 1 is the main one I use, and the other two are bit more loose depending on the AU I wrote. In one, the GKND doesn’t exist.)

First, I would decide how religiously you want to try and make sense of the timeline the show tries to give us. There aren’t many, but there are a few events that have specific years that can be pinned down. For example, one is the Great Junior High Rebellion of ‘99 where the recommissioning module was allegedly “damaged beyond repair” (maybe they didn’t try turning it off and back on again?). The next one is 1969 where the KND faked the moon landing so adults wouldn’t discover the Moonbase. They’re small throwaway mentions, but important if you need some dates to anchor to.

Also consider that (probably almost) everything in season 6 that’s not a flashback happens AFTER Op. ZERO due to the shots of the Moonbase being the rebuilt Moonbase Zero.

Now, saying all that, my next piece of advice may be weird, but honestly, I think it’s important: don’t stress too much about it! Details are essential, but getting hung up on them can be a headache and stop the process. As you mentioned, the show doesn’t have a consistent timeline, so trying to make sense of everything will run you up a wall.

Just breathe and pick any year or era you want that makes sense or resonates with you! Wanna set it in 2018 or even in 2024? Go for it!

But why aren't kids/teens seen using smartphones? Maybe there’s super duper strict regulation that keeps anyone under 13 (perhaps even 18 because Father apparently controls the Teen Ninjas) from not having smartphones, and the KND uses 2x4 tech as a way to get around it. There’s already legislation in the works in the US that does this already to ban kids from using social media.

How come sector V are all in the same grade yet are different ages? Again, maybe in this world, there’s some super weird law the adult villains lobbied for that keeps kids in certain grades for extended times. There was literally an episode that ended with a 4th Grade President going to City Hall and coming out and saying, “by the way, school day ends at 8:25pm now. Sucks to suck, also Father is the best.”

Let the show's lack of a consistent timeline be an unexpected strength! Besides one or two cultural nods as the show evolves, there's not too much to date it. For example, they make up corporations and franchises to parody real ones and never give the name of a sitting world leader.

Also, it’s a cartoon, and their world is not bound to the same laws as ours. It’s not real life! Be silly and stretch things if you need to! If trying to take the show and make it more realistic is your goal, then, of course, do that as well! Just for me personally, I try not to get bogged down with “this event or timeline doesn’t exactly match up or happen how it would in real life” because I’m not writing real life: I’m writing Kids Next Door fighting candy monsters or the living avatars of puberty.

I’m getting off-topic. Anyway, the last piece of help I offer is just (if you can) rewatching the show and paying attention to context clues in the background! In season 5, two shots of a gravestone end with 2005. So, with that in mind, we can infer a few things:

1. From wherever you put that episode in timeline, it at least happens during or after the year 2005.

2. The same gravestone appears again in IT, so everything that has happened up to Rachel deciding to call a game of tag, again, happens either during or after the year 2005.

Take that as you will!

For the next part of your question! If you’re talking about Cold Reception SPOILER AHEAD BECAUSE IT WILL NEVER BE DIRECTLY STATED IN THE FIC! ....

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The year Cold Reception takes place is 2011.

Hope this helps! If not, let me know and maybe I can give more specifics! Good luck on your fic! Writing is fun.

[sylwanin-was-right]

Rewatching Avatar 2 and its fucking me up so badly how Jake literally said he had no plan to protect the Omaticaya hiding in the mountains after knowing Spider was captured by Quaritch and the Recoms, and was basically gonna give up to "save" JUST her and the kids....

Like.... how infuriating lol.

Neytiri and her children severed from her people AND her homeland all cuz Jake wouldnt sacrifice JUST himself to protect EVERYONE, including Neytiri and the kids, AND to honor Neytiri's own duty to protect her people and their land as obliged by her faith, her will, her ancestors, her role in the clan, and the wish of her dying father (who's death Jake is partially responsible for)....

The movie is set up to make us feel like what Jake did to protect his family was noble but it was just so selfish to me??? Nothing abt Jake's decision and need to leave the clan to divert the RDA/Recom's attempt to find him in the mountains needed to glue Neyriti, Neteyam, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Kiri to it. Its giving "my wife and kids are my most important assets"; terrible implications given that Neytiri is native-coded, and Jake, despite the permanent avatar body, is still responsible for the gross displacement and death of her clan barely 1 generation removed from the events of the genocide. Jake had a lot to atone for which he did somewhat in A1 by defecting and fighting alongside the Na'vi in the great war. But that atonement was homage and sacrifice to all the Omaticaya people, and by extension, all Na'vi, since he became Toruk Makto and had harbored a duty to protect collective interests of relating clans.

Like, just "wanting to protect your family" would have included everyone in the clan, as the fortress of family is found collectively among the people, who were willing to die fighting for their land and people together. As a warrior, as a legend, as a leader, and even as a father, I'd expect Jake to make the sacrifice of leaving the clan by himself an to honor the passiom of the people to fight until the end for their liberation in war. It would have been rlly hurtful for him to leave and miss out on continuing to lead the clan and raise his family, but responsible and fair, bc he knew the RDA, who returned particularly more powerful and vengeful, mainly wanted his head as the "insurgency leader" and RDA defector, and the Omaticaya were well equipped at that point to defend themselves under Tarsem's and Mo'at's leadership and prior training on RDA tactical warfare (plus Norm, Max, and other humans were still left there to help).

But throughout the movie Jake was portrayed as a force of sensibility among the Na'vi (Neytiri, and among the Metkayina) when they expressed revolutionary suicide and vengence for their fallen, and displacement. And he was seen as justified in risking another clan's stability and safety to let him not only hide from the RDA, but to call so many shots while seeking asylum, including the call to land a metalic helicopter on their land that somehow nobody remembered could be tracked. It seemed that only Jake got to determine if group-sacrifice was noble, necessary, and family-oriented if it directly preserved himself and his interests, particularly the preservation of his role in a nuclear family.

