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haikyu-hoe · 3 years

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Love From Abroad

Tendou Satori x reader

one shot, fluff

this is one of my first times writing, so feedback is appreciated! dm for requests :)

hope you like it!

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You’re an exchange student in Japan and today is your first day at Shiratorizawa Academy. You’re a second year. You’re quite nervous but you’re confident that you’ll make friends.

When you get to class, the teacher asks you to introduce yourself to the class.

“Hi i’m y/k, i’m from [your country] and i’ll be joining for the rest of the year”, you say with a shy wave.

You sit on an empty seat beside a black haired girl with cute chubby cheeks.

“Hi i’m Elen”, she says with a timid smile.

You smile back at her and the lesson begins. This is harder than the classes you had at your previous school but you think you’ll get used to it. After all, you’ve always been pretty smart.

At lunch you sit with Elen and a few of her friends from your class and they’re all super nice to you and even offer to give you a tout after classes end. You of course accept this offer gladly since you kinda got lost this morning...

During the tour, they show you many things.

“Here we have the library, over there is a place where you can study and there’s 3rd years to help you and over here is the sports wing”, explains Lin, one of Elen’s friends, a short girl with brown, wavy hair.

“Thanks for the tour! I really appreciate it”, you thank them with a big smile.

They then leave to walk home but you decide to stick around a bit more. As you wander in the corridors you get to the sports wing Lin talked about. Curious about how big it might be, you walk down the main corridor. You can hear balls thudding and smashing on the walls inside one of the gym. You push the door shyly and go sit on a bench with other spectators.

“Their volleyball team is pretty good... Well i did hear it was what they call a powerhouse school so...”, you think, kinda zoning out.

One of the players, Ushijima, seems to be the star of the team. But he’s not the one you’re looking at. A red haired funky boy caught your eyes. He’s so charismatic and his bandaged fingers just look so hot...

You listen closely and finally catch his name: Tendou Satori.

After practice ends, you get up to leave but someone shouts behind you. You turn around to see a black haired boy with a choppy haircut and... TENDOU?!

“OI!!”, they say enthusiastically.

“h- hi?”, you ask, unsure if they’re really talking to you (even though there’s no one around anymore).

“I’m Goshiki and he’s Tendou”, says the black haired boy. “That over there is Shirabu and that, of course, is Ushijima. Are you new around here? I don’t think we’ve ever seen you around before.”, he says with a bright smile.

“Yeah i’m new I just transferred from [your country]. I’m y/k by the way!”, you reply, holding out your hand.

Goshiki shakes it while Tendou just looks at you with some weird smile that is somehow so attractive?

“Y/k huh... want me to walk you home?”, Tendou says while getting extremely close to you.

“Sureee”, you say. “But aren’t you tired from practice?”

“Don’t worry, it’ll replace my stretching!”, he says happily. He then grabs his bag, puts his arms around your shoulders and guides you to the exit.

“He sure is a people person huh”, you think. You’re kinda lost in your thought but you catch a few things he’s saying. He’s a 3rd year in class 2, and he’s a middle blocker. He then goes on about the other team members and fun facts about the school.

“Soooo tell me about yourself nowwww”, he says with that weird smile again.

You blush a bit and scratch the back of your neck and reply “Well i’m new to everything here, but i made a few friends in my class. I’m in second year, class one. The team was really amazing today by the way”, you try to be nice to him.

His smile widens at those last words and you walk in a comfortable silence back home. You thank him and walk inside.

“fuck...”, you mutter to yourself. It didn’t even take a full day for you to be completely in love with this strange volleyball player.

[time skip]

The next morning, you hurry up to school so you can look at the gyms before going to class. You catch a glimpse of Tendou, but of course he doesn’t see you.

At lunch, you tell Elen and the others all about last night. Lin is especially excited and Akira even lets out a little squeal. They convince you to go to practice again tonight.

When you get to practice, you quietly sits on the spectator’s bench but Tendou still notices you and smirks at you with a slight wink.

Luckily he quickly turns back to the game so he doesn’t see you blushing like a tomato. Watching him is fun but you can’t wait till practice is over and you can talk to him.

At about 5 pm, he finally gets out of the boy’s changing room and walks up to you.

“Heyyyy~ were you waiting for me?”, he says in a teasing tone while raising one eyebrow.

You blush a bit and lightly punch his arm.

“Why would i wait for such an idiot” , you say with a smirk. He pretends that your words are breaking his heart and then laughs. You had heard him laugh before but never that way... it was so carefree, so... adorable...

On the way home, he catches you staring at him, lost in the admiration of his perfect self.

“you ok y/k?”, he asks.

“ye- yeah sorry”, you reply quickly and start looking in front of you.

“soooo are you free tomorrow” he suddenly asks. You most certainly didn’t expect this. Does he mean as a date?? Maybe he juste want to hang out, i mean you barely know each other right?

He looks at you amused by the confused look on your face and his grin gets wider. He lets out a little chuckle before adding “yes, as a date y/k”

You blush heavily. It’s no use trying to hide it, you’re like a volcano about to erupt.

“yes! I mean um of course”, you reply nervously. You scratch the back of your neck, something you do each time you’re nervous.

“Great” he says happily, in a sing-song voice. “I’ll pick you up at 11 alright?” he adds.

You nod your head. God what will you wear?? Will you hold hands? Kiss even? What will you guys even do? All these questions keep you awake that night but you still fall asleep after a while, so happy about that date.

[at 10 the next morning]

You wake up, grab some quick breakfast and jump in the shower. You have to look perfect for this. After carefully planning an outfit and doing your hair and makeup, you hear the doorbell ring. Your heart starts beating faster.

You open the door to see a casually dressed Tendou grinning widly at you. He’s wearing black ripped jeans, adidas shoes and a hoodie that matches his hair colour. It’s so weird seeing him without his school or volleyball uniform.

“hey y/k~ you look...” he looks you up and down while blushing before continuing. “...great. You look great.”

You just blush as he takes your hand and drags you along with him.

“where are we going, Tendou-kun?”, you ask in a shy voice.

As a reply, he simply smiles at you and whispers “you’ll see”.

Impatient to know where you’re going, you try to get him to walk faster. But Tendou is not in a hurry at all, and since he’s stronger than you, you have to follow his pace. No matter how much you whine, insist and plead, the red-haired noodle boy refuses to reveal where you’re going.

After about 20 minutes you get to a 50’s themed restaurant. The inside is amazing with its vintage jukebox, checkered floor, coca cola adds and Marylin Monroe posters on the walls, retro booths and milkshakes on the menu.

You sit down on a booth by the window and order a milkshake. You share it with two straws, and when you both lean in to take a sip, your faces get so close they almost touch... Tendou’s breath feels warm close to your lips.

He then leans back and crosses his arms behind his head and just stares at you.

“Why did you agree to come today, y/k-chan?”, asks Tendou. He looks eager to receive an answer but he also looks like he’d rather not know in fear of being disappointed.

You give out a light chuckle before answering.

“because i wanted to, of course! You’re the nicest guy i’ve met and ever since I first saw you play i knew you were special.” you reply calmly before taking another sip.

He blushes like mad but then leans in to take a sip too. As you both let go of the straws, he lifts your chin with one finger and lightly kisses your lips. You’re chocked at first but you kiss back after a few instants.

He suddenly breaks the kiss and leans back. He looks out the window, nervously scratching his crimson hair. You start to wonder if maybe he regrets it...

“y/k i’m sorry that was so sudden i should’ve asked please forgive me i didn’t mean to-” Tendou starts talking saying quickly but you cut him off.

“tendou.” He finally dares to glance at you. “i’m glad you did. And i hope you’ll do it again” you whisper the last part but he still hears you. It’s enough to put a gigantic grin on his face. He leans in closer to you over the table and rests his chin on his hands.

“Then would you mind if we did something next weekend?” he asks while raising an eyebrow.

“i’d love that, Tendou-kun”, you reply.

For the following week, he walks you home each night but nothing really happens. You just talk and laugh, realizing how much you love him.

When the weekend comes, you get butterflies in your stomach as you get ready in the morning. Tendou should arrive soon, so you have to hurry.

When the doorbell rings, your heart does a loophole. Tendou is standing on your porch, in his cute casual clothes. He winks at you after saying a sexy “hey” and grabs your hand to bring you to another mystery place.

As you walk, you can only focus on his hand in yours... his fingers are so long, his palm so huge... but it’s their perfect temperature that makes them so wonderful. And god let’s not get started on his eyes and hair...

Time goes by so quickly when you’re with him, so before you know it you’ve reached your destination.

“we’re heeeereeee!” sings Tendou.

It’s a wonderful park with a small pond in which several koi fishes are swimming. A few ducks also swim around them and there’s lovely benches all around.

You sit on one of them and rest your head on Tendou’s shoulder. You can’t see it but his whole face lights up at this gesture.

“say, y/k-chan” starts Tendou. You turn your face to look up to his. He takes both your hands in his before continuing. “would you let me be your boyfriend?”

Your cheeks flush bright pink as you reply “of- of course Tendou-chan!!”

He smirks before kissing you softly. As seconds pass, he kisses you more and more roughly until you both run out of breath.

He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world while you’re both trying to catch your breath.

He cups your face softly and puts his forehead on yours. You look tenderly in each other’s eyes, before Tendou finally speaks.

“thank you y/k-chan... i feel so comfortable around you, you make me feel so lucky, so... so... so happy. I hope i’ll feel like this forever and that it’ll be reciprocated” he says as his eyes fill with water.

You raise a hand to wipe his tears as you reply “I’ll stay as long as you need me, Satori. You’re so dear to me, i’ve never felt this way before” you sweetly replying.

He blushes at the fact you used his first name and closes his eyes to appreciate the moment. When he opens them again, he leans in close to hug you tightly and as he does so, he kisses your neck.

When you part, he kisses your lips tenderly and you can feel him grin slightly. You stay in the park until the sun starts going down. He then walks you home like a true gentleman, putting one last kiss on your soft lips.

~the end~

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 2 - Two Player Game

A naked Mike was kneeling in front of me, enthralled by my cock as it swung side to side. His glazed eyes were fixated on it like it was the only thing that mattered to him.

“What are you?” I asked him.

“Your jockboy slave…” he said, dazedly. “I’m under your complete control…”

“And what am I?”

He smiled at that question. “My owner and master… And the love of my life…”

Mind controlled Mike was almost as great as nervous cutepie Mike. I had him perfectly programmed for these little sessions of ours. He craved them, and I was happy to give what the public wanted!

“Your owner, you say?” I said, without stopping my cock’s movement.

“Yes master… You own my mind… my body…” He took a big sniff of my cock, getting my scent. A dopey smile appeared on his face. “…I belong to you… And I love you, master”

“Good jockboy. And when I wake you up, you will be eager to obey everything I tell you, won’t you?”

He nodded “Yes master…”

I stopped moving my cock and snapped my fingers in front of him. These little trances I put my slaves in resulted very useful for adding suggestions or programming. And they looked hot while under.

He blinked a bit, gave my cock a small kiss and got up again. “Learned my lesson, bro. I’ll leave your Switch where you left it after I use it”

I had another thing in mind “So… ‘the love of my life’, huh?”

He blushed, his whole face went red. “T-That’s… W-Well, that’s how I feel like, bro!”

I chuckled and gave him a good kiss in the lips. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love you too, my sweet and cheesy boyfriend”

“Damn bro” He smiled “I can’t get enough of you, apparently”

“That won’t save you, though. Why don’t you go ahead and start preparing our breakfast?”

His eyes glazed again as he said “Yes master!”, before running off to the kitchen. I wasn’t mad because he used my switch, I just wanted an excuse to play with him for a while. He was probably going to make the breakfast anyway

I pulled my underwear back up, I didn’t need to dicknotize my boyfriend any further. Then, I walked back to the living room of the apartment. I sat down on the couch, waiting for breakfast to be ready, and checked my phone.

I noticed I had messages from coach Peter, saying he’d been researching as I asked him to, for possible coaches I could recruit for the club. It was a good way of retesting my powers, after that big break I took. Only using my current mind links and the mind control through speech was the safe bet, but a year has passed and I had to check things out.

Since the sport club’s owner 'had' to fire all his employees, I couldn’t open up yet. I had to get new employees, and I saw that as a chance to reuse my powers once again, and also win a good handful of slaves in the process.

Peter sent me a few of his fellow coaches’ pics. He apparently knew them from previous sports championships. I told him we would speak more about the matter later. He answered with a happy face emoji.

And then, Mike arrived with breakfast.

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My classes flew by today. I couldn’t stop thinking about the research I’ve managed to do with my little personality project. Keeping my place as one of the best in the class was kind of hard, now that I have more hobbies than studying and gaming.

Coaching a team, fraternity stuff (Which included the occasional party that Mike forced me to go to), and now managing a sports club. The list just kept growing and growing. And yet, I still managed to get good grades.

Practice would start in a few hours, so I thought about calling Peter and asking him to pick me up with his car. That way, we would start with the recruiting coaches right away.

However, I got an unexpected change of plans. Gary, my first slave, sent me a few worried messages. We still talked about normal stuff from now and then, and he liked to spend any free minute he’s not partying at his college, visiting me in here.

[Bro, something super strange happened last night at a party] Gary texted.

[What is it?]

The next thing he sent was an audio, explaining the whole situation. [“Last night, I was with some bros at the local bar. Y’know, celebrating our good grades and looking for something to bang while getting drunk”] I rolled my eyes ["when suddenly, this strange guy came closer to me. For some reason, I felt like I was talking to you while he spoke… he was so convincing, telling me to go with him to be a good slave"]

At this point, I thought ‘What the heck?’

[“But! As the good slave I am, I whispered to him that I wasn’t interested. He seemed weirded out for my answer, then kept insisting on the matter. Until he asked if I had a master already. I wasn’t sure if I should answer him, so I told him to give me his number and I would text him later with the answer”]

Good thinking Gary, not sending weird strangers to my door.

[“But I tell you bro, his words felt so powerful for some reason, and I felt compelled to obey him. Maybe he has powers like you have? You should talk to him; to see what he wants or if he’s not a faker. Wait, let me write you his number”]

Well, I think I don’t have anything to lose.

I sent the mysterious guy a simple [Hi] And waited for him to answer. In the meanwhile, I postponed the enslavement of those coaches.

This was something bigger than just making some random guys drink my cum to become linked to me. This was possibly another guy who also has mind control powers!

After a few minutes, the other guy answered with a [How r u?! So good to hear from u, been waiting all day!]

Huh, he seemed nice.

[I’m good, how about you?] I wanted to ask directly about the powers part, but I was afraid if that would seem rude.

The other guy seemed as anxious as I was, because he said [I’m awesome! But I think we have a matter to chat about, would you like to meet in a coffee shop?]

[What about my place? Would be more fitting to chat about these… things] I appreciated the secretism. I didn’t want to chat out loud in a public place about mind control. [It’s a few hours away from my friend's college]

[Fair enough, send me the address and I’ll travel there ASAP, if it’s that close. We could meet today, man!] That was fast. And now I was scared, what was I going to do? It was just a chat with a possible new friend, right?

I sent him my location through Maps and asked him to tell Gary to come too. He knew the place already.

This was going to be something fun, right?

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A few hours passed, and I decided to cancel today’s recruitment and just do a normal football practice. The sports club wasn’t going to open until I got enough coaches working in that place, so I was kinda free of guilt.

I went with Mike back to our place, and checked that everything was clean enough to receive our visitor.

It was just a matter of time, just a while more and… *knock knock*

I went to open the door, and there he was.

“Yo!” The man said. He seemed older than me, maybe in his late 20’s/early 30’s? “So glad to finally meet ya!” He had a British accent, and that made Mikey chuckle. Luckily, this guy didn’t notice him yet. He was wearing a sweater with a shirt underneath, and black pants. His torso was big, like the body from a rugby player.

“Hey, I’m Pine” I mumbled, obviously nervous.

“Great! I’m Leo!” He gave me a big, tight hug. Gary entered behind him and closed the door. I looked at him over Leo’s shoulder and he mumbled a “Hi!” with a nice, but nervous smile. Glad to see I’m not the only one nervous in here.

“So, is it true?” Leo let me go of his bear hug and looked around “You have a nice place, dude. Did you get it with your powers or…?”

“Wait wait wait. First things first, do you have mind control powers too?”

“Hell yeah, and I love ‘em! I assume this fella here already told you what happened when I tried to control him” He said, pointing to Gary. He just stood there, looking around. Gary had been at my new place already, he visited a few times. “But, it didn’t go as planned. Man, I was so scared. I was like ‘Oh god, am I losing my powers?’ But, I tried with a waitress and it worked perfectly!”

He was talkative, good to know.

“Would you like to take a seat on the couch? Do you want something to drink?” I asked. I had to be a good host!

