#he saw it in a movie once and decided that yes. that is the ultimate form of romance.

[comfortless]

König would keep a picture of you in a heart-shaped locket…

#he saw it in a movie once and decided that yes. that is the ultimate form of romance. #bonus if you are not entirely aware/met him once in passing and though you two spoke neither of you gave out your contact information #he snapped the picture as you walked away smiling and now he holds it close hoping he will see you again soon… #maybe gets a bit brazen and leaves a package at your door with a locket of your own and a picture of himself inside of it #there’s no return address on the box and #you’re not entirely sure who this hooded man is but the locket is pretty… has a ‘K’ engraved on the front of it…why not wear it?

[evermourning]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. ˚｡୨୧˚

pairing: Lee Felix x GN!reader

genre: drabble, non!idol au, established relationship, fluff(?)

wc: 1k

warnings: lots and lots of kisses, suggestive, making out, language, pet names (honey, sweetheart, babe, lix)

summary: you have an amazing idea. the idea in question being a romantic tiktok trend that your boyfriend is over the moon about trying.

a/n: so...i was listening to cigarettes after sex and i remembered that one tiktok trend to k., and ik it's dead now but IT WON'T BE DEAD UNTIL I DO IT RAHHHH so here's me feeding you guys while the last two lovertober entries are being worked on

Felix knew something was up the second he stepped through your door.

You had texted him randomly, a cryptic message he'd stared at for an actual eternity (five minutes) attempting to decipher but ultimately giving up.

"come over. as soon as possible."

Were you in trouble? Did you want to fuck him? Was it both? He decided he should just go over to your apartment to see if you were okay. He slipped on his coat and left hurriedly.

You were on the couch, dozing off to some early 2000's movie you couldn't bother watching. When the door opening, you jolted out of the state you were in and turned to stare at Felix, a look of utmost delight upon your features.

"Hi, honey." You cooed, getting up from under the comfy blanket to snake your arms around his neck and press a loving peck to his plush lips. "You look lovely tonight."

Blood rushed to Felix's cheeks, turning them the color of blossoming pink roses. You were wearing his shirt and a pair of simple, black sleep shorts. Felix gulped, trying to fight the urge to pin you to the wall and kiss you until your lips were raw.

"What do you need? I saw you wanted me to come over quickly so I rushed here." Holy shit, he was a blabbering mess. You grinned.

"You know that one Cigarettes After Sex song, right?" you asked, plopping back down onto the couch and pulling out your phone.

"Very specific." Felix teased, hanging up his coat before awkwardly sitting down beside you. However, he relaxed once you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Hey! But it's called K., and it's that one where it goes like 'Stay with me, I don't want you to leave'..." you tried to explain, and Felix giggled.

"Yes, I know it. Did you call me all the way here for a song recommendation?" You shook your head, before zeroing in on the black, form-fitting turtleneck he'd been wearing beneath his heavy coat.

"Not really, no. There was this trend that was going around...I don't remember when, but every time I hear the song I think about it." You mused, gasping softly when one of Felix's arms made its way to wrap around your waist. Good god. "You look really hot in that turtleneck, by the way."

"Thank you, sweetheart." he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Now, what was this trend about? I feel like I know what you're talking about..."

He knew exactly what you were talking about. To be honest, he was overjoyed you were even bringing up the idea to him. Being kissed all over by his partner sounded like the perfect Saturday night.

"I hope this jogs your memory, then!" You pulled up a video you had saved on TikTok, moving your phone over a little so that he could see it better. It showed some girl putting on lipstick, and messing it up. Then, a hand reached into the frame to wipe it away, and the camera panned to show her boyfriend, covered in lipstick marks and staring at her affectionately. "So...what do you think?"

Felix was staring in awe. Which pretty much answered your question.

"Please use that one burgundy lipstick you have. I'm begging you." He murmured quietly, still staring at the video on loop. You laughed out loud with glee, dashing off to go grab it.

Felix was waiting patiently, staring at the empty doorway as the distant sounds of you rummaging through your drawers excited him to no end. He just hoped he wouldn't get too excited...

When you finally came back, holding the tube of lipstick he loved so, he swore the butterflies flitting around inside his stomach began migrating. He changed the position he was sitting in so he could lay his back comfortably against the armrest of the sofa. Unfortunately, every one of his emotions were on full display as you climbed on top of him, straddling him.

"Wow, you're pretty red, Lix. I'm a little worried that the lipstick might not show up!" You slyly teased him, only adding more color to his adorable cheeks. He reached up to caress the soft skin on your cheek, his lips curled upwards into an endearing smile.

"Babe, I love you and your teasing but put on that makeup and fucking kiss me already." Felix grumbled playfully. You had no hesitation as you applied the dark lipstick, leaning down to press kiss after kiss onto his freckled face until his skin was stained red inside and out.

Felix felt like you were edging him.

You'd kissed everywhere except his lips, and it was making him feel embarrassingly needy. You noticed this, and with an airy giggle, you moved towards his lips. However, at the last second your head swiveled and you left a mark on the corner of his lips. That was his final straw. With a groan, he reached up and pulled you down so he could kiss you passionately, his hands going to your waist to steady you.

His kisses were dripping with love and adoration, fiery with desire. They slowly became more and more intimate, tongues dancing with each other. Your hands went to his blonde hair, holding them tightly. When you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to him like some otherworldly string of fate, your lips were swollen and his were the color of spilt red wine.

"You can't jus' leave me hanging like that, sweetheart. C'mon, get my neck too." He said, panting. His chest was heaving. You liked it.

"But you're wearing a turtleneck." You pointed out, blinking once, twice.

He grinned.

"Exactly. Go ahead, take it off of me." With his help, his expanse of tanned, bare skin was exposed to you. A perfect canvas to create art upon with your lovely lips.

Needless to say, you never finished filming.

@evermourning, ©2023. all rights reserved.

#ren writes!! <3 #evermourning #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #felix skz #lee felix #lee yongbok #yongbok skz #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix imagines #skz imagines

[tg-pilled]

How TG characters would react to being in Saw traps:

(These aren't specific traps because I haven't seen enough movies to torture my pookies properly yet 😾😾😾)

Kaneki

Pre-Jason: Cry, shake, throw up. Would probably die from the stress and overthinking before that cunty Billy Puppet could even Think about rolling in

Post-Jason: Would not hesitate to break a bone but would also act in rash ways. Would probably manage to escape the trap but wouldn't seek for help after because he's emo brocken core 🥀🥀🥀

Haise

Approaches it from a logical perspective. 100% escapes but tries not to injure himself (or others if it is a joined trap)

Touka

Would probably curse out whoever put her in the room the entire time while solving the puzzle / getting through it. Like. "YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH, I'M GOING TO GET YOU" *solves the puzzle* She 100% beats the fuck out of the Billy puppet when he rolls in once she's done like she is Not gonna have it

Hide

We all know our boy is SO smart, but he doesn't have the healing properties of a ghoul so he would have to be extra careful with it

Nishiki

Gets his swearing out BEFORE he starts solving the puzzle which ultimately costs him time so he dies. He's definitely smart enough and rash enough to do ANYTHING to get out but I feel like his attitude would get in his way

Uta

Tries but ultimately decides he doesn't give a fuck so he just opts to die

Renji

Definitely tries but realizes he also doesn't give a fuck. His only motivation would be to keep protecting those he cares about but if the creator of the room told him they were dead then he'd probably just die too

Ayato

Like Touka, he gets mad except he sits there for a while stewing in his anger because he hates when people boss him around and he'll prove he's the best by escaping with only a little time left

Eto

Solves it SO quickly and kicks serious ass once she's out

Rize

Solves it and then serves absolute cunt while hunting down the guy

Jason

Considering how he reacted when Kaneki turned the tables on him, he'd probably lay down and cry

Tsukiyama

Acts like he knows what he's doing and then dies because he does not in fact know what he's doing

Juuzou

Compliments the person who made the room while solving the ever loving fuck out of it

Amon

I honestly have NO clue what he would do. He seems like the type of guy to say, "You're under arrest!" in a situation where he does not have the ability to arrest someone 😭 He's definitely smart enough to solve it, he would just probably be saying, "Do you know who I am??" the entire time 💀

Akira

Solves it and then complains that it ruined her schedule for the day 💀

Saiko

Doesn't give a fuck probably. That or she would cry. Or both. She'd cry and then not give a fuck.

