#THEY KNEW THEIR AUDIENCE PERFECTLY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

[eldritchsquared]

THAT IS ONE OF THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THINGS I’VE EVER SEEN OH MY GODDDDDD

#THAT’S FUCKING HILARIOUS #WHO DID THIS. WHO DECIDED TO DO THIS #THEY KNEW THEIR AUDIENCE PERFECTLY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY #listen i don’t like him but god was the cameo funny #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #mine #also just in case someone has him filtered => #matpat #greatest hits

[hyuckiefluff]

Hey so I hv request! Really love the way you write♡ ok so mark is on adrenaline high frm the concert and is really touch starved and really just wants to fuck his gf! Established realtionship y/n and Mark, feel free to add your magic, thank you!!!

a/n: thank u for the nice words and for sending in this req!! this is exactly what i needed to get back into the mood cuz i’ve (once again) been neglecting my writing lol but anyway when i read this the first thing i thought of was quiet down hence the pic :)

ps: requests are still open btw (still got a lot of them to go through but feel free to send in more) i usually do them in order of which one inspires me the most so even if you send rn i might get to it first!

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

content warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, brief mention of blood, mark is sex starved so he goes a bit crazy, ass groping, handjob (m. receiving), cum eating yeah ik ik i keep writing this but i can’t stop sawry, big c0ck mark!! barely any prep or aftercare (they don’t have time!!!) basically just a messy & needy quickie backstage.

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Mark was losing his mind. 

Why?

All because you placed him on a week-long sex ban in an attempt to prepare him for the upcoming tour. He knew you were just trying to help him adjust to being away from you, but it felt like torture.

Everything was fine at first, or at least Mark was doing a great job pretending. But as the first week neared its end, his resolve started to crumble. Today, in particular, he was extremely horny for no reason.

...Well, he actually did have a reason and it was the picture you sent him this morning, wearing the new underwear he had gifted you  'They fit perfectly, Markie ;)'.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you showed up to his show wearing his favorite skirt—the very one you knew he always fucked you in. He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit.

Either way, it was definitely working, because when you leaned in for a kiss, he caught a glimpse of your underwear in the mirror's reflection and and he had to fight against every part of himself to not moan right then.

To make matters worse, you were still wearing the black lace panties he had gifted you.

By the time he stepped on stage, he was already painfully hard. What kind of pervert gets turned on in front of an audience just because his girlfriend accidentally flashed him? Well, apparently, Mark Lee did.

But he didn't care about looking like a desperate, sex-starved fool. 

So as soon as the VCR started playing and they had to change outfits, he made a beeline for you backstage. Ignoring the protests of staff and confused band members telling him he only had 10 minutes to get ready he grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

“That’s more than enough time,” he muttered under his breath. Despite your persistent attempts to ask where he was taking you, Mark didn’t stop until you were hidden away in a dark, secluded corner behind the stage.

"Mark, what's going on? Are you okay?" You inspected him with concern in your eyes, checking for any injuries.

"Ah...fuck... I have a really big problem," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" But you quickly understood the issue when he pulled up his shirt, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he looked like a child in need of help was too endearing. "Aw, did I do this to you?"

"It's not funny," he protested, suddenly invading your personal space. "I need you to fix it." His forehead pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides and gripping your hips to press you firmly against his body, your lower abdomen coming in contact with his hard on.

"Of course, baby" you replied, ready to kneel down, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm. You looked at him confused, and the stage lights cast an angle that highlighted his pleading eyes. They were glossy with desire.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured, his voice strained and raspy.

The idea of having backstage sex at his concert with just about seven minutes left before he had to return to the stage felt crazy. But there was something about it that turned you on beyond explanation.

So, you cupped his face and kissed him hard enough that your teeth clashed with his lips, but not even the slight taste of blood stopped you from devouring each other’s mouth. Mark quickly matched your intensity, his tongue wasting no time exploring every corner of your mouth. Every time he nibbled on your lips, it elicited little gasps from you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, pressing you firmly against his bulge, a clear reminder that he was about to explode down there.

You started to undo his pants, the friction of his erection against the fabric made him suck in air through his teeth. He broke away from your lips, allowing you to pull down his pants. His boxers were already stained with pre-cum, and when you lowered them, his dick looked at you flushed and angry. You bit your lip, his size always made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

Before you could even touch him, he turned you around and that’s when you realized you were pressed against one of the glass boxes from their performance.

"Mark..." you moaned his name when you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. There was no time for much preparation so when he slowly pushed his hips forward, a string of curses left his lips at the tightness.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned when your walls clenched around him relentlessly. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned against the box for support

“God, you feel so good” His hands gripped your hips, and you felt his lips kissing your shoulder before he whispered that he was going to start moving. You nodded weakly.

His pace started out slow, but there was an undeniable urgency in each motion. His hand moved from your hips to your neck, gripping you softly and pulling you closer with every deep thrust. His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, and with every kiss and nibble, you couldn't help but clench around him, making his hand close tighter against your throat. This pattern continued for a while, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he grunted softly against your neck.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked.

"More, please, I need more," you moaned, feeling his grin against your neck.

He wasted no time. His thrusts quickened, and you couldn't help but release soft gasps and moans with each movement. You leaned forward against the box, your breath fogging up the glass, feeling it tremble beneath you as he continued fucking into you harder. Mark was losing himself, or perhaps he already had; he was rutting against you as if he was an animal in heat.

"M-mark... I'm close," you mewled, not sure if he even heard you amidst the loud cheers.

"Mhm, me too," he moaned, his voice strained. 

It only took a few more thrusts and you were spent, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he helped you ride your orgasm.

 "Fuck, it's gonna be messy if I cum inside you," he realized, slowing his movements.

He was right… he wasn't wearing a condom so as soon as he pulled out, it would definitely drip down your legs. And there wasn’t anything nearby to clean you up with.

"Pull out," you said, and you could see his confusion from the corner of your eye. Nonetheless, he did as told. His hand was already on his dick, ready to take care of himself, but when you knelt down, it was as if his body glitched momentarily.

Your hands replaced his, applying just the right amount of pressure in your strokes to evoke that familiar sensation building in his gut. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your makeup slightly smudged from tears and sweat. The sight was incredibly hot, and just when he was about to cum, you opened your mouth, catching all of his release. Some of it trickled down your throat. The whole scene, along with the sounds you made while swallowing, had Mark almost in tears from the sheer intensity of the moment.

After swallowing every drop, you stood up, adjusting your panties and casually licking a remnant from the corner of your lips, all while maintaining eye contact with Mark. He watched you in stunned silence, still catching his breath. You chuckled when he remained frozen for a good 10 seconds, pulling him close gently and zipping up his pants. In that moment, you heard his voice.

“Please come on tour with me,” he begged, his eyes wide with hope. You just smiled and kissed him.

“Where’s Mark?! You guys are up in 2 minutes!” The staff's frantic shouts pulled you both back to reality. You exchanged a glance and burst into giggles like a pair of teenagers.

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[bodyswapmischief]

Glitch in the System: The Gif Prison

(This story is for @axeegliter. The plot was inspired by an idea he proposed to me. I hope you enjoy the story!)

Tyler looked down at his body. “Where ... I'm I.” He spoke as his mind felt cloudy. He saw that he was wearing a wrestler singlet. It looked funny on his body because he wasn't athletic enough to be wearing this, or so he thought. He wasn't scrawny or fat. He was just average; a little bloated from last night's big meal. And, he was perfectly fine with that. Even though he never worked out, he wasn't weak. He could see himself developing a dad bod as he got older, but he didn't mind. He loved doing other things with his time instead of spending his whole life at a gym to look like a Greek statue. So, as Tyler looked down, he couldn't help but be confused. “What the fuck am I wearing?” He snapped the straps of the spandex uniform. 

His father came walking in. His father was the opposite of him. He was a coach and personal trainer all of Tyler's life. “You really did no training? Tyler, this is the big match, and you look like this! No muscle! You are gonna get your ass kicked.” It was still hard to think for Tyler. The world around him was moving so fast, but his body and mind were moving so slow. “Dad? What are you doing here? Where am I? What match? ... I never joined the wrestling team.” Tyler thought back about his early high-school years and how his father was so disappointed that Tyler lied about trying out for any team. 

“It's too late to cry about this boy. Time to get your ass beat like a man of your word. You agreed to this fight ... time to see it through. Just walk to the ring.” His father spoke sternly. Before Tyler could speak, he was in a long hallway with a bright light at one end. With every step, he could hear the roaring cheer of an audience. An announcer began to introduce him, and the cheering grew louder. He felt a pit in his stomach as he got closer to the light. He knew thousands of eyes would be on him, but he didn't want that. He never wanted to be the center of attention. He took a step into the light, and a blast of loud music made him jump.

Tyler jumped out of bed. The hallway was gone. The bright light was gone. He looked down at his body and saw his shirtless torso. The wrestling singlet was nowhere to be seen. He was getting a bit sick and dizzy from the quick wake-up. But, he realized the loud music was pounding against his wall. Tyler groaned when an energetic person began to talk as the music started to wrap up. “Welcome, Bros! Today, I'm gonna run through a 2 hour workout that you can get done at home to keep you toned on days you can't get to the gym for that sweet pump!” 

Tyler sat on his bed, his heart slowly calming down from the intense state of panic. He realized how hot he was and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Fuck, that was an intense nightmare.” He finally gained enough energy to get up and deal with reality. The loud noise of the TV was filling up his room. He got up and began to stretch and found a shirt to put on. He felt gross from the sweat that was on his body caused by the panicked state of the nightmare. He gathered some clothes to go take a shower and get changed. Doing one last yawn he walked out of his dorm room and got ready to face what he suspected would be on the other side of the door.

Tyler instantly rolled his eyes as he saw that he was right. He saw Ryan shirtless in a pair of workout shorts. The thuds of his heavy muscular body shook the room as he followed the exercises done on the online video. Ryan was a himbo jock that Tyler was, unfortunately, paired up with this year at the dorms. It wasn't that Ryan was a bad roommate for the most part. It was more that they had nothing in common. Even worse, Ryan just couldn't figure that out. Ryan would try to get Tyler to hang out with him. He invited him to come work out or join him at parties, but Tyler often rejected his offer. The main time they would hang out was when they had nothing better to do and a game was on. Although, Tyler saw some benefit of having a himbo for a friend. It was through him that he found his girlfriend, and he did help Tyler's social game.

Ryan muted the video. With his signature smile, the jock began to speak. “Yo! Ty, you up! Wanna join me on this workout!” Tyler looked at Ryan like a grumpy cat awoken from a deep slumber. “No Ryan ... Ideally, I'd like to still be asleep. Why are you blasting this video at 6:10 in the morning.” He spoke like a parent scolding a child. Ryan rubbed the back of his head. “It's a holiday and the gym was closed ... I need to get my morning work out in.” He blushed as he explained his thought process. 

“Yes, Ryan, it's a holiday ... and don't you think people would love some rest.” Ryan sighed as he pinched the top of his nose. “Look, just lower it! I don't want other people complaining about the noise. I'm gonna take a shower cause apparently I've done enough sweating in my sleep.” As Ryan spoke, he was caught off guard as it looked like the man in the video was looking at him. Even though it was muted, it felt like the man was listening to him and analyzing, as he continued to work out. 