“Do you have juice?” Leo asked as he sat on the couch. I went to the kitchen and served him some orange juice, before returning and sitting beside him “Thanks man”

He finished drinking and resumed his storytelling. “As I said, my powers didn’t work for like the first time ever. That scared the hell out of me. Your guy told me he wasn’t interested, which was really disappointing. No one ever managed to resist me!” Another sip of his juice “But yeah. Bing bang bong, we arrived here and there’s another mind controller!”

I never thought about a term for my powers. I didn’t even know where they came from. ‘Mind controller’ sounded right, but weird at the same time.

Gary called Mike over, which followed him with a frown, towards the kitchen. Leo still hasn’t noticed my boyfriend. I preferred to leave it that way, what if the guy tried to control him?

“So what about you? How long since you’ve had your powers? Tell me everything, I’m so excited!” His excitement was pretty obvious at this point. I was sort of excited too, but also scared.

This guy seemed, and probably was, older than me. That could also mean that he was more experienced and powerful.

I explained him my side of the story. The whole senior year ordeal, how I enslaved Gary, coach Mark, and the two football teams. He seemed interested, and never stopped listening. He asked if I did something else besides from that, and I mentioned the college football team and the frat president.

“Nothing else? But you had these powers since… when?” Leo sounded disappointed.

“A year and a half… maybe two years, I don’t know exactly when I started having them, but I know they appeared halfway through senior year”

He nodded and looked around “Well, you do have a nice place on here. Got it with your powers, right?”

This was getting unnerving. He talked about his powers like a mean to get stuff instead of… I don’t know, the right way?. “Not exactly…” Being the assistant of the mind controlled coach counts as a job?

He nodded slowly. “I’ve got mine when I became 17” He started “I remember being in complete bliss about it. I come from a very good family, don’t get me wrong.”

We got our powers around the same age, maybe it was a coincidence?

His story didn’t end there “But, that wasn’t enough for me. I’ve always been a guy that wanted more, and out of nowhere, the world seemed to give a way to get that for me! I was at senior year in my high school during that time. But I didn’t have the idea to enslave a whole sports team at the time, may do that now” He chuckled. “I did enslave a few guys, and girls, to serve me. Just people I found hot at first. Then people that would be useful in the future, like guys from wealthy families”

That didn’t sound so good.

“I would tell you my whole life, but that kind of summarizes it. Just me, using my powers to get what I want. Can’t say we’re exactly on the same page here, but it’s alright. I respect you, dude. It’s great having another one like me around!”

He finished his glass of juice. I thought that would be a good escape route. “Would you like more juice? I can get you more”

“Yeah, but do you mind if that hottie from before is the one who serves it? I love seeing hunks obeying orders. Uh, Garrett was his name?”

“Someone called?” Gary appeared from the kitchen. I assume he and Mike had been listening the whole conversation. It’s alright, probably curious to see if this guy was good or bad.

“Yeah! Would you mind bringing some more juice?” My friend frowned at the order, but I nodded behind Leo, to avoid causing a scene. Gary went back to the kitchen and came with another glass of juice. “Thanks, man!” He said at Gary.

“No problem, do you need something bro?” He asked me.

I looked at my glass and shook my head in denial.

“Wait!” Leo spoke up. “I have an idea, but first” He looked at me “Can I try something with your slave?”

Both guys were looking over at me. Mike was peeping through the kitchen’s door, with curiosity.

I didn’t know what to say, so I looked at Gary and mumbled “Are you up to it?”

My first slave shrugged “Yeah. Maybe you can see why it didn’t work last time” He sat beside Leo on the sofa, as he left his glass of juice and got in place

“Awesome!” He waited for Gary to get ready and stared into his eyes. I thought it was some weird focus thing, to make it work better. He was older than me, he probably knew ways to have his powers take more control of the victim. “You want to obey, don’t you?”

Gary gave the guy a sly smile and answered “Yeah…”

Leo smiled too, it seemed to be working. “Yeah, you want to obey me, isn’t that right?”

That’s when it went wrong. Gary seemed about to nod, but he snapped out of it and said “Not really, bro” His smile faded, and he was looking at Leo with a frown. He got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen again.

I was relieved. He didn’t seem able to control my slaves, no matter that he’s older than me. Leo pointed that out too, with a little joke “Seems like we can’t share slaves, huh?”

I noticed Mike was still peeping through the open door, and Leo noticed him. “Who’s that one?”

“My boyfriend” I said quickly, giving him a big, but not so nice smile. I didn’t feel threatened, but better to assert dominance.

“You have a boyfriend? Is he under too?” Leo asked with curiosity. What’s with him asking that? Like my powers are my only way to get stuff. He was nice, but his obsession with the mind control seemed unhealthy.

“…Not really. Well, kind of. We have a mind link, but we just play with my powers, he consented it and is aware of everything that happens while under”

“Oh. Well, I wouldn’t mind a one night stand with one of these guys if you’d allow it” He winked.

“Uh... Again, ask them about it. I prefer to leave it to them” But Gary and Mike didn’t seem eager about that. They shook their heads in denial.

“Uhm. Now this got weird. Better get going, but first” He finished his juice and took his phone. “You have my number, right?” He asked. I nodded and he continued “Great, let’s keep talking man. It was great getting to know you!”

“Same!” I offered my hand for a shake. He shook it and headed to the door.

“Have a good day!” He said, before leaving the apartment.

Mike and Gary left the kitchen, finally

“What a weird guy” The later said.

“He was… alright. And he seemed happy to get to know me. It’s good to know his powers don’t work on me, or you” I finished my juice and took the glass to the kitchen. “But, everything went amazing, and luckily we don’t have an enemy”

“His accent was funny, though” Mike said. “I mean it. Fuh fock saek!” He tried to imitate the exaggerated British accent from Leo. It was really funny. The three of us laughed, before I let out a yawn.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this whole visit thing got me tired” I looked at my watch and it was pretty late already. “We have an extra bedroom; would you like to stay there?” I asked Gary. It was late, and I don’t know if he would like to return to his place now.

The jock nodded. “Sure, no problem” He waited to see if I had anything else to say, maybe a ‘oh Gary, come sleep with us! We have a lot of space in our bed!’

But it wasn’t the case.

Mike seemed nervous, I could tell. And I decided to take care of that instead of making what would probably be a very hot threesome with me controlling this pair of hunks.

I said ‘good night’ to Gary, faked a yawn and went to my room. Mike followed me, after giving a bro nod to his ex-teammate and turning off the lights.

I changed into my pajamas while Mike just stripped down to his underwear. We both laid down on the bed and he just stared to the ceiling.

Alright, time for a boyfriend chat. “Is everything alright? You seem nervous” He liked being straight forward, so let’s take that approach

“Uh, yeah. Everything is alright, bro” Again, he didn’t sound as usual. “But…” He got sideways, facing me. “D-Do you… Ehem. Do you love me, bro?”

Where was this coming from? “Of course I do! You’ve been my best friend since forever, and well, we’ve been dating for a whole year now, and it’s been amazing. We already had this chat, you know I love you”

He gulped “You won’t… You wouldn’t let another guy take me as his slave, would you?” That was it. He was scared. Poor Mikey, he probably feels worried about my constant use of my powers over him, now that another player joined the game.

I passed my hand over his hair, trying to comfort him. “I would never do that. Not to you, not to anyone. You are like a brother to me, I could never do that to you, Mike”

He nodded and said “I trust you. I like being yours and doing what you want… Being tranced is fun too, that swinging cock idea is awesome. But that guy from before and the idea of possibly being controlled by him… I’ve been scared since he arrived, babe”

“Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen to you” I kissed his forehead “I love you Mikey”

He seemed more at ease. I could easily use my powers to erase any worry or fear on him. But that would be stripping him of his humanity. It was good to feel, from a psychologist’s point of view.

He returned the kiss and pulled me in to cuddle “I love you too, Piney. Thanks so much for being with me”

“Anytime, Mikey. Anytime” Tomorrow I would get back to my plan: Enslaving a few coaches to help save that sports club. If Leo wanted to join me, he was welcome. But I would be careful around him, until I confirm he doesn’t have bad intentions.

The room’s door opened, all of a sudden.

Gary entered with a pillow under his arm. He was in his underwear, just like Mike. “Sorry. Mind if I sleep with you, bros? I feel a bit uneasy after what happened” He said, walking over to the bed.

I looked at Mike, he was frowning. The romantic moment wasn’t really ruined, but he didn’t like Gary that much.

“Uh… Sure, come here” I said. I hoped that Mike wouldn’t mind.

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it” He put his pillow at one of the sides and got under the covers.

Now, I was surrounded by hunks, and I tried to not think with my cock and just randomly throw the bedsheets aside to start a threesome.

Gary faced my back and tried to cuddle with me. I was hugging Mike and he was hugging me. This felt great, but I could feel the animosity between the pair.

Yep. This is going to be weird.

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elijahfitz · 4 years

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and introduction.

meet elijah.

hey guys! im lina! im 18 and im in the cst timezone. im currently a freshman in college and ive also been rping for like 6 years now ( i started on the neopets chat boards. if thats not an embarrassing fun fact idk what is ) but i havent rped since this summer since school was and still is kicking my ass. im really into musical theater, marvel & dc, and disney! i also used to be a lifeguard at a great wolf lodge for 2 years so if u want any funny stories about stupid children, or even just wanna be friends, lmk! im also SUPER sorry this intro is so late. i was gonna do it yesterday but then my friends wanted to hang and it kinda went downhill from there. im actually posting this like 20 min before i have a lab practical so i wont be able to reply until late tonight, but like this post to plot or anything!

some fun facts abt elijah:

he was adopted when he was around 3-4? he was abandoned and left on the back of a merchant cart headed to corona, where he was then discovered and then put into the local orphanage since no one was sure where he came from or who left him. all he had was a stuffed bear (named wooly), a basket of water and fruits to eat, and a letter that explained that:

his name was elijah

he was 2 (born on february 28th)

his parents couldnt care for him, so they hoped he would be found by a kind soul who could either take care of and love him, or else get him to someone who could

they loved him and only left him in the hopes that he would have a better life

he lived in the orphanage for almost 2 years and the few months before the 2nd anniversary of his arrival, rapunzel & eugene visited the orphanage that eugene grew up in and fell in love w/ eli, promptly adopting him soon after. he barely remembers anything about his abandonment and time in the orphanage, but always wanted to find his birth parents and let them know how he turned out. he kept the bear and basket in his room but carries the letter around with him in his wallet wherever he goes.

his full name is elijah frederic fitzherbert. he was given the middle name frederic in honor of his grandfather.

but, he much rather prefers eli. doesnt mind formalities but insists on people who know him to call him by his nickname. except he HATES being called “highness” bc he thinks it sounds stupid. he wont get upset per se if u keep referring to him as “your highness” but he will get annoyed

he very much wants to fulfill his role as “corona’s golden boy” by contributing back to his people. he worries for the kingdom more than he worries for himself and is always trying to prove that he is worthy of being a prince rather than just some random kid who got lucky enough to get adopted. most of his days are spent doing modest favors and helping out the townspeople or visiting the villages surrounding the kingdom.

when he’s in the castle you can almost always find him in the kitchen! boi loves to bake and cook. he loves the way food can bring joy to everyone. he often makes goods to give to the townspeople or the kids at the orphanage, where he volunteers at least every 2 weeks when hes not busy w prince stuff.

has an acute fear of disappointment. he feels so much pressure to prove his worth that came from growing up thinking if he did anything wrong he’d be sent back to orphanage, esp since his parents had another child. they wouldn’t want or need him anymore. he mostly got over this when he broke a vase when he was 12 and tried to run away from home, except he fell out the tree that he used to climb out his window and broke his leg lmao. his parents assured him that no matter what he did they would still love him and never abandon him, and his dad also taught him how to climb trees and roofs without dying (much to his mom’s chagrin). even tho hes pretty much over it, it kinda lingers subconsciously. thus, he overcompensates in everything he does and gets overly anxious about small problems

growing up he thought the stories that his dad told him about his past were so cool, despite the fact that he would almost always only hear those stories when he was being taught lessons of what he shouldnt do. he used to run around pretending to be flynn rider and his dad played along, planning play heists for them to do together (think scott & cassie in that one scene from ant man and the wasp) but they stopped when eli hit that age where he thought it was embarrassing to play w his dad. but, it really helped him bond w eugene and help him work on his coordination bc eli is CLUMSY AF

eli legit trips over nothing at least twice a day.

he bonded w his mom through art tho, which eventually turned into aesthetic desserts and meals! thats another reason why he loves baking and cooking so much.

when his 1st sibling was born when he was 5 at first he was jealous. he didnt get much attention at the orphanage due to the fact that there were so many kids and he was just starting to get used to the idea of having parents didnt have tons of kids always trying to win their affection and attention. he thought having a little sibling was the worst thing in the world and would hide from his parents bc if they couldnt find him they couldnt send him away. he hated his sibling.

until he met them. the second he saw their chubby face he was hooked. he swore that he would do anything and everything for them. and that continued when his parents adopted his other siblings as well. he absolutely adores them and acts like the protective older bro role

thankfully, with such a large age gap eli never rlly had to go through any of those petty squabbles that siblings usually have. he was always pretty protective of them tho and would fight when he thought they were being reckless and dumb out of his own fear that if they got hurt he would be an awful big brother (again, fear of disappointment)

he loves to travel bc his mom would always take him to these extravagant kingdoms and on these amazing sightseeing trips

this boy is hopeless when it comes to love. i can imagine lots of ppl liking him on top of all the ppl throwing themselves at him bc royal, but him being completely oblivious and thinking that no one likes him.

he had rlly bad ADD as a kid but its gotten better as hes grown. he still occasionally struggles w executive functioning tho and always gets rlly frustrated when he cant focus or remember

like i said earlier, clumsy af. no coordination. the only athletic ability he ever had was horse riding and running

that said he has a horse named may (short for mayonnaise. dont ask

he likes music a lot. prob learned piano at a young age

he probably is at the party bc royals? idk

EDIT: although (currently) unknown to eli, his true birth mother is maleficent. when eli was 2, his birth father took him away from her and had her suppress eli’s natural born powers. his father realized he was unfit to care for him, so he was the one who abandoned eli.

wanted connections!!

obv his parents and siblings? i mean cmon

one ( or both???? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) of his birth parents!!!!! they dont have to know that eli is their son or mayb they do and are too scared to tell him, but being trapped together will eventually make it revealed

childhood friends! people he met when he traveled w his mom or met at royal social functions? i rlly also want friends that he would hang w at all the royal galas and stuff and they would go do dumb stuff like look sneak out and look for secret passages of make bets of who could dump more crab cakes into the stuffy duchess’ purse when she wasnt looking

people who know him solely through his family

someone who likes eli and eli legit has no clue, no matter how much they flirt and drop hints

people who hate eli! or even just dislike him, which makes him upset bc he doesnt like the idea that there are ppl who dont like him in the world. mayb bc sometimes he gets super highstrung when things arent going how they should b and he like lashed out at them once or something. maybe they hate his parents and on principle hate him. idk

someone who was w eli in the orphanage

past relationships? i feel like hes never rlly had a bad breakup tho, its just that they prob just didnt work out. hes also bi so they can b any gender. hes still looking for his otp

idk, legit anything. send me those plots man

#spelled.intro #this got LONG #i am so sorry #but hello i am lina #like to plot !!!! pls. im desperate

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broadwait · 6 years

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Cut My Chest Wide Open pt. 2

Warnings: None

Word count: 2009

Pairing: Finch/Crutchie

Full fic on AO3: x

Finch was rapidly becoming a regular fixture at Crutchie’s table. On his breaks, he’d taken to sitting across from or next to Crutchie, at first citing the excuse that he didn’t like sitting alone, until eventually he didn’t have to use one at all. He would just sit down and Crutchie was absolutely fine with it.

Crutchie had gone home that second day and calmed down about whether he was reading the situation accurately or not. It wasn’t a big deal that Finch was a flirt, because Crutchie was fine being friends. He was a little disappointed by the lack of interest, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still talk to him and hang out with him and stare at him because god was he pretty. It was fine! No big deal.

His suspicions that Finch flirted with everyone were confirmed by his interactions with his coworkers. Crutchie had heard him call them a variety of pet names, ranging from “doll face” to “pretty boy.”

Crutchie hated the stab of jealousy he felt every time he heard one of those pet names. It was an unwarranted and unwanted, because he didn’t own Finch, he wasn’t involved with him in any way. It wasn’t his place to be jealous, and yet jealous he was. He pushed away the feeling every time it arose and focused instead on smiling wider, on being happier that he was talking to Finch and hanging out with him.

