#you’re still embracing that franchise

[dykeomania]

i’m also really sorry but continuing to actively promote a brand or a franchise that is notably guilty and complicit and even exploitative of what’s happening in palestine not even just financially but promotionally (continuing to write for said franchise, continuing to repost things relating to said franchise, at all) is morally counterproductive and contradictory and i just have to say that because i feel like no one else is going to

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer idea!

he is having the reader over for like the 3rd ish time yes they met on a dating app

but this time reader is so excited because it’s their first sleepover and they play games and hang out!!!

I’ll Make You Banana Pancakes

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: ANON I LOVE THIS!! ugh he’s so cutie. also this is short n sweet but i hope u enjoy either way!!

requests are open <33

it started with a swipe. spencer's profile, with pictures of him at comic-con and a shelf lined with action figures in the background of a picture of him and his friends, caught your eye immediately. your heart raced as you read through his bio, filled with references to your favorite games, movies, and tv shows. you couldn't believe your luck – it was like someone had designed a profile just for you.

your first conversation was effortless, flowing from one topic to another as you discovered more things about him that you adored. within days, you were spending evenings chatting about your favorite franchises and playing runescape together. you’d already met in person a couple of times, each date better than the last, leading up to this third and much-anticipated meeting.

and so here you are. stood at his apartment door, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. he opens the door, and his warm smile puts you at ease instantly.

“hello there.” he says

“general kenobi!” you reply, in your best greivous voice.

he smiles widely at this, and you step inside. you notice the table set up with your favorite snacks – sweet and salty popcorn, sour patch kids, and a mt dew kickstart. the gesture is small but meaningful, and it made you feel seen, your chest growing warm as you settled onto the couch. you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. being known in this way, having your preferences remembered, makes you feel special. it’s a new feeling, one that makes you feel really, really happy, but vulnerable almost. you’re kind of shy at first, not knowing what to do with yourself, but the comfort of his presence makes it easier to relax.

you start with a few rounds of mario kart, laughter and warmth filling the room as you battle for first place. after a particularly intense race, you pull out your secret weapon – a copy of spyro for the ps4. you flash him a confident grin.

"watch me crush this," you declare, eyes sparkling with excitement. “it’s my party trick!”

as you play through the fight between spyro and gnasty gnorc, you expertly navigate the world as you chase and headbutt him, eventually earning all 500 gems.

you stand up and raise your hands in victory and shout “OH YEAH! told you!”

sitting back down, spencer tells you how impressed he is, and you bow. he tells you all about how he and his friends used to play spyro as kids, leading you to spend hours reminiscing about your favorite childhood games. the conversation flows, and by now pretty late, so you decide to watch cowboy bebop in his bedroom. cuddled on his bed, the familiar intro song plays softly as you sing along. it’s a perfect end to a perfect day.

eventually, you lie down with him, your legs tangling together under the covers. the closeness is comforting, a silent promise of many more nights like this to come. you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe in the gentle embrace of his arms.

the morning comes around, and you wake up to the sound of soft jazz music spilling from the kitchen, and the delicious aroma of pancakes. you then tiptoe to the kitchen doorway and watch him for a moment, completely absorbed in his movements. the sight makes your chest warm with affection, and you can't help but giggle softly.

your giggle catches his attention, and he turns around with a smile.

“morning princess. sleep well?” he says, turning back around to the stove

“mhm.” is all you manage to reply, head still foggy with sleep.

you walk over to him, heart swelling with emotion, and you gently kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder, the moment feeling both intimate and perfect. you stand there in the kitchen, surrounded by the scent of pancakes and the sound of old jazz, enjoying the simple but profound pleasure of being together with your dream man. and you were happy.

[twilghtkoo]

HI!!!! TOTALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS!!! but I wonder if I can request a haechan drabble where his s/o putted a lot of lipbalm on her lips and haechan said it'll go to waste so he'll kiss her and say he's sharing it with her. HSJSHSJSBSJSNSJNS

pairings. haechan x streamer!reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. shy haechan?? small make out sesh, mentions of zelda again bc i love zelda

notes. THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE??? thank u anon for requesting this ! i hope you enjoy this just as much as i did writing this one :D

haechan masterlist | main masterlist

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“i blocked and muted anything related to zelda because i do not want spoilers!” you exclaim into your mic, mindlessly scrolling through your playlist on spotify to play another song.

user same i blocked and muted everything bc my game doesn’t get here til the twentieth

user same

user i like playing new games going in blind it’s exciting

“me too, i love it. even though the trailers and concept art drops give away a bit but not too much.” you agree to the last comment you read.

user how are you

user hiiii yn

user how long have u been streaming

user is haechan home?

“i’ve been streaming for two hours and thirty-eight minutes,” you answer. “and haechan is almost home actually!”

“oh let me show you guys my new wallpaper.” you excitedly say, minimizing your current windows, displaying your wallpaper to the viewers.

it’s just a screen capture of a scenery from one of your favorite game franchises, the legend of zelda twilight princess. an official illustration that shows link on his horse, epona, with the master sword in his hand, looking handsome as ever in his green tunic. princess zelda and the twilight princess in the background and wolf link in front. the colors are so pretty and you’re very proud of it.

user oh my god that’s so cool

user tp yessss

user who is that fine man

user that is fire

“that fine man is link–“

knock knock.

“who?” speaking of the devil. your favorite person walks in, staring at you quizzically with his work bag hanging off his shoulder. he looks absolutely ravenous and you want to thank his parents once again for giving birth to this man.

“hi babe!” you chirp, straightening your posture as you weakly hold out your arms in the air, waiting for him to walk into your embrace.

he cradled your head against his tummy, being careful of your headset. his hands move down to the area just below your ears, pulling you in for a kiss but you slyly dodge him. haechan rarely kisses you while you are streaming, he doesn’t like showing that in front of thousands of people. but he can get affectionate and touchy sometimes, so he’ll pull you towards him with his back facing the camera and blocking both of your lips.

“haechan’s home guys,” like it wasn’t that obvious…

you grab your tube of lip balm that was across your desk, quickly and evenly applying some to your lips. when you rub your lips together, it feels a bit thick but you try to ignore it.

he hums, “that’ll just go to waste, let me get some.” he cups your face again, pushing your chair with his knees to make room for him to stand in front of you. you instinctively place your hands on his waist from the sudden movements. he bends down, his face inching closer towards yours and it’s like your brain goes haywire because your lips quickly connects with his before you attempt to shove him away.

you know where this is going.

he lets out a whine, “kiss me.”

you giggle, your head is still in his hands. you try to look at your monitor, already forgetting you had a live audience. haechan noticed your concerns, he turns his body slightly to tap your mic, turning it off so viewers can’t hear anything.

“now kiss me.” he says impatiently, the corner of his lips curving upward in a smirk.

you roll your eyes before your eyes flutter close and you let him indulge. he takes his time kissing you, long and slow yet hard, and he’s smiling into the kiss.

“ok enough stingy,” you managed to say in between kisses.

you can feel your lip balm being smeared all over your lips and around, all sticky and uncomfortable.

he chuckles, he bite on your bottom lip gently pulling on the flesh as he pulls away slowly before resting his forehead onto yours. a familiar action that makes your thighs clench together.

“you’re calling me stingy when you weren’t gonna share,” he points back, ruffling your hair before he turns your mic back on.

you look at him once more. “aigoo, look at you!”

you grab his wrist before he manages to walk away, pulling him down so he can show his face. his lips are glistening from your make out session and his cheeks are all red.

he gasps when he sees his reflection, immediately straightening up so he’s out of frame.

user theyre so disgustingly cute

user i feel like we’re interrupting something even tho we were here first

user GET A ROOM

user in front of my sandwich too?

you cackle at his reaction, too distracted by him to be reading the comments. tapping the mic once again with your hand.