“I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking ... I just need to get my workout in.” Ryan apologized. “Just keep down.” Tyler said, walking out to go to dorms shared restroom. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the man teasingly took off his shirt, almost mocking Tyler's lack of fitness.” 

Tyler would come back to his dorm and see that his friend was still working out. He tried  to avoid looking at the video. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like some sort of survival instinct was telling him not to look. He went back onto his bed and scrolled a bit on his phone. Looking at the time, he knew that he had to meet Nora for lunch later that day. The best part of it being a holiday meant no classes and more time to spend with his girlfriend. But that was still hours away. He yawned from waking up so early. “I could still get an hour or two of sleep.” He thought to himself. 

He fell into the void until he jerked awake. “What time is it?” He groaned. His head felt strange. It was like he couldn't think. He swung his arms to grab his phone. His arms felt heavy. He brought the phone to his face and saw scribbles where the time would be. He looked out the window and saw that it's dark. He decided to speak to his phone instead. “Siri what time?” He struggles to think about what to say. “The time is 6:00 A.M” Siri responds. “Can't be right. Why me talk weird.” He worried, as his thoughts seemed to he filtered out to talk like some kind of cave man. 

He gets up and tries to walk over to the restroom. But, his body moves to the dorm’s shared room. Tyler tries to fight, but his body is acting on its own. He turns on his phone and starts a video. And then he sees his body. He looks like a dumbed himbo version of himself. He screams in his head. His worst nightmare is happening. He tried to scream for help from Ryan, but he wondered if that idiot would even know what to do. His body starts talking by itself. “Hello! And welcome to me video ... we work out, and you get ripped like me!” He says as idiotically as possible. He starts to work out. He internally screams in pain as he feels his body working to the limit. But, after a while, it begins to feel good. He wanted to see how much more pain he could push through. And then the workout alarm echoed throughout the room. He tries to turn it off but can't. “Why no stop!” He panics.

Then he opened his eyes and shot out of bed. His heart was racing. He looked around his room and found his phone. He grabbed it and looked at the time. Heart still racing, he realized it was all a dream and he had 30 minutes before he was supposed to meet up with his girlfriend. He got up and looked at himself. He was in his normal body. He felt some relief. But, a part of him was also disappointed. He felt weak. “No ... stop that ... you are happy with your body ... you don't need to be a gym head. It was just a nightmare. You didn't like it. You don't like it.” He spoke to himself as he got up and put on some casual clothes and went to the cafeteria to meet up with Nora. 

Sitting at the table waiting for Nora, Tyler couldn't stop thinking about his nightmares. How easily he could have been a jock if he listened to his father. Sometimes, he was jealous of how simple-minded Ryan was. He'd admit that in those seconds, being buff wouldn't be the worst thing ever. But, then another thought entered his head. The images of the man from the workout video. He couldn't shake him out of his mind. A warning deep in his soul screamed out. “Damn, get a hold of yourself ... what is wrong with you?” He whispers to himself. 

Mid thought, Nora walked up on him. “What's on your mind?” She says as she wraps her arms around Tyler, from behind. He jumped from the surprise and turned around. He wrapped Nora in his arms and gave her a kiss. “Nothing ... Today has just been strange. How have you been?” He smiled, trying to stop his mind from racing. Nora talked about her morning. She was happy that she could sleep in and finish some homework. As she talked, she couldn't help but notice that Tyler kept slipping in and out of his own mind. “Are you sure you are okay?” She said with a tone of concern. 

“Um ... yeah ... sorry.” Tyler slowly swam back to reality. “It's just ... I don't know ... today has been weird. Like I've had two nightmares today, and they both kinda revolved around the same thing.” Tyler began to explain. He began to go into detail. As he talked, he tried to find any meaning. But, he was also a little bothered by the fact Nora was looking at her phone. “Are you even listening?” He sighed. “Yes? I can look at my phone and listen. Your first dream could be like some daddy issues.” She teased as she looked up from her phone. “And, maybe the second dream is you just being annoyed at Ryan for waking you up too early.” She tried to be helpful. Tyler sits in the following seconds of silence

“Damn!” Nora let out as she almost choked on her drink. “What is it?” Tyler looked up at her. “It's nothing...” Nora tried to move the conversation along. “Come on, just let me see.” Tyler begged. “Fine ...” Nora said a bit hesitantly. “It's just some fitness influencer ... a gif of him flexing. He's been all over social media. I just didn't expect to see him on my reel.” She explained. Tyler mind snapped as he watched the same man from the video Ryan was watching earlier today. He felt jealous ... an emotion he hardly felt.

“Oh ... I see ... you think he's hot cause he's ripped ... not like me.” He pouted. “Come on, Tyler, don't make this something it's not. I like you and your body ... the gif just got me off guard.” Nora sighed. “Yeah but I'd bet you'd like me more if I was ripped ... If I had a body like Ryan. If I was the athlete my dad wanted to be.” Tyler got up and started speaking loudly, making a bit of a scene. “Tyler I don't know what's up with you today ... but knock it off. You know, none of that is true. You are good the way you are. Knock it off before you ruin the day.” Nora said, getting more annoyed at the situation. “Well Nora! Maybe I don't want to just be good. Maybe I want to be great.” He said as he stormed off. 

Tyler rushed back into his dorm. “Okay asshole. You want to mess with me. Well fuck you. I'll use you to get ripped ... see your stupid videos and show that it's nothing to fucking brag about. I'll show that you can be ripped and not be some fucking attention whore.” Tyler cussed as he started pulling up the same YouTube video that Ryan on. He stopped himself aa he realized how much his blood was boiling. “What the fuck is wrong with me ... this is not me. Why am I so mad? Why is this getting under my skin?” He said holding his head in his hands and trying to fight his thoughts.

The video began to play, and the man began to speak. “It's okay, Tyler ... I'm here to help.” Tyler was shocked as he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw that the world around him turned into a gym. The man from the video was there looking into his eyes. “What the fuck ... this is another dream ... I just gotta wake up.” Tyler panics. “Maybe it is ... maybe it isn't. But, either way this is your home now.” The man smirked. Tyler felt frozen in place.  “This ... it's not possible...” Tyler continues. 

“Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, it's okay. Trust me ... I'm here to help. I was just like you. Just an average guy ... I got trapped in this same room. Now look at me ... online health influencer, a personal trainer, and more. People love me, and I love the attention they give me. I love that by watching me and my body, I give them hope. And, now I offer you the same experience.” The man smiles and flaunts his body.

“B...b...but I don't want this. I just want to get out of here.” Tyler stuttered. “I think I phrased something wrong. This is not your choice. The choice has been made for you. But to be honest, you wouldn't be here if this wasn't some you wanted. I've been watching you. What was it you said ... you'd use me to get ripped to show me up? And, what about your dream? Wouldn't life be easier if all you cared about was getting a good pump like your friend. And, you always looked up to your father ... don't you want to finally make him proud.”  The man smirked. The words stung Tyler's mind. The man was right. “No! You've done something to me! I didn't want this ... I like who I am. Why did you put these thoughts in my head.” Tyler yelled. The man lightly repetitively slapped Tyler's face. “You'll see in time ... this is what you wanted. This is what you were meant to become.” The man walked away and began to vanish.

As the man left, Tyler finally felt control of his body return as he fell to his knees. He looked around for an exit, but there were no doors or windows. He began to rush around the perimeter of the gym, but nothing showed itself to be a secert way out. He was trapped. He banged on the walls and cried out to be let out. The room let out a ringing sound, and his body froze up again. He was not in control as it moved towards a set of dumbells. He began to lift them. His arms worked out until he was sore. A line appeared on his chest, and he fell to the floor as he regained control of his body. Another ringing sound filled the room, and his body went on autopilot. Another set of reps was done. The pain increased as his arms still didn't have time to recover. Another line appeared on his chest. The process continued over and over. The lines on his chest were changing, becoming obvious that they were roman numerals. Tyler was trapped in his body internally, screaming for it to stop. He was fighting hard to gain some control. The number on his chest reached 72, and he fell to the floor. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain in his arms prevented him from doing so. 

He looked up as he heard footsteeps approaching him. “What the fuck did you do to me! Let me out! You sick bastard!” Tyler screamed through the pain and exhaustion. The man laughed. “And, why would I do that? I just came to say you are doing great! The audience loves you.” Tyler choked on his exhaustion. “Audience...” The man chuckled. “You still haven't pieced it together. You are stuck in a gif. That number is the view count. People are sharing you as we speak. You'll be on workout forums. You body will be blasted on thirst trap forums. I might even share your clip on my personal channel. And, everytime someone watches you ... this gif ... you will be compelled to do the same movement over and over again. “Fuck you! I'll find a way out of this ... I'll kill you.” Tyler growled. The man walk over and squated down. “Well good luck with that, soon to be big guy.” He patted Tyler's back.

His body froze up once again. He continued the process. But, it wouldn't stop. The number on his chest kept getting higher. He could feel the muscles in his arms and chest rip and heal. The tears of the pain were disgused by the sweat running down his face. He hated it. He could only stare at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't know how long he'd been here. But, he already saw changes in his body. His arms looked more toned. Hours ... days ... weeks passed. Tyler wasn't sure as keeping track of time was impossible. The number would finally reach over 1,000, and he stopped. He fell back onto the floor. His arms and chest burning in intense pain. “Nobody must be watching!” He coughed out after not talking for what felt like an eternity. 

He needed to get up. This was his time to find a way out. He couldn't take much more. He tried to lift himself up, but the pain was too great. His heart beat faster he used thst pain to fuel his rage. He needed to push. And, he did. He used all his strength to lift himself up. But, he was surprised. It didn't hurt. It felt good. A good sore feeling. As he stood still, the intense pain returned. He screamed out. He let the pain fuel him again and pick up the dumbell, and threw it against the wall, hoping it would crack and reveal an exit. But, the wall remained undamaged. Tyler winced in preparation to feel more pain from what he did. But, again, that good sore feeling filled his body. He lifted the other dumbell and did some reps. The intense stabbing pain decreased. “Fuck! It's like my body is addicted to working out. If I stop ... it's too painful.” He went to a leg press machine and started working put. He sat there and started thinking of a plan. But, before anything could be done ... a ringing sound filled the gym and he was back into the gif loop.

The number kept rising. His body was becoming more addicted to lifting. Thinking became pointless. The sore feeling relaxed his mind. There was no point in thinking of friends, family, or a way out. He was trapped. It could have been years at this point. He didn't know if this was real. Maybe he was dead, and this was hell. The only thing he could do to keep himself sane was count every set and rep. Then the number would stop, and the pain would come back. He'd stuggle to the nearest machine to work out ... to relieve himself from the pain. Over this time, his body would transform. He had to assume it had been years as he looked older.  His arms began to curve into thick biceps and blouderish shoulders. His chest jutted out in a shelf of muscle. His torso chiseled itself as sweat washed down his body. His thighs thickened with hard muscle. And, his legs began to get well defined. The number on his chest just continued to rise.

Something finally snapped in Tyler's mind. As the number grew on his chest, he realized how many people watched him. How many people lusted over him. How many people saw his gif and got inspired to work out. He felt proud. The pain began to feel good. Working out felt as necessary as breathing did. He'd look in his reflection and loved the man he saw. After the last round of gif play throughs. He walked up to the mirror. The pain felt good. He flexed. The man from the video appeared behind him and rubbed his chest. “I think you are ready for the next step.” He smiled. 