Plus, Finch didn’t stop flirting with him. Sometimes he’d call Crutchie cute or funny or comment on Crutchie’s smile or his dimples or whatever. While he was hesitant about flirting back as comfortably as Finch, it still never failed to make Crutchie smile wider, or blush heavier.

The good part about it though, was that they were becoming friends, actual friends. They talked through Finch’s breaks, they laughed and joked around. They learned stuff about each other.

Crutchie knew Finch’s favorite color (green), what instruments he played (piano and bass guitar), and the name of his childhood dog (Mac). He knew little things, like that Finch didn’t like chocolate really, and he could recite the preamble of the constitution in under ten seconds, (he learned it in high school and never forgot it).

The other thing he learned about Finch is that he was constantly smiling.

There was always a grin or a smirk on his face, sometimes a small side smile or a quirk of the lips. He always looked so damn happy and Crutchie didn’t know if he could handle how cute it was.

Which was what led him to lying face down on his couch as Jack and Davey looked on at him from the kitchen of Crutchie and Jack’s apartment.

Crutchie groaned into the cushion. Being gay was hard.

“Hey Crutch, what is it this time,” Jack called from the doorway from the kitchen to the living room. Crutchie flipped himself onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m gay,” he answered. Jack rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, we know, you’ve basically been out since you were born.”

Crutchie shot him a glare. He wasn’t wrong though. Jack and him had been foster brothers since Crutchie was little, until they were teenagers and Medda adopted them officially. When Crutchie came to live with them, he was only six. He never knew his parents, or at least couldn’t remember them, and because of that, he didn’t know that straight people existed. He thought all boys liked boys, he didn’t know guys were “supposed” to like girls. It wasn’t until Jack had talked to him about it one day that he found out that not every other boy was like him. Jack and Medda both thought the story was cute but Crutchie just thought it was embarrassing.

“There’s this guy at the coffee shop who’s very cute and it sucks because I’m gay,” he clarified. Davey poked his head into the doorframe from the kitchen.

“That’s why you’ve been spending so much time there? You’ve been regularly going for a few weeks, have you talked to the guy?” Davey asked.

Crutchie threw an arm over his face.

“Yes, we talk basically every time. He takes his break and sits at my table usually.”

Jack walked to the couch and made Crutchie move so he could sit down.

“That sounds promising. What do you talk about?”

“Just normal stuff: what I’m working on in school, how his day’s been, odd things or people we’ve seen. We’re friends, I think.”

“Do you think he’s interested?”

Crutchie hesitated.

“Maybe? Probably not? I can’t tell, sometimes he’ll say something about how I’m cute when I’m focused or that he likes the way I cut my hair, but he’s also kinda like that with everyone? I never know if he’s saying it because he’s being nice or if he’s actually flirting.”

Davey leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, thinking. “Have you tried asking him to hang out? If he seems really into it then make it a date but if he’s lukewarm about it you could play it off like friends.”

Jack nodded. “You could do that. Or you could just ask him out on a date and see flat out if he refuses you.” He shrugged, “Can’t hurt.”

Crutchie snorted out a laugh. “It most certainly could hurt.”

“What’s the worst that could happen,” Davye asked.

“Death? Fire? The apocalypse??”

Jack ruffled his hair. “Hey now, don’t be so dramatic. If he’s a good guy then he’d be nice about it even if he’s not interested. But, if it will make you feel better, try something easier. Get his phone number.”

Crutchie stilled. That was...not impossible. He could do that right? Friends gave each other their phone numbers too so he could play it off like that. Easy. Simple.

Jack started talking again. “If it’ll help, I’ll even go with you tomorrow, give you a second opinion on whether he’s interested or not.”

Crutchie perked up. “That would work.”

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Crutchie got to the shop earlier than Jack did, but that wasn’t particularly surprising. Jack had a tendency to lose track of time easily, especially when he was painting or with Davey, which was most of the time. Crutchie didn’t mind, he was willing to wait.

Finch was at the counter, his back turned to Crutchie as he talked to someone down the line, mirroring the first time Crutchie had met him there. Had that really only been a couple of weeks ago?

Finch turned around as Crutchie approached. His face perked up as he turned again, this time to grab a cup that had been placed off to the side. He slid it across the counter.

“Small hot chocolate with cinnamon, right?” he asked with a grin that said full well that he knew he was right. Crutchie tried to keep his surprise at Finch getting his order ready before he came from his face, masking both his excitement and shock with a smile.

“Yeah, you got it right,” he said, beaming. Finch’s smile turned briefly into something softer, one part relief and two parts joy at how well his action had been received.

Crutchie went to a his table with a warmth settling in his chest, even before his first sip. He sat down and swung his feet under the table, unable to contain the childlike elation he felt. Maybe there was a chance Finch liked him after all.

Finch joined him about 20 minutes later, sliding into the chair across from him. Crutchie was reading, but he closed the book and focused his attention on Finch. Finch rested an elbow on the table and leaned his head into his hand, a little smile on his face. He looked so calm, so peaceful like that.

He nodded at the book. “Whatcha reading?”

“Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. Have you read it?” Finch shook his head. “It’s good, it’s about this con artist who’s set to be executed but when they’re about to hang him he-”

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

Jack walked up from behind Crutchie, resting a hand on the back of Crutchie’s chair. Crutchie turned to look at him. There was red paint smeared across his jaw and white and yellow paint on his hands and splattered up his arms.

“You get caught up in painting again?” Crutchie asked.

“Yeah, there’s this big piece I’ve been working on for a commission. It’s coming along pretty well but oils take forever to dry.”

“You better not have gotten paint on all the door handles again,” Crutchie said, shooting a pointed look at Jack’s hands. Jack gasped in mock offense.

“I would never! I learned my lesson the first time.” He playfully nudged Crutchie with his arm.

Crutchie turned his attention back to Finch, who was now sitting up straight rather than leaning on his elbow. The smile had gone from his face and his eyes were just the tiniest bit wider. He flicked his gaze from Crutchie to Jack for just a second before a tense, tight lipped smile made its way onto his face. Jack stuck out a hand.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” Finch took it.

“Finch, nice to meet ya.”

Jack turned back to Crutchie. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want anything?”

“Nope, still working on this cup. Thanks though.”

Jack walked over towards the counter. Crutchie looked over at Finch.

“What was I talking about? Going Postal, I think?” Finch nodded hesitantly, but then quickly shook his head.

“Oh shoot, actually I just remembered that I have to go fix the espresso machine! It’s been out of whack all week, boss said I had to fix it today. Sorry, I have to cut my break short. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He stood and pushed in his chair before hurrying away, back towards the counter, far from the register. Crutchie looked on, utterly blindsided by whatever that just was.

Jack returned a few seconds later, coffee in hand.

“Where’d your boy go?” He asked, looking around. Crutchie pointed back towards the counter. “Oh dang, did I catch you guys at the end of his break?” Crutchie shook his head.

“He usually stays longer. I don’t know why he rushed off.”

He watched as Finch fiddled with the espresso machine, wiping it down and opening a panel on the side. It looked like he was doing a whole lot of nothing, but then again, what did Crutchie know about repairing espresso machines?

Jack stayed there for a while, talking and hanging out with Crutchie. Crutchie enjoyed the company but couldn’t help but glance over every now and then towards the counter. Finch had moved from the espresso machine to wiping down the counter to making drinks and back to the espresso machine. He hadn’t looked at Crutchie a single time since he’d started, and eventually he’d made his way into the back room. He should’ve been done with his shift by now, but Crutchie still hadn’t seen him come back to the front. Maybe there was a back exit he didn’t know about?

Crutchie sighed. He’d been here too long to justify staying. He got up and left the shop with Jack, bummed that he hadn’t even gotten the chance to get Finch’s number.

Jack bumped into his side as he walked.

“I can’t really give much of an opinion about whether he likes you or not, because I didn’t really talk to him, but from the look he was giving you when I walked in, he seemed at least a tiny bit interested. Plus, he’s cute. You should go for it.”

Crutchie shrugged. He didn’t want to be a pessimist about it, but he couldn’t shake the image of Finch rushing away, like he couldn’t wait to get away from him.

“Yeah, I’ll try to get his number tomorrow I guess.”

“Ayyy, atta boy. Don’t let today get you down. Maybe he was just busy!” Crutchie appreciated that Jack was trying to cheer him up. He attempted a smile.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

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#sorry if im being obnoxious ab posting these i have it all written already #didnt want post 11000 words in one post so i broke it up #and i didnt want to spam so im posting one a day!#finchcrutchie #finch newsies #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #Newsies #newsies live #my writing #crunch

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hymn2000 · 6 years

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Freeze - MCU AU Fanfic - C24

Previous chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Story synopsis:- When a burst gas main destroys everything and leaves Peter with nothing, the Stark’s take him in. Thrown together by necessity, they then need to try to keep it together and build a new life. Devastated by loss, Peter doesn’t make things easy for them, and Loki and Tony struggle with their own grief and the responsibility of having someone completely dependant on them.

Chapter description:- Peter finally sees Ned again for the first time since the funeral

Story warnings/themes: character death, hurt/comfort, trauma, grief, depression/mental health issues, bullying, corporal punishment

Relationships: Frostiron (Loki x Tony) (romantic), Tony and Peter (platonic), Loki and Peter (platonic)

From the same AU as Called To Be A Rock

Chapter 24 - Lost

Tony gave Peter’s hand a squeeze.

“What are you smiling about?”

Peter shrugged, turning the kettle on.

“Did you have a good night then?”

Peter nodded.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself”

“Dad... Um, am I allowed to go out on Sunday?”

Tony looked at him. “Go out where?”

“Just, just out, yknow. I’ve asked Ned to meet me. I haven’t seen him since January”

“Oh yes. Oh. Yes, of course” Tony gave him a quick hug. “I’ve got to go out tomorrow. Work stuff”

“Oh”

“Would you like to come with me? Or do you want to stay here?”

“Oh. Um” Peter looked away, grabbing the kettle and pouring water into his mug. “Well. I’m quite tired”

“Ok. I’ll call Thor to come and keep an eye on you”

“I don’t need him to look after me” Peter said. “I’ll be fine on my own”

Tony wasn’t so sure, but he didn’t say. “Take your drink to bed with you, sweetheart. It’s starting to get late”

Peter was up extra early on Sunday morning, even though he wasn’t meeting Ned till 10am, and the cafe was only five minutes away. He’d known Ned for years, but now that he was finally seeing him again, he felt absolutely terrified. What if Ned didn’t like him anymore? What if he thought him weird now? What if he’d changed too much? What if he couldn’t speak when he saw him? There were so many what-ifs to worry about.

Peter was too nervous to eat. He was shaking, and Tony was concerned. He left his piles of paperwork and felt the boys forehead.

“Are you sure you’re up to going up? You’re very warm. I think you might have a fever”

“I-I-I’m just nervous...”

“You’re shaking. Really shaking. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“...I’m sorry-!”

He rushed from the room.

Tony sat Peter on his lap and helped him sip a glass of water.

“Poor little spider-boy” he said. “I think we need to get you back to bed”

“No! No, I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go and see Ned!”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re hot, you’re shaking, you’ve been sick. You’re not well enough to go out”

“It’s just nerves! I’ve gotta go, I haven’t seen him for so long! Please let me go!”

Tony looked into his tearful eyes, and against his better judgement, he let him go.

Peter couldn’t stop shaking. He tried to focus on calming his breathing, his eyes darting around. Something caught his eye, and he looked up properly. Someone was looking at him - someone he knew.

“NED!!”

Peter ran and threw his arms round Ned’s neck. Ned was taken aback, a little surprised and confused by his reaction. He hugged him back awkwardly.

“Aww, I missed you too” he said. “Uh, Peter, you’re kinda crushing me”

Peter moved back, and Ned finally got to look at him properly. He looked different. He seemed smaller, and he was definitely paler - but it was the clothes that were the most obvious difference. He was used to seeing him in normal jumpers, trousers, and trainers. That wasn’t what he was wearing today. He had on smart black jeans, a white t-shirt, and black blazer, with his duffel coat over the top, open so that his outfit was on show. It was a chilly day, so he had a thin black scarf round his neck. He was wearing matte black Doc Marten boots, and a silver watch adorned his wrist.

“Ned?” Peter said, unnerved by Ned’s staring.

“Sorry. It’s just, you look... different. Your clothes...”

Peter glanced down at himself. “Well, dad- uh, Mr Stark buys all my clothes now. I lost most of my old clothes in the accident, y’know, and it’s easier to let him choose really”

“Yeah... It’s- it’s good to see you’re being looked after. I’ve been worried about you”

Peter looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry I’ve been so bad at keeping in touch. It’s been... Well, it’s been a tough few months”

Ned nodded, and glanced at the cafe. “Should we go in? We could get a coffee and talk”

“Good idea”

Ned felt like he was with a stranger. He’d always thought he’d known Peter inside and out, and that they’d always be friends - but now he wasn’t so sure. He knew Peter would change, he knew that he had changed - he just didn’t realise just how much.

“Have you been ill? You look... small”

“Oh. Um, not exactly. I lost a lot of weight after the accident. I’m still trying to put it back on”

“How much did you loose?”

Peter shrugged one shoulder, looking uncomfortable. “About a stone. Maybe a bit more”

“But you’re putting it back on?”

“Yeah, I mean, that first school I got sent to was, well, uh, some real bad stuff happened, and that didn’t help. But this new school is going better, and I’ve got my appetite back, so...”

There was a silence. Peter could feel his heart thumping.

“What happened?”

Peter swallowed hard. “I’ve, um, I’ve got... pictures. The doctor said he needed them for the records, so he used my phone and emailed them to himself. Mr-Mr Stark told me to delete them, but I never quite got round to it”

“Pictures of what? Peter, what happened?”

“It was just, y’know, bullying. There was this boy who was kinda in charge, and everyone got in on it. They enjoyed it. I didn’t bother telling anyone about it, but then he just, well, the school called and it all came out in the office” he said, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his camera roll. He stopped and handed the phone to Ned. “So they took me out, and then sent me to the school I’m at now. Sorry, I know these are horrible, but I’d rather not talk about everything they did to me. I’m still having nightmares, still trying to forget, yknow?”

Ned stared at him, and reluctantly took the phone. He clicked a picture to enlarge it, and was overcome with nausea. He took a deep breath as he flicked through the photos. He decided he didn’t want to know the full story. It looked like a case study from The Bill.

“That isn’t bullying” he said, handing the phone back. “That’s violence”

“That’s what dad said” he said, frowning and putting the phone back in his pocket.

“Why did you let them do it? I mean, you’re-” he lowered his voice. “You’re Spiderman”

“I think I was sent before I was ready. It started on my first day, and it just kinda, well, I was seriously messed up, because of what happened with the flat, and this just kinda completely wrecked my mental health. Plus, resistance made it worse” he shook his head, as though shaking away the memories. “Anyway, that’s in the past now. It’s history; it doesn’t matter anymore”

“But I’ve seen how strong you are...”

“I think... I think you need to be strong mentally to be strong physically. I mean, like, after the explosion, when I woke up, I couldn’t get all the stuff off me. I haven’t been strong, so I can’t be strong. Do you understand?”

“Not really” he looked down at his coffee. “You’ve changed”

Peter looked down at his own mug. "I know. I tried to stay the same, but everything changed anyway. I didn't even really notice it happening. I’ve been having a tough time and I couldn’t really focus on my behaviour"

"I'm confused. Because you look like you, but you don't look like you"

Peter swallowed hard. His heart was thumping, and those silly tears were in his eyes again.

"Are you disappointed?"

Ned was quiet for a moment. "I just feel like I don't know you. You're not the kid who sat with me in every lesson and got excited about lego kits..."

"I still like lego" Peter said dumbly.

"I don't think that's really the point"

Peter didn't know what to say. He'd thought that as soon as they got together, it would be as though they'd never been parted. They were best friends - so why was this so horrible and difficult? His fear that he'd changed too much and that Ned no longer liked him was starting to feel a bit too real.

"How's school?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Same as always, really" Ned said. "Flash is quieter now, not so in-your-face. Quiz team is still going strong. It's different without you, though"

"But you're doing ok?"

"Yeah. What about you? What's private school like?"

"Weird" Peter said. "They've all grown up in a completely different world. I'm still getting used to it, yknow, the cultural differences, and trying to behave how they expect me to. But it's ok"

"You have to wear a uniform, don't you?"

"Yeah, but you get used to it pretty quick. It cost a fortune though. Mr Stark is kinda strict about it and I have to take it off as soon as I get home. I haven't ruined it yet, but I suppose there's time"

"I'm glad I don't have to wear a uniform" Ned said. "What are the other kids like?"

"They're ok, mostly. There's one girl who hates me and this boy - he's her cousin - he teases me a bit, mainly in PE. But everyone else is ok. My Big Sister is nice-"

"Big sister?"

