#this is not true [looks at Nisha] /silly

[voided-selfships]

Taps mic. Has anyone considered that I'm Handsome Jack's one and only ever? Let's go gay people

[lustrumlane]

the scoop on alice glynn | maya, trial reaction

Maya Castaneda has been in this business long enough to know that everyone is always hiding something. Be it small or large, the act of secrecy is simply in human nature. She knows it's true; she learned that the hard way. Watching Ephemerael -- or, no. It's Alice, now. It's always been Alice. -- remove her wig and shed her outer skin before her peers, the reporter wonders, deep down, if she really has any pity for her. Just like everyone else in this room, even that robot, she was human. She had always been human, and she had always kept a secret.

Maya does not look away when the guillotine drops to the floor. The cover of her notebook shuts in time with the sound of her head making a thud into the box. The answer is no. She holds no pity for someone who was never as special as she claimed, who was just as average as her next door neighbor, sad, and drowning in feelings like everyone does, and pathetic. A liar. And sure, perhaps Maya, too, believed that lie -- believed in something as silly and other-worldly as elves and magic kingdoms -- but she was not the one who spun that web, and that alone leaves her with no spared sympathy for the coward who hid behind a fantasy realm, and took the life of another person for nothing but selfish gain. Would it not have been easier to be herself from the get-go? There was surely something driving Alice's choices. Why is it that everyone acts this way? Why is it that human beings are all the same?

She thinks she might have an answer of her own, but she's always been too afraid to face it. Now isn't the time, anyway. With the trial having reached its conclusion, Maya stuffs her notebook into her bag. This has been... thoroughly entertaining.

Anisha speaks, and she feels the need to retort.

"Oh? How are we going to do that, 'Nisha? If someone else wants to kill -- and, you know, Ephie-- or, Alice-- or whoever the hell was right, someone's going to do it again -- how are we supposed to stop them?" She sets her hands on her hips, picks idly at her nails. "Not to sound like a total downer, but just get real. This is a room of, like, literal detectives. Whatever we do, if someone sets their heart on killing, they've already pushed past whatever ounce of humanity they had left, and they'll probably stop at nothing to do it."

She rolls her eyes like a moody teenager, much too lighthearted for having just witnessed an execution. "So what are we supposed to do about it, if we'll hardly be able to trust each other? It'll probs happen again. Or, no, it'll def happen again. That's just what people do."

She heads for the exit with her hands gripped around the strap of her bag, and she snorts at the word funeral. Before leaving, she turns to the group:

"Come on, a funeral? That's, like, totes sickly-sweet or whatevs, but, like, face it. You barely knew Upsilon Zhang. LOL." She laughs through her nose, and faces the door. "Who are we to hold a funeral?"

At the earliest opportunity, she's gone.

[drariellevalentine]

To Be Loved

A short drabble for my beautiful big sister @akshara16’s birthday!

Author’s Note:- I’ve used her oc in this fic, so here’s to hoping I’ve done her oc justice!

Also, I don’t have a taglist for Ian x MC so I’ve used my regular taglist, sorry about that!

Prompt:- “I know how it feels to be loved because of you.”

Pairing:- Ian Kingsley x F!OC (Akshara Hughes)

General PoV:-

Akshara stands in the midst of the kitchen, balancing a bowl and whisk on her hip as she preheats the oven to the correct temperature, all while listening to one of her recorded lectures.

Ian’s parents are coming home for dinner, and not to mention for the very first time since they moved in with each other. So of course that would leave her a frantic mess.

Opening the front door of the apartment with his key, ian steps inside to find his girlfriend, and the love of his life, in a spur around the cluttered kitchen and a basting brush stuck into the top of her messy bun.

“Now, where did I keep that basting brush… I swear I just kept it here.”, she tells herself.

“She hasn’t even noticed the door opening…”, he says chuckling.

Ian’s PoV:-

You quickly drop your bag on the sofa, and loop your arms around her waist, making her shriek in surprise as she swivels around.