#body #swap #transformation #tf #male #mischief #stories #male body swap #story

[party-gilmore]

(Spoiler Free) Reasons Why "Violent Night" DESERVES to be the Breakout Blockbuster Hit of the Holidays

I haven't laughed that fucking hard or consistently through a movie in my fucking life. My throat and chest are both actively hurting right now from all the yell-laughing and the breathless wheezing I was reduced to by the midway point.

I knew it would be entertaining, but I was in no way shape or form prepared for it to be that good.

Seriously this movie was a technical masterpiece. Every single actor brought their A game. Every scrap of script was perfectly tailored to each character. The corniest lines imaginable on paper delivered with such conviction they immediately get launched into the stratosphere of Coolest Thing That Could Possibly Have Been Said In That Moment. The way Alex Hassell (Jason) did literally every facial expression he makes throughout the entire movie? But specifically how he looks at Alexis Louder (Linda) from behind the [SPOILER] when she's [SPOILER]? Effervescent. The COSTUMING???? The details in Santa's Coat ALONE I will be obsessing over for the next three months.

On a more technical side, the LIGHTING! Perfectly able to see everything even in dark rooms/scenes! The SETS? Full environments completely utilized! A masterclass in Chekov's Gun! Every single set-up had a payoff, and every single payoff had a setup.

And PRACTICAL EFFECTS!!! HHGNGDNWHNG some of the BEST blood work I've ever seen! And the prosthetics! Like, I know gory stuff hasn't been hit as hard by the Replaced With CGI curse as other genres but still it was so fucking refreshing and well done.

And the way the gore slowly ramped up!!! The gore and violence starts off a little light (comparatively) and just sloooowly and steeeaadily ramps up and up and up until it peaks PERFECTLY at the climactic moment! And the individual scenes themselves were crisp, perfectly timed, not unnecessariliy drawn out of lingered on for shock value - in fact, more often, they were kept short and quick to emphasize how fast these fights were moving, realistic and delightful little BURSTS of grotesquery and then already carrying you away to the NEXT swing and spray of blood! It kept the violence constantly fresh and fascinating, building not only momentum but the audience's tolerance/expectations to the cresting point.

Seriously I got so fucking worked up by how good and funny and action packed it was that I had to take off my fucking sweater and NOT (just) because of the shirtless Santa scene they put in there just for me.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BUDDY holy FUCK. That scene. Th. The bloodiness and th. The [SPOILER] and the [SPOILER] and the girth. The thickness. The titties and the stomach and the little bit of overhang and the [SPOILER]. HOOOOOOO santa treated us GOOD tonight boys holy FUCK david harbour bless you bless you bless you bl-

-ahem- sorry anyways uhhhhhhh where was i...

I think that was pretty much it, without getting into blatant spoilery stuff. So. Fuckin uhhhhh watch this movie.

#violent night #such a good fucking movie holy shit #a MASTERPIECE #AND a masterclass.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 11/04/2024

I will Never be a Redneck

Season 7 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume Sapphire

Ripped by Madinstance

Requested by Corb and uwustepanne! (Discord, Request Form) (@uwustepanne)

"I'm just kidding, this isn't a blue balls rip. However, you're going to wish it was. I warned you."

Can you IMAGINE being 601billionlazer and getting this rip for Secret SiIva 5?? You hear the silly blue balls and go oh, haha what fun, what a great little bit Madinstance, you always outdo yourself so its fun to see you've taken a funny step back here - only for the truth to be revealed and all hell to break loose? You hear the backing change and think, I swear I recognize that, there's no way he actually did it - the banjo comes in with a gleefully sinister pluck and reaffirms your suspicions. Madinstance fucking did it. The first proper rip uploaded as part of Season 7 introduced the year with a fucking bomb. I will Never be a Redneck.

And look, I've covered some One-Winged Angel rips on here already, One Winged PSYcho - V​.​S. Sepsyrop and Hen'yoku no Piraman - the latter even being made by Madinstance as well - but I feel like it needs to be stressed how thoroughly deranged this rip in particular is. We ALL know Cotton-Eye Joe, if not the original American country song then ABSOLUTELY the world-famous 1994 Eurodance version - one that, funny enough, was recorded by a Swedish band. Indeeds, its oddly befitting: A culture clash between my homeland, and the nation where a majority of SiIvaGunner's own audience and contributors live - the result is that ALL of us knew well what Cotton-Eye Joe was, a piece of our childhoods for some, or at least for me. Yet its prevalence on SiIvaGunner had been comparatively tame in comparison to that popularity, only appearing in some modest mashups and melodyswaps in Season 1 - seven whole years before Madinstance deployed the nuclear option. Realizing that this overplayed icon of a song even had the ability to be remixed in such a fashion positively blew my mind - I won't sugarcoat it, I will Never be a Redneck completely floored me.

And like, in some ways its to be expected, right? Madinstance is incredible, he continues to show up on here with rips like Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) and Fell From a High Place (Reprise) for a reason - his prowess for these large-scale projects feels like it shouldn't even be humanly possible. I remarked back in Hen'yoku no Piraman just how much the recent trend of One Winged Angel rips impresses me, how each one feels as if the ripper is truly showcasing their worth whilst dedicating it all to the glory of a single meme. That still stands, yes, but to apply it to a song that otherwise had near-no prevalence on SiIvaGunner, no standard set for how remixing it ought to go: To have my FIRST ever time hearing Cotton-Eye Joe pitch shifted be in this absolute behemoth feels downright criminal. And its even crazier how it WORKS the whole way through.

The amount of touches present to make this feel as cohesive as it does is staggering. The chorus' titular line of "Cotton-Eye Joe" replaces the use of "Sephiroth!" in the base track perfectly, the original song's violin instrumental breaks between the chorus and verses are pitch shifted into the ominous tone of One Winged Angel's equivalent instrumental breaks, the banjo going off the shits in the longer break from the main melody midway through the track...really, its incredible how much of the original track's excitement and danceable fun suddenly sound so ominous, with changes so deliberate, substantial yet conservative enough to not lose the Cotton-Eye Joe feel - this ALWAYS sounds like the right amount of both tracks in balance. I love how the song's chanting "Hey-hey-hey-heyys" suddenly sound akin to One Winged Angel's latin choir song, how the vocals of the chorus repeat in a somewhat staggered, haunting way near the rip's end - like Beautiful Dreamer or My Dr. Eggman Can't Be This Evil!, its remarkable just how drastic the change of tone becomes through rips like this.

Most of all though, it is that gradual realization of what you're listening to that has made I will Never be a Redneck such a classic for me - NOBODY could've anticipated it based on the channel's past history, and nobody would've expected THIS would be the way that Season 7 would officially "start". Yet its the kind of rip you can send to anyone - both songs are immediately recognizable, and the effort put in to making the two work in tandem is unmistakably impressive. uwustepanne, who wrote in to request this be covered, included a short anecdote with her write-in, about how this rip showing up in her YouTube feed was what made her realize the channel hadn't ended with Season 6's finale, that I will Never be a Redneck in a way represents everything she loves about the channel, the impact its had on her. And yeah - isn't it crazy how a rip as cracked as this one, still wound up facing incredibly stiff competition for rip of the Season?? 2023 was one of SiIvaGunner's greatest-ever years, and seeing a rip like I will Never be a Redneck uploaded at its very start felt almost like they'd set the bar far too high for the rest of the team. Yet somehow, someway, everyone else was up to the challenge and continued making absolutely incredible rips throughout the entire year. Madinstance continues to raise the bar of quality on the channel at almost every turn, and having him do it at the Season's very start - with a rip as out-of-this-world as I will Never be a Redneck to boot - remains as an absolute power move.

#todays siivagunner #season 7 #siivagunner #siiva #Madinstance #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy #ffvii remake #ffvii rebirth #ff7 remake #ff7 rebirth #ff7 cloud #ffvii cloud #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth #crisis core #cotton eye joe #rednex #eurodance #mashups #one winged angel #jenova #professor hojo #hojo

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

First shared in The Saiouma Pit discord server, parts said by other members are in quotations, unassigned bullet points are my messages

Hina: "It could go either way but... if it's Shuichi demonic royalty instead of parent, it's his uncle or Shuichi's parents and uncle being there and he's managing to perfectly play shit off to his parents while his uncle is just not buying it?"

his parents being the rulers of hell but his uncle being the one that cares to visit

Dra: "Shuichi tells Kokichi about what's going to happen, Kokichi agrees to help him find someone to marry (they are stupid) but before they can think of anyone time Runs out Shuichi's uncle appears from his silly little red demonic circle, looks at Shuichi, notices Kokichi and just "your human is rather small" And Shuichi loses it because oh fuck he didn't want to get Kokichi involved in this"

Hina: "The fact they really thought an hour was enough time to find a fiancé is just sad"

Fuwa: "we can extend it to 6 hours." And then I said: "no, an hour is perfect"

also Shuichi knew beforehand and just waited helplessly until it was last bell to do anything so he asked Kokichi for ideas

Fuwa: "they do fucking tinder, try to get a demonic looking match. They use a goddamn fake face app, to like, see who's demonic enough, and they point it towards Kokichi on accident at the very end, and it's like "perfect match". "Wow it's truly satan!!""

Hina: "WHY THE FUCK WON'T ANYONE MATCH WITH ME??? I TRIED A THIRST TRAP. I POSTED A PHOTO WITH A DOG. DO YOU NEED A FUCKING FISH??? IS THAT WHAT WE NEED??? SHOULD BE GO FISHING???"

Dra: "Does Kokichi get pros/cons of suddenly being married to demon royalty?" me: "like, what could the cons even possibly be? but yes he does"

after that dinner he stays up at night, pulls out his trusty white board

Dra: ""What if they don't have wifi in hell"", Fuwa: "Shuichi's family" (also listing cons)

Hina: "Pros: Demon Royalty, Would Protect You, Live in Castle, Rich, Cool Uncle, Husband Kinda Cute Ig Cons: The Signal Sucks, Parents are Meh, A lot of fire, Hot. Everyone Here lowkey wants to kill you"

idk about the killing part, I think Kokichi could gain respect in hell, they'd think he has what Shuichi lacks, he was always deemed too timid and soft for a heir to the throne, now this human he brought on the other hand…

Dra: "Ok but it'd actually be so funny if the other demons started going with Kokichi's lies and introduced him as the most powerful demon ruler that just happens to look like a lil dude (it's totally so he can fool sinners into thinking he's harmless) and Shuichi is just watching this go down like "huh""

I love fake dating AUs so I'll try to add a little more to this.

Neither of them has realized their feelings yet when that fated night happens, but something's been brewing through months of their living together. They're just friends that help each other in situations like needing an emergency fiancé. It's cool.

Until it's serious and they're told to pack, so they can begin preparations for the wedding and coronation in Hell as soon as possible. So things get a little tense, but they can go with the flow. It's just another adventure in the life of a supreme leader. And then the shenanigans begin.

The chambers prepared for them obviously have only one bed. They have to show off their affection to sell it to everyone. Learning new details about each other when they're made to pick out stuff for the wedding together. Some frosting on one's face while trying potential cakes. Waking up face to face after swearing to stay on far off sides of the bed the night before.

Kokichi learning things about Shuichi's childhood, Uncle shows him pictures. Shuichi watching Kokichi as he impresses demons with his act, looking at the faces he makes and being not only impressed too, but falling a little bit in love with the joy it brings Kokichi to have a receptive audience.

