#who was betting on the adult movie theory

[havetheyfoundektyet]

April 28, 2024

Yes!

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette didn't know Luka's friends very well despite the years of the two of them knowing each other, so she tried to balance keeping herself "outside" of their friendly bubble while also chiming in whenever she was asked a question directly. It helped that she had her sketchpad with her, so she could mindlessly draw when she wasn't part of the conversation.

It was going well until Claudine spoke up, not at her specifically but it definitely got her attention.

"Hey, anyone know if Luka likes someone?"

Marinette's head snapped up, suddenly very aware of everyone in the room. "W-what?"

Roche acknowledged her with a glance, then raised a brow at Claudine. "Did he do anything to make you think that?"

Mito, who had made himself comfortable sitting on the backrest of the couch, tilted his head at her as well. "Why ask?"

"I'm curious!" Claudine raised a finger. "And because it's a crime! When you hear an amazing song, don't you hate when you learn it's not a hit?"

Roche nodded, but Mito and Marinette remained perplexed.

"That's Luka," Claudine clarified, arms spread. "The guy's soft as a marshmallow and so nice, but he's not dating anyone and can't hold a relationship to save his life!"

That, Marinette could understand. The whole being an adult thing had meant that they'd had to spend so much time getting their lives together, so she'd tried to ignore the pang in her chest when they met back up again, so certain that he would've been dating by then, but nothing. Luka always had so much love in his heart that it seemed like a shame that no one was on the receiving end of it.

Wait—

"Can't hold a relationship?" she repeated. "So he's been on dates?"

Roche answered rather than Claudine, "A few, when they ask."

They. So it wasn't Luka initiating, apparently. It was an oddly relieving feeling.

Claudine nodded at Roche. "And it usually ends after one or two dates."

"Isn't that because he's not interested?" Marinette figured.

"But he always lets them decide if they go on another, and you know how he is," Claudine argued. "He's a sweetheart. I bet he tends to their every need, shows them a good time... why wouldn't they follow up if they felt like they had a chance?"

"Hmmm," Mito hummed, tipping a hat he didn't have and miming smoking from a pipe. "A mystery."

"He might not be good at romance after all?" Roche suggested as an alternative theory. "He just seems like it."

Marinette raised a hand, adding on, "It doesn't sound very Luka to go on dates if he already likes someone."

"Maybe he wants to get over them?" Claudine shrugged. "Could be any reason."

"Who'd reject Luka?" Marinette countered. "Unless he never confessed?"

Mito adjusted his imaginary hat. "You know what they say: love is mute."

"That's—" Roche shook his head, deciding not to bother correcting him.

Marinette considered the information presented to her. The idea that Luka was in love with someone without her knowing sounded ridiculous, because while she'd been away from him for a while, he could've found time to say something to her if the crush had happened before then.

He could've brought it up when they'd watch romance movies together, like when they pressed against each other during one movie in particular where things were tense enough to feel like a horror movie. They'd turned to each other and pretended not to notice until the scene was over, so he could have made conversation then.

And he was so complimentary! He would call her "beautiful" when she was just in her pajamas, "cute" when all she'd done was make a little noise or wiggle excitedly, and constantly praised her intelligence. If he'd already been in love with someone, he would save such compliments for them, and what date of his would not ask for another one when he was like that?

It was as Mito said: a mystery, and one that was making her unconsciously draw Luka in her sketchpad, oops—

"Hey, I'm back," Luka called from the hallway, carrying a drink holder in his arm.

Marinette closed her sketchpad as casually yet quickly as possible, looking up at him with a beaming smile. "Oh! Hi!"

"Hey," he greeted, despite having already done so.

She bit her lower lip, eyeing Luka up and down. He was even more attractive than when they were teens and just as considerate, the size of drinks in the carrier varying depending on how much each person usually drank. She was so curious, wondering how such a man couldn't be dating anyone nor manage to keep his dates from coming back. She racked her brain, idly tapping on her sketchpad as she tried to figure out how she could resolve this for both her and his friends.

Then, something clicked, and the words came out before she could stop them.

"Luka, would you go on a test date with me?"

His smile faltered, shocked lips parting at the sudden request. She shifted anxiously in her seat while the eyes of his friends went to the both of them, and she wondered if it'd been too much. Was she so undateable that even calling it a test date was weird?

Luka's grip on the drink carrier unconsciously loosened. Mito, speeding off the couch towards him, ducked down and placed himself just under the nearly fallen carrier. Standing up fully, he took it from Luka by perfectly balancing it on his head, taking it back to the others so Roche could put it on the table.

The action made Luka move again, eyes darting over to his trio of friends. "What were you guys talking about?"

Marinette pushed herself up, leaving her sketches behind as she approached him. "We were wondering why you can't keep dates with anyone. I thought..." She blushed, gesturing between the two of them and already feeling silly. "If we went out on a date, I'd know?"

"Ah." He covered his mouth, making it harder to know exactly what was going on his head. She tried to peer into his eyes, but he evaded, staring off at a corner of the ceiling.

Were his cheeks pink? Was he thinking about his mystery crush just at the mention of a date? Was Claudine right?

Just as Marinette started to get worried, the hand on his chin lowered to reveal a lopsided smile. He made eye contact with her again, voice full of amusement. "We could do it, but I don't think you'd be able to tell."

She tilted her head at the emphasis, which implied that she specifically wouldn't be able to tell. Was it because she didn't know who he liked, or he thought she wasn't perceptive enough, or...

Eyes narrowing, she asked directly, "Is that a challenge?"

Luka went wide-eyed, his hand dropping from his chin and hovering awkwardly at chest level. Roche, Mito, and Claudine had already whipped out their drinks, sipping from them and huddled together as they watched the two intently.

"What?" Luka blinked helplessly. "No—"

"I accept." Marinette straightened, poking him in the chest as her competitive side came out front and center. "I'm going to figure you out. Looking forward to our date, Luka Couffaine."

With a huff, she turned back around and went to her seat, plopping down and reopening her sketchpad. She blushed seeing the sketch she'd just drawn of him, then hurriedly flipped to another page and started drawing something else.

She could handle this, she thought. Worst case scenario, she'd still get a date with her multi-year one-sided crush.

[angelharahel]

THEORY TIME

So I think that Sol will save herself while Sun-jae will run around like a maniac looking for her like we've seen in the drama teaser. If translated properly, she says something along the line of "I know what to do/expect now"... maybe she can girlboss it✊🏼 fighting~🫠

Maybe there's going to be a confrontation between Sun-jae and killer dude, but I don't think he'll get a major head injury messing up his memory... I think past!Sol will come back at the hospital, and he'll go-- she won't recognize him-- and he'll leave, hurt by her words, and they'll grow apart (naturally...).

I think "forgetting" her will be a coping mechanism but also a way to hurt present!Sol (2023 timeline) in the same manner as past!Sol hurt him (in 2008). Otherwise, refusing to cast in a movie she's specifically directing would not be warranted. Someone might ask him a question about her, and he'll play the card of "miss who?" (preview narration) because it hurts less that way-- he might find it easier to cope with his broken heart if he acts like he doesn't have a first love publically.

I think he'll debate whether or not he should go to the bridge for the time capsule (Jan. 1st). Clearly, the movie issue and past!Sol's rejection would make him reluctant to go and get told off.

I think she'll arrive first and someone will be there... someone we don't want there. Something major will happen, but she'll go back in time a third time (as young adults, so university time for her) in order to save herself, or maybe Sun-jae (if he goes to the bridge-- he might sacrifice himself).

My bet is on the manager (he's hella sus) attempting to confront Sun-jae at the bridge because he still wants retire in this timeline?? maybe?? And Sol will be there first, he'll think she's the reason why he's quitting and attempt to do something... Sun-jae might intervene and die? possibly... however, that's a stretch I'm not willing to bet an organ on.

