#venom til death do us part

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the directors were cowards.

i have never, in my entire life, been more disappointed with the outcome of the movie.

we had SO MANY FUCKING OPTIONS. SO MANY

if venom was a girl there would have been a kiss. COWARDS. we should have had a kiss anyway

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yes! we get Venom back.

like just imagine one day eddie is eating chocolate bc he misses his totally platonic and entirely nonsexual/romantic relationship with his alien bestie and all of a sudden he hears venom’s voice again. then they get to go on some big adventure to raise baby venom, sort of like how in guardians of the galaxy they had to level groot back up

My hc for Venomovies is that Venom has been dropping baby symbiots everywhere apparently. Good likelihood imho Eddie has a couple eggs floating around, now let’s get freaky with that. First up: fix-it-fix in which it turns out symbiots can in moments of impending doom basically clone themselves down to memories -up to the writer if this gets rid of the codex or not.

PS: the key to Knull’ prison can only be unlocked by ripping the ultimate love from a couple killing both.

[imposterogers]

I delete tumblr and the next day the venom three trailer whose title is the last dance with the tagline “til death do us part” drops during pride month. I’m taking it as a sign from the universe there’s no escape

[pulchrasilva]

Oh holy shit the venom tld trailer is perfect

Venom tells Eddie to "say when" before attacking, they're working together and Venom is trusting Eddie to guide him on when it's right/safe to reveal himself

"I'm giving you a chance, sweetie" incredible line 10/10

They mess up on their iconic "we.. are venom" line because Venom is just too excited to say it

Venom saying "you take me to the finest places" like they were on a date

The way it starts out super horror-y and action-y but keeps slipping into romcom or general silliness, that is EXACTLY the vibe I want from any and all venom movies

Venom ate 4 people!!! Hes not starving anymore!!!

Venom uses more tentacles in the first scene. Previous films he seemed to use a limited number of tentacles, mostly to enhance martial arts-style fighting. it looks a lot like Carnage's fight style. Interesting!

The repeat of "we are fugitives, on the run" from ltbc <3 when they decided to stick together no matter what <3 when Eddie decided to make Venom's problems his own problems because they're better together than apart <3

"We are living the dream, my friend" "YOU MEAN IT?? :D" "NO >:(" they never change do they <3

Venom dancing with Mrs Chen!!

Mulligan getting tormented (hate that guy sorry)

More lore!!! About the symbiotes and where they came from!!!!! "My home has found us" implying that they've been hunting Venom down, presumably for betraying Riot's mission ??

The danger/conflict coming from humans (trying to hide the existence of aliens by killing/imprisoning them all??) as well as aliens (massive spider thing with far too many teeth, what the fuck is that)

Giant Venom-horse scene which is SO reminiscent of the motorcycle chase in the first film

SPACE ODDITY

The tagline is fucking. "til death do they part". Are you kidding. And the title is "the last dance" oughhh

It's so gay it's so unbelievably gay

Overall 10/10 trailer, I am so incredibly excited, they made this film for me specifically and I refuse to be normal about it

[pansnovydinnia]

huh

[justwinginglife]

'Til Death Do Us Part

Okay I never trigger warning cuz I don't like spoiling plot, but this one is about abusive relationships, this one is depressing, and this one does not end well. I wanted to write a fic based off of the song "Lie to Girls" in honor of Sabrina Carpenter's new album, but the song hit too hard, and the depression kicked in too hard hence depressing fic. And of course, I did not think anyone in Kaiju would be destructive and unhealthy enough for this fic so I'm writing about Manjiro Sano from Tokyo Revengers when he's older (in the future). That's all, proceed with caution.

You knew Mikey was a mess. 

If anyone asked, you’d deny it over and over. You’d keep denying it until your throat bled, the sting of those same, acidic words clawing their way back up like they’d triggered your gag reflex. You denied it so much, like you hoped it would become the truth, hoped your reality would morph into the falsities that you spewed.

You also knew that loving him was a decision, a conscious choice, an ongoing commitment you’d devoted yourself to time and time again. Yet, when pressed, you still claimed that loving him was unavoidable, that you were simply unable to unlove him, unable to resist. 

So, when he’d come home fucked up from his latest fight, blood smeared on his hands, the devil lurking in his eyes, you’d simply welcome him inside, arms spread wide, a warm smile at the ready. You didn’t know whose blood you were cleaning off his knuckles, or if that person was lying dead in some back alley somewhere, but you hummed to yourself and tended to him anyway, swallowing the unpleasant thoughts down. 

“How was your day today, baby?” You’d coo to him as though he had just come back from his 9 to 5, just another day in the office. 

He’d mumble something incoherent and pull himself off of you, trudging to the kitchen, eager to drown his demons. If your liquor cabinet ever found itself empty, he’d probably down the rubbing alcohol next, just to have something, to have anything to numb his humanity. 

You made your best attempts to coax his softer side out, reminiscing about the older days, the sweeter days, the gentler days. But those were days he’d rather not remember. Your greatest treasures, your most cherished memories, they did nothing more than remind him of a time when he was happy, of a time when he was more than the monster he’d become. 