“Ian! Oh my god, you practically gave me a heart attack! What were you even thinking, I almost dropped the chocolate mousse! Your parents will be here any minute and”-

But before she can continue rambling, you cut her off with a kiss. After a few heated minutes, she breaks the kiss as she takes a breath.

“...i was rambling, wasn’t I?”, she asks with a sheepish smile.

“One of the many things I love about you.”, you reply with a smile.

“Okay, I got distracted, now time to continue, I still have so much to do.”

You pull the brush out of her hair and hand it to her, “Ian, what are you doing-“

“I believe you were looking for this.”, you reply with a grin.

“Oh, silly me. I should stop sticking all my pencils in my hair.”, she replies with a smile. With that, she continues to prep and cook.

You go into your bedroom, and after a quick shower and change of clothes you back into the kitchen to see Akshara, but instead of her calm and cool demeanour, it’s like she’s in a frenzy, pacing all over the kitchen, her attention divided by a million little trifles.

“Akshara, come here for a second.”

“Not now, Ian. I still haven’t put the fish into the oven, let me just do that.”

You sigh. “This is hopeless.”, you mutter to yourself.

With long strides, you enter the kitchen and sweep her off her feet, just as she takes off her oven mitts.

“Ian! Now isn’t the time!”, she tries to protest but to no avail.

You carry her to the sofa and sit her down. She crosses her arms and huffs, an adorable pout across her face.

“Now that I finally have your attention, would you like to tell me what’s wrong?”

Akshara’s PoV:-

You avoid his concerned gaze as you debate whether or not to tell him.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.”, he says with a determined tone.

“...fine.” You sigh, knowing there’s no way to get out of this.

“Well?...”

“It’s just, well… I’m scared.”, you reply meekly, not being able to meet his eyes.

His eyes show concern as he carefully prods for an explanation.

“I mean, your parents may not approve of our relationship, or they might think that you deserve better, or they may not even like me and then you might not want to be with me-“, you ramble on as tears threaten to spill from your eyes until ian stops you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down for a second, okay.”

He pulls you into his arms, letting you seek refuge and peace for a few minutes.

Once you’ve calmed down he pushes you back, lifting your chin so your tear glazed eyes meet his and wipes the stray tears from your cheek.

“You have nothing to be scared of, alright? My parents are going to love you, just like I do. Now why are you so scared?”, he asks.

“Because you’ve told me how much your parents mean to you. And if they don’t approve of our relationship… I’m afraid you might leave me.”

Tears stream freely down your cheeks, vision blurred.

His eyes flash with surprise as he speaks. “Of course not, I love you too much to do that. Oh don’t cry, love…”

“I’m sorry for being so insecure, you must think I’m a child who-“

“Shh… that’s not it at all. You want to know what I think about you? I think you’re the most strongest, most independent, and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met. Someone like you who’s faced hardships and heartbreaks that no one should have to go through, should be rude or jealous of others. But you, you are the most kind, caring and sweetest person I’ve ever gotten to you and that is a gift that nothing could ever replace.”, he says with utmost care, cupping your tear streaked cheeks.

“...people say that I should be lucky, I have money, fame, popularity, a full scholarship to the law university i dream of going to, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be loved by someone. To experience love as it is in movies and novels. I’ve longed for that for so long but I’ve never gotten to experience true love… until now. I know how it feels to be loved because of you, Ian. And I’ll never forget that.”, you reply with the most genuine smile you’ve ever smiled.

General PoV:-

The two lovers share a kiss as tears roll down each of their faces, but this one is different then all the ones they’ve ever shared. Instead of passion and lust, there’s love and tenderness and longing, and neither of them would want anything more than that.

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Author’s Note:- I know I haven’t posted anything in so long and there are reasons which I will explain in an upcoming post!

Anyways, a very merry happy birthday to @akshara16! akku I hope this fic was to your liking and I hope I did your oc justice!

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[universal-kitty]

Jelly Beans, Skittles, Airhead, Now or Later w/ any F/O('s) of your choice

Candy Themed Self-Shipping Asks!Jelly Bean: What’s a quirk/little detail about your fave that you think is cute?