"Oh. Uh, it's kinda like a mentor scheme. Ish. She's just the older girl who showed me around and looked after me in my first week, and I still see her twice a week. She looks out for me. Because I started in the middle of term"

"Oh"

Peter swallowed. "I've got friends there. I've got my girls: Millie and Macy and Flo. I was at Millie's on Friday evening, actually. And then there's Malaki. He's not really friends with the girls so he's mainly my friend in PE and stuff. He's nice. They're all nice"

"The Peter I know wouldn't have been able to so much as look at a girl, let alone befriend three of them"

"Well, it's a different world" Peter said awkwardly. "They kinda befriended me. They came up to me and took me under their wing, as it were, and I've been with them ever since"

"Are they posh?"

"Yes. Millie's house is ridiculous. Macy isn't as posh, but she's still quite posh. She's feistier than the other two. I know you're not supposed to have favourites, but I think she's mine anyway"

"So what do they look like?" Ned asked.

"Um, I've got some photos from the other night. Selfies, yknow. Flo kept nicking my phone"

He took his phone out of his pocket and found a photo, passing it to Ned. It was one of the best ones, showing all four of them. Peter pointed out who was who. Ned was surprised to find that the girls were pretty, and even more surprised to see how comfortable the four of them seemed together. They definitely liked Peter.

"They're pretty" Ned said, handing the phone back.

"Yeah... They're good friends" he said, putting his phone away.

"Is one of them your girlfriend?"

Peter shook his head. "Millie's kissed me, but it was in a game of truth or dare, so I don’t think it really counts"

Ned took a mouthful of coffee, unsure what to think.

"You really have changed"

He looked at him, at his pale skin and his expensive clothes and the look in his eyes. It was almost as though a different soul had taken over Peter's body. Everything about him was different. Even the atmosphere around him was different. He didn't really know him any more. He found that, try as he might, he couldn't really care about anything Peter was telling him. Sure, the bullying stuff was horrible, but everything else evoked little to no emotion in him. He felt bad. This was his long-term best friend, and he'd been through some dreadful stuff and so of course he'd changed. They just needed a good topic to discuss and it'd be back to normal.

"You could always come and meet them one day" Peter suggested. "They're always talking about going into town. They’d like you"

"Yeah... So what's home like?"

"Hm? Oh. Different. It was weird suddenly being with the Stark's full time. Especially since they were mourning too. Still are. It was horrible at first..." Peter frowned. "It's ok now though. But Mr Loki is away. Travelling. For his health. He's been gone for about two months now. It's a bit weird without him"

"Tony must be lonely. Is he busy? I've been following all the stuff about the new launch in the magazines. It looks so cool! Have you been helping with it?"

"I don't really go down to the lab much anymore"

"Why not?"

Peter shrugged. "I don't really feel like it"

"How can you not feel like it? That lab is amazing. You used to basically live in it"

Peter didn't say anything. He didn't go down to the lab for the same reason he didn't get his Spiderman suit on much, or speak at school:- he was too depressed. He didn't have anything else to say on the matter. He couldn't talk about the launch, because he didn't know anything about it. He'd avoided all of Tony's work ever since the accident.

The silence seemed to last forever. Peter was trying very hard not to cry, and Ned was trying very hard to think of something - anything - to say to him. Eventually, his phone buzzed with a text.

"It's mum" he said, standing up. "I've gotta go. It was good to see you again"

He left without a backwards glance.

Peter sat feeling numb, looking at Ned's half-empty coffee mug. He hadn't expected to spend all day with him, but he'd expected more than half an hour. He stood up, took the mugs over to the counter, and went home.

Tony was surprised to hear the door open. At first he thought it must be Thor, but disregarded that theory, as the doorbell had not been rung. He was a little concerned, as Peter hadn't even been gone an hour yet. Maybe he was feeling sick again and had had to come home. He didn't hear approaching footsteps or slamming doors. Worried, he set out to look for him.

Tony eventually found Peter at the back of the coat cupboard in the hallway, hidden behind a rack of old jackets. It was only his sniffling that gave away his position. Tony pushed the jackets aside and looked down at the boy.

"Now, there's no room for me to sit in here as well, so are you going to let me take you upstairs?"

Peter nodded weakly and let Tony help him up and take him upstairs. They settled down on the sofa.

"Now" Tony said. "What's up? Are you poorly?"

"Ned hates me!" Peter burst out, and he started sobbing. "He doesn't want to be my friend anymore!"

"What? Oh sweetheart" he pulled him onto his lap and hugged him close. "I'm sure that's not true"

"It is! I've changed too much and he says he doesn't know me anymore and he kept giving me weird looks and going quiet and now I wish I hadn't bothered! I hate it! I want May back! I want my old life back! I wish I'd never changed! It's not fair, it's not fair!"

"It's been so long since you've seen each other - it's bound to be odd at first. You have changed, but there's nothing we can do about that"

Peter buried his face in Tony's chest and howled. He'd just lost the very last part of his old life. He knew that good feeling he'd had had been too good to last.

Peter wanted to go straight back to bed, but Tony wouldn't let him.

"It's barely midday" he said. "Why don't you put on a DVD or something?"

Peter shook his head. "I miss Loki"

Tony sighed. "I know, kiddo. I do too"

"He doesn't like me anymore though. No one does"

"Now that's not true" Tony said, giving him a squeeze. "Loki loves you, and so do I. You're like a son to us"

"It's my fault he left"

"What? No it's not! Don't say that"

"It's true though. He hated me and he didn't want to put up with me"

"That's not true" Tony said firmly. "Loki loves you. He went away because... Well, because he's poorly. He just needed space"

"It feels like he's been gone forever"

“I know. But he’ll be back. He promised”

Peter rested his chin on his knees.

“He will come back. Just you wait and see” Tony said, trying to convince himself as well as Peter.

Peter took Tony’s hand, looking at his engagement ring - Whitby Jet, very expensive, and very beautiful. Tony looked at it too.

“He promised”

“No one ever keeps their promises”

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #frostiron #peter parker #spiderman homecoming

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westcoastprancer · 3 years

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***WARNING - WAY TOO MUCH UNNECESSARY PROFANITY***

Getting past the only child bullshit...sue me I guess? Not my fault my parents could only handle one of me. Pretty annoying growing up hearing from morons that I must be a spoiled little shit...

Can’t really argue there. Aside from self-inflicted hunger (you know...that junior high self image bullshit..starve and lose 5 lbs in a weekend), I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve never been cold, without clothes, or a roof over my head. I was taught values. So yeah, I am fucking spoiled rotten. No apologies there.

People who continuously stay “stuck” royally piss me off. These weirdos are toxic. Avoid them at all costs. They will not change. You will thank me for this piece of advice sometime in your life. Everybody’s got a problem. So do I. Set goals for yourself. Get the fuck off your sad ass every couple weeks. Find your best friend (if you don’t have one of those...you should seriously consider working on finding one) get trashed, talk it out and let that shit go for a while. If you’re stuck in a rut for more than 2-3 months, get help. Seriously. It’s not embarrassing. It’s way more shitty in the long run when you turn out to be the aforementioned person who just stays fucking “stuck”. On another note, subject of the week has been middle aged divorced broads with kids and how sly and bitchy they are. If they go ape shit on me before getting their facts straight, imagine what they do to all these poor men? No fucking wonder a good, non hot dog throwing down hallway status, loyal, no bullshit broad like me can’t find a solid dude. The good dudes are out there getting berated by these broads they knocked up and can’t get out of it now because...you know...the kids and stuff. I’m glad I took a different path. Can’t imagine being in that desperate place looking for affection because I am 37-47 year old wrinkly, loosey goosey broad thinking I was tossed aside by a shitty man, when I am the nutbag...just looking for attention. It’s easy to get laid. No strings. No problems. Many people make it way too complicated. My friend’s brother is hilarious. He is kinda a douche and I love his stories about profiling chicks. My favorite was when he told this broad at the bar she looked beautiful and she said how he made her day! (First red flag) They go to exchange numbers and she once again tells him what a nice time she had meeting him ( nothing wrong with that) but then goes on daily wishing him a good day. That’s another desperate sign. Come to find out...middle aged. Divorced. Kids. Lonely in the panties. You know the drill. I used to host this radio show called Cryin’ Lovin’ Laughin’ or Leavin’ so I learned these things sort of young. You remember the patterns of people. You know warning signs of crazy. Here’s the most invaluable lesson, most people are batshit crazy. Keep the wall up a while. Test people. I have caught so many good people (so I thought) in lies through the years. Even little irrelevant lies. It doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, relative, colleague, or significant other. When you catch someone in a lie of even the smallest, you wonder what else they are capable of lying about. It changes everything. Be like me. Don’t lie. Sometimes it’s hard, but then you have nothing to hide and having the truth on your side keeps you out of some really shitty situations.Even if it is so embarrassing and you have to put a towel over your head to face the truth...do it. If you don’t believe a word of anything else I say...believe me when I tell you about people. The good and the bad. Just take the time to get to know a person. You don’t want a lazy middle aged squinty eyed salmoncake real estate selling Mom moving her and her kids asses into your house all of a sudden. You ain’t that desperate. Oh and dudes, I’m coming for you...don’t act desperate either. Just don’t. I tend to take your sides on this shit because dudes on the other sides of things are usually just happy to be free, so their demeanor is totally different. But that doesn’t mean I won’t flip sides on you if you guys start getting weird. Covid seems to have made everyone crazy.

Even in a good mood, there is nothing better than a super depressing 90’s country song...am I right? It’s that sad shit that always gets me in my damn near non-existent soul. Look, I randomly placed 6th out of 20 on a totally impromptu Roast Battle at the Laugh Factory in LA one night. One of the roastmasters told me I did so well for my first time because I have no soul. HA HA HA...that one fucking stuck with me. Back to the point - if you can’t sit down with a couple good homies now and then and blast “Alibis” on 10 while chugging Crown, you should really address some things in your monotonous life. Just sayin for someone who doesn’t do the bar scene much anymore and barely has feelings...I know every color of every neon sign. I’m always hashin out a heartache in the back of my mind. Makes me remember not to go there ever again. People suck. I feel like I have already mentioned this. I’m not a “hard” person. I’m a realist. I don’t want to miss fantastic opportunities with people, but I also know those people are few and far between so I really keep my guard up. The right people always tear it down in time.

People who get offended by profanity seriously piss me off more than a hive of wasps chasing me. Let me be clear...if I wasn’t dropping at least 72 f-bombs a day...I’m not sure where I would be in life. It’s turning all negative events in my life into positivity. I mean when you think about the F word. No matter how you slice or dice it...it does have a positive meaning in any context. “Go fuck yourself.” - Ok! “Fuck that!” - With what?! “Fuck You!” - Time and place please? Etc… Do you know what I am fucking saying?

Seriously asked my father the other day why he didn’t own Hilton chains or something. I’m sick of this fucking sweaty ass work too hard lifestyle with hardly any time to do fun shit. The idea of being some stuck up heiress with holes in my pockets sound fucking fantastic to me sometimes. Maybe just not the stuck up part. Could you imagine me that way? Snap my fingers and a drink comes! First class flights to St. Croix with my inner posse. Living the goddamn dream. Me and my doggies on a private island!

I’ve become a bit dramatic, I think. For an extremely hard headed Portagee, I can still call myself out when needed. It’s kinda weird not living alone anymore. I’ve got a badass homie around now (wish I would have met years ago) who actually gives a shit how my day was. So I kinda get called out now on my bullshit. (Side note: It’s important to keep company around you who doesn’t enable your negative traits. Your best friends will call you on your shit and help you grow.) Sometimes I’ll lay down and pout all day over some shit that is NOTHING. Just get stoned and forget the fuck about it. I’m sure this is something I’ve been doing for years. Never caught it til now. Checklist to work on. No one likes even a small percentage of a drama queen. Yuck.

Amazing the shit I think of while stoned. What’s the point of dating? Attach yourself to another person for life? Is that even natural? Attach yourself to yourself...not American Pie style you pervert. Attach yourself to doggies. I cannot stress enough how fulfilling life is raising pups. Watching them grow and learn. I’m not even talking about the ones you raise from babies. Even at an older age, your dog will still learn and grow with mental stimulation and affection. It’s so amazing to watch the new things they learn and pick up on. If you treat your dogs well, they will treat you double as well until death do you part. Sure, it’s shitty you get so attached and they don’t live very long, but it teaches you perseverance. True value of cherishing your pals and moving on in your life always keeping a piece of them with you. Sounds fucking gut wrenching sad. It is, but I promise you the time you spend with your pups outweighs the sadness in the end.( If you’re planning on spending zero time with your animal, leave your pet in constant confined spaces, starve or beat it...don’t fucking get one. Don’t even get close to one. They are better off in the wild than with your crazy ass. You ain’t right.)

You can’t be a lying dickface all the time and expect everyone to be nice to you. Saw a good one on Family Guy that touched my sweet heart a little. Stewie to Brian: “You’re not my friend. Friends come and go. You’re family. That’s for life.” Sounds so sweet. In fact I wanted to call my bestie and tell him that. Then I snapped out and realized “family” can be a super toxic F word. Sad thing is I have a pretty big “family” on each side, yet the older I get, I have realized my only family is my parents. In fact, I have created my own family full of non-blood relatives. Life is wonderful in the positive environment I have created for myself through the years. It’s amazing to form bonds with amazing people who have no ulterior motives like wills and money. Fucking money brings out the true colors in people. It’s sad. People spend their whole lives trippin balls over money. That must suck.

Those dorks at Central Catholic. Even at 15 made me laugh like hell. They’d interview the football “stars” getting full rides to Notre Dame and shit. My favorite was when asked about their favorite band... “Creed man. Such great “hard rock” with such powerful, positive messages.” Those dudes are probably miserable in their physical therapists jobs with their cheating whore wives who come home smelling like ratty vaginas. Someone had to fucking say it. Embarrassing confession: “My Sacrifice” is a FANFUCKINGTASTIC song!

I have a hard time with people. I try my best. I always learn and continue to grow. I got that goin for myself. People suck. People are cruel. (3rd time I’ve said this today?) People take no time to disappoint me for the most part. If you’re kind to me, I will be twice as kind to you. If you’re a fuckface to me, expect me to be an extra double fuck with a cherry on top. Add some nuts too and suck on that shit. I’m a badass person to have in your life and on your team. If you’re lucky enough to make it into my inner circle, I’ll probably be one of the best friend’s you’ve ever made. If you can’t look at yourself in the mirror and see the person that you would like to be friends with, you need to make some changes. It took me a long time to become my own best friend. If you can’t be solid with spending time with yourself, you can’t be solid with anyone and you’ll eventually become a dead weight. Take the time to get to know yourself and work on it...for me it’s constant. I know there is other people with my qualities in the world. If you find one, take the time to learn about them and ease your way into friendship slowly. Actions speak louder than words. Prove yourself to be a good human. Be patient. The best relationship of any type comes with time and work.

Let’s see…

Don’t be a fucking retail investor.

Don’t be a fucking commie.

Don’t be a fucking douchebag.

Don’t fucking settle.

Don't stop bettering yourself for you and those you care for.

Don’t stop fucking being YOU!

#westcoastprancer spaztime mybio wildchild speakyourmind

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mubal4 · 4 years

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Life Lessons – From Time on the Trails

Back in October, Halloween to be exact 😊, I wrote this blog on life lessons I learned from wrestling. Around that same time, I had two other ideas in mind about sharing life lessons I’ve been fortunate to learn from other moments in my life. They have both been sitting in my notes to get to and today, as I had one of those quite moments all to myself, while reading, I was reminded about one of those items. I believe the title is spot on but the content will share thoughts about running, specifically on trails and in ultramarathons, but just getting out, into nature, in the mountains, and how, what’ve been able to glean has carried with me over the last several years. As I am thinking about how this will go, my mind shifts to timing really; so, let’s begin with running in general. That started when I was in middle school probably. Well, let’s talk about really running though because in youth sports, football & wrestling specifically, we ran to get in shape and stay in shape. It was probably around 8th grade where I started running, almost daily, outside of practices. That process continued through high school and college with the same purpose in mind, get in shape/stay in shape for wrestling. I can probably say for about 14 years following college graduation, full transparency, I ran 3-5 times per week just so I can eat what I want and drink a lot of beer 😊. Just being honest here. Yes, I did enjoy running and staying in shape and there were some moments, usually a meal a day, that I stuffed some salads in my head but I was likely managing 20-25 miles per week, usually on a treadmill at a gym, running to stay in shape and eat/drink as I wished. 😊 Still funny to think back about that time. I was in my 20’s/early 30’s, living as if I had not many responsibilities, then got married and things got somewhat real right! My running/lifting continued but at this point, not with much purpose other than to still stay in shape and eat & drink beer.