This was so long but yeah! That's my guess:3

[l1ghth0p3]

Ok just watched dual process theory’s fnaf video and it’s amazing. I also watched matpat’s reaction to it which also gave more insight into it. I think Cassidy being cc and the 5th missing child works. The hair sticking out of the suit could either be an employee or it could be Susie (or any other kid but I’m betting on Susie if any) because the suit is yellow like chica and we know Susie is blond and the hair sticking out matching the color of the suit. This being a child of the missing children’s incident could match up timeline wise better than the idea of the mci happening before cc’s death yet after the bite.

The only problem I have is with the vengeful spirit being Michael. There are some parts that make sense but there is one specific thing that bothers me that neither dual process theory nor matpat brought up: we hear the spirits voice, and it is feminine. This suggests the spirit is a girl, however maybe it could be that it’s a boy with just a feminine voice. We hear adult Michael’s voice and it’s very deep, so unless his voice dropped like crazy, I don’t think it’s him. Also, I think Orville says “no matter how many times they burn us” suggesting they’re referring to both Henry and Michael (maybe it’s just a singular they tho). The feminine voice could mean that cc was a girl, I can’t remember if cc is specifically referred to with he/him pronouns or as a little brother. It could also mean he sounded like a girl since he’s younger and we never hear his voice.

I remember seeing someone refer to the voice as Elizabeth because of it sounding similar and just brushed it off as someone not knowing it’s really Cassidy the second possessor of golden Freddy. However, it might be? I don’t really think so, but Elizabeth also has blondish hair similarly to the spirit. Elizabeth is also a very aggressive and revengeful person as she scooped Michael’s body when she thought it was William’s. That also proves that while she might want to make him proud, she will hurt him for hurting her. However this is random and i don’t really believe it, it’s just another route this could take that I think is worth mentioning.

If anything, it’s Cassidy, cassidy afton. If dual process theory did anything it’s convince me that yes, there is 1 spirit in golden Freddy and it is Cassidy. But Cassidy is also the crying child. Their use of clips from the movie also makes me think that Cassidy Afton is the vengeful spirit. I was upset and confused that that blond kid in brown was golden Freddy, because like I said :he’s in brown. Another kid was wearing a hat with a white/yellow shirt which is more reminiscent of golden Freddy, while the kid in brown is for Freddy fazbear who is actually brown. However, this kid is wearing a striped shirt, and has a similar haircut and color to the vengeful spirit. I also think the movie might take the route of golden Freddy being William’s kid since both golden Freddy and Vanessa have blonde hair, and this kid is vengeful toward William in a similar way of the vengeful spirit in UCN.

[ernmark]

Who was in charge of marketing for Harry Potter?

(This isn't about She Who Must Not Be Named or her bigotry. This is purely about the business of bookselling.)

If you were a YA reader at the time, or you're into fandom history, you might know the story: July 16, 2005, in the wee hours of the morning a car pulls up to a bunch of teens and children standing outside a bookstore, and some jackass shouts at the top of their lungs: "Snape kills Dumbledore!" and then speeds away.

That story was infamous. THE biggest plot twist of THE biggest book series in the world, spoiled before anyone could even crack the pages.

Which is... actually kinda weird, right? How'd they know?

Had they read an advance copy? Did they stand in line since like 4 PM to get their hands on the book, and then the second they got their hands on it just frantically start skimming the last hundred pages or so until they found a particularly devastating bomb to drop? (Trolls being trolls, this was not considered particularly extreme behavior).

Or were they paid to do it?

This is adult me with conspiracy goggles on, but consider: The message that was sent is not that a character killed another character, but that no matter how hard you try to avoid spoiling your favorite story, some bad-faith actor is going to jump out of the bushes and do it anyway. There's no time to wait for your library's copy to be available, no time for your friend or your sibling to finish and hand it to you-- you have to buy your own copy right the fuck now.

And everybody and their sibling (literally, people were buying multiple copies per family) around the world buying the same book in the space of the same two weeks? That is how a book guarantees a spot on every international best seller list for a long ass time.

The thing is, whether this was a deliberate move or an amazingly convenient and lucrative bit of trolling does not matter. Regardless of the source, the marketing department pounced on an opportunity. Every brick-and-mortar bookstore left had piles of bookmarks and buttons, posters plastered on the windows, dividing readers into one of two teams: either "Trust Snape" or "Snape is a Bad Man". People wearing those pins sparked conversation and debate in real life, to say nothing of what was going on in the forums. Essays and treatises and manifestos were written. Books were published-- both officially licensed materials and unofficial ones full of theories and details.

When that next and final release was coming out, you bet your ass everybody on the planet was going to be there (or risk another drive-by spoiler). When the next movie was released that November, it didn't matter that what had come before was kinda iffy in quality-- people were showing up in costume.

Even before The Drive By Spoilering, the marketing team was honestly the stuff of legend. Gorgeous hand-illustrated covers and chapter header artwork, branded title fonts that could be recognized from a mile away in the dark, big fancy displays present in every single school book fair, and then that website-- the official website was a thing of absolute beauty, especially in that time. It was colorful and had a million moving parts and secrets to uncover, it was updated frequently and with a lot of little secret extra tidbits on the character and world, and oodles of essays from the author herself that were often very endearing to the readership. It was a gathering place for fans as much as the fan-run websites.

(I should point out that with marketing this robust, I have no doubt in my mind that all those tidbits and essays were themselves run past the team for approval, to make sure nothing particularly egregious slipped through the cracks. But that kind of editing isn't cheap, and I suspect it would only really have been employed during the Important Years for the franchise.)

I remember wanting to be a writer as a teenager, embarking on that career as I got out into the world and started querying books I'd written, and for every single one of us in the writing community, that kind of marketing was the dream. The midnight releases in full costume, the gorgeous custom covers, the posters in every library and bookstore, the breathtaking website. But all of those things turn out to be heinously expensive, and for every franchise that returns on that investment, there were dozens, perhaps hundreds, who didn't make back enough, or cover their expenses at all. And that's where you get to the point where querying authors were advised to establish massive followings on social media in order to demonstrate that they were a safe bet, that half the work was already done if the publishers would just give us a chance-- and sure, for some of them that effort did get them publishing contracts. At which point, even if the publishers felt inclined to spend more than a pittance on promoting new authors' work, there wasn't any point in doing so to the degree that the Harry Potter books received. There's little room to stand out in a saturated market; a flash in the pan is only impressive if the pan isn't already on fire.

These days there's little hope of any one new author rising to that kind of fame, though with self-promotion and self-advocacy, a lot more diverse authors are starting to carve out places for themselves. But marketing yourself is exhausting, and it's expensive, and it makes you vulnerable to all sorts of stupid blunders and career-ending missteps.

I'd rather stay indie. But I wouldn't say no to that marketing team.