   Answering most of these with my OT3 w/ Jack an’ Nish!! Let’s see... With Nisha, I suppose I’d have to say her hair! It’s so fluffy... She let’s me play with it sometimes as a way of kicking back for a bit and relaxing; especially if she’s gonna sleep soon. (Also, those lips... Distracting.)

   With Jack, I find his egotistic attitude...kinda cute!! Ngl!!! (Don’t tell him I said that, tho, or he’ll start fussing at me.) There’s just something ridiculously charming about a guy with his head so far up his ass that he thinks he’s the blessing to all the galaxies....      If I wanna be nicer and sweeter, though? His scar. Well, maybe less “cute” more “downright attractive”, but still! I love it!!

Skittles: Do you have any headcannons for your f/o?

Nisha’s violence towards animals and cute things was her response to her horrific childhood. However, those are my exact favorite things and distressing me? Making me cry? Not an option. So what started as a tolerance grew back into an odd, aggressive love for animals. (She only likes cute things if it involves me.)

Jack is a terrible parent in only of his equally horrific childhood and no wife who’d stick around long enough to help him raise Angel. Luckily for him, her, and myself, I got involved with him a bit sooner than Nisha had, meaning while Angel was still involved with his practices, Core Angel never reached full completion and I carefully oversee Jack never does so.

So I basically said “fuck canon” and saved my adopted daughter, yeah.

Looking at the three of us is...a bit silly. I’m a renowned scientist thanks to my father’s influence, but also due to my usage of The Machine to secretly make myself smarter and push the limits. However. I’m also dating both of this galaxy’s WORST people (Nisha, who’s not only our babe, but later Sheriff of Lynchwood) and Handsome Jack himself (who took the throne of Hyperion and became the six galaxies worst dictator).

I’m basically saying it’s like seeing a ragdoll kitten between a rabid wolf and a hyena.

Airheads: What was your first interaction with your f/o like? Did you always like each other?

   Well... I originally knew Jack back when he was a programmer. He signed on as such, but wanted to be called Jack... Called him his other name once, he corrected me, never said it again. So it was a good start, back when things were still tame...more or less. (I was still kinda shaken up by my home life and my cheating fiance.) I kinda left that meeting to the wayside, but he never stopped watching out for me... Not that I noticed much.

   He only forgot during the events of The Pre-Sequel, trying to get vault hunters to help him out for power...and the spin that took into Shitstormsville.

   It took Nisha noticing me staring at her one lunch break to bring me up to Jack about this “cutie science nerd in the lunchroom” that Jack remembered me in a bolt and dragged me up an’ out of my position in R&D. I mean, I stayed as his scientist, but I also got suddenly promoted (I now run the entirety of R&D) along with being their pet/new datemate, so..... Score?

Now and Later: What was your first self ship, do your still ship with that character?

   Kurama from YuYu Hakusho! I mean... I might’ve had a crush on Ash [Pokemon] once upon a time, but my earliest, true-to-form self-ship I remember was Kurama. A bunch of art of us together, obsessing over him... My ultimate comfort character, even now.

   As far as my self-ship world with him is concerned, we’ve know each other since...basically forever. He knew me back when I was just another person trying to figure the world out and watched me not only become a mom to our two fraternal twins, but also learn more about myself. He’s been here for a long, long time and I don’t think I’ll ever say adieu to him.

   .....Though if y’all WANNA hear about an older F/O I’ve since let go of.....

   Naruto Uzumaki!! Oh, how I used to ship with this guy!!! ....He was also the one that I did my first....uh, nasty art piece with.... The more you know!! (That got buried in my old yard and oh my GOD, I hope it’s beyond repair now or I will die...)

   But yeah, another guy I used to majorly obsess over. I will never forgot how hard I freaked when I realized my first and last name match the same amount of letters his has!!!! (AKA we both have 6 letters in our first name and 7 in our surname.)

   I don’t remember why I dropped him, I just did over time. I suppose cause I shipped NaruHina more than I shipped myself with him...? Something like that, maybe. Anyways, I’m happy for him!!!!

[ahouseoflies]

The Best Films of 2019, Part III

Part I is here. Part II is here.

