#this would be fine for any other random action movie

[katsu2ji]

love language — k. bakugou

a/n: i will always die for soft katsuki. always always always.

katsuki has never been good with words.

over the years he has tried—and failed—to be a smooth talker with you. when you guys first started dating, it took him forever just speak to you, let alone say something charming and sweep you off your feet. as you've both gotten older, he has accepted that he simply is not that kind of guy.

however, he's found other ways to show he loves you; ways that are so ingrained in your relationship that it's hard to imagine a day without him in your life.

if he has to go in for work earlier than you, he'll cook breakfast before he leaves, knowing exactly what you like and how you like it. if he makes himself a lunch the night before, you'll find a matching bento box on the kitchen counter with a sticky note that says "don't forget to eat something, idiot. love you." your waterbottle is sitting next to it, along with another sticky note. "i don't need you passing out on me." if you guys get a chance to eat a meal together that day, he always gives you the plate with more food, especially if it's your favorite. you pretend not to notice, of course.

he's all casual affections and intimacy. if you guys are about to go out, he'll stop you to zip up your jacket and adjust your sleeves, making sure you're warm. if he's grocery shopping and passes your favorite flowers he won't hesitate to get them for you. it's a random tuesday night and you ask why he got them, but he just shrugs his shoulders, pretending not to stare at the smile on your face as he watches you take a picture of them in their vase on the kitchen counter. he idly plays with your hands in his lap while you're both watching a movie, having every fine line on the palm of your hand memorized. he's thankful for the dark room hiding the slight blush on his cheeks; after all this time, he's still lovesick.

for awhile, he felt bad about being unable to just simply say everything he wanted. he felt like his inability to write you a long, sweet note, or verbally cheer you up after a long day made him a bad partner. he felt as though his words were too gruff coming out of his own mouth, no matter how softly he may have meant them to be. he believed that he was all hard edges, feeling too rough for the affection that he desperately wanted to give to you.

you, of course, would beg to differ. him getting creative with his ways of saying "i love you" makes his affections all the more sweeter. it reminds you of how observant he is. how he's always listening, even when you think he isn't. it reminds you that he loves you, and that just because he's not shouting it from the rooftops, it doesn't make it any less true.

so yes, he's not very good with words. but he's managed to find other ways to show his love for you. besides, they always said that actions speak louder than words, didn't they?

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[tossawary]

Every now and again, I'll come across some fanfiction in which an emotionally conflicted character will consult (usually kind of trashy) romance novels or in-universe fanfiction for advice or information. And it almost always snaps my suspension of disbelief.

If it's some terminally online teenage geek character or a hopeless romantic bookworm character? Sure! And, of course, there's great humor to be had in a sporty jock struggling with his queer awakening hesitantly picking up the bodice-ripper that his mum left on the coffee table. There ARE scenarios where "romance novels and fanfic as research" tracks just fine. I also understand the existence of the "I want to give this character I like the hobbies I like" / "I want to poke fun at this type / genre of fiction" aspect on the author's side.

But in any scenario with some normie adult man? Some straight, cisgender guy with normie dude hobbies and no evidence that he even CAN read, much less that he enjoys reading? Then it's a "not only would he not fucking do this, I honestly don't even believe he'd know this course of action exists" characterization situation.

Like, there are an astonishing number of people, especially dudes, who could not even name a romance novel to save their fucking life. No, not even a Jane Austen novel or "Twilight" or something. Their eyes glaze over that section of a bookstore. They are mentally filing that shit out to leave more room for sports or first-person-shooter video games or something. They have no respect for this type of fiction, if they're into reading fiction at all! They unconsciously or even explicitly believe that making eye contact with a bodice-ripper will permanently damage their masculinity, and they would flinch away from touching one like most people are scared of scorpions. They don't know aaaaanything about it! They have no concept of "the good stuff" versus "the bad stuff"; it's all soap operas and pornography to them, not a source of information.

And lots of people still don't even know that fanfiction is a thing. They go through life blissfully unaware of fandom wank. Or if they do know of fanfiction, it holds no appeal for them. Playing with other people's characters, or writing fictional stories about real people, is weirdo fanatic behavior to them! Not a source of information.

(And, to be clear, I'm not saying this tracks for all female characters. No, obviously, plenty of women don't like romance novels or fanfic. Plenty of women who do like those would never look at them as sources of information either, for a variety of very good reasons. It's just really funny when a story has the most normie bro guy to ever bro engage with this type of fiction.)

So, like, no, there are some characters whom I cannot be persuaded would ever read any of this stuff. (Speaking as a terminally online fanatic!) And honestly, there are plenty of more realistic and far funnier options for some normie dude character looking for love advice.

A) Friends and family. Or else colleagues and coworkers. It is almost always hilarious when a character goes up to someone else and says, "Hey, hypothetical scenario: [the stupidest shit you've heard in your life]. Any advice for that?" Also, you can have sincerely emotional conversations between friends! Or else good angst if the friend or family member reacts in a hostile manner or gives bad advice!

B) A magazine or chick flick movie. I can easily be persuaded that a normie dude would at least know these exist, or have one left at his house by an ex-girlfriend who made him watch it one time. Normie dudes are also more likely to consider these big publications more legitimate for advice than random romance novels or fanfic.

C) Some random advice column blog or non-fiction self-help book. Could be legitimately good advice for specific situations by a thoughtful professional, could be a money-grab scam written by a quack! How is some lovesick, emotionally dense guy supposed to tell by a book cover?

D) On that note: a relationship advice TikTok influencer or YouTuber or some random advice forum, probably Reddit or the like. The pros and the quacks are unhelpfully everywhere now! And possibly even have a live chat acting as their studio audience to make airing dirty laundry more toxic than ever. Potentially, you will find the kindest person alive with a terrible username willing to gently walk you through therapy, the online equivalent of meeting a figurative angel in a dive bar, but probably not. Bad advice is much more likely.

E) Doing no research, remaining uninformed, and blustering through the situation based on random pre-conceptions if anything. Honestly, I think some of these guys would just ignore the problem, even a potentially deadly problem, rather than touch a Harlequin romance novel, much less AO3 fanfiction. Sexism and internalized homophobia are a hell of a drug. It's just not happening.

I don't have a clean conclusion for this, it's just a funny thing that I've noticed every now and again. There ARE guys who like these types of fiction, of course! There ARE male characters who own an e-reader full of rom novels, sure, and don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. "This [normie male character who is both pretty offline and worries about appearing sufficiently masculine in a pretty toxic way] is reading a lot of romance novels and/or fanfiction as a form of research!" Yeah, no, that's really hard to pull off. If this guy is touching the internet at all, he's far more likely to make the most ridiculous Reddit post you've ever seen and then start belligerent fights in the comments.

[hana-no-seiiki]

WHAT’S UP DANGER?

— [ CH 01 ] WITH GREAT ABILITY COMES GREAT ACCOUNTABILITY

pairings: yandere! various (batfam, spiderverse) x miles morales! reader

tw/cw: no yandere themes for this chapter, characters get aged up later on but are teens to young adults now, reader is gender neutral but characters refer to them with masculine terms (hijo, man, dude), spoilers for spiderverse movies. but ofc since this is a crossover it won’t be completely the same.

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“Mama, stop you’re covering me with your saliva—!” You groaned as you made a half-assed attempt at pushing your mother away.

It was the first day of your attendance at Gotham Visions and you weren’t the least bit nervous. Not at all. Totally. It wasn’t as if you were just thrusted into this situation with no choice whatsoever in addition to the pressure of your family’s wholeass livelihood on your shoulder. No. You were completely cool with this situation. In fact, you were so cool that you’re almost late to your first day of classes.

“But you look so adorable, mi hijo!” Your mother rubbed her face all over yours, messing up whatever you decided to put on.

“Papa what are you doing? Arrest this woman at once, for gross misconduct or whatever—“

“You do look adorable, and if I do I’d have to be fair and arrest you for vandalism.”

You freeze at your father’s not so subtle call out, before swiftly slithering away from your mother’s bear-like grip.

“Augh! I’m going to be late! Hasta luego!”

It was August. The start of a new school year for you. A new life away from your family and friends.

Gotham Visions University. A campus filled with elitists; fancy rich people. The cream of the crop. Your future school. Being a scholar there would have been fine, amazing even! If it wasn’t something you won through a lottery. You felt like a thief, an imposter. Going to a school for prodigies and rich kids as an average old joe is one thing, going to a school for prodigies and rich kid as a poor lottery student is another.

“[Y/N]! How you doing man? Lookin fancy. The uniform so fits ya.” A kid hangs his arm around you. If you were being completely honest you weren’t sure about his name, but you hung out often for basketball and other activities around the neighborhood. With the amount of people that knew you around the community, it was difficult keeping all those faces in your head so you often covered it up with nicknames.

“Psh. See ya next friday for shawarma?” You winked, cringing a little inside for your actions.

But to your utter surprise, the kid in turn blushes before giving you a massive grin. “You bet. My treat!”

And just a few seconds afterwards, he hits you at the back of the head before leaving, “Hey! Ow.”

“[Y/N]! Good luck on school dude! We’ll miss ya! Don’t be a stranger okay? We’re still friends even if he isn’t here.” He waves you goodbye before returning to your mutual posse of friends.

You wave back at them, your expression slowly turning into a solemn one. “I’ll miss ya guys too.”

Grabbing your trusty wireless headphones, you make your way down the block. Sticking random name-tags you drew this morning to distract yourself from the overflowing anxiety in your system.

Unfortunately, it never is a good idea to be so distracted when walking by yourself.

“Contra!” You hissed as your body hit the pavement. No doubt ruining your uniform that your mother painstakingly agonized over getting perfect and neat for your first day.

Then, the sound of a police siren entered your ears.

Can your day get any worse?

“What did I tell you about not looking both sides twice before crossing the streets?”

Your father’s sermon began.

This . . . was going to be a long ride.

“That I shouldn’t do it.” You replied, completely uninterested in the conversation and looking out from the window.

“You’re lucky it was me y’know! What if some deranged man decided to run you over?”

Your faced smooshed on your hand as your elbow rested on the window sill. “I’d send my cop of a father after them then.”

“Don’t act cute with me [Y/N].”

“But it works oh, so, well.”

Your father sighed, “It does.”

“But with great ability comes great accountability!

“Yeah yeah, that isn’t how the saying goes! . . . It was my bad it won’t happen ag…” Right as you were about to tune out of the interaction with your father once more you notice a bunch of people looking towards your direction.

People you knew.

And now they were taking pictures.

“Wow, aren’t you the popular kid?”

“Mier — Can’t you run the red light or shout at them or something? My poor privacy is being invaded!” You desperately tried to hide yourself with your hands but to no avail. The sounds of clicking only grow louder, and your father’s pace on the car slower.

“Yeah yeah~ not this cop.”

“Papa!”

Suddenly, the attention is ripped off of you as a loud crashing noise resounds from above. “Woah.”

Your dad flicked his tongue in annoyance as he checked the damages. “Those vigilantes! Red Hood is one thing, but that Spider-man partner of his. I swear. He just swings by without a care in the world. I just got this repaired last week!”

“I think he saved you from having to get yourself fixed as well. You know, in a hospital. The place with all the bills that just tears holes into your wallet.” You checked the situation outside, confirming the lack of interest in your situation as people crowded spider-man’s fight. “And myself from a mob too. That man’s a whole multitasker and a half.”

“If you ever get a sibling, remind me not to teach them cheek.”

“That if depends on you, yknow.” You gave your dad the smuggest grin you can muster.

Hey, if he’s going to make you face hell for the next few years you might as well give him a portion of it while you had the time.

The car halts, signaling your arrival at the aforementioned hell. “Study well. Our future depends on you, [Y/N]. Love ya.”

“I know.” You groaned, struggling a little to pull your baggage outside of the vehicle and leaving as soon as you got it secured within your grasp.

You are only able to take a few steps when your dad interrupts with the police car’s loudspeaker.

“Where’s my ‘I love you too, papa’ huh?”

“Papa! Seriously?” You screeched, unimaginably embarrassed beyond belief.

“I love you.”

“Right in front of my future peers?”

“I loovveee youuu.”

“On the first day of class?!”

“Mwah mwah—“

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” You relented. Making a sharp turn from facing the originator of your future bully’s material, towards the entrance of Gotham Visions.

Once you get in you make an attempt to greet the people there, but is cut off by their mocking voices referring and imitating the situation earlier.

The embarrassment fills you up once more and you fail to notice your path intersecting with another.

Directly bumping into people seriously knocks the wind out of a dude. That’s probably why those people in those ‘mangas’ he always made you read fell in love at first sight. They were just so light-headed that they couldn’t think clearly.

“P-pretty girl—“

“It’s nice to meet you too.” said pretty girl as she steadied your form. Noticeably less affected by the impact “You’re quite the looker yourself.”

“Ack, sorry! I just get nervous around- yeah.”

She giggled. Oh lord, even her laugh was pretty. “Lovely papa you got there.”

“Augh, you don’t have to remind me.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, slowly regaining your balance.

The bell rings. The real hell has officially begun.

Once pretty girl made sure you were alright, she began running off.

Wow, even the way she ran was pretty.

“W-w-wait, what’s your name?”

“Gwen!”

You sighed as left you behind in the crowd of students.

This wasn’t so bad, you thought. You made one acquaintance at the very least. Maybe your new life at this school would be better.

Your new life at Gotham Visions was, in fact, not getting better.

You were fumbling through the motions like a newborn thrown to the wolves. If you hadn’t built a relatively tight knit friendship with Gwen you were sure you would have ran away by now.