Ginshi

I'm sorry but that man is NOT surviving. He's smart but he definitely is a different type of intelligent to what Saw traps might require. I think in a physical one, yes he would. In one that required more attention to detail and shit...maybe not.

Mutsuki

Cries and then beats the ever loving fuck out of the trap and kills the person that did it

Urie

Solves it and just goes about it silently, unphased, and logically. He can't let his kidnapper know he's scared

This is for shits and giggles, don't take it too serious and I'd love to see other characters you guys think about in Saw traps. All the characters are def smart enough to solve them but it's funny to imagine them in there

#tokyo ghoul #pilledtalks #saw au

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

Spy x Family Code White Plot

After seeing the new trailer of the spy x family upcoming movie, I was curious to see if there were plot spoilers available and I wasn't expecting to see that there is!

After receiving an order to be replaced in Operation Strix, Loid decides to help Anya win a cooking competition at Eden Academy by making the principal's favorite meal in order to prevent his replacement. The Forgers decide to travel to the meal's origin region, where they set off a chain of actions which could potentially put the world's peace at risk. (Source: IMDb)

Looks like the stakes are much higher than the events in the manga and anime!

It's going to feed us well. There's just so many things happening, I was so surprised, they're going all out on this movie.

Here is the translation of the story that was posted on the official website

An era when countries around the world were engaged in a fierce information war.

Loid Forger, codenamed "Twilight," a talented intelligence agent in the WISE division of Westalis Intelligence, is on his usual mission when he receives an order to change his assignment for the ongoing Operation Strix. However, the new man chosen for the job is incompetent.

Meanwhile, a cooking competition is being held at Eden Academy, with the winner rumored to be awarded a Stella Star. In order to show even the slightest progress in Operation Strix and to negotiate with WISE to continue the mission and ultimately protect world peace, Loid suggests to Anya that she make the "Melemele," a traditional pastry from the Frejis region and a favorite of the principal, who is also the head of the judging panel. Thus, the Forgers decide to take a family trip to Frejis to taste the real thing. On the other hand, Yor witnesses an exchange between Loid and the mysterious woman before their departure, resulting in some uneasiness about their temporary relationship during the trip.

During the trip, Anya discovers a suspicious trunk case on the train. Inside, for some reason, there are chocolates. While wondering, the owner of the trunk case returns, and in her surprise, Anya accidentally swallows the chocolate. However, the chocolate hides a serious secret that could threaten world peace!

And just like that, a series of happenings occur on the journey! The fate of the world has once again been entrusted to this temporary family. (Source: Spy x Family code white wiki taken from the Official SPY X FAMILY website)

Loid is being replaced?! Like WHYYY?? what is happening?! What is WISE thinking?!

And he's doing everything to stay and continue the mission?! That's like straight out of the fanfictions I've read and I love to see that in canon!

And it looks like Yor is going to be jealous again, I'm also excited to see how Loid/Twilight would deal with that (I'm sure the mysterious lady would be Fiona since we saw her talk to Twilight in the trailer or if I'm mistaken, maybe Handler)

And Anya being kidnapped again. I'm so excited to see what lengths the Forger parents are willing to do to save their daughter (Yes, give me the worried Father side of Loid that I didn't see enough of in the Red Circus Bus Hijacking Arc).

So many things are happening, and I'm super hyped to watch this though it may come out later in the Philippines.... but hey, it's worth the wait!

#spy x family #loid forger #spy x family manga #twilight #anya forger #spy x family anime #sxf anime #sxf manga #twiyor #yor forger #thorn princess #spy x family code white #sxf code white #spy x family movie #tatsuya endo #I'm so excited for this movie #I don't mind spoilers from those who can watch this earlier than me

[strangermarvelss]

spring break- e.m (pt 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: you and your friends decide to go on a trip together. only problem is you’re surrounded by couples…and your nemesis

Warnings: enemies-to-lovers, angst, bullying, fighting, jealousy, confrontation, eddie being a sweetie pants, happy ending :), not proof read tbh

Request: Yes

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: here she is, part three as requested. i hope you all enjoyed this little mini series, i had a lot of fun writing it :)- sava

part one | part two | part three

With the slam of you car door and the grip of your backpack becoming tighter, you begin to walk towards the double doors of Hawkins High once again. With spring break officially over, you were in the home stretch of finishing high school, still undecided on where you might be continuing your academic career. With the events that transpired at the cabin over break, your mind was telling you Stanford was the only real option. The school would be an amazing opportunity, but so would Notre Dame. The only real plus of moving to California was not having to see Eddie Munson ever again.

During the last days of your trip, you ultimately decided staying in your room would be the best way for you not to lose your cool anymore. Everyone seeing you cry and Eddie rejecting you hard was the cherry on top of the shit sundae you were dealt, and thought retreating into yourself and the abyss of loneliness that you were all too familiar with was the only route to go. On the rare occasion you joined the group, you completely ignored the metalhead, his words directed towards you met with silence or the scoldings of your friends. They knew you weren’t in the mood to deal with his shit anymore, and you thought Eddie would pick up on that too.

Once you got home, you stayed in your childhood bedroom for the remainder of the break, only coming out to watch the occasional movie with your mom or dad and eat to make sure you didn’t die. Countless phone calls came in to your home phone, Robin, Nancy, and Steve checking in on you to see how you were holding up. You always brushed them off, either rushing them off the phone or not answering at all. You knew deep down they didn’t want to keep dealing with this shit between you and Eddie either, considering you two practically ruined the trip, even if your friends never said that. 

Pulling open the doors, you’re met with the same loud nonsense that always occupied the halls of your school, only now you saw it as more of an annoyance rather than something you could always look back on and laugh about. You make your way through the crowded hallway and towards you locker, opening it to stuff your backpack inside and grab the books you need to get through the first few periods of the day. With a sigh, you close the metal door and turn around, making quick movements towards your first class of the day.

As you watch the other students pass by you, you see the face of the man who made the last week or so of your life a living hell with fake promises and hurtful words barreling towards you. He looks up and meets your eye contact for a moment, before your eyes quickly make friends with the floor beneath you as you watch your feet pick up the pace. He wore a sad expression on his face, his lips curved down in a frown you weren’t that used to seeing on his face, with his big personality always finding a way to make him and those around him smile. Except for you. 

You weren’t sure why you cared or thought about him as much as you did. The years he had spent making your life a living hell put you in so much pain, as did the night in the town along that cobblestone path. You never understood why Nancy’s brother, Mike, always talked about Eddie with such fascination, his eyes always beaming as he discussed the campaigns the metalhead would plan or the theatrics he pulled throughout the day. That was, until you saw the softer side of Eddie when the two of you had sex.

The way he cradled your head and held you close when the two of you laid down in bed together after you finished. The attention he gave you as he pleasured you with his tongue and fingers, the thought always sending chills up your spine. The sincerity in his voice as he spoke to you about how sorry he was for hurting you with his mean comments earlier that night. There was a soft side to Eddie that not a lot knew about. Until he built up that wall again and let his devilish demeanor reign true. 

You slide into your desk for your morning math class, opening your notebook and tapping your pencil against it as you waited for the rest of the students to file in. Being this early to class was never your style, opting to talk with Nancy and Robin in the mornings before the initial bell rang. You knew with your distant attitude you would be better off just waiting for the day to get started and trying to make your way through it, not being the best conversationalist with your depressing demeanor. 

You look at the clock and notice no one else has entered the classroom. You knew there were people who would get to class much earlier than you ever did, but seeing no one in here yet when there was about 15 minutes until the official school day began? That was unheard of.

You watch figures zoom down the hallway, girls giggling and other students yelling as the flew by the classroom. You slide out of your desk and approach the door, seeing a crowd of people gathered at the end of the hall. From your other side, more and more students charging at the opportunity to see what’s happening, making you more suspicious than you were before. You see a girl who you actually have math class with and stop her for a moment.

“Do you know what’s going on down there?” You ask, nodding your head towards the swarm of students.

“Heard there’s a fight going on, so I’m checking it out for myself. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and Brad ‘the babe magnet’ Smith. C’mon!” She exclaimed, taking your hand and running down the hallway with you.

Eddie and Brad? In a fight?

Your feet move quickly alongside your classmate as you grow closer and closer to the commotion, finally picking up on the dialogue between the two boys as you see their figures. Eddie has Brad pressed against the lockers, his fists balled in Brad’s varsity jacket.