It was right around winter of 2010-2011 where, for some reason, I decided to sign up for a Tough Mudder. I can’t remember why I did it; maybe my boss/friend at the time gave me the idea, but I though that running 13-ish miles and doing a bunch of obstacles in the woods, in the snow, would be cool. So, I started training for it and my typical 5-8 miles runs when to 10-13-mile runs. This was going to be the furthest I had run since high school cross country. This training led me from Tough Mudders to the Spartan Death Races and those 10 or so mile runs grew to 15-20-mile runs. Up until this point however, most of those runs, sadly to say, were on treadmills. Maybe a couple of times a month I would get out on the roads but that was it. In the summer of 2011, because of what we thought was necessary to compete in these races, I felt the mountains was where I needed to be. Living in the suburbs of Philly at that time I thought I was screwed. However, with a little Google search I found a bunch of trails 3 miles from our house and, that magical place where this whole trail running journey began, The Appalachian Trail, about an hour drive away. From June 2011 through June of 2018, for seven years, the Wissahickon Trail and Appalachian Trail served as a training ground for me and where I started to completely fall in love with being out on single track trails, climbing, hiking, and running hours on end.

Here is where the timing aspect comes into play and I believe had a significant role on the impact trail running has had in my life the last decade. See, right around the end of 2009, beginning of 2010, as I’ve shared in this blog many times, I realized I needed to be better. I had to make a change, to be a better husband, father, and human being; for my wife, my girls, and everyone that I am blessed to connect with. It is a long story, but I had a mission and was fortunate to have the awareness to start on this journey that will continue throughout my life. What were those changes? At that point I had no idea other than I needed to do shit differently; not everything, but a lot. So I began getting out of my comfort zone and doing the tough stuff that I tried to avoid in the past; essentially, I did the stuff that I didn’t like to do at times I didn’t want to do them. Nothing magical!! What is ironic, getting out on a mountain for several hours in extreme cold, or burning heat, with things hurting and my not wanting to be there, became something I fell in love what. Kinda sick and twisted but my point in sharing that backdrop is that running, and specifically to me, trail running became incredibly instrumental in my healing, cleansing, transformational process. Sure, there are many times today that I don’t love it, I don’t want to go do it, it is hot/cold…. insert complaint here!!! But, once I step onto that trail, I hear my feet it that dirt, my lungs are hurting from a climb and my quads are burning, then you hit that peak and are able to look around at the beauty; everything stops!! And, when you are finished there is that sense of gratification!

I first started realizing this in 2012 and it has become addictive. There were times back then, and still today, where I am not able to get out on the trails for a couple of days and I kinda go through a withdrawal. It is wonderful and weird at the same time. In 2015 I decided, with the help of someone particular 😊, to do my first ultra-marathon; a 50K in Reading PA. I had no idea what to be in store for and didn’t know what to expect. I felt that being able to run for 31 miles in the woods and mountains would be awesome but also hard as hell; and this race didn’t disappoint in those areas. What I didn’t realize was the culture of this sport, which again, has become incredibly addicting. The people are awesome! Over the last 5 years I have been fortunate to GET to race a bunch of ultra-marathons, as well as, train, and just run/hike in a bunch of ultra-marathons in some pretty epic locations. Sure, there are times when I dread heading out because it is going to be a trail/course that I’ve done countless times. Those first couple of miles you are thinking that this sucks, I got shit to do, I don’t feel like doing this, my knee feels wonky; all sorts of shit brews up in your mind. Then you hit that first climb and all those thoughts subside and you are focused on climbing. Then you get to the top & you breath it all in. Epic!! There are those other times, where you just go with no expectation, no particular destination, no specific trail, you just run. Those are the best ones and that is so awesome about running; you don’t need much to do it; slap on a pair of shorts, a shirt, socks, shoes, and go…. some folks don’t even wear shoes 😊. But there is a lesson, LET GO OF EXPECTATIONS.

I have learned, whether it is a training run or a race, when I don’t have an expectation and just set out to enjoy the day, have gratitude that I GET to do this, that is when it is most fulfilling. That is something that is so important in life because it works the same way. When I wake up in the morning, and it is rare to be honest, that I don’t have my mind racing on what I “need” to do today or what “has” to get done; and my attention reverts to gratitude to be up and moving and all the things I “GET” to experience today; those are the best days. IT IS HARD AS F#%& to have that outlook just some of the time; I don’t know anyone that has it every day. It is a constant battle but so fulfilling when it happens! That’s the beauty of this process that keeps unfolding and that we get to continue learning how to be better, do things different, and grow. I’ve learned that if you just keep going, you will eventually get to where you want to go. This is just perseverance and not giving up. When it means something to you, when you have desire to finish that run, race, business venture, painting, whatever it is, if you just keep moving forward and work a little each day on it, eventually you will get it done. Like running 100 miles, it is one step at a time………or, like that popular saying, how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. I’ve been caught, like so many others, when tackling something big, by getting lost in the enormity of it all. I don’t think anything is that big and anything is attainable; one step at a time. Sure, it gets lost, a lot, and I tend to not be a very patient person a times 😊 (not comments Robin, Alaina, Isabella 😊). But trail running has taught me more patience, perseverance, and just how much we, us, as human being, how much we can take. There are so many times in training and races, and in everyday life too, where I JUST DON’T WANT TO DO IT!! Or, I just want to stop. All the fear, uncertainty, and doubt seeps in and you begin questioning the meaning. How far do I have to go? My knees, quads, feet, etc. hurt. I am tired. It’s too hard. What the hell am I doing this? All these come into our mind no matter what mission we may be on. But there are so many times we continue to move forward, left foot, right foot. We get frustrated, angry, and disappointed maybe because in that hour, day, or year; we haven’t gotten to be where we expected to be in that period. Let go of those expectations because they are all arbitrary timelines, we set for ourselves and in reality, they are bullshit. It really means nothing. I get caught up when a race is coming up in “runner math.” Thinking about pace, distance, time, and what I think would be a cool time to finish running this particular distance in. “Well if I can do this pace for this long and factor in the climbs, downhills, yada, yada, yada……” It doesn’t mean anything really, but, if I can get across that finish line healthy, grateful, with great people I’ve connected with, I have a story to tell. Don’t get me wrong, I get wanting to finish a race in a certain place or time, but that is that person’s mission. Not mine and the funny thing is, whether you finish a race 1st, 20th, 150th, or last – all the dark moments and the questions outlined above still come up. That is the great thing about this sport, about trail running, yeah there are times that differentiate you but the experiences you realize can be incredibly similar. It is all what you want to get out of it and when you let go of those expectations, at least in my experience, is when it is most fulfilling.

Many times, out, again, race or run, I seem to learn something new about me, my surroundings, my body, my life. The thoughts that come up when you are alone on a trail in the middle of nowhere can be mind-blowing, sometimes scary, sometimes incredibly weird. I’ve thought about shit from 30 years ago and had no idea how that thought came into my head. At that point is when you catch a toe and fall on your face 😊, good times right there. I am not solving the world’s problems when I am out there, but I do have instances where I gain perspective on situations. Maybe I could have handled a situation with our family or at work differently. I could have used different language or word choices when having that conversation. A blog or podcast idea or a different way to attack our finances or business ventures next week? Could be as easy as what I think we should all do for dinner this week. Or, the one’s that I particularly enjoy, you think about that one person that you haven’t connected with in a while, stop, snap a picture and send them a text saying, “just thinking about you.”

My intent is not to inspire you to start running. I wanted to share this because I was fortunate to find something that I am passionate about, that positively impacts my journey, mission, my health, and helps me cleanse and heal. For me it just so happens to be trail running. Most importantly, from my perspective, it is directly related to our life’s journey. I can also say that I’ve seen how this sport has impacted many in the same manner. I don’t know what “that thing” is for you that will enable your healing and keep you moving on your journey. My hope is that we all have the ability and awareness to find it and the courage to take the first step to implement it.

“Those destined for greatness must walk alone in the desert.” – Winston Churchill

#PAAZRNR PAtrailrunning AZtrailrunning mountainhealing trailhealing getoutthere

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justanothercinemaniac · 7 years

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #179 - Scooby-Doo (2002)

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

1) According to IMDb:

The idea of a live action Scooby-Doo movie languished in "development hell" throughout most of the 1990s. In 1996, Jim Carrey was attached to play Shaggy and Sara Gilbert was attached to play Velma. At one point, director Kevin Smith was attached, but later dropped out. Later, Mike Myers accepted the project and was the one who most often had his name linked to it (Myers' friend Janeane Garofalo was supposedly tapped by Myers to play Velma). Eventually, even Myers had to leave the project.

This film was originally set to have a much darker tone, essentially poking fun at the original series, and was set for a PG-13 rating. Shaggy was set to be a stoner, Velma and Daphne had a side relationship, and there were many marijuana references. According to Sarah Michelle Gellar, after the cast had signed on, there was a change and the film became more family-friendly.

2) The Case of the Luna Ghost

The Luna Ghost was heavily featured in promotional material, to the point where it seemed like it would be the primary antagonist of the film. This is likely because visually the Luna Ghost is comparable with some of the best monsters from the original run of cartoons. From a storytelling standpoint the prologue wastes no time in establishing the tone and characters which - in my opinion - is actually pretty spot on. It doesn’t waste time in telling us, “This is Fred, this is Daphne, this is Velma,” because you either are familiar with these characters or will figure out who they are very quickly. Also the prologue plays out like the end of a Scooby-Doo episode, where the group tries to execute a plan to catch the villain but it ends up failing.

3) Wait, that’s…that’s Pamela Anderson? AS PAMELA ANDERSON!?

I did NOT catch that as a kid, although in some ways it makes sense. In “The New Scooby-Doo Movies” there was ALWAYS a celebrity guest star who worked on the case with theme (Don Knotts, Phyllis Diller, Sandy Ducan, Batman & Robin, etc.).

4) For whatever problems this film has (but more on those later), they get the characters VERY right. Writer James Gunn (yes, writer/director of both Guardians of the Galaxy films) 100% nails the film’s characterization of Shaggy, Scooby, Fred, Velma, and Daphne. Even when he makes them different from how they were in the show (notably Daphne and Fred) it FEELS right. It feels in line with who the characters are/were in the show and like a natural extension of those people. The reason I enjoy this film as much as I do is because in so many ways they FEEL like the cartoon characters through and through.

5) There are surprisingly deep life lessons between this film and its sequel.

6) Matthew Lillard as Shaggy.

Honestly, Lillard gives the standout performance of the film (although Linda Cardellini’s Velma is VERY close). Like all the actors he is able to support the characterization found in the script with a true to form performance, but he is by far the most chameleonic. You can see shades of Freddie Prinze Jr and Sarah Michelle Gellar in their performance, but Lillard IS Shaggy. He gives off the heart/warmth - as well as the occasional stoner vibe - associated with the character since the late 60s. There is not an ounce of ego in his performance, being totally honest and committed. AND he acts with the CGI Scooby incredibly well. When working with a character who is not actually on set (namely: an animated one) it is important to see them and not see through them. Through all of Lillard’s scenes you believe Scooby is there with him. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he was on set, it’s not like he was added with CGI in post production or anything. And considering Shaggy’s relationship with Scooby is the heart of the film (and that Lillard shares the most scenes with the great dane), the fact that he’s able to nail this is all the better.

7) There are a number of deleted scenes in this film which I think are actually NEEDED for it to make sense in a lot of ways. Namely: when Fred, Velma, and Daphne meet at the airport and we get a juxtaposition of how they’re not as great in life as they say they are.

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8) Sarah Michelle Gellar as Daphne.

This is the first time I’ve watched this film since having become a fan (and completing) “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, so seeing the lead from one of my favorite show in that new light adds a level of fun to the movie. In the cartoons Daphne is not always the most consistently written character (although more modern entries into the franchise do better with this), often being relegated to the role of damsel in distress. But writer Gunn and actress Gellar are able to make Daphne more than that without disrespecting the source material. She’s unique, has her own personality which isn’t always true for the original show. Gellar adds warmth, humor, and gusto to the performance, while her striving against her own role as damsel in distress makes for surprisingly interesting conflict.

9) Wait, ISLA FISHER IS IN THIS!?

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10) The gag above is a good example of how this film was originally meant to be darker and poke fun at the original source material. While the movie ends up much more family friendly, some of these jokes do find their way into the final cut.

11) Rowan Atkinson as Emile Mondavarious is an occasionally fun role (more so for the reveal at the end than anything else), but unfortunately the comedic talent doesn’t get too much of a time to shine. He’s fine it what he does I just wish he could do more.

12) Linda Cardellini as Velma.

Favorably comparable to to Matthew Lillard as Shaggy, Cardellini similarly is able to 100% abandon any sense of herself/ego to support the strong character writing. You don’t SEE Cardellini, you only see Velma. She is able to embrace the intelligence and work with the occasionally cartoonish tone of the character/film in a way which never comes across as annoying but is instead a treat to fans of the cartoon. Also able to play Velma’s occasional insecurities well, Cardellini shines as Velma in a standout performance.

13) I get a big kick out of some of the jokes this film makes.

Bartender: “We got a Mr. Doo here? I got a call for a Mr. Doo?”

[Random guy stands up]

Melvin: “Melvin Doo?”

Bartender: “Nah. Scooby.”

14) Splitting up Mystery Inc. for the first chunk of the movie on Spooky Island makes the film a little scattered from the beginning. We never commit to one point of view or the other and this is another case where a deleted scene on the DVD (I believe it’s called Nightmare Boulevard) helps to slow down the pacing and establish some things better. Because I can hardly fault the script for equating in this film’s structural problems (as I haven’t read the script on its own), but it seems like every deleted scenes in the DVD would have improved the film. So the fact they’re cut is disappointing.

15) I actually really dig the sense of place Spooky Island conveys. Its fascinating, supported by a unique art style and conveying a sense of tone which makes the movie pleasantly macabre.

16)

Shaggy: “Like, Scoob and me don't do castles. Because castles have paintings with eyes that watch you, and suits of armor you think is a statue with a guy inside that follows you every time you turn around!”

This all happened in the first episode of “Scooby Doo” ever.

17) I have a head canon here. So Daphne does the usual bit of, “I’ll give you a Scooby Snack if you go into the spooky castle and be detectives.” Except she was planning on solving the mystery by herself and she came to Spooky Island expecting to be solo. I think she carries Scooby Snacks around out of habit. As a reminder for the friends she used to have, it just so happens that right now they’re actually useful.

18) Freddie Prinze Jr. as Fred

Much like Daphne, the film takes the occasionally flat character of Fred and builds on who he is in the cartoon to make someone who is unique. Fred is utterly buffoonish in the most fun of ways, but he is still human and sympathetic. Prinze Jr is able to make Fred a jerk when he has to be a jerk, but we’re still rooting for him and we still see that he’s Fred from the cartoon. Just with more of a personality.

19) Oh Fred…

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20) The brief set piece of the Spooky Castle ride gone haywire is kinda fun to watch. Slapstick, madcap, energetic, but it makes me understand why the ride was shut down. It’s lethal.

21) I think one of the reasons this film is not so well received by critics is because the mystery can be confusing. Each time I watch it I have to remind myself how one seemingly random piece of information connects to the other (which I think is the victim of some deleted scenes), but here’s what I got: “Mondavarious” is planning world domination after having taken over Spooky Island from the real Mondavarious because the island has demons just living below the surface (I don’t how “Mondavarious” learned this but whatever). He uses the park as a front while at night he lets the demons posses the college kids. He needs to teach the demons HOW to act like “normal” teenagers so he creates an instructional video. His reach is far, even infecting the Coast Guard so no one can help people out on the island. But apparently just by knocking over the vat of souls everyone around the world is cured and we’re assuming all the monsters burst into flames. But why does “Mondavarious” want to take over the world? Just because he’s evil? And why would these super powerful demons let him lead them? I think I’m just going to move on.

22) Did we really need to have a burp/fart off in this film?

23) Mystery Inc. hiding in the armor is very cartoonish, which I mean in a compliment as it feels like it’s right out of the cartoon.

(This was the best image I could find of the scene. It conveys what’s happening well enough, I think.)

Heck, it is at this point in the film when they start really working together as a team again. Which is fun for us as the audience ot watch.

24) Okay, Velma’s boy friend always looked like Orlando Bloom to me. Am I just crazy?

25) Scrappy-Doo.

Scrappy is almost exclusively despised in the Scooby-Doo fandom and this film WORKS with that. As I understand it, James Gunn wanted to make sure Scrappy never appeared in a piece of Scooby-Doo media again. And outside of jokes about the character, he never has.

In the film Scrappy is portrayed as bossy, arrogant, and a general pain in the butt (as he was perceived by the fandom). He even pees on Daphne in what Fred calls, “marking [his] territory!” before getting kicked off the team. And potentially the best part is this:

Velma: “He wasn’t even a puppy! He had a glandular disorder!”