PRETTY GOOD MOVIES

80. Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story by Martin Scorsese (Martin Scorsese)- Can one put a star rating on Bob Dylan, with renewed purpose, belting out "Isis" in a head and shoulders close-up to New Hampshire teens? What about a naked moment when he and Joan Baez simultaneously realize they should have married each other, and he, for maybe the first time, has nothing to say? As a Dylanologist, I'm glad that this footage from an under-reported period saw the light of day. You can start to think about stars when Martin Scorsese, my other dad, does everything he can to complicate and ultimately undermine that footage with his contributions. I appreciate that he uses his documentaries to experiment and chart his passions, and I think that I get what he's doing with his present-day chicanery, but it does not work for me. Shout-out to when Bob Dylan claims, of one of Scorsese's fake people, "He seemed to need enemies. Even when there weren't any." I felt that. 

79. Serenity (Steven Knight) Djimon Honsou: Lawful Good Jeremy Strong as "The Rules": Lawful Neutral Anne Hathaway: Lawful Evil Diane Lane: Chaotic Good The Kid: Chaotic Neutral Jason Clarke: Chaotic Evil The Bartender: Lawful Neutral Matthew McConaughey: True Neutral Me, Believing Almost Sincerely That This Is a Good Movie: Chaotic Neutral

78. Atlantics (Mati Diop)- It's plenty effective as a window into a patriarchal society I wasn't familiar with, but Atlantics doesn't ever match the heights of its exquisite opening. At the risk of getting banned from this website--and I do realize what I'm implying here...not enough happens.

77. Birds of Passage (Ciro Guerra and Cristina Gallego)- After enjoying the formal invention of Embrace of the Serpent, I was interested to see Guerra and Gallego's spin on a well-worn genre like crime. So I was surprised to see how conventional Birds of Passage was. The indigenous Colombian rituals provide some color and grandeur, but otherwise this is a rise and fall that I've seen before, complete with a hothead character that threatens the whole operation. Perhaps my favorite part of crime movies, the alluring sinful fun that ropes the viewer in and makes him complicit, is nowhere to be found.

76. The Last Black Man in San Francisco (Joe Talbot)- I admire Joe Talbot's debut more than I like it. It's straightforward in its ideas of African-American and masculine performance, and it boils its essence down into a really effective scene near the end (on the bus). It does get tedious though. The protagonists' goals keep changing in a way that makes it seem like the film is overcompensating for how simple it actually is. 

75. Running with Beto (David Modigliani)- Beto O'Rourke is both inspiring and goofy, able to get me to look to the stars and roll my eyes within the same breath. This movie is pretty standard for its genre, but its greatest strength is getting us to see that all people present those contradictions on an individual level, while most people, if we're talking about blue and red states, are the same collectively. 

74. Gemini Man (Ang Lee)- Ang Lee treats Gemini Man like a test reel for 3D high-frame rate presentation, and I think I would have liked the film much less if I hadn't enjoyed the bells and whistles. (Find me in the club and ask me about the HDR--I can go deep.) You could read the film as a comment on Will Smith's Movie Stardom: We're the product of our experiences, and up-and-comers lack some of the character/baggage that Smith brings even if those imitators can approximate his bluster. (The fact that the film is a commercial failure adds another layer. Perhaps the cultural bridge that Smith created is no longer necessary.) 

But you'll notice that none of that stuff is dealing with the text, which rarely does the unexpected, especially when it comes to the mustache-twirling Clive Owen character. The film pointedly avoids a romance between Smith and Mary Elizabeth Winstead, and that's another absence that I'm pretending is a plus.