To me, A2 was skid deep on its attempt to portray collectivity, family, and sacrifice. And its was so unpleasant seeing again how Neyriti was practically silent and silenced, only to echo what Jake was thinking when she was the one most affected by the emotional turmoil of the severence from her home, the rest of her family (including the forest), her cultural duties, and her healing.

Truly, I can barely deal w this franchise at this point 😂💀.

[frogsndogs]

So I recently rewatched Scooby Doo Stage Fright and I have some thoughts. 

Now, I really enjoy this movie and consider it one of my absolute favourites! The first phantom? Amazing and weird but in a way that fits. All the contestants? Keeps everyone guessing. The “no dogs” rule that makes it a struggle for Scooby to get into the opera house? Hilarious. (Especially the old man bit)

But I’m not a really big fan of iterations of the franchise where Daphne is obsessed with Fred to the point that it’s her only character trait. And you might say that her love of Fred wasn’t her biggest motivator in the movie, but throughout the movie she makes it clear she only wants to win so that she can work up the courage to tell Fred how she feels. 

But she had one line really stood out to me, that didn’t have to do with her crush on Fred:

“Why do monsters keep showing up wherever we go? Is it something about us?”

There is a lot going on in this line. 

First there’s the sentence itself- what it points out. It is an in-universe acknowledgement that monsters go wherever they do. A couple series have done this, even Shaggy did it in the first part of the movie, saying “When do we go to a place that’s not haunted?” But what makes this different is that it isn’t trying to be meta and it isn’t sarcastic. It’s scared, and vulnerable. This sounds like a teenager who is trapped in this strange cycle with no real end in sight. Who’s not sure if she’s the problem.

In many different iterations of the gang what stands out is that they’re the outsiders. The weirdos. Daphne’s family history especially in some iterations makes it clear that she was pressured to conform to something that her parents wanted, something that society wanted. This seems like a line from someone who thinks that there is something wrong with them. Who hasn’t reached Be Cool Daphne’s comfort level with her weirdness.

So I think that the movie would be better if instead of Daphne having an obsession over Fred, she is worrying over why ghosts keep popping up wherever they go. And there’s a couple points in this movie where this would fit well.

First: All the other contestants. Are considered weird. What if Velma said that “A lemon-scented ghost would fit right in with this crowd” and Daphne lowers her head and says “Yeah” softly. Because she is part of this crowd. Talent Star seemed to have attracted a whole bunch of weird people, whose to say that this isn’t bringing up Daphne’s feelings of being different all over again? Like if you won a contest and all the other people who won were batshit crazy wouldn’t you doubt yourself? Just a little bit? Especially if you were a young girl who’s always been told she’s batshit crazy?

Then when Daphne wakes up at night crying? What if she wakes up crying because everything feels wrong? Because she feels wrong? Teenagehood is a time with lots of change and lots of transitions and lots of doubts. So she wakes up crying because she has a lot of existential questions about her life. 

And then the whole 5 different phantoms thing is obviously not helping. Just when Daphne thinks they’re done and can move on with normal teenager activities another phantom shows up to ruin everything all over again. This further reinforces the cycle that has been plaguing Daphne for who-knows how long at this point.

But then I think that this movie also presents the perfect opportunity for Daphne to realize that being weird isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Take Steve (the first phantom) for example. There is no way to deny that this guy is weird. He grew up in a sewer, has no idea how mirrors work, he is generally strange. But he’s also selfless. He’s ashamed of the hurt he caused in the past (but even then the worst he did was destroy the disco ball - no one actually got physically hurt), he saves Fred by attacking another one of the phantoms, when Brick gets arrested and no one knows what to do he steps up and takes charge. 

I would like to see a convo between the two of them - maybe Steve notices that Daphne’s feeling down about everything and approaches her, asking what’s wrong. Maybe all this pressure that’s been building up throughout the movie finally breaks and she confesses everything that’s been on her mind. And Steve listens. And he understands what it’s like to be weird, and maybe we could get a bit of backstory on him (why there is a random guy living in the sewer will forever haunt my every waking moment) and it could all boil down to yeah, I was weird like you but unlike you I was alone. Because maybe that’s what it takes for Daphne to stop being so caught up in her own weirdness but see every else’s as well. We have Fred who sleeps with a net, Shaggy who can eat a giant pizza like its nothing, Velma who is interested in stuff that isn’t very mainstream like the soap diamond, Scooby who talks.  

And this doesn’t change the fact that they are her best friends, her family. That throughout the movie they have been there for her and supported her and Fred on this wild ride. And same goes for every mystery. And the fact that they’re weird? Makes them stronger in the face of these mysteries. Fred’s net saves Shaggy and Scooby’s lives (that dude was running around with a butcher’s knife - he should def be locked up for attempted murder). Velma’s love of the niche comes in handy when stopping Dewey. Scooby and Shaggy sneaking into the opera house reveals that Dewey is the 4th phantom. 

So maybe this convo really helps Daphne gain confidence to go on stage and sing her heart out. Then they have the whole chase with Dewey and they give up the contest for Emma and all that. And then, the final nail in the coffin that makes Daphne come into her own weirdness. Brick. 

Brick, who is by far the most “normal” person around. Sure, he says “Fantastic” a lot, but that’s not a guy who pulls an egg out instead of a card or a goth band that was a country act up until a few weeks ago, with 3/4 of them being honestly surly and the the other one being so cheerful. Earlier in the film Daphne says that she really admires Brick, and in this version maybe that could mean that maybe in this whirlwind of weirdness she admires how he’s so… normal. But then at the end of the film comes his confession - that he’s surrounded by all these talented people makes him feel suffocated. He feels pathetic. And Daphne then realizes that yeah - all the other contestants were weird, all her friends are weird, but that’s what made them talented. Thats what makes them so amazing. 