26) Apparently in the original script, Velma and Daphne were having a relationship on the side. This deleted scene plays into that more than anything else.

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Is it wrong that I ship Velma & Daphne? Even if it is, I don’t care.

27) The CGI for the monsters is - at times - sort of lacking. I think this may be a key reason that the Luna Ghost was heavily marketed instead of the actual demons which make up the majority of the film: he’s more interesting to look at.

28) As a kid, I LOVED “Man with the Hex”. That songs did and still gets me pumped, so I always smile when it plays in this film under a chase scene. Also, the use of the song during the previously mentioned chase is very in style with the original cartoon (which would often use songs by The Monkees during chases).

29) It’s fun seeing Daphne stepping up to take charge in the absence of Fred and Velma. Although unfortunately the deleted scenes and lack of focus the film has means we don’t get to see this as much as I would like.

30) Another example of deleted scenes making the plot confusing: it is never established that Velma is possessed, we never know why there’s a random scream from somewhere in the island to tip off demon Fred that something is wrong. But a deleted scene establishes this. Making me wonder: why was it even deleted?

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31) While I do love James Gunn’s characterization and tone in the script, could the film not come up with a better reason for Shaggy & Scooby to have conflict instead of them fighting over a girl?

32) Similar to note #31, the scene which established Daphne getting possessed by a demon is deleted. So we just see her kidnapped then Shaggy finds her head in a vat. That’s it. Another instance of a deleted scene which should’ve probably been kept in.

33) And here I was thinking Shaggy was the only one of the gang who dabbled in hallucinogenics.

Fred [when Shaggy is holding his disembodies ectoplasm head]: “Listen man; someone must’ve spiked my root beer last night. Talk me down man. Talk! Me! Down!”

34) It’s kind of fun seeing Sarah Michelle Gellar perform as her then-boyfriend-future-husband Freddie Prinze Jr and seeing Freddie do the same for his then-girlfriend-future-wife. Although I must say Prinze does a better job playing Gellar than vice versa, but that’s not to mean she isn’t good playing her partner.

35) So Scooby-Doo theory is that it’s always the first person they talk to. And guess why the first person they talked to was when the gang arrived to Spooky Island: “Mondavarious”.

36) This hits me harder than I expected it to.

Shaggy [trying to save Scooby’s life after they fought]: “Who’s your best buddy?”

Scooby: “Raggy?”

Shaggy: “That’s right. And who’s my best buddy in the whole wide world?”

Scooby: “Rooby-Roo?”

37) Let’s just just take a moment to appreciate the fact that this movie decided to make Scrappy-Doo the bad guy.

THEY MADE FREAKING SCRAPPY THE BAD GUY! Oh my god, I love that so much more at twenty-one than I did when I was six. Although, unfortunately Tim Curry turned down the role of Mondavarious because Scrappy was in the film (THAT’S how much Scrappy is hated).

38) The “Buffy” fan in me smiles every time I get to see Sarah Michelle Gellar get her martial arts on.

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39) It is really satisfying - if a little expected - that Fred allows Velma to take credit for the plan which captures Scrappy.

40) File this one under “Jokes I Didn’t Get As A Kid”.

Scrappy: “If not for you meddling sons of -”

[He’s cut off.]

So I know this film isn’t exactly Oscar worthy. The structure is a mess due to messy editing, some of the humor is infantile, it’s a little scatted. But you know what? I like it. I’m a fan of the franchise so watching this film is fun. It makes me feel like a kid again. The characters are spot on in both the writing and acting, the tone is fun, and it’s just a good 90ish minutes to shut your mind off too. If you’re a fan of the series, there’s a good chance you’ll be a fan of this film.

#Scooby Doo #James Gunn #Sarah Michelle Gellar #Linda Cardellini #Matthew Lillard #Freddie Prinze Jr #Isla Fisher #Pamela Anderson #Epic Movie (Re)Watch #Movie #Film #GIF

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therealkn · 5 years

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David’s Resolution - Day 16

Day 16 (January 16, 2019)

Mimic 2 (2001)

“I live in the ground. My family’s all dead. Sometimes it makes me feel sad and lonely. Sometimes it makes me feel angry. I think about the other insects. Do they have families too? I want to know if they’re happy. Because if they are happy, I want to hurt them.”

And now for the first direct-to-video sequel of the resolution. Because Miramax decided they needed to screw with Guillermo del Toro’s Mimic some more after they already meddled heavily with its production and editing. Four years later, we got a direct-to-video sequel that’s... passable.

It takes place four years after the events of the first film. Remi (Alix Koromzay), a minor character from the first movie, is now the main character, working as a teacher in an inner-city high school while also serving as an entomologist. She’s become the prime suspect in a series of murders where all the victims’ faces were mutilated... and all of them knew Remi. So naturally Det. Klaski (Bruno Campos) suspects her of being the murderer, especially since her love life is a string of constant failures, and she has a wall full of selfies she takes after being emotionally wrecked by them. That’s... strange. I’m guessing her relationship with Norman Reedus in the first film didn’t pan out. ...Oh, I forgot to mention that. Whoops. Yeah, Norman Reedus is in the first Mimic in a small role as a guy at a water treatment facility, and this was I believe his first film role, two years before he joined Sean Patrick Flanery as one of the Boondock Saints.

But it’s obviously not Remi who’s the killer, and we the audience know that. And Klaski begins to figure out that something’s not adding up, especially when a top-secret special ops team headed by the mysterious Darksuit (Eddie Albert) is investigating the trail of something that’s been around Remi’s apartment and school. But who or what could it be... I’ll tell you right now that the culprit is a Judas Breed insect, the last survivor of the mass destruction of the breed at the end of the first movie, stalking Remi and killing any men who get in its way. And its end goal is to mate with Remi. I’m not going to begin to explain how that is wrong on either a moral or scientific level. I’m sure the teratophiles out there might not have a problem with this and if you don't know what those are, it’s the fancy way of saying ‘monster-fucker’. [This has been your vocabulary lesson for the day.]

Even though it’s clearly a sequel made to squeeze more money out of a property, it isn’t that bad. Then again, I can be optimistic when it comes to watching movies and I try to find the good in things because I don’t want to be an overly cynical nitpicky motherfucker who complains about everything. So there’s that. But really this one isn’t that bad. Like the first movie, Mimic 2 looks pretty good, with a city that looks bleak and full of steam and some nice moody lighting, although the school setting isn’t as cool-looking or scary as the abandoned subway in the first movie. The acting’s alright for the most part, basically what you’d expect from a DTV sequel to a theatrical film, but for what it is, it’s alright.

On the weaker side, however, while it has a good mood, it doesn’t have that same creepy and unsettling feeling the first movie had. I mentioned before that the first Mimic could have been a run-of-the-mill monster movie, and this does feel more run-of-the-mill and by-the-book. This is probably what the first film would’ve been if the Weinsteins got their way. Although the ending of this film is pretty interesting. And some of the CGI effects aren’t very good, which I get because it’s a lower-budgeted DTV sequel, but there was one effect that I actually laughed at because while I’m willing to give a pass on not-so-great CGI (the first one didn’t have the best either), this one seemed inexcusable in how bad it was. That’s the kind of bad CG that can just kill the mood, even if the mood is “silly and kinda crappy DTV horror film”.

This movie’s obviously not as good as the first Mimic, but for what it is, it isn’t bad and it at least tries to do something different while keeping a little to Del Toro’s original film. At least they had the decency to do just the one sequel.

Next time: Miramax does not, in fact, have the decency- Okay, no, you know what? Let’s get the other one out of the way so I can move on to a better movie. Time for a double dip!

AND

Mimic 3: Sentinel (2003)

“What is it you want me to see?” “I think we found a dead body.”

Okay... Mimic 3... oh, this is not a great film. It’s so far the worst film I’ve seen for my resolution, but it’s not a terrible film. It’s just... you’ll see.

The movie follows Marvin, a man in his mid-20s who was one of the last children to contract Strickler’s disease way back in the opening of the first film. He’s recovered from the disease, but it’s affected his health permanently, as he suffers from environmental hypersensitivity and can’t leave his room for long periods of time. So he passes the time by using his camera to observe and take pictures of his neighbors in his apartment complex. If this plot sounds familiar, just replace “health issues” with “broken leg” and you have Rear Window.

Marvin begins noticing strange things in the neighborhood, particularly a mysterious neighbor he calls the Garbageman, who he thinks may be involved in the disappearance of some of his neighbors. He tries to call the police but, naturally, the police are basically helpless. So he and Rosy, along with one of his neighbors, Carmen (Rebecca Mader), decide to investigate on their own, and soon they find out that the Judas Breed is still alive and growing...

Right away, I can say a couple of things in the movie that I disliked. One is the story. It doesn’t really have much to do with Mimic, as the Judas Breed stuff isn’t really that important to the story. You could have replaced them with something else and it may not have made the movie better by doing that, but it would make it feel less like someone doing a remake of Rear Window and then throwing a bit of another movie in there so they could call it a sequel to whatever movie they took those bits from. I’m also not too fond of the lighting either. There’s quite a few nighttime shots that are so dark I can barely make out what’s happening in the movie. It’s the same problem with Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem, except somehow worse in this movie.

As for stuff I did like... well, Lance Henriksen’s always cool. Even if he doesn’t really have all that much to do in the movie and it feels like they tacked him on, it’s still nice to see him. The rest of the actors are just okay, but Amanda Plummer’s pretty good as Marvin’s mother, even if I feel they could have used her more. And I appreciate that the movie does try to do something different even if it’s copying another movie, trying more for Alfred Hitchcock’s style of suspense compared to the more action-heavy approach that Mimic 2 used, and I think that this could have worked if it were better executed, but it sadly falls apart once it reaches the last act of the film. I know that J.T. Petty, who wrote and directed the film, can and has done better, as he went on to write the Outlast games and was one of the writers of season 2 of Telltale’s The Walking Dead games. I’m not trying to be harsh to the movie, I guess I just feel disappointed that it could have been better, you know?

All that said... you know, I’ve seen worse horror sequels. I sat through Rob Zombie’s Halloween II, and that’s one of the very few movies that legitimately pissed me off. This one just felt disappointing. It had some promise, but it just isn’t great. Maybe check it out? I dunno.

Next movie will be a good one, I promise.

Next time: What is a ghost?

#David's resolution #Mimic 2 #Mimic 3: Sentinel

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Trucy, you don’t need to take sides. There’s one side. The truth. And both Apollo and Phoenix are on that side.

They’re not at the same bench but they’re on the same team. It’s gonna be ok.

“I’m sorry too, little lady! this is all my fault..”

Oh so trucy gets an apology, but not Apollo? cool cool whatever

Trucy, if Phoenix and Apollo become bitter enemies over a property dispute then they weren’t really all that close to begin with.

Dhurke: invalides trucy’s feelings while simultaneously spouting more of his Manly Man shit

“one minute we’re trading blows, and the next, we’re having drinks together”

well if that’s his mentality i can see why he thinks its ok do be an utter fuckwad to everyone

“We’re simple creatures at heart! Hah-hahahaha!”

yes... men are so simple at heart... they’re just a bunch of neanderthals... thanks Dhurke, truly you are the way to the future.

To be honest, I am glad that this is a civil case. When I first saw the publicity I was sure they’d made Phoenix a prosecutor for no reason and I was furious.

I’m not super glad at the way things turned out but at least the bullshit counter didn’t go into the red and explode.

Phew. I’m actually sighing in relief here. Maybe I can pretend what follows is all a friendly game or something.

Aww; poor Judgey’s confused :(

...they seriously don’t need to have a falling out to be on the opposite side of a courtroom. Lawyers face each other all the time.

They don’t have to hate each other, they just have to keep things professional, otherwise they’d cause a conflict of interest. Like... it’s not ideal but tbh it’s more a danger to their clients than each other.

Y’know, I’m gonna dare to be optimistic here; as much as I hate this storyline and most people in it, this is actually an interesting and character-developing scenario.

Apollo has to face off against his mentor, the guy who... well I’d say Kristoph taught him all his tricks, but Phoenix was a sort of moral guiding force, I guess. Apollo standing up and holding his own against a superior is a legitimate way to show that he’s come into his own. Plus, since it’s not framed in a negative light (or at least, it shouldn’t be) it’s more impactful than phoenix being straight up evil since that would make it easy to take him down. This is a contest between two people who simply happen to be on opposite sides of the chess board. Again, it’s a pretty legit way to show Apollo’s growth.

...that said, I just wish it wasn’t happening after zero character build up and a heaping serving of bullshit. :T

Oh well. At least they got something right.

it is pretty hilarious how much they’re trying to up the drama though. it’s not that deep, guys

I guess Atishon just doesn’t have legs

[snerk] his shitty speeches are actually kinda funny. ...if a little cliché.

...he’s standing... but I'm still not ruling out that he’s legless...

Tbh, even though Atishon is clearly lying, the fact that Datz basically threatened the orb out of Buff does make this kind of in their favour.

...Apollo, don’t overcomplicate the case. All you have to do is prove that it’s not the crystal and you can have it.

Reasons Apollo would make a good rebel: He doesn’t blab his rebelness all over the place for no reason.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR MS. SKYE

nice ankles, ms skye.

“Ema..?”

“Use some manners, we’re in court”

thats not the way you acted the last time you were called as his witness :/

whoa seriously whats with the sudden crazy 180 for Ema? Yeah, she’s grumpy, but suddenly she’s acting like Apollo’s some rude little shit off the street. Why is she upset that he’s going up against Phoenix? Why does he need to apologize? JUST BEING ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE COUTROOM DOESN’T MAKE YOU ENEMIES.

or did the SOJ team forget the lessons we learned in the trilo–– oh who am i kidding they’ve never even laid eyes on those.

“You’ll never get the job done with that attitude. Take it from someone who’s been there” Been where???? Been where, Ema?????? what the fuck are you talking about what is going on

haha the fey statue and the urn were ‘stolen’, huh? yeah. stolen from a better game.

pfft. So Buff’s some Kaitou Kid type, huh?

y’know ive been neglecting to mention it but have you noticed how much they skimp on animation compared to DD? DD had like 20 tiny animated cutscenes, and SOJ has one lame one at the beginning of each case to set it up. I can’t believe they even slashed the animation budget.

has anyone noticed how unfocused 3D phoenix looks. he looks like he’s just. staring out into space.

i love they don’t use gendered pronouns to refer to Buff’s kid. Remember the last time they did that? Mr. Andrews......

“I was shocked to see the urn that came from Kurain in Kurain”

anyway quit referencing actually good games, SOJ. Back to the shame corner for you.

oh COME ON. How do you steal a fucking wall relief?!

and he really couldn’t just get a fucking permit? what the fuck is this

“but good intentions are no get-out-of-jail-free-card”

they are a sentence-lightening card, though! either way, this is one of the things i like most about AA. No matter how good your intentions were you still dont get away with cold-blooded murder.

OR KIDNAPPING, AURA. HAVE FUN IN JAIL YOU SHITTY EXCUSE FOR LESBIAN REPRESENTATION.

every single theft of an artifact can be attributed to Dr. Buff. every single one.

alright, so we’re back to that whole ‘missing object report’. Thing is, unless there really IS a Crystal of Ami Fey, this wouldn’t work out. Atishon has to provide evidence that he owned the item, or that it existed in the first place. If this crystal turns out to be made up I’m gonna pitch a fuckin fit.

Don’t disappoint me, SOJ.

“Wimperson”

ah, SOJ, with all the comedic genius of a third-grader.

...to be fair i could say the same about Larry but i like larry and AA1. and it also plays into his phrase-thingy!

seriously. gimme pics of the crystal or we’re gonna have some serious problems.

“So how do you know this item is the thing he’s looking for”

“he said so”

THATS. NOT EVIDENCE.

oh judge, your oldness never ceases to be to be enjoyable

(that wasn’t sarcasm btw i love that dumb running gag)

seeing phoenix scream from the opposite side of the table is very enjoyable. just because i love seeing phoenix scream but also like having that scream not mean something bad for my case.

i get to have my cake and eat it too! <3

um i dont think you can put dashes in email addresses.

“Don’t tell me!”

“Oh, but I will anyway.”

I love Apollo so, so much.

so you looked far enough into this that you tried to hack his computer but you’ll accept “its mine cause i said so” as concrete proof of something??

“Maybe the recipient of the email was a dog lover!”

he might be on the other side with the kid gloves off but phoenix is still Phoenix “a baseball also has stitches” Wright.

fuck. he walks to the bench. he cant not have legs.