[x-galactic-star-x]

this is just my personal toughts so feel free to ignore-

anso Minors DNI

I just want a William Afton fic where he takes the reader in, adopt them as his daughter or sumtin,

but this is as a concept of when fnaf started

for example: me who was 15 when fnaf came out i was already loving the astetic and the horror and the theories. and back then we only knew of the phone guy and the missing children stuffed inside the suit

so just imagine being there with the unknown man, most likely dangerous take your hand and take you in the journey of growin up with a universe that is fnaf

a younger you who been there since the start of this, the man behind the slaughter been shaped many times, in many ways.

just watching from a teen pov, we all know kids see things differently than adults, and meanwhile enjoying the game and franchise in such passion and acceptance, we had a lot of fun theorising and come up with our own idea .

idk if its weird but just imagine William Afton chuckle at me trying to figure out his story like its a puzzle, and just enjoy how much excitement it bring my younger me.

i bet he would say "you'll get it one day champ, now come on let's go get dinner!" and order pizza.

havin an adopted sinister and secretive fsther figure like William Afton, sounds like a lot to think about but as a fan perspective it would be like trying to solve a game.

so when i saw i wanna be my younger self and have a father daughter moment with this man, all wholesome and fluff and crap, but just while growing up with fnaf it changes every year, his form changes and so are we.

we grow and then we get to the offishal William Afton that we got from the Movie.

god why he fit a dad look and eveything and it make sence. but he also kinda hot- ehem-

(he a dad but also daddy dont judge me)

but besides that-

today with my adult self watching the movie and all

what i would imagine is the moment the springlocks would go off, and just smile

we all did, we all waited years to see this moment, and we just watched as he say the infamus words

"i always come back"

cause yes he will come back,

and yes there will be more to the story.

and i cant wait to see the next part

[ashcoveredtraveler]

Look, look, look. Kinda had this thought in my head when rewatching the Hazbin Hotel trailer and I have a bit of a theory. I have a tendency to guess what happens in shows/movies before they happen but the only evidence is when someone hears it so I have to say it here

Note: I only get my information about both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss from the shows themselves and whatever is posted on Vivziepops channel. I know she does post stuff on Twitter, but I deleted that a while ago so if what I am saying is common knowledge, oopsy

So I kept on looking at these two scenes:

They look like they are from the same scene but they are placed in different parts of the announcement trailer. It seems like Lucifer is doing a musical number that Charlie was an audience on. Considering that he has fire in his hand, he either might be singing about his time in heaven or his banishment from heaven, or both. In biblical lore he was an angel made out of fire and thought himself to be higher than god, and despite some drastic changes that the show made with the Deadly Sins and the Goetia Demons, I bet you that they kept this characterization of him for most of the plot. Anyways, Lucifer sings his song and Charlie is put to bed by Lilith with what her father sang about.

Now I am completely unsure what the hell Lucifer's goal is in actual lore as whenever I search it up, there are a variety of answers from people who genuinely try and study biblical lore to others who try and say the devil is bad and not to give any explanation. I am unsure if his goal was to infiltrate heaven and return to it under his rule or destroy it.

For my theory/idea, I want to go with the first option that he wants to go back to heaven under his rule. However he portrays it in a way that he was the victim and he portrays himself to be the victim to Charlie.

This would be her motivation for why she tried to find out if sinners could be redeemed. So her dad could get back into heaven.

Now from what I understand from the pilot, Charlie is portrayed as a slightly naive young adult who has a slight case of Disney Princess syndrome. However I do think that Charlie is someone you don't mess around with(as we also see from the pilot), but her kind personally covers her intent.

However, that is the pilot and to my knowledge that has been revealed to not be canon anymore like the Helluva Boss plot. That characterization might have changed slightly

I do think that she will succeed in her plan into getting sinners into heaven, and once her dad figures it out then a different type of conflict will happen.

Hopefully I said something that wasn't common knowledge.

[andmaybegayer]

Project “Let’s watch every single Fast & Furious movie”

This was. A very, very stupid movie. Easily the most influential one we've done so far but it is NOT good.

The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (2006)

This movie starts at a high school so we're already off to a bad start. Sean, the most American human alive, gets into a petty street race and to avoid going to jail is sent to live with his dad in Japan. He immediately starts getting into street racing somehow involving not the Yakuza, but a guy whose uncle is Yakuza. I bet his other uncle works for Nintendo too. The most American man alive is constantly bewildered by this strange oriental wonderland but not so bewildered that he does not Americanly barge into situations and make high stakes bets that he has zero idea how to pull off.

His ass is not 17!

You simply cannot efficiently blend "The actual Yakuza are here moving tens of thousands of dollars" and "17 year olds getting into fights over MP3 players".

Sean here has the most impossibly American accent, every time he opens his mouth you're like what in the goddamn was that, where did that come from. I have no idea if that's just how the actor talks or if he's affecting it.

This movie trades very highly in flash, exoticism and admittedly well shot driving scenes. The first race in Japan is stupendous car gore, absolutely wrecking a very fancy Nissan Silvia that feels like it was designed to make everyone cringe. Drifting is just implicitly cool, even if the bizzare chase-drifting used in some of the action scenes looks extremely silly.

There once again is an absolutely banal plot! Sean gets into debt with Han, one of the Drift King's lieutenants who is also secretly betraying the Drift King. Han is extremely gracious about letting Sean pay off his debts because... I guess because a brazen American is the only person who is willing to get into races with the Drift King. It's not entirely clear. There's a good run of training montages as Sean learns to drift, which is pretty much the core that holds this movie together, everything else is wild.

I'm not sure if this just feels bad because it's in comparison to the pretty solid movie that was 2 Fast 2 Furious but I feel like it's also bad when taken in isolation.

The rapper they put in this movie is Bow Wow who plays another 17 year old nicknamed "Twinkie" who is just called Twink by everyone all the time. It's. Certainly a writing decision you could make.

Tokyo Drift culturally was Initial D for the masses, it introduced the concept of drifting to a much, much wider audience, and you can see those effects take hold almost immediately. Need for Speed Carbon came out later the same year and introduced drifting as a major mechanic, you started seeing a lot more drift demos at car shows, and two years later Red Bull would have the 2008 Drifting Championship.

There's so many plot threads that just never resolve ever in this thing. Sean moves in with his estranged dad who is a navy man. He alludes to "his mistakes" and there's all kinds of setup for them to go back and forth and resolve their separation but it doesn't happen ever. There's a love interest who mostly serves as a source of friction between Sean and the Drift King but whose complicated history is kind of just smoothed over in a single scene. I think they tried to fit a good story and cool race scenes and realized they could only fit one, and went with race scenes. A lot more minutes of the movie are dedicated to driving shots than before.

I must once again stress that in theory this cast is mostly teenagers. It's not even that they look like 26 year olds, they are also constantly out driving at high speed surrounded by adults who don't seem to care that they're teens so it's like. What was the point. Why did we do this? Was it just to appeal to The Teens? You could fabricate any reason for an American driver to run away to Japan and have to learn how to drift, making him a teen was absolutely not necessary, and they don't do jack shit about them being teenagers! They all just act like adults who sometimes have to go to school for some reason! Bizzare choice.

There's no screenshots here because the only interesting scenes are driving, which are really meant to be seen in motion. That's basically the verdict. 3/10 good driving scenes.

[rulettebitch]

Sore Loser

The bottle stopped spinning. grinned at him from across the circle, mischief glinting in your eyes. Before he could overthink it—before he could ruin it—you leaned in, and your lips met. Who would imagine Brian Jackson to be such a fuckboy? (This is an AU a year after the movie, he is still a loser)

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

Chapter 04

You groaned as you stared at the list in your hands, the weight of your lost bet pressing down on your shoulders like a sack of bricks. you had been so sure that Rachel’s team would lose the trivia night—so sure that you wouldn’t have to be the one babysitting a bunch of freshmen for the entire evening. But here you were, holding a crumpled piece of paper with a hastily scribbled plan for the night’s festivities, courtesy of Rachel’s smug grin and a poorly timed wager. The plan was simple, at least in theory: gather the freshmen, take them to a karaoke bar for some “ice-breaking fun,” and then herd them to the frat house for the main event—a costume party celebrating the end of their first semester. 

Of all the nights to be stuck babysitting a bunch of freshmen, it had to be this one. The end-of-semester party was supposed to be legendary—a night of reckless abandon, bad decisions, and questionable dance moves. But no, thanks to a stupid bet you’d made with Rachel, you were now the designated responsible adult. Well, as responsible as one could be while herding a group of overexcited novices through a karaoke bar and then to a frat house.

The worst part? you had to stay sober. Completely, utterly, painfully sober.

