#this movie still lives rent free in my head

[cringefail-clown]

more of the cam cafe au, this time with strilonde family dynamic

so dave and rose are siblings and they both had their kids very young (other parents dipped out as soon as possible). they helped each other out with raising the kids while working on their careers, so the trio grew up very close to each other, roxy often acting as a mediator between dirk and hal as they were on each others cases basically since birth lmfao

gonna do the j squad next but holy shit is their family tree... complex

[moliathh]

Inspired by this LOVELY fic that everyone should check out: THIS

[axemetaphor]

rest assured that even when I'm not thinking about him I am still thinking about him

[kuuttituutti]

Maybe "And then We danced" is the better homoerotic sports movie in my opinion, because there is actual gay sex to break the teeth grinding tension between the male leads.

Challengers however leaves you wanting to go outside and run until your lungs burn. Which, now that I think about it, is also very good.

Actually I think you should watch both.

Be wary of ATWD's sudden catboy graffiti jumpscare tho

[hubba1892]

Sarah. Wie geht’s dir? Das ist meine Kollegin Karin Gorniak, ich hab‘ Dir mal von ihr erzählt. (Was ihr nicht seht | 2023)

[familydisappointment69]

I've been workshopping ideas. So basically, a post-Endgame AU that's Loki x Tony Stark's Daughter (OC).

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‎It's still very much in the planning stage but I am very much unhinged about it and in love with everything. Canon is mostly followed up until the events of Avengers: Endgame, and then I take the wheel because I have thoughts and they are chaotic and insistent.

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‎Things I have decided on so far:

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‎•Loki is alive even though Thanos snapped his neck like a twig.

‎•My OC is named Celeste. She's Tony's adopted daughter, a former lab experiment turned living weapon and most importantly Morgan's big sister. Also, Celeste got dusted.

‎•Natasha is alive too because fuck canon.

‎•Tony survived the snap and has a prosthetic arm now. He is also NOT down with Loki being suspiciously interested in Celeste aka his golden-eyed murder baby.

‎•Sam is the new Captain America. BUT also Steve didn't go back in time because I hated that.

•Shuri and Celeste are science besties

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‎Things I'm still on the fence on / trying to do more research on

‎•Jotunn Loki

‎•Canon dates. I want to know the exact date that everything happened. What day was the snap? What day did they time travel? Things like that. I'm very much aware some of these things might not have canonical dates but if they do, I would very much like to find them.

‎•How would someone who was confined to a lab for almost the first two decades of her life act? It is important that I get this right or I might combust.

‎When I do eventually find time to write, I'll be posting here because I cannot for the life of me figure out how to completely navigate AO3 no matter how much I rub my two remaining brain cells together.

[phantomato13]

Me and my future husband:

[heartsandstars46]

Okay, but how can I manifest being tenderly held by Andrew because I’m pretty sure it would heal me mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally? 🕯️🙏

[salora-rainriver]

SOMETHING I JUST REALIZED ABOUT THE BARBIE MOVIE IS THAT

In the scene where Sasha is telling off Barbie about the ways in which the barbie doll set back feminism and contributed to the objectification of women and represents unrealistic standards of beauty and excellence and yadda yadda, like,

I expected that to be setting up a plotline where Barbie has to find a way to show Sasha the childhood joy and dreams Sasha once had that she’s now given up on in her pessimism and that she’d be proven wrong and shown how Barbie is in fact a method of empowerment despite the outward appearance of perfected beauty and -

THAT. DIDN’T. HAPPEN.

Because Sasha was fucking right, this IS a core problem in the interfacing between the ideals of the barbie doll and the messiness of the real world, and also Sasha was never the one whose disillusionment and depression transfers over into barbieland causing a massive crisis, no it was her fucking mom all along, who DOES love barbies and DOES see them as a role model and someone to live up to, and SHE’S the one who needs to reawaken the childhood magic,

BUT ALSO the status quo isn’t restored, you can’t close the pandora’s box that is an awareness of the bitterness and complicated struggle of the real world, you CAN’T just escape back into fantasy, IN FACT the fantasy has irrevocably changed and guess the fuck what thats okay because in the end you DONT need to restore the nostalgic past, you need to fix the problems of the present, Barbieland will never be the same again and that’s okay because Barbieland is going to be better, it’s going to be stronger, more conscientious and aware,

You WILL grow older, your childhood IS gone forever. That’s okay, you’re still beautiful, you’re still good enough, and your toys and dreams have matured alongside you. You are going to grow and change and live and one day die and thats okay.