The realization of feelings being followed by the assumption it's unrequited and wallowing in it. The mixed feelings when trying on suits, dreading the approaching wedding day while thinking the other doesn't feel the same. Something pushing the tension past the limit and causing the confrontation. I've been thinking of maybe introducing a little magic to Hell's wedding traditions; they would each have to throw an ingredient into a huge jug of a special alcoholic drink that is prepared for weddings some days in advance and those specific ingredients have to be thrown in by the couple because the mixture will turn a pretty color when someone in love does this step.

Those idiots. These two morons. When it turns out alright they jump to the conclusion that the other is in love but with somebody else. [This could also be done with Kokichi hearing Shuichi mumble something about love in his sleep, or overhear him venting to somebody who knows their situation, probably Uncle or a friend, say "I think I'm in love" all tragically and the same misunderstanding happens]

So accusations fly, "If you're in love with someone, then why didn't you go to them with this?"

"I didn't know then. Why did you agree to this if there's someone you-?"

"I didn't know. And I expected this to be over by now. I thought that they wouldn't approve of me, or find out it's a farce and then kick me out."

"You should be with the one you love. I can open a portal for you. I can come clean to everyone, I got you into this mess-"

"No. It's not that simple" Shuichi looks at him questioningly, so he sighs and continues "... I am pretty sure it's unrequited. Doesn't matter anymore. What about you? I promised to help. Whatever that means now."

Whether they resolve it at that point or continue without talking things out [Shuichi claiming that his feelings are unrequited too, so their only option is to stay on track.] is up to you.

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oumasai #kokichi oma #made by me #writing prompt #if you use it I'd love to read that!

[izzuku]

sweet aftertaste─ 4 a.m

summary: one night after the off-collab your thoughts hunt you, except for this time there's someone there to break them apart.

characters: ike eveland x gn! reader

c/w: mentions of smoking (reader), bad mental health, dealing with depression, intrusive thoughts, kinda angsty at first, angst to fluff, first kiss, night confession (not proofread cause it's late & I'm tired)

a/n: something I wrote while listening to The Neighborhood cause it's my favorite band and my favorite way to self-destruct

The clock was almost hitting 4 am when you decided to step out on the balcony for some fresh air. You didn't expect to feel like shit when you met Vox, Mysta, Nina, Ike, Mika and Luca in person. Don't get me wrong, they're the best people to hang out with; sweet, caring and funny.

The only problem was your own head, reminding you of all the things you did in the past, reminding you that maybe you didn't deserve this happiness. Your actions, your self image and how everyone saw you from the outside only caused you more anxiety. You were aware of yourself all the time and you couldn't avoid thinking about what others might think of you. You told yourself you'd look for help, you told your audience that you're taking care of your mental health but now everything feels like a bitter lie that you made everyone believe.

With a shaky exhale, you closed your eyes, letting the smoke of the almost finished cigarette in your mouth disappear in the darkness of the night sky. “Maybe I should cancel the stream tomorrow with a vague excuse..” you mutter under your breath, catching the salty tears on the corners of your eyes. Another glance to the far ground from the balcony made you bite a sob back.

“[Name]?” A soft-spoken voice appeared in the silence of the city, catching off guard. It was Ike.

As fast as you could, you got rid of your tears, sniffing and squeezing the used cig before turning around. “Ikey, what're you doing here this late? You should be sleeping by now.” “I could ask the same question you know” he took a look at you, his expression turning into one of concern. “Is everything okay?”

"Bet you look stupid right now" you inner laughed at your comment, depicting once again as a failure. At least, you tried to hide it from everybody else. “I'm perfectly fine, why do you ask?” You could hear him exhale, taking some steps in front of you so he could have a better view. You knew Ike wasn't an openly affectionated man, but feeling his own palm on the flesh of your cheek made you shiver. “You can talk to me...you know that, right?”

Your eyes never left his, so caught up in the moment you didn't even notice the tear falling down your cheek, the same cheek he was holding. His eyes softened, pulling slowly into a hug to comfort you. “I always feel like I don't deserve anything...and I can take it anymore Ike” you mumbled on his chest, gripping the shirt tighter each time you recalled the awful memories. His hand found your head, stroking really slow and the hand that was holding your waist pulled you even closer to his body.

“I'm here...don't worry, love...” his words felt like a dream. You thought to yourself: how can someone like him make me feel so alive yet pull me into a sweet slumber. He always made sure everyone was okay, even you, and you couldn't thank him enough for everything he's done.

“Why are you so fucking perfect for fuck's sake...” you sighed with your head low. “No wonder I fell in love with you” you blurred out without noticing, laughing while cleaning your wet cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket.

“You fell... In love with me?” It stuck out to you the fact that an accidental confession spew out of your mouth, making you launch your head up in hopes to not be met with a disgusted face. For your luck, Ike's eyes were bright open with almost the reflection of the moon on them and cheeks flushed red.

You took the matter slowly, gently grabbing his hands while standing straight in front of him. “I guess..you now know it but yeah...it happened a long time ago. I don't know how it happened,I just know that you made me feel loved when all I could do was destroy myself...” your eyes wandered anywhere but his face, afraid to hear a cruel comment.

“If I had known you felt the same... I'd have confessed earlier” his hand raised your chin, a small smile graced his lips before adding something. “I'm really glad that I made you happy [name], you're really important to me”. With a silent question from him you nodded before letting him taste your lips, softly turning into a candy-coated first kiss.

Maybe your nights won't be as lonely as before.

#gn reader #izzuku #soft headcanons #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland x gn reader #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #nijisanji en

[violetrainbow412-blog]

86, baby! [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: Eddie finally graduates

A/N: FUCK CANON, everyone here is perfectly fine. And Robin and Nancy are probably in the same year as Eddie but ignore that, it's our boy's time.

Warnings: just some vol 2 spoilers and mention of sex

When you entered the school auditorium, most of the students and family were already there, so you panicked at the thought that you would not have a place, but this feeling dissipated when you heard Dustin calling your name. Taking up almost the entire row were Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Mike, Will, the guys from the band, and of course Mr. Munson.

"I've arrived late?" you asked, taking your place between Wayne and the curly-haired boy, placing the bouquet of flowers you brought on your lap.

"You're just in time, it's about to start," Dustin replied, slightly excited. He was still hurt (as were most) but honestly, the pain was insignificant against what you had done: you had beaten Vecna. The bastard was finally dead thanks to teamwork and the entire town of Hawkins had witnessed the pitched battle. There was no way that they wouldn’t believe that you and your friends were innocent of the murders because the monster was in charge of speaking mentally with all the inhabitants to presume that he had been in charge of these acts. And come on, a bunch of teenagers playing D&D doesn't have the ability to summon such a powerful thing. Maybe a 'deal with the devil' that everyone presumed was believable, but not this. You had almost threatened the US government with burning the offices to the ground if they didn't clear your boyfriend's name. They agreed through Hopper's connections, and within weeks Eddie was struck off the fugitive list. You had distanced yourself from legal problems, but you knew that the trial of public opinion was continuing and proof of that was the bad looks you received when you were there.

From your spot you looked up at Eddie and smiled to find his hair messed up under his graduation cap. He was wearing a soft green toga and you could almost swear he was bouncing his foot up and down nervously. You knew how long he had waited for this moment and you also knew how much effort it had cost him, so after all that madness you had been through it felt good to have that victory.

The event began with the principal giving a speech, a student taking the stage to give another speech, and a couple of pieces of music by the band the high school had hired. The whole time I was whispering to Dustin about anything funny and it wasn't until it was time to hand out the diplomas that you kept quiet. They were a long way from getting to M, but you still stayed on the edge of your seat so you could watch the moment he walked onstage. As the students passed, the audience gave couple applause and when they finally named the first person of the last names with M, you made sure that Jonathan had his camera ready.

"Munson, Edward" they finally said and you started clapping. But what was your surprise to hear silence in most of the auditorium. Nobody was applauding him.

There was a moment of extremely awkward silence where you felt like you were short of breath. But that only appears for a few seconds.

"You did it, man!" Garreth yelled from his spot and you felt your eyes glaze over as the entire row of your friends began to clap fervently. Steve even whistled and the cheers could be heard all over the place. Eddie couldn't be happier to see a whole line of people applauding him and when his eyes landed on you, he felt like he might cry.

"Murderer!" someone yelled from behind and you felt your blood boil all over your body. In a way you had expected it, since Jason had taken it upon himself to promote these stupid ideas that Eddie was a monster, but he never stopped hurting. It didn't hurt you, but it hurt you for thinking it was going to hurt him. You turned to look for the owner of the scream and without remorse you raised your middle finger, hearing a couple of people let out a scandalous sound.

"Please refrain from any kind of scuffle in this room or you will be expelled," said the master of ceremonies, obviously referring to you making an obscene sign and not the person who had just yelled at your boyfriend. You turned to look at him and he was already walking down the stairs, his expression a little less happy than his thanks to the insult. So you got up from your spot so I could see you better.

"Munson!" you yelled, gaining everyone's attention. He watched as you formed a flirtatious smile on your lips "I love you!" you told him, like it was just the two of you, and he giggled as he blushed violently. You and your friends clapped again and the master of ceremonies asked for silence so that the next person could go up for their diploma. When he returned to his place, he swiveled in his chair to face you, still grinning broadly.

"I love you more" he gestured, blowing you a kiss afterward. The rest of the ceremony you kept quiet, feeling the disapproving looks of most and when it was over Eddie didn't even bother to come over to have his group photo taken, but went straight to you.

He surprised you when he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you off the floor, kissing you softly as he spun you around.

"Son," Wayne said to get his attention and Eddie practically threw himself into his arms. His uncle was holding back tears, but you and Eddie couldn't.

You saw the man whisper several things in his ear as he squeezed it tight, quite an emotional scene to watch.

"You came," Eddie said once he broke away, looking at the group of people behind you.

"Of course we were going to come," Robin said, reaching out to hug him too. Just like her, most of them hugged your boyfriend with joy and when they finished you gave him the bouquet of flowers.

"They are for me?" he asked excitedly and you reached out to kiss him on the cheek.

"Pretty flowers for a pretty boy," you complimented, making him smile.

"A picture, guys," Jonathan muttered, letting go of Nancy's hand and moving closer to point the camera at you. Eddie lifted the diploma with one hand and used the other to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. The flowers were held with the inside of the elbow "One more" he asked. Eddie handed the stuff to Dustin and you gasped when you felt him pull you back into his arms to kiss you on the lips. Some strands of his hair fell on your skin and the tassel of the mortarboard also, but nothing hindered the vision of your lips together and the smile that he had on his face.

"You have it?" Eddie asked Jonathan and he nodded.

"They’re so cute" exclaimed Robin next to Steve, without you being able to hear her.

"They’re disgusting"

"Don't be jealous" she teased, hearing him laugh too.

"Y/N" Wayne called you. Eddie reluctantly let you go and left with the band members, who hadn't stopped congratulating him.

"Tell me"

"I want to celebrate Eddie in our trailer and I wanted to know if your friends would like to come. You know he likes pizza so I thought I'd buy some for you to eat"

"That's great! Of course they'll want to go, I'll tell them right now"

"I wanted it to be a surprise" he interrupted you, a bit shy. The man was serious, but you knew he had a good heart. From there the boy had learned "Maybe you can tell them and while we have things ready you can entertain Eddie with something else, what do you say?" he asked and you nodded with a smile.