In the end, the movie ends with Daphne coming to terms with her weirdness - and maybe starting Be Cool Daphne’s list of everything she wants to do. In the end she comes to terms with the fact that monsters tend to follow them around, but as long as she’s got her weird friends she’s gonna be okay.

[therealcalicali]

So now that Vikings has been added on Netflix, I'm probably gonna rewatch the whole series again just because it's binge watching time of the year. And.. I might regret it because of the finale season did ruin the series for everyone. I'm so still bitter about that.

And I might maybe write a story, if the series might inspire me despite the franchise being over after all these years. I can't make any problems though. But I know it's a bad idea since we're dead fandom now.

So, if you don't mind, could you help me think up a few things for characters? Because I would have so many, not too many, original characters for my own story. I already have love interests for Ivar, and even Hvitserk too. If I'm being honest... I have always had these characters intended for them, but never even written the story after the series ended. But if there is a chance that I'd have love interests for any other brothers, I'm stuck on that? But I have some of my own face claim ideas though. Could you help? Only if you want to. But, just in case.. Some things that I am trying to figure out. Not that you have to help.

I know you have mentioned before people who had naturally red hair were killed because they were just a "rare defect" to Vikings. Something like that. But I remember you said that a long time ago. So if I may end up having a red haired character, who wasn't at all killed, who would you imagine her being in a ship with? I'm still kinda iffy about this character.

And if there is a rare possibility that a Greek person, character, could be somehow added into the series. Who do you think could be shipped with her?

And characters.. There are two potential characters who have European with blonde hair and blue eyes. I know that wasn't uncommon. But still.

Or someone with brown hair and brown eyes.

I know those are vague descriptions. But I'm still so iffy about wanting to write this story or not too.

And I'm not sure if it's in the Vikings era, or modern times. But at the same time.. Some of these people who I have for face claims have warrior costumes, I could imagine them as characters in different eras - if that makes sense? Photoshoots of them wearing warrior costumes like that could work for series like Vikings, Game Of Thrones, fandoms like that too.

Hey sweetie,❤️😘

That's awesome. I'm glad you're considering writing something for the Vikings fandom. First and foremost, I want to clarify something about redheads. You may be attributing the assertion about redheads to me in error or misinterpretation. When it comes to redheads, Vikings actually had many hair colors, including red. Norsemen from the western parts of Scandinavia, like Denmark were quite rife with red hair as it was quite common and even considered a genetic trait specific to Nordic tribes. Here are some references:

"Did Vikings Have Red Hair?" - Scandinavia Facts

"The Norse Origins Of The Red Hair Gene" - The Dockyards

As for genetics/DNA, Norsemen were known for their exploration so they did eventually intermix with other ethnicities in various regions across Europe and beyond. Here are some groups and regions where Nordic genetics are prevalent according to "Mitochondrial DNA variation in the Viking age population of Norway" - Royal Society Publishing:

"Expert argues Vikings carried redhead gene to Scotland" - The Scotsman

Scandinavians: Modern-day people from Norway, Sweden, and Denmark are direct descendants of the Norsemen and carry their genetic heritage.

British and Irish: Due to Viking invasions and settlements, many people in the British Isles have Norse ancestry.

Icelanders: Iceland has a population with a high percentage of Norse ancestry, as it was settled by Norsemen in the 9th century.

Faroe Islanders: The Faroe Islands were also settled by Norsemen, and the population there carries Norse genetic heritage.

Greenlanders: Norsemen settled in Greenland in the 10th century, and their genetic legacy can still be found in the population today.

North Americans: Some Native American tribes, particularly in the Great Lakes region, have genetic links to Norsemen due to Viking expeditions to North America.

As for intermarriage it was rare, as with every other type of peoples on the planet in order to keep culture, wealth, homogeny and land within the control of one's own people. But when Norsemen did intermarry/produce offspring it was with these peoples:

Anglo-Saxons: In the British Isles, Vikings intermarried with the local Anglo-Saxon population.

Slavs: In Eastern Europe, there were interactions and intermarriages with Slavic peoples.

Celtic Tribes: In regions like Ireland and Scotland, Vikings intermarried with Celtic tribes.

Finno-Ugric Tribes: In the northern regions, there were intermarriages with Finno-Ugric tribes (Finns: The largest Finno-Ugric group, primarily residing in Finland. Estonians: Inhabitants of Estonia, another significant Finno-Ugric group. Hungarians (Magyars): The people of Hungary, who also speak a Finno-Ugric language. Sami: Indigenous people of northern Scandinavia, known for their traditional reindeer herding. Mari: An ethnic group in Russia, primarily residing in the Republic of Mari El. Udmurts: Inhabitants of the Udmurt Republic in Russia. Komi: Found in the Komi Republic in Russia. Mordvins: An ethnic group in Russia, primarily in the Republic of Mordovia. Khanty and Mansi: Indigenous peoples of the Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug in Russi)

Native American Tribes: Inuit: Norse explorers, such as those led by Leif Erikson, are thought to have encountered the Inuit people in what is now Canada. Beothuk: Norse settlers may have interacted with the Beothuk people in Newfoundland. Winnipeg: Norse explorers might have had contact with various indigenous groups in the region around the Great Lakes.

As for female beauty standards, the most desirable was blonde hair (had to be long regardless of color), blue eyes, and pale skin were considered desirable traits in Viking society. The same standards existed for men, with such traits being health, strength, and attractiveness. The male Vikings of course were also expected to be tall and muscular, reflecting their physically demanding lifestyle. "What did the Vikings look like?" - National Museum of Denmark

Alright, now that I've gone on a tangent, here are suggestions for your characters:😂

"European with blonde hair and blue eyes. I know that wasn't uncommon."