...but maybe........

what the fuck

Atishon has the same birthday as my dad

DISGUSTING

oh my god, seeing phoenix /sweating/ on the other side is even more surreal

i also love that everyones making ‘politicians are gross’ jokes willynilly but they all forget that they’re Criminal Defence Lawyers

“This is... Quite... a thing... you’ve said”

I'm wheezing

this is turning out to be way funnier than i expected

please SOJ I'm having fun don’t stop me now

i mean he has a point. if Atishon leant the item to Bluff to study that still means that Atishon owned it in the first place.

HOWEVER, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PROOF OF THE ORIGINAL ITEM IN ANY WAY RESEMBLING WHAT WE’VE GOT HERE.

its so weird to see phoenix on the wrong side of the bench that i keep getting his voice wrong when i read him out loud. i keep making him sound deep and authoritative instead of... well, how he usually sounds.

“Well, grandchildren ARE meant to be spoiled... I mean, that’s what grandfathers are for!”

judgeyyyyyyyyy

im crying

ema: can i fuck off now

“lets get more info on the crystal”

FINALLY. thank you, athena.

NO, NOT ITS HISTORY, DAMNIT

PROVE THAT IT EXISTS AND YOU OWNED IT.

“back in the old country”

...england..?

pft i though his testimony said “The Hilarious History” instead of illustrious history and i was so ready

“he protected the spirit mediums, a minority back then, from the rest of the locals”

well thats a big fat lie because

A) Kurain village is build on mediums

B) no way the Fey clan would allow a male ruler

we could reaaaaaaaallly use some photo evidence, Atishon.

“One Ives Shineto”

ok what the FUCK. where the hell are all the women?! HEY. SOJ TEAM. DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT THE oh of course you didnt fuck meeeeeeeeee

also whats that pun

FFFF PHOENIX YA LIL SHIT

“The transformation the mediums underwent when channeling spirits frightened the locals”

i am glad to know changing your entire bone structure is as scary looking as it sounds. of course, i doubt people would be frightened for too long when they were talking to deceased loved ones.

i must say they did do a good job writing Atishon’s lines.

“The Kurain channeling technique is known to have originated from Kooraheen, and Ami was said to travel there to train”

No, Ami invented the technique, and according to your backstory, she lived there first. Can you even keep your own facts straight?

I mean, apart from all this being bullshit and i hate it.

i legit cant believe it took THAT LONG for phoenix to point out the fact that the handover agreement was signed under duress.

that'd be like, the first thing i pointed out.

...ah, there it is. I knew this couldn't stay a happy little civil case for long. Here comes the murder.

Also, really Phoenix? You didn’t bring up the fact that he might have been killed any earlier too?

Now that theyre bringing up the pile of books, I realize how ridiculous it is that there were so many of them on the ground. Pulling out one book might dislodge one or two next to it, but not the entire shelf. For the books to have fallen like that, they would have needed to have been shoved from the other side, or for the shelf to have listed forwards. neither of those things are possible. and nobody noticed this?!

i mean the only reason i didnt think about it was because i knew this was murder from the start.

Man, Phoenix, with all your “with respect for the dead” talk, it sure did take you a while to bring up the fact that you knew he was murdered and the police should probably be getting on that right now.

>edit: Actually I just realized how despicable that is; keeping the fact that this was murder secret just to use it later on as a quick bargaining chip in your civil case.

Hey capcom? You can screw up the series all you like but FUCK you for making Phoenix a skeezy piece of shit on par with the likes of von Karma. Because you know who else withholds information that sensitive for such a petty reason? MANFRED VON KARMA.

Fuck you, capcom, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK you.

“Did you forget who you were up against, Mr. Justice?”

All I do is hurl baseless accusations!!

wow the second this turned into murder i just got tired of this case. Also, Phoenix, you better back your butt back to your seat. Being a murder case, this requires a prosecutor... something that you are not.

theres AN AUTOPSY REPORT. WHY ISNT THIS A SEPARATE TRIAL. THIS SHOULD BE A SEPARATE TRIAL; THIS SHOULD BE BEING... TRIAL-ED IN ANOTHER COURTROOM. you can reference it, and use it as evidence, BUT YOU CAN’T JUST COMBINE THEM.

Damnit, Capcom, I TOLD YOU NOT TO DISAPPOINT ME.

BUT YA JUST COULDN’T HELP IT, COULD YOU.

...Datz is in the gallery... But he was just in jai–– fuck it whatever

ok now that this is a murder trial Atishon’s non-answers aren’t funny anymore, theyre ANNOYING. I WANT THIS SHIT TO BE OVER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. YAP ME A CONTRADICTION OR I’LL CRAM YOUR BELOVED PLAQUE UP YOUR POLITICALLY INEPT ASS.

“Try me, o lord of plebs”

its been a long time since any meme-y type person has called someone else a pleb... please try to keep up, SOJ.

i love that phoenix, at the end of each statement, politely states “get the fuck on with it, asshat”

why the fuck did he

fall asleep what

OOO THE JUDGE YELL

AW YEA

“What did I ever do to deserve this?”

you existed in the first place, Apollo. I’m sorry.

No.............

I do not like that Phoenix used the phrase, “Witness, I think it’s time for you to come clean.”

You know who uses phrases like that.

Assholes.

“You should know I always come fully prepared, Justice!”

( buy it, buy it, buy it, buy it––)

...Right, so Phoenix isn’t a prosecutor but he sure as hell has been doing a lot of prosecutorial things. Calling all the witnesses, explaining the case, etc.

Oh and he and and Atishon still didn’t tell anybody that Buff was most likely murdered right off the bat so ffffffuck you capcom

Fuck you, Datz. Stop laughing and fucking focus on the fact that you’ve been accused of murder and it’s kinda tough on your ol’ pal Apoll– oh wait silly me i forgot none of you give a rats ass about him. All you do is laugh and eat and sit around waiting for Sadmad to come home.

“Better brace yourself, son”

Hey guess what Dad warranty expires if you haven’t made or tried to make contact in 20 years so get that word out of your nasty mouth, Dhurke.

“Worried this might make a rift between you two...

...and that you might then leave the agency”

haha

“Hahaha. She has an active imagination”

hahahah

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

“...Nothing a little persuasion couldn’t handle.”

Capcom. If it was something douchey. I will tear you in half.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR

robot guy

i remember when i used to be excited for each new case. now I'm just scared what new horrors the next will bring.

hang on why does the drone not have a special sound font? if it didnt disguise the operator’s voice it would be kind of obvious who they were...

HOLY SHIT MISSILES

SO... THE WHOLE “BOMBS IN THE COURTROOM ARE HORRIFIC THING” FROM DD IS JUST FORGOTTEN, HUH??

hang on.

“Capitalist pig; I’ll turn you into pork stroganoff”

is “Sarge” legit Russian, then? That explains the “Komandir” thing. Shit, I have to change my voice.

ok so Sarge is written with an American Sargent phonetic accent, but uses Russian rankings and seems to be communist. What am I missing???

“I guess he does dress like he’s in the military...”

hes a paratrooper!!! why dont you know that? i thought you grew up with him.

“That’s true. Papa didn’t keep our house locked up.”

...the... archeologist... with a house full of priceless treasures... didn’t lock his fucking doors.

hey congrats for trusting the mediums and all but guess what? thats irresponsible as fuck and incredibly stupid for a supposed thief so I'm kinda surprised it took you this long to be discovered/bumped off.

those have got to be nerf bullets cause firing a GUN in court is just fucking ridiculous. like too far for Ace Attorney. Melee weapons, ok. Long range firearms? No.

...Though... Note to self... Next time, when creating parody prosecutor, you now have legit grounds to just give him a fucking gun........

“Sorry, but I’m afraid lawyers are missile-proof.”

Note to self. Upgrade gag prosecutor to missile launcher.

ooh, i see this drone is in the same vein as the Assassin’s Radio.

“Courtroom warriors don’t use guns or missiles, because evidence is our weapon of choice!”

Ahah! THATS why prosecutors are so violent. They never have any evidence to back up their assertions so they just fuckin ASSAULT people.

i... had a little chuckle at ‘truth bomb’

“What’s with him and Siberia of all places?”

Well context wise it seems he's some kind of... Defected-to-communist American?

Huh. Athena’s powers must be based purely on sound waves then. Interesting.

Anyway, it’s mood matrix time! Hooray!!! I’ve warmed a lot to the Mood Matrix to be honest. I like the glowy lights.

I’m gonna make a guess right now that something was on fire. Cause thats some PTSD shit right there.

pfft the gallery was so on board with their new judge overlord. Also thank goodness this is Ace Attorney and this shit is allowed to fly, cause you’d get your ass handed to you if you tried this in real court, pal.

Um, I wouldn’t dig any deeper if sarge is still in such a state. It’s not... safe. Either that or you best hope that thing’s bottomless magazine has run out. Plus, I love that whoever’s watching over the actual Sarge in the Lobby hasn’t tried to stop them when they noticed them SCREAMING AND PRESSING THE ‘FIRE’ BUTTON REPEATEDLY.

Or they’ve left Sarge unattended and the Dark Age of the law isn't over because it was an omnipresent thing to begin with...

its ok, game. contrary to what you think, you did write Sarge’s backstory in a memorable enough way for me to remember it up until now.

Huh.

HUH.

So... the person involved in writing Ace Attorney Investigations... Has written a sequence in which we must burn evidence to prove a point, huh?

DONT YOU HINT AT ME, GAME

that solemn moment of reflection doesn’t include Phoenix cause he’s over behind his desk bawling his eyes out

“I’LL BE YOUR NEW PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

actually Athena’s got a point. Her tragic backstory is much more similar to Sarge’s than Apollo’s. She can properly relate to losing one’s last family member in a horrific way.

S––

Well, considering her age, Cutesie Pan-up shot for Armie.

Apollo’s having serious Robin Newman flashbacks right about now

ahhhhhhhhhh. her mom was Russian. It all makes sense. Tbh just for now, forgetting everything else, this kind of does feel like an old case. I’m at peace... for now.

i guess it’s less of an orb and more of some kind of lantern then. Cause you can’t really burn a crystal

unless its

whitcrystal

hahah

hahahahahahahhaha

so far I'm ranking the cases from best to worst: Magical, This part of Revolution, Foreign, Rite and Storyteller.

sgsjgsjsjjs athena’s INTENSE LOOK OF HUNGER as Apollo burns the orb

“I wanna see me some sweet mama goddess”

damn shit thats her face

thats uh

ohhhh

oh i see. I was wondering what the ‘great power’ the orb could bestow upon people was, and now I realize that since it depicts her face, if someone knows her name, they could channel her. And since she's basically an actual goddess that would bestow some serious power.

not bad, not bad at all.

i know i highly dislike Kooraheen but i legit feel kinda blessed

“The issue is crystal clear”

*seals phoenix’s fate with a fucking pun*

dont keep saying “did we just win” before the verdict is handed down, you'll jinx it.

oh hey, blackmail. its like a perfect reenactment of Capcom getting Phoenix to sign onto this sequel.

Phoenix: According to the legend, once the founder returned... She would bestow spiritual power onto the person who solved the riddle.

Apollo: ...Y-youre kidding, right?!

[Apollo looks flummoxed, the gallery whispers. We cut back to Phoenix’s smirk, and then––”

???: Phoenix... Just give it up.

[Phoenix screams in shock. We pan back to Apollo......... Who now has D-Cup breasts and a very familiar face.]

/...i wish.

legit tho i cant believe he's trying to pull this. I'm cackling

this is the lawyeriest lawyer ploy ive ever seen

“What’s gotten into him?”

bad writing.

sdsgsdhjafhgj EVEN THE JUDGE IS CALLING BULLSHIT IM CRYI

(sigh) i guess we’re really gonna have to finish this, aren’t we. oh well. on we go! let’s forge ahead!

y’know i just remembered that Pearl appeared like, once in this. Was that her only part? I guess she just existed to remind us that Kurain village used to have girls in it.

noooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuck

i really hope the contradiction doesn’t require pressing because i aint sitting thru this fuck’s antics again.

it has rounded corners.

and its huge.

phoenix and apollo’s objections are too similar, i can never tell who’s screaming.

“There haven't been many murders there, I take it”

well........ not “many”

i love that Atishon pledges to banish murdeer from Kurain village and Apollo is all “yea good luck with that” like Murder is inevitable, even in a tiny village like Kurain.

Thats. kinda terrifying.

...though considering the way Kurain is...

i cant tell phoenix and apollo’s voices apart (sigh)

i never know whose objecting

Phoenix: my client couldn't have viewed the murder directly from where he said he was, but the fact remains that he had inside knowledge of said crime!

...phoenix, you’re just trying to help apollo along, right? you didnt seriously believe that that sounded positive to your case, instead of Shady as Fuck, right??

“You talk big, Mr. Justice, but do you have what it takes?”

he just finished telling Phoenix he was about to put what Phoenix taught him into practice. Phoenix should be swallowing a lump in his throat and trying not to cry of pride right now.

“that suitcase could be a weapon anyone could use!”

yeah... yeah! even someone in a wheelchair!! oh wait wrong case.

..........but we still have someone in a wheelchair

a 3D crimscene view

haven't seen that shit since AAAJ

‘THAT SHITSTAIN ON THE BOOK PROVES HE WAS HAVIN THE COFFEE SQUIRTS, CASE CLOSED BOYS”

sorry i just felt like being vulgar

“and there it is, the final excuse cornered killers are so fond of”

holy shit

i love apollo

phoenix shut up please, just shut up

let it end

let me rest

oh wait

ah here we go.

“hes a bright young politician with a future ahead of him, its in our nations best interests to avoid burdening him with the taint of scandal”

hey, uh Enshiro

ill never forgive you for putting those words in Phoenix Wright’s mouth

“Lawyer! Do something! Or a bad thing will happen to ‘her’!”

no? nobody else heard that incredibly obvious threat? nobodys gonna

“whats he talking about? well, i can ponder that later. for now...”

FUCK

YOU

DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN THAT IS CONNECTED TO YOUR FUCKING EARS?!

HOW THICK HEADED DO YOU HAVE TO FFUCKING BE TO NOT RECOGNIZE A GODDAMN THREAT WHEN YOU HEAR ONE YOU

YOU

YOU PUTRID PICKLED RED PEPPER?!?!??!?!

Athena: oh yeah i also heard Atishon making blatant threats at Phoenix but meh, phoenix made me pinky swear not to tell.

I’m not shitting a lung in fury, I’m just getting rid of an organ i dont need through the nearest available passage. I’m perfectly calm and not cursing this game, Eshiro and his entire team to the pits of their own stupid made up hell.

“I had no idea. This must’ve been excruciating for him.”

i wanted to write a sarcastic jingle but i had trouble coming up with rhymes, so the blunt bottom line is:

when you’re not good at writing, simply steal clever and impactful plots from previous iterations so that you’ll seem clever and exciting

i mean

nobody even remembers Farewell my Turnabout anymore, right????

what the fuck is his deal with being king

OH SHUT UP DURKE

GO FUCK YOURSELF

think youre gonna steal Franziska and Mia’s thunder????????????? no

you aren’t a fucking fraction of an inch as cool as either of them.

“he’s saved my neck so many times”

when

“where there’s a will, there’s a way”

how about where theres a whip, theres a better game?

“wait................... maybe we can summon the founder now that we can see her face??”

aww. you got there in the end, didnt you apollo.

...that doesnt automatically spare Maya’s life. Pearl is also a spirit medium. And i’m fairly certain there are other–– oh wait SOJ retconned that neverMIND

anyway, Atishon could still bump Maya off and then force Pearl to channel Mamma Kooraheen

OH MY GOD HE JUST BROUGHT UP PEARL

WHY PEOPLE ARE SO STUPID

WIMPERSON BROUGHT UP PEARL

THE IDIOT VILLAIN BROUGHT UP THE FLAW IN YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN

GSEGFISGUILSGIULSGUI;SRHG

“pearl wouldn't help you if anything happened to maya”

um. you morons think he’d politely ask her to help??? he's already kidnapped someone and threatened their death?? he and his founder aren't above torture or blackmail????????????

you FUCKING MORONS

why even bother resigning? just do what you did before and let him go to jail.

...this’d better just be a lead up to his breakdown animation

YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKSTAINS JUST END IT ALREADY

END IT END IT END IT EDN TI EDNEI HDFI HSRLG SIHFLIHIR HF;LIVHLSIRHIGHISRHOVGLORIH’WI’HSGOI’WSGZIHSI

“if only you'd been smart enough to kill the girl, too...”

wow

...what the fuck

well that was... interesting.

i cant even celebrate Phoenix congratulating Apollo, I'm just so tired

there are like 85 sarcastic remarks i could make but I'm just so exhausted

yay we got the orb

dootdootdoot dootdootdoot

even the judge doesnt want to have anything more to do with this.

im right there with ya judgey

“All I can say is, thats my boy!”