You made his favorite meals, put on his favorite shows for him to watch, tried to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel loved. But he didn’t know how to love you anymore. He’d long forgotten emotions like love. He’d rejected emotions like love. And you knew that. But still, you’d convince yourself that your husband would come home one day, that the man who’d smiled so wide when you agreed to marry him that you worried his cheeks might burst, would walk through the doors at any moment, hands clean, eyes lit up, as he said to you, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, love.”

So you told yourself the most sickeningly sweet lies. Drowned yourself in delicious deceit. Got drunk on a version of him that no longer existed. 

Sometimes, the delusion was strong enough that you could convince yourself that you even loved the beast that he’d become. That you didn’t mind the steel in his gaze, didn’t mind the ice in his demeanor, didn’t mind the venom in his voice. He pushed you away to protect you. He pushed you away because he loved you. He pushed you away because he couldn’t control the sheer depths of feelings for you. That was it. 

He’d never forget your birthday. He’d never forget your anniversary. He was just late. He was just picking up a gift somewhere. It was going to be the most magnificent gift you’d ever seen. He was just stuck in traffic. 

The cops that frequented your doorstep didn’t know what they were talking about. Your friends didn’t know what they were talking about. Mikey’s friends didn’t know what they were talking about. No one knew him but you. You knew he was a good guy. You knew he wouldn’t do the things they said he did. You knew he was coming home any minute, just waiting for you to welcome him, just needing you to believe him, just needing you to love him. He’d saved your life so many times, this was the one thing you could do to repay him. You could love him through anything. You would love him through anything. Whatever this was, this was a phase. This was a rough patch. All marriages had them. Yeah. This was normal. 

And when he’d forget your name, hurl insults at you, get so drunk he threatened you with a broken glass bottle to get out of his house, you still ignored the aching in your chest. Your heart wasn’t broken, it wasn’t empty, it wasn’t lonely, it was simply on sabbatical. Even as the tears burst from your eyes, even as the bruises on your wrists deepened in color, you swore you loved him. You swore you’d love him until the day you died. 

And when the day came sooner than you thought, when the bodies of your friends, of his friends, filled the morgue, the stench of betrayal and rotting flesh ripe in the air, when his cold eyes, his distant eyes, finally found your gaze, finally looked straight at you, for the first time in months, his gun digging itself deep into your forehead, you still swore to yourself that he loved you, swore to yourself that you loved him. And when he hesitated, you swore you saw a glimpse of the old Mikey. You swore you were looking into your husband’s eyes. 

Then he pulled the trigger.

[hitlikehammers]

Starring Steve Harrington in a Leading Role as 'Mom Husband Disappointed in YOU PERSONALLY'

rating: teen tags: future fic, established relationship, Eddie commits a capital offense, bitchy Steve strikes again, Eddie loves him so much, married steddie, rockstar husbands ✨for @hbyrde36 at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: “I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?”

One look is all it really takes.

As in: Eddie doesn’t have to do more than pulls his key from the lock, kick the door closed behind him, open his mouth to spill his usual litany of adorations, multiple at least tenfold for the uncommon days—plural, two whole days—spent apart from his husband, from his beloved, from less his other half and more his entire whole, the soul and breath of him, the rhythm-maker of his heart entire, his—

Eddie gets so far as turning to start on spilling all the love he’s had to bottle up because Steve wasn’t next to him for a whole 63 hours, and voicemails are fine, phone calls are nice, texts are a gift from god but also the bane of his existence because they’re starting to pretend—as in, the wider-world-of-they—but they’re starting to pretend they’re sufficient, that they’re enough and, and…

Fucking never.

But Eddie’s been gone—label negotiations, shit they were digging their heels on being in person for no goddamn reason, as proven by the actual days in person—and now, as he takes in his husband at the island, sat on one of the bar stools, those legs danged low and crossed at the ankles, the fucking socks on him tantalizing, good goddamn, but he’s leans back from the waist and those…those arms. Crossed over his chest.

That’s never meant anything other than judgement. Than what the kids used to term Mom’s disappointed in you personally.

Except Steve is his partner. His til-death-do-us-part-and-then-some. And…

Oh. Oh, he’s got his glasses on when he’s not working—Eddie scans the countertop for papers, nothing obvious—which only enhances the effect of the look; gives it a whole new dimension of accusation as he looks over the tops of the frames and lets his gaze fucking…just sear into Eddie. Uncompromising. No mercy.

Eddie will not try to pretend his doesn’t fucking gulp, the violent motion of his throat around it undoubtedly obvious: but Steve doesn’t budge. Doesn’t grant him quarter.

Fuck. Right. Okay.

Diffusion tactics.

“I assume I deserve this,” Eddie starts, pitches the words to land gentle because, well, they’re honest. Steve’s a fucking drama queen, absolutely: but it’s never been without his reasons, and Eddie loves him with his everything, right, so he respects his reasons.

Even when they’re fucking absurd.