"I'll take him out for ice cream or something. It won't be hard to distract him" you exclaimed amused. You really had another kind of distraction in mind, but his uncle didn't have to know that.

"I didn't know Eddie had so many friends," he said, looking at all the people who were with him. It sounded like a nostalgic comment that could turn into joy. You could see in his face that he was calm knowing that there were so many people supporting his nephew and most importantly of him, that he was surrounded by so much love.

"Eddie is an exceptional boy, Wayne. No matter what stupid people say, we know who he really is."

"I'm glad you're his girlfriend" he confessed "Since you've been with him, he has changed a lot. He looks happier. And you are a good girl and if one day you decide you will be a great wife and mother"

"We just need Eddie to buy me the ring and I'll be happy to be a Munson" you exclaimed, and it was all true. If you thought about marriage, you couldn't see yourself with someone other than him "I'll go with the boys to spread the news, and then we'll leave" you informed and he nodded pleased.

As you approached again you saw Eddie telling a story and waving his hands exaggeratedly, while the others watched him intently. And watching it made you feel good about being part of that wonderful group of freaks.

You were not lying when you said that it would be easy to distract Eddie, because at that moment he was with you riding him in the back seat of the car, with many things in mind except the suspicion of a surprise party.

"Y/N" he moaned softly, feeling you grind against his cock. One of his hands squeezed your tit clad in the fabric of a wireless bra and his lips attacked your shoulder, tasting the sweat on your skin.

You had to admit that the distraction had been beneficial to you, for you hadn't had a moment alone for quite some time and were eager for that kind of intimacy. It was a good scene; Eddie's eyes were closed and he was letting out ragged moans, while you were breathing hard from the effort of climbing up and down on him. Luckily (or unfortunately?) there was no one to witness it, as you had parked in a lonely part of the forest and things had escalated faster than you thought.

His hands went to your hips and squeezed you there, marking the rings on his fingers on your bare skin. You knew that this was a sign that he was about to come and you let him guide you at his own pace, allowing you to relax so you could bring yourself to your orgasm. You two broke up almost at the same time and the sounds that Eddie made sent a chill down your spine.

"You know…" he started, breathing loudly down your neck "my idea of ​​the first thing I wanted to do after graduating wasn't exactly this, but I'm not complaining either" he teased, making you giggle.

"You looked hot in a toga, I couldn't help it" you replied in the same way, letting yourself fall to the side of the seat. It was going to take you a while to recover, but after the sweat dried up a bit, he handed you the dress so you could put it on. He also pulled up his underwear after throwing the condom in a bag so he could get dressed. He looked very handsome in the clothes he had chosen; a Motörhead t-shirt, new jeans, and somewhere in the van was the formal jacket he was wearing. You loved the way he always kept his metalhead style.

When you tidied up a bit of the mess Eddie had made of you, you leaned into his chest and let him hold you.

"I finally did it," he said suddenly, resting his chin on your head, "I made it out of high school."

"I never doubted you would," you murmured happily, pressing yourself closer to him and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Now it was slow and steady and reassuring.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, Y/N" he exclaimed and you got up from your seat to look into his eyes.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"For your support as a girlfriend", he explained to you "All those times you helped me study, your words of encouragement, the times you denied me kisses until I finished my homework" he listed and you laughed at the last thing "Everyone has I've said that I'm an idiot and I'll never get anywhere, but at least now I have the hope of getting into a university or getting a decent job. I know that my emotion probably sounds silly because you graduated a year ago and it wasn't hard for you because you're super smart..." there he was, rambling "and even maybe for you it's not that important, but I feel very happy to have achieved it and to have you in my life”

“Of course it's important to me, Eddie,” you said with a frown, offended that he dared to think otherwise “Everything you do is important to me. And I feel very proud of you, do you understand?

“Don't say that,” he murmured, pursing his lips. Did you say something wrong? But your fear dissipated when he spoke again "My uncle told me that and I started to cry" after that you smiled tenderly and forced him to look at you holding his chin.

“We are both proud of you, Eddie” you affirmed, while he looked at you with those doe eyes “And I am not only for this but for everything. For how you saved us in the Upside down, for being so amazing, for not being afraid to show who you are. There are many things about you that make me feel proud to have a boyfriend like you”

"Y/N, shut up already," he ordered gently, holding back tears. Lately he was very sentimental, but it didn't bother you at all, and in a certain way you understood him, so you raised your head a little to reach his lips and give him a kiss to reassure him, one softer and less passionate than the previous ones.

“I love you so much. You better never forget”

"The whole town knows how much you love me" he laughed, referring to the small number that was in the event.

"I had to fix that future memory somehow" you joked, but there was something bothering him and you could see it in his eyes.

“People will always see me as a monster and I hate having to implicate you in that. I don't want people to bother you because of me”

“I don't give a fuck what people in this town think. You and I know the truth and whoever dares to question it, I'm going to put a bullet in their butt so they can call us murderers with a valid motive”

“Since when did you become so bloodthirsty?” he laughed, looking at you with feigned fear. He loved that you were so willing to take care of him and defend him.

“Since we had to face that cheap and tacky copy of Freddy Krueger” you answered, wrinkling your nose at the memory “But seriously, don't worry about me and I don't want to hear you say that people are bothering me because of you. People annoy us because they are idiots with nothing to do” you snorted with a firm tone. Eddie nodded at that, feeling a little calmer. You went back to lean on his chest and then you were silent for a while, until a smile formed on your face "In other news, your uncle told me something very interesting"

"What?"

"He said we two should get married"

"What?!" he yelled. Honestly you had taken him by surprise and his reaction made you laugh “Why? You are pregnant?"

"Jeez, no!" you answered, while he felt his soul returning to his body “Well, he didn't say that exactly, but he said that he would like to see his nephew marry a girl like me. Only if we wanted, of course."

"And you want?" he asked. He didn't sound scared, angry, or anything. Just curious.

You looked up again and stared at him for a while, pretending to think about your answer, but obviously with butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the very thought. You and Eddie could maybe end up being just young love, but something in you told you that it wouldn't be like that; that you really had a future with that boy.

"Could be" you ended up replying, showing him a mischievous smile "I need to think about it because you snore a lot"

"You talk when you're asleep and I'm not complaining!" he defended himself “You say weird and crazy things, you scare me. You once said you were going to cut my throat."

"Who said I was asleep?" you asked raising an eyebrow and he widened his eyes as he tried to get away from you. But you didn't let him, because you kissed him again in the middle of a smile "You probably made me angry that day and you deserved it"

“You have a mind as twisted as your face is beautiful, you know that?” he answered and you knew he had you on the hook. You took the opportunity to look surreptitiously at your watch and noticed that an hour had already passed, just the time that Mr. Munson had asked you for the preparations.

“All these jokes aside, what do you say we go to your house? I'm a little hungry” you complained, pouting which Eddie then kissed.

“Only if we order pizza,” he said and you resisted the urge to laugh. His uncle knew him so well and you already wanted to see his face when he realized what he had planned.

“Deal” you replied. He carefully helped you back into the passenger seat and you buckled yourself in, his watchful gaze on you at all times. "What's up?" you asked, seeing that he didn't start and just kept his eyes on you. You liked the way he saw you, so sweet and loving. He couldn't fake that, even if he wanted to.

"I just realized that I love you more than I thought" he expressed, taking you by surprise and painting a blush on your cheeks. Eddie had this habit, saying the cheesiest things to you without warning "Because you just confessed that you have plans to kill me and I still find the idea of ​​marrying you attractive"

"You're a fool" you laughed, slapping him without any force. Eddie barked out a laugh and started the van, ready to drive off into what he thought would just be another afternoon of laziness and junk food, but the thought of you being his partner for life never left his mind.

As you’d expect, Eddie put on the happiest face when you got into the trailer, even if your friends had been clumsy enough to be fighting each other over where to hide to surprise him.

There were boxes of pizza, also a cake, as well as beers (soda for the kids, clearly), and a big sign that said 'Congrats Eddie!' You didn't think so many people could fit in the place and yet there they were.

During the afternoon you spent listening to music, eating, drinking, and chatting with each other, causing the biggest ruckus the Munson trailer had ever witnessed.

"Let's see who drinks the beer the fastest!" you heard one of the kids say at some point and when you came back to the living room you found Steve and Eddie quickly drinking the contents of the can. They were idiots who in a few hours were going to fall drunk, but you were going to let it go just because they were both happy.

Even the shyest people in the group had decided to play or chat or whatever was going on at the moment and that was a good sign. You promised Jonathan to pay him a good amount for the film and for his work when you asked him to capture the best moments in the meeting so you could put them in an album later.

Somehow you even settled in front of the TV and managed to watch a VHS of a horror movie that Robin and Steve had accidentally brought home from work.

When the sun began to hide some of the people were leaving the place and by night only Eddie, his uncle, and you were left.

"You two plotted against me," Eddie accused, pointing at you two from the couch. He was tipsy, which made him more dramatic than usual.

"What do you mean?"

"You distracted me so they could prepare the party, now I understand" he exclaimed. Apparently, the alcohol made his neurons connect and that was the funniest thing for you. You just hoped he didn't mention anything about you two having sex in the car.

"And did you at least have fun?" you laughed, while you collected the garbage in a big black bag. Wayne was grabbing his keys and jacket to go to work.

"Very much!" he hiccupped from his place "That dance the school organizes is pure shit, even if we had gone, I wouldn't have had such a good time"

"I have to go, Eddie" interrupted his uncle, who wasn't paying attention to the boy's words because he was minding his own business "Please don't drink anymore, do you understand?" 

"Can Y/N stay?" he asked, like a kid asking permission to have a sleepover with his kindergarten friends. Wayne saw you waiting for some signal and you nodded with a smile, since you planned to stay to take care of the boy anyway.

"She can, but go to bed early and lock the door," he stated and Eddie nodded with a smile. The man walked over to give her a quick hug before leaving.

"I love you, Uncle Wayne," Eddie slurred. His uncle smiled at him.

“Me too, Ed” he replied with a smile as he ruffled his nephew's hair. He turned to you to exchange a few words, as well as to ask you to make sure Eddie didn't overdo it, and after you nodded to all the care, he calmly left for work.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes?"

"You give me a kiss?" he exclaimed. When Eddie was drunk, all he wanted was for you to kiss him. And when he was high too. And well, even sober that was his only thought. 

You laughed and after leaving the garbage bag on the floor you sat on his lap to give him what he wanted, feeling how he sighed under you. You weren't a fan of beer, but you liked the way it tasted on Eddie's lips.

"Let me finish packing things up and I'm all yours, okay?"

"No" he complained wrapping his arm more firmly around your waist "We can do that tomorrow… stay here with me"

“It will only be a second”

"Please," he insisted, with those puppy dog ​​eyes under his pretty long lashes. You gave up without much thought and let him catch your lips again. The kiss was gentle, with no apparent intention of getting to something else.

You continued kissing for a couple of minutes; sweet and loving caresses. Eddie liked being with you like this because it made him feel like he had some security in his life. If he had a bad day, you were there, but also if his day had been great you ended up making it perfect.

"You are sleepy, my love?" you asked, noticing his kisses getting lazier. He nodded against your lips, refusing to part even slightly. "Let's go to bed, okay?" you suggested, while you got up from your place and took his hand to guide him. Once in the room he took off his clothes and left them lying on the floor, leaving only his boxer shorts. You chose a shirt from his closet and put it on as pajamas, knowing that it was common for it to be cold at night.