Eirlys Torsdottir: She is 17-year-old, a striking young woman with long, golden blonde hair that flows down her back in soft, cascading waves, reminiscent of the sun's rays. Her piercing blue eyes shine with intelligence and determination, framed by dark, thick lashes that enhance her captivating gaze. Her fair skin is flawless, with a natural rosy tint that highlights her delicate, high cheekbones and perfectly sculpted features. Eirlys's face possesses an ethereal, almost divine quality, with a gracefully arched brow and full, rose-tinted lips that add to her otherworldly beauty. She carries herself with the poise and elegance of a goddess, her every movement exuding grace and strength. Family Background: Eirlys is the daughter of Tor "Red," a powerful and feared Jarl from a Viking settlement with strained relations with Kattegat. Known for his berserker skills that leave him drenched in blood, Tor is a fearsome warrior whose reputation precedes him. He is a handsome man, more fetching than his wife, but has no time for frivolous conversations or flirtations. As a hands-on father, Tor keeps Eirlys and her twin brother, Aksel, close, along with their eldest brother, Brynjar, who is 19. She is fiercely protective of her brothers and is willing to do anything to keep them safe, even if it means killing by sword or poison. Eirlys' family is not only handsome but also well-respected and feared, with even Tor's two older brothers being equally fearsome and accomplished. Social Dynamics: Eirlys's father, Tor "Red," often brings his children to political talks in Kattegat, wanting them to witness and learn from the dealings firsthand. Despite their strained relations with the Ragnarssons, Eirlys's family is well-respected and feared due to their wealth and influence. Eirlys, in particular, is underestimated by the Ragnarssons, who view her as merely a beautiful treasure. Tor uses this to his advantage, conspiring with Eirlys to use her beauty to gain valuable information from the boastful Ragnarssons. Skills and Interests: Eirlys is well-trained in weaponry, a skill honed by her father to ensure she can defend herself when necessary. In addition, her mother has secretly taught her the art of poisoning, making Eirlys a capable and deadly force in her own right. She also possesses a deep intelligence and an acute awareness of the political landscape, making her a formidable player in the game of power. Ambitions: Eirlys dreams of earning her place in her father's legacy, using her skills and intelligence to rise to power. She aspires to become a master of both combat and political intrigue, combining the warrior spirit of her father with the cunning of her mother. Though the Ragnarssons may underestimate her, Eirlys has many surprises in store for them, especially Bjorn, who believes he can easily win her hand in marriage.

"Or someone with brown hair and brown eyes."

Ingrid Skjoldsdottir: She is a 17-year-old, a striking young woman with long, flowing brunette hair that catches the light in rich chestnut hues. Her light brown eyes are warm and expressive, often giving away more than she intends. She has thick, almost unruly brows that are always furrowed and expressive, adding to her intense and captivating gaze. Ingrid has cherubic features, with soft, delicate dimpled cheeks and a dimpled chin that adds a touch of youthful charm to her face. Her fair skin is smooth and unblemished, a testament to her well-cared-for upbringing in the comfortable longhouse of her uncle. Her oval-shaped face exudes grace and poise, hinting at a deep intellect and strength beneath her delicate exterior. Background: Ingrid was orphaned at a young age when her parents succumbed to an unknown illness brought back from a Viking raid. Since then, she has been raised by her uncle, Eirik, a seasoned Viking raider who lost his wife in childbirth. Despite the hardships, Eirik has ensured that Ingrid is well taken care of, providing her with a comfortable and well-furnished home. Ingrid has grown up in the bustling town of Kattegat, where she has become highly observant of the goings-on, thanks to her uncle's stories and her own keen senses. Personality: Ingrid is fiery and opinionated, yet never rude. She speaks her mind with a sharp wit but always maintains a respectful demeanor. Her keen observance makes her a valuable confidante, and she often knows more about the inner workings of Kattegat than most. Though she dreams of a good match, she has little patience for suitors like Ivar the Boneless, whom she views as a belligerent manchild despite his status as a prince. Skills and Interests: Raised in a household of warriors, Ingrid is no stranger to the ways of the Vikings. She is proficient in the use of weapons, having been trained by her uncle, but she also has a delicate touch inherited from her mother. She enjoys making clothing, a skill passed down from her late mother, and often crafts beautiful pieces that attract the attention of Kattegat's elite. Additionally, Ingrid has a secret: since the age of twelve, she has had visions. She keeps these to herself, only sharing her warnings with those directly affected to prevent disasters and death. Ambitions: Ingrid hopes to find a suitable match that aligns with her values and aspirations. She seeks a partner who respects her intellect and independence, someone who can appreciate both her fiery spirit and her delicate craftsmanship. Though she is content in Kattegat, she harbors dreams of exploring the wider world, guided by the visions that have shaped her understanding of fate.

"A red-haired character.":