The theme for the night was “Costumes for Novices,” which, as far as you could tell, meant everyone was supposed to dress up as something vaguely embarrassing but not too creative. You had settled on a pair of cat ears and a tail, figuring it was the least amount of effort you could get away with. After all, you weren't there to have fun. You were there to make sure no one ended up in the hospital—or worse, on instagram.

By the time you arrived at the meeting point, a group of freshmen was already gathered, buzzing with excitement. They were a motley crew, dressed in everything from superhero capes to inflatable dinosaur costumes. 

The karaoke bar was your first hurdle. It was a dingy little place tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop, the kind of establishment that smelled faintly of stale beer and desperation. The neon sign outside flickered ominously as you approached, a group of wide-eyed freshmen trailing behind you like ducklings. They were already buzzing with excitement, their costumes ranging from the painfully generic—a vampire here, a pirate there—to the outright bizarre —one guy had come as a sentient jar of peanut butter. You sighed, you weren't in the mood for costumes, or karaoke, or anything that involved being sober while surrounded by people who were very much not.

The bar was already packed when they arrived, the air thick with the sound of off-key singing and the occasional burst of laughter. You herded the freshmen toward a corner booth, your eyes scanning the room for potential disasters. There was a guy in a banana costume attempting to climb onto the stage, a girl in a fairy outfit spilling her drink on the floor, and a group of what appeared to be superheroes arguing over the karaoke queue. You felt a headache coming on.

“Alright, listen up,” you said, raising your voice to be heard over the din. “We’re here for one hour, max. Stick together, don’t do anything stupid, and for the love of God, don’t lose anyone. Got it?”

The freshmen nodded eagerly, though you could already see the glint of mischief in their eyes. you knew it was only a matter of time before someone did something ridiculous, but for now, you could only hope to keep the chaos to a minimum. You slumped into a booth, nursing a soda and keeping a watchful eye on the group as they dispersed to explore the bar.

It didn’t take long for the first incident to occur. One girl was enthusiastically waving a song list in the air while a boy—probably the self-proclaimed "funny one" of the group—attempted to climb onto the stage despite the fact that a performance was still in progress. You swooped in just in time to yank him back down by his hoodie.

“Rule number one of tonight: don’t cause so much of a scene that we get thrown out before we even start,” you said, shooting him a withering look. “We have a whole evening of bad decisions ahead of us. Pace yourselves.”

Predictably, they laughed, unbothered by the reprimand. You sighed and resigned yourself to your fate. If you were going to be the responsible one, you might as well own it.

The karaoke bar was a cacophony of off-key singing, spilled drinks, and freshmen who seemed determined to test your patience at every turn. After untangling the cowboy from the microphone cord for the third time and breaking up a heated argument between the peanut butter jar and a guy dressed as a traffic cone, you decided you needed a moment to yourself.

You slipped out of the bar and headed for the stairs. The rooftop terrace was a hidden gem, one you’d discovered during your own novice party. It wasn’t much—just a small space with a few chairs, a couple of potted plants, and some string lights that gave it a cozy, almost magical feel. But it was quiet, and that was exactly what you needed. You push open the door and step outside, the cool night air hitting you like a balm. The noise from the bar faded into the background, replaced by the distant hum of the city and the occasional honk of a car horn.

You made your way to the railing, pulling a cigarette and a lighter from your pocket. You lit it, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the night. The view from the rooftop was surprisingly beautiful, especially at night. The city stretched out before you, a maze of lights and shadows, with the occasional flash of a car’s headlights cutting through the darkness. The streetlights below traced the paths of the city, their glow creating a stark contrast to the inky sky above.

You leaned against the railing, your elbows resting on the cool metal as you stared out at the landscape. For the first time that night, you felt relaxed. The tension in your shoulders began to ease, and the tightness in your chest loosened. You hadn’t realized how wound up you’d been until now, how much the responsibility of looking after the freshmen had been weighing on you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them—well, most of them, anyway—but you hadn’t signed up for this. 

You released a sigh, flicking ash over the railing wondering who you had to put up with for the rest of the night. Apparently, at the last minute, Rachel had told you that you and another loser had to deal with the novices.

Your fingers tightened around the railing as a voice reached your ears. The sound of his footsteps grew closer, steady and deliberate, until he was standing just behind you. His voice was smooth, calm, and annoyingly familiar. you didn’t turn around, not at first. Instead, you took another slow drag from your cigarette, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light of the rooftop. 

“I’m sorry for arriving late,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of apology. “I was helping at the frat house.”

You exhaled a plume of smoke, your eyes still fixed on the horizon. “Don’t worry,” you replied, your tone clipped. “I get it.”

You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his presence beside you now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your cigarette box still resting in your hand, tilted slightly in his direction. It was an unspoken offer, one you hadn’t even fully realized you were making until you felt the weight of the box shift. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against yours as he took a cigarette. The touch was brief, but it was enough to make you stiffen. You didn’t pull away, though. Instead, you kept your hand steady, your expression unreadable.

You heard the flick of a lighter, the small flame illuminating his face for a brief moment as he lit the cigarette. He stepped up to the railing, standing beside you now, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence but not so close that it felt intrusive. You finally turned your head, just enough to glance at him, and that’s when it hit you.

It was Brian.

Your stomach dropped, a mix of surprise and irritation flooding your chest. You hadn’t seen him since that awkward tutoring session weeks ago, the one that had ended in a heated argument. You hadn’t spoken since either. And now here he was, standing beside you on this rooftop, as if nothing had happened.

You took a step back, distancing yourself from him. “Good lord, could you fucking get out of my sight?”

Brian didn’t flinch. He took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling the smoke in a lazy plume before responding. “You get out,” he said, his tone unbothered, almost amused.

“I was here first, prick,” you shot back.

For a moment, both of you stood there, locked in a silent standoff. Then you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

 “Look, I’m sorry,” you said, though the words felt heavy on your tongue. “I didn’t mean—” you stopped yourself, realizing how unfair you were being. You were still angry, yes, but that didn’t give you the right to lash out at him. Not like this.

“No, you meant it,” Brian said, cutting you off. His voice was softer now, almost regretful. “And I’m sorry too.”

“You called me a whore,” you reminded him, the words slipping out before you could stop them. It was the thing that had haunted you, the thing you couldn’t let go of.

Brian’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head. “Didn’t,” he said firmly.

“Did,” you insisted, your voice rising slightly.

“Didn’t,” he repeated, his tone steady. He turned to face you fully now, his blue eyes locking onto you. “I merely said you were—” He stopped abruptly, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest of moments before meeting you eyes again. 

The air between you seemed to shift, charged with something unspoken.

You were standing so close now. You could see the faint stubble on his jaw, the way his brown hair fell slightly into his eyes. His blue eyes shimmered with an intensity that made you heart race, and you found yourself unable to look away. You licked your lips unconsciously, you mind racing.

He was jealous. You knew it. He wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t admit it, but you could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his hand tightened around the cigar. The night you had spent with his roommate—it had gotten under his skin. But he had no right. You could do whatever you damn well pleased, and you would make sure he knew it.

“I know you want to fuck me, Brian. Get over it,” you said, your voice steady but laced with defiance. “I’m not interested in dating.” Your words hung in the air like a challenge, sharp and unapologetic.

Brian blinked, caught off guard by your bluntness. His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly, as if trying to decipher your words. “Dating?” he repeated, his tone tinged with confusion. “Who said I wanted to date you?”

“So I am right. You’re jealous because I slept with Jill,” you confirmed.

Brian’s expression shifted, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “His name is James,” he corrected you, his tone dry.

You froze for a moment, your smirk faltering. You blinked, processing his words, and then let out a frustrated groan, slapping your hand to your forehead. 