“Take it back,” Eddie spit out, his voice seething as his face was mere inches from Brad’s, reminding you of all the times he’s gotten close to you while throwing insults your way. 

“Why should I Munson? Thought you hated Y/N,” Brad replies, a sinister smile plastered on his face. You watched as Brad’s knee quickly makes contact with Eddie’s groin, causing him to let go and wince in pain. Brad takes his vulnerable moment and lands a punch against his cheek, knocking Eddie down to the floor on his knees.

Did Brad just say your name?

Were the two fighting…about you?

“Doesn’t mean you should say that stuff about people,” Eddie finally replies, clear pain etched in his voice. Brad laughs and takes another swing at Eddie, which he ultimately ducks at.

“It’s true though. Everyone around us agrees that she’s probably the biggest slut in the school. Hell, I’m surprised you have hit that yourself, freak,” he says. Eddie rushes to his feet and dives at Brad, throwing a punch his way with his left fist, knowing it’ll hurt thanks to the three rings that reside on his knuckles. 

You felt frozen in time as you watching the two boys continue to throw punches and insults at one another. Why was Brad saying these nasty things about you? You’ve only been with 3 guys total before you and Eddie hooked up on the trip, thinking about how that’s not nearly as bad as the amount of notches Steve Harrington has under his belt. But I guess that classic double standard for women applies here just like it does everywhere else. 

But the most confusing part of this fight? Why was Eddie, out of all people, trying to defend your honor?

Another punch is thrown Brad’s way, but he catches it mid air, laughing to himself as he looks at the anger on Eddie’s face. Your breath hitches as you watch Brad twist his arm behind him, Eddie letting out a painful yelp as the jock brings his face close to Eddie’s ear from behind.

“I bet the whole basketball team could just pass her around like some used up little play thing at this point,” he says, causing the whole crowd to fall into a hush at his words. You felt eyes from different points in the now formed circle looking towards you, the classmate who dragged you along scooting away from you as she watched your reactions. Eddie’s free elbow reaches back and slams into Brad’s stomach, causing him to let go and for Eddie to have the upper hand. Brad’s features twist in anger as he charges for Eddie once more, landing another hit to his jaw. You shake yourself out of whatever trance you were in and let out a deep breath. You were the one who needed to end this.

You step forward and sandwich yourself between the two boys along with a few of the Hellfire boys who had come just shortly before, trying your best to break up the fight. You and the boys start tugging at his arms in an attempt to get away from Brad, with Brad’s former football teammates doing the same for him. You watch Brad breathe heavily, his eyes darting between you and Eddie, everyone staying silent as the circle begins to disperse, the bell warning everyone to retreat to the safety of their classrooms. With a sigh, you turn around and face Eddie for the first time in over a week, his cheeks pink and lip busted. 

Shaking your head, you grab his arm and lead him to an empty science classroom you knew nobody would be in during the first period of the day.

“Sit,” you demand, pointing to the lab counter as you run to the back of the room. You gather a few paper towels and run them under one of the sinks in the room, ringing it out a bit before coming back to Eddie and placing the towels on his cheek. He’s quick to wince at the feeling of pressure against the sensitive skin, but you hold out your hand, trying your best to keep calm as you move his hand to where yours was, silently telling him to keep holding the towel there. 

You step back for a moment and begin to pace back in forth in front of him, your mind running at a thousand miles a minute as you try to collect your thoughts. It felt as if you could barely process the entirety of what just happened, your critical thinking becoming impaired as you replay the fight over and over in your head. You stop in your tracks and direct your attention back to Eddie, whose eyes are as wide as dinner plates watching you.

You walk back closer to him and begin hitting him in the chest, the anger you’ve built up over the course of the past week finally getting the best of you and letting it all out. Why did he have to say those hurtful things to you? Why did he continue to try and push you with his little remarks he knew you hated? Why was he defending your honor to the asshole jocks of Hawkins High?

“Ow, ow, ow! What the hell, Y/N?” Eddie asks, bringing his free arm up the shield his chest for your fists, carefully swatting at you to stop. You huff in response and stop your actions, your face scrunched as you look at him.

“What the hell me? I should be asking you that, asshole. What the hell were you thinking back there? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt Eddie,” you scream at him. Your breathing began to pick up, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as the anger starts pouring out of you.

“You didn’t hear what he was saying about you, Y/N. It was gross and nasty and I couldn’t just stand by and let him!” Eddie tries explaining to you, his voice sounding just as irritated as your own.

“Yeah, I got an idea of what he was saying during your little fight,” you tell him, stepping back from him and beginning to pace once more. “Besides, why do you even care? You don’t have to be some knight in shining armor for me. You were the one that said there wasn’t even an us to worry about.”

You watch as Eddie’s feature falter, his defensive expressions molding into a sad one, the curvature of his lips pointing in a harsh frown before he hangs his head in shame. Stopping your motions, you watch Eddie’s shoulders begin to move harshly, hearing a few sniffles.

Was Eddie Munson…crying?

“Eddie?” you ask, coming closer to him and tilting his head up a bit. You notice a few fresh tears sliding down his uncovered cheek, with a few trapped in his gorgeously long eyelashes. You knew you shouldn’t be getting this close to Eddie after everything he’s done, but that part of your brain, the same part that told you to go ahead with sleeping with him, told you to stay. The pad of your thumb comes in contact with the wet spots on his cheek, wiping them away as his eyes avoid your own.

“I’m an asshole,” he lets out, his voice full of hurt as he presses the damp towel into his skin more.

“I mean, I know that. Care to elaborate why?”

“I treated you so badly, Y/N. All the shit I’ve done to you. Not only just on the trip, but over the last few years. I’ve been so harsh and stupid, I couldn’t pull my own head out of my ass to see any real hurt I’d done. Not until that night you pulled me aside along that path,” he explains to you. Taking a few steps back, you watch as Eddie’s eyes finally meet your own, his sad doe eyes full of sincerity.

“Then why did you?” you question. You cross your arms and stare at him, trying to hold the ground you’ve been building up over the course of a week. “I mean, what could possibly make you treat someone as badly as you treated me over the years?”

“Because I don’t know how to handle these feelings I have for you, Y/N!” He exclaims. You press a finger to your lips as you shush him, trying to be quieter. You wanted to hear him out, for him to explain why he did what he did. The answers you’ve dreamed of knowing ever since this all started a few years back were finally coming out and you wanted to finally get that closure, a great parting gift before college.

“I grew up in a broken home, never really knew what love felt like. I’ve been stuck with Wayne since I was a kid, and sure, he’s not an asshole, but I’ve never had that typical nuclear family that everyone seems to have around Hawkins. So when I saw you for the first time and started getting to know you, these new feelings started coming up and I didn’t know what to do with them. So I did what I always do and ran away from them,” he explains calmly. 

You take a moment to sit on those words. Sure, you knew about his past and why he was with Wayne to begin with, but you had no idea it was such a big part of why he was who he was.

“That doesn’t explain why you slept with me,” you whisper out, breaking the eye contact and looking to the floor. You hear his feet plop to the ground and watch those bright white tennis shoes step closer to you.

“When I saw how hurt you were after what I said in the hot tub, I felt like shit. I let those emotions get the best of me and wanted to come comfort you. I used your own insecurities against you and for that I apologize. Knocking on your door and seeing you lumped in your ball of sadness, I thought maybe I could do it and finally tell you how I felt. Had no idea you’d sleep with me, that wasn’t part of my plan,” he explains, a giggle falling from your lips in the process. 

“But then I got scared again. I saw your sleeping figure next to me and thought about how happy I’d be once you woke up next to me. Except nothing good happens to me. I’m a repeat senior who everyone in this town hates, and you’re one of the most accomplished people in the entire town. I couldn’t let my feelings for you hold you back from anything, because I so badly want to see you succeed.”

“Eddie that’s not true,” you try to tell him, looking up at his face once more. He shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh, arm raising to play with his hair a bit. 

“No, no it is. Which is why I left before you woke up. I honestly didn’t think you’d care as much as you did. But that night in the town it killed me not to run after you when we fought. I wanted to pry you from Harrington’s arms and take back everything I’d just said,” he takes his hand and tilts your chin up to look you dead in the eyes, making your heart rate pick up.

“I love you, Y/N. I know I have a funny way of showing it, but I can’t let you leave for California without knowing the truth and trying to make amends. I don’t want to us to start this next chapter in our lives without fixing the mess I’ve caused.”