“Y/N”

"Mhm?"

"Is it really that annoying when I snore?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. It was obvious that such concern could only be the fault of alcohol.

“It's not, love. I was only fooling"

"Oh... good," he replied, looking satisfied enough. You moved closer to hug him and he buried his face in your chest, smelling his own cologne on the shirt you were wearing, while one hand planted itself firmly on your thigh.

He didn't take more than a couple of minutes to fall asleep and you joined him shortly after leaving a sweet kiss on his forehead that even in his dreams Eddie could feel.

TAG LIST: @sweetdayme4427 @smol-book-nerd

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

[umnitsa]

It's all very confusing - with David Harbour Jr. Already in progress!

Summary: An actor must prepare before the stage. And there is only one correct way to prepare!

A/N: Hear me out: Yes, this is Frankenstein's Monster's Monster, Frankenstein fanfic (and I couldn't even type the name of the show by myself, I had to Ctrl-C Ctrl-V it from Wikipedia). But yes. It is. Also, yes, it is supposed to be a little funny. I can't help myself, so there will probably be more. I'm laughing way too much to stop right now. Once more, thank you, @kittyshead for reminding me of the comedy special and for the encouragement. Now I have more plot bunnies than I can possibly care for. <3

Pairing: David Harbour Jr. x Reader

CW: He's a horrible horrible man. I guess that's the first thing I gotta warn you, really. Ah! Also, face fucking.

You didn’t really understand how exactly you got into that situation; it wasn’t the first time. You knew that trying to understand what happened would distract you from the job at the mouth. So you sucked as the head rubbed gently against your tongue; the vocal warm-up exercise above you became a moan, and big fingers combed through your hair gently.

The big hand moved ever so slowly, cradling, holding the back of your head, and with a swift moment, he thrust forward, making you gag. Your eyes watering, you looked up at the face of the man who put you in that particular predicament.

David Harbour Jr.

He released your head, allowing you to pull back and breathe. You briefly wondered if you were making too much noise and if his vocal warm-ups were enough to cover your moans; you were so close to the stage, so precariously hidden by the curtains. One tiny mistake, you lose your balance, and you will be in the middle of the stage, under the eyes of the audience, come all over your face.

At least this time, he didn’t have you topless because he wanted to fondle your breasts. It wouldn’t be the worst scenario if you fell from grace today.

“Come on, darling.” His voice was low in tone and volume, each syllable perfectly enunciated, leaving his lips, rumbling into your ears, and heading straight to your pussy. “Encore. And now with more tongue, please.”

He cupped your cheek, almost tenderly, then pulled you back to his cock. With a pleased sigh, you returned to work, earning a deep moan from him.

“Now focus on the matter at hand! We have five minutes, and an actor must prepare!” He said, almost absent-mindedly, tugging on your hair, increasing the speed of his thrusts. You could feel saliva pooling on the corners of your mouth.

You doubled your efforts grabbing the hips of the giant man before you. He looked down into your face, watching his cock disappear into your mouth with laser-focused attention. You looked back, your eyes watering. His hands were gentle, but the pace was brutal as he fucked your face.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hair, signaling his orgasm. He came down your throat silently, proudly watching his work.

”That’s actually how you get into Julliard, kid. Keep up the excellent work.” He chuckles, tucking himself in and closing his pants with a sharp movement. “Be in my dressing room after the show.”

#I am really afraid to tag this and have people find it #and yet here i am #david harbour jr. #david harbour #frankenstein's monster's monster frankenstein #david harbour jr. x reader #its so weird writing some of these tags for the first time #i love using the tags to write weird jokes #its like a running commentary on my delightful madness

[allamericansbitch]

the gaylor thing is so harmful because it shouldn’t even fucking matter, but it turned into this giant discourse that’s directly affecting so many different people in so many different ways… taylor herself, the men she’s seen with, the girls she’s seen with, young queers who might have felt safe in that particular community and are now feeling marginalised and attacked (my coming to terms with myself experience had a lot of “oh if they’re so aggressive about XX being gay, they’ll be just as aggressive with me” - like these are teenagers we’re talking about, literal children that may’ve found comfort in that part of the community, that felt validated and seen) ((i’m obviously excluding grown ass adults that keep pushing the gaylor agenda from this particular example)), just anyone who got/gets caught up in this fucked up narrative - it’s a mess

but the main thing for me is like who the fuck cares who taylor swift is fucking/has fucked!? that’s a weird thing to speculate on, it’s such an invasion of privacy, it’s literally no one’s business

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i’m gay so every other song i listen to is gay (to me) sometimes.

like avril lavigne’s girlfriend… wow gayest song ever… TO ME!! when i’m singing it in the car with my friends having a laugh about my life and reminiscing about this girl i had a crush on in sixth form “hey hey you you i don’t like your girlfriend // hey hey you you i want to be your girlfriend”

in that moment, for me, it’s a song about three girls, about my situation and only that — which is completely okay and not at all harmful!!

it’s the same as when i’m jamming to ed sheeran’s “i don’t wanna know about your new man ‘cause if it was meant to be, you wouldn’t be calling me up trying to, cause i’m positive that he don’t wanna know about me” thinking about this bi girl who left me for a guy - ed obviously didn’t write this song to portray that story

like please, if i sing “i knew you dancing in your levi’s” about my masc ex gf or if my cousin sings it about a fuckboy from her uni, what’s the difference?? that’s what art’s all about..

for example, rwylm is my favourite song because it encapsulates perfectly how i feel about my depression: help! i’m stuck!! everybody has moved on and continues to do so but i have this giant weight holding me back!! in my head i’m still the same as i was at 23!! my friends and family have accomplished things, the world has moved on and i can’t figure out how to!! i’m right where happiness left me!!

i don’t interpret it as a relationship/breakup song at all, which was pretty blatantly written as.

my interpretation doesn’t harm anyone bc i don’t shove this perspective down anyone’s throat, nor do i state it to be the ultimate truth. i just use the song for catharsis and comfort.

taylor’s songwriting is very nuanced and that’s good art!! it’s good to have a broad audience that can relate to all these core feelings you’re emoting, each in their own way, but it’s just creepy to speculate about someone’s (a stranger’s!!!) sex life, queer or straight alike.

taylor’s songs can be gay… or they cannot. not because they were written that way, not because she is or isn’t queer, but because of the way everyone personally experiences it.

i wish this was the common ground in the fandom bc i’d love to publicly joke on my blog that “hits different is sooo having your first girlfriend after only dating boys” without people interpreting it as me claiming that taylor is a wlw and coming at me with death threats and (more often than not) homophobic narratives. it would literally just be a silly text post that some people might relate to, or find funny, simple as. it wouldn’t be me pushing someone’s sexuality, bc (1). i wouldn’t; (2). it’s not that deep (as seen by the many examples i shared)

personally i’d just love to listen to my gay little music (that’s not necessarily factually gay) and ramble about it with on my silly little blog to my little internet friends without it being a whole thing (tm) which gaylors have made

idk this is just a rant bc it makes me sad… everyone should be free to enjoy music as they wish and most importantly everyone should learn to not gamble/theorise on people’s sexuality - it’s frankly very unsettling

so!! many!!! good!! points!!! yes yes yes!!!

it's sooo weird to care about who taylor is with. it literally does not matter and it does have negative affects, she's said so herself.

i've only seen a few discussions about the negative affects this whole gaylor thing has had on people who are queer and obviously i cant speak to it, but i didnt even realize it could totally affect y'all negatively due to it's intensity, that makes total sense and could be really intimidating.

and what you said about those songs and your examples is so!! true!!! thats your interpretation and thats beautiful! it's yours and thats what makes the songs, or any art in general, come alive. you're making it your own and giving it meaning and depth with your own layered experience. that's unique and your painting it with your own colors! no one else has those exact colors! it's yours! and thats amazing!

a great example of how individual, personal experiences can make interpreting a song so much deeper and more meaningful, you saying you view rwylm about your personal experience with depression... i view it through my relationship with my anxiety and the trauma it's caused me! and that's so cool how 1 song can mean so many things like a relationship to a person, depression and anxiety? thats so magical and much more meaningful than just simply speculating about which of her exes its about...

#answered #anonymous

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

We're coming up to the two-year anniversary of American comedian Trevor Moore's death, which is about a week before the two-year anniversary of Sean Lock's death. The latter of which made me more sad than any celebrity death ever has, because 1) look, I know we're not supposed to be all parasocial or whatever and those people on TV are not our friends, but I had relatively recently finished every episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats and Catsdown, which I think is over 400 in total, and you can't do that without feeling like you know those people a bit, also I watched his stand-up and Fifteen Stories High, so I could better enjoy the silly panel show stuff while knowing he was better than that, just like I knew Jon Richardson was better than that, and just like I knew Jimmy Carr wasn't, and 2) a friend of mine had died not all that long before then, I was still grieving for him and some of the sadness about Sean Lock's death may have gotten mixed in with grief for someone I did actually know.

Anyway. Thinking about that tonight. Trevor Moore's death didn't me quite as hard as Sean Lock's, but it was still fucking tragic, way too young. And he was very good. My brother first introduced me to Whitest Kids U'Know (Trevor Moore's sketch group) quite a few years ago, and it's one of the few things he and I agreed upon. My brother and I have very different taste in comedy, so I didn't expect to love this thing that he described as pretty much his favourite comedy at the time, but he was right. It was so funny that I watched every episode of the Whitest Kids U'Know TV show, and got Trevor Moore's High in Church album. I still have Whitest Kids U'Know sketches on my list of things I occasionally spend an afternoon re-watching (along with SMBC sketches, Chris Flemming videos, Tim Minchin songs, used to have Mitchell and Webb sketches on there but that's tougher with Robert Webb being a dick).

Sean Lock isn't quite as easy to clip as Trevor Moore (not without going through all the clickbait compilations on Channel 4's YouTube account), but there's always:

Surrealism on the letters and numbers show:

This one made me laugh far harder than it should have, really:

And I really like this Stewart Lee story about him:

In about 2005 I was trying to escape Avalon management, a solid career move of which S Lock was an early pioneer ("You're breaking these kids' hearts", I remember him saying to the company's promoters in Edinburgh in '95 or so as they ran another hapless 20-something hopeful into insurmountable debt). I was in an Indian restaurant in Nottingham with S Lock and D Kitson and I was trying to persuade D Kitson to manage me as his 'client', as I wanted to be able to reach the small but discerning audiences he did, and without doing any television or publicity. S Lock said we were a pair of fucking idiots. I don't know why he was so annoyed, but wonder if he took my attempt to eschew popular mechanisms as a personal criticism.

I feel like it sums everyone in that story up perfectly. Right alongside the Russell Howard story from Edinburgh 2004-ish, when he asked Sean Lock why he wasn't doing a long run there with his stand-up show, and Sean replied that he doesn't really like his job that much, he's just trying to get through it (that story came from the 2008 radio episode where they got on the subject by discussing who they'd most like to get to take to work with them, and Jon Richardson said he'd love to take the comedian Sean Lock... both heartwarming and heartbreaking when you think that he did, in fact, get to take Sean Lock to work with him him many times before he died, and contrary to what he told Russell in 2004 once, Sean probably enjoyed up to seven minutes of it). And the Lee Mack story about how he initially bonded with Sean Lock due to a shared distrust of the comedy industry and everyone in it.