“Fuck off,” you muttered, you cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Brian couldn’t help but laugh, a low, mocking chuckle that only deepened your irritation. “And you still don’t know his name,” he teased, shaking his head in disbelief. “I wonder if you usually spend nights with people whose names you don’t know about.” His tone was playful now, his earlier seriousness melting away. “Actually,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I think I heard you moan many names when you stayed at mine.”

Your eyes widened, your embarrassment turning to mortification. “Did you hear me moan someone else's name?”

His face fell, the playful glint in his eyes fading as quickly as it had appeared. He looked away, suddenly uncomfortable, and took a long drag from his cigar. When he realized it had burned down to nothing, he reached over and plucked your cigar from your hand without asking, bringing it to his lips.

The silence between you was heavy now, charged with unspoken tension. You crossed your arms over your chest, your earlier bravado replaced by a vulnerability you hadn’t intended to show. You watched as Brian exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze fixed on the city skyline.

Your laughter cut through the tension like a knife, sharp and unrelenting. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, but it was enough to make Brian’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. He shifted uncomfortably, taking a step back from you as if putting physical distance between them could somehow undo the vulnerability he had just exposed.

“So you did?” you asked again, your voice laced with amusement, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You tilted your head, studying him like a scientist observing a particularly fascinating specimen. “You actually heard me?”

Brian’s face burned hotter, and he looked away, his jaw tightening. He wished could take back every word, rewind the conversation, and never bring up that night. But it was too late now. The memory of it came rushing back—how he had lain awake in his room, the thin walls doing little to muffle the sounds from his roommate’s dorm. The soft laughter, the muffled sighs, the occasional gasp that had made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t want to examine too closely. He had tried to ignore it, to bury his head under a pillow and pretend he wasn’t hearing any of it, but it had been impossible. And now, here you were, standing in front of him, teasing him about it.

“Oh no, stop,” you said, your laughter bubbling over again as you took in his flustered expression. “You actually look so cute when you’re embarrassed. Who knew Brian Jackson could blush like that?”

Brian shot you a glare, though it lacked any real heat. “Not funny,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff.

But you weren't done. You stepped closer to him, your grin widening as you leaned in, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “What did you think? Should I moan more? Maybe higher? Would that make it better for you?”

Brian’s eyes widened, and he took another step back, nearly stumbling over his own feet. “y/n,” he said, his voice strained, “I swear to God, if you don’t stop—”

“Or what?” you interrupted, your tone light and teasing. “You’ll call me a whore again?”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and Brian’s expression shifted, the playfulness draining from his face. He looked at you, his blue eyes dark and serious. “I didn’t call you that,” he said quietly. “And I never would.”

Your smile faltered, and for a moment, you looked almost guilty. But then you shrugged, brushing off the moment with a casual wave of your hand. 

“Whatever,” you said, though your voice lacked its earlier bite.

As you leaned against the railing, your fingers tapped idly against the metal. Your mind was far from calm. The question had been nagging at you, bubbling up from someplace you couldn’t quite name. Curiosity? Concern? You weren't sure. But before you could stop yourself, it slipped out.

“Are you a virgin, Brian?” you asked suddenly, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife.

Brian froze, the lighter in his hand flickering as he tried to shield the flame from the breeze. He didn’t look at you, his focus entirely on lighting his cigar, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened ever so slightly. Finally, he took a long drag, exhaling the smoke slowly before answering. 

“What if I was?” he said, his tone carefully neutral.

You blinked, caught off guard by his response. you hadn’t expected him to actually entertain the question. 

“Oh, you’re serious?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise. You realized how it must have sounded—mockingly, dismissively—but that wasn’t your intention. Not really. You were genuinely curious, maybe even a little concerned. Brian was… well, Brian. He was cute, handsome even, with those sharp features and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. You had always assumed he’d have no trouble in that department. Even with his odd character. The idea that he might still be a virgin hadn’t even crossed your mind.

He turned to look at you then, his expression unreadable. 

“So what if I am?” he echoed, his voice steady but with an edge of defiance. He leaned his elbows on the railing, his posture relaxed, but there was a tension in his eyes that betrayed his calm exterior.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, but now that the question was out there, you couldn’t take it back. “I just… I didn’t expect that,” you said finally, your voice softer now. “I mean, you’re… you. You’re not exactly the type I’d picture being…” you trailed off, realizing how judgmental you sounded. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

Brian let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

You felt a spark of something you hadn’t expected—a sudden, undeniable urge to impress Brian. It wasn’t like you cared much about what anyone thought, least of all him. But there was something about the way he looked at you, the way his voice faltered when you talked, that made you want to see that flustered, vulnerable side of him again. He was cute, you admitted to herself, more than cute. And damn, he kissed better than his roommate. Way better.

You took a step closer to Brian, your movements deliberate but gentle. The night air seemed to grow warmer as you reached up, your fingers brushing against his ear as you tucked a few stray strands of hair behind it. Your touch was light, almost fleeting, but it sent a shiver down his spine. you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper that was barely audible over the distant hum of the city. 

“Wouldn’t you like to try sometimes?” you asked, you breath warm against his ear.

Brian froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, his ears burning crimson under your gaze. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. “I um—I’d rather—” he stammered, his voice shaky, his thoughts a jumbled mess. But then, before he could overthink it, the words spilled out. “Yes, I do—I do want to try.”

Your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, your eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something softer, something almost tender. you pulled back slightly, your gaze locking with his. “Tuesday at yours,” you said, you tone casual but firm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Brian blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. He nodded, “Tuesday,” the word feeling heavy and significant as it left his lips.

For a moment, they stood there, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Then you stepped back, breaking the spell. you turned toward the door that led back inside the karaoke bar.

Chap 1 │ Chap 2 │ Chap 3 │Chap 4 │ Chap 5 │ Chap 6

Guys bad news... and good news!! There will be a Chapter 6, but I'm writting rather slowly. Today my sexynspiration wasn't hitting like it should, but the tensionspiration...hmmmmm

[bllsbailey]

Actor Jon Voight Talks to RedState About 'Reagan' Movie and Issues a Dire Warning

Oscar-winning actor Jon Voight has had (and is still having) a legendary career, starring in numerous classics ranging from emotionally powerful, thought-provoking films like "Coming Home," "Midnight Cowboy," and "Deliverance" to Hollywood blockbusters like "Mission Impossible" and "National Treasure." His latest is the highly anticipated movie "Reagan," starring Dennis Quaid as the Gipper, and it's hitting theaters nationwide on August 30.

I was honored to interview him Monday, and I asked about his character, Viktor Petrovich, a composite of several KGB spies, and how that character is used to frame the film. He also spoke about the messages he took from the biopic—and from Ronald Reagan himself.

Voight first explained why the KGB would have some young Hollywood actor on its radar during a time when the Cold War was heating up and the threat of another world war loomed over mankind.

Reagan was one of the prominent early voices calling out the evil and corruption of the former U.S.S.R.:

VOIGHT: And he became president of the Actors Guild, and he was saying things against Communism, from a young time, you see, and he saw that the unions, the [actor's] union was being, it was an attempted takeover by Soviet people of the union. And he fought against it. And that was the time in the '60s, you know, when the schools were having these riots and stuff like this, all this big leftist stuff that was happening for the first time in our country in these schools... And he confronted them. He was very strong against them. He went and he said to the dean of the school, he said, "who's the adult in this room? You're going to allow these people to damage your school? Who the hell are you if you don't stand up against this?!" The president of the college saying, well, we're negotiating with them. You don't negotiate with the people who are trying to damage your school! ...

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SPOILER ALERT: Stop now if you don’t want to know about plot details.