“look who’s shy when you were begging to kiss me in front of twelve thousand people.” you jokingly tease.

“yah! is it a crime to kiss my girlfriend?”

[spiralinghours]

“Cream”

Fandom/media: Saw franchise

Ship: Fem/genderbent Hoffstrahm (established)

Rating: 18+ (nothing crazy happens in this installment but you shouldn’t be a minor readin’ my stuff!)

Content warnings: feeding kink/stuffing, belly kink, tight clothing, light humiliation kink, implications of oral, Strahm being dominant and etc… New Jersey mention (lol)

Summary: Agent Strahm admires the domesticity of her girlfriend baking when she gets home from work… But of course it turns kinky because of who they are as people lol.

Author’s note: I wrote this kind of in a rush because I was finally hit with inspiration and didn’t want to lose it. I also just wanted to get to the point with this one. (So, sorry if I missed any spelling or grammatical errors!) This whole piece is less about any actual sex and more about the fetishy foreplay. Idk I may write a follow up to this. Actually… yeah… But that one may be brief too.

Also, I never would’ve thought that the type of fic I write for a torture porn horror series would be soft feeding. Life be that way, huh?

Anyway, enjoy… or don’t!

It wasn’t often, but an evening like this particular one made Strahm feel like she was playing house: coming home at a reasonable hour to the quaint but aesthetically charming home she shared with her girlfriend… And that girlfriend, who also appeared to be home (despite typically keeping erratic police hours) seemed to be productive in the kitchen.

The distinctive scent of confectionery ingredients and a mild vanilla hung in the air, right from the entrance and all the way through the house. Strahm set her satchel and purse on the couch and advanced further in to see what Hoffman was up to.

“What’re you making here?” Strahm leaned against the white framing of the entryway, clip bumping against it and shifting her black bun around.

Hoffman turned with an amused little twist to her thick lips (a subtle form of expression Strahm was used to). She wrung flour and small dough fragments off her hands as she continued to move around the kitchen island, which was currently filled with trays of differing baked shells. “Just experimenting with some puff pastry stuff… Eh, trying to make them creamier or whatever, but these are too flaky, too fragile. Those little crossaint-y type things we had last week at Petit Chou? I’m trying to make those! God, they were good.” Hoffman brought a forearm to her eyes and grunted, exasperated. “Ugh, these cream-filled desserts are gonna be the death of me, though…”

“I had no idea you could bake,” Strahm droned on, entering the space and leaning on a counter, trying to not get in the way (though she was always primed to invade Hoffman’s personal space).

“I… don’t think I can,” Hoffman bumbled. “I googled and YouTubed some things and now I’m here.” She shrugged, some dark long hairs loosening around her neck, falling against her blue button-down. “It’s been a whole thing today.”

Strahm saw the opportunity—Hoffman standing still in thought with nothing in her grip—to slip behind her for an embrace. As she did so, she smoothed her palms over Hoffman’s broad hips, and down over the front of her taut apron, caressing the roundness of her lower belly. “Why? Because baking is so hard, darlin’? Or because you can’t stop dipping in to your own goods?” Strahm’s voice was sharp and teasing, one of her palms pressing more firmly against Hoffman’s hefty curve.

“You tryna distract me?” Hoffman perked a curious brow.

“I didn’t do anything,” Strahm mused behind her, playing dumb and straightforward (and burrowing her prominent nose into her hair). “If you’re distracted that’s on you.”

“Yeah, but… do you wanna distract me?” Hoffman’s silly Jersey accent emphasized in the way the question tapered out from her lips. It was all blunt and sweetly playful.

Strahm made quick work to move and face Hoffman, grabbing one of her wrists and bringing the whole chubby hand to her lips, sucking the dough, cream, and flour from each finger. She lingered on a pinky, rolling her spongey tongue around its plush and delicate skin. “Is this working?”

“A little,” Hoffman hummed, voice dropping deeper into a lustful register.

“Whatever are you gonna do with all these little pastries?” Strahm faux-cooed, a sliver of menace just under the surface. “Come on, sit down and try some of them…”

“But I gotta—”

“I’ll keep an eye on whatever’s baking, I’ll clean up or whatever, just sit down. I want you to eat what you made.” While the sentiment was adoring at surface level, there was a tinge of demanding grit to the last sentence.

Hoffman complied, wiping her hands off on a flour-caked rag before hunkering down heavily into one of the island-height chairs.

Strahm, meanwhile, scuttling around in her tight, black pencil skirt from the day, landed on a particularly abundant tray and carried it over. “They smell so good, don’t they?”

Hoffman nodded dumbly, just eager for a taste, eager for attention.

“Open up, come on, open…”

Hoffman parted her plump lips as Strahm pushed the rolled-up, overfilled shell past them, smearing the glistening red lipstick with pastry flakes. “That’s fucking delicious…”

“I’ll bet.” Strahm purred. “Ooo, one more thing…” She stamped about from cupboard to fridge and returned with a glass of milk, which she held in front of Hoffman’s face with an expectant grin.

Meanwhile, Hoffman had absently reached for a couple more palm-sized pastries, beginning the repetitive string of automatic motions, bringing each little dessert to her lips.

“Ah ah!” Strahm gave a light slap to Hoffman’s sugary hand, which also elicited a sad droop to her blue eyes. “You let me do that.” The grin on her dark rose petal lips stretched cunningly. She drew closer, hooking one long leg over the other woman’s lap, and then the other, slotted and sat securely, chest to chest. Then the tasting resumed.

Watching the way a tray of roughly ten pieces (maybe more, if counting the tiny little “half” desserts that were messed up) became empty fairly quickly sent a clichéd quiver through Strahm. The reality was she was getting hot at the temples, perspiring around the neckline of her shirt, and subtly starting to grind herself against what little space there was on Hoffman’s lap… which really wasn’t much. Her thick gut had only pushed father forward atop her wide thighs with every treat finished, with every full chug of milk.

It was making an animal out of Strahm, who—trying so hard to maintain a composed and sultry demeanor—couldn’t help but grind and rut a little more frantically… eventually hiking her tight skirt up further and pressing her crotch up against Hoffman’s belly. God, it was losing its give, feeling so solid and… bouncy.

“Ugh, could you calm down with that, please?” Hoffman sheepishly groaned, rubbing a sticky, tacky hand across the apex of her gut. A quiet burp slipped out in the process. “You’re sloshing my stomach.”

“Too much?” Strahm leaned in, syrupy viciousness in her inflection. She pressed her warm breasts firmly against Hoffman’s more ample chest and reached to pinch her cheek. “I’m sorry. Buuuut, you should probably finish that other tray there. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

Hoffman simply nodded, eyes cast dopeishly to another nearby tray of slightly more enticing, better-formed delectables. They did indeed look delicious… And who else was going to eat them? She reasoned with herself despite the little bit of churning that was starting to occur within. “Can you just take off my apron first, please?” she murmured to Strahm.

Strahm did so, an evil little grin returning to her lips as she watched Hoffman’s gut expand just a little, just enough, having been held back by the tight apron fabric. “You hungry? It’s only eight more. You gonna eat them for me?” She rubbed a palm appraisingly from Hoffman’s plump waist to the front of her shirt.

“Mmmhmm…”

Strahm reclaimed her place on her lap, perched on just one thigh this time.

One. Two. Three. Four and five. Very soon all of them, all the little pastries, gone. So was all the milk.