NO, YOU DONT GET TO CLAIM PARENTAL PRIDE OF THIS KID

HES NOT YOUR BOY

YOU BARELY RAISED HIM

GO HOME AND DO YOUR SHITTY COUP

“Still, its kinda nice to be appreciated”

if only you actually were, Apollo

yeah, thought so... ill bet they dont even channel her. cop out.

“tsk, thats no fun” indeed, trucy

i love how nobodys like “OK WHERE’S MAYA??? IS SHE OK???”

its fine her whereabouts are unknown and the last info on her was just that her life was in danger

pfffff

its alright, Armie has a place at the WAO

"i knew if i admitted i could walk, id have to leave the house”

uh honey newsflash: you can leave the house in a wheelchair too. I'm pretty sure your dad would let you stay inside anyway

christ how fucking corny can you get. I CAN WALK AGAIN. why dont we just have Tiny Tim in here throwing away his crutch and dancing a fucking jig

see, there we are. Maya’s still in danger you fuck wits.

and part one is over, folks! i am pooped. and furious.

till next time.

#sulking over SOJ #im so.... i #this fucking game good christ this fucking game

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mccoys-killer-queen · 6 years

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My Personal Creepy Nostalgia

Do you guys ever revisit old places from your past that are hella creepy but you never noticed it? And it just kinda bites you the wrong way? Like you’re looking at a decaying body of someone you once knew?

This is me pretty much being a great grandma telling stories about a place no one remembers.

Yes, there is a story ahead: read on if you’d like.

So I went to this Catholic school really close to my house as a child (only for elementary/primary school, it closed down when I was younger). And there was a PTC there (parent/ teacher council). Right next to the actual school was a separate building that used to be the school in the 1800′s, then it was the convent for the nuns a really long time ago, but in the early 2000′s it was no longer the convent and the middle part of it was the preschool. I went to preschool in this building in the middle level. The upper level was just abandoned bedrooms/storage, and the lower part was where the PTC meetings would happen (along with special ed lessons, and extra uniform storage in the back of the kitchen).

During these meetings on the lowest level, the Kids™ were forced into The Room Across the Hall™ so they didn’t Interfere™ with The Meeting™. So during these meetings that we spent in this room, it was kind of exploration time, but they wouldn’t let us leave this room and we would get in trouble if we left. In this room there was a big couch, an old TV/VCR on a small stand (but no tapes to play except maybe one really old crappy animated Christian movie). Sometimes the preschoolers came here to watch movies during school days.

During these meetings, me and the other kids would try to do anything to entertain ourselves. At one point we asked ourselves, “Hey, where does that door go?” What I mean by this is that behind the couch, there was this big old-looking white door that none of us had ever really taken the time to notice. So one day during one of these meetings we decided to move the couch and see what was behind this door. It took all of us (maybe 5-8 kids ranging from age 3-9) to move the couch enough so we could get to the door (this was probably like 10-12 years ago so forgive me if it’s not clear).

Throughout this whole thing, whenever a parent would come in, we’d stop and act like we’re doing Catholic Children™ things and not trying to break into a different part of the bulding whilst trapped in one room. We discovered that the door was actually really hard to open, and it took my older sister (who the oldest one there- maybe 8-10 at the time) to open the door and lo and behold, what’s there?

A brick wall, and nothing more.

As disappointed as we all were (and the small amount of trouble we got in), it was a legendary day, and if I ask some of my old friends (who were also kids in this group) they’ll remember this, too. That was the most memorable day out of all the days we spent in that room, because I hardly remember anything else so specifically.

So flashforward maybe 5-6 years, and this school closes when I’m in 4th grade, and no one goes in that convent for years. Flashforward 7 years after that, and now it’s the present day.

Ever since the school closed, it was a common occurence to walk from my house to the abandoned school grounds and just explore (which was something we actually did when the school was still functioning, but rarely). We’d look through some windows, go into the creepy yard out back, subtly vandalize the doors, get nostalgic because me, my sisters, and a lot of people I know once spent the majority of the beginning of our lives there.

For some reason, though, for years I couldn’t bring myself to look into the convent (mainly because the first time I looked into the school after four years of not being in there, it inexplicibly freaked me out so much to the point where I nearly fainted- which NEVER HAPPENS). I just felt like it would freak me out too much if I looked into the windows there (also maybe because I thought I would get in trouble for being on the grounds; the front of the convent is a lot more visible to the public than any other part of it)

Also, something happened in the summer of 2016; the main water pipe in the convent broke, and for days upon days no one noticed until water was leaking out the front door. It rotted out the main support beams, and now they’re planning to tear it down. Ever since I heard the news, I couldn’t help but wonder what the inside of the place would look like, all rotted out and decaying away. it wasn’t a pleasant thing to think about, and it kind of hurt to do so.

I heard the news a year and a half ago, and the building’s still here. Granted, the building’s over 120 years old and it’s gotta go, but I’d really like to see the inside of it one last time.

That bring us to today.

Today was like any other time we went on the grounds when we were bored. We spend about 20 minutes there at most, look through windows, wander, chat, check on the Door in the Hill™ (different story that I won’t say on this post). Only, this time, for some reason, I felt really drawn to the front door of the convent. My younger sister was saying things like “oh god, Rachel no, don’t do it, oh god” because the thought of looking in there freaked her out (understandable, she was really little when it closed and some deep memories are in there). My friend who was with me, however, didn’t mind at all (as she had never been inside the buildings).

I go right up onto the doorstep, and look inside, ready for whatever for some reason. I look inside, expecting to see an old hallway, staircase, The Room™ that had the ugly green walls where the meetings were, The Room Across the Hall™ with the walls that looked like my living room where the kids had to go, and what do I see? All of that, exactly how I remembered it, nothing was changed, but everything simply looked... dead.

The floor of the entrance hall looks dusty and warped, almost giving you the vibe that you would die if you touched it. I could’ve sworn there was old paint on the floors or something, but they were barren and moldy. The room where the kids had to stay looked exaclty the same, but the drywall in all the walls is gone to the point where there’s only beams visible (oddly enough, there’s a Barbie tent in there, too). I look in a different window, closer to The Room Across the Hall™, and there’s rubble everywhere, the walls are gone, but what’s still there?

The door to nowhere that we managed to open 11 years before

Everything’s still the same in the convent. No one’s touched it in 7 years, yet it looks like it’s been abandoned for 40. It’s like recognizing someone you knew, but they’re long dead. There’s still the staircase right in front of the door, next to the room we were forced to stay in, and I could tell you exactly where you’d be if you followed the weird bend at the top of the railing that I always loved tracing with my fingers in preschool. I could tell you where the small, dark, ominous hallway would lead you, and how there were two rooms at the end of it, a room with a big table and a whiteboard, and a normal kitchen with a small laundry room in it. I could tell you why there was a door at the end of that hallway and why we’d rarely go through it, despite the reason not being as creepy as you’d think.

There was normal life in that building for a long time, and now it’s exactly as normal life had left it, but dead and decaying.

And I could tell you a thousand things about that place, that place that looks like it’s been abandoned since 1971 but was only left to die in 2011, but no one ever asks.

And someone my age would see how it looks in there and think “wow, what a creepy ass place. I’d never set foot in there” but to me, that’s where I spent a good chunk of the beginning of my life, and now it’s less than nothing to anyone. I’ve never even heard people bring it up in a conversation besides me.

People like me look through the windows and see a huge white door on the wall and completely overlook it, seeing the walls rotted away and the broken furniture. They’d walk away from that sight never knowing that that door was the source of a first adventure for 7 kids in 2007, not knowing how much it sucked to sit in there for 3 hours every other weekend, not knowing how fun it was to run around the upstairs like it were a labryinth and how it gave a few younglings an insight on what it felt like to break rules, and led them to enjoy it quite a bit.

No one knows all those stories, but I do. And I’m not even 17 yet and I can tell you all these strange and quaint things about an old rotting building that no one looks at anymore, and no one really remembers being in. It just makes me feel... ancient. Like I’m a great grandmother saying “You know that old building on Valley Street they’re going to tear down? The one that’s all rotted on the inside? That’s where I went to preschool!” And it sounds like everything I say happened in 1930-1938

Only it didn’t happen in 1930-1938, it happened in 2004-2008, and many people were there. People just forgot so easily, and never wondered about it again.

And now it’s all forgotten except in my mind.

#i need to go the fuck to sleep #I'm getting existential #I'm gonna see this in the morning and go #what the fuck rachel holy shit calm down what did you eat #deep shit #just me getting deep #creepypasta i guess #creepypasta #nostalgia #childhood memories

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justanothercinemaniac · 7 years

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #164 - Twitches

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes, but I was young.

Do I remember it: Mostly.

Did I see it in theaters: It was a TV movie, so no.

Format: DVD

1) Don’t judge me.

2) Seriously, don’t judge me. Most of us have those movies that we bought as a kid and don’t really watch anymore. That doesn’t mean they’re bad or that we should feel ashamed for owning them, it just means we shouldn’t be judged.

3) Now that no one’s judging me, let’s see which fantasy movie clichés we can cross off in the first few minutes.

Dark vs light? Check.

A prophecy? Check.

Chosen ones? Check.

Questions about their birth? Check.

Magical mentors? Check.

4) I like the idea of the twins being of the sun and the moon and it ties into a surprisingly well done juxtaposition we achieve between the two.

Cam’s Mom: “As long as the sun’s up, she’s up.”

Alex: “If the moon’s up, then I’m up.”

It’s easy to have a twin-relationship feel cliché but the film works with it well. The whole ida of Cam is day and Alex is night. Cam still has her family, Alex is reeling from the loss of hers. The fact that Cam is a skilled artist while Alex is an author. The both have a sense of the future, but Cam feels the positive and Alex feels the negative. And this is just what we get from them BEFORe they meet. Once they do we have Cam’s initial excitement played against Alex’s sheer panic and an immediate bond between the pair which is surprisingly interesting. They compliment each other and complete each other, balance each other out. It’s a surprisingly nice relationship to see play out on screen.

5) Karsh can at times feel wooden to me but I like the pair of him and Illena, the mentors who watch over Cam & Alex. They’re best when they’re together, able to compliment each the other’s personality well and bring out fun sides to them.

(Screenshot taken of a GIF set originally posted by @xkaitiannex)

6) So to get a job Alex walks into a store, bugs the manager (I’m assuming it’s the manager) and starts right away without an interview or training or even submitting a resumé.

(GIF originally posted by @beigency)

7) Okay, I first saw this when I was nine. I immediately called the uncle who married his dead brother’s widow as the bad guy because 1) Lion King and 2) creepy. Also now that I have more knowledge about certain things, I recognize that the name Thantos (that of the evil creepy uncle) is remarkably similar to Thanatos which is the greek personification of death.

Wait a second...this guy was on an episode of “Friends” I found on TV last night. Literally just last night. He played a male nurse. And there is no way I would have noticed that if that episode hadn’t literally been on 13 hours before now. Huh.

8) There is this nice internal conflict with Alex. She has this feeling of guilt over finding a new family and her biological mom when her mother passed away just three months ago (which is remarkably soon, I mean damn). But in all honestly she’s the only one who feels that way. She even blurts out at one point, “I’m not trying to replace my mom!” to Cam when that literally wasn’t part of the conversation they were having at all. It’s a nice bit of a drama to see play out.

9) I was pleasantly surprised by how witty some of these lines were.

Alex: “I’m driving in a Porsche with my twin sister. Magic truly seems to be the logical explanation.”

10) The sisters go from “oh my god, we have magic!” to accepting that and trying to control it REALLY quickly. I guess we have to keep things moving fast in an 86 minute movie.

11) I find the visuals behind Cam’s art to be really strong.

I know they probably didn’t have this in the budget, but I can’t help imagining the scene where Alex gives Coventry’s backstory would hve ben pretty great if they had incorporated this art style into it. Like the Deathly Hallows scenes in the seventh Harry Potter film.

12) So like the next three notes or so are about lines which I think are strong.

Cam [after opening her closet door and entering into Coventry]: “This is not my closet.”

Alex: “In a weird way I’m kinda relieved to hear that.”

13) I love this line, if only for the world implication buildings it has. But mostly because of how it takes a classic sci-fi/fantasy trope and sort of makes fun of it.

Illena: “Oh, the world has infinite dimensions. Well nine. Maybe nine-and-a-half.”

14) I’m Karsh in this situation.

Illena: “I wonder if we should’ve mentioned they’re marked for death.”

[Karsh looks at Illena like he’s on “The Office”.]

Karsh: “Why would we tell them that?”

15) Hey, did I mention Thantos is kinda creep yet? Well, if I haven’t...

Thantos [to his dead brother’s widow, who he’s married to]: “Even though I’ve never laid eyes on your daughters, I already love them as if they were my own.”

(GIF originally posted by @centralperksource)

16) Hey look, another line which is in here purely because I think it’s clever!

Illena [to Karsh, after walking through walls]: “I went through some 70s wallpaper that’s gonna emotionally scar me for life.”

Gonna be honest, that line had me laughing for a good couple of minutes.

17) So apparently Cam lives in a place called Waverly. She is a witch/wizard who lives in a Waverly place...

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18) This is a Disney Channel Original Movie. You gotta have some cheesy dorky moments that feed right into whatever “SNL” makes fun of about this channel.

Cam [after both she and Alex call themselves Twitches]: “Twin!”

Alex: “Witches!”

Both: “Twitches!”

Roll credits!

19) So far most of the character conflict has been focused on Alex and the guilt she feels over finding a new family. Now we get to see Cam freaking out when things get a little too real for her.

Cam [after The Darkness tries to kill them]: “This was supposed to be fun! You know! Magic and sparkles and castles and unicorns!”

She runs off the first time trouble comes her way, ditching Alex to do so, because she’s never dealt with conflict in her life. She’s never dealt with anything bad in her world before. And she knows this is kinda crappy for her to do and she deals with that, but it’s important for her to face that fear and cower a little first before picking herself up by the bootstraps and moving forward.

20) So for a brief part of the film the Aly & AJ song “Rush” plays. That was my freaking jam as a kid. I like the darkness it has to it and the mystery and the sense of foreboding. I got major nostalgia when I heard it. Next to “Like Whoa” it was my favorite song of the sister-group.

And yes, I am now listening to “Rush” because of this recap.

21) I didn’t mention it before but I like the relationships both Alex and Cam have with their loved ones. The relationship with Cam’s parents specifically are a nice healthy alternative to the “rich girl is forced to meet standards by her parents” (this Kate Winslet in Titanic), instead giving us a relationship of love and humor and warmth.

Cam’s Dad [after Alex gives him a big bear hug and says how much she loves him]: “I don’t know if I’ve just been played or if that was one of those moments which makes parenting all worth while.”

Cam’s Mom: “Oh honey. [She kisses him on the cheek. Beat.] You’ve just been played.”

22) Similarly, the relationship Alex has with her best friend Lucinda has been really strong throughout the film. But Lucinda is very clearly feeling under appreciated by her friend, as this exchange was earlier in the film.

Lucinda: “You’re like family.”

Alex: “Like being the operative word.”

And then after Cam ditches Alex, Lucinda gets this wonderful bit of appreciation.

Alex: “The only person I can ever count on in my life is me.”

Lucinda: “Wow. You know that’s kind of a sucker punch for someone who just made you a birthday cake.”

When I was a kid I was disappointed that Lucinda didn’t show up in Twitches Too (no, I don’t own Twitches Too; so I’m only doing a recap for this one).

23) This message was surprisingly powerful for me. Maybe it’s because of the way the world is or because I wasn’t expecting it, but I think I’m going to hold it close from now on.

Cam’s Mom: “If there’s anything I know it’s that love is infinite. You can always make more when you need it.”

24) I might care more that Thantos was really The Darkness if they’d taken the time to develop him more. But again: 86 minute Disney Channel Original Movie; if it comes down between developing Thantos or the titular witches I’m glad they went with the latter.

25) Man, this WAS released in 2005. I dig it.

26) I’m a sucker for A+ sass game. Except I can’t decide who has the better sass here.

Thantos [to the twins’ biological mother]: “Sadly, you have nothing left.”

Cam: “That’s not true. She has us.”

Thantos: “Thank you, I stand corrected. Sadly, they’re all you have left.”

Alex: “Is he just asking to get slapped?”

27) I like that the final lesson of the film was not that evil is snuffed out with light but with love. I have issues with the trope of darkness = evil and light = good in all media, so while this film does fall into the former of darkness = evil I’m glad they decided that it is love - not light - that beats darkness. I think that’s a good idea to hold onto in this world.

Can I be honest? This was much more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Yes, it’s a Disney Channel Original Movie from 2005 so it’s no Harry Potter. BUT I found myself compelled by the relationship between the titular Twitches. Some of the humor was strong, the lesson of love was effective, and it was just a solid film. If you’re looking for a nostalgia trip, you could do a lot worse than Twitches.

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