Voight continued, explaining that over time, Petrovich realized his country was wrong—and the Gipper was right to be fighting against the Dark Empire and battling for our freedom:

It’s that danger, the conservative actor maintains, that still threatens the United States of America and the vision our founding fathers had in mind. Huge swaths of our education system have become cesspools of indoctrination:

Well, because these kids have been taught these things against our country. And against Israel, too. That's where you're sending your kids—to get these kinds of programmings; people say it, and you don't listen to them. That's what's going on in the classrooms.

It’s a dire warning, and one we should pay heed to after we watched pro-Hamas zealots overtake numerous campuses in the spring and in the fall of ’23—events we’re likely to see repeated as classes resume around the country this autumn. 

As Voight points out, many of our nation’s educational institutions have become hotbeds of socialism, communism, radical gender theory, divisive DEI/social justice activism, and more. We have to continue to speak out against the threat, and Jon Voight deserves a tremendous amount of credit for being one of the few Hollywood heavyweights who isn’t afraid to fight for what’s right.

In the meantime, I’ll be headed to the theaters to watch this movie on August 30, as I bet—and hope—many of you will as well.

[jessiescock]

lion king franchise media only works if the lions are sexy. the cg realism takes were always destined to be dogshit bc they don’t seem to understand this core principle. Allow me to illustrate my point:

now the first movie is obviously very good, the lions are very sexy. so many characters who inspired a sexual or romantic awakening for their hordes of devoted fans. phenomenal movie, not exactly a hot take i know.

now the second movie tho, many ppl really like it even tho it is pretty bland and forgettable on its own, and very bad in its function as a sequel. that doesn’t matter tho because everyone wants to fuck Kovu. Everyone loves this awful movie bc they’re so got dam horny for the edgy hot topic emo lion. I would even argue that horny kovu fans are this movie’s most notable long-term impact on pop culture. So while it’s not a particularly outstanding film, it’s reasonably popular in its own right, fondly remembered by many, and did manage to have at least some kind of lasting cultural impact. all thanks to the sexy lion.

There isn’t really much to say about the third movie. it’s not even 80 minutes long, most people probably don’t even know it exists. I would say that it’s stupid and unnecessary and that no one asked for a Timon and Pumbaa backstory, but the scenes about them parenting Simba are actually really cute and funny and heartwarming and i’m glad that we have those. Once again, the sexy lion (im talking about adult simba here!!!) saves the otherwise pretty unremarkable movie from irrelevance and disdain. We’re starting to see a pattern emerge here.

Ok what else is there. There’s the Timon and Pumbaa TV show from the 90s. I gotta admit i didn’t really watch much of that, but i’ve been told that it’s funny. I also know they have Simba show up sometimes. Put a pin in that.

Ofc i can’t not mention the absolutely phenomenal live action version that offers a refreshing new take on a beloved classic: the stage musical. absolutely phenomenal both as a piece of theatre and as an adaption no notes. Ofc the lion characters in this one are also very sexy. With these last two examples tho it’s starting to look like the sexy lions are not necessarily the sole reason for lion king media to be good, but there’s definitely a connection here.

I didn’t watch Lion Guard because it’s a show for babies, but i know several kids who really like the show and it seems to be successful enough. Here again we have Simba being present as a character, and while I don’t have any hard evidence on this one I’m willing to bet that there’s a substantial amount of kids who have/had a crush on Kion. So I’ll say this one also fits into my theory here.

The stupid fucking 2019 CG remake exists purely as an afterthought to the original 1994 movie and has zero redeeming qualities. All the characters including the lions look absolutely awful. They don’t even look that realistic, like have you ever seen a real lion? they look a million times cooler than those awful soulless beasts. Understandably enough I have not seen anyone being even remotely horny for those vile creatures. And that’s quite a remarkable feat considering they got fuckin Beyoncé and Donald Glover as Nala and Simba. I think if they’d just used footage of real lions and let them do a voiceover over that, there would have been some freaks who get off on that. Maybe there’s someone out there who wants to fuck CG Simba, but as someone who seeks out a lot of lion king content and spent way too much time hatereading reactions to the 2019 movie, i have thankfully never encountered them. This awful awful movie may have brought in a lot of money to its greedy corporate overlords, but it has had zero cultural impact. Sure when it was announced and eventually released everyone had a lot to say about it (mostly about how much it fucking sucked) but as soon as the novelty wore off everyone just forgot about it. I have watched this movie and there’s not a single scene from it that i can even remotely clearly recall. There were some memes about how awful it all looked when it was new but those all quickly went away again. I don’t think there’s anyone who enjoys this movie without at least some kind of connection to the original. Yea it made a lot of money and stirred up some controversy but now 5 years later no one gives a shit about it anymore. and there’s no sexy lions anywhere to be found.

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Good Son (1993)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Dammit, I already used “Good Son, Bad Movie” the last time I wrote a review for this thriller. I could wrack my brain to think of something clever but that pretty much summarizes it. The Good Son brings nothing new to the “Bad Seed” story. Its characters are flat and what’s set up doesn’t pay off in any satisfying way. This means you have the entire movie figured out as soon as the main characters are introduced.

10-year-old Mark Evans (Elijah Wood) is still grieving his recently deceased mother when he's sent to live with his aunt (Wendy Crewson) and uncle (Daniel Hugh Kelly) while his father is away on business. Befriending their son, Henry (Macaulay Culkin), Mark soon realizes the boy pretends to be nice and well-mannered but is actually a cruel sadist obsessed with death.

The story goes that in the early '90s, Hollywood felt like the time was right for a “classy” thriller about children and evil. Macaulay Culkin was cast as the malicious kid as a way to show audiences that he had greater range than they had seen previously. The problem is that Caulkin didn’t fit this part. Even if you don’t see his face and flashback to a Christmas favorite, you don’t feel intimidated. I'm not saying that because there are few things as non-threatening as a 10-year-old. To compensate, the film takes many cheap shortcuts. Rather than make the film feel darker and edgier, these actually make it feel uninspired. We see Henry smoke but that's only shocking because it's something a little kid shouldn’t do. You see it as a tactic to provoke a reaction. There’s of course the obligatory curse word thrown in to make the sensitive mothers in the audience clutch their pearls and the standard stuff you’d expect out of this movie - the kind of bad behavior anyone with a brain would notice and bring up in a family therapy session. Henry wears creepy masks around the house. He has a shed in the woods where he collects animal bones, hangs dolls with nooses and has built a lethal crossbow. Most important of all, he speaks in a tone that screams “evil” because he never shows any vulnerability or emotion and delivers all of his lines as if they come from a teleprompter. I’m not saying that Culkin gives a bad performance but his dialogue clearly comes from an adult. You never buy it.

Despite all of these issues, I’m going to say that the biggest problem with The Good Son is that everything surrounding the titular child is so thin and poorly written. The assumption is that Henry’s parents are too busy grieving over their dead baby (I’ll give you three guesses of what happened) to recognize what’s hiding in plain sight. That theory doesn’t hold up. Shouldn’t Aunt Susan be so paranoid about her remaining son and daughter (she’s played by Quinn Culkin) that she’d never let them out of her sight? Instead, the kids are free to do whatever they want all day. I know this story takes place in a small town but it just doesn’t feel right. No, Henry gets away with everything because she’s too busy standing on the edge of a cliff all day (I bet you can see where that’s going too), as if she’s a 15th-century maiden waiting for her pirate husband to sail back after months away. Even with all of these “factors” hindering Mark’s believability… there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to expose Henry for who he is. Over and over, you think director Joseph Ruben (who also directed the lousy Sleeping with the Enemy the previous year) will use the tools he has on hand. The child psychologist who surely won't be fooled by the pre-teen's facade, the numerous incidents around town, the way a child who is still grieving his mother might actually act out and misbehave… but no. It’s nothing but squandered potential.