There was always this sense that the cynicism in Sean Lock's act was real, and that's why he spent so much of his career on fluff like panel shows instead of the deeper cynical stuff like 15 Storeys High, he knew everything was bullshit so he was just trying to make enough so he didn't have to do more bullshit than necessary. All of Stewart Lee's cynicism but none of his pretension. 8 Out of 10 Cats (the non-Countdown version) has to be worst show that I've ever spent more than 100 hours watching, but it did make me get attached to the regulars who overcame the weakness of the format, and frequently of the other guests, and made it better than that. The Sean Lock/Jon Richardson dynamic is some of the best chemistry I've ever seen on TV. You'd think it wouldn't work - you'd think it wouldn't be as good as the Richardson/Howard thing of someone made of sunshine to balance out the pessimistic one. But nope, turns out two grumpy people go great together if they're Sean and Jon. Channel 4 struck gold with that.

#Youtube

[paeonie-s]

 csm first half op + eds ranking hehe

op 1: KICK BACK tbh wasnt a massive fan of the song when i came out but its grown on me w the full context & lyrics it slayed idc NOW THE VISUALS ... filled me w euphoria when i first saw it have (re)watched half the fucking movies referenced ONLY BC MIDTERMS WAS BEATING MY ASS .. so creative and fun and dynamic and hectic as fuck the timing and directing on this is like incomprehensibly good. its funny asf and has such beautiful lively enviornments and lighting and such a cohesive feel despite how batshit everything is NO ONE HAS TALKED ABT THE SHOT W THE MOUNTAINS AND SKY AND THE BULLETS. AM I THE ONLY OEN WHOSE INSANE ABT THAT ONE. so so beautiful literally a look into the minds of fujimoto and the ani staff and a gift upon this earth. 10/10

ed 1: SUCH A GOOD SONG !!!!!!! fit super well w the end of the first ep & is just genuinely such a banger. credits roll was smart for the airing of the actual ep, helped me take in the whole ep and appreciate the best parts of it. the mv released on mappas channel is rly solid considering it just recycled scenes from the actual ep !! love first half of the vid + the zoom in on pochitas tail the most ofc !! 6/10 bc the song is a banger but its just no as obsessable bc of the lack of og visuals :(

ed 2: GORGEOUSSS VISUALS tho it doesn’t feel v well aligned w the tone of csm BUT STILL !!!! song aligns super well w the visuals atleast & i love love the look of the animation, the environments especially are so beautiful 😭 i think the denji falling into the sky scene were especially well timed w the music and made me v emo about his character. esp love the hayakawa fam focus and how power is literally the one who PULLS HIM BACK DOWN .. beloveds 7.5/10 ok i like it picasso

ed 3: FAVE SONG its so good. so much to say abt this one rapid change of scene linework shading color sfx is fucking insane each unique aes makes me physically ill its so good. so gripping the TRANSITION from makima goddess to hayakawa fam W THE DOOR. AND THE TRAUMA. fave part is the hayakawa family shots towards the end that combined w the lyrics perfectly encapsulates what csm is thematically to me. goretastic insanity used as a means of making the intensely human obviously doomed connections at the heart of the story that much more impactful. fully embraces the best parts of csm and rips my heart out all in the course of 90 seconds 10/10 idc idc

ed 4: POWAAA !!!! song is such a fucking banger i mean it this shit has had me dancing for weeks BUT THE VISUALS .... so dynamic and insane love how they played dress up w her and also made sure the audience knew she was a lil freak. theres so much to love and appreciate about the visuals and how fucking sick the movements are and the colors but truly this ones just vibes. 9/10

ed 5: fs my FAVE of all the ones currently out (i think this is the most popular opinion lmao) but the combination of the frantic, very dense visuals and a rly cool fast paced song scratched smth in my brain. so much inspiration to dig through and BEAUTIFUL use of colors, lighting, and effects animation omg. Those shots of himeno are stapled on the inside of my eyelids i love them. so many art references w/ a great selection to specifically represent the chaos of the eternity devil love the use of optical illusions (ONCE AGAIN W THE LIGHTING !!!) and use of timing to create a jarring effect (horses running in slo mo (same w some shots of the chs) immediately being contrasted w rapid movement/blinking of eyes, fireworks, shots of the sky w the clouds racing across) as well as the rapid changing of one shot to another is so insane. another detail i love is that it has a almost collage like look bc each background/piece of ch or effects animation has dif linework, uses dif brushes, as well very unique lighting and shading. also so so much to dissect w how it foreshadows later events (if u start looking there are like. 4 dif instances of guns in this bitch holy fuck) and the themes of the work as a whole but i have classes a life etc that will have to wait til winter break. so genuinely obsessed w this one it was literally the one that convinced me (most obnoxious csm fan) that mappa knows exactly what theyre doing and are likely making the actual anime the way they are as a deliberate commitment to make it even more insane later down the line. i am a drastic rapid tonal shifts enjoyer i love this ed 10/10 its my gf

ed 6: not a massive fan of the visuals or the song for this one :( the instrumental of the song felt kinda jarring after the sequence of denji jumping into the eternity devils mouth, i was def expecting a dif kind of vibe. the visuals were cool, but i don't feel like the static characters were used particularly well. some of the transitions and “camera” movements also rly didn't feel very well suited to the cuts they were in. my fave part was the settings and backgrounds, especially the textures and the way the movement “through” the bgs were done, tho the 5th ed had a very similar concept and i think executed it better. kind of disappointing with how much i enjoyed the prev eds, but it was still enjoyable to watch and analyze how they constructed the visuals. 4/10 bc i respect what they were trying to do i just dont think they had the time to develop a unique vision

#chainsaw man #csm #🌸.txt #u might be thing 'mel. are u insane?' yes now listen to my thoughts boy #love kick back 200 mil centimeter long blades and in the back room w my whole heart. i do not take criticism

[rocksrntpeople]

Rewatching Iron Man

I hadn’t read or seen much comic book stuff when I was invited to watch Iron Man with my friends at the movie theater back in 2008. I’d seen and enjoyed the DC cartoons as a kid and of course I knew of Iron Man, but I didn’t know anything about him except that he looked like a rubber chicken version of Dr. Doom.

All this to say, Iron Man launched me into the world of comic books and superheroes. I was hooked from then on and I still love comics today. This movie quite literally changed my life, even if the change wasn’t as profound as most life changes.

Obviously, I’m biased.

But then something genuinely surprising happened.

Somewhere along the line I’ve forgotten how to put down my critical analysis of media and not only was I pleasantly surprised at the great writing still hitting the mark, but I was able to notice the superb cinematography, something I’d missed through no less than 3 rewatches. I mean, of course there’s the surface-level awesomeness like the entire opening sequence with its fluid transitions or the perfectly tense scene where Pepper is collecting data from Obadiah’s files, but even beyond this facade lies near perfection.

That moment when the missile lands next to Tony in the desert, the camera does a short, quick zoom with a zshooom sound and it’s just so reminiscent of comics and the idea of being hyper-aware in a high-stress moment.

When Obadiah has Tony paralyzed and is giving his evil monologue, everything is perfect. The angled shot, the lighting, RDJ’s violet veins, Bridge’s cartoon-villain dress and demeanor. It all comes together in this scene and despite the minimal camera work, the room seems to be spinning as the monologue goes on.

These are still pretty surface level things, but throughout the film there’s just a masterful execution of every element — lighting, costume & makeup, camera angles — just everything is absolutely seamless for 99% of the movie. It’s kind of insane to think about a blockbuster superhero movie being so technically well-executed!

One thing in particular that caught my attention and stayed pretty true throughout the movie is the fact that this movie doesn’t follow Tony Stark. In almost every scene with Tony, the camera is following another character. This does two things: it lets the audience know things that Tony doesn’t, which helps build tension, yadda, yadda; and it makes a distinction between Tony Stark and Iron Man. Because when Tony Stark is in his suit, then the camera begins to follow him. Even the final shot of the movie plays to this, finally — finally — focusing on Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone, as he declares he is Iron Man.

Fucking chef’s kiss. Are you kidding me?! This movie was so fucking good; that’s why it’s one of my favorite MCU movies of all time, despite being the first. (We don’t talk about Hulk in this household.)

Robert Downey Jr. is the perfect Tony Stark. I found it a bit funny that at times the makeup crew tries to harken Downey back to his teen acting days with the extremely glossy eyelashes, but other than that it holds up overall and I would even go as far as to say that we probably haven’t had a stand alone superhero movie that was as good as Iron Man since Iron Man. 

It’s just so damn unique; I can see exactly how it gripped the world with its melding of humor and action and reality and just everything we were all feeling at that moment, without shoving it down our throats that this is what we needed. Like, god, can’t one of these rich guys turn good instead of evil for once? Can’t someone get fed up and save us already? Are we finally getting a superhero movie as good as what’s on WB Kids??

And then Iron Man swoops in, dripping in sarcasm and long-lost teen lust, acting as though it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be a rich guy in a mech suit, and ultimately delivering us unto a new age of entertainment.

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The elephant in the room

Okay, yes, let’s talk about Rhodey. I remember when he was replaced; I was so upset. I felt that Terrence Howard was the absolute best choice for Rhodey and that he did an impeccable job opposite RDJ. Rewatching the film…god damn it, it’s still very true! Why’d you have to do it, Terrence? Why?! You were beautiful as you soared so high…

Listen, I like Don Cheadle as much as the next person, and did back in 2009 too. But he is not a good Rhodey. I feel like there are many other black actors who would have done the role better and I half-remember people throwing around Denzel Washington’s name as a “better” suggestion. Personally, I’d have gone with someone closer to Howard’s look, like maybe Jamie Foxx or someone.

The fact of the matter is that while the character is a military guy, one of the main reasons he’s friends with Stark is because he’s a progressive, more laid-back and approachable kind of military guy; he’d almost have to be for his work as a liaison with civilian organizations. Both Cheadle and Washington have such stern looks…it just doesn’t fit. (To be clear, I think Cheadle has done a good job with the role; I just think Howard would’ve done it perfectly. God it hurt to hear him say, “Next time, baby.”)

I mean, this is just my opinion and I know that Cheadle has millions of fans for his role, but I just don’t see it and never have. Terrence Howard is part of what makes the first Iron Man so great. But, c’est la vie.

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So, Iron Man — Great Success! 

I guess I should rate these but I’m afraid there’s going to be a trend…

10/10 for Iron Man!!!

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Next week, I’ll see The Incredible Hulk, which I am only watching out of respect for the timeline.

But actually, I liked this movie well enough and thought Edward Norton was a great casting choice. We’ll see if it holds up because it’s been probably a decade since I last saw it.

#iron man 1 #Iron Man #marvel rewatch #mcu #marvel #terrence howard #rhodey #pepper potts #obadiah stane #robert downey jr #rdj #superheroes #movies

[onewomancitadel]

I'm sorry I made the mean posts about Weiss when I had a migraine coming on. But as a wise Tumblr sage once said, a character being annoying is worse than being evil.

If they knew what they were doing, Weiss' behaviour would be emphasising Ruby's loneliness (that's how I hope to interpret it) - the same as Blake and Yang off in their own world, literally - and not in a character-blamey sort of way that people want to lean into but just in the way that being alive is hard and not everyone is perfectly attuned to one another and also Ruby can't talk about her feelings.

I really could've done without the same fucking speech from Weiss again about Scheeness. It was really funny going from that to Ruby curled up on the floor basically melting down though. It worked as contrast, at least.