With smeared and sticky lips, crumbs nestled in her cleavage, Hoffman was left panting and sighing, raking her large palms up over her exaggerated curves and resting them in the wedge between her belly and her breasts. “Ugh, okay, that’s a lot… I’m pretty full.”

“I’ve definitely seen you eat more than that,” Strahm snarked, playing her black fingernails into the stretching gaps between the buttons on Hoffman’s blouse.

“Well, you were right… Before you got home, I was already eating these as they came out of the oven. Snacking on the filling from the bowl, too.” Hoffman looked off to the side with a coy blush.

“What a surprise,” Strahm mocked softly.

“Ugh, speaking of cream-filled…” Hoffman made a show of patting her wobbling belly before attempting to hoist her hips forward, trying to feel a little less stuck in her chair. Strahm stayed in position, not helping one bit.

“I wouldn’t say you’re totally filled yet,” Strahm mumbled, feeling the heat rush to her face, arousal shaking her voice. She was so turned on it was embarrassing. “I have something else I want you to taste.”

A knowing, silly expression crossed Hoffman’s face, all stupid, blue doe eyes and a lick of her lips. “I have room for that,” she giggled.

[aegor-bamfsteel]

"Dany is nothing like her ancestors and she is going to break the pattern by going to be a good queen."- Dany stans. Only they don't acknowledge that she is repeating her ancestors mistakes. Basically her whole arc is why Targs sucked.

“Däny is nothing like her ancestors…” Better not tell her that:

I am blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Dænerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror. —AGOT Dâny II

I am Dænerys Stormborn, Dænerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo." —AGOT Dâny IX

Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Dænerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." —ASOS Dâny II

Mother of dragons, Dænerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I. —ADWD Dâny II

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. "Fire and Blood," Dænerys told the swaying grass. —ADWD Dâny X

Dæny constantly invokes her ancestors/bloodline as well as her dragons to keep herself brave, to impress others, to remind herself of who she is. Her last chapter has her embracing that Tárg legacy (specifically the one that plants no trees aka destruction), not turning away from it for a lasting peace. The Tárg legacy (or at least her idea of it) is a huge part of her character; you can’t say she’s nothing like her ancestors when she keeps invoking their memory and refuses to listen about any of the ill they (not even Aerys II) did.

“She’s going to break the pattern by being a good queen” there’s certain Tárg kings who are considered good rulers, such as Jæhaerys I and Viserys II. GRRM went out of his way in Fire&Blood to show how awful J1 was (to the dismay of a few fans), hanging small folk by their entrails and mistreating his wife/daughters; and he made sure in ASOS that Oberyn Martell accused V2 of poisoning his nephew. Then there’s Dâron 2 and Aègon V, who fandom considers good, but both caused massive rebellions and A5’s obsession with dragons led him to an early grave. Basically every time there’s a Tàrg that’s supposed to be a good ruler, GRRM ends up showing they’re either violent/murderous, abusive, paranoid, prophecy-obsessed, and kinslayers, not unlike the other Tárgs.

“Basically her whole arc is why the Tárgs suck” you’re right that the Tárg legacy is destructive and holds itself up as superior to the exclusion of others. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t like GRRM’s supplemental books on them (other than being a massive downgrade in characters/plot), because their point was already proven with Dâny, and trying to make sorta competent kings confuses the issue (J1 planted trees/built roads, so there’s still a way for D to honor her family but be a good ruler, when it ignores the context of how the Iron Throne was founded). Basically Dâny has a good arc using the Tárg legacy and dragons to give her the courage she lacked growing up, and struggling to balance her wishes for peace with her reality of trying to take the Throne she views as birthright by conquest, all on her own. But I guess GRRM needs more money and HBO needs more to milk out of the franchise.

[fate-motif]

b’elanna’s banana pancakes

hello tumblr. it’s been a while since i did some star trek meta. but i’ve just been on a prodigy kick lately and that inevitably brings me back to voyager where i’ve spent some time before unpacking a lot of writing decisions and politics surrounding them. today i want to talk about the most inane detail i could fixate on in b’elanna’s characterization, and this thought hasn’t left me in years so i think maybe i should share it with the class. maybe it will mean something to someone else the way it does to me. 

b’elanna’s favorite comfort food is banana pancakes. when she’s feeling down she asks neelix to replicate them for her, and it’s kind of a running staple in moments where b’elanna is feeling emotionally vulnerable. it’s a cute detail, but over the years i’ve turned the detail over and over and wished, pointlessly, that i could somehow go back in time and edit that writing decision and change b’elanna’s favorite pickup meal to something else: fried plantain. if you’re not familiar with latin american cuisine, plantain are a common staple in a lot of dishes but i am specifically to ripe plantain, fried until it’s golden brown and caramelized. it goes by different names depending on the country but it’s a surprisingly widespread dish. there’s even equivalents in west african and southeast asian countries and if you haven’t tried it this is the friendliest recommendation to taste the food of the gods before the end of your life.

i’ll admit the context for this obsession is selfish. i’m latin american, specifically costa rican, and when i watched voyager i couldn’t help but latch on to roxann dawson’s portrayal of a broken, abandoned young woman who learns to love herself and accept the love of others in her life when given the nurturing and patience she deserved all along. this wasn’t just because her character is beautiful in its own right, but because i identified with her as a latin american woman. i could spend a good amount of time talking about the standards of womanhood that i was subjected to growing up latin american but this post is not about that, so i’m going to summarize one of the things that makes b’elanna so important to me as a female latin american character very briefly: it’s her emotional complexity and the compassion with which all her emotions, including the anger and the trauma, are treated while portrayed as a latina character. i wish more than anything i had grown up watching voyager for this specific reason, and now that i’ve actually watched it i feel like a piece of my puzzle has been filled in, and i’m a little closer to whole. which is why it’s all the more curious that b’elanna isn’t exactly written as a latin american character in the first place.

star trek is a very american franchise, written by very american writers, and, with some notable exceptions, very white, cishet, male writers. it’s been talked to death how star trek’s vision of a multicultural world becomes seriously impaired by the lack of diversity in its leading creatives. today i specifically want to address how the franchise has been since its inception, and still is, limiting its potential by how the american cultural zeitgeist dominates its development. it’s a specifically white american zeitgeist, too. the human world regardless of the ethnicity of its members gets steamrolled into a very colorblind world where apparently humans now pride ourselves on our acceptance and embracing of different nations but we are only ever shown cultural expressions consistent with the experiences of modern day white americans. it’s even clearer in the writing of characters of color, like harry kim or geordi laforge, over white non americans like miles o’brien or malcolm reed. there have been exceptions, most notably in the writing of sisko’s family, but for the most part characters of color are not ever shown engaging in any activities that might have been passed down from non white american heritage. this is true even for characters who aren’t even supposed to be american, like uhura who’s meant to be from kenya. it��s not just a disappointment to the core values that the franchise is meant to stand by but also a waste of writing potential and even a loss in what could be a way to connect to potential fans from all over the globe.

back to me, because this post was made because of the very selfish reason that feel like i just need b’elanna to connect a little bit more to me. to my upbringing. i call it selfish because it’s not as clean cut a writing decision as it i make it out to be. latin americans, diaspora or otherwise, are not a monolith even in the 21st century. john torres and his family show again the limitations the writers run into with their limited worldview and they don’t seem to hold on to latin american traditions or cultural heritage. and furthermore, b’elanna herself has mixed feelings on her klingon heritage already but that doesn’t mean that the heritage passed down by the father who abandoned her would be that much easier to embrace. and yet in my mind i can just see little b’elanna eagerly devouring slices of fried plantain made by her father on rare occasions and feeling so utterly loved after being starved so many times of his affection because he shared something with her about himself and made her feel cherished with it. and that nostalgia for that tiny spark of love she felt so many years ago being fanned and set ablaze when her new family learns how to cheer her up with this little gesture that recognizes her roots.

it wouldn’t exactly be an uncomplicated portrayal, it’s not like i want my favorite dish to be equated with deadbeat dads and their shitty racist against klingons families. but i’m just reminded of jacob geller’s discussion on bj blazkowicz’s jewish heritage in the recent wolfenstein video game series. “i just want some recognition that he’s connected to me.” it would mean the world to me, too.