Eddie Munson loves you.

He actually loves you.

“Y-you’re not just saying this to get in my pants again, right?” You sniffle out, bringing your free hand up to wipe your nose and a few stray tears. The mop of curls flow around him as he shakes his head no, making you smile wide. Standing on your tip toes, you press your lips to his and feel the familiar softness of his plush lips and the comforting taste of mint and cigarettes. He tugs at your waist, pulling you closer and you melt into his touch, the memories of your first kiss flooding back and bringing up all those initial feelings once again.

Pulling away slightly, you hold onto his shoulders as you look at his warm brown eyes, the dimples fading onto his face as that damn smile appears. You shake your head with a laugh and go up to kiss his redden cheek softly, careful not to put more pain on the swollen area.

“I hope you realize you’ll have a lot of making up to do, Munson,” you tell him. He laughs as he nods his head, continuing to hold you close to him.

“Believe me sweetheart, I will do anything to be in your good graces before you leave for California,” he tells you.

“Whoever said I was actually going to California?” 

“Um…we all just assumed you would pick the better school? Y/N it’s fucking Stanford,” he tells you, backing away from you slightly to shoot you a deadpan look. He probably thought you were crazy, which you very well might be. 

“Well now there are other factors to consider,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans and rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his dramatics for a change instead of being annoyed by them.

“Y/N I can’t let you-“

“Nope, Eddie shut up,” you tell him, bringing a finger to his lips in an attempt to keep him quiet. He goes to try and bite at your finger, making you squeal as he and you share a laugh. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Munson.”

“Well when you put it like that, how could I possibly be upset,” he says with his devilish smirk, one of his signature looks. You pull yourself off of him and hear groan once more. Tugging his arm along, you exit the classroom and being your journey down the hall.

“Where are we going? I liked being in there with you. Alone,” Eddie questions.

“We’re going to the nurse. You need some ice for your soon to be black eye.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #fanfiction #angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

[see-arcane]

Lucy, Jonathan, Mina, and the Bastardization of Their Horror Story

I’ve been chewing on this one for a while. I thought it kind of went without saying among all us bitter bookworms when it came to the TV and movie treatments of Dracula and the characters/arcs therein. A lot is a given by now; a running joke. But goddamn if rereading today’s entry didn’t just tick me right off all over again. So here we go.

Lucy Westenra is best known by public osmosis as ‘Mina’s Hot Best Friend’ and/or the ‘Maneater/Heartbreaker,’ what with her small-scale Helen of Troy setup with the suitor trio and Dracula gunning for her first once he hits England. Most people know the Francis Ford Coppola version which not only distills a lot of her and similar damsels’ treatments in Dracula flicks, but also specifically includes…a lot.

Like this:

It happens for a whole blink, and is never mentioned again or returned to as any kind of meaningful romantic relationship beyond, ‘Lucy hot, Lucy gets around, Lucy makes out with everyone, lol.’ It also includes, and very much highlights, this:

TW: Sexual assault/implied rape/impaired consent

Yeah. That’s Dracula, halfway out of his wolf form. Doing that.

This is followed by her swooning away in bed, becoming more vampy (in both senses) and so forth. Is she still a victim? Yes. But the framework of it has been entirely distorted. She’s the Whore to Mina’s (Marriable! She’s the brainy brunette destined to be with Dracula!) Madonna.

“She was susceptible to Dracula’s seduction because she was already the hot/promiscuous one! It was practically a monsterfucker meet-cute, guys!” –Francis, probably

Then we turn to today’s entry. Hell, the past couple entries in which Dracula’s been zeroing in on Lucy. He abused her sleepwalking, yes, but ultimately resorts to visits, stalking, and—as with today—idly playing with his food by sitting in plain view, watching her watch him, knowing how her mind is struggling between the sleeping trance and the innate dread.

(I know those eyes. I know them. I know him. I fear him. Why?)

This girl, barely nineteen, has been made a target. She has a pliable medical condition being used against her, like pulling a puppet by its strings. She can’t not sleep. She can’t avoid his tugging at her. No more than she can hide from him now that he’s tracked her back to the home she’s sharing with Mina and her mother. And yet, for now, what does Dracula do?

He toys with her. Just a bat at the window. Just a little taste, dear. Back to bed now, I’ll see you tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Because I can.

There’s no bodice ripping, no overt sexual assault, but the violation remains intact. Along with a far more palpable helplessness. Mina won’t be there to guard her forever or keep the room all shut up against Dracula’s visits. (No spoilers for future chapters, but suffice to say, the Count does not suffer being rebuffed very well or very long. Shit gets intense. Wait and see.)

We saw with the Demeter how Dracula behaves when it’s just a matter of gluttony with victims he has no interest in beyond casual cruelty. Kill, toss, kill, toss. It’s nothing to him.

Willing Lucy to open the window so he can drop the bat form, become himself, and get far more visceral in his playtime would also be nothing. But in Lucy’s case, as with Jonathan’s, when Dracula decides to take a true interest in a victim, he not only likes to savor the game, he prefers psychological torture. Especially with characters established as 24K sweethearts. (Sorry, Lucy. Sorry, Jonathan. Sorry, Mina.)

Right now? Lucy’s just barely at the start of her nightmare. And the most tactile the Count has been with her, period, is a couple nibbles. Everything else is down to the slowly shrinking noose of the situation she’s in. She doesn’t know that yet. Neither does Mina. Mild spoilers, there’s a period coming up where everyone will sigh with relief. They aren’t living in Whitby, after all. They’re on holiday. They’ll leave. Lucy will get better. All is well.

…Until Dracula gets moving too. Back to bloody business. And the volume gets cranked up past 11.

Now let’s swivel to the bizarre (if not unexpected) character flip of Jonathan and Mina’s situations. It’s been gone over a dozen times now just how screwed Jonathan Harker is in every adaptation. He’s either practically nonexistent or transformed beyond recognition into a walking snore. Explicitly ignoring the two months he spent as a captive with Dracula in one-on-one castle time. Canonically, this man spends the most time with Dracula in the entire book. His story could be its own book! Its own movie! And yes, Dracula gives some bullshit excuses about ‘learning how to speak like an Englishman,’ but the core of it was just…he wanted to.

He wanted to keep Mr. Harker in that big stone box with him, just to play mind games, savor that solicitor flavor, then pass him off to the Brides as a present before, presumably, forcing him to turn and join the undead girl gang. And while past directors have loved the idea of a trio of sexy voluptuous vampire babes pawing at a man and each other, that appears to be literally the only purpose Jonathan ever gets within a show/movie. Everything else gets scraped off.

They harvested his devotion to Mina and gave it to Dracula.

They harvested his fucked up Beauty and the Beast-style plush and predatory imprisonment—here, enjoy a cigar, some fine dining, a pretty room, lots of books, nonconsensual touching, being forced to lie to your loved ones, the cannibalization of two children, a woman eaten alive by wolves, knowing your own death date (Which won’t get you out of this castle! You’re here forever! We saved a coffin for you, buddy!), and all the Evil Monster Man Seeks Virtuous Damsel bells and whistles—and gave it to Mina.

Because if they kept to the book that’d look too Ell Gee Bee Tee. And not even in the hot unfulfilled lesbian way! Can’t have that. Nope, we’ll just hand all the creepy-amorous hospitality stuff to Mina.

And oh God. Mina. Poor, poor Mina.

The travesty of what gets done to her character in so many adaptations. She ranges from Classic Bland-Pretty Damsel to Miraculously Sensual-Spiritually Awakened Dracula-Wife (Not a sultry harem Bride, though! That’s for Lucy and the trio of sexy whats-her-faces in Transylvania. Who Dracula always seems to have no matter how romantic and suave he’s being. Can’t drop those standby chicks even for a reincarnation love story, eh, Francis?). We’ll see later how vital she is to the plot and tackling the problem of Dracula.

A problem she will be extremely vehement about destroying, considering the fact that this undead bastard is responsible for tormenting the two most important people in her life, in ways that are intended to terrify, convert, and low-key enslave the victims to a damned eternity. Once she’s clued in to all Dracula has done, our girl’s going to be livid and instrumental to helping the Vampire Hunter Gang in taking him down. But who needs that!?

Just have her go ‘Eek!’ or swoon into Count Fuckula’s manly liberated embrace!