Sigrun Thorsdottir: She is an 18-year-old, 5'6" young woman with a sturdy yet graceful build. Her fiery red hair, inherited from her father's side, cascades in thick, wild waves down to her waist. She often wears it in intricate braids adorned with small, handcrafted beads that her mother made. Her striking blue eyes are framed by long, dark lashes, and her fair skin is dotted with faint freckles, giving her a fresh, youthful appearance. Sigrun's strong jawline and high cheekbones reflect her father's rugged lineage, while her delicate features and graceful demeanor echo her mother's refined artistry. She has caught the eye of several Ragnarssons, especially Hvitserk and Ubbe. Though they are princes, she tries to avoid them due to their reputations of ruining the reputations of maidens and thralls who work for their family. She is immensely well-trained but crafty enough to navigate certain circles cleverly. Despite their interest, Sigrun remains cautious and selective about whom she interacts with, particularly avoiding the Ragnarssons and their troublesome reputations. Family Background: Sigrun is the daughter of Thorvald, a master blacksmith renowned for his exceptional skill in crafting axes and other weaponry. Her father’s forge is a bustling hub of activity, frequented by warriors and traders seeking his superior craftsmanship. Her mother, Astrid, is equally celebrated for her exquisite jewelry, coveted by wealthy Vikings and Jarls for their opulence and beauty. Sigrun has three brothers: an older brother, Njall, 21, who is following in their father's footsteps as a blacksmith; and two younger brothers, Baldr and Rurik, who are 12 and 10 years old, respectively. Growing up in such an environment, Sigrun has inherited a mix of strength and elegance, adept with both a sword and a jeweler’s delicate tools. Her family is well-respected and intermingles with the more prominent types in Kattegat due to their wealth and trades. Personality: Sigrun possesses a spirited and independent nature, unafraid to speak her mind and stand her ground. She is fiercely loyal to her family and friends, often putting their needs before her own. Her keen intellect and quick wit make her a respected voice in her community. Despite her tough exterior, Sigrun has a gentle heart and a deep appreciation for beauty and craftsmanship, a trait she shares with her mother.

Skills and Interests: From a young age, Sigrun has been trained in both the art of blacksmithing and jewelry making. She can forge a weapon as skillfully as she can design a necklace. Her proficiency with weapons is matched by her talent in creating intricate designs, blending strength and beauty. She also has a deep connection to nature, often spending her free time exploring the forests and mountains around her home, finding inspiration in the world around her. Ambitions: Sigrun dreams of becoming a master craftswoman in her own right, combining the skills of her parents to create items of unmatched beauty and utility. She aspires to travel beyond her homeland of Kattegat, showcasing her work and learning new techniques from other cultures.

[anonzentimes]

when i played danganronpa i got so fucking fixated on it that i was spending entire nights awake playing the game cause i just couldn't stay away from it which resulted in being too tired to understand what was going on sometimes and people like you who are insane about the franchise are the reason i can make sense of a lot of stuff that i wasnt able to get due to playing at 7 in the fucking morning after going to bed the night pror at 5am (i plan on re playing the games at a normal persons pace sometime later lmao)

OH MY GOD!!!!!!! KIND OF SAME? Okay. well not exactly the same. For Danganronpa 1 I watched GameGrumps play when the episodes were coming out so it was a good pace. Skip to Danganronpa 2? I watched it all in 5 days with barely any breaks. I genuinely had a headache when Chapter 6 happened and it took a really long time to process everything that happened in the chapter. Honestly same thing with v3 I also got a headache playing that game haha! But most prominently I barely understood the entire Izuru concept for a while LOLL!!! 3 years later I'm a lot better at articulation, understand it all perfectly, and am able to combine those to make mini essays as an outlet for my passion about the franchise. I totally relate and honestly I can't even remember how I got to the point of knowing everything so perfectly anymore, I just love it so much and am just here. Like people talk about the comical fact of once you enter you can never leave, but people don't mention when it's so bad you can't remember how you truly got to this point 😭!!!

And the funniest thing is I haven't actually fully rewatched Danganronpa 2 or Danganronpa 1 before. I've always seen little scenes again and analyzed things to death but i haven't fully seen them again. Danganronpa 1 I think my memory is slightly fading so I should rewatch/replay it but I remember all major events and characters, Danganronpa 2 I want to play myself and mostly remember everything because well duh, and Danganronpa v3 I actually got to play and replayed half of it when I was sick at some point because I just felt like it Lol. I've wanted to actually play Danganronpa 2 myself for like 3 years but haven't gotten around to getting it BUT A MUTUAL GIFTED IT TO ME ON STEAM FOR MY BIRTHDAY JUST A FEW DAYS AGO????????????? SO I'M GOING TO GET TO PLAY IT MYSELF AFTER SO LONG??????? (I'm trying to get my Splatoon 3 catalog finished before I start playing though haha) I am genuinely so excited about it you have NO CLUE AGHRHRHDHSJ

Anyways, personal rambles and relating aside I'm really happy I can help you understand things about the franchise! I know I certainly wished and sometimes even now wish people could just articulate things for me when I'm struggling so I can understand things better about media I like Lol. It's an honor to assist people understanding one of my main special interests :)

[mineral-vulture]

I wanted to make a text post saying thank you to those who have liked my yugioh fanart.

The thing is as a kid my only exposure to yugioh was the 4kids dub of Duel monsters and GX...oh and the yugioh abridged series. My older brother played the card game and eventually I read the shadow games manga out of curiosity. but I never really got into the series until I met @siromany who talked a LOT about the series and started showing Cy and I the Japanese sub of GX (we are still watching it, beginning season 4). From there I watched shadow games/season 0, the first season of Vrains (rewatching Vrains again with siro and @kokorogensou so then I HAVE to watch the remaining second season and third because I was not having fun but hopefully having two other people with me will help. We watched DR3 and suffered so I think now I can complete it), watching all of 5Ds (as a palette cleanser from Vrains), Watching Go rush, pausing Go Rush to watch all of Sevens, going back to Go Rush, watching Arc-5 (on pause for now), watching Zexal, and now watching Duel Monsters. Oh and playing Duel Links. I am basically deep into yugioh and now I GET the whole franchise and the appeal of it all. Like I don't draw fanart much since I most doing oc stuff but drawing fanart of stuff I like has been a lot of fun.

[paperstorm]

The recent anon about fandom recovery after controversy made me want to ask something I’ve never been brave enough to but feel like you’ll give me an honest answer even if you don’t agree you’ll be respectful. Is it ok to like (love) Harry Potter? I know JK Rowling is problematic these days but those books, the films, the world she created meant (still mean) a lot to me but people say I shouldn’t be giving her money by buying merchandise and I shouldn’t like Harry Potter because she’s a terrible person etc. What do you think?