73. The Hummingbird Project (Kim Nguyen)- At first, the film has trouble selling itself, almost underplaying how quixotic the characters' plan to beat the stock market is. Once it settles in after a few false starts, it expands into a story about how precious time is in general, an idea that Jesse Eisenberg sells in his sympathetic performance. The other characters don't fare as well. Skarsgard's foil is comparatively static and dull, and a dialed-up Salma Hayek makes this a more external, obvious picture than it should have been. But there are long stretches that I like. 72. Escape Room (Adam Robitel)- I was exhausted in a good way as the movie rocketed through its setup, showing us the backstory of half of its characters while bypassing the rest. I was exhausted in a bad way by its fourth ending. Basically though, this movie does its job. And I'm glad that some of these thrillers are still envelope-pushing PG-13's. 71. Late Night (Nisha Ganatra)- There's a preposterous scene swinging into the third act that I just cannot accept or get behind, and it introduces a wave of Serious Scenes of People Getting Real with Each Other. But I haven't seen such a distilled juxtaposition of second-wave feminism and third-wave feminism before, let alone in a comedy. Some solid jokes. And John Lithgow playing piano while feeling bad about himself! 70. Non-Fiction (Olivier Assayas)- Non-Fiction is a sign that Assayas, always prolific, is entering the Woody Allen Zone. That is, he, a filmmaker capable of great formal beauty, has left behind formal rigor for a moderately funny tale about pseudo-intellectuals having conversations that would have been provocative five or ten years ago. 90% of the film depicts infidelity, but it isn't really about infidelity. Just as every latter-day Allen picture has two or three immaculate jokes or inward moments, Non-Fiction, despite its lack of ambition, has some perfect Assayas inter-textual flourishes. The Selena character bemoans the disposable nature of the TV show she works on, but Assayas drops us into one of the show's wintry, over-exposed shoot-outs as if to capture a genre he'll never fully pursue. He also writes a joke in which Selena, played by Juliette Binoche, claims that she'll try to talk Juliette Binoche into recording an audio book.

69. Crawl (Alexandre Aja)- I guess you could say something negative about this movie, but you would also have to mention that ol' girl lets off a full clip from inside the gator while it is chomping her arm off. So it pretty much has that Academy Awards category sewn up. 68. Long Day’s Journey Into Night (Bi Gan)- as Chinese Jerry Seinfeld once said, "Why don't they make the whole movie out of the hour-long unbroken 3D take?"

67. The Art of Self-Defense (Riley Stearns)- The Art of Self-Defense is a film of two halves--in a way that, actually, Riley Stearns's previous film Faults was. For me, those two halves, one being slow and pre-ordained, the other being wild and unpredictable, are too extreme on either end. The vagueness of the setting is a weapon that goes a long way in unifying those parts though. Even if I couldn't get down with the silliness, The Art of Self-Defense is worth checking out for Alessandro Nivola's career-best performance. The movie is about performative masculinity, so he has the challenge of playing a sort of confident monolith while also being totally specific. He's everything you would imagine a karate instructor to be, but he also takes his glasses out of their case in a way I've never seen before.

66. Dolemite Is My Name (Craig Brewer)- Keep in mind that I couldn't make it all the way through Dolemite proper, so I'm not the intended audience for this film's "let's put on a show" awe. The structure is notable: It starts with Rudy Ray Moore as a failure who has tried everything, crests past the shooting of his movie, and uses that completion as a plot point, only to focus on the distribution for the third act. That is, the screenplay breathes new life into the plot right when it needs it. Eddie Murphy's best performances always seem like regretful commentaries on his own relationship with the audience, (I'm picturing the final speech of The Nutty Professor.) and he follows suit here. Even better is an effete Wesley Snipes as the too-cool-for-school D'Urville. Despite all of the talent involved, however, the thing just isn't funny, and it's least funny in the comedy club scenes that are supposed to sell us on Rudy Ray Moore's genius. If it's not supposed to be funny, then why populate the movie with five comedic supporting actors?

65. Harriet (Kasi Lemmons)- History classes could do a lot worse. Like a history class, the film has so much ground to cover that it has to make choices for pacing, and even then it still feels like a greatest hits. It does have a surprising, brazen edge though, and it's more spiritually curious than I was expecting. Kasi Lemmons leans in to the mystical side of the story, using Tubman's spells as conversations with God that give her the confidence that she needs. The device is a double-edged sword though: What distinguishes and others Tubman, what makes her the chosen one, is also kind of passive and out of her control. Speaking of out of control, Joe Alwyn plays the slaveholder who ain't gonna be as nice as his pappy was. "Seems to me things have gotten a little too easy 'round these parts." 64. Motherless Brooklyn (Edward Norton)- Like Edward Norton, Motherless Brooklyn is sincere and smart and shows its work. Also like Edward Norton, it sort of tires you out after a while with how hard it's trying. I respect the ambition--the film tangles itself in race and jazz and urban planning and makeshift families--but by the third or fourth time that the hero blacks out while getting roughed up, the film reveals that it can't quite thread the needle between noir pastiche and noir cliche. It's satisfying enough as a mystery in general.