Which really does sum up all of these characters’ crappy deals in media.

Lucy Westenra? Having a nuanced and increasingly horrifying ordeal situated on having a supernatural stalker walking you around like a windup toy in your sleep and preying on you in a fashion meant to ultimately destroy your happiness and humanity so you can join his undead sexdoll collection?

Who needs that!? Make her a redheaded Lilith caricature who barely needs a nudge to give it up to her sexy wolfman-monster-master! She’s the side chick anyway, who cares? :)

Jonathan Harker? Being the character who spends the most time of anyone in close proximity with the Count, the only one to share multiple conversations with him, gets forced into the damsel-in-distress role while Dracula and his Brides make sexually-coded predatory moves on him, gets traumatized by the death and horror he witnessed in the castle he barely escaped, all saturated with the driving force behind his determination being his love for Mina from start to finish?

Who needs that!? Just turn him into a stuffy English scarecrow who gets felt up by the Brides and then we can forget about him. Get that homoerotic shit out of here, we don’t need to see that. Oh, but keep that ‘Loving Mina to the Point of Corruption’ stuff—we can save that for Dracula. :) :)

Mina Murray? One of the earliest examples of intelligent and capable women in all of literature, let alone gothic literature, taking an active role in pursuing Dracula and being exactly as passionately in love with Jonathan Harker as he is with her, said love for him and Lucy being what drives her to participate in a hunt for a monster who wields the threat of not just death, but an infinite horror of existence, a fiend she loathes as much as fears?

Who needs that!? Slap a corset on her, heave up those breasts, and let’s make us a fine Victorian final girl for the Count to woo with his sexy badass vampire charisma. :) :) :)

Fuck :) you, :) Francis. :) And every book-bastardizing director like you :) :) :)

If someone wanted to do a real, fresh and, (yes!) romantic take on Dracula, I think the key would sit with two things.

One: Leaning into the healthy unconventional romantic relationships as much as highlighting the unhealthy/predatory undertones Dracula and the Brides bring to the table. It is possible, even while staying period-accurate.

Lucy can still accept Art’s proposal. But maybe point out that he, out of all the suitors, has the best financial arrangement—and that she and all the suitors basically stealth-conferred with each other. She, Art, and Quincey (Sorry, Seward, you came on too strong, too fast, too weird. Please reapply next year with a new polycule resume, sir.) are a throuple in as close a way as they can manage with Arthur ‘Son of a Lord’ Holmwood basically planning to set up a lifestyle in which they can all still remain together.

Hell, the Suitor Squad should have their own hints and confirmations among each other. Lucy might just be the latest addition to their group, who knows? Play with healthy large-scale LGBT and poly romances! Pool’s open!

Lucy and Mina? Lucy and Mina. In their case, I picture a somewhat past-tense romance, riding in tandem with Mina and Jonathan’s relationship, but open to renewing once all is settled with Mina and Jonathan’s wedding. We’ll say Mina has an open invite, Jonathan too.

Let Jonathan and Mina have the Most Intense Bi4Bi Gothic Romance of All Time the book explicitly lays out for them in coming chapters. They are sweethearts. They have been in love since childhood. They would die and kill for each other. (Yes, that is foreshadowing. Brace yourself, first-time readers.)

Let Jonathan flex his asexual/biromantic horizons. We all read into the ‘thing’ with him and Dracula, and even the hypnosis of the Brides—zero interest in reciprocating/invitation on his part. But if upcoming chapters are any indication, he’ll be firing sparks off with Quincey. Mild spoiler, they have a mutual love of knives! Fun! (Bigger spoiler, Seward, that repressed little bug of a man, is going to start having Thoughts once Jonathan enters the scene. You’ll know when you read it.)

Yes, vampiric and general monster media is often used as a vehicle to explore (or, sadly, demonize/fetishize) the Other. Carmilla did it with lesbians, Dracula does it with—gasp!—a male monster preying on/damselifying another man, the sultry and powerful women being monsters, and with the ‘evils’ of polyamory (No, not just the Bride harem thing. There’s a bit about blood transfusions that takes a unique turn. Again, you’ll know when you read it. Ugh.).

A new adaptation would win a lot of points in depicting all the positive reflections of non-heteronormative relationships and the heart of the last lap of the book, which is a group of good and valiant people taking on a dangerous task for others, and, I cannot overstate this enough, Jonathan and Mina’s love story.*

*Which I’ve mentioned before, could have taken a very spicy and sinister turn in and of itself. If any darkfic-loving directors out there want to take a chance…well. You know what to do with that kukri blade.

Two: Break the story up into three acts!

1.     Jonathan—The two months in Castle Dracula.

2.     Lucy—The perils of being Dracula’s first ‘special interest’ victim in England.

3.     Mina—Everything coming to a big, grisly, race-to-the-finish crescendo.

If you want to add extra salt to the wound, have a prelude and/or interspersed highlights of the fact that, according to the text and its implications, Mina, Jonathan, and Lucy have been friends since they were little kids. Yes, really.

Three friends who have known and loved each other all their lives, all on the verge of their respective happily ever afters, attacked and tormented one after the other by the same immortal sadist. That’s a horror story.

Like it’s supposed to be, FRANCIS.

tl;dr: I respect a good monsterfucker narrative, but Dracula is absolutely NOT THAT STORY. It is horror, and it deserves to be portrayed as such. There’s a whole other essay in how absolutely unrecognizable Dracula himself is in so many media depictions, turning him from a formidable and horrifying entity into ‘Heehee Hoohoo Sultry Vampire Man, give me your love bite~~~.’ They pulled his fangs out and made him into a Ken doll. But that’s a ramble for another time.

#Francis meet me in the pit #lucy westenra #mina murray #mina harker #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily #adaptation #bastardization #francis ford coppola #(he is not the only director to do his shit but his is the most well-known/damning/influencing example) #rant rant ramble ramble #dracula spoilers

[mymelodymia]

Tony basically scaring his kid during the whole Iron Man 2 movie because of his self destroying tendencies (becoming Iron Man, blood toxicity, leaving his job at S.I, the race car incident, his crazy birthday party…). Obviously the kid is scared! So his daughter stays at Pepper’s maybe for the meantime he is trying to heal and create that new element, but he eventually ends up going to her to apologize and take her back home because he can’t live without his baby girl with him

Cant live without you

Summary: tony becomes reckless, but apologies

Warnings: tony being reckless, crying, y/n being afraid she is not loved,

A/N: sorry it took me so long to get to this reqs. It was amazing 👏 I don't think I did justice to it.

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You loved your father, yes. But it became hard as he began to be very reckless. It had been weeks since he had even spoken to you.

He was your best friend. And he suddenly stopped speaking and spending time with you. You were beyond confused, especially since you were only 8 at the time.

You had a terrible day at school. And you would have gone to tony about it, but you didn't think he would even listen. So you went to happy, who was the one who picked you up because your dad was "too buzy".

"Happy?" You said, getting his attention.

"Yeah kid" he said looking away from the road to glance at you, then ultimately back to the road.

"I had a bad day, can i talk about it?" You asked sadly.

"Of course, go ahead" then you began to ramble on and on about your terrible day. Happy, unlike tony, listened to every word that came out of your mouth.

When you arrived at the Malibu house, you headed straight to your room. Not expecting anyone to be there, but when you walked in you were greeted by pepper, sitting on your bed casually.

"Hey pep" you said walking into the large bedroom. She noticed how your eyes were drooped, and you were frowning. You were clearly upset.

"Y/n? Whats wrong sweetheart" she asked with kind eyes.

"Daddys been not spending time with me, i cant even remember last time he talked to me. And i had a bad day today, just sad..." you said, holding back tears.

Pepper noticed this and immediately took you into her arms. You began to cry into her shoulder. Small sobs coming from you. Wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

"And hes been really dangerous and.....can i stay with you for now?" You asked, pulling away from her, and she immediately answered

"Of course sweetie" she said as you began sobbing once again. A few moments later she helped you pack a bag.

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tony was in the workshop when he suddenly remembered it was recently his birthday week, you always got him one handmade present per day on the week of his birthday. But he hadn't seen you In a while.

He went up to your bedroom, but you weren't there. He checked the whole house in fact, he was about to call the police when Jarvis spoke up.

"Sir, ms stark is at ms potts house."

"What, why?" He decided not to come retrieve you right now. Given that he could put you in more danger then you already are in. But after 3 days, this took a pretty hard hit on little 8 year old you.