Everyone always ignored you when you greeted them. Your dormmate didn’t even see you as someone worthy to interact with and would often stay awake at ungodly hours doing whatever the hell he was doing on his laptop while you suffered from his ‘background music.’ Your parents only ever talked to you about academics when it was the last thing you wanted on your mind at weekends. You were always, always late to class.

You were practically falling apart at the seams.

You just . . . wanted everything to end. But you couldn’t bring yourself to defy your parents and so you brought it up to your studies. Purposely failing exams so you’d be kicked out soon enough.

“A zero. How terrible. A few more of those and you’ll have to kick me out huh?” You looked at your Physics teacher with a loosely smug look on your face. You hated Physics, the sciences and mathematics the most out of all subjects. Everything second you spent learning about it could have been spent drawing or doing something you actually adored.

You shrugged, “Maybe I’m just not right for this school.”

“If a person wearing a blindfold picked the answers on a multiple choice exam at random do you know what score they would get?”

“. . . Around 25%?”

“That’s right!” She flicked her pen towards you face before pressing the butt end of it to your paper.

“The only way they would get all the answers wrong . . . “ She then twirls around, marking your grade from 0 to 100 by placing the respective numbers to each side. “Is to know which answers are right.

“You’re trying to quit, and I’m not going to let you.” The smug look only your face slowly dissipates and transfers to her own visage. “Now I know you’ll probably try to worm yourself out of this which is why I’m calling in back-up.”

“Wayne.” The woman moved her gaze to your classmate. A strained smile on her lips as she stared him down.

You didn’t know the billionaire’s son that well, or any of your peers but Gwen for that matter. Just that he was as stuck up as his gelled up hair. Always sneering at you whenever you had to sit beside him with those uncannily pretty green eyes of his. You thought that it may have been your smell or something. Maybe he could tell how poor you are in comparison by your scent. But judging by the fact that he was just as much of a loner as you were if not more, you’re beginning to think otherwise.

“I’m assigning you two an essay, not on physics but on yourselves. What kind of person you want to be. I know you two are quite different in terms of personality and backgrounds, but I have a feeling it’ll all work out.” She walked behind the two of you, roughly placing her hands on both of your shoulders before squeezing you closer together. “And no, Damian. I’ll know if you decide to finish it all yourself. Don’t test me.”

“You two are dismissed!”

Damian takes one look at you and you can tell he’s listed a thousand things he disliked about you already. He re-secured his backpack prior to giving you one, heftily stern warning. “Listen, we’re going to meet at my house this weekend. 6pm. Don’t be late.”

“Sure! Where’s your . . .” and before you could even complete your question, he was gone. Just like that. “. . .house. . .”

You grabbed your own belongings with a moan; betting that the trust fund kid’s own probably costed a hundred if not a thousand more times than yours.

You swiftly go to your room. Mind completely empty and disassociated before an idea crosses your head.

You dial in the numbers on your phone before you could even think properly.

“Hey, Unc. Mind if I come over?”

No matter where you went. The route to your Uncle Aaron’s house was always in the back of your head. He was your true home. The only man who understood you — who made the effort to understand you.

You spot him on his couch, looking as cool and swag as ever with his legs spread a little bit apart. He laughed as you smooshed your face to his window before opening it and letting you tumble into his abode.

You lazily dropped the bag you brought filled with spray paint.

He patted your head and massaged your scalp, the stress you felt already noticed and acknowledged. “Sup little dude. You lookin’ down. Is this about . . .”

“What? No. I’ve already moved on—“You shook your head. In all honesty, the only good part about Gotham Visions was that it kept you distracted from grief. But before you could continue you spot a familiar image settled in a frame. Emotions started crashing down upon you like a tidal wave. “You . . . kept the picture.”

Aaron rubbed his thumb across your cheek as your eyes began watering, “You know I can bring you over to visit him. It’s pretty close by y’know.”

“I- I think I’m good. I came here to just chill out, y’know?”

“Let’s go, I know a spot we can let some of that pent up art juice out.”

A smile. A real one. Not one you forced on yourself whenever you met with your classmates, Gwen or your parents started to make a reprise on your face. You almost don’t remember the last time you did it because of your emotions and not due of the façade of being okay.

“See ya.”

You take one last look at the photo before rushing out with your uncle.

“Mig.”

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[fluff-n-cookies]

Movie night --- class 1A --- individuals

can be read as platonic, written with fem identifying reader in mind but gender is not explicitly stated.

TW: fluff, light yandere tandancies, light swearing, other than that none that I can think of, please comment if you think any warnings should be added.

note: after the recent events in the anime, I really just need something fluffy rn.

the soft pitter patter of rain drumming against the windows of the dorm room. the lights were dimmed with the only thing illumanating the space being the raging action scene on the TV, the speakers boomed with every explosion, the vivid screeches of the actors being the main focus. and while your eyes may be trained on the screen. someone else only left their heart swell with adoration everytime you softly gasped at the screen, huddled in the safety of their blankets, in their room, with only them to protect you.

god, you're just so precious.

Yuga Ayoyama (before betrayal)

oh, he acts so scared when the movie starts, it really was your idea. after exam season it would have been nice to wind down and just breathe.

but this was most definitely not what he had in mind! he was thinking of going to a petting zoo, or getting manicures and pedicures and a spa day.

not watching an action movie with all that blood and gore! to be fair, he isn't even watching the movie, he's just been spending all his time fixated on you. but oh well.

you're just so cute to him though, whenever the character you're rooting for does something right, you squeal and kick your feet while stuffing your face with gormet popcorn he had his parents buy.

maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Mina Ashido

this is really just a weekly occurrence for you both, where you'll both bring everything for a sleepover, the fuzziest blankets, board games, snacks, ridiculous self-care products just for the heck of it with he main event being the movie you both watch.

normally it's a silly rom-com, or even a shitty reality show but this time you decided on an action movie. so what is she to do? you're her ride or die, the thing 1 to her thing 2.

she's grumbling the whole night, but it's all worth it to see that picture perfect smile on your picture perfect face as you tell her to look at the screen for your favorite part while waiting for your freshly painted nails to dry.

she even starts really getting into it, maybe your passion is starting to infect her!

either way, it's just nice to be with you.

Tsuyu Asui

she LOVES movie nights

while she may not show it much, she's a sucker for all things acting, she's the type of gal to watching actor interviews Religiously, type of gal to be like "oh! that's (insert most random actor ever)", type to visibly scream when you say her favorite movies are overrated.

she has it all, the blankets, the popcorn, the sound system. and she keeps looking at you to make sure that you're having fun

god forbid you say you "liked" that movie. that it was "fine" NO you need to tell her your favorite parts, what you hated, what you loved, when you felt like crying, your favorite character. EVERYTHING.

lil' froggy hehe

Tenya Iida

this man would never have you watch a movie on that shitty laptop of yours or the streaming channels on the TV who either drain you of your money or bombard you with ads.

no, cuz' when a movie you really wanna watch comes out you best believe it is his job as your bestfriend/boyfriend to book you the best seats in the whole movie theater, just for the two of you.

He gets so mad whenever you take your phone out during the movie, even if you weren't going to do anything with it, he'll slap it (gently) out of your hands with a soft grumble.

buys you two things of popcorn, one for him and one for you. and this man eats his popcorn like a fucking robot, every 3.2 seconds he eats one and he will beg with the biggest puppy dog eyes for you to share your bucket with him.

best boy. be sure to give him a hug as thank you and watch as he bursts into nervous giggles.

Ochacho Uraraka

much like Tsu, Ochacho LOVES movies.

more so, the action, horror, and thriller. I'm sorry if you aren't a fan of any of them.

covers you both in blankets, in the coziest pajamas fresh from the laundry, as she flicks through a movie pirating site because she can't be bothered to pay for a streaming service!

oh, she thinks you're just so cute whenever you sink back into the cushions of her bed covering your eyes, anticipating a jump scare. she can't help but giggle every time you scream in fear. clutching onto the fabric of the blanket. she then apologizes profusely for giving you nightmares for a week.

or maybe you're a horror geek just like her. fawning for the special effects with her as you discuss the best and worst movies you've seen. she could probably listen to you babble on and on about whatever is on your mind and she'll listen happily.

Mashirao Ojiro

Absolute sweetheart about it, he keeps telling you that it's his job as your host to take care of you. fluffs up all the pillows, freshly heated blankets, the whole package.

he sometimes lets you use his tail an over sized pillows but be warned he will thrash it if a jump scare spooks him a little too much.

apologizes for it by sharing more snacks with you.

in action movies, he just loves criticizing all the horribly done martial arts. he'll whisper it under his breath with a grumble as he angrily takes a bite out of a chocolate bar.

over all, very polite, very kind, a gentleman, 11/10, best boy.

Denki Kaminari

gets super freaked out whenever something bad happens. it could be as simple as tripping someone in the movie and he'll gasp so and make this stupid little O face just to make you laugh.

he can't even focus on the movie half the time and instead jsut keeps saying "I'm bored" "I'm bored" "I'm hungry" "I'm sleepy" "WAAAAH" "I'm bored"

he will shut up if you tell him to. but honestly it's just better to put the movie on as background noise as you both talk about the latest gossip in class and eat wayyy too many expired popsicles from the back of his mom's freezer.

he will GAFAW at any comedy you put on until the whole building is awake because he can't shut up!

he'll skip any and all spicy scenes in a movie, all while blushing a bright red. he just doesn't want for your o think he's a creep... he really like you, y'know?

Bonus! (romantic)

he sneakily holds your hand whenever the main characters have a happy ending, and give you a little smile before gently kissing your chuckles. "I hope that's us one day."

Eijiro Kirishima

he does this thing where he gets super invested into the movie and literally needs to be torn away from the screen so he can focus on something else.

he'll also accidentally use his quirk whenever something surprises him and it's actually so stupid. He's the type of guy to jump back in surprise when Hans from Frozen turns out to be the villain and gasp.

movie nights are also on the nights he needs to dye his roots again or give himself another haircut, and who's a better person to help him with that than you!

cries whenever a main character succeeds. *sob* "I-" *sob* "that's so manly!" *sob, sob*

he's just happy to be with you.

he definitely has a whole list of movies he wants to watch with you cuz' he thinks you'll like them.

Koji Koda

you're the only one who he lets come into his room on a regular basis, and he's such a chatterbox whenever he's around you. comments on every single little detail in the movie just to have an excuse to talk to you.

he keeps showing you his bunny whenever the movie gets a little boring.

unintentional blanket hogger, he means well I swear, but he'll bundle himself up like a little burrito so you're gonna have to remind him to share. which he more than happily does.

will never, EVER condone animal cruelty. god forbid that there wasn't a "no animals where harmed in the making of this film" because he will be throwing hands

he tends to take up most of the bed so he'll set up a little space on the floor like a little pillow fortress so have fun with that!

Rikido Sato

Movies AND CUPCAKES?????

he bakes these little themed cupcakes based on the movie you are watching and hey are so GOOD! he even finds a way to incorporate all your favorite flavors in there.

hates popcorn. I'm sorry but he just doesn't like the saltiness in the overly buttered popcorn. popcorn with caramel on the other hand is a very different sorry.

but either way he'll happily make it for you, your salty-ass popcorn. oh the things he's willing to do for his loved ones.

sometime he eats too much sugar and he has to punch something, which is perfect for the peeps out there who randomly have an urge to redecorate and rearrange their whole room in the middle of the the night.

Mezo Shouji

absolute sweetheart about it

has never seen movies with anyone else considering his past and people thinking he's a freak.

a little shy to be taking off his mask Infront of you, doesn't eat popcorn the whole time because of it

ends up using his huge arms as a blanket.

is pretty silent on the outside but is internally squealing like a little girl

Kyoka Jrio

not that much of a movie gal, she'd rather you two go to a concert or something.

it takes a lot of convincing but she will eventually cave in

she's very nit picky about your sound system, she spends a whole hour hooking up her speakers for the best sound quality while you wait on the couch for her to finish

keeps criticizing the movie's plot, she really like to try and predict what's going to happen next

ends up crying by the end of the movie, she ended up getting a little too attached to the side character who was destined to die from the very beginning.

Hanta Sero

omg, he was totally dared by Kaminari to take you out to the movies and not wanting to be a puss he agreed.

he tries acting as smoothly as he humanely can be, spent 4 days trying to plan out his outfit alone.

buys you nice tickets, pays for the popcorn, and walks you everywhere especially since it's dark out

he eventually confesses that he's actually really nervous after he tripped over his own feet for the 20th time that night.

you two end up at a mcdonalds by the end of the night, crumbs on your face and all over the car.

Fumikage Tokoyami

he's such a dick the entire night. Like Jirou, he doesn't like movies all that much, you're going to have to convince him.

purposely chooses a horror movie. (by chooses I mean he says no to all movies but horror.)

really likes to point out all the plot inconsistencies and the horrible script. keeps going on his phone to go through all the Wikipedia articles about the actors.

Dark shadow hogs all the popcorn.

despite how he acts re really does like movie nights with you. not because of the movie but because of how you always invite him because you want to spend time with him. it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it thaws away at his heart if you will.

Shoto Todoroki

the only movies he's EVER seen in his whole life are the ones that they put on for the last day of school, and half the time it's a really low quality Disney movie or documentary that's like 43 years old.

never really thought much of movies until you mention liking a certain movie. oh, look, it's a magical (endeavor's) credit card just lying on the floor! how convenient.

this boy bought a new subscription, got new pillows and blankets, went to the movie theater, bought their popcorn, DIDN'T WATCH A MOVIE, and came home on the subways with a bucket of popcorn on his lap.

he's excited as you may be able to tell.

when it comes to actually watching the movie...he's not watching it. he spends the whole movie only looking at YOU. he's looking for a sliver of a smile, a joy in your eyes, anything, just anything as proof of your happiness. he needs that validation.