[randomalistic]

I watched kung fu panda 1 & 2 back to back and Cried. MY THOUGHTS AND FAVORITE PARTS BELOW!!

‪I fucking love movies that are so confident in themselves and their identities. Kung fu panda was never unsure of itself it just went All in on amazing fight choreography and colors and animation and Awesomeness silliness . AND INCREDIBLE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS. ALL THE CHARACTER INTERACTIONS ARE SO BELIEVABLE. No forced heterosexual romance?? (Or ANY romance.) In MY western animated 2008 movie?? What is this????!!!

I fucking love that Tai Lung is hyped up so MUCH to be unstoppable and intimidating throughout this whole movie and yet the final battle with Po is so believable. They didn’t nerf Tai Lung at all to be equal with Po, Po is just so confident of himself and his fighting style is unlike anything Tai has ever encountered. HE HAS NEVER FACED SILLY FIGHTING. That’s his weakness….. He wasn’t silly enough. And throughout the film Po is like. Really doubting who he is and hating on himself but it’s so empowering by the end. He’s just so Him! And IT WORKS!!!!!!!!

Okay ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were a lot of really cool shots like this😊😊😊 it’s kind of an anime .

Tai lung is so awesome and idk he’s hot too what else do I say. Great backstory too. Although I wish he had a little more.. why was he so power hungry? Was he just Like That. Fair. Also They make thr villans kind of objectively hot in this franchise. I wouldn’t PERSONALLY…. But if you said you would… I totally get that….

Tigress is the best character also. She was totally living in tai lung’s shadow I wish she got more validation from shifu it’s so sad. I LOVE HOW WELL THE FLASHBACKS SHOW DONT TELL !!!

OK ACTUALLY MAYBE OOGWAY IS THE BEST CHARACTER. I love how they made him so old and trembly. But so wise and at peace . That’s a silly detail but I liked it ok

Also shifu and po’s dynamic is so fucking good. And very cute! HAVE I SAID GREAT CHARACTER INTERACTIONS. The “you may now eat” dumpling bowl scene is the best scene in the whole movie. It’s so delightful.. probably followed by tai lung’s prison breakout and oogway’s passing.. THE RANGE OF THIS FILM!!!!!!

I love the “you’re a monster and I created you but I loved you” thing going on with shifu and tai lung.. I’m crazy.

Oops that’s another tai lung gif it was an accident!!! I would pet him and then I would die

I just wish the rest of the 5 got to have some more character development but there’s Five of them and that’s a Lot . The sprinkles we get of their characters is nice though ! I mean Sprinkles. TELL ME MORE ABOHT VIPER PLEASE SHES SUCH A SWEETHEART. WHAT WAS HER CHARACTER GROWTH WITH NOT HAVING FANGS… tell me….. do the others have something about them too…

Anyways super fuckin iconic movie and beautiful

Another thing I liked was when the characters made Animal Noises of their irl counterparts like tai lung making kitty meow (in pain) and shen making peacock calls while fighting. I just love little details like That okay!!!

Me???? Crying at kung fu Panda 2 ? Po finally coming to terms with his past repressed childhood memories and his village being massacred and from that still being able to embrace who he is in the present got to me ok‬!

Shen is so tragic and Delightfully Evil. He’s so unhinged and he has so much inner turmoil that he Never reflects on constructively. And He’s destructive about it! She’s a sadistic War criminal! And a little bit theater kid. very Theatrical. Kind of gay. “Your parents never loved you” PROJECTING MUCH? ?? 💔💔 AND THE WAY HE JUST ACCEPTS HIS DEATH FROM HIS OWN WEAPON AT THE END. He literally just closes his eyes and Takes It at point blank range. He was not ok. He reached a point of no return the moment he tried to kill off the pandas. AND HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SHOW WEAKNESS… HES SO FUCKED!!!and My friend used to have a crush on him. Did I mention cool as fuck character design. I love his metal talon things it makes him that much more menacing

Ok girl your scary

My friend made such a good observation about the inner peace/raindrop motif. The raindrop/drop of water that keeps hitting his head… annoying him… nagging at him… that’s symbolism for his Repressed Memories.. his identity crisis .. the incredible repeating urge to need to know who he is So Bad so much so that he’ll go in DEATHS WAY to know!! 🥴 AND IN THE SCENE WHERE HE RELIVES IT… IT RAINS… AND HES OK WITH IT…. THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING BEAUTOFUL AND I WASNT EXPECTING ANY LESS!!!!!!

ALSO I LOVED THE FOCUS ON TIGRESS / PO INTERACTIONS IT WAS SO CUTE. I’m so happy they’re friends now.. tigress definitely hated him The Most in the first movie . she called him a disgrace to kung fu and everything it stands for To his Face. Ouch ! But they are chill now I think.

They’re so fucking sad and wet here. I love them…

I’m also glad they toned down the fatphobia in the 2nd movie . In the first film Even though it was usually framed as a hurtful thing towards Po, it was also frequently used as a joke thing at his expense💔kinda mean spirited !! But hes still framed as cool and awesome anyways so. Ur giving Mixed Messages….

MR PING IS SUCH A GOOD DAD. WAAUUHGHHHHHHHHHH HE CARES ABOUT PO SO MUCH

There are certain details you might not pick up on if you dont watch these movies back to back also. I like how Mr Ping mentioned he wish he sold tofu in the first movie and then in the second movie he sells both noodles AND tofu now!! It’s just very cute and shows that a lot of care and passion goes into these :)

What a great franchise also. I saw the 2nd movie once on theaters and I only remembered parts of it. I’ve never seen the 3rd movie! And I just might!! DREAMWORKS DOESNT DISAPPOINT!!usually

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Editor’s note: The following interview was conducted before the SAG-AFTRA strike began on July 14, 2023.]

Rebecca Ferguson is ready for a break. She’s finished her A.D.R. (additional dialogue) on “Dune: Part Two,” the promotion chores on “Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One” (her third in the series), and is on her way home to hang with her 16-year-old son and still-friendly first husband in Sweden.

She was prepared to go back to England’s Hoddesdon Studios to shoot the second season of “Silo,” the most popular series on AppleTV+, returning her to the lead role of Sheriff. Not necessary, as the day after we spoke, July 13, SAG-AFTRA announced they were going on strike. “The percentage of people fortunate enough to have a good life as actors have to fight for the other percentage,” she said on the phone.

The 39-year-old actress, who grew up in Stockholm, attended a bilingual English school, and trained as a dancer, has steadily built herself into a major star. Who else goes toe-to-toe with Tom Cruise and returns to do it again, twice, without simply being a romantic appendage? It makes perfect sense that her best friend on the set of “Dune” was Charlotte Rampling. “She’s absolutely exquisite,” she said. “I look up to and admire her ridiculously.”