You thought he wasn't coming because he didn't care, did he even love you anymore? You would ask yourself that all the time. You even ditched one of your soccer games. (Or whatever sport you participate in)

Pepper and happy were your entire support system. You didn't think that anyone cared about you anymore, except happy and pepper.

One day, (just after he created the new element and destroyed his garage) there was a knock at the front door, pepper opened it and upon seeing tony standing there, she tried to shut it in his face. But he stopped it with his hand. You were peeking around a corner, and accidentally made eye contact with tony. Immediately stepping back so he couldn't see you.

"Y/n/n? Baby?" You slowly walked out from your hiding place. And saw that he was wearing his matching black sabbath shirt. And had something behind his back.

Slowly, you walked up to him, he knelt down to be on eye level with you. And spoke up.

"Y/n, i am so, so sorry baby. I shouldn't have done the things I did. Im sorry. And if you dont wanna forgive me, i get it-" He said choking back tears, being interrupted by you throwing your arms around his neck.

"Its okay daddy" you mumbled into his shoulder. That's when he broke. Sobbing into you, he held you tight. He didn't deserve your forgiveness, your kindness, but you always believed in second chances.

Pulling away from this hug, he held the back of your neck, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek, he closed his eyes for a small moment before saying something

"And plus you forgot philip" he said holding up a teddy bear. You gasped and snatched the stuffed animal.

He took you back home, you sat in the passenger seat, holding onto his arm the whole way home.

When you arrived at the house, you walked in holding tonys hand and saw the whole place practically destroyed. The entire living room covered in black as if something had exploded, and a hole in the floor.

You stopped walking immediately, tony being jerked back since you were holding him.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" you screamed out. He chuckled, and lead you upstairs to his bedroom and picked you up. He lied down on the king sized bed, holding you to his chest. You fell asleep against him.

After you fell asleep tony made way down to the garage once again after tucking you in.

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You were now at the expo, when Justin hammer started to present the hammer drones your jaw dropped in awe, you glanced at pepper who did not seen impressed. You turned back making the same face as her.

When your father randomly showed up, you probably cheered the loudest.

When pepper and Natasha went behind stage, you followed. When nat pinned hammer down, you clapped a few silent claps, bouncing slightly. And stook your tongue out at him.

When pepper walked out of the building you followed her once again.

After a few minutes a destroyed hammer drone started beeping, pepper took you into her arms, lifting you off of the concrete ground. You looked around uneasily that's when you spotted your father.

You barely had time to process this before he swooped down, grabbed the two of you and took off.

When you landed on the roof, you slid down peppers side as they started arguing.

"Oh my god, i cant take this anymore!" Pepper said as she covered her eyes "you cant? Look at me"

"My body literally cannot handle the stress, i never know if your gonna kill yourself or wreck the whole company"

"I think i did okay!" Tony yelled out "i quit, im resigning...thats it"

even you did not expect her to say that "what'd you just say, your done? Thats surprising. No its not surprising, i get it. You dont have to make any excuses"

"Im not making any excuses" they started to speak over each other, and you just sat there. "You deserve better." tony said taking her hand. "You've taken such good care of me"

"Im in a tough spot, but you got me through it, so...right..yeah lets talk clean up" then they began to say a bunch of words you didn't yet understand.

"Well for you its like dog years, its like the presidenc-" being cut of by tony pulling her in and kissing her.

You whipped around covering your eyes and muttered a small "blah!" When you turned around you saw Rhody sitting in tonys suit. He put his finger up to his mouth and mouthed "shhhhh"

"Weird....run that by me again" he said pulling her close once more

"I think it was weird.." Rhody spoke up. You standing next to him.

'You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape"

"You should get lost" tony said pointing a finger at him. "I was here first, get a roof" you chuckled at this clever remark.

"Listen, my car got taken out by the explosions, so...im gonna need to hang on to your suit for a minute okay"

"Not okay with that"

"Wasn't a question" Rhody said standing up, you immediately took a few steps back and he took of.

"How are you gonna resign, if i dont except" you giggled and brought them into a group hug. Kneeling down so they could get to you.

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[wackyharpy]

Headcanon | Eric (Divergent) X Fem!Reader

Summary: You tell Eric that you're pregnant.

To find more stories — masterlist

9 years have passed since the 1st Divergent movie was released OMG!! And i still love Eric. I've read enough fics with him but pregnancy isn't common so i've decided why not? :) enjoy!

P.S. English isn't my native

You've been in relationships for about four years since your initiation when you transferred from Erudite.

Eric was that type of a person whom it's hard to develop the relationships with but you two managed to get used to each other and become a loving couple.

He has still remained dominant and intimidating, at times rough and cruel (not towards you) but as quite enough time has passed Eric opened his soft side to you.

Still you knew it would be difficult. For both of you. Though mostly for Eric.

Once you were talking about how other couples develop their relationships and decide have children. At this point, you noticed Eric's tension about the topic. He always refused to keep on talking about potential babies.

You were on birth control and Eric hated using condoms. Pills were more useful though as you hadn't always had opportunity to take condoms with you or to find one in the process of undressing each other.

Yes, occasionally Eric was horny. Other times EXTREMELY horny. You couldn't help but being grabbed and pressed to the cold wall of the dark alcove, or being locked in some closet and then Eric would fuck your brains out.

Life at Dauntless was never easy and hard work or long missions often took away your opportunity to take pills on time.

And Eric was so impatient and fucked you hard...

And often spilled inside of you...

And now you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom in your shared apartment looking with shoked round eyes at the pregnancy test. Your hands were trembling and you felt as if your heart could stop at any time.

You, ultimately, were Dauntless so you had to tell him.

That evening you were sitting in the kitchen having late dinner.

"Do you feel well?" Eric asked and you lifted up your head from the plate.

"Yeah, why?"

"It seems you don't have appetite," Eric pointed at your portion of food which you barely were eating.

You puckered your bottom lip and lowered your gaze at the plate again toying with your fork.

"Y/N..."

"Eric," you interrupted him and sighed heavily trying to collect your at that time chaotic thoughts together.

He was looking at you carefully and waiting.

"We need to talk," you put aside the fork and looked straightly in his grey eyes.

Your muscles were tensed and Eric noticed it. He said nothing, still was patiently waiting for you to continue.

"I am pregnant," it was all you said and then arrived long silence that suffocated you so much.

Eric's jaw clenched and he strongly squeezed his fork that you thought it might be bent.

"You hadn't been taking pills regularly," Eric stated coldly looking at the surface of the dining table.

"And you had been refusing to use condoms."

Eric immediately through at you his sharp gaze.

"Eric, we are both responsible for this. We have sex regularly and when people sleep together they have children."

"Fuck!" His voice was nervous. "You imagine how it sounds? You're pregnant, Y/N!"

"Thank you for pointing out," you snapped indignantly.

Eric drastically got up from the chair and stepped a little away from the table turning towards the windows.

You saw how his muscular back was tensed, you knew he was anxious and even outraged.

"I'm not ready to be a father." He stated coldly and sharply. This tone as though grinded your heart.

"I'm not ready to be a mother either. But, Eric... This is our baby." The last sentence you said almost whispering. Still you knew he could hear it.

Eric clenched his hands into fists and tsked. "Shit," he hissed and moved towards the door disappearing in the corridor leaving you alone.

That night you slept alone trying to block all intrusive thoughts that wanted to capture your mind while Eric was training hard in the gym till his knuckles were bleeding.

The following day you didn't see each other. He was busy with his leader's work so as you. But the day turned out to be shitty for you as intrusive thoughts, however, took hold of your mind.

What if you would break up and you would be a single mother? Should you terminate your pregnancy? Or should you shrugg off Eric and bring up a child by yourself?

Somehow you were able to finish your work and went back to your shared apartment where you were readying yourself to sleep.

You were sitting on the bed taking off your trousers when you felt somebody's presence. Turning your head you saw Eric standing at the door way looking at you attentively.

You ignored him and continued undressing.

"Y/N..."

"What?!" You suddenly cried out. "What, Eric? You wanna add something? I guess your yesterday's reaction was quite clear!"

Eric sighed heavily and came up kneeling down in front of you. His hands rested on your hips squeezing it lightly.

"Listen, I'm not gonna break up with you. Understand? I told you the truth yesterday that I'm not ready. I don't think I will ever be a good father."