Toru Hagakure

insists heavily on regular spa+movie nights.

just you and her, sheltered away from the world.

hates horror, utterly despises it, she will shriek and scream like a banshee.

spends more time fussing over skincare rather than the movie itself. shes like it as background noise.

she will stuff her face with popcorn like there's absolutely no tomorrow.

Katsuki Bakugou

absolute menace, complains the whole time. popcorn? burnt. movie? too cheesy. pillows and blankets? too childish.

he actually really like it though, he sulks when you suggest canceling your regular movie nights in favor of going on a date with a new guy.

like Todoroki, he doesn't do movie nights because of the movies, no, he goes for you. he will purposely eat the burnt popcorn so you don't have to. murmurs "jump scare incoming" during horrors movies, and by the end of it, he'll escort you to your bedroom so you don't freak about what goes bump in the night.

sure he spends most of your movie nights laughing at you, and others in the hospital after a villain attack, but it's the best you probably get with Bakugou.

Izuku Midoriya

insists that movie night be held in your room because he is 100% sure that his All Might collection will scare you off.

unlike many others in this class, he does in fact watch the movie. gets so pulled in that he often forgets that you're there.

he fiddles around with his notebook the entire time too, jotting down notes about the characters, powers, personalities, ships....

buys your favorite popcorn for you knowing full damn well he won't be able to eat any of it because of the diet that All Might has him on.

falls asleep during the movie, training's too hard, the food's kinda shitty, Bakugou's a bitch, and your blankets are just sooo soft. left him sleep on your couch for a while, yeah?

I do not write for Mineta.

Momo Yayorozu

she's never had a movie night at home before. usually, for movie nights, her parents would rent out a theater to view the newest movie, or they would go to see a Dance or play or something of the sort.

being a 7 year old girl during most of these "Movie nights" she got bored quickly and decided she hated movie nights from an early age.

when you ask if you two can have a movie night together, she only expects that, a grand performance before her very eyes, one she's fall asleep to half way through.

oh how wrong she was.

she watches that screen like a damn, what of the popcorn? she's forgotten about it, instead she gawks at the cheesiness of the romcom you out on. what do you mean you don't love him, Katharine? what do you mean? how dare you say that you'd rather date your ex rather than him. do you not see the way he stares at you with love?

she declares that movie her new favorite movie and even goes as far as to start planning your next movie night a mere 2 minutes after the first one ended.

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

ethan getting aggravated at reader for tiny things because of the stress from being ghostface

honestly was a bit hard doing this one. i did the best i could do (please don’t be mad) a little back story for their relationship and just small moments in the month leading to the stabbings. (i’ll be honest not super happy with this. i did the best i could, tried to make ethan seem manipulative in his words and actions.)

pairing: ghostface!ethan landry x fem!reader wc:3k

masterlist

you’ve know ethan landry since the first week of school when you bumped into each other in the dorm hallway. it was around one am, you were walking with your laundry basket sitting on your right hip while looking down at your phone in your left hand. your headphones blocked any sound as you were playing music and you didn’t think anyone would be up and about on a tuesday night, so it comes as a surprise when you ran into something solid and drop your freshly folded clothes and phone.

your mystery blockade held you right around the upper arm and kept you close to their body. your dazed wide eyes stared into a pair of bambi browns. his mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear, so you nudge your right side off your ear and asked, “what?” and he replied, “are you okay? didn’t see you coming.”

“uh…” eyes drifting to his harsh touch. mystery boy followed your eyeline and quickly released his palm from your skin. “sorry,” which he followed up with, “and sorry about your clothes. and phone.”

and you looked down to see your once organized stack now mixed together. you squatted to pickup your phone and luckily, no cracks.

“want some help?” and mystery boy was on the floor with you, hands reaching for your tops and bottoms before you held a firm palm out, “no!” yelling into the quiet hall. his bambi eyes widened as you cleared your throat, “sorry. no i’m fine. don’t want random boys touching my clothes.” an awkward smile at the end.

he stepped away with a brightness growing to his cheeks. “right. well i could make it up to you. buy you an icey? was heading to the seven-eleven anyway.”

now it was your turn to feel the heat in your cheeks. you kept your head down as you asked, “asking me on a date after this terrible meet-cute, mystery boy?”

and your hands stopped in their actions when he managed to stutter out, “ye- yeah. i’m- im asking you on a… on a date, laundry girl.”

two iceys at two am led to study dates, picnics in central park, or movie nights in each others dorms. it gave you kisses pressed to cheeks in waiting lines, clasped hands swaying behind moving bodies, lips dancing with liquor at a frat party, or bodies tangled in messy sheets.

and those moments all lead to now, the first week of october. a few days from hitting your three month anniversary. the two of you were laying in ethan’s bed since his roommate chad was out for the night while yours had her own sleepover with her partner.

ethan fell asleep with his head on your stomach and arms wrapped around your lower waist. your left hand carded through his messy curls while you scrolled on your phone with your right.

a low dinging filled the quiet square room. you thought nothing if it until it dinguned multiple times in a row before one long constant ring, a phone call. so you set your phone on your chest before grabbing ethan’s, thinking it was his dad you were thrown for a loop when the caller id read bailey (det).

“ethan. baby, wake up.” shaking his shoulder roughly. he groaned while nuzzling further into your sweater. “ethan, why is quinn’s dad calling you?” not understanding why he’d need a cops number.

“what?” ethan lifted his head while furrowing his brows.

“why did detective bailey call and text you multiple times?” keeping his phone from reach so he couldn’t escape the questioning.

ethan sat up, licking his lips and avoiding your eyes. “uh, he’s- he’s helping. with- with a report i filed.” innocent eyes peering into your surprised irises. “what? what happened?” sitting up yourself and reaching for his hands.

“it was an assault case. got jumped by a few guys couple days ago.” keeping his head down. your heart broke, “oh baby. why didn’t you mention anything? i would’ve gone with you to the station.”

ethan shrugged, still avoiding your eyes. “didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” he sounded so small.

reaching a hand up you touched his chin to force his eyes to look into yours. “well i’m glad your safe now and unharmed. did they ever find who it was?”

ethan’s eyes darted to his phone, “probably what bailey was calling about.” “oh!” and you quickly handed over his phone. he smiled then leaned over to kiss your cheek, “i’ll be right back.” and he hopped out of bed and left the room to talk in the hallway.

that should’ve been your first clue that something was off with ethan. you don’t remember seeing him with any bruising or missing belongings in the past week, but the thought of him being assaulted drove your thoughts.

-

digging through ethan’s drawers

you were looking for a specific sweater of ethan’s for tonight. nothing special planned, but it was just one that felt right for the occasion, friday the 13th planning in central park.

you checked the different spots ethan keeps his clothes in, not finding your treasure. then moving to check his bins sitting under his twin bed. one held books and comics, a few collectibles from different franchises. the second held a few belongs from home, photos from childhood, something that belonged to his mom before she passed, birthday cards from family and friends.

you pushed it back to its spot then pulled the final blue bin out.

cracking the top off you squealed in delight. “yes!” finding the golden sweater, pulling it out of the hiding spot you held it to your chest and smiled down at the cotton fabric.

the door cracked open and you turned just to see ethan walking in from class, one strap on his shoulder before pocketing his keys. “ethan!”

he looked up with a smile on his lips before it dropped and he rushed over. “why are you looking here?” throwing the top back on before roughly shoving it away. your smile faltered, “i was looking for this sweater-“

“y/n i love you, but i’ve told you not to touch the stuff under my bed when i’m not here. i’m very… particular about this stuff.”

the sweater dropped to your lap, “sorry. i just really wanted to wear this tonight.” a hand touched your upper arm, “and i’m okay with that. just- just text me next time. so i don’t freak out, okay?”

a nod of your head.

-

scrolling through his phone

ethan always lets you scroll through his phone, he doesn’t care and doesn’t have anything to hide. until this month he started to get more defensive if you were to ask for the device.

“sorry i- i gotta make a call real quick.” “oh uh, i’m running low on data.” “don’t- don’t randomly text anyone.”

little excuses that you didn’t care too much about, but then your mind started to race and it led to one conclusion. ethan was cheating on you.

so when the two of you were at the library one day working on homework, ethan excused himself to go to the bathroom and he left his phone behind. and you were already regretting what you were gonna do, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

so you leaned over the table and swiped his phone open. you checked all the different ways that will tell you if he had any dating apps, which were none. so you went to his socials, checked all the dms he had with any girl, which were only you and some other girl. you didn’t recognize the username and couldn’t see much from the profile. so you clicked on the chat and before you could properly read through the messages it was snatched from your hands.

“what the hell, y/n!” ethan yelled. multiple shushes came and he shrunk into his shoulders before squatting to the floor to look up at you. “i’ve told you. i don’t want you looking through my phone.”

“why? got a second girlfriend i don’t know about?” not beating around the bush. his eyes widened, “what?” high pitched like a mouse.

“you were talking to some girl on instagram. does she go here?” standing your ground with this topic. arms crossed over your chest while glaring down at your ‘boyfriend’.

ethan sighed and rolled his eye, you noted, “no. it’s a very very old chat. from high school.” “then why are you getting defensive with me.” “defensive?” “sassy, whatever you want to call it. you rolled your eyes.”

he rolled his lips, “i didn’t mean it towards you. it was involuntary cause i didn’t believe you would think i’d cheat on you.”

your hands smacked to your thighs, “well cause you're doing this. keeping walls when there weren’t any before, not letting me into certain parts of yourself anymore.” you looked away from his puppy eyes, focusing on the shelves of books.

“hey,” his hands holding your kneecaps, giving a small shake. “i swear you are everything to me. there’s just… stuff… for a surprise. anniversary stuff.”

that peeked your interest. “really?” “yeah. and i don’t want you ruining the surprise.”

your hard demeanor softened, “well you could have just told me that… instead of yelling.” uncrossing your arms.

ethan linked your hands together, pressing kisses to the back of each hand, “i’m sorry. was just frazzled.”

-

ethan getting jealous

a week before the halloween frat party they decided to throw a pre-halloween party. you didn’t want to waste your actual costume so you just pulled clothes from your closet and dressed scandalous, fishnets with a short skirt and tight tiny top. when ethan greeted you outside your door his eyes immediately fell to your boobs and a blush colored his ears to his neck. you chuckled at your adorable boyfriend.

“you like?” giving him a twirl and smile widened at the low groan from ethan’s chest. his hands reached out to hold your hips just above where the waistband sat, “do we have to go? i don’t want anyone else to see you like this. could have a fun night staying in.” trying to pursue you with sex and as tempting as it sounds-

“nope, we’re going out. besides, if you really want a piece of this, we could just sneak into a room.”

by the time you and ethan got to the party where all your friends had been an hour before, the house was in full swing. music was blasting through the different speakers, people were whooping and hollering, and laying on the lawn while taking a nap. it was packed as the two of you squeezed your way to the kitchen, ethan kept one hand interwoven with the other resting on your lower back to keep you forward.

finally landing in the kitchen you get to work making drinks for both of you. there was a bowl of punch that was heavily spiked and you greedily poured two full scoops into the red solo cups. “woah, hey, hey. easy tiger, not trying to poison our livers tonight.” ethan moved the cups before you could think about adding a few more drops of vodka.

“i need to catch up. everyone is already getting buzzed, moving to drunk.” reaching for a cup and starting to chug it in one go. ethan’s laugh was crystal clear over the voices and music. with your last sip you lifted the cup into the air and hollered before refilling.

ethan took slow sips of his drinks as he watched you enjoyed yourself dancing with some friends. hair and boobs bouncing with the beat of the music, smile pulled tight as you shouted lyrics. ethan pushed himself from the wall, a little buzzed and ready to steal you away somewhere more private, but he stops short at this new sight.

a guy comes up behind you, palm resting on your exposed stomach and face leaning into your neck. you swayed your hips in a dangerous spot and the dude's hands traveled further south. ethan saw red. he abandoned his cup and pushed through the crowd, not bothering to keep his innocent good guy imagine right now.

ethan gripped the back of the guy's shirt and tugged him hard, his biceps straining against his shirt seams. you stumbled on your feet from the harsh force ripping ethan away from you. you swayed on your heel as you turned to the culprit and was puzzled when you saw ethan shoving at a guy you didn’t know. a crowd was watching the two of them yell.

you pushed yourself closer, able to hear some of ethan’s voice. “keep your hands off my girl.” the guy wore a smug smile and chuckled, “didn’t seem like your girl. was grinding on my dick, enjoyed my lips on her ne-“ and you gasped when you heard the hard smack of bone to bone when ethan threw a punch to his nose.

“ethan!” calling his name from behind. his eye were dark and hooded, nostrils flared with a snarl growing on his lips. ethan wrapped a hand around your wrist and started tugging the both of you out of the stuffy house.

“ethan, what the hell was that?” calling him out as you yanked your arm free of his gripping touch. he scuffed, “that? oh you mean punching the guy my girlfriend was grinding on? that’s what the hell it was.” and he turned away before walking down the street.

“ethan!” trying your best to keep up with his pace in your inebriated state. “ethan! i wasn’t dancing on him, i was dancing on you.” words getting sloppy. head feeling fuzzy, world tilting like a seesaw.

ethan stopped walking and turned. “what?! no you weren’t! that perv was your dance partner and if i didn’t get to you sooner it might’ve ended up worse!” he yelled as he stomped closer.

you shook your head, fog covering your thoughts. “no, no. i- i wouldn’t dance with anyone else. only- only you. i- i swear i thought it was you.”