But there’s no evidence here yet either way, about the what, about the cause of the sheer fucking inferno blazing in those eyes, the venom that Eddie can almost taste in the air that seeps from his lips for just breathing, that could probably land a death blow on its own when he actually deigns to speak, and so: yeah.

Eddie does assume he deserves it, one way or another. Because Steve loves him with his everything, too, like for like and then some, both ways and all ways. So he doesn’t react quite like this; doesn’t pull this sort of shit lightly.

“But” and he’s still picking his way through the minefield, takes only the barest step closer palms open near his hips, plaintive-like as he…yeah, kinda he pleads:

“Can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?”

Steve—okay, so, in any other circumstance: the sounds Steve makes, the guttural fucking growl that rumbles from his chest: that’d be hot as shit.

In fact it’s still hot as shit, but: not the time. Because those eyes are still…like, third-degree-burn to the touch.

“You lied.”

Eddie blinks, because…he hears Steve’s words. They’re very simple, and very clear.

But they’re nonsensical.

“What?”

“You lied to me.” And then Steve’s grabbing something behind him, flinging it closer to where Eddie stands at the end of the island and oh, okay, a magazine and—

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

A magazine with Eddie on the front with some…

Wait.

“Stevie,” and Eddie’s not gonna be placating, he’s not going to be evasive or dismissive—Steve knows the other party hanging off Eddie in the photo, it’s Lance, the band’s media intern who has a not-so-secret infatuation with Steve of all people, and is about to be replace by a kid, Marvin maybe, in his senior year in PR and media studies who, honestly, Eddie suspects may have an even bigger infatuation with his husband, but that’s not a concern for right now; the concern for right now is that Steve’s looking at Eddie, glancing every half-second toward the photo again and looking…somewhere between enraged and betrayed.

And it’s so fucking sour in Eddie’s chest, god: he needs to fix it. He’s just, he’s got to fic it but—

He doesn’t know what the hell it even is.

“Baby, I would never, not ever lie to you. And you know Lance,” Eddie tries to point out soothing, rational, no hint of patronizing because he wouldn’t, he would never, especially not like this.

Steve’s scowl just depends, and he taps hard enough on the page to leave an indent, to score a line with his nail.

Right. Okay.

“Stevie—“

“You,” and Steve leans toward the far side, grabs something out of view before he points the something at Eddie almost threateningly:

“Lied.”

“Steve,” and Eddie’s eyeing the instrument leveled at him carefully before he notes what it actually is: a pen.

A red pen and oh. His Stevie. Always the consummate educator.

And Steve does the growling thing again, probably because Eddie’s face goes lax, all soft and shit in the face of Steve being all competent in his profession in the small, sweet ways that pop up all the time, that Eddie loves so deep, so hard, but then Steve’s scribbling and oh, it’s one of the fancy pens, more like a marker that’s bright against the magazine gloss and he’s circling, he’s making arrows, there’s no rhyme or reason—

“Lies!” Steve declares, definitive as he throws down the pen and shoves the marked-up photo toward Eddie so it’s skids across the island, so Eddie has to catch it, and he squint a second, tries to make sense of what’s circled over and again and—

“You fucking promised me,” and Steve…yeah.

Steve sounds like Mom’s disappointed in him personally to a fucking T.

But so much worse again: because this is his husband.

“I did—“

“No!” Steve cuts him off; “no more bullshit,” and oh, fuck, Eddie knows it’s serious, that word’s got a premium still in their household, and then Steve’s leaning closer pointing forcefully at the image, at the red-ringed offenders:

“That,” Steve snarls; “is fucking frizz, Edward,” and Steve looks up at him, again, some combination of livid and offended on principle; “why did I even bother to pack you the conditioner that you swore to me you’d use—“

“I did, Stevie!” Eddie protests, pleads for leniancy; “I did, I swear, my bag got delayed the first night, it was only that first night that I showered without it,” and fuck, how’d they even get that photo, how the fuck did it get to print and in Steve’s hands even, how—

“You cannot maintain your curl pattern without proper maintenance,” Steve grits through clenched teeth and yes, yes: Eddie knows. He’s learned, and learned again, and learned some more, for…for years.

He kinda loves it. But he’ll never love making his husband sad. So, because he’s skilled on his feet, he tries for a compromise. A Hail-Mary, in sports ball speak—or he thinks that’s the right thing to call it.

“Maybe you can salvage it,” Eddie proposes, damn-near begs, and yeah, yes: he means that wholehearted, too; “maybe we can go upstairs and you can save it?”

And Eddie’s not even trying to make his eyes big, knows Steve’s largely immune unless he chooses not to be, but his eyes are stinging for how wade they’re stretched, and he holds the gaze, stares pitifully at Steve, pleads so hard, and then—

Steve smacks Eddie’s forearm with the rolled-up magazine and makes to leave the room; Eddie just stands, a little frozen, a little bewildered, until—

“Well, get your ass up here,” he hears from the staircase; “you better hope I can work miracles, dipshit, else your photocalls are gonna be stringy and sad all goddamn week.”