"You can't know exactly, Eric." You placed your hand on his forearms.

Again silence hung between you. Eric was gently brushing your hips with his thumbs. You were looking into his deep eyes seeing hesitation. The Dauntless Leader was hesitating. He was uncertain and insecure about what future you may have. A baby? This was too much.

"Eric," you brushed his cheek smiling lovingly. "You are the bravest man I've ever known, but it's okay to be afraid. I see this fear and uncertainty in your eyes. And... I'm also scared. But I need you. We need you," you placed your right palm on your abdomen. "I need your support and protection."

It was clearly seen how Eric was thinking over everything, how pupils in his eyes dilated. He was figuring out what exactly he needed and wanted from this life. And he wanted you. He desired you. Loved you.

Eric straightened and touched your soft lips with his kissing you passionately. His left hand rested on your cheek and his right arm wrapped your waist drawing your body closer to his.

You felt safe in his embrace and his passionate kiss showed his love towards you.

"I will," Eric said breathing heavily after the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours looking straightly into your eyes. "I will support and protect you both." Eric layed his hand onto your stomach. "I promise."

Your heart melted again just like that time when he finally said that he loved you. You smiled happily and then it was your turn to kiss him. You were eagerly exploring his mouth with your tongue while your skilled fingers were unfastening his belt. You tore up your kiss cunningly looking at him. "I want you so badly, Eric. Now."

Contented smirk appeared on his handsome face and he layed you down on the bed looming over you. "Watch out, darling or I'll develop another kink."

"Which one?" You were running your fingers over his muscular chest under the T-shirt desiring to feel it bare against your breasts as soon as possible.

"Pregnancy sex," he sweetly whispered at your ear running fingers against your pubic bone directly to your clit.

!! I do not own the image nor do I claim to own it!!

#eric divergent #eric coulter #divergent #divergent imagines #headcanon #headcanons #divergent movie #jai courtney #eric x reader #divergent fandom #divergent fanfiction #jai courtney fanfiction #jai courtney imagines

[michelle-is-writing]

Baking, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.9k~

Baking has always been a fun pastime for me, whether something sweet was needed for an event or it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. When I was seven years old, my grandmother brought me into the kitchen one early morning and made me help her fix breakfast, causing me to fall in love with baking at such a young age. From then on, I began cooking and baking whenever I could, getting better with each year I grew older.

Thankfully, this valuable trait lasted me throughout my time as a teenager and into my young adult years. When I moved into my first-ever apartment, I was the only person living there, and cooking for myself and eating by myself every day became a bit lonely. The two activities became a bore for me until I baked cookies one day and brought them to my neighbor, whom I had never gotten to meet. The recipe for the cookies was from an old cookbook from the fifties that my grandmother gave me when I left home. Out of the things left by her in her passing, that was the most important to me as it led me to one of my lifelong passions.

I would soon find out that the recipe book would lead me to more than just a hobby, as those cookies would give me the chance to meet my neighbor and ultimately fall in love with him as well. Ben was the nicest guy when I met him, and when he came back with the empty Tupperware container the cookies were once held in only a day later, I knew he was a keeper.

We soon began dating, and nearly twice a week, I found myself baking anything he asked for while he talked to me or practiced his lines for movies he was staring in. It was almost as if we lived with each other as Ben and I were constantly sharing my bed, and most of his stuff was left at my apartment. I even began doing his laundry for him (which he was eternally grateful for).

Only a year passed of us sharing sweet and unforgettable moments before we were engaged, and soon enough, married. Of course, with the marriage, we both decided we'd need a place with more space, leading us to move from our small apartments and into a much bigger house with a gigantic kitchen. Ben said it was just a coincidence, but I saw those gears moving in Ben's head, and I wasn't mad at all.

Looking over at the sleeping blond man lying beside me, I can't help but think about the time Ben and I met. Just thinking about how he practically gushed over how good the cookies were (while stuttering) makes me want to go bake some for him now. However, I don't feel like rolling dough out, and instead, I'd rather make something I can just combine the ingredients and pour it into a pan. Are brownies okay at eight in the morning? Yes?

Gently sliding out of Ben's grasp and onto my feet, I take a glance at the calendar hanging over our bedroom desk, only to feel the date put a damper on my happy mood. It's a typical day for many other people in the world, but to me, this day is a reminder that the person whom I loved and looked up to as a child passed away. It's been a few years since my grandmother's death, but the anniversary still hits me as hard as the day it happened.

Although, I know that my grandmother wouldn't want me to be upset over her death, and instead, do something that made me smile. Baking was always something we did with each other, and since that makes me happy, I know she would want me to do so.

Heading into the kitchen, I pull my favorite cookbook off the shelf above the counter and flip it open to the recipe for the brownies my grandma used to make. I've made them many times before, and I remember the ingredients and instructions to a T, but I don't want to mess anything up and be left with flat or horrible-tasting brownies.

Combining the dry ingredients with the liquid ones, I push the stationary mixer down and let it mix the ingredients together while I stand at the counter, watching the dark brown brownie mix form before my eyes. As I do so, I barely hear the soft thuds of Ben's footsteps before his warm arms wrap around me from behind. His sudden touch surprises me, causing me to jolt with a small laugh as I immediately realize it's just him.

"You scared me," I state, turning in his hold to face him. His hair is going in every direction while his eyes are still clouded with sleep. This doesn't affect the smile on his face, nor does it change the firmness of his hold on me. He always looks adorable when he's just woken up, and this morning is no different.

"You scared me when you weren't in bed," Ben tells me, his voice showing that he's still partly asleep. Leaning down, he kisses my forehead before moving to my lips, where he stays there longer. Kissing back, I slide my arms around his neck and pull him close, only making him hold onto me tighter.

Pulling back with a giggle, I smile up at Ben with a sigh as he looks at the mixer behind me, a slight smirk appearing on his lips. "It's early in the morning," He points out, his fingers tapping against my waist. "And you're making... chocolate cake?"

With a small laugh, I turn back around in his arms and turn the mixer off. "Brownies, actually," I tell him, feeling Ben's fingers move from my waist and onto my stomach. "They're ones that my grandma and I used to make with each other," With that, I feel tears begin to form in my eyes, but I blink them away. However, Ben somehow notices this and nuzzles his head into my neck, his cold nose causing me to slightly shiver.

"I know you miss her," Ben murmurs, gently kissing the skin on my neck. "Why don't you tell me about her?" He suggests, making me smile once again. That's not a bad idea.

"Well, for starters, she wouldn't want you kissing my neck like this," I begin, making Ben laugh before he pulls his face away and places his chin on top of my head. "And secondly, you already know that she's the reason I know how to bake in the first place."

"But, what else did she do?" He asks, releasing his arms from my waist as he moves to lean against the counter beside me. The sight of him shirtless and leaning back on his arms makes me want to jump him, but for the sake of the moment, I can hold back.

"She did a lot," I tell him, walking to the cabinet to take a glass pan from the shelf. "God, I wish you could've met her - she would have loved you," I note, walking back to the counter with the pan. Placing it on the marble countertop, I sigh and look over at my husband, watching as he dreamily gazes at me with his green eyes. "I wish you could've been there when she could still bake."

"I don't think she baked better than you, love," He sucks up to me, making me snort. He knows better.

"Who do you think taught me?" I ask him with a grin. "Everything I know is because of her," I tell him, turning my body toward him. Leaning my hip against the counter, I cross my arms as happy memories come to mind. "I can remember making sugar cookies on Christmas Eve with her, and she taught me the importance of being creative with anything I made,"

Pausing, I start telling another memory. "There was one time when my aunts and uncles were coming down for a visit, and despite being weak from her age, she still put everything together and tried making a bunch of things," Slowly, the smile on my face begins to drop, remembering her frail state toward the end. Ben notices this but doesn't say anything, waiting for me to continue on.

"I had to finish everything for her, of course, and I didn't mind a single bit," I clarify. "The best part of it all was that she got to tell me stories from her childhood while I did so. She told me about the Great Depression and what it was like to bake during that time," Shaking my head, I smile once again before turning to the bowl of brownie batter and pouring it into the nonstick pan, scraping it with the red silicone spatula to get the excess in as well.