“you said you know my touch, y/n! you should’ve know that wasn’t me!”

“well i’m a bit drunk right now, ethan! everything is being processed slowly. and i was enjoying myself, i- i didn’t think too hard.” stepping closer to ethan so you could touch his chest and peer up with wet eyes and cakey makeup, “let’s just- let’s just go back to your place. we could- could still have that- that night in you wanted.” slipping your hands down his chest to curl your fingers into his belt loops and tug him closer.

ethan’s cheeks were puffed and his pupils were blown turning brown into black. his fingers touched your wrist and you thought he was gonna take up your offer, but he pulls you away as he walked backward and looked at the concrete. “i think i need space for the night. don’t wanna have you thinking of him while fucking me.”

“but i won’t! i only think of you!” black tracks of mascara staining your cheeks, the only evidence of a horrible night and not waking up in ethan’s bed the next morning.

-

the next morning

you honestly weren’t sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you slept in your party clothes with makeup smudged into your pillowcase and phone dead on the floor. your roommate wasn’t around so you couldn’t ask her, and you were still pissed at ethan so you didn’t bother going over to his place.

with a groan you flopped to your back and stared at your ceiling for answers. answers on why ethan is suddenly being a dick over these tiny little things and a misunderstanding. he’s usually very caring and considerate when it comes to you. he wouldn’t have left you last night if this was a few months ago, he knows that you love him deeply.

as if the universe was giving you a sign there was three gentle knocks to your door before someone called out your name. “it’s- it’s ethan.”

you inhaled deeply as you closed your eyes, you had to hold the tears back. “go away, ethan.” a stickiness to your words.

you heard his sigh, “can- can we just talk? i’m- i’m really sorry about last night. i was pissed, but i shouldn’t have left you alone.” there was a full thump to your door.

you pushed yourself off your bed and made, what felt like a long trek, to your door and swung it open. ethan stumbled forward into your space, hands holding your biceps as you pushed at his chest. “yeah fucking asshole! i’ve told you multiple times how i feel unsafe at night, while sober!”

you shoved at his chest again before turning your back on him. you heard your door close and ethan’s steps followed, “y/n i'm really really sorry. i- i was being insecure and an idiot-“ “yes you were.”

he sighed, “i know you would never cheat on me. it’s just… i’ve never had a girlfriend and especially someone as beautiful as you. so i’m constantly worried someone is gonna take you away from me.”

hands rubbed at your tired face while looking back to ethan. his hair was a mess, still wearing the clothes from last night just like you. his skin looked oily and dark circles looked more purple. it hurt your heart.

“ethan, you should know i have eyes only for you.” “i do know that.” “then can you stop doing this douchebag image? i didn’t start dating you cause you're this big tough guy. i love the sweet, nervous, nerdy you.”

ethan made the first move to cup your cheeks, two sets of tired eyes. he leaned in to kiss your forehead first, then the tip of your nose. before he went for your lips he waited for a sign from you, all you need was to part your lips and ethan dove in. it wasn’t anything rough, it was gentle. pouring in a love you share for each other, an apology for the past few weeks for how he’s been acting. trying to make you forgive him for past actions and future ones to come.

-

a/n: …let’s not think to hard about this one

ethan landry taglist: @astrxq / @websterss / @teenagedramaqueenlisa

[sarnai4]

At the movies

Random thought of the day, go! What if the Greek god family had to go to a movie theater TOGETHER?

Hades - is buying the tickets. Nobody else brought a wallet because there's no way the god of wealth isn't treating. They're beyond the point of pretending to reach for cash or cards. He's beyond the point of expecting that. Hades = ATM

Athena - is desperately hoping that they watch something either intellectually stimulating or disturbingly gory. She's fine with the fact that knowing her family, it's probably going to be the latter. She will put someone in a permanent headlock if they suggest a sequel that's anything more than 2 or 3. She wants cinema. She also does not want loud snacks since those are impractical.

Ares - is voting for any action movie that's playing. Preferably, it's rated R so that it can be more accurate. He also knows that he's going to complain if the gore doesn't match what it does when he's fighting someone because the fight choreographers should "absolutely know what exploding guts look like, Athena." Low-key, he'll accept a rom-com too, but he'll deny it to his dying day and he's immortal so...

Demeter - is hoping for a disaster movie because it's funny when mortals try to show what weather is like. They never seem to get it right. She's getting an extra large order of popcorn because she's sharing it with Persephone. She also probably is getting a dozen more snacks for Persephone so that she feels like she's there too. #momoftheyear

Aphrodite - is trying to persuade everybody into watching the aforementioned rom-com or romantic drama with EXTRA drama. She knows some will be harder to convince than others. If nothing else, she wants to get some chocolates in the shape of hearts and hopefully see previews to some romance flicks.

Hermes - is storing food in his clothes. He has this big trench coat on that is the equivalent of a convenience store. This makes him Hades's favorite nephew/niece because he's saving him money. He wants to see a comedy and will be annoying if they don't see it (so that whole favorite thing is short-lived unlike them).

Dionysus - is trying (and failing) to sneak in booze. It might have worked if he didn't immediately start pouring drinks for everybody before they got their tickets wasn't so obviously intoxicated on the way in. He couldn't care less what they watch, but one of these days, it would be nice if they went to an actual theater vs just watching movies. *sigh*

Zeus - is flirting with the cute employees. No one is comfortable with this. He's voting for the raunchy rom-coms so that he can get ideas. The others are trying to prevent this from happening, but they also know he can just throw a tantrum and give the whole theater a power outage. So, they need to make a good argument for anything else.

Apollo - is hoping for a documentary about some doctor...or a musical...or a documentary about a musician. He can't decide, but he bugs everybody who's eating junk food because it is "sooo" unhealthy and "being immortal doesn't mean [they] shouldn't care about nutrition."

Artemis - is wondering why she has to be there. The outdoors is actually a door away and her family is forcing her to spend time in a dark room. They must hate her. She hates them right now and is grumbling the whole time. If there isn't an arrow in the movie, someone's getting an arrow in the side. She'll pull a name out of a hat and decide who.

Hephaestus - is really hoping it's sci-fi or something else with inventions. If it's about a real-life inventor, that would be cool too. Of course, he's not going to be paying attention anyway. He'll be too busy making the 100th alteration to the theater chairs and screen. He improves those every time he goes. The theater would hire him if he wasn't clearly doing all this for free.

Hestia - is feeling like she should be at the hearth. The theater is freezing. Luckily, Demeter and the war siblings got her extra blankets. She would like to watch a sentimental movie about a family, but the last time that happened, everybody else fell asleep.

Poseidon - is also flirting with all the cute employees. He's actually getting way more numbers than Zeus, which is quickly making things tense because he won't stop bragging. He doesn't care what they watch, but something set on or near the sea would be preferable.

Hera - is hating every second leading up to them getting in the theater room because of Zeus. She is the one who normally decides what the final verdict of the movie is because she's not giving him any more chances to flirt. By that time, no one's going to argue with her because her head is literally hot enough to fry an egg (Hermes did that twice and the results were delicious).

If you made it this far, thanks :D! Any theater headcanons you all have?

[randomthefox]

Whoops wrong video, it was supposed to be "Sonic The Hedgehog 3 (Almost) Got Shadow Right" by the same guy, it shows the movie is a good adaptation of SA2 that respects Sonic, and good on its own.

My responses must have been confusing then lol

My finger is hovering over the eject button.

Wrong, it's a bad movie.

Well I agree with that part. Ignoring the elements that were adapting the video game source material, this movie was beat for beat the exact same fucking movie as Sonic 2. What makes Sonic 3 the worst of the trilogy so far is that they butchered the narrative of SA2, where as the classic Genesis games had a lot less material to fuck up.

Wrong, because the movie still doesn't even explain WHY Tails is living on Earth. Tails is NOT AN ORPHAN. Tails HAD A HOUSE with a chair and a computer screen in it that he used to watch Sonic on. Literally why the fuck is Tails living on earth with Sonic and them? This doesn't make any sense. I don't know why Knuckles is either honestly, he was living on his own just fine for a decade. Did he not have a home on some alien planet? The opening of Sonic 2 showed he was partnered with some random alien dudes who attacked Jimbotnik, what happened to them? Where was Knuckles before he walked out of that ring and confronted Jimbotnik? Why is Knuckles living on earth instead of just going back to where he was before? None of this is explained.

It literally doesn't make any sense why Tails or Knuckles are living with Sonic and his humans, and neither the movies nor the Knuckles show bothers actually providing an answer.

I think you mean really cringe dialog.

I fucking hate the way these movies characterize Knuckles, it's so fucking annoying. Even removing the comparison to the video game character - why is Knuckles just Dave Bautista's character from Guardians of the Galaxy? That whole fucking "break glass" exchange is INSUFFERABLE and it lasts forfuckingEVER.

If by "fun" you mean "frustrating and honestly pretty racist" then yes, I agree.

"Except for Tails, who literally doesn't do anything for the entire movie."

Except that scene was stupid because why couldn't they have just brought back Rachel and her husband? Why did they need to bother disguising themselves in the first place when they could have actually just had Rachel and her husband in person? Did they think they wouldn't be willing to help? Why not? They could have easily just called them or warp ringed to their location and invited them to participate.

Literally the only reason the hologram disguise technology is introduced is because it gets used for terrible slapstick jokes, and to enable the stupidest scene in the entire movie. None of which was necessary because you could have removed the hologram disguises from the film and nothing about the progression of the plot would have changed. The movie actually would have benefited from its removal, because all the interactions between Tom and Maddie involving the hologram disguises contribute is unintentionally implying that their marriage is on the rocks and they don't actually love each other anymore.

Except this wasn't a problem he had in the previous movies. There was nothing in Sonic 1 or Sonic 2 that implied that Sonic was not in control of his emotions and was prone to allowing anger to consume him. This idea that Movie!Sonic succumbs to anger and vengeance is completely invented by this movie, and it actually contradicts his characterization in the previous movies because Sonic has seen his loved ones harmed before and he DIDN'T suddenly feel consumed by anger and revenge. There's literally no build up to Sonic's thirst for revenge against Shadow in this movie, it comes out of nowhere and is wildly out of character for the movie's version of Sonic.

This movie literally substantiates itself on the assumption that the audience doesn't actually remember what happened in the previous movies. Nor in previous scenes within the same movie.

Debatable. The only action scene I liked in this movie was the fight between Super Sonic and Super Shadow. And even that scene was ruined by cutting away from the fight to have bad comedy interludes with Jim Carrey, and was punctuated by a dialog exchange between Sonic and Shadow that had by far and away the worst fucking writing and vocal acting in any movie that I have ever fucking seen. It is The Room "you are tearing me apart, Lisa" levels of absolutely fucking atrocious. So it's kind of hard to give the action scene the gold star with that in mind.

No it doesn't.

No they don't.

Shadow being able to single handedly defeat all three of the heroes just completely removes any sense of tension or stakes from the movie. It just makes every confrontation between them and Shadow redundant and pointless because we know Shadow is just going to win. Meaning there's literally no way that Sonic can ultimately defeat Shadow that won't feel contrived and stupid. And yeah, no surprise, when Sonic finally defeats Shadow it feels contrived and stupid. Super Sonic gets the chaos emeralds punched out of him by base form Shadow, but then all of a sudden Sonic gets really extra super duper angry and punches Super Shadow so hard he gets launched to the moon. Because the script said so.

To say nothing of how it completely misrepresents the character as he exists in the video games. Shadow is WEAKER THAN SONIC in the video games at worst, and an even match for him at best. In the movie he's stronger than Sonic and Tails and Knuckles all combined. That doesn't make Shadow seem like a big bad threat, it just makes the heroes look weak idiotic and incompetent.

In so far as this movie isn't loaded down with a pointless and stupid B plot about a wedding between two characters we don't care about? Sure, I guess.

Oh fuck OFF x3

Jim Carrey is the WORST PART about this movie. Easily half an hour of this fucking film is just Jim Carrey being INSUFFERABLY unfunny. There's literally nothing else on screen except Jim Carrey for ENTIRE SCENES and it is TORTURE. It is AGONIZING. The fucking dance sequence is so offensively bad that I wanted to walk out of the theater and was ripping up the fucking seat to try and force myself to stay.

"Best part of the movie" what fucking PLANET are you FROM dude? Have you seen any other movie before? In your LIFE? Have you ever seen another JIM CARREY MOVIE in your life???

HALF AN HOUR of this movie is literally just Jim Carrey going "ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRIGHTY THEEEEEEEN" TO HIMSELF back and forth over and over and over and over and over again. And NONE OF IT is funny AT ALL.

His name is pronounced "eevo" not "eyevo."

Dude pronounces the name wrong, D minus see me after class.

I literally could not POSSIBLY disagree more. Holy shit dude.

Jim Carrey is the WORST PART about this movie, and he's SO MUCH OF this movie. Like I mentioned before, the Super Sonic vs Super Shadow fight is INTERRUPTED by an unfunny scene of Jim Carrey slapsticking with HIMSELF. And it's INSUFFERABLY bad.

What the FUCK my dude? What fucking PLANET are you FROM dude?

"Jimbotnik goes through a well deserved redemption arc."

But Sonic Frontiers totally ruined Eggman whereas this movie got the character right and portrayed him respectfully and authentically, amirite?

(sorry, Frontiers haters catching strays)

Yeah, like every single scene with Jim Carrey in it for example.

Does this guy not realize he's contradicting himself? He just said that Jim Carrey was the best part of the movie because he's so funny. And then he turns around and says the weakest element of the movie is the comedy.

Which is it? It literally cannot be both. Either Jim Carrey is the best part about the movie, or the comedy was bad. It cannot be both, dude.