And- fuck i nosedived into an emotional ramble MY POINT IS they set up an extremely formulaic plotline from the likes of mediocre Christmas movies, and then they threw in several curveballs and completely decimated it. Greta Gertwig utterly bamboozled us. How did Mattel let her get away with this. Who greenlit this emotional thesis on aging and womanhood disguised as a glorified toy commercial.

[undead-potatoes]

Rewatching Pacific Rim for the first time in years, and like this was truly one of the movies of all time huh

[savage-rhi]

I had a scary, animal accurate tyrannosaurus dream that felt HD real.

I was at a parking lot where this marketplace was located. A guy friend was in this red car that was parked between two giant pickup trucks. He and the trucks were parked away from the majority of the vehicles. It was night and just rained not too long ago. I could see the water glistening off cement and asphalt.

I'm maybe four feet away from the car when I feel this deep rumble in my body, and I hear a very loud but low pitch hum. I stop, and I feel it again. It's like all the nerves and blood in my body are frozen. I start looking around and don't see anything or hear anything else. My friend rolls down his window and asks what gives and if I'm alright. I shake my head and gesture for him to be quiet.

Then I see a pair of glowing yellowish eyes, and then the rex walks into view on the other side of my friend's car. It was so quiet despite being massive while it moved. It didn't make a damn sound. No roar fanfare or anything. It was like a giant bird just strolling by. Its body was barely illuminated by the parking lot lights, but I could see its greyish scales and dampened microfeathers. Its nostrils flared, and its warm breath turned into a smoky fog.

The rex blinked my way, canted its head in a bird like manner, and then just smashed its entire snout through the roof of my friends car. Like before, it didn't make a sound, but I felt that reverberating hum in my body again and again.

My friend was screaming, and I was in shock before I ran toward one of the trucks. I was too far from the store to get in, and I thought if I could get under one of the trucks for now, I'd be alright. As I ran, my friend hit his head on something in the car, and he went silent. The rex lost interest, pulled its snout out from the top of the car, and deadlocked its eyes on me.

It chased me around for a bit, not really running but more like power walked cause it knew I was getting tired, so why waste energy? Eventually, we circled back to my friend's car and the trucks. I managed to get underneath one, and the rex seemingly gave up the chase.

While waiting for the coast to clear, I looked to my right at my friends vehicle. The entire top was caved in and looked as if it had been in a multicar accident or a giant rock smashed through. I couldn't see my friend, but I figured he was still unconscious and maybe lying on the floor somewhere.

After maybe ten minutes or so, I finally had the courage to come out from hiding. I was in between my friend's car and the black truck I sought refuge under. Keeping crouched, I began to look for a way to open the passengers' side.

A series of deep thumps began to rhythmically travel through the ground, and my heart sank. The rex charged out from the darkness and headbutt the drivers side of the car. It flipped to its side, and before I knew it, I was sandwhiched between the car and the truck.

I was almost impaled by a metal piece sticking out from the roof. It was so close to my chest that I let out a gasp, and I could hear the thumps return. The rex was gonna headbutt again. At the last second, I crouched and made myself as small as possible. He hit it not just once but several times. I could feel my space growing smaller and smaller. If it kept up, I knew I was going to get smashed.

The crashing sound of metal warping itself ceased. My body shuddered, and I felt cold despite being drenched in sweat. That's when I felt a warm gust of air to my right, and I could see the rexes nostrils flaring through a crack between the car and the truck. He was smelling me out.

The scent of its breath was a combination of mildew and a putrid musk akin to someone not brushing their teeth for months. I wanted to throw up.

I remained in place and held my breath so as not to make a peep. I thought it better to let him think I was dead in here versus being alive. I had a gut feeling that if the rex caught onto that, it would smash the car again and I couldn't take that risk.

The deep rumbles all the while repeated over and over. It felt like my body was being shaken inside of a car going through a dirt road that hadn't been tended to in years. I could see parts of the rexes snout inflate and deflate between the noise. This was how it roared. Not through displaying its teeth and screeching like a jaguar taking down prey, but through low vibrational frequency.

I was so caught up in the awe and fear of the situation that I didn't register that it had moved to the other side, and through another crack to my left, stuck its tongue through and licked my arm.

The muscle was warm and slimy with a rough patch of texture here and there. It felt like I was being licked by a cat and a dog. I tried not to scream. The rex went at it for a few minutes, then gave up.

I remained curled up in the husk of a car for what felt like hours before I had the courage to find a way out. I managed to lie flat on my back and scooted like an inch worm out of the debris. Once I was standing on two feet, I looked around everywhere. There was no sign of the rex.