And Eddie grins because like: he knows his husband—and the man himself is already kind of a miracle.

So miracle working is kinda his area of expertise.

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My thoughts on Venom 3.

It's been a long time coming! I'm pausing my Beetlejuicy blogging tonight to talk a little bit about Venom. If you didn't know, back when Venom 2 was released, and a little bit before then, I was absolutely obsessed with Venom. More specifically, I was totally obsessed with Symbrock. (Although my love for the character of Venom has been with me since I was around 13 or 14 years old, back in the early 2000s.) So for a while, I think between 2021 and 2022, this blog was almost entirely dedicated to Symbrock (and Destiel, that one is always here). That's the reason why my blog title was originally "My Fandom and Random Blog": I hyper-fixate on whatever piece of media blows my mind. And for a good chunk of time, that was Symbrock, so I'm writing this little intro to this post because my blog is currently, predominantly, a Beetlejuice (Beetlebabes) blog. And it will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

But tonight, we go back to my previous hyper-fixation.

I have a lot of feelings about Venom 3. This post will focus on the Eddie x Venom relationship, as that's what I am most invested in. Warning: There are spoilers here.

My fresh-out-of-the-movie feeling is that I loved it, but a few things made me go "hmm..." Starting with the marketing for this movie.

I would not have expected much in the Veddie shipping department if it wasn't for the marketing. It's a superhero action movie and I know what kind of world we currently live in (plus this world isn't reading for a monsterfucker leading character like our beloved monsterfucker king Eddie Brock lol). But I noticed that a good effort was put into highlighting their relationship, not just as a friendship, but as a romance, in the marketing for this movie. There were TikTok edits and Instagram posts showing them as a romance, and the phrase "We ship Eddie and Venom" was also used (here's the Instagram post, if you don't believe me lol). What I'm getting at is that the ship was used to hype the movie. So, what was I supposed to expect? Look, there was a lot of lovely subtext between Eddie and Venom, which I loved, but it wasn't any more obvious than what we got in LTBC (in fact, maybe it was even less evident? I'll get to that in a second). So it doesn't really justify all this effort to hype up their relationship.

So, when they amped up the shipping as they marketed a movie with the slogan "'Til death do they part" (which I should mention had scenes in Vegas, notorious place for odd weddings, hello), a lot of fans (myself included) thought that something was going to happen in Vegas, if you know what I mean. Or that at least the subtext would be even more obvious. Some fans even expected another Veddie kiss scene (my expectations were more reserved, but after all that marketing I would not have been surprised to see a kiss, tbh).

I never expected to get anything overt in Venom with Symbrock, but this being the final film in the trilogy, the previous movie ending with the two of them on the run, the release of that deleted scene in which Venom is teasing Eddie about Eddie being in love with him, plus all this gay marketing? I started to expect we'd get something a little more evident, and only that is what made me feel disappointed we didn't get more. I'm sure I'd be more excited and happy with all the subtext we got in this one if it wasn't for the expectations created by the marketing, ngl.

I did cry in the scene where they were with the hippie family and Venom was talking to Eddie at night about how they'd been happier with a different kind of life. But I think I only cried because I had been spoiled about the ending. Knowing they would be separated in the end, that Venom would die, made that scene a lot more emotional and tragic, because Eddie and Venom will not have a chance at that happy and peaceful life.

And now that I brought up Venom's death, I have to say this: I really wish we could have had a couple more minutes with Eddie on that bed reflecting about his loss at the end. In the comics, whenever they are separated, usually Eddie is losing his mind, either desperate to reconnect with the symbiote, almost like an addict who's been cut off cold from his addiction (like in my favorite "The Hunger", 1996), or out of his mind in grief, feeling the symbiote still there like a phantom limb (...pretty sure this was in Donny Cates' 2018 run, but correct me if I'm wrong). What I'm getting at is that separating from the symbiote has never been easy on Eddie Brock. But, due to the constraints of movie play time I guess, he got over it seemingly very easily. Also, just an observation, the trailer featured a different take for that scene, in which Eddie says "but I need him", instead of "but I need him back". Both takes were very emotional and Tom's acting was superb, but the scene is too short. I feel like we needed a couple more minutes of mourning. Or if not minutes, then a couple of seconds of Eddie sobbing on that bed, or, I don't know, trying to get up and finding his way back to where he last saw Venom... Something more dramatic like that, is what I mean.

Eddie appeared to be more fond of Venom by the end of LTBC. Especially with comments he made earlier in this film about Venom stealing his life and being (understandably) cranky, I would have expected more grief and even regret from Eddie after losing Venom presumably forever.

About the after credit scene... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to make of it. I mean the cockroach one. One could think one of the symbiotes survived and took over the roach (hopefully Venom), but there was no indication of it; one could only assume the cockroach has a symbiote because, why even show it? Right? Now, about the Knull ending scene, was he breaking the 4th wall and telling us, the audience, that he would make us watch? Or did he say that to someone else? If there was another Venom movie or appearance after this, then I could come to the conclusion that Venom was successfully captured and taken to Klyntar, but being separated from Eddie he cannot operate as the codex anymore. <- That last bit is my own interpretation, though, and should be taken with a grain of salt.