I agree with all the parts where he's explaining why the movie is bad.

Because the movie is very bad and literally nothing about the plot makes any sense or holds up to scrutiny whatsoever.

No they don't, because they change everything about his character and his background. In the games, Shadow was created by Gerald for the sake of trying to save Maria from a terminal illness. Shadow exists entirely for Maria's sake, and thus he is entirely devoted souly to fulfilling her will and wishes for humanity. He's only a villain in SA2 because he thinks that Maria wanted revenge due to Gerald altering his memories. And the instant he realizes he was mistaken he changes and works to try and undo what he's wrought without a second thought.

In the movie Shadow is just some alien who crashed in Ohio like the Venom Symbiote from Spider-Man 3. He has no connection to Maria whatsoever, they just happened to meet due to contrived writing. Maria doesn't even have any reason to be on the military base where Shadow is being kept, she's just there due to contrived writing. They have no spiritual or moral bond due to Shadow literally existing for Maria's sake, they just are friends due to random happenstance. And when Maria dies she doesn't even have any final words imparting her wishes onto Shadow. So Shadow is just motivated by being sad and upset, which is NOT his motivation in the video games whatsoever.

The movie demonstrates that the filmmakers don't under literally anything about the character of Shadow or his background, wtf are you talking about?

How and when could he have possibly even seen that happen?

"Shadow progressively learns about emotions" what the fuck are you talking about??? When was it ever demonstrated that Shadow didn't understand emotions and needed to learn about them? What fucking movie are you talking about, the one you invented in your head???

I did actually like that scene, except for all the parts where Keanu Reeves was talking because his acting is absolutely fucking atrocious. It's also really stupid why Shadow is being all like "I don't know where I belong or why I came to this planet =c " like, why not? There's no explanation for why Shadow just randomly has amnesia. Why wouldn't Shadow know or remember why he was in a random meteor that crashed into Ohio in this movie? The implication is obviously that he's a product of the Black Arms aliens somewhere else in the galaxy. So why did they send Shadow to Earth with no memory of who he was or why he was sent there? That actually makes no sense. In the games it makes sense why Shadow is having an existential crisis because he's a savior baby who was created entirely just to try and cure Maria, and they failed. So he has no purpose in existing. In the movie it doesn't make any sense why he's having this existential crisis because he just has amnesia for no reason.

I liked the part where Maria told him to stop being a whiny little bitch and touched his sexy sexy chest though. That part was good.

Nooooo they don't.

Shadow literally says that he's been living with the pain of Maria's death for 50 years. The implication is that he was reliving the memory of her dying for the entirety of the time he was in containment. Gerald literally COULD NOT POSSIBLY have had anything to do with that fact. Gerald ONLY woke Shadow up allowing him to escape. And then he basically just told Shadow "yeah let's kill everyone on earth and also ourselves because it's really fucked up that Maria died" and Shadow goes "okay" even though he KNOWS FOR AN ABSOLUTE FACT that Maria would not have wanted him to do that and Gerald DOES NOT DISPUTE THAT FACT.

Shadow's desire for revenge actually doesn't make any sense in the movie, and it was NOT programmed into him by Gerald. You are taking an aspect of the plot from the video game and applying it to the movie, when the movie actually does not demonstrate that aspect. In the games, Gerald literally programmed Shadow to think Maria wanted revenge ("I designed his mind to be perfect, pure.") But in the movie Shadow KNOWS that Maria did NOT want revenge, and all Gerald says in response is "yeah who cares what Maria wanted, she's dead and that sucks."

If I wanted to be petty I'd say this fails the challenge but I'll be fair because all he said was that it was a "twist" on the way it was done in the games and not that it was an improvement or anything. Like I mentioned above, I like the scene of Maria and Shadow stargazing because it was also a twist on how the same scene was handled in the game. In the game Shadow and Maria are in space looking down on earth, whereas in the movie they're on earth looking up at space. I actually enjoy that. So I won't be a dick and say this video failed the challenge based on this line.

Even though he is objectively wrong and the way the movie handled the relationship between Gerald and Shadow and Shadow's motivation of wanting revenge literally doesn't make any fucking sense compared to the video game.

Except he already knew that. He literally says to Gerald that he doesn't think Maria would have wanted them to destroy the world. Nothing about Shadows memory of Maria and her wants and desires was altered or changed in this movie, so Shadow just suddenly going "oh yeah Sonic, you're right, Maria wouldn't have wanted me to kill everyone and also die" just comes off as really asinine writing because it happens literal minutes after Shadow ALREADY SAID OUT LOUD that he KNEW Maria wouldn't have wanted him to do this and Gerald just told him "who gives a shit what Maria would have wanted, she's dead and that sucks."

It comes off like Shadow is just a mindless drone doing whatever the last person he spoke to told him to do. Gerald says "let's kill everyone, Shadow" and Shadow says okay sure. Sonic says "hey, don't kill everyone Shadow" and Shadow says okay sure.

ACTUALLY NO HE FUCKING DIDN'T THOUGH???

SONIC LIVED ALONE IN A CAVE BY HIMSELF FOR TEN YEARS AFTER HE LOST LONGCLAW

NOBODY SUPPORTED HIM AND HELPED HIM THROUGH THE GRIEF OF LOSING LONGCLAW, HE WAS ALONE FOR TEN YEARS LIVING IN HIDING AND CONSTANT FEAR OF EVER BEING DISCOVERED.

He just fucking got over it. By himself. Alone. Which actually undermines the point your trying to make because Sonic and Shadow were both left to stew in the grief and resentment of their loss all by themselves, but Sonic just got over it and Shadow didn't.

what the FUCK are you TALKING ABOUT? What movies did you fucking WATCH?

yeah, for ten fucking seconds. And they interrupted it with Jim Carrey "comedy" cut aways. And the lyrics only play during the initial transformation sequence and them flying off, and NO lyrics play during the actual fight itself. Also the fight it just against some random robots which had no establishing moments explaining their existence, there's just suddenly robots now. And Sonic and Shadow carve through them completely effortlessly, while instrumentals of the song plays in the background. It fucking blows ass, I honestly don't know why they even bothered. It's very clear they only included the song out of a sense of obligation, and not passion.

AWWW YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, I FUCKING KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, LIKE IT ALWAYS DOES

YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME, I KNEW he couldn't fucking get through a video talking about why he thinks this stupid god awful movie is good without shit talking the video games.

9:45 practically the end of the fucking video and he COULDN'T FUCKING RESIST shit talking the video games.

You FUCKING TOLD ME to my FACE that "He judges the movie on its own and doesn't put down the games" WELL WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HUH?

HOW IS THIS NOT PUTTING DOWN THE GAMES?

This video FAILS, into the fucking trash it goes.

[gloomyteddybear]

the slang for journalist is vulture

oneshot

tw: emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, stalking;

roseville gazette may be bordering on yellow journalism but it was the only local press that actually went into detail of the ghostface murders, as short-staffed as it is (considering the fact that literally one guy photographed, wrote, interviewed, edited the whole beat--- maybe he used to be freelancer they managed to chain down), it was surprisingly informative on the subject matter, in other news? pun intended, it was comparatively bland in such a way that literally any other corporation would do the job.

but they don't cover the case, who the victims are, how horrific their deaths are, who are the main suspects, what are the patterns (they seemed random but oh-so meticulously planned), they only post obituaries and move on to cake recipes. to your average roseville citizen, who doesn't wish to buy another subscription, which press are they going to choose? entertainment value or a possible survival guide?

despite the short staff, they paid well and had a great newsroom, once upon a time each department had it's own working space and have little to no interruptions but due to the few people that are left--- both physically and metaphysically--- they now practically had their own private office to do as they please with the place.

though, you wished you had your own, too.

you were shadowing a guy named jed olsen, technically you were his fellow journalist. but with the few experience you had bossman decided that you two needed to 'share' an office (it felt more like jed's than anything), to "see a professional in action and get a feel for what you need to do." he said.

he's nice.

the only experience you got is as a lackey. sure, you helped, but it was minimal, he let you handle almost nothing unless under a lot of scrutiny (the guy is a perfectionist) or just flat out did everything himself, he's an over-achieving workaholic.

he was overbearing, but only in the literal by-the-letter sense, over bearing as in he puts too much on his plate.

he wasn't an asshole--- he was frustrating, sure, but he always made sure to let you sign your name in the proverbial group project, he brought coffee too (it was always a bit off from your actual taste, but you didn't want to be ungrateful) and was always nice. so, you simply did the 'seeing a professional in action' bit more than the 'get a feel for what you need to do', twiddling your thumbs as you watched him work.

were you any more lazier and/or more lacking in the empathy-good-for-lasting-healthy-relationships mindset, you'd be cheering and hollering at the opportunity.

you saw his eyebags from staying overnights, though. the faint swaying whenever he stood up, almost spilling or dropping whatever he held, rants growing more... well, affected by his lack of sleep, to put it nicely.

so, you did everything in your power to at least, somewhat share the burden, bring snacks or energy drinks, keep his desk organized just the way he liked it, stay out of his way, listen to his movie-nerd ramblings.

it was all fine and dandy--- you put a styrofoam cup on coffee on his table like clockwork--- until it wasn't.

you heard squeaky plastic get hit and fall "huh--- fuck! this?!... oh god, no... no no no! shit! shit..." he pleaded.

you leaned over to see... coffee spilled all over his photos and notes.

he blew up, face red and gritted teeth, "god, damn it. all... all those fucking sleepless nights--- the amount of crunching i did, gone! from a fucking shitty ass coffee! how the fuck am i supposed to meet the deadline! fuck!." he yanked on the longer strands of black hair in his scalp.

then he deflated, face in hands, "oh god... what am i going to do? what do i tell boss? how much is this going to affect..." he murmured

he pauses in his rant, eyes peeking through the gap of his fingers, glancing at your expression and immediately straightens up; he sighs, rubbing his arms and playing with the threads of his long sleeves, "it's fine nevermind, i should've told you that this table is wobbly. i'll- uh, i'll tell him that i... we couldn't meet the deadline, it wasn't your fault, i bit off more than i could work so... you ended up not having much to do---"

before he could continue putting fuel into another apology-fest you stopped that train of thought right in it's tracks, "wait wait--- no, you... how about you leave early today?"

"you want me to leave?!" he croaked, grip on the collar his shirt growing noose-like.

"no no! uh," you fumbled, "how about you... go get yourself a nice, deserved break huh? uh, i don't think boss would hold it against you, how about a walk? fresh air? get yourself something nice---" you crushed a bill into his loose hands, ignored his looks and pushed him out the door.

you put your hands at your hips, looked at the mess and sighed.

the wet pages were still on his desk, you carefully separate and spread them, the ones that were less likely to crumble were hanged in the developing-room. the ones that were too blurry you had to transcribe onto a neater page, the ones teared to bits were carefully jig-saw'd.

---jed didn't return, you did get some info on why during breakroom gossip, seems like he took your advice and clocked out early. funny how your schedules been reversed, the first to leave being the one to stay 'til nightfall for work they never contributed to---

pictures and notes neatly arranged all across the pages, many of those photos came varying and evolving in quality, not as in blurry or framed poorly but in what type of camera they were shot with. the drying marks and negative film pointed towards them being raw polaroids, though a few were made with instantfilm. at first, it seemed like nonsense, some type of art project in abstract figures but there was a clear pattern.

lanes fencing around a car, roads filled with a cluster of potholes, harsh angles and perspective shifts turning corners; a window peeking into someone's habitat, a spare key under varying hiding places, then a person hiding under their blanket in their sleep.

you rolled a thumb against the pad of your finger, it was weirdly slippery-- watery? that's weird... a bit stickier. is it still fresh out of the developing room?

you hear it before you no longer see it, just as you were about to investigate further, the telltale de-crescendo of all appliances losing their power and the following silence means only one thing--- the main switch is off. whoever it is, you know where they were.

don't go turn it on. trap. breathe in.

you stay put, crouching underneath a table. one minute, five, six, ten.

you round around a corner towards the fire escape--- stairs clanking with your descent, you skip a few steps, you run outside.

floodlights drenches your vision--- a voice yells your name and a wailing car horn and you instinctively scream, a door slams as a body moves to shield your eyes from the flickering headlights. a black car, in the night, of course you didn't see it in your panic, wouldn't even notice if it were parked right in front of you.

olsen comes out, he looked surprised and--- had the gall, to sound exasperated, "you were about to walk right into my car."

"wait, why are you here?" he answers with a fumbled "i can explain---"

"i told you to take a break and the first thing you do after curfew, is come back here?! i swear jed, do you want to get stabbed?!" you shriek.

'honest and easy-going my ass!'

he relaxes but still has the decency to fake a grimace, "maybe i could give you a ride home?" he offers.

"why would i need a ride? i have my own---" jed points towards the direction of your car, the excess flash of the headlights bouncing around the pavement show your slashed tires.

"i call shotgun."

"there's only one passenger aside from me and it's you."

"you don't know that, some guy tried to break in earlier--- what if they're a passenger princess with a shotgun?"

the rear-view mirror was angled oddly, reflecting only your person and not the road behind.

"good point." he agrees.

he didn't question you about the break-in.

[msola]

You know what is the problem with being late diagnosed AuDHD? That you know something is missing, but you don't know what is it. You have this whole schedule of calling to the people that are important to you (my mom after work and dad in the evening - yes, they are together, but I know they want to feel important separately not just treating them as whole COUPLE, but a whole individual person), but not missing them on daily basis. And THIS, this is what I felt what was missing from my life - you know this whole "missing people" case. I know that they love me and I would give them my kidney any day they ask, but I don't miss them, I don't feel the need to see them, I don't have this whole consuming feel of lacking something in my life. It doesn't mean I love them less - it means that my brain don't need them to be a whole, I don't fracture, I don't grave or lack.