Upon release,The Good Son was criticized for the way it took a child star and placed him in a film decidedly not appropriate for children. I’m not sure that's a fair criticism. If the movie had been really good, no one would’ve complained, particularly with the MPAA rating making it clear that this movie isn’t meant for young audiences. But it isn’t good, and when you combine that with the way it misuses its big names, The Good Son is just a waste. (February 25, 2022)

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Danny the teen heroes mentor Part 2

source: #crack

Part 1

Midas: Space Doorway CEO they've got multiple theories -Danny's a hero, either still active or retired -Danny was a hero's sidekick -Danny is a lab experiment/clone of a hero -Danny is just a cool guy and this knowledge is coincidental -He's secretly just a hero fanboy and that's why he knows so much -Danny's a retired villain

soap -Danny's an active villain looking to get close to them to beat their mentors and take over the world

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO except he never asks like. identifying questions or anything

Midas: Space Doorway CEO -Danny's a villain looking to train them because the heroes nowadays are easy as shit and he wants a challenge

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO he just mother hens them and sometimes asks what video games they're into

soap it's almost immediately thrown out, until an adult finds out and gets suspicious

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO of course

Midas: Space Doorway CEO that is not one of the kid's theories That's an adult's theory

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO what if Phantom is actually known to the JL but they don't know about Fenton but all the kids know about Fenton and not Phantom

Midas: Space Doorway CEO nice

soap Phantom just drops info on their kids and the JL gets super suspicious it's a pun because "super" and they're "super"heroes I'm hilarious

Midas: Space Doorway CEO how do the adults notice Fenton then? did they notice an improvement in the kids' performance?

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO or one of the kids says to another like "if you don't eat breakfast i'll tell Fenton"

Midas: Space Doorway CEO …..do you think he would pull the "I'm not mad, just disappointed" card then or nah?

soap possibly, another likely option is that food just appears around them punishment for skipping a meal is being surrounded by bread like that one kid from that one movie

Midas: Space Doorway CEO Danny: super gadgets? Kids: check Danny: homework to finish while on break? Kids: check.. Danny: did you have breakfast? Kids: uh, no..? Danny: unacceptable, check your pockets Kids: granola bars! with chocolate! Danny: of course, I'm not an idiot, I know how to trick my kids into eating their fiber it's the first time he referred to them as "his kids"

ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO aww soap awwww Midas: Space Doorway CEO you can bet they will tease him about it, but don't really mind soap wholesome crack Hades: Dani Todd CCO — 10/21/2022 3:28 PM Wholesome crack is the best kind Midas: Space Doorway CEO now imagine the kids doing that to the adult heroes they're super confused because "hey that's good advice, but I never taught you that wtf" soap they think their kid is "cheating" with a different mentor it all comes to a head when someone on the JL brings it up with another member in a meeting, in which Phantom is there, and it clicks that he never told either side who he actually was ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO they kind of are, but it's also just some rando they met soap JL Member 1, pointing at JL Member 2: you stole my kid! JL Member 2: I stole your kid? you stole my kid! Danny, realising that they're talking about him: :pikachu_batman: ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO the question is, does danny commit to the bit or does he tell the truth Midas: Space Doorway CEO COMMIT TO THE BIT soap obviously commit to the bit Midas: Space Doorway CEO Danny "extra" Phantom: if you stole their kid, and you stole theirs- who stole mine, huh? soap everyone: you have a kid?! Phantom: well, yeah, but someone stole them! ectoentity | Dino Facts CIO danny mentoring the kids: make sure you tell the truth to your responsible adults unless it's really funny soap the JL ask him about his kid and he describes their kids Midas: Space Doorway CEO HA soap JL Member: oh wow! it sounds like your kid would get along really well with mine! Danny, who has been describing their kid for the past hour: oh, really? Midas: Space Doorway CEO we're cackling like a devil right now that's hilarious LittleMrsCookie Danny (as Phantom) to Batman: I've recently started mentoring this Teenage Hero, now that I think of it, he reminds me of one of your Robins, but I'm sure it's a coincidence … (starts describing one of Batman's kids)

[dikanamai]

Working on a gifset I will post later, I noticed this little detail that I find beautifully tender:

When baby Pepa shifts in her sleep, Alma caresses her head gently with her thumb.

This made me think again about a post I read time ago, saying Pepa was a love deprived child because Alma completely neglected her during her childhood and that's why she had a complicated relationship with her mother.

That kind of takes about Alma being an awful mother since the very moment they were given the miracle infuriates me, because there's absolutely nothing in canon to support that theory. In fact, the little we see in the movie about the triplets' childhood is this beautiful, heartbreaking moment, in which a traumatized Alma looks at them and makes the obvious decision to keep living for them. She has been holding them tight through the whole scene of the escape, the persecution, the attack, Pedro's death and the miracle's creation, and she's still holding them in her lap now, sitting "safely" in her new home. But Alma is still paralyzed by the shock and the pain, and her babies are the ones who bring her back to her senses with their mere presence, reminding her there're still reasons to live. I will never accept that Alma felt anything but the deepest, strongest love for her children and did everything she could to given them the happiest childhood possible. I bet they were her world, and she was their world, and especially during those first years of the Encanto, the four of them lived for each other, before the gifts turned things more complicated. But even so, till the kids became adults, there would never be anyone more important for Alma than the triplets and there would never be anyone more important for the triplets than Alma.

During my father's wake two weeks ago, I met a friend of one of my brothers whose husband died some years ago by cancer. They were still young, both in their forties, so their children were quite young too. But she told me: "If I managed to stand up again was thank to my children. I thought I had left alone to take care of them, but they looked after me even more and made me feel so loved and protected that healing was a bit easier". I've always imagined something similar for Alma and the triplets. She protected them and provided for them, and they took care of her broken heart. The proof is that their gifts, as helpful as they could be for the town as a whole, are also direct responses to their mom's necessities: heal her wounds, soothe her fears and clear her skies. In their innocence, I think the triplets got their gifts from the love they felt for their mother.

I live for the relationship between Alma and the triplets, and how it changed and developed over the different stages of their lives. Now more than ever, tbh.

[kirieshhhka003]

Hey! Can you write some hcs about the Bucci gang after a quarrel with their S/O, who got really upset? How would they act and how would they try to resolve?

Thank you for your request, my lovely anon💚

Bucci Gang after a quarrel with S/o

Bruno Buccellati

Bruno is not a dispute person at all, he’s a leader of mafioso group, he’s a capo, he meets hundreds of people daily and it’s necessary for brunette to be able to resolve any kind of conflicts

If Bruno understand that it’s impossible to circumvent a quarrel with S/o, he tries at least to do it as quiet and less aggressive as possible, to minimize both S/o’s and his own stress that this dispute causes

Mafioso gives S/o a little time to gather their thoughts and to calm down a little. Bruno also uses this opportunity to think about everything a few times and then approaches his beloved, wanting to resolve this argue now and not leaving it just like that. They’ll have a long talk, that leads to lounging on the couch and watching S/o’s favorite movie

Leone Abbacchio

It’s no secret that Leone has a really sharp tongue, and his offhandedly spoken words cause quarrels the most. Sense of tact? - No, never heard of it. Even when Abbacchio tries to settle the conflict - somehow blonde manages to make it even worse

If he’s wrong - Abbacchio will calmly admit it and apologize afterwards, but if he knows that it’s S/o’s bad, silver-haired won’t even try to prove his point of view. He’s in relationships with an adult, not a bratty child, S/o should learn how to deal with their emotions and to resolve all disputes composedly

Leone won’t fret over putting up with S/o, if they don’t wanna talk to him - okay, it’s their right. Blonde is open for a conversation all the time and he can wait for S/o to cool down. As mentioned above Abbacchio dates an adult, and he doesn’t want to deal with a snotty child

Guido Mista

This man can’t keep his mouth shut, and when the dispute has been started - he won’t be the one who stops it. Mista will continue to argue, trying to prove his point of view, interrupting S/o and not letting them wholly voice what they think or want to tell