I jumped, hearing a faint moan coming from the car, and my friend poked his head out from the drivers side window. In shock, he looked around before his eyes landed on me and shouted, "What happened?". I rushed over and began to help him get out of the car, all the while explaining that we needed to get inside one of the markets at the center. He was visibly confused but the terror in my voice was enough to let him know now wasn't the time to talk.

We managed to sprint through the parking lot and to an open store. There were maybe ten people inside counting the gal at the register. While my friend limped toward the medical supplies to aid his bleeding head, I was warning folks not to go outside and even shouted at one gal who was close to leaving.

Everyone at this stage was looking at me like I was crazy, and a security guy was attempting to shove my friend toward the exit. I frantically got in between them and kept warning that a giant animal was out there and that we were trying to hide. Needless to say, the security guy didn't believe us and the commotion continued.

Thats when the security guys bravado stopped entirely and his mouth gaped open while his eyes bulged out. Everyone in the store went silent.

My friend and I slowly turned our heads around, and through the window, we could see the large pair of glowing eyes in the distance and the dark silhouette of the rexes' massive body. He was staring right at us, keeping so still that it could pass as a monument.

The rex snapped its head to the side like a curious cockatoo and rushed.

The sound of small explosions going off in my body was the last thing I could comprehend as it prepared to push its head through the glass, and then I woke up.

[achillean-knight]

Gods, this'll be 10 years since FNAF first released huh?

I need to organise a special artwork AAAA

Also, about that, funny story, I found out about FNAF from a game known as ✨Animal Jam.✨ Had I not been coaxed to watch the trailer for the first game from random players on AJ and my friend the next year actually getting me into FNAF via his drawing of the Marionette during a break in our primary school concert lmao, I wouldn't have grown up and had such a tight bond with this franchise.

If you count little 10 yr me watching the first FNAF trailer when it released instead of 11-12 year old me getting properly into the series around FNAF 3 -> FNAF 4 Halloween Edition, then I've been with FNAF for 10 years this year... Or 9 if you rather choose the other option.

Nevertheless, I'm shocked It's progressed as much as it has in the 10 years it's been around. I'm grateful for the newcomers loving the series I grew up with and the oldies who have been around since the start. I hope FNAF lasts for longer and I hope I can be apart of this for a long while GAH

[mydnyteraven]

The thief lord by Cornelia Funke. Little fantasy book about a sad old city and growing up.

It’s what inspired me to be a writer, I think, more than anything else.

What's a book written by a woman that changed your life or that you consider a classic? Any genre, any language.

[tehshelaroxx]

Me at 3 am:

[hismercytomyjustice]

Realized today that Pacific Rim is my Roman Empire.

Also my sleeper agent code. Do not evoke unless you have nowhere to be for several hours.

But I swear I can be ~toootally~ normal about it, bestie.

Totally.

Normal.

（ΦωΦ）

[butterflysnowflake]

circling back to this meta/thoughts because I absolutely will never be over how sweet and gentle and understanding he was in that scene! he could have just hauled her out and left with the squad! but he dismissed them all to give her some privacy with her family and a chance to say goodbye to them and then even when he grabbed her by the arm it was more protective than aggressive! and he called her beautiful! the gentleman levels were OFF THE SCALES and we could all only be so lucky to be taken to the other side that way!

he probably died alone on that set the day he died with no chance to say goodbye to his family and friends and he gave Delia what he never could have! this old man is the literal beating heart of the otherwise cold and uncaring Afterlife bureaucracy and they don't deserve all the hard work he does!

man I just... I love Wolf you guys.

man can I just say how adorable Wolf's interaction with Delia in the wedding scene is? When she's explaining her situation he gives her the most understanding looks and it's because they both effectively had the same cause of death. Delia turned her mourning of Charles into part of her performance art, and died from being scammed with asps who were NOT defanged. Wolf wanted to deliver the most authentic performance possible and died from presumably a negligent armorer who didn't bother to check if the grenade was live or not before shooting. both of them were quite literally killed by their art (not by their own faults to be fair but from someone else's irresponsibility). and it's kind of lovely Delia got such a sympathetic escort back to the netherworld who knows her situation firsthand probably better than anyone else

it's weirdly wholesome and empathetic even as their situations were both played for morbid laughs, and if Delia didn't have eyes only for Charles (what's left of him) and Wolf wasn't in a committed relationship with Janet I'd even say I could have seen things going somewhere between them