Grieving my granddad was such an odd time in my life 0 I knew he was dead, I've cried when I've heard the news (I was at work at the time, in the work kitchen, sobbing - he has died because of COVID after long time of barely recognizing us after getting a dementia diagnose) and then I've cried in random times, like when I've heard a sad song or going on the alone walk - but not on daily basis. It was like being cut off from all this, all these feelings I've suppose to have,

Or like not recognizing when someone is into you - I know I'm not a supermodel, but I'm pretty decent slavic total - blonde, green eyes, freckles and full lips - I know I'm not bad sort, but... I'm always surprised when someone seems interested romantically or physically in me, for most of time I don't even see it until it's obvious (and by obvious I mean they tell me about it or like last week some guy caught me out of nowhere and told me that he could have my children because I've hit his all points on list (don't ask, I haven't ask what list and why should I bother cause, well I didn't care).

After getting a diagnose not only on ADHD (what I've expected cause c'mon it's easy if you read enough of the topic) but also about Autism spectrum... My life become so much easier - not easy, it's never going to be easy, not with all these social expectation of people on general, but easier. I breathe easier, I'm not ashamed to buy a Hello Ktten plushie anymore, cause it's seems to be attached to me from the moment I've seen them (have you ever be more reluctant to leave a plushie at shop than a friend in the club? cause I've had this panicky, sticky breathtaking feeling to keep a plushie, but never had the same about a friend... Maybe my brain recognize that a person can be left alone, cause you know - they are human and they have they own will but a plushie... I needed that plushie, okay?)

I'm rumbling, but... I would love to care about people the same way I cared about that plushie, or a dog or any other animal... But I don't. And I'm a walking contradiction, cause I love romantic shows, but romance in real live makes me cringe and run, I love to watch action movies, but a vision of danger paralyze me, I can clean my windows on fourth floor because it needs to be done, but looking down at the bridge gives me a panic attack.

Maybe I'll be fine as a paradox.

And maybe you will be fine too.

[sincapjelly]

Uhm so... I got a little insane over Pooh lore and... I have a whole long post about why I think Christopher and Darby are supposed to be siblings 🧍‍♀️...

SO! Starting from the obvious.

Look at them... just.... just look at them. Same bangs, blue eyes, same expressions, like heck! In the 2011 reboot, Christopher's hair was a lot darker than the og light brown, tell me it is not to match her better!

Not only that, but the way Christopher often checks her with his eyes throughout the episode like a big brother would to make sure his little sister is doing all fine.

Also the age gap. Christopher is canonically older in this show, so it makes me think the reason they'd be best friends is them being siblings. Because you know, especially as kids, age gaps play a huge role in friendships. Darby is canonically 6, so I assume Christopher is at least like 10. So not exactly the same age group.

But you know when age gaps don't matter? When you are siblings. Best friends and siblings makes so much sense to me. They'd most likely be besties with people their age and not with each other if they weren't siblings.

Another thing is the fact that Darby was the only other human to ever visit Hundred Acre Wood and befriend Christopher's toys. (Other than his literal wife and daughter in the live action movie, which again, his family.) Because like, this is all Christopher's world, his toys, his imagination. The fact that she was so naturally blended in makes me think they have to be siblings.

In the pilots of the show, there is a scene of the crew being scared of someone being in the Wood, then when Darby shows up they all relax and say "oh it's just her". Meaning they knew her prior to the show, potentially ever since she was born.

Because Christopher got Winnie when he was 1 year old, and the rest probably followed shortly after, this mean if they're siblings, the crew all knew Darby from the moment she was born, and she knew them too.

I know not all siblings are the same, but I have a little brother who is 7 years younger than me. The moment he was born, I wanted to include him in my own imagination and the friendship I had with my favourite toys. I believe this is what happened with Christopher too.

Another thing is, Christopher's mother. I know, I know, this sounded so weird but. Just look at her in the 1988 show...

Like that's so grown up Darby isn't it? Also, her name's apparantly "Dorothy/Daphne" so, we can also say lore wise this could have been where Darby got her name.

There is also something my wife mentioned. Remember that Darby has that monkey toy?

So yeah. There was this episode in the 1988 show where Christopher has a gift for a friend of his, which is a robot gorilla. Episode info down below!

So her point is that, Darby's monkey toy could be a callback to this episode, meaning that we can expect that in the cgi show, "Bruno" of this canon was meant for Darby.

And I briefly mentioned this before but... Do we seriously think, that Christopher would let just any kid play with Winnie?? He wouldn't give Winnie to Darby if they were just unrelated friends that see each other from time to time.

It just doesn't make sense for them to not be siblings honestly. Because the whole thing is Christopher's own, some random kid can not access his dream world and his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood, come on!

You don't just, tell your friend what you play and what worlds you imagine with your toys and suddenly make them a part of it. Friendships between unrelated people and siblings are different. The fact that Christopher shares that with Darby is enough to make the believe they are siblings.

Darby not only becomes a part of Christopher's imaginary world, she adds to it. Together they make new rules and status quo, expand the Hundred Acre Wood together. He not just lets her in, but gives her full power over their world. You don't just let anybody into your dream world like that.

Christopher only shows up twice in My Friends Tigger and Pooh. One being the Many Thanks to Christopher Robin one, and the other being the frog one.

In Many Thanks to Christopher Robin, Darby seems sad that everyone's there except Christopher. And then he shows up immediately. That whole scene is so little sister wanting her brother and best friend there with her. The same thing happens when he follows them on their mission to help.

Just watch her and tell me this is not a little sister being happy that her brother finally has time to play with her again:

Also in this episode, Christopher makes it clear that he knows about the whole Super Sleuth thing which is something Darby adds to their imaginary world.

Since Christopher is older here than he is in the movies, it explains why Darby wouldn't be in other Pooh media. She is simply just too little to play or she isn't even born yet. It also explains why he was absent in the CG show. Just like the movies, he is off to school, only being able to play with her in these two days.

The other episode is when Darby thinks she turned Christopher into a frog, which of course, couldn't be further from the truth. He meets them in the end of the episode, and she hugs him and they're glad he isn't a frog, etc.

Here I want to point out their body language around each other. The hug, the hand holding, it's so a little sister and a big brother I can not explain it. A sister who thought she turned her brother and best friend into a frog forever and then realises it's not true at all. She sees him and runs to him immediately. Like those are siblings look at them :(

I can probably add more, but I think this is enough for now?

[edgy-ella]

Overall I liked the Sonic 3 trailer, but there’s a couple things about it that have left me pondering over the nature of video game adaptations as a whole.

As I said in my initial post, the one thing that really stuck out to me about the trailer was Sonic being seemingly commissioned by GUN to find and detain Shadow rather than the plotline we all know from SA2 where Sonic is wrongfully accused for Shadow’s crimes (some fans interpret this as a deliberate coverup on GUN’s end while others see it as a genuine mistake). That makes up a huge part of SA2’s plot and a majority of its most iconic levels. City Escape, Metal Harbor, and Green Forest simply don’t happen without Sonic being persecuted and arrested by GUN first. Given the way Eggman and Gerald appear in the trailer, I think it’s safe to say that the similarly iconic scenes of Eggman blowing up the moon with the Eclipse Cannon and Gerald’s video diary where he vows to wipe out humanity with a colony drop won’t show up, either.

It’s got me thinking: why aren’t most video game film adaptations treated the same way that book adaptations are?

Most of the time when people adapt a famous book into a movie, the book’s core narrative is left intact for the film. They may cut some scenes for time, but overall, it’s the same story with the same major plot beats.

This is not always the case for many video game movies, especially the Sonic movies. The first movie had basically nothing to do with the series—you could copy paste any furry into Sonic’s shoes and the only thing that would change are a few action setpieces. Sonic 2 is way, way better, but it still mostly pulls random bits and pieces of Sonic iconography then stitches them together to form a narrative. Big parts of the original Sonic 3 & Knuckles story are cut out, most notably Angel Island. And like, for those movies, I think that’s fine. There’s not exactly a lot to pull from in the Genesis games they took inspiration from, so I don’t mind them mixing things up a bit.

But why continue to take that approach for Sonic 3 when Sonic Adventure 2, the one game they’re undoubtedly taking the most inspiration from, already has a perfectly fine story to adapt?

I still think that SA2 has the best story of any Sonic game, partially because the lack of a hub world gives the whole thing very cinematic pacing. Honestly, you could cut or abridge some of the emerald hunting stuff and turn in SA2’s story as is for a movie and it’d work. All it would really need would be some minor adjustments to make it a little less janky. I’m definitely not the only one who thinks that, too. SA2 is a golden cow among Sonic fans, as well as one of the rare 3D Sonic games that a lot of non-Sonic fans will praise. People like this game and they like the story. Why isn’t it being adapted properly?

In a weird way, I’m reminded of Netflix Death Note or those Resident Evil movies from the 2000s that just did whatever they wanted for years on end. Adaptations that pulled from its source material every once in a while, but mostly do their own thing. And that bugs me! SA2 has such a strong story, it sucks to see them tamper with it.

I can already see some of you saying “It’s an adaptation! They’re allowed to make changes!” It’s the style of adaptation that bothers me. It’s the difference between Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 and Brotherhood. I wanted the SA2 movie to be treated more like Brotherhood, not the rewritten 2003 adaptation.

[marylily-my-beloved]

Marauders head canons (love language edition) P2: the boys

P1: here (yes I did make the P2 two months later.)

James. James. James. He would be into very extravagant gestures and gifts, and everything really. He would always love gifting people really nice fancy (expensive) stuff, and would always do big events. Completely opposite though, he would loveee simple guestures, simple touches just whenever he’s out with his significant other, simple birthday party’s, barely any events, he just wants to be loved in silence.

Sirius wouldn’t really be much into the grand guestures, more small diy gifts or anything that makes him think of his partner. Also like just random un-sirius gifts he thinks they’ll love (eg: he got Remus a crescent moon earring bc he hates the full moon but loves the moon when it’s not full). He would love physical touch when given to him, it’s like this thing where he truly only feels comfortable with a partner if he lets them casually touch him, and it just makes him melt into a puddle.

Remus would always show his love by doing the most random things ever. Whether that is making his lover a flower crown of their favourite flower, or holding their hand whenever he could. You name it, he did it. Remus would always want his partner to feel valued in any way and every way. He would love being touched, it would make him feel really loved, like every time of touch imaginable (even sometimes violent touches :() would make him feel less insecure about himself, and feel like he deserved to be loved, because he always thought he didnt deserve to be held, to be touched.

Regulus. Is. A. Cuddler. That’s it, he loves cuddling and loves to be the little small spoon. Not just that actually, he also loves quality time, both ways, spending time with his partner because he feels that’s the only way to truly appreciate someone. He also finds it really special whenever someone gives him something because he’s barely ever gotten gifts from people, especially from his ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ and he also loves getting random weird DIY shit like he eats that up.

Peter would love doing stuff for his Partner, like he would always be a actions of service (?) kind of guy. You ask him FOR anything and he would do it, no matter how vile or weird or funny. He would do anything to show his love and appreccation because nobody rlly did that for him growing up. He would love TOUCH, TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH. Cuddling, hugging, hand holding, and also the occasional hand on shoulder bc he is either shorter or taller than his partner.

BARTY CROUCH... JR. Biter. Wound maker (with consent). Touches both soft and light and comforting, and also like biting. Both ways. That's all you need to know about that smart ass (and fine ass) man.

EVAN MF ROSIER. Kill me if you please, but this man would give GIFTS that are the most random and vile and weird gifts but they would be so cuteeeeee. Like imagine his partner gettinga wisdom tooth necklace with his wisdom teeth or smth, like weird digusting but also omgg like he did that, for his partner so yeah. He would feel appreciated and loved when his partner would spend time with him, doing anything, baking, sleeping, watching movie, staring at each other when having a friend dinner, chilling on their phones watching tiktoks, killing ppl together. The works.

FRANK. Frankly I have a feeling that Frank would be so into just downright praising people, or like affirming them. Even if they weren't dating he would just go like 'Aww thanks, you did amazing! You're so good at this babes!" and then he wonders why everybody is in love with him... He would love just telling people that they're good ppl, or they're amazing or affirming them bc it's in his blood and viens (projecting again...) and he would just love showing his LOVE AND ADMIRATION through words! He would also need the exact same thing back though, poor guy frankly can't live without ppl telling them they love him (same man same). He also loves winning quidditch games for his partner, like those basketball guys who are like 'this ones for you' and they acc make it? lol.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hiya! could I do a romance matchup request for spn, marvel and kingsman please! C:

I am 19 and a straight female so id like male matches please! the only exclusions id ask is for kingsman to have one of the younger(?) characters eg eggsy, whiskey, tequila- as much as i love harry and merlin it would be more like as mentors! and for marvel id be cool with like anyone besides peter because again lil brother vibes haha!

appearance: 5’7”, long dark blonde hair, blue eyes. very girly style, fake tan, glowy natural makeup. glasses if im at home, contacts if im going out.

i am very loud, bubbly and comedic, but i do also need time to decompose and relax. i am an emotionally lead person but it takes me time to open up to others. clumsy, academically smart but lacking in common sense at times. totally fine standing up for myself in an argument but cannot physically fight to save my life. my friends often say i am a drama queen! my confidence tends to falter when it comes to romance and i can get unusually nervous, but once im comfortable I’d become very affectionate.

likes: drawing, sweet scents, sweet foods, spicy foods, tea, candles, flowers & houseplants, anything pink, comedy and action movies. forever a pop music girly but also a bit of a lover of rock. beaches, historical landmarks and random facts.

i hope this is okay, tysm ^-^

Hello!