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The actress rejects the notion of ever “going up against” Tom Cruise, who wanted her for Ilsa after seeing her in the “War of the Roses” mini-series “The White Queen.” “It’s not a battle,” she said. “You go in with the mission of trying to survive. It is written by the incredible Christopher McQuarrie, and Tom is part of that journey. They want phenomenal characters. It merged beautifully, the character [Ilsa] with me: the time, the place, the relationship with Tom all worked with well. The trajectory of this character is so complex and interesting to work with. I asked for a continuation. The story writes itself.”

The actress does not even try to keep up with Cruise. For one thing, she doesn’t perform all her own stunts. If she has to fall out of a speeding car, she leaves that to her beloved stunt double Lucy Cork.

Ferguson did, however, handle the climactic “Dead Reckoning” fight on the bridge herself, she said. “I tend to be running far behind, but I try. Tom is the movie. He represents ‘Mission,’ everything that’s good, and thankfully nothing bad has come from it. You are offered a palette of knowledge: you learn it and do it and embrace it. You also can choose to say ‘no.’ They will find a solution around it, you’re never forced to do it.”

She gamely tried to master riding a motorcycle, and had to earn a license. “You have to learn quickly,” she said. “I had to be ready to shoot soon. It was a 760 Triumph, a big motorbike. I am very strong, but being on one of these on a road in England going fast — the trainer said I was going too slow. ‘I need to get off; it’s not safe. I don’t trust myself.’ No worries! They had other options: Jennie [Tinmouth], the best motorcycle bike rider in the world.”

This “Mission: Impossible” installment boasts more women than usual including Ferguson, Vanessa Kirby, Pom Klementieff, and Hayley Atwell. “‘Mission’ is probably the one franchise that knows how to write storylines for women,” said Ferguson, who takes the scripts as they come. “They break things down; there’s not a lot of going into detail about what happened. You do not talk about it. There’s always reasons why arcs go a certain way,” she said. I control my own destiny [as Ilsa], there are reasons why things happen.” (A very compelling notation, given what happens to Ilsa in the latest film.)

“Silo” has turned out to be the happiest experience of Ferguson’s career, partly because she is an executive producer, but mostly, she said, because showrunner-creator Graham Yost (“Speed”) runs a non-hierarchical set. “I don’t like it when people are more important than others,” she said. “A happy set becomes creative and a safe set becomes a safe space.”

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What’s most important with each character for Ferguson, besides building up the right physique, is to “create a silhouette,” she said. “Then you’ve nailed a memorable figure, say, Cruella de Vil, through movement.” Working with movement coach Alexandra Reynolds (“The Theory of Everything”) she expressed the trauma Juliette stores in her body. “She carries a lot of internal grief and internally, and is socially uncomfortable, and is walking away when people touch her. She’s tactile with her own tools and her own world,” Ferguson said. “I often take on powerful characters and portray regal princesses and countesses and concubines, so my agenda was to completely break down and find in myself the capacity to do something else with Juliette.”

At first when the mechanic is named sheriff, she wants to solve the mystery of her lover’s death. “I find Juliette selfish in the beginning, she’s a broken heroine who gradually realizes there are things bigger than herself,” she said. “I love where we are going to in Season 2. She definitely learns new tricks and things get very wet.”

Next up: “Dune: Part Two” (November 3, Warner Bros.) is in the hands of the editors and composer Hans Zimmer. Assuming the strikes are resolved by October, Ferguson will be back on the promo trail.

Returning to Lady Jessica offered a character in transition. “She starts as a powerful, knowledgeable, magical mother and protector on a quest and a journey to make Paul into the leader,” she said. “She’s on a path to see the creation she has made and how is this new Jessica in relation to what her son has become? He’s more forceful, what does she do? She’s a significantly important person to the Fremen.”

[thelonesomequeen]

I’m sitting here trying to figure out wtf others are so pressed that Chris does cons? Who cares? Like seriously, why is it a big conversation that he does cons? So he gave up playing Steve Rogers in films, that doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to embrace 10 years of his career. That’s how he makes some of his money. He played an iconic character and will be known for that character for a very long time until the franchise gets rebooted eventually in the future. Who cares that Scarlett and RDJ don’t do cons? Chris does cons because he wants to. Scarlett and RDJ don’t because they probably don’t want to. And? Anons, are you upset because you couldn’t go and want to rain on others parades? Is it because you are secretly pissed that he got married (to anyone) and just want to find something to sh*t on him for? Seriously, at this point, if you don’t like him leave the fandom maybe? Because questioning why he’s doing cons is just stupid IMHO. What if someone questioned why you’re doing what you’re doing to make money constantly? If people are paying and still interested in taking pictures and having their items autographed, why wouldn’t he keep doing cons? 🙄

Ariel and I just had this exact conversation minutes ago 🦎

[jaceberg]

[ cis male. he/him ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, JACE BERGERON ! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like LEO WOODALL. You must be the TWENTY-EIGHT year old OWNER OF DRIFTWOOD . Word is you’re STAUNCH but can also be a bit SOFT HEADED and your favorite song is CALL YOUR MOM BY NOAH KAHAN . I also heard you’ll be staying in FISHER COVE . I’m sure you’ll love it!

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THE BASICS.

NAME : jace nathaniel bergeron. AGE : twenty-eight. BIRTHDAY : september 18. SEXUALITY : hetrosexual. HOMETOWN : aurora bay, ca. CURRENT RESIDENCE : seabrook quarter. FAMILY : jocelyn bergeron (mother) , aurthur winslet (father), and unnamed half sister.

PERSONALITY.

+TRAITS : affectionate, magnanimous, & staunch. -TRAITS : airy, boisterous, & soft headed. LIKES : the sea, gaming, traveling, sailing, good company, legos, a strong cup of coffee, legit anything involving the ocean & a cold can pabst blue ribbon. DISLIKES : scary movies, spicy foods, country music (but will still drunkenly sing along. ), ketchup, and his father.

APPERANCE.

Hair : light brown & short. Eye : blue. Body Build : athletic. Height : 6' 1''. Scar/Markings : scar on left leg from getting stuck in a fence as a teen. Piercing : n/a. Tattoos : mothers birth year on chest in roman numerals & traditional sailboat on right thigh for grandfather.

BIO.

( tw. death & terminal illness. )

His mother, a spirited and driven young woman, often dreamt of leaving her small-town life for something more thrilling. When Arthur Caldwell, the owner of a resort franchise, offered her a job as a personal assistant, she eagerly embraced the opportunity. She traveled to multiple countries with him and spent many nights in his company. Their relationship lasted for nine months before abruptly ending when rumors of a possible pregnancy arose. Arthur’s wife promptly insisted that he cut ties with the assistant. Soon after, his mother returned home with a check in one hand, a non-disclosure agreement in the other, and a baby on the way.

Although Jace faced some challenges in his early childhood, he felt relatively happy. He knew that his family was different from others in their town; they lived in a multi-generational household without a father figure. However, he didn't fully grasp the significance of this difference. What he did appreciate was the hard work and dedication of his single mother, who provided for them both, and the love and consistent presence of his grandparents in his daily life.

When he turns sixteen, he experiences the first significant loss in the family - his grandfather. Despite being aware that it was not his fault, he struggles with overwhelming guilt. He believes his actions, such as late outings with friends, constant calls from authorities, and drunken escapades, caused stress for his grandfather. He convinces himself that his grandfather wasted his time and resources caring for a child who wasn't his own. Little does does he know, he was actually his grandfather's world.

At the age of twenty-two, the Bergeron family goes through a series of life-altering events, including uncovering the truth about his father, his mother's passing, and developing a passion for the sea.