As for the Tarlos/Lonestar fandom I hope it will be ok. The majority of people I saw seem to be able to separate actors and characters so there is still a lot of TK love out there. As long as it doesn’t affect the acting and chemistry, and thus the characters we love then I think we’ll be ok. I don’t think it will (people have speculated they hate each other for years, or they’d lose the chemistry after Ronen got married and none of that has come to pass) so fingers crossed.

PS it would help if they went back soon. Has anyone been able to find out when they’ll start filming. I got hopeful when Ronen posted about getting in shape for S5 but that’s disappeared so I don’t know if they are still months away from going back. Natacha seems to be in the UK.

I am not any kind of authority on whether it's 'okay' to like anything honestly, I have my opinions but that doesn't mean I get to tell other people what they're allowed to like. Personally, as someone who grew up with Harry Potter and loved it to pieces and still has so much fondness for the story and the characters, I think that what matters in a boycott is not giving new money to the thing. The BDS movement as an example is very clear about like, if you already own an HP laptop (which I do), it doesn't make any sense to throw it out and buy a new one made by a different company. You already have it, you can't un-spend money on it. I think the principle holds for something like the Harry Potter franchise. I own the books, I own DVDs of all 8 movies. I have owned them for years, rereading them or rewatching them is not giving Joanne anything that she doesn't already have. That's very different from purchasing the new video games, and that, for me, is where I draw the line. I see no problem in continuing to love something that you already loved, my boundary is giving new money to it.

I do think it's important also to be able to recognize problematic content within media that you love. Again, I'm nobody's mother, I have no right to demand that everybody do this. But an important step that I take in my media consumption is looking with a critical eye at the things I'm consuming and recognizing where there are elements that are problematic that I need to be able to identify so that I don't let harmful ideas creep into my brain and make themselves at home without realizing it. Her portrayal of the goblins is incredibly antisemitic. Other problematic things exist like naming the Chinese character Cho Chang and having a 'race' of slaves that only one character seems to have an issue with. Harry Potter isn't the first medium to feature harmful tropes and it isn't the last either, and part of being an ethical consumer of any show/movie/book is putting in even a bit of work recognizing that and understanding that nobody is immune to propaganda. I still love Lone Star even though there is an element of copaganda to it. It doesn't mean you have to only consume content that is ethically pure - because that doesn't exist. It just means being willing to put in some work recognizing the harmful parts.

[fishgirl514]

ok. just finished season 3 now im going to ramble:

i was not a huge fan of the fact that the entire season was one really long fight scene in the same location? it got a little boring lol

also a lot of the things that happened just kind of …happened. not a lot of explanation or justification or setting up for logical conclusions.

also i know this iteration of sonic is definitely not the same as other versions of his personality but his unyielding determination to redeem nine when he was literally tearing the universe apart was very odd. like.. sonic wouldn’t do that. he’s never been a guy who’s determined to redeem villains and make friends.

the threat posed by the robots was really inconsistent, esp the big one? ALSO WHEN THE 2 TAILS FUCKING DIED AND EVERYONE JUST MOVED ON ??????? WHAT LMAO.. i know they were alive in the end but still😭

sonic’s whole “my friends!!!!!!!!!!!” thing was so undefined and all over the place. like does he want to save his friends or just nine? because he was being such a pushover with him.

honestly a lot of things were all over the place. dread was moping and refusing to fight and then next scene he’s normal? what does tails even want..? him becoming a power hungry supervillain wasn’t really narratively justified.

for the first 2 seasons there was a bunch of character arcs set up. shadow learns to trust sonic, sonic learns to cooperate with his friends, and he grapples with the concept of having to destroy the new worlds he created to bring back an old one. yeah it’s a complex topic… but if ur going to set up a crazy moral dilemma you have to solve it! instead we got some stupid voltron steven universe bullshit LOL

what happened to the void? and the chaos emerald? WHERE WAS SHADOW IN THE END??? i wanted to know if he lost his memory of everything or not!!!

ghhhhhhhhhh…….. in the end, i still really enjoyed this show. the animation was FANTASTIC and i loved the voice acting and designs and the *concept* the started with. im happy to see that it wasn’t abandoned and im happy that sonic got a netflix series. hopefully this will mean good things for the franchise moving forward but dear GOD they have got to get more subtle with sonic’s character. he’s such a mope it’s making me want to go rewatch sonic x to see him being normal again. this seems really negative and complainy because there was a LOT to discuss but honestly this show still means a lot to me and it helped me through a really dark moment and overall i still think it’s pretty good.

im absolutely going to talk about what i would have done to wrap up all the character arcs in a sort of rewrite thing in another post as soon as i finish thinking it through bc my mind is buzzing.

FUCK ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY THE SONADOW WAS PEAK IM SAD THEY DIDNT GET A CLOSING MOMENT BUT SHADOW CARRYING SONIC BACK WAS MY EVERYTHING AND THE HUG MOMENT WHERE SHADOW DIDNT PUSH OFF LIKE HE DID BEFORE WAS ADORABLE

[whisplion]

After a full day to process the new episodes and just finished rewatching the last three episodes I have collected my overall thoughts.

Before I began I just want to say that despite my small critiques and wishes I did very much enjoy this finale.

I think my biggest issue with this new batch of episodes was the episode 19. The second hand embarrassed I felt from Jawbreaker was a lot to say the least. I enjoy his character was looking forward to seeing him get his alt mode. I like that Elita and Hashtag were also involved in this episode it makes sense as they all were involved in JB deciding to wait for his alt mode. JB’s behavior is very reminiscent of a child which makes sense but it overdone in a sense like his personality changed and I didn’t really like it that much. I’ve seen some people point out that his dinosaur design is a bit weird mostly that it doesn’t have a beak.