I made sure to not choose any of the characters you did not want.

I hope you like your matchups!

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Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, Kingsman, and Marvel

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Dean Winchester -

You weren’t supposed to be in danger.

You were just visiting a small town, enjoying a little getaway, when things went horribly wrong.

One minute, you were enjoying a late-night walk, admiring the moonlit scenery, and the next, you were running for your life as a werewolf set its sights on you.

You tripped - of course you did, because clumsiness is your curse - and just when you thought it was over, a gunshot rang out.

You hoped for a silver bullet.

You barely had time to process the silver bullet taking the creature down before a man with a leather jacket, green eyes, and a cocky smirk helped you up.

“You alright, sweetheart? ‘Cause that was a hell of a close call.”

You were too out of breath to do much more than nod, but the second wave of panic kicked in, and Dean was right there to calm you down, cracking a joke to ease your nerves.

Dean never expected you to stick around, but somehow, you did.

You shouldn't have, but you had already seen too much.

You were too curious about the supernatural world to walk away, and let’s be honest - Dean kind of liked having you around.

Your bubbly personality was a stark contrast to his gruff demeanor, but you had this infectious energy that made even the worst hunts a little lighter.

You always brought sweet-smelling candles to the bunker because, “Dean, it smells like a man cave in here, and not in a good way.”

Dean pretended to roll his eyes but secretly liked them, especially the vanilla-scented ones.

You bonded over rock music, arguing about the best bands.

"Sweetheart, if you say one more pop song is better than Zeppelin, I’m leaving you on the side of the road."

You’d bake together, you enjoying the process and Dean just wanting to eat.

He’d steal bites of cookie dough and claim it was for "quality control."

Will help make pie with you.

Dean knew he was screwed when he caught himself staring at you a little too long.

The way your nose scrunched up when you laughed?

The way you always made sure he had a hot cup of tea after a long day?

The way you absentmindedly hummed classic rock songs?

Yeah, he was a goner.

You weren’t much better.

Your confidence always took a nosedive when it came to romance, so you brushed off your feelings.

But the tension?

Palpable.

Sam noticed.

Cas noticed.

Hell, even Crowley probably noticed.

Dean started getting more protective, always standing just a little too close when you were on a case, hand hovering near your waist as if ready to pull you back at any moment.

And oh, when someone flirted with you at a bar?

The way his jaw clenched?

You’d never seen him down a beer so fast just to get you out of there.

He even stopped bringing other women around.

How odd, you thought.

It happened after another close call on a hunt.

You almost got hurt - again - and Dean just lost it.

“I can’t keep doing this, sweetheart. Watchin' you almost die. Thinkin' about what I’d do if you weren’t here. I- hell, I’m no good at this, but I think about you all the damn time.”

You were stunned, heart pounding, and it took all your courage to blurt out, “Good, because I think about you all the damn time too.”

Dean just looked at you, then kissed you, desperate, yet still soft, like he’d been waiting forever to do it.

Mornings together are slow, filled with teasing as you steal his flannel shirts and complain about how he steals the covers.

Sweet gestures like him buying you flowers randomly.

"Just 'cause, alright? Don't make a thing out of it."

Candlelit movie nights - you’d watch action and cowboy films with him, and he’d begrudgingly watch your pop star documentaries in return.

Protectiveness cranked to a hundred.

You stub your toe?

He’s checking it like you broke your foot, carrying you around until you beg him to let you walk on your own.

"I'm fine, De."

"Nope, I'm gonna carry you forever. Don't want you stubbin' your toes again."

Someone looks at you wrong?

He’s staring them down.

"De, stop glaring at the puppy."

"He's givin' ya a weird look."

He would die for you.

But also, he would kill for you.

"I'd kill for you, ya'know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, De."

Just saying.

~~~

Kingsman;

Tequila -

You were a brand-new recruit at Statesman, fresh out of training, and trying very hard not to let the nerves get to you.

Tequila noticed you the moment you walked in, all confidence with that girly style that made you stand out in the sea of tough agents.

“Damn, sugar, didn’t know we had a beauty contest going on.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the grin.

Oh, so he’s that kind of guy, eh?

Tequila flirted with you constantly, but it quickly became your dynamic - fast-paced, playful, and full of teasing.

You’d playfully call him “Cowboy Casanova” when he got too cocky.

He’d make it his mission to get you to flush, just to watch you fluster about for a second.

Training together?

He’d push you hard but always made sure to make you laugh in between.

You were terrible at hand-to-hand combat.

“I ain’t lettin’ you fight anyone, darlin’, but I’ll teach you how to duck.”

Will pin you to the mat-

It snuck up on him.

One day, the flirting wasn’t just flirting.

He wanted you to be his.

And he wanted to be yours...

He got jealous when another agent hit on you, wrapping an arm around you and grinning, “She’s spoken for, partner.”

You thought that he was just saying that to get the other agent away from you, and it worked, and you were thankful - the guy was weird - but his words made your cheeks burn.

You would find out soon enough that he was serious about you.

The confession?

Smooth as ever.

A casual, “So when are we gonna stop pretendin’ we ain’t crazy about each other?”

He calls you “sugar” and “darlin’” like second nature.

Tequila spoils you - flowers, good food, and slow dances in the kitchen.

He loves lazy beach days with you, watching you bask in the sun while he brags, “Best lookin’ woman in all the world, right there.”

Protective, but in a teasing way.

“Ain’t nobody gonna mess with my girl, not unless they wanna meet my rifle.”

Massages, he's pretty good at them.

No more knots in your shoudlers, that's for sure.

Surprise forehead kisses.

Constantly.

You've been warned.

~~~

Marvel;

Thor Odinson -

You joined the Avengers with a vibrant personality and an eye-catching, girly style- something Thor found delightful.

He was fascinated by how effortlessly you could make even the grumpiest teammates laugh.

(Cough Bucky cough).

You told him random historical facts, and he was genuinely enthralled, often responding with, “Truly? Midgard is full of wonders!”

Thor was immediately taken with you, but it wasn’t just attraction - it was the way you shined, how you made every room brighter just by being in it.

He loved listening to you ramble about your favorite movies and songs, even if he barely understood what “pop music” meant.

You taught him how to make tea properly, and now he insists on brewing it for you every morning, proudly calling it “a Midgardian ritual of great importance.”

The protectiveness?

On another level.

He didn’t just stand near you on missions - he practically formed a shield around you.

“None shall harm you while I stand, Lady Y/N.”

Thor doesn’t do subtle.

When he realizes his feelings, he doesn’t hesitate.

One day, after a particularly dangerous mission, he pulls you aside, brows furrowed in concern.

“I do not wish to waste another moment in uncertainty. My heart belongs to you, and I would be honored if you allowed me to cherish you as more than a confidant.”

You’re stunned, nervous as hell, but when you admit you feel the same, he grins like the sun before lifting you off your feet in a victorious, bone-crushing, Thor hug.

Super affectionate.

Thor is all about physical touch.

If you’re in the room, he’s holding your hand, carrying you effortlessly, or pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

Gifts you Asgardian jewelry, always picking out gems that remind him of your eyes. “This crystal shines like the wamrth of your gaze, my love.”

Big spoon forever.

(Will be little spoon for you though-)

You curl into him at night, and he wraps you up like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

Museume dates!

Loves brushing your hair.

He’s fascinated by the softness and will run his fingers through it absentmindedly.

Will let your brush his hair too, and braid it!

Whenever you bake, he gets way too excited about trying all the sweet treats.

“By the gods, Midgardian food is a gift! Another!"

"Thor, you already had four slices."

Carries you all the time.

You could be walking just fine, and suddenly, boom, you’re in his arms.

“Why walk when I can carry you, my love?”

Flowers?

All the time.

Thor will pick entire fields of flowers just to make you smile.

"Thor, where did you get those flowers?"

"I retreived them from the garden outside the Tower."

Poor Pepper, those were her favorites.

[constantineshots]

If hellblazer got another live action adaptation, who do you think should play John? (other than matt ryan and Keanu reeves)

Who is ur chas fancast? ( I want Simon peg but I think he's too old :( )

do you want it to be part of the new dceu or as a standalone HBO or Netflix project?

do you want a movie or a show?(and how many episodes)

Who should write the script and who do think can direct it?

see, i think that's the issue to begin with. we're picking famous people. i think a hellblazer adaptation should just be a bunch of randoms. while i'd love hellblazer to have a high budget, i really do not trust anyone with lots of money to handle it. i don't trust a big organization to handle it- certainly not hbo or anything like that ( though i'd be watching it anyway.... )

i want some random british guy off the streets. one of those rugged guys that looks like he's going to collapse at any given second. pick me up one of those. i would much prefer some random guy who has the accent, has the attitude, and can maintain that strong sense of john. you know when john's writers always end up having some weird experience where they've met him? yeah. if some guy gives you that feeling of "what the fuck" grab him. grab the guy that makes you feel unsettled.

chas fancasting... i agree with simon pegg being too old for the start, and he's more of a comedian. he has too much light in his eyes to be friends with john constantine. but again, i don't think hellblazer should have famous actors- in my opinion, that ruins it's charm.

no hate to matt ryan, though. while there were some inaccuracies with the show, i did enjoy his presence on it.

i have to say, i would prefer an indie company handling this. in my opinion, netflix and hbo like to take things and see how they can make it more profitable. i have a gripe with a few netflix shows that they just cancel even though they were decent because they didn't make enough money, and that in itself would enrage me if it happened with hellblazer. i know the sandman show confused me with some bits regarding lucifer ( "it's not that big of a deal that it wasn't that one gu-" ITS A BIG DEAL TO ME!!!! TO ME WHEN I HAVE MY LITTLE BOOK OPEN AND IM READING IT WORD FOR WORD ON THE 3RD REWATCH!!!! but this is not a sandman blog ), so imagine how i'd be with a hellblazer adaptation ( constantine was on thin fucking ice. i think i only enjoyed it because it's all i had and keanu reeves was john but americanized and i didn't like that i'm SORRY does not match his voice in my head. but the movies are enjoyable if you have no hellblazer knowledge ).

i think it'd be a standalone. hellblazer isn't really for the big shots. however, if they have swamp thing cameoing, or zatanna, or characters who do have cameos in hellblazer, then i'd be fine with that being the connection to the dceu.

i'd want it to be a show! i feel like there's enough hellblazer content to allow it to be one. also because if sandman can be a show then so can hellblazer.

i apologize if my tone comes off as hostile at all; i promise it's not. i'm just very passionate!

[agentnico]

Hit Man (2024) review

Is it too late to start a campaign for Glen Powell to be cast in Knives Out 3? Think he’d fit right into Rian Johnson’s world of suspects. Also I’d just love to see Powell riff off Daniel Craig’s Benoit Blanc. Then again I’d watch anyone riff off Benoit Blanc. Gosh I love those Knives Out films - can’t wait for the next one.

Plot: Gary Johnson is the most sought-after professional killer in New Orleans. To his clients, he is like something out of a movie: the mysterious gun for hire. But if you pay him to rub out a cheating spouse or an abusive boss, you'd better watch out, he works for the cops. When he breaks protocol to help a desperate woman trying to flee an abusive husband, he finds himself becoming one of his false personas, falling for the woman and flirting with becoming a criminal.

The ever so reliable Richard Linklater has up-kept such a varied filmography, but one of which all the films have a certain vibe to them. They are all “chill” movies. Even his more daring out-there projects like the sci-fi thriller adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s novel A Scanner Darkly in the hands of another director would have been this sprawling cyberpunk noir epic on the scale of Blade Runner, however Linklater’s take holds this passive coolness about it, that only a Linklater such as himself can do. With his new film Hit Man, he’s following up his interest in picking out random crazy true stories from newspaper articles (as he previously did with Bernie, the 2011 Jack Black dark comedy that is a fine watch, but features arguably the worst movie poster in film history), and this movie has had one hell of a ride through the film festival circuit last year. Rave review after rave review painting this to be the best rom-com of the last century. Of course the last thing I’d expect is for something to be overrated, cause I mean that never happens, so naturally I prepared for the second coming of Christ as this film released on Netflix this week.

Hit Man is a perfectly fun Richard Linklater film, with a simple yet quirky story that is filled with enough twists and turns on the way, fantastic chemistry from its two main stars and yet again that signature chill hang-out feel the director is known for. Naturally going to give this movie credit where credit is due, it has already begun an online trend amongst folks on Letterboxd leaving one-liner reviews saying “it’s a hit, man!”, so now just wondering how long it will take for that joke to get old. Clue: it already was. However as for it being the best romantic comedy ever, it is far from it. Again, it’s a good time, but the movie relies most sorely on its superstar central performance.

Glen Powell truly exemplifies as Gary Johnson. To be fair, this role is a dream for any actor, allowing them to stretch their skills to take on multiple different personas, such like James McAvoy in Split or on a smaller scale Tom Hardy in Legend. And so a major entertainment factor throughout the first half of the movie was seeing Powell take on the different eccentric disguises, whether it be a stone cold generic hit man with a focus on attitude and professionalism (I’m assuming this was inspired somewhat by Alain Delon’s steely-eyed loner in 1967’s Le Samouraï); to a soft spoken Englishman dressed in 70s yellow, holding them oh-so eloquently as if he’s just walked off the set of a Wes Anderson production; to wading through the New Orleans heat while wrapped in black leather, the stub of a cigar poking through his stringy black hair, adopting a strong Eastern European accent to growl out his responses, very reminiscent of the stoic Russian stereotype from action flicks. It’s all fun and games and Glen Powell truly steps up to the task. To be fair to him the guy has been solid since I’ve first seen him back in Linklater’s other movie Everybody Wants Some!!, and since then it’s hard to overlook the guy’s natural charm and charisma. Even if he does look a little like a capybara - once again thank you to the lovely world of the internet for enlightening me with that comparison that now I can’t take out of my head. As for Powell’s counterpart, Adria Arjona is perfectly fine as the love interest, however he chemistry with Powell is off the charts. The two seem so natural riffing off one another that I found them much more believable to whatever Powell and Sydney Sweeney were up to last year (off or on camera that is).