I'm going to leave this post here. I'll write more if I feel like I have more to say (which, maybe I do, because I always do lol), but this is it for now. It was a good movie and I did like it. I do have my criticisms, but overall, they did a pretty good job and I will miss this Eddie and Venom symbiote very much. I hope we can see them again.

One note I want to leave this post with is that I'm pretty sure both Eddie Brock and the symbiote have died more than once in the comics (the most recent Eddie death was this year, btw. I'm not buying that it's permanent because in the comicverse characters die and come back all the time), but one thing will always be consistent with these two, and that is, they will always find a way back to each other. Always 🖤. So don't be sad; Venom is only gone for now.

[cherryhrat]

I haven't made a post in forever but like everyone else I have seen venom the last dance and I'm loosing my shit about it /pos

I noticed something and I gave no idea of anyone else noticed it so now I have to talk about it

Okay remember the running gag about Eddie losing his shoes??? Well the last time he lost them I thought to myself, "okay he's doing this a lot, is this really just a running gag or some it have some kind of symbolic significance"

So I looked it up, and bitch:

Basically what I'm getting from this is shoes = protection, loss of shoes = loss of protection

In this analogy Venom is the shoes, he is Eddie's physical protection, and Eddie loses him in the end :ccccc. In literally every way possible, they were telling us from the start that this wouldn't have a happy ending, that they wouldn't make it out alive/together. "The last dance" "til death do they part" "as long as one of us is alive the codex exists" And our asses still didnt listen.

God it reminds of the Hadestown musical, the tragic ending and the refusal to believe that's how it'll end.

Idk maybe I'm reading too much into a haha funny joke but I thought I'd share my thoughts

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Eddie calling that one guy sweetie, the pause when venom says “Eddie, my home….. has found us” making it sound like he’s calling Eddie his home, TIL DEATH DO THEY PART

Yeah veddie shippers how we feeling?

[hazelcephalopod]

I’ll admit I am extremely biased. Anyway here’s my longer review. I give Venom 3: The Last Dance “Til Death do us Part” 8.75/10 stars and 13/10 fun stars. This movie is adapting so much from the comics with its own spin appropriate for what is imho, simply an au movie run of the comics.

I do not go to Venom movies for the plot. I go to them to watch sweaty depressed Eddie Brock go thru situations with his situationship partner who happens to be a large alien shadow puppy who loves violence and has extremely low impulse control. This ADHD couple is here to bring me 2 hours of chaos with a three stings attaching the scenes together. I am here to see as many comic Easter eggs as they can cram in and keep plenty of room form Venom/Eddie antics.

That the there is a coherent plot is a bonus. And it’s coherent. Eddie and Venom have to go on the run from the cops -for murder carnage did- and Venoms evil father, Knull, who wants to destroy them and use the magic power of their love to release himself -it was cemented when Venom brought Eddie back to life in the last film. Knull sends his evil creature daughters, whose design invokes various giant insectoid aliens (btw 10/10 on that design) who eat symbiotes -called xenophoges btw. The government is also hunting them for the crimes but more bc they want to control symbiotes and have Chiwetel Ejiofor as Mr military man named Rex, and his lesbian scientist coworkers. One loves Christmas pins her mom makes her and the other has a lightening scare that immobilized her left arm and killed her genius brother. They love symbiotes probably more than people, this annoys Rex. Eddie has decided he doesn’t want to stay in Mexico Bc fuck that, instead he makes the terrible decision -as he is extremely self destructive with his own side of very impulsive- to go to NY. Where he has been banned, but he’s got dirt on a judge he plans to blackmail to solve his problems. On the way he meets a family of hippies and has the most heartwarming scene with their young son. I won’t tell you more that’s the first half of set up, go watch and finish reading this post. I loved every second. I keep saying this movie is actually relishing being a comic book movie and doing it well. This one is for comic fans as well as fans of the franchise. I can’t help anyone whose not into that. Bye!

Strange hippy ufo enthusiast family is an “absofuckingly yes” from me. Lesbian science partners was a hit, I hope the one lady gets a new symbiote soon and they can become anti-hero polycule wives or something. Ghost symbiote was another hit, that’s rad! Do it again! I don’t need to know anything else. Knull and his evil daughters who eat symbiotes in that monster fucker heaven beautifully rendered dark realm was an unexpected and fantastic treat. For me! Mrs. Chen remains on top.

Parting and Tragedy only makes love stronger. The reason they are saying they have to end it here is bc they need ten years to convince Sony to let Eddie and Venom make out and declare their love. And then to convince them to let them get married and give birth to symbiotes. Bc that’s all it’s missing and I am not surprised I know how these studios work. They’re cowards who think they can appeal to more demographic but that’s lame! You can’t make everything for everyone. Appeal to the demographic you’ve got and they’ve got monster hunters and others into Venom for a variety of reasons too long to list. Appeal to the freaks we want this plz.