He always knew his mother had secrets, like anyone else. She held onto a long list of things she never wanted to be revealed. She wore a facade right up until her last moments. He had a feeling that something was wrong for a while, but every time he asked for answers, she denied him any information. It was as if she refused to face the reality of what was happening. Only three months before she passed away, he found out about her diagnosis. The arrival of the hospice nurse, who set up in their living room, became one of the main catalysts for him discovering the truth.

As soon as he received the news about his mother death, he wasted no time packing his bags. With no clear destination in mind, he simply refused to remain trapped in a home filled with memories. He eventually found himself at the pier, walking onto the first boat that would take him on as a hire.

He had made the ocean his home for several months. He became enamored with the aquatic colors and the freedom that came with being out on the sea. His passport filled with stamps and stickers from the many places he's traveled to, while his tiny room decorated with certificates of career achievements. Although he has a job that offers him plenty of freedom and opportunities to advance, he felt a sense of longing.

Only after completing his first season does he come to realize his true desires. It is in New York City where he unexpectedly encounters a familiar face and reconnects with Emerson Cassidy, reigniting their friendship. A situationship, unfolds over the course of two years until he finally decides to end it. Despite his love for her, he recognizes that she deserves more than someone who comes and goes like the tide. With a heavy heart, they go their separate ways.

At the age of twenty-seven, he sets foot in Aurora Bay, CA for the first time since his mother's passing. The strange feeling of it all weighs heavily on him, especially after the recent loss of his grandmother. He currently resides in his childhood home in Fisher Cove while settling into his new role as the owner of Driftwood Coffee, after inheriting the family business.

HEADCANNONS.

- he's only been back in town for three weeks, as of 6/21/24. - his whole relationship with emerson is unknown to practically everyone, it was very much so a private thing. - due to his last living arrangements jace has a tendency for not understanding boundaries, living in close corridors almost five years tends to do that to people. (so just tell him to fuck off, he’ll understand.) it’s also why he hates being alone. legit loves company at all times ! - currently resides in fisher cove, in his childhood home (x)(x). it's a three bedroom, two bath house with a private dock. - has met his father, thinks he's a piece of shit. - jace's mother was the sole owner/manager of driftwood coffee, and he worked there throughout his teen years until he left. after her passing his grandmother took over ownership, her reign only lasted five years. since his grandmothers passing he has now inherited the establishment. - has a boating license. - currently owns a 2002 Beneteau Oceanis 42CC. his sister (luce) & him sailed/traveled on it this past summer. - proud owner of a magnet collection, and he has collected all of them from his travels. - constantly wears a silver chain with his grandmother's wedding ring dangling from it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

childhood friends / found family / friends he met during his travels / employees / family friends / bad hinge dates / high school sweetheart / new friends / business mentors / totally up for plotting future plots & brainstorming ideas !

[jungwonator]

Nightmares & fights [thyme x reader]

@deepestturtledragon here!

authors note: thank you for requesting i’ve been waiting for months lmaoaoaooa i hope this is what you expected☹️ also, sorry this took so long, i had a writers block+ it’s been a while since i last watched f4😭

warnings: immature y/n and thyme(per usual lol) also, character might be ooc bc yeah🤗 || grammar mistakes

[2:05 AM]

Thunder stomped down the earth fiercely, waking Thyme from his already light slumber. He sat up in cold sweat, breath heaving in a fast pace. He hurriedly jumped from his bed and went his way to the guest room, also known as your temporary room. Both of you had yet another childish fight leading to sleeping in different rooms. Sucking up his pride, Thyme quietly opened the door to the room and jumped beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, his eyes shut tight. You groaned in your sleep, furrowing your eyebrows before opening your eyes to see the cause of the weight. “Thyme..” you mumbled groggily. He didn’t answer, adrenaline from the sudden fear still enveloping him. You adjusted your position, facing him. You smiled weakly and pat his hair. “You’re such a big baby! Get off, you’re heavy.” You whined, wiggling from his embrace. “But, [name]! Didn’t you hear that loud thunder earlier?” He pouted. “Yeah, I did. But you’re 19. A full adult.” You protested.

“So what? Come on, lay back downnn!” He whined, pulling you back to the bed. You rolled your eyes, giving in. He hugged your figure. Keeping you in place with his legs. “I still don’t forgive you, you know?” You huffed, turning your head in a different direction. “You’re still not over that?” He groaned, his grip loosens. “What? You think I’d forget that easily?” You bark, frustrated. “Am i that easy to you?” You added, pushing his tangled limbs away and stomping out the door, not entirely sure where to go.

Ultimately, you ended up in the kitchen. You opened the fridge door and stared at it blankly. The fridge suddenly closed, waking you from your stance. Thyme sighed softly, pressing your figure to his and giving a quick peck to your head. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” You secretly smiled at his words, burying your face in his puffy pajamas. He clasped your hands in his. “Forgive me now?” He asked with pleading eyes. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Perhapsss— only if!” You raised a finger. “You get me mcdonalds right now.” You smiled. “Done.” He beamed back, engulfing you back in his arms.

Bonus:

“Thyme… what the hell?!” You screamed. “What?” He asked, his head tilting in confusion. “When I meant mcdonalds, i didn’t mean a literal franchise! For fuck’s sake I just wanted some cheeseburgers and an oreo flurry!”

“Welp, it’s done. It’s your fault for not being specific. Face palm. “You’re the only psycho who would buy a mcdonalds branch at 3 am, in pouring rain!” You groaned. Let’s just say, this scenario repeats regularly. But don’t blame him, he’s just so lovesick for you.

[thetangential]

Audiobook review: Maya Phillips on her life as a proud “Nerd”

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, “nerd” is a “mildly derogatory” term that emerged in 1950s America to describe someone who’s “socially inept.” Today, the dictionary allows, it can also describe someone who embraces “a highly technical interest.”

While listening to the confident sweep of Maya Phillips’s Nerd: Adventures in Fandom from This Universe to the Multiverse, I kept returning to the title. Does the mildly derogatory “nerd” still have any meaning, I wondered, in a world where fantasy franchises have consumed the box office and where the fandoms Phillips embraces are avidly explored across the media spectrum? It seems like nerds have become, well, pretty cool.

Then, last night, I had a moment where I realized I was wearing an Ewok onesie, reading The Two Towers, and texting my friends about Star Trek wall calendars while my wife lay beside me reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Nerds.

Not until the very end of Nerd does Phillips explicitly engage with the idea that anyone might question the use of her time to dive deep on anime, comics, and novels about invented worlds. The bulk of Nerd is a series of chapters exploring weighty topics — among them religion, mental health, and race — through the lens of the author’s life. In each, Phillips explains how various imagined universes intersected with her own, providing inspiration and food for thought.

Chapter five, for example, is titled “The Slytherin Firebender of Sunagakure: Self-identification with fandom, racial and national identities in space westerns, and the persistent fantasy of manifest destiny.” It opens during “Christian existence” class in Phillips’s Catholic high school; develops into an examination of the fantasy-universe personality typology trope (Hogwarts houses, Avatar: The Last Airbender nations, Sex and the City characters); considers that phenomenon in the context of real-world signifiers like race and class; rolls back into an evocation of family road trips; and from there launches into a broader consideration of frontiers and identities in vintage westerns, Star Trek, Cowboy Bebop, Star Wars, and Firefly.

The book is so wide-ranging that it could be approached as a geography of contemporary imaginative universes, seen through the author’s individual lens. Unless you’re as well-versed as Phillips is regarding everything from Buffy to Akira, you’re bound to learn something about the fandoms you’re less familiar with. Phillips is generous in providing footholds for people with varying levels of knowledge about her subjects, but Nerd isn’t a 101: readers are expected to know offhand what a mecha is, and what “ship” means as a verb not involving transportation.