It basically takes away from the overall design of the dinosaur as a whole. Now as for how he got his alt mode. That felt way too brushed over like it is something they could have talked about more. Though I’m sure in s2 we we will explore it more. I thought Grimlock was great in here and I love that his nor any of the trauma anyone has experienced is brushed aside.

Episode 20 was not bad I do love the lore dumping as it’s something I highly enjoy in any franchise. Just Optimus opening his chassis and having the Matrix was *chef’s kiss*

Also that line from Dot got me so emotional.

Episode 21 was fantastic I’ve been waiting to get a proper introduction of Starscream! I’m not that familiar with g1 or any of the other installments (yet) so I don’t much about his and Megs history. I can appreciate them addressing the fact that Megs was awful and is still obviously working on doing better. Millions of years of behavior can’t just be changed in short periods of time. I think Hashtag is the perfect mold in this situation and I feel with her involved in further in trying to help Starscream and Megs to have a good long talk of some kind.

I also thought that the Dweller would may be involved in the finale guess not 😅

Episode 22 while good I think would have fit better maybe earlier in the season. The kids having tools to have fight is awesome really! I also think that Robby having a shield and Mo having a sword is very befitting especially with the opposite roles that Twitch and Thrash have as fighter and protector.

Episode 23 I was happy to see Bee back and up my bby 🥺 I have to talk about that meeting with him and Optimus! I said this to someone else but I feel like him and Optimus have a bit of strained relationship after being apart for so many years. It’s shown throughout the season how they do small talk and it is awkward sometimes. In this instance Bee is mostly just a soldier not the apprentice and young scout anymore. Maybe this will be touched upon in s2? (Hopefully)

His relationship with the terrans is so sweet I adore it and them wanting to help their teacher. Scholder being a Bumblebee fan is so funny to me but I totally understand. Also Optimus standing by Megs in these past few episodes is perfect!

Episode 24-26 were amazing to say the least I feel like it got stalled in a few spots but otherwise a rollercoaster of emotions. I honestly wasn’t expecting to see with Shockwave again but it was good. Mandroid he’s really good for a villain I’ll say though I honestly thought Croft would be the overall antagonist. Them killing her off felt so underwhelming she could have been a really great overall series baddie along with Mandroid though he’s still around.

Twitch coming into her own as a leader was beautifully done this entire season but in this last installment she really stepped up

I was so happy to see Breakdown back! Though I was hoping that arm of his we saw was actually him missing an arm. Would have made for good representation as a character with disability and angst. I do love that the Decepticons didn’t admittedly join the Terrans if makes sense. They’ve been treated like fugitives and hunted like animals.

The climax was a lot of fun with everyone calling together one more time and fighting the Autobots. Just the whole Optimus running into Bee was hilarious also OP confirmed metal head is so funny lol.

Thrash protecting Twitch was really good also and

her busted optic 🥺 I think it would have been interesting if some of them had kept some damage done to them though.

I know some feel that the ending felt underused but honestly if felt right for the first season’s ending. GHOST is over and the Decepticons stuck around to help. It feels like a new clean slate so going forward the more heavy stuff can come to the surface. As many things feel uncertain for the future but for the time being everything is come.

[dexter-erotoph]

compiling random dexter and patty headcanons/shenanigans because i love them

-dexter breaks out of the morgue one night to which john and jack freak the fuck out and they make Evernote put the town into a lockdown but when they talk to patty about it in the morning she’s just like “oh yea he came over last night and we rewatched the entire despicable me franchise together all night. it was awesome lol” and when they go back to the morgue dexter is there again

-dexter is like clearly dizzy and having his throat closing and flinching at everything and patty just looks at him and says, in the most neutral tone humanly possible, “you seem to be on the verge of a panic attack” (she cares about him a lot shes just so blunt it’s funny sometimes, like this time, where after she says this dex just laughs at how deadpan that was)

-they are the two biggest easter fans in town. this is part of a projection headcanon i have that dexter loves easter because i do and this is one of the only things i will angrily defend and take no shit for. anyways they paint eggs together sometimes and one time dexter hid a chocolate bunny in one of pattys cabinets as a surprise :o)

-sometimes dexter tries to make jokes like joe mama on patty and even if she knows them (she does) she goes along with it because it amuses dexter so much every single time

-it took patty a while to like actually be comfortable with being really close friends with dexter because she wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact that they met as doctor and patient but at the same time it really wasn’t hard for her to warm up to him at all. dex never found it weird lol he’s just happy someone likes him :o))

-much to her initial denying of this ever happening, sometimes patty lets dexter help with doing incisions on patients. she’s mostly reluctant because she knows how he gets around sharp objects and it would be soooo annoying if he were to just cut someone up. like soooo inconvenient ugh

-their personalities balance out perfectly, dexter makes patty feel less like being quiet and more like sticking up for herself and doing things for herself and she aspires to have some of the carefree qualities he has, and patty is just the perfect amount of control and discipline dexter has always needed (and wanted)

-patty is the first person to treat dexter like a person in years. gonna be leaving you with that

[calx77]

OKAY, I make my return to tumblr and if you cannot tell by my reblogs I have recently rewatched Atla, watched Lok, and read the Kyoshi novels. And I. Am. Insane. I love this franchise so much and there is a frick ton of stuff I will ramble about tomorrow or something but TONIGHT. 

Korra. (Spoilers Ahead ) 

Easily one of my favorite Avatars, I like her more than Aang and as much as Kyoshi. Don’t get me wrong ! Aang is an amazing Avatar and super cool character, but Korra is just so GOOD.