Anyway. I had a great time. I’ve written the resurrections and reunions in my heart already.

[thepeoplesmovies]

'Til Death Do Us Part In First Venom: The Last Dance Trailer

Is this the end? Sony Pictures says it will be, today they release the first UK Trailer for Venom: The Last Dance. It looks like it will be ‘Til death do us part for Eddie Brock and our favourite Symbiote! The Sony MCU or ‘Spider-Verse’ outside the Spider-Man films hasn’t been good. In reality it has been terrible which leaves us much faith for this and Kraven which will be released this year.…

[stealingyourbones]

DPXDC Prompt Masterlist #201-250

201. Long Lost Father Figure (I'd Rather Never See You Again)

202. Patient in Room 2B: Amity Park Resident #239

203. I Speak For The Ghosts. Fucking Leave.

204. Radiation Sponge

205. The Possession of Connor Kent

206. At Whatever Cost

207. I Think I'm Being Haunted

208. Wibbily Wobbily Timey Wimey

209. Stealing From The Bat

210. I Just Can't Roll My R's Bro

211. I Didn't Know You Were a Polyglot

212. Mechanical Repair For the Man of Steel

213. Venomous Words, Venomous Teeth

214. FATALITY!!

215. Fell For You (oW MY LEG-)

216. One Wrong Turn

217. The Middle Man

218. Til Undeath Do Us Part (One of my fav prompts)

219. Sorry I Have a Bad Connection. I'm in a Dead Zone

220. Kryptonian Power of Cold Breath

221. My What Big Teeth You Have

222. Spirit Week

223. Killer Ex

224. Peel Back The Layers of my True Form, You'll Be Surprised What You Find

225. Oh My God

226. Mystery Spot

227. Don't Mess With Gotham

228. You Can't Be A Gothamite Rogue Who's Not From Gotham

229. Teatime

230. Source Wall

231. New God, New King

232. Recruited to Upper Management

233. Strange Similarities in Bludhaven

234. The Strange Mechanic Shop Around the Corner

235. HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE?!

236. Bending Time

237. Time Loop #2394028. Success

238. Ghost King meets Black Flash

239. Cloak of Holding

240. Protector of the Innocent

241. Feels like We’ve Known Each Other for Millennia

242. Super… Son?

243. Check The (Twitter) Timeline

244. Henchmen for Hire

245. Teaching Further up the Timeline

246. Radioactive Half-life of Amity Park

247. Dad Bod

248. A Fashionable Killer

249. The Door To Nowhere and Everywhere all at Once

250. Omen of Death

[from-the-dark-past]

Interview with Euronymous in High Voltage Radio: English translation

Translator's note: @necrocuddles (thank you!) pointed me to this interview with Euronymous in High Voltage Radio which was posted on Instagram two days ago by user @/dark_hel.

Here, I've translated the interview into English to the best of my abilities. Some parts were unintelligible to me and any help with those would be greatly appreciated. Apologies for any inaccuracies.

Interviewer: A couple of days ago, I was handed a little sticker that said ‘go to hell/Helvete’* which I have now done, and I’m currently here with one of the people I’ve met. You can tell us who you are.

*Translator’s note: The interviewer says ‘dra til helvete’ which can mean two things: 1. Go to hell (in a ‘fuck off’ sense) or 2. Go to Helvete [Øystein's record store] (‘Helvete’ is Norwegian for ‘hell’). It’s a clever little pun, but it doesn’t really translate into English.

Euronymous: Yes, we’re the guys from Mayhem who have started a record store and it’s, as you said, called Helvete. And our intention is… our origin is that [we wanted to] sell a bunch of black metal, death metal, and evil music, but then we found out [unintelligible]

Interviewer: Do you think there’s too little of that music around Oslo now?

Euronymous: [There aren’t many alternatives]. People have Hot Records and Hot Records aren’t the best. They’re fucking expensive and they don’t have a particularly large selection [of records] so we thought that it was about time to set up a shop, a type of shop we ourselves have always wanted to go to, when we were buying records.

Interviewer: Maybe you could tell us how to get here?

Euronymous: Yes, it’s pretty fucking easy. You walk… You find Schweigaards gate [Schweigaard Street], that’s the street that runs between Oslo’s railway station and Oslo Gallery, that’s Schweigaards gate, and you just walk until you see [a door with some Venom poster and stuff], and you’ve reached it.

Interviews: There aren’t many records [here] yet, but you [have big plans].

Euronymous: Yes, that’s right. We’re going to import a lot and [unintelligible] You just have to come along for the ride.

Interviewer: Will you specialize in death/trash metal?

Euronymous: Yes, we will, but we’re going to try to get everything within [the heavy metal genre], and have everything, because there’s never been anything like that in Norway and we ourselves have always thought… thought a shit ton about starting something like that and… we’ve started it now [laughs]

Interviewer: In addition to this, you, as previously mentioned, play in Mayhem. Are we getting more Mayhem records or concerts at all?