So I think Weiss this volume is suffering from a case of the narrative cynicisms and has been given the job of lampshading (delightful) and then they gave her some of the anime hijinks tropes/audience insert commentary which, hm, don't work for me at all, and then there's the element where with her I always mourn the loss of the opportunity for a Paris (of Gilmore Girls) or Regina George-type best friend, who is not necessarily an absolutely good person but usually does good things for near enough the right reasons (and is very haughty about it), and completely owns her attitude. It's annoying because it's one of my favourite less common dynamics.

I guess in that sense Weiss has the problem in that no one is playing off of her - and that could've actually ameliorated her characterisation somewhat, but then you wouldn't get the same effect of her behaviour against Ruby's.

They might be able to turn it around, but I think they've struggled writing Weiss as someone in a position of mixed privilege and suffering which has been up and down for me. It's very much a fine line to balance without coming off as tone-deaf particularly contrasted to much more interesting psychological struggles in the story (even compared to her sister).

#seraphina ruminates over V9 #rwby9 #I mean I feel bad for Weiss fans because I used to like Weiss and liked the possibility of her archetype

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I just saw Everything Everywhere All At Once

This is one of the best films I have ever seen.

I will not spoil anything about the plot or content because everyone deserves to see it as unspoiled as I did, but I will vaguely gesture at themes and premise to try to briefly say what's so great about this film. My brain is buzzing with what I just watched and I have to get something down.

I've never seen a film switch genres this well and this frequently. It's an action movie with expertly inventive martial arts sequences. It's a compelling sci-fi story and family drama. It's briefly an effective horror movie. It's perhaps most frequently a comedy, partly because the core message is about dealing with an existential absurdity, and so a lot of what's on screen is deliberately absurd, but I lost track of the amount of times my screen audience was lost in full-throated laughter. And not the laughter of "witty banter" or "occasional punchlines" or even "tension relief". The uncontrolled and unrestrained laughter of a crowd completely lost in how funny what they're watching is. And yet that same crowd, after spending what feels like half the movie laughing their head off, was in tears for much of the final act. The emotion, the beauty, the sadness and empathy of the overall message and the resolution... I can't remember the last time a movie made me feel like that.

It's so well put together. I never truly felt that I knew where the movie was going to go next (even though, in at least one vague way, the movie tells you the journey it's going to take you on right from the end of the prologue) and yet I got to the final credits with the full sense of a satisfactory and perfectly crafted story. It uses the full spectrum of filmic language to convey meaning and theme: there are visual tricks that could have come straight out of an Edgar Wright movie; there are tricks with framerate and aspect ratio that a small part of my brain consciously noticed while the rest of my filmwatching brain drank it all in; there's several sequences which actually justify and do something original with the 'series of extremely quick cuts' style of filming that permeates action scenes; there's one perfectly timed pan with a line of dialogue that had me (and others) screaming with laughter. In an early scene there is a mirror shot which is technically 'wrong' and which mirrors the other side of Michelle Yeoh's face and which I know will get a fucking Cinema Sins *ding* and yet anyone who is actually watching the movie will immediately get what the scene is telling them and it's brilliant.

Every performance in this is incredible: this movie feels like an actor's dream in which almost every actor gets to show off their range and play at least two different characters, sometimes with a costume change, sometimes with nothing more than a look. If the world was just and Ke Huy Quan got the opportunity to play Superman, it would immediately put an end to 90% of complaints about Clark Kent's disguise being unconvincing. Michelle Yeoh tears up in a GQ interview talking about reading the script and understanding what this film would allow her to do, and you can see why when you watch the movie and she knocks it out of the park with every line and every scene. Stephanie Hsu deserves to become a god damn superstar, the gulf between the roles she has to perform in this film is perhaps the greatest and yet she pulls it off while still making it clear in both performances that she is playing the same person, which is absolutely critical to the point of the movie. And the supporting cast - especially Jamie Lee Curtis and James Hong - absolutely shine as well.

This movie should destroy the bullshit suggestion that we cannot appreciate the stories of different people in cinema. The central setup of this movie is the life experiences and relationships of a middle-aged Chinese-American woman and it made a white millennial British man tear up for a good thirty minutes.

This movie manages to be entirely original in a cinema landscape defined by adaptations and remakes, but also uses the multiverse concept to weave in both subtle and blatant references to other movies, both for comedy and to point to the theme.

This movie's budget was an eighth of the budget for the other multiverse superhero movie in cinemas at the moment, and it deserves to make eight time as much money and win all the awards.

This movie is something I will be thinking about for a very long time and everyone should see it.

#everything everywhere all at once

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Just finished reading Valley of The Dolls and like What. The. Fuck.

Okay. Emotional roller coaster the entire way through— I was not expecting it to be such a heavy read? Okay, it was funny at some parts; but most of the time when conflict arose, I felt so frustrated and sad, especially during Anne and Jennifer's parts.

SPOILERS:

content warning for suicide and pills

Lyon Burke:

When Lyon Burke was first introduced, I knew he was going to be the Main love interest for Anne. There's just that level of detail given to his introduction, and Anne's view of him that really stood out to me, so I knew he was going to be a major character in her life. Anne is so head-over-heels in love with this man— and damn! The way she described him in the beginning, I would be too!

That aside, there waa always the little red flags that stood out to me that indicated Lyon Burke was more of a 'free-bird' kinda guy. I don't believe he truly wanted to settle down with Anne. He loved her, but like her— his own freedom and self-discovery was more important. Moments like:

“I mean working for Henry. Living in New York. But what do you want to do, Lyon?”

He stretched his long legs under the table. “Be dreadfully rich, for one thing. Sit in some lovely spot in Jamaica, have several beautiful girls who look exactly like you to look after me and knock out a best-selling novel about the war.”

And

“Hello . . . is someone on?” Lyon’s voice clipped through the wires.

She was frightened. He sounded angry.

“Is it Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth! She stared into the phone stupidly.

“Come now, this is a juvenile thing to do,” Lyon said coldly. “Elizabeth, if you want to talk, say something or I’ll hang up.”

Really were foreshadowing of the fact that he would never truly stay loyal to her in the first place— he would love her, yes, in a twisted, strange sort of love, but never truly stay faithful to her in the way Anne always wanted.

I think I'm just irked by the fact he cheated on her twice in the last fifty pages of the book— right after they got married and had their baby girl. At least he is a decent father, although barely. He knows Anne will never leave him, because she loves him/loved him too much, and it would be a great burden to their daughter. So Anne just stays the loyal wife he can return to when he's had his fun toying around with other women.

Boo! He's a well-written character, but I still hate him!

Neely O'Hara:

Oh, Neely O'Hara. Where to begin with you?

At the beginning I quite liked her. She was spunky, enthusiastic and quite pitiable! She was seventeen just trying to make a name for herself and find love on the way. Well, she got it fairly early in the book— and then she became greedy. Far too greedy, and we see her become just like Helen Lawson, angry, demanding, big. Perhaps even worse!

Neely O'Hara is nothing but a hypocrite in the end.

"...Why, if I was ever a star, I’d be so darned grateful that an audience loved me..."

And yet, when she became the star she dreamed about, she seemingly forgot all of Anne's contributions towards her fame. Anne was the one who introduced Neely to Helen Lawson— and that got her a big break into the scene. Anne gave her advice, support, and was repaid back by Neely sleeping with her husband by the end of the book.

I absolutely despise Neely's character, but I adore her from a writer's standpoint. She perfectly mirrors Helen Lawson, except Helen was maybe more respectable than Neely was.

I also find it so difficult to wrap my head around the fact she cheated on Mel, and was almost like an absentee mother to her twins.

I think we first see the beginnings of her self-destruction when she moved to California with Mel— where we see her beginning to take the pills/dolls and cut off fattening foods to help her lose weight. From the way it was written, Mel is worried for his wife's health, and I think is very (understandably) upset at her change in attitude after she finally 'made it big'.

He tells her she shouldn't lose weight and that she's fine as she is, but this action is scolded by Neely. She considers him a drag, and then reveals she's been cheating on him with Ted. This was such a shocker to me, because I really (foolishly) thought Neely was serious about finding love.

Neely is selfish, because she constantly wants 'better' things for herself and doesn't really care about hurting other people. Not Anne, not Mel, only herself. This might be explained by whatever mental illness she has, but honestly! She's excellent at riling people up.

Even during her attempted suicide it seems like it's all for show— she wants herself to have a better funeral than Jennifer's, she's constantly just competing and vying for attention. To make herself look good. She blames God for the hole she's dug herself into and only backs out at the last minute when she realizes she might actually die.

Okay. Let's stop it at that. I really don't like her, but damn— she's so good at making you angry!

Jennifer North:

Oh, my sweet, sweet Jennifer.

Safe to say I loved her story. Jennifer is no saint, but I think she and Anne share some of the same likeness— and I think Jennifer is a character that can be easily sympathised with.

Throughout the story, we can see how her physical appearance, mostly her breasts, are so important to her. We see it in the way she massages them and does exercises every night to keep them perky; the way she uses them as a weapon against Tony Polar to make him give her what she wants; with Senator Winston Adams at the end of her life. Throughout the book, from the beginning where she was introduced, to the end of her life, there was always an emphasis on her breasts— her only real assets, because she had no talent other than looking attractive.

I find her to be a rather pitiable character, because honestly, it feels like she's doing what she does just to keep that level of high-life she's always maintained— relying on men to fund her lifestyle even though it seems she despises it sometimes, because she always knows it's all about her looks.

Towards the end of her life is where things get most interesting. I think Jennifer was truly searching for the same 'true love' that Anne also sought after, and was genuinly happy being with Senator Winston Adams because she felt he loved her for who she was— not because of her body or her pictures/films.

When she gets diagnosed with breast cancer, and needs a mastectomy to remove the malignant tumour in her breast— she is devastated. She fears that Senator Winston Adams will find her repulsive, even if before that he said he only loved her for her mind. This soothes her a bit, but when it's revealed that he didn't actually want babies, and that he was doing it to appease her— that his 'real babies' were her breasts, she was devastated. Devastated because she believed he loved her for more than her looks.

Jennifer's suicide in the end would seem like an attempt to keep the Senator's love; keeping her body free from 'mutilation', eternally perfect in death. In death, she would not age. In death, she stays forever the beauty she was when alive. She is perfect. She is loved. Her body will no longer wither to time.

She commits using pills because it would leave less of a mark on her body.

Side note:

I do believe Jennifer was a bisexual in the story. Her descriptions of sex with Maria (especially during the beginning) was vastly different to the sex she had with the other men in her life. She also mentions that she and Anne would've made a good lesbian couple. Anyways. # Anne x Jennifer ! I find it cute that Anne named her daughter after Jennifer, too. Truly girlfriends in a different, better universe.

“They love my face and body. Not me!” There’s such a difference, Anne.” Then she shrugged. “Maybe I’m just not very lovable.”

“I love you, Jen—really.”

Jennifer smiled. “I know you do. It’s a pity we’re not queer—we’d make a marvelous team.”

Anne laughed. “If we were, maybe it wouldn’t work out this way. As you said, one loves and the other is loved. Or maybe it’s different with Lesbians.”

Jennifer had a far-off look. “No . . . even with queers, one loves and the other is loved.”

#valley of the dolls #books #reading #ramblings #literary analysis #long post #anne x jennifer truther