The film does suffer from some pacing issues, especially to the middle when it lingers a little too long on the rom-com cliches, so much so that it slows down the film to a halt and I’m like I get it, you love each other, you’ve consummated this point a gazillion times already, so get on with it! But then it does get going again, and I really enjoyed Austin Amelio (Dwight from The Walking Dead) playing, essentially, the dick of the rom-com genre. You know the guy who always gets in the way of the couple and tries to screw things over. It helps that Amelio has a really punchable face, so he fit the bill. I also appreciated the infusion of philosophical insights during Gary’s teaching classes that provided an unexpected layer of intellect, elevating the overall experience. And this movie features some truly laugh out loud moments. Like it’s been a while where I’ve seen a modern comedy that had me laugh out loud. Usually I just politely chuckle. So yep, it’s a solid good time, and the two leads are delightful to watch, but this isn’t Linklater’s best work. Again, don’t let that sway you away, this is an entertaining little film for what it is. All pie is good pie.

Overall score: 7/10

[notsafeforlunch]

Unexpected Twists - Liv and Ash.

TW: emeto, sickness. This is my first published sickfic, I hope you like it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sunset lights cast a warm glow over the town as Asher drove towards the local cinema. A random Wednesday night had turned into an impromptu movie date for him and Olivia and they chatted animatedly about the film they were about to see, the excitement mirrored in the sparkle of their eyes and the shared laughter. 

Asher, with his enthusiasm for special effects, shared his anticipation for the stunning visuals that the movie had been so popular for. Olivia, the romantic dreamer, eagerly talked about the potential love story woven into the narrative. They shared a brief, affectionate look, the promise of a day filled with enchantment unfolding before them.

He parked the car near the cinema entrance, and as soon as they got out of the vehicle, the aroma of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, igniting their senses. Olivia couldn't help but nudge Asher playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can already taste that popcorn. Let's get a huge tub to share, okay?" "I wouldn't want it any other way, babe" he said, placing a kiss on top of her head, effortlessly, due to the height gap between them, as they strolled hand in hand towards the line of the concession stand, where they  exchanged fondlings until it was their time to order. A colossal bucket of popcorn to share, accompanied by a large coke for each. 

Finding their seats in the dimly lit theater, they settled in. The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the movie, and they snuggled into their seats, eager for the cinematic adventure to unfold.

The movie transported the audience into a mystical realm filled with towering castles, lush landscapes, and mythical creatures. The special effects were nothing short of spectacular, captivating viewers from the first frame. Liv looked up to see Asher eyes sparkling, because she just couldn't handle how sweet he looked, amazed by something she knew he liked so much. He pulled her closer, when he noticed her loving eyes towards him

The breathtaking landscapes and thrilling action sequences were punctuated by moments of genuine emotion. Olivia, realizing she hadn't eaten since lunch, dug into the popcorn with newfound enthusiasm. The crunching sounds filled the quiet moments of the film as she devoured the popcorn.

"SO delicious!" she whispered to him, rolling her eyes with pleasure, licking her own buttery fingertips. "Don't you want some?" Asher chuckled, accepting the popcorn. "Thanks, Liv. You really know how to enjoy your snacks."

Throughout the film, Olivia and Asher couldn't help but share other whispered comments and excited glances about the scenes. The chemistry between the main characters sparked a sense of awe and admiration, mirroring the connection Olivia and Asher felt in their own lives.

However, as the movie progressed, Liv's initial excitement gave way to an unexpected sensation. A subtle discomfort crept into the pit of her stomach, causing her to shift uneasily in her seat. At first, it was a gentle flutter, an inconspicuous whisper of discomfort that she attempted to brush off, determined not to ruin the day for Asher.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting the angle of her legs and fidgeting with the straw of her Coke. As the minutes passed, the sensation morphed into a persistent knot, tightening with each passing moment and a feeling of uncomfortable warmth growing bigger and bigger. Olivia discreetly pressed her hand against her stomach, hoping the pressure would alleviate the growing unease.

Beside her, Asher noticed something was off. "Liv, everything okay?" he asked with concern etched across his face. Forcing a smile, she nodded. "Yeah, just a little off. Shouldn't have eaten so much popcorn so fast. But don't worry, I'm fine." Unconvinced, Asher reached for her hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles. Olivia welcomed the gesture, hoping the gentle touch would quell the rising discomfort. Yet, the uneasy sensation persisted, growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Attempting to distract herself, she turned her attention back to the movie, but the queasiness persisted. The vibrant colors on the screen seemed to blur as her focus wavered. Feeling a subtle dizziness, she stretched her neck, hoping to alleviate the tension that had crept into her muscles.

"Are you sure you're okay, boo?" Olivia was thankful for Asher's caring nature, but remained adamant. "I'm fine, Ash, really. Let's just enjoy the movie. It'll pass."

Asher couldn't shake off his concern, sensing something was amiss. "Is it really just your stomach or is there something else?" From the rapidly changing lights and colors in the room, he couldn't tell for sure, but Olivia's face looked a little pale. "I don't know, I feel kinda hot." She confessed, despite her extremities; hands and feet; seemed colder than ever. Concerned, Asher touched her face, as if checking for a fever. His touch felt warmer and drier than her skin, which led her to conclude that she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go home." he said, preparing to move. "No! It's the middle of the movie, what are you thinking?" she answered, reaching for his arm to keep him from standing up. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "If you're doing it because of me, don't worry, Liv. I'd rather take you home than have you suffer through this. We can come back and watch the movie another time." She held his hand once more: "It will pass. I promise. If it doesn't, I'll let you know and we can go."

In a final attempt to distract herself, Olivia took a sip of Asher's coke, hoping the effervescence might settle her stomach. Yet, the sensation of nausea persisted, growing more pronounced and impossible to ignore. Minutes later, a wave of lightheadedness washed over her, and she subtly gripped the armrests of her seat.

She could hear the people laughing from a funny scene, but couldn't even tell what the funny line was. She had her eyes closed, trying to focus on her breathing, but nothing seemed to help.

Feeling the onset of an unwelcome ordeal, Olivia finally turned to Asher with a defeated expression and a tearful tone: "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I really don't feel well now. I think we should go."

Quick as an arrow, Asher stood up, completely ignoring the fact that people in the back rows might have a partially impaired view of the screen. "Come here, let's get you home." he stretched out his hands towards his girlfriend to help her stand. "Can you walk?" Asher asked, willing to carry her if necessary. "Yeah, yeah, let's just… go."

As they made their way out of the dimly lit movie theater, the hallway's bright lights felt harsh against Olivia's sensitive eyes. The unease in her stomach had escalated, and a subtle dizziness had turned into a disorienting sway. Asher, then, wrapped a supportive arm around her, steadying her as they navigated through the bustling crowd.

With each step, Olivia leaned on her loving boyfriend, appreciating his strength and stability. 

Reaching the car, Asher opened the passenger door and gently guided Liv into the seat. He leaned the seat backward, allowing her to recline a bit, hoping it would provide some relief. Olivia sighed, grateful for the gesture, and closed her eyes, attempting to find comfort in the darkness behind her eyelids.

"How does that make you feel? Better or worse?" He inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Olivia took a moment to assess the change. The reclined seat offered a brief reprieve from the overwhelming discomfort, but the underlying unease persisted. She managed a faint smile and answered: "A little better, thanks. I think I just need a moment."

"I'm right here." He said. The subtle hum of the car engine and the distant chatter from the cinema's exit created a cocoon of tranquility around them. Some minutes later, she exclaimed: "I think I can make it home now, babe. Please." 

With that, Asher put the seatbelt on her, closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's side, and started the car. The engine's purr filled the air as they began the journey home.

"Oh no!" Liv exclaimed, minutes later, feeling the swaying motion of the car bringing all her nausea back. She clutched her stomach, a desperate attempt to contain the heaves. Asher glanced at her with concern, his focus momentarily shifting from the road. "What 's wrong?"

Liv forced herself to sit up, despite the reclined seat and the rattling of the car over a bumpy street, pressing her lips together, unable to answer, determined to avoid any embarrassing moments in the confined space of the car. Asher kept asking multiple times what was wrong, trying to focus on both her and the road. Her hand fumbled around the interior of the car and the front door pocket, looking for a plastic bag. With a quick glance at the glove compartment, she reached for it and opened it in haste, but couldn't find anything there.

"Babe, talk to me. What do you need? Are you going to throw up?"

She nodded weakly, unable to muster the strength to speak.The swaying of the car combined with the bumpy street had pushed her to her limit, and she desperately tried to keep everything under control.

"Damn, there's nowhere to stop." Ash said to himself, desperately hoping to pull over so his girl could relieve herself. Responding swiftly, with a mix of urgency and determination, he managed to reach his arm back to the floor of the back seats, grabbing a small shopping bag that he knew had been left there.. Liv was now in full distress, her face turning green and her groans getting louder.

"Here" he said, handing it to Liv.

She gratefully accepted the bag, relief washing over her face. In a swift motion, she positioned the bag just in time as her body gave in to the nausea.

The quiet confines of the car were abruptly shattered by a series of guttural sounds. Just when Olivia thought she couldn't endure it any longer, the next wave hit with a force that nearly sent her sprawling. A surge of stomach-churning heaves expelled a much larger volume, her belly contracting.

Each heave was a forceful expulsion, leaving Liv feeling momentarily weightless before the next wave hit. The cramps in her belly tightened and released in sync with the violent contractions, creating a relentless rhythm of discomfort. Gasps for breath punctuated the symphony, revealing the toll the ordeal was taking on her.

"Oh my God, finally."  Finally spotting a quieter side road, Asher made a swift turn, the car coming to a stop. He opened the door by his side and jumped out the car, running to the other side and opening Liv's door as well. "I'm so sorry, baby girl." he said, caressing her back, his heart breaking for seeing her in such suffering.

The involuntary burps that followed each heave only added to the disconcerting symphony of bodily functions. Nothing was coming out anymore, but she had her face positioned in the center of the opened bag, now filled with body fluids and pieces of undigested corn husk.

Olivia, then, felt a surge of terrible remorse. The weight of embarrassment and vulnerability settled heavily upon her, and she avoided meeting Asher's gaze for a moment.

On the other hand, his eyes softened, reflecting not judgment but a compassionate understanding. "Can I do something for you? Maybe get you some water?" she shook her head. "Let me throw this away." Ash asked for the plastic bag, afraid that the sight from the inside could make Liv even sicker.

She then led the gross bag to him and he walked a few steps far to throw it away in a toter cart in front of a house nearby.

"Hey, are you crying?" he asked, noticing that she was sobbing, both hands covering her face, when he came back. "No, no, babe. You're scaring me. Why do you cry?"

His face shifted from concern to a deeper worry, gently reaching for her hands, urging her to lower them.

"I... I don't know. I'm just embarrassed, and I hate that this happened. It 's so gross. I am sorry, Ash. I ruined our movie date."

Asher's expression softened with relief. He was genuinely scared that her crying had something to do with the sickness, terrified of the idea that she could be in pain.

"You didn't ruin anything, Livy, none of this is your fault. You can't blame yourself for being sick." he gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek "I care about you, more than anything. More than about a little mess in the car or a movie that I can still watch afterwards. Ok? Don't be sorry."

Olivia nodded, appreciating the reassurance and compassion in her partner's words.

"My real concern now is… do I have to take you to a hospital? Call your parents? Has it ever happened to you before?"

He wanted to know, feeling that this episode had been more than just an upset stomach thing.

"I've had a blood pressure drop once, back home. It just wasn't as bad as today, but my eyesight got blurry and I threw up in the shower" she said, remembering the last time she felt bad "Argh! It was gross, too. It doesn't require a doctor, though. And calling my parents would only make them worry, so I think… Just take me home, Ash. You've done enough for me for a lifetime."

Asher understood Liv's reluctance to involve her parents or seek medical help, but he also felt the need to ensure her safety. "I know you just want to rest, after everything, but I can't just leave you alone" He then proposed an alternative. "So, you either come to my house, so I can keep a closer eye on you, or I stay the night at your place to be with you in case something happens. What's your choice?"

Liv, a bit taken aback by the prospect of spending the night alone with her relatively new boyfriend, felt a sudden surge of anxiety. The idea of such intimacy in their fledgling relationship made her slightly rigid.

"Nothing that you don't want is going to happen. I promise." He said, touching her hand "I know we planned a special night for our first night together, but we can still have it, another day. Tonight we're only going to rest."

Asher's calming words and considerate approach helped to ease Liv's nerves. She took a deep breath, appreciating his genuine concern and the sincerity in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "Okay, let's go to your place then. Thank you."

With a reassuring smile, he walked back to the driver's seat and started the car, their destination now determined. 

The unexpected turn of events had brought about a new level of intimacy in their relationship, proving that even in the face of challenges, love and care would be the foundation of their journey together.

"You know what? I think we're doing it right." Ash said, looking at her with a fond look, as she asked: "Why so?"

"In sickness and in health. The vow has to start somewhen..."

He then blinked one of the eyes in her direction, guiding the car with one hand and pulling the other one to her tights. "...And for us, it might have started today."