Euronymous: Yes, [we’re in a special position here] because our vocalist blew his brains out a couple of months ago [chuckles] so we were stressing to get a new vocalist, which we’ve done [now], but then we were really fucking broke and so we ran into problems with getting the record itself out, with regard to costs. It’s 50 000 [NOK]* to record in a studio and stuff but… eventually. We will not be playing live because… we refuse to play because people aren’t evil enough. We want to play for people who are brutal and extreme, who come to the concert in leather jackets, with long hair and nails and shit, but today there’s only little kids in joggers [with] skateboards and [unintelligible]. So there won’t be any live shows until people are brutal enough to deserve it.

*Translator’s note: This would be approximately 93 000 NOK today [2021], or 10 800 USD.

Interviewer: The first LP, it sold out incredibly quickly, is it time to re-release it?

Euronymous: We’ve thought a lot about it, but we probably won’t until we release our next EP, I believe.

Interview: Will there be talk of recording in England?

Euronymous: No, there probably won’t be.

Interviewer: Then, I’ll have to thank you, Øystein, that I got to speak with you and wish you good luck with the store.

Euronymous: Then, I can only say: kids, go to hell/Helvete!

[fireheartpages]

too much, not enough | s.r.

summary: a fight with your husband leads to some revelations about your love.

playlist: too much, not enough | s.r.

word count: 1.1k

rating: all audiences welcome :) it is kinda sad tho sry

a/n: hello i found this in a google doc from like 2019 and thought it was rly cute so like. enjoy :)

You still remembered your wedding day. It had been on a beach back in California, where there was nothing but hills and shore for miles. Only about fifteen guests stood as you walked down the aisle, your soon-to-be husband staring at you like you were the only thing in the world. The sun was warm on your brown skin and it cast Steve’s hair in a golden hue. He looked like he was glowing. Sunshine incarnate Everything was glowing. And then you kissed and your closest friends and family applauded as you did so. Later on there was music and laughter, lights and the soft crashing of the waves as the night lulled on to the song of pure happiness.

You would have done anything to go back to that day.

You stared down at your ring, the one that was made out of a bit of sea glass from your first beach trip together. You remembered feeling so young, feeling adventurous when you found the sea glass and gave it to Steve with a chaste kiss. You also remembered how surprised you were when he proposed. That he’d kept it, and now he was giving it back in such an intimate way.

You used to stare down at the ring with fondness. Steve’s was made out of sand from the same beach. A little bit of your home with you both everywhere you went, he’d said.

Now you looked at it with longing. Longing to go back to that place, or maybe just a time when you were happier.

You didn’t know how or why the argument had started. It was one of those ones where you’d just ended up hurling venom at each other. Steve was always gone on missions, but how could you ask him not to go? You was always traveling anyways. But it was for your job. Well, this was his! It’s not fair of you to want to spend more time in California, your lives are here, but your home is back west! Steve had never wanted a family, and you had never needed stability, but now you were both changing your minds and you couldn’t tell who you were angrier at, your spouse or yourselves!

The whole night had turned into a disaster. It started out so sweet. You had made frybread and baked pumpkin because even though you hated pumpkin, you knew Steve loved it. Steve had surprised you with a bottle of wine from your favorite winery in Sanoma. You sat at the small table in your large apartment, chatting away, blissfully unaware of how sour the night was bound to turn.

Your brain was beginning to overload. Especially as you stared at your husband and didn’t know what to feel. Hate? No… Love? No… It was beginning to break your heart, that you couldn’t look at each other right now and find the love you shared.

How was it fair to love someone so much you fight about it?

Being with him was so easy it was like breathing, but right now, you thought, you might need some fresh air.

“So that’s my fault?” Steve snapped, blue eyes storming.

“That’s not what I meant,” you answered, willing your tears not to fall. You shook your head, getting up. Silently, you grabbed your boots and jacket, shoving keys and your wallet and chapstick and your phone into the pockets.

“Where are you going?”

His tone told you everything you didn’t need to hear.

“Away. I just need some space.”

“Fine. Go, then.” His voice was cold and distant, his gaze not even shifting to you.

You laughed harshly. “‘Til death do us part, right?”

“We wrote our own vows.”

“Fuck you, Rogers,” you said, slamming the door behind you.

The cold air nearly froze the tears to your face, a welcomed sting if you could think of anything else than what had just happened. You desperately hailed a cab, climbing into the back seat before letting another tear fall. You dialed quickly, praying Sam would pick up. He did, and all you could manage to say to him was a strangled sob of his name.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and an echoing pain in your chest. Upon seeing you wake, Bucky had come set a coffee with milk and chocolate syrup (just the way he knew you’d want it) in front of you and ran a hand over your head.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

You couldn’t even think of a response without tearing up. Bucky cooed softly, motioning for you to let him sit down and you rested your head in his lap as he rubbed a hand over your arm. “I’m so sorry, doll.”

All you could do was sniffle in reply.

It was after one when you finally made it back to your shared apartment with Steve. You hadn’t bothered to ask Bucky or Sam if Steve had said anything, and had just let Sam make you more coffee and watch trashy TV with you. You hadn’t said much all morning, just let them both hug you tightly before Bucky insisted on driving you home.