Guido needs some time to cool down and settle down his emotions, only then he starts to understand what was going on and who actually is wrong and who’s right. It’s not a big deal for him to admit his fault and apologize afterwards - he may be stubborn, but not egoistic

If it actually was his mistake, Guido won’t screw around and try to make amends by taking S/o to a restaurant or going for a shopping. He fucked up - he makes it up. If it was S/o’s fault - an apology is more than enough, it’s actually more likely that Guido will forget about their quarrel the following day

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is pretty bad at verbal conflicts, that’s why he usually uses physical force, but hell no, he won’t lay a finger on his beloved! And if they start to argue Narancia feels so helpless and vulnerable that he simply starts to cry. It’s not like he throws a tantrum, but S/o can see him sneaking in to wipe the tears off of his eyes

It’s hard to deal with Narancia after a dispute - he acts like a real snuffy resentful child, not wanting to talk to S/o. In this case they are an adult and he’s a kid that needs love and attention. It’s never takes much to stop him frowning and open up. Ghirga will try to explain what upset him this much, but he never succeeds at expressing his thoughts distinctly

Brunette is bad at comforting others and he’s a little clueless about what he’s supposed to say or do, so he simply decides that bringing his upset beloved some snack or sweets is the best way to cheer S/o up. He then just cuddles them up and shyly mumbles apologies in their ear

Pannacotta Fugo

Due to Fugo’s short temper and incredible stubbornness him and S/o often have fights and argues, and S/o seemed to get used to it. But one of their ‘little disputes’ got out of control and everything went totally shitty, with lots of screaming and even tears

After Fugo cooled down and his thoughts became clear, blonde understood how much he fucked up. And S/o’s sulky face and total ignorance of Pannacotta only proves mafioso’s theory

This man is so stubborn and egoistic to admit his fault. He can’t be wrong, he has smart-ass brains, it’s impossible for him to make any mistakes! But after a week of being dumped on by his beloved Fugo starts to realize that he was guilty. Blonde waits for an opportunity to start a conversation and to finally apologize for being such a jerk

Giorno Giovanna

Pretty much like Bruno, blonde is nothing of a dispute person, he actually tries to avoid any sort of quarrels and conflicts if possible, but when those happen Giorno gets really nervous and stressed

If S/o feel bad after an argue, they can bet that Gio feels way worse, and the fact that this quarrel also upset his beloved doesn’t ease his anguish in any way. Blonde feels guilty, even if he’s not, and it lays a huge weight on his chest

It’s more likely that Giogio will make the first move, approaching S/o from behind and snuggling up to them. Blonde gently rubs circles on their back and shoulders, saying “We should never argue again”. It looks like Giorno tries to comfort S/o, but it’s actually one of the ways to soothe his own worry

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From Someone Who Studied Animation

Recently got my degree in animation and having had a browse through this blog I want to reflect on the history of Dobson from the perspective of someone who studied the subject of animation myself , I’ll more than likely repeat things people have already said but there’s some interesting points I haven’t seen brought up at all. For context I live in the UK and the way the animation industry works here is different to that of America in that outside of children’s cartoons and adverts there’s not much of a business here. Unless you can afford to travel , good luck trying go work for something big like Disney , or god help you adult swim. A professional told me point blank that the chances to work for adult animation is near none existent over here and if you want to actually make money than portfolios have to show work that’ll appeal to someone who’ll lend you a job in marketing stuff to kids. This is not to say adult animation doesn’t exist here btw, there’s plenty of freelancers doing it for themselves, this is just to put some things into perspective. I should also add that I didn’t go to a fancy university like that of Calarts or the Royal College of art, I went to a community college deal where a bunch of different subjects were taught and I was thus surrendered by a lot of different sources of information as well as influences , while also having to deal with lack of funding and having to fight for resources against every other art focused class. So I can’t say much on Dobson’s personal experience of studying animation as not only did he and I learn the subject from drastically different environments with different expectations , but he learned the subject in a drastically different time than I did as well (him being an American when traditional 2D movies from The Mouse TM were big while I’m a European in a time where tiktok memes are big) However what I can say from an animators perspective is the “he studied animation and that’s why his comics sucks” explanation I seen floating about regarding his work is complete utter bullshit , even if people aren’t saying that to excuse his obvious laziness. You’d be surprised how much you have to learn about illustration when taking a course on animation , as you do need to know basics like perspective, colour theory and figure drawing before you can figure out how to make those things move in a way that’s coherent and pleasant to look at, as well as how you can basically make “still” images into “moving” images , which is the whole point of animation. So either the animation class Dobson went to actually sucks major ass or Dobson himself just did the bare minimum to get his degree and then thrown everything he learned into a fire pit. I’m betting my kidney on the latter , as it’s very likely that the poor teacher stuck with the guy just wanted him out of their life and didn’t want to have Dobson repeat his animation eduction again for their own sanity’s sake. During my time learning animation my own teachers actually talked about how with the internet becoming a big deal in recent years, old time illustrator nowadays are trying to learn the basics of animation to better appeal to people on social media and one up each other (I even know an illustrator teacher trying to learn this). Again, stressing the importance of learning some illustration skills while learning animation and how the two are interconnected. So the theory that Dobson struggled to convert what he knows about moving images into still images is weird when (in theory) it should have been a piece of cake for the guy as a few comic panels is less work than a few seconds of animation. Him making comics is , arguably , about half the work he would’ve done had he somehow gotten into the business of making animated films or television shows. Side note: I kinda recommend anyone wanting to do comics to consider doing an animation class rather than take an illustration class even if you have no interest in making cartoons. You’ll still learn the basics of illustration while also getting ahead in the animation side of things , which can help you in planning out comics such as dynamic poses and how flow of motion works. Though ideally you should be looking into various different forms of art (even stuff you don’t like or plan on working in) and if you rather not take an animation class than that’s perfectly fine , just try learning a bit of the basics as even that can help you in the long run What’s fascinating about Dobson is his refusal to experiment with his art and branch out, even just a tiny bit. This obviously goes hand in hand with the fact the guy can’t take criticism to save his care bear reject ass , how he drew inktober pieces months in advance is a fine example of this as that completely defeats the purpose of inktober. Another example of this I can think off is the mural his mother suggested to do but refused because he only does flat comic drawings on paper. Which is odd because throughout my education my teachers told my entire class to always try new ways to experiment in our art and animation work and that it doesn’t hurt to branch out from our comfort zones. Even encouraging us to post art on sites like Reddit to get feedback and criticism. Would it really have killed Dobson to do the odd paint job to get some cash? If the way he treated commissioners is anything to go by then even if he got into his dream job at Disney by some miracle, he would have either quit or been fired , if not those two somehow than straight up be the most hated person to work with throughout the entire company that even the rats is more pleasant to hang out with. Animation is a stressful job and it requires teamwork and compromises (neither of which he has ever been capable of doing) which would only be more stress inducing if Dobson was whining about lesbians the whole time. If it’s a big project in particular like a theatrical release film than lord have mercy , because the demand for a near flawless product is something Dobson would have a heart attack over. Another thing is that in some aspects of the animation process , like storyboarding and pitching the concept itself . you also have to be good at drawing stuff quickly but clearly to meet deadlines , something he prided himself to be incapable of doing from pure laziness. As if being slow as fuck to draw a pissed off teddy bear is a good trait to have. It’s weird , to think once upon a time I was a teen who actually thought his comics regarding printers and art supplies were solid advice for a beginner, that I thought he knew what he was talking about. Now I’m half the dude’s age and still knows art and animation better than the male feminist who told a grieving woman to “calm thine tits” , life’s weird like that, aren't it? Last thing: has this dude ever actually made an animation, ever? Like I’m generally serious here, I never seen this man’s animation degree put into any work