63. The Two Popes (Fernando Meirelles)- I'm the target audience for 21st century papal fan-fic, and even I started to zone out during the flashbacks. Jonathan Pryce sort of disappears, but I think this is the first Netflix prestige project being judged on a curve.

[librademons]

Review: “My So-Called Bollywood Life” 3/5

By Nisha Sharma

So this book starts off introducing our lovable Winnie and she’s a pretty great main character. The novel essentially focuses on her internal dilemma of destiny vs. free will, relationship with Dev (her love interest) and Raj (her ex boyfriend) and dream of attending NYU for South Asian Film Studies.

Right off the bat I KNEW I was going to like Winnie, mostly because we’re very alike. Aside from being Indian American teenagers, we both love film, we’re both romantics and we’re both ambitious. That being said I don’t know if I would recommend this book if your weren’t Indian or interested in film. Most of the book’s charm lies in its relatability with its audience. In fact the book’s entire plot prides itself on Indian teenagers in a love triangle (and Bollywood). It’s representation for Indians in romance (which is what drew me to read it anyway). But I digress with awarding this book a 3 out of 5 stars with the last star coming solely from the relatability of Winnie’s life as an Indian American. There’s moments that had me saying “Oh my gosh i completely understand why divorce was such a big deal in Dev’s family” or why Raj didn’t think studying film was a realistic career or just silly moments where Nani, Winnie’s grandmother, threatens to hit Winnie with her sandal and Winnie’s mom throws a pooja. It’s just situations that only Indian Americans would really, truly understand because we live through them! This book was fun.

But after that raving review I wouldn’t suggest reading this book for a complex plot or fleshed out characters either. The plot of this book follows the classic romance formula. Two unlikely characters start to have feelings for each other, they grow closer, they open up/ throw a grand gesture, there’s a falling out, and the main character sacrifices something/ does something to profess their love, the two reunite, and everything works out in the end. So if you’re looking for an easy and cheesy read you’ll enjoy it. I also want to point out how some of the main characters fell very short. Characters like Dev, Raj and Jenny felt off, i guess? Dev ,while i did like him and his relationship with Winnie, had an annoying case of fragile masculinity especially when it was obvious Winnie wasn’t into Raj and that Raj was harmless. That blow to Raj’s face (and ego) felt slightly unearned. Raj also felt all over the place. It was like the author couldn’t decide if he was a dick or just a misunderstood guy (I came to the conclusion  that he was a dick). Oh! And wow what a HUGE deus ex machina it was for Raj all of a sudden after not budging at all on the issue, to accept Winnie’s future and his place in her life. Convenient. Jenny, at least, was consistent; she played the typical stalkery, mean girl ex which was a little too cheesy but okay. 

I do want to highlight the biggest theme of the novel real quick: destiny vs. free will. I won’t get into Winnie’s obscure and almost stupid reasoning for getting upset with Dev and Bridget, but I still enjoyed reading Winnie struggle with whether she was truly following her heart or just fulfilling her prophecy for the sake of it. She mentions how she feels as if she has outgrown her destiny (the one with Raj) because it just doesn't apply anymore and I’ve reached my own conclusion. 

Destiny isn’t supposed to be set in stone. It isn’t one, specific future that happens no matter what decisions we make. Instead, destiny is always changing because we are always changing. Fate is something we choose the outcome of, so in Winnie’s case she could have chosen to stay with Raj for the sake of her “destiny” but she instead chose to stay true to herself and date Dev because he makes her happy and because of that he ended up satisfying the pundit’s prediction anyway.

Just something to think about.

Thanks for reading!