You robotically turned the key before shutting the door behind you, expecting to be coming home into a cold and/or empty home. You began shedding your outer layers, fingers brushing the hem of the t-shirt Sam had lent you when two large arms wrapped around your waist and Steve buried his face in your neck. You let out a surprised “oomf!” before wrapping your arms around your husband’s neck. Your chest filled with a fluttering sensation, and you nearly sobbed.

“My love,” he breathed, like a prayer on his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I love you so much.”

“Too much,” you mumbled against his skin. “I love you, Steve.”

“I hate being away from you.” His voice was muffled and shaky, and all you could do was kiss the side of his head. “I love you, I love you,” he repeated. “And I know we only fight because we love each other that much.”

You laughed, your own voice growing watery. “I’d take a fight here and there if it meant the rest of my life with you.”

Steve kissed you, tenderly, softly, and so passionately. He walked you to your bedroom and pulled you onto the bed, smothering you in his warm embrace. He peppered kisses over your face and you tangled your hands in his golden hair—god, you loved his hair. And he was warm and solid against you, and that ache in your chest was replaced with a rib-splitting love.

Outside, snow began to fall on a cold winter day. Even so, sunlight found ways to slide through the clouds and shine on the world below. You figured the snow was okay, as long as there was sunshine. You loved the sunshine.

[slinthoe]

‘Til Death Do Us Part

PAIRING | Gally x Reader

GENRE | sad

WORD COUNT | 758

WARNINGS | None

SUMMARY | You and Gally were inseparable. Until he decided to enter the Maze.

Gally was stupid. The Maze was stupid.

When you’d first shown up to the Glade, the first person you’d laid eyes on was that boy with the naturally upturned eyebrows and devilish smile. His smile said something of mischief. Like his life purpose was to throw his smirk around and create chaos.

In the two years you’d been in the Glade, you’d seen his mischievous smile every day. Some days they were forced like he was trying to hide the dark bags under his eyes. And other days, it was like he just wanted to show how much he looked like the devil reincarnated.

And for a while, you despised that smile. It was something that brought the darkest days. It reminded you of the times he’d thrown words filled of venom at your feet.

But it was also the smile that you’d learnt to love.

One day when you were walking around the Glade doing errands for the Keeper, you had overheard him making a decent joke for the first time. It was when you were grabbing him wood from the forest when you’d heard it. It was a dumb knock knock joke but funny, nonetheless. But you kept your snicker to yourself as you didn’t want to raise his ego and handed him the wood he had asked for.

But unable to help it, you’d grown to enjoy his jokes. And from that day on, endless laughter would erupt from the both of you. The two of you became inseparable and there wasn’t a day when Gally wasn’t at your hip. Whenever a Glader was to ask one of you to do a task, it would become a pair activity.

And even though Alby and Newt made sure to let the world know that they disliked the idea of it, Gally often gave you time off and made other Gladers grab wood so he could talk to you longer.

“Joe, can you grab more wood?”

“I’m a Slopper—“

Since you’d gotten closer, feelings of romantic intent had grown on the both of you. You had been great to hide it, but Gally on the other hand, had made it blatantly obvious no matter how much he had tried to hide it. He was just a bad liar.

“Y/N, I don’t like those boys staring at you.”

“Why, are you jealous?

You’d notice how his cheeks would flare pink and his forehead crease every time you’d catch him flirt with you. But he never did anything more. In the situation you were in, you couldn’t commit into a relationship; not when your survival was at stake everyday. He thought the same; so, when you’d ask him about his jealousy or visible liking to you, he’d always tell you, ‘no.’

It was when Thomas fought his way through Gally’s ‘offering’ when you wished things were different. You wished you weren’t trapped by the walls of the stupid Maze and forced to make a decision between life and death. Because if only you were living in a normal world with normal circumstances, the only torture you ever had to face was school, and not the expression of betrayal on Gally’s face.

Maybe if you were able to cuddle him under the snowiest of days, and kissed him in the darkest nights, you wouldn’t have to feel this way. But you had to make a choice and Thomas wanted to leave; and so did you. As much as the Glade was a home, you couldn’t handle the claustrophobia you felt every time you’d wake up. 

But Gally thought different. He loved the Glade and he was terrified to enter the Maze once again. He said entering was like asking for death. So you stayed upon Gally’s wishes.

If only you hadn’t though. Maybe things would’ve been different. Maybe if you had left together, you could’ve had the romance he had promised. But you couldn’t turn back time, and your mistake filled you with grief.

It was a feeling that had you falling to your knees and clutching at the aching heart in your chest. In times you thought you’d be falling to your knees for Gally, you thought it would be because of love -- that falling to your knees simply meant falling for the boy with the devilish smile.

But in this case, falling to your knees was heartbreak.

No one could’ve predicted the outcome of your choices but you blamed yourself. If you hadn’t second guessed running into the Maze after him, maybe you could’ve saved Gally.