Growing up as a gen-X nerd, I scoured my local library shelves for nonfiction books about fantastic universes and found mostly hagiographies of pop filmmakers, dusty histories of Golden Age science fiction, and the occasional behind-the-scenes book. For serious pop culture analysis, I had The Parables of Peanuts and that was about it. From this perspective, it was gratifying to find that Phillips makes the occasional historical reference but isn’t bound by the past. Her emphasis is on the texts she’s encountered, and how they’ve been relevant to her life in real time.

Phillips also takes a dynamic approach to the creator-fan relationship, reflecting the potentially fraught realities of an era when J.K. Rowling can tweet retcons at whim even as her readers share their own takes on the Harry Potter canon. (Phillips and her friends, she writes, won’t entertain the Fantastic Beasts prequels as canon, nor do they credit “the Epilogue That Will Not Be Named.”) Phillips also addresses Rowling’s transphobia, about which Harry Potter’s creator is so resolutely unapologetic that any reference to her formerly ubiquitous fantasy universe is now potentially fraught.

The Nerd author narrates the audiobook herself with a confident, deliberate cadence. It’s gratifying to hear the text in her own voice, but the linear experience of an audiobook can present challenges for listeners who dip in and out. Nerd is a great listen if you have long, uninterrupted stretches of time to spend with it, but in shorter bursts, without the ability to readily flip pages, it can be challenging to hold all the threads of Phillips’s carefully crafted arguments.

Nerd constitutes a testament to the real-world power of imagined universes, and for the importance of remaining critically engaged even while meeting these stories on their own terms. “These worlds only belong to children, we’ve been told for so long, with the understanding that imagination, hope, and dreams may only survive in the innocence of childhood,” Phillips writes, “and yet, if the multiverse can teach us anything, it’s that reality is what we make it. The possibilities are endless.”

It’s a stirring sentiment, and I don’t just say that because I’m wearing a Baby Yoda onesie.

– Jay Gabler

[jeromiah]

i saw another take about how sexualizing dick grayson and ignoring his character is bad or whatever, and the argument includes the fact that he’s been SA’d and that if he was a female character people would be up in arms about it.

first of all this man is sexy as fuck. i know it. you know it. DC knows it bc they keep selling me sexy comic variants and i keep buying them. it’s okay to sexualize him because he’s a fictional character who will never know. and if we used the “oh but what if he was a woman” claim that means we shouldn’t sexualize anyone, leaving the only historically sexualized characters to be women. also, his sexualization by DC leads me to believe that his comics are more often read by women and queer men—and they’re catering to it. not a “win” per se but an interesting observation.

his sexy persona doesn’t negate his experiences nor his character as a whole. (if we really wanted to get into the nitty gritty of it, i could argue that dick’s sexualization and objectification are a self-imposed unhealthy coping mechanism for his trauma but that’s too meta for DC to have thought of) he can do both. part of his character is brushing off his trauma in front of others, so can we mistake fans for falling for his misdirects? also…people who have been SA’d can still be sexy and be sexualized (with consent if they’re real people) and like being SA’d doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ever see them in a sexual context again. if that were true i’d be miserable and a virgin lol

also, we’re literally talking about batman here, one of the most widely-loved franchises in the world where most people haven’t actually read a single batman comic let alone all of them, it’s impossible. same goes for nightwing, who has a more reasonable solo series to finish, but still isn’t for the faint of heart. you don’t have to be an expert on dick grayson to like him and think he’s hot. he is a kind, light-hearted person who’s just too hard on himself and struggles to find a sense of identity.

“and here we slap the ‘sexy’ identity on him.” well…yeah. we’re allowed to do it. turning to fanfiction of all things and expecting it to portray dick honestly is just a dumb expectation because a large chunk of fanfiction is sexual and even if you aren’t reading sexual fics, you’re still reading the works of amateur writers who don’t write for DC. the fun thing about fanfiction is that you can do whatever you want and some writers choose to ignore things and you’re reading their work for free.

dick grayson as an objectifiable character is so fascinating. like i think asking questions about why dick became the sexiest character in DC, why DC embraces it, why his current writer is all over it despite being a straight man could be fun. what does this say about comics culture and the state of sex in popular sequential art? what happens if he does become a sex icon, and is that even truly possible? how does it interact with DC’s growing cast of queer characters? what does it say about the relationship between DC and queer audiences?

i think coming to the conclusion that sexualizing dick grayson is bad and it shouldn’t happen leaves out so many interesting nuances and factors at play that have created this unique situation. and like…he’s sexy as fuck. i love owning a dick grayson swimsuit cover.

[mistmaya]

Finally got around to watching Puss and Boots: The Last Wish… my head is incredibly full of (extremely positive) thoughts that I just have to unleash on the internet. **INCOMING SPOLIERS**

The premise of the movie already held plenty of promise- a hero down to his last limbs, the classic humbling of an egotist. In this case, a cat on his last life. It´s a set-up that´s honestly quite easy for writers to embrace with a straightforward theme: don’t take life for granted. So Dreamworks could’ve settled for the basic and still produced something pretty good but they did. Not. Settle.

Rather than a slow decline towards a humbling, Puss becomes vulnerable within the first 15 minutes when he encounters Death. From there, his identity-burial and trip to retirement set up the story for not just a lesson on appreciating what you have, but also what you can have if you’re willing to change for the better. It´s sweet, and it gets better with the introduction of Perrito.

Ngl, I was a bit skeptical about El Perrito when the movie began. I’m not a fan of perfect gag characters who simply exist for forcing life lessons upon the main characters and a quick laugh. El Perrito could’ve been one of those guys, but he absolutely wasn’t thanks to the way the writers walked the fine line between taking him seriously and as a joke with excellent balance. The scene where he comforted Puss through his anxiety attack was such a fantastic way of not only acknowledging the tangible effects of mental health issues but also the value of mental health care. (Go therapy dogs! <3) Also the humor drawn out of his backstory was absolutely foul in the best way. I probably busted a lung when he started cussing out the Bears.

Speaking of comedy, Big Jack was an unexpectedly hilarious villain. He really reminded me of how refreshing it can be to have a bad guy without a complex backstory, just some grade A asshole who’s never going to be satisfied even if he’s lived the most privileged life. We’ve got plenty of those assholes out here in the real world so its plenty of fun watching their downfall. Loved him and Jiminy´s interactions.

I already knew from the trailer and plenty of tweets that the animation was going to be impressive, but man, there’s nothing like seeing it in person. The fight sequencing was extremely creative and fun from the start. (Puss vs the Sleeping Giant absolutely had to have been inspired by Attack on Titan and we love to see it.) The detailing form Puss´ goosebumps to Goldí´s necklaces made the whole viewing super immersive. And man. The aesthetic choices (like holy cow that one red and black scene were Puss was running from Death in the Cave of lost souls??) were basically perfect. Pretty, intense, the whole package.

The romance between Puss and Kitty was just zesty enough to not be cringe. Tension, pining, sweet interactions… I’m sold. A solid found family with Perrito, but we can’t forget the most lovable and heart wrenching family: Goldi and the Three Bears. The sibling dynamic was both very real and hilarious to watch. But more importantly, Goldi’s gradual realization was a super engaging side plot that added a great parallel to puss. 10/10.

As for Death… goosebumps man. That wolf whistle was chilling- you can’t help but get the same raised hairs as Puss. A damn good take on the Grim Reaper archetype. Everything about him from his design to his lines had me running mental laps in the theater.