I know a lot of people dislike her because of her attitude in the early season and because of her losing connection to her past selves. And I totally get it she annoyed the fuck out of me in the first two seasons because she was brash and loud and maybe a little too invested in dating Mako. But at the same time I couldn’t help but adore her, she was so very human. She made mistakes, she acted like a hot headed 17 year old (which she was !) and that made her so appealing to me. Its also what made her character arc so amazing.

Her arc is super similar to Zuko’s (minus the redemption) she goes from a loud, rambunctious, kind of irritating teenager to someone who was very wise. She learnt from her mistakes and grew past her trauma, and in doing so she became an amazing Avatar. With her newfound and very impressive spiritual connection and trying to choose peace over fighting Kuvira ( which isn’t something her younger self would have done ), season four just really shows how much growth she has had as a person.  Which would not have been so incredible if she hadn’t been so childish and dislikable at first. ( not too dislikable though she always had her charm )

On another note, her restarting the Avatar cycle is a terrible thing. Not her fault of course, she couldn’t do anything to prepare for a powerful spirit like Vaatu. But it makes me sad that she will never be able to connect and talk with her past selves. She is completely and utterly alone. As terrible and sad as this is though, I think it helps her grow as an Avatar, she is forced to do things on her own, unable to seek advice from Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, anyone. She is forced to carve her own path as the Avatar with no guidance. But she does it ! She becomes amazing and she brings the Air nomads back. The physical and spirit worlds are joined together again for the first time in a thousand years. She started a new era without the counsel of her past selves and I think it has turned out amazing. Now I wish there was some way for her to reconnect, for her sake and because I want Aang to see that his people are back. But sadly I don’t think that can ever happen. Even if it can’t, I like to believe that the past incarnations of the Avatar are still watching over her somehow.

My thoughts are super frazzled now and I hope thats all legible but my main point is Korra is super cool and doesn’t deserve all the hate she gets just because she isn’t Aang or Kyoshi or Yangchen 

[melis-writes]

Hi! I was checking out some excerpts of Puzo’s novel, The Sicilian, and I honestly wish the plot was somehow incorporated into the original Godfather story since imo it provides a more interesting and concrete reason for Michael’s descent into darkness:

Once Michael returns home, Vito says to him, “‘Do you want to be a hero like Guiliano, a legend? And dead? I love him as the son of my dear friends, but I do not envy him his fame. You are alive and he is dead. Always remember that and live your life not to be a hero but to remain alive. With time, heroes seem a little foolish.’”

And then this is how it ends: “It was the first lesson Michael received from his father and the one he learned best. It was to color his future life, persuade him to make terrible decisions he could never have dreamed of making before. It changed his perception of honor and his awe of heroism. It helped him to survive, but it made him unhappy. For despite the fact that his father did not envy Giuliano, Michael did.”

I think if Puzo would’ve included this plot/scene in The Godfather novel somehow, and therefore it would’ve been adapted into the movie (I’m aware The Sicilian has its own film adaptation, but I mean one featuring Michael), there would be less discourse regarding why and when Michael became worse as a person. It speaks much more to the complexity of Michael as a character, such as how he desired to be a hero but ultimately outside of the war, never really was, and kept himself alive as per his father’s wishes, despite the misery it caused him. It also highlights Vito’s complexity as well- while he loves Michael and wants what’s best for him, he’s prone to teaching toxic lessons and has a hard time being able to let his son go. Finally, again this would be a clearer reason for the acceleration of Michael’s corruption arc, and probably a lot less people would be inanely trying to claim that Apollonia (of all people) getting killed made Michael evil out of nowhere like some cringey surface level fanfic lmao.

Anyway, I know this ask is super long, but I just wanted to point this out since I value your opinions on the franchise and I’m curious what you think! Also Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate it!

"Cringey surface level fanfic" dead. Absolutely dead on. 😂😂😂 I could go on and on with all the reasons why I agree with you on ALL OF THAT. YES to ALL of it!

Michael is a seriously deep and complex character. He confused me a lot at first, which is why I kept re-watching scenes in the films he was in and analyzing them before I got to writing Moth to Flame. 😅 He's a difficult character and there's so much of his personality stemming off here and there, influenced and impacted by everything from his father, to his own beliefs/destiny like you said, his family's criminal ties and Michael's initial lack of wanting anything to do with it, that line between Italian and American, and so forth. But I honestly love that about Michael. ❤

I always find myself discovering something new about his life/personality when I rewatch the film or read the book, so I really agree with you in that just adding more about Michael's decision to go to war and what happened to him during the war would have been fantastic additions.

The cringeness of giving Apollonia full credit for Michael's cruelty and coldness is because we never get enough detail of Michael beforehand. 💀 It's all "Michael went to Dartmouth, and during his studies he enlisted in the Marines" but there's just so much that happened there and changed Michael. He wasn't the same man when he came back home and only Kay and Vito knew that.

The original Godfather book by Mario Puzo mentioned I believe somewhere in the beginning (perhaps when Vito slapped Johnny Fontane) as to how Vito's children would react if he ridiculed/slapped them. The book said something along the lines of that if Vito did that to Michael, Michael would remain silent without much of a reaction, but then he would leave home and not be heard from for days and grow very cold as a result. What I learned from that is that Michael was always the black sheep of the family, without the war and university involved. Michael always had it in him to be cold, cruel and cunning. He simply had no opportunity or need to be until his family and father were in danger from enemies and rivals.

A random teenager he met in the countryside of Sicily one day, knew for like 2-3 weeks (in the book it mentions, I believe) and then married due to being horny and finding her attractive did not awaken some sort of monstrosity in Michael lmfao. Michael's always been a monster, he simply didn't show it before or feel the need to.

Thank you sooo much for sharing your anaysis on Michael and his military history!! 👉🏻👈🏻 I can't explain how much I love getting deep about my favourite blorbo in the whole world. 💕 He truly is a hell of a character, definitely one of a kind. I agree with you on everything you said! 😂🙏🏻