Overall, it’s such a relief to see Dreamworks genuinely valuing creative animation and powerful storytelling- they´ve been changing the game ever since Spiderverse came out. They didn’t really have to put their heart and soul into this movie seeing as it´s already part of one of the most cherished franchises ever made, but they did! And the fact that the movie was rooted in earnest passion really shows!

[dearestones]

Death Note Matchup: Amane Misa #2

Warnings: Fluff. 

@repostingmyfavs Request: Hi! If you not to busy I have a request, could you match me up with a death note charecter. Their gender doesn’t matter to me, I have a crush on literally all the characters in the franchise so.

I am 5’3. I dye my hair all the time! Currently, I am sporting hot pink as a hair color. I have a green eyes. I’m very pale. I can’t even go in the sun without coming out with a huge sunburn. I wear these black glasses. I tend to always be blushing.

I am gender fluid and bisexual. I tend to have trouble picking out what to wear because sometimes I wanna dress feminine, sometimes masculine and sometimes even neither or both. So my style can really fluctuate.

Yellow is my favorite color. I love to read, write, play video games and even cosplay. I’ve been told my smile can light up the days of others, so I try to smile a lot.

I tend to hide my feelings so I’m not a burden. I am very bubbly and energetic but also quite anxious and sensitive. I am easily taken advantage of for my kindness.

I tend to look on the good side of things. I love to give hugs, and not to brag but I give the best hugs.

Thank you so much! Take your time and don’t forget to eat and rest!

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After going through the information given, I believe that you pair well with Amane Misa!

Oh my gosh, you’re taller than Misa! You’re still petite and cute, but Misa likes looking up at you and squishing your cheeks to grab your attention. Furthermore, she loves your style! Pink hair? It looks so good on you and she must say, your lovely blushing cheeks matches your hair quite well.

Don’t worry about your sunburns. Once Misa finds out that you have sensitive skin, she will immediately go to the nearest dermatologist, pharmacy, or wherever just so she can get you some heavy duty sunblock. In the interest of preserving your skin and keeping you healthy, she also suggests a skincare routine. Don’t worry, she’ll take into account your interests and the time that you have available to complete your routine. At the end of the day, though, you will see results and your skin will start glowing with your inherent beauty!

She may not show it sometimes, Misa can be mischievous. If you’re not paying attention, she’ll snatch up your glasses and start wearing them for fun. She thinks your glasses are cute and fits your personality.

Genderfluid? Ohhhh! Misa doesn’t understand at first, but after you explain it to her, she will be jumping up and down for joy. While her entire life is dedicated to upholding traditional beauty standards, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like experimenting and embracing new ideas. When she realizes that you like to be more masculine or more feminine at times, she immediately gets to work dragging you to different stores and malls just so you can get your full range of outfits. Misa didn’t grow up with money so she knows how to get the best deals!

On those days where you can’t choose between different ranges of styles, Misa will be there to help you out. You might feel like she’s a fashion critic, but she means well. Regardless of how you want to present yourself, you will end up looking your best and fashionable. 

Misa doesn’t get the appeal of video games, but she enjoys watching you play. Sometimes, she’ll sit in your lap with her head tucked against your chest or she’ll lay her head on your lap. Be sure to pet her hair or pat her cheeks every once in a while because she adores physical affection.

What Misa really loves about your hobbies is your cosplays! Can the both of you do a couples cosplay? Or maybe a cosplay of both of your favorite characters? She’ll help you pack for conventions and do your makeup if you aren’t able. (Please let her do your makeup. She’s artistically inclined and being in an intimate position like touching your face and combing your hair is cathartic and comforting for her). 

Smile for Misa. She loves it. Don’t be surprised if you find out that her camera roll has dozens of pictures of you smiling. She claims that it brightens up her day. (If you check her social media accounts, you can see that she doesn’t post about you often and when you ask her, she’ll selfishly declare that it’s because she wants to keep your smile for herself). 

Please don’t hide your true feelings from her. If there’s one thing she’s learned from past relationships and from romance novels, it’s that partners should be earnest and true to each other. Repressing emotions isn’t always a bad thing, but if you don’t have the proper, healthy outlets, you might end up doing damage to yourself and others. You don’t have to tell her right away, only when you’re ready. Please trust her, she’ll make sure to support you the entire way. 

You give the hugs and she’ll give the kisses! And yes, Misa can and will confirm; you do, indeed, give the best hugs. 

In conclusion, the both of you are quite cute together! Just be sure to tell Misa if you’re feeling overwhelmed; she tends to get carried away if you don’t intervene. 

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Smallpools – Ghost Town Road

There comes a time in all band’s musical trajectory when they realize when things were lacking a bit of the magic they found early on in their career. That feeling of being “locked in” when the band is firing on all creative cylinders can provide the spark they need to carry on. Smallpools found early success with their debut self-titled EP that had a legendary single called “Dreaming” that was as infectious as it was refreshing. “I feel like our debut EP was a definitive body of work…we were dialed in,” vocalist Sean Scanlon muses. “With this project , we’re dialed back in.” Guitarist Michael Kamerman views it less like a sequel and more like a franchise reboot as he mentioned, “The other music exists and you’re free to revisit it. But we’re back and we mean it.” Ghost Town Road was preceded by an EP and while the original songs that were released from the EP are still here, and remain strong material, the other tracks that round out the vision that Smallpools were going for define a band completely locked in creatively. The band appear re-energized and poised for the next big leap in their musical career. Besides the previously released material, new songs like “Amelia” are well-crafted and have a vibe similar to other Alt-Rock bands, like Foster The People, while still remaining authentic to the music that Smallpools have been known for. It features some well-placed trumpet throughout the track to keep interest high in the music. One of the newest singles released from the set, “Socio-Empath” takes the listener on a journey with heavy synths paired with picturesque vocals from Scanlon, while Kamerman and drummer Beau Luther provide the right landscape of sound to complement the lyrics. The band does a nice job of matching the aesthetic of the cover art on smoky sounding songs like this that are perfect for that night drive into the city. ”Make Like A Dream & Die” offers a bright and shiny reprieve from the brooding synths with an intro that features the band singing mostly acapella before they gradually add in more instruments to round out their approach. The latter half of the song gets back into that comfortable groove of moody, synth rock to bring further context to the style they were attacking here. “Be Kind, Rewind” revisits the simpler times of the 80’s with a vibrant piano-laced introduction before launching into the shimmering chorus of, “Oh hey, are we out of time? / Can we go back to the title screen / Say what we mean and be kind rewind / So stay for another night / When the credits roll, our younger souls / They always know to be kind rewind (be kind rewind).” The metaphors found in the lyrics are well-crafted and showcase a band willing to embrace nostalgia with a blend of nuance to them to keep their sound feeling new and refreshing. The penultimate song of “Paperweight” is a solid reminder of the beauty of well-crafted pop songs that feature a great tempo to them to keep the audience engaged. The vivid lyrical imagery in the bridge of, “Like shattered glass / Bottled up and fractured / Broken past, beautiful disaster /One more wasted song / Washed out conversation / My head twisted off / No more desperation,” is well thought out and makes sense in the overall context of the song. Smallpools were brave to admit that they needed a bit of re-charge or a reboot from the songs they were releasing leading up to what I consider their best work to date on Ghost Town Road. When you realize things aren’t working the way you had hoped, the bravest thing you can do is take a few steps back, zoom out, and see exactly where the shortcomings were originating from in order to source out the issue. Smallpools have their mojo back and it’s a beautiful thing. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/smallpools-ghost-town-road/