"She even told me about the time she baked a wedding cake for a friend whose mother wanted to bake it, but in all honesty, she couldn't bake for her life," Both Ben and I share a laugh before I continue on, placing the messy bowl back on the counter. "Plus, anytime she baked, and no matter how old I got, she always let me lick the spoon and bowl. I guess it was a southern thing or maybe just a grandmother thing,"

With a happy sigh, I look back to Ben to find him still listening to me, an interested smile marked on his lips. "Now, when I think about it, I can't help but become giddy when I think about kids, our kids," I correct myself, watching the sweet smile on his face grow. "Doing the same thing I did when I was young and licking the bowl like my grandmother would let me."

Turning my attention back to the glass pan full of brownie batter, I place the spatula in the bowl with the bottom and sides still partially covered with the batter. Just before I begin to clean up, I see Ben move in my peripherals, his naked chest and sweatpants-covered legs disappearing as he stands behind me once more, wrapping his left arm around me like he previously did as he reaches over me with his other arm to run his fingers in the dirty mixing bowl.

Turning my head toward him, I watch as Ben lifts his now brownie batter-covered fingers to his lips and licks the dark brown mix while maintaining eye contact with me, causing me to blush. He then leans forward and kisses me, remnants of the sweet mixture still lingering on his lips until he pulls away. "Until we have kids," He states, his smile now a smirk as his hand on my waist tightens. "I guess I'll just have to do."

"Love, if you don't stop licking your fingers like that, we will be having a kid very soon!" I joke, earning an almost playful, animalistic growl from Ben. The sound emitted from him causes me to burst with laughter just as Ben picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, walking back to our bedroom as the uncooked brownies remain on the stovetop.

Probably, somewhere up in heaven, my grandmother is laughing at the sight of Ben and me, happy that her baker of a granddaughter found someone who loves her with all of his heart... and stomach.

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness complete review (with spoilers)

See you on the other side of the cut o/

Just a quick disclaimer, I still do not have high quality screenshots (obviously) so I’ll try my best between pics from the trailer and leaked scenes.

So. Of course, I’ll be starting with none other than Stephen Strange. And by that I do not mean the other other Stephen, I mean the original one. Stephen grows SO MUCH in this movie, and this is exactly what I always wanted and been waiting for since the release of his first solo movie. After all, six years is not an easy period to endure. I was beyond sick of seeing so much arrogance and no development whatsoever. But FINALLY, FINALLY Stephen allows his vulnerability to show and, from that, heal and grow. There are two key elements which are intrinsic to make him question his entire subjectivity: love and happiness.

He begins his journey trying to understand why he failed to be with Christine. It’s really hard to see someone you love with another partner, but I can see in his eyes that Stephen is glad for her, even though he can’t help but investigate why they didn’t work out. Once more, Stephen’s need to be in control (something that is not that strange to comic book readers either) gets in the way because yes, he’s an insecure man, and this is where this toxic behavior comes from. He accepts that Christine can’t love this part of his self and he isn’t willing to change, thus sealing the fate of their relationship. And it’s perfectly fine. I know the MCU tends to portray Christine as Stephen’s ultimate love but stay with me. We’ll talk about love for sure. I simply love how Stephen is like “Okay, I blew up and she deserves happiness, even though I still love her. She still means the world to me.” He’ll get there. He will.

In addition, there’s this question that keeps popping here and there. “Are you happy, Stephen?” Of course, he isn’t happy. He lost the love of his life (or so he assumes), he lives alone in the Sanctum, saving Earth didn’t bring the fulfillment he needed either. Yes, he found another way to save lives, which is his purpose since he decided to be a doctor. Is it enough, though?

Throughout the movie, Stephen slowly learns that his variants may not be all that altruistic as he belives himself to be because of his need to be in control. Supreme Stephen made mistakes and accepted his execution as part of his guilt for allowing himself to be corrupted by the Darkhold and bringing an incursion upon his Earth, even though he indeed saved the world in the process. Defender Stephen died after trying to take America’s power when left with no choice. Sinister Stephen couldn’t prevent the incursion and was also corrupted by the Darkhold, becoming a murderer out of jealousy in the name of his love for Christine. I could go further and mention that What If?Stephen also ended up corrupted because death was not in his control, and he only realized his mistake when it was too late. All these Stephens have the same core issue, so what makes our Stephen different? He saw his variants’ mistakes and decided to take a different path (just a bit though). This is why he ends up reading the Darkhold anyways BUT he allows America to explore her full potential, finally letting someone else decide the fate of the universe for a change. This is controversial in some regards because, well, some expect the main character to save the day. But, taking into consideration the way I perceive Stephen personally, I am way more satisfied with his character development than settling a fight to measure wands and power. He wins by trusting America, he overcomes his trust issues, he IS better after this fight as a whole. I’ve always been here not for power but for his cunning, inherent altruism and growth.

Other important elements that allowed Stephen to grow that I’d like to point out: his relationship with Wong, not only the usual banter but Stephen actually bowing to him in the end of the movie, showing Wong that he learned humility (and their relationship is one of my favorite things about this movie); his trust issues which he gradually overcomes thanks to his relationship with America, allowing himself to be vulnerable and relying on others; his constant attempt to reach out for Wanda, never truly initiating the fight and giving her a chance and a choice; his acknowledgment that Wanda is indeed powerful and he may not be enough to save the multiverse. Really, in advance, I will say that I hate the plot deeply, but Stephen’s characterization and growth are absolutely magnificent and at least I can breathe in relief knowing that my character was treated with respect (and honestly, I don’t think it was the writer who made this possible based on the rumors on set. I think it was Benedict being extremely passionate about him, and the director following his directions).

Magic is also better, as I previously stated. Not perfect, though. Still no incantations, and yet better for a fact. I may have recognized some, like the Chains of Krakkran and the Flames of Faltine, yet it’s hard to establish such spells with accuracy when they’re not officially invoked. Still, there is diversification, from summoning monsters to manifesting physical... I dunno, stands? If you’re  curious about my favorite scene, I can tell in advance that, after the post-credit scene, my favorite one was the bard fight between Stephen and Sinister Strange. And speaking of which, I really wish Donna’s demise had more importance instead of being just a mention to show Stephen his vulnerability and fears as a person (like, say, the animated movie), yet I can understand we can’t have it all and the plot sadly wasn’t meant just for him.

Lastly, let’s talk about love. I was kinda YIKES about Stephen falling in love with other Christine because it gives me the impression that people are fated to be together in the multiverse, leaving them no choice when it comes to fall in love with other people, an immutable point in time and space that repeats itself over and over. Thank the Vishanti it was not the case because SHE appeared. I AM VINDICATED, FINALLY. HER EXISTENCE CURED MY MENTAL ILLNESS, IT’S OVER FOR THE MCU. THE QUEEN IS HERE. Clea had 10 seconds on screen and she’s already the girlboss I always believed her to be. The chemistry they share is unbelievable. I cannot describe my happiness and relief after SO MANY EXHAUSTING YEARS of MCU fans telling me Christine is Clea. Why was it so hard for people to envision two different female characters? Christine in this movie isn’t even the Night Nurse, she’s a scientist and a technomancer, of sorts. She’s her own character, as is Clea. And I’m vindicated. You all know me, you know how much I love and simp for Clea, and how I don’t get tired of stating how hopelessly in love Stephen is with her. I will come back to this when I talk about the plot, I just want to conclude my train of thought here about love. So, overall, I’m really glad that Stephen recognized his fear of feeling vulnerable, and scientist Christine is really important for his journey. Because yeah, it’s cute that he loves Christine in all universes because he is a being of love (which is not the first time we talk about it on this blog). Love to Stephen is fundamental because it’s hard for him to love himself, despite all the apparent narcissism. Stephen may be confident and proud of his skills as a doctor and a sorcerer, yet he’s aware that he lacks skills in social circumstances and relationships. On the top of that, Stephen will have to allow himself to trust and love again, which is a very difficult process for someone who strongly believes he deserves to be alone. To open up again, especially for Clea, will be a blast.

And this is AMAZING because it’s been years that I’m trying to say that this character right here has TONS OF LAYERS, and we finally managed to see some of the deepest ones, which makes me extremely happy.

We saw how dependent on love he is, how his narcissistic self is a facade to hide his fears (being vulnerable; not being enough; not being in control; failing people - especially Donna; coping with loss and pain and loneliness; admitting to himself that he hasn’t found fulfillment and happiness etc). STEPHEN IS FINALLY BEING PORTRAYED AS THE CHARACTER I FELL IN LOVE WITH and I couldn’t be happier. This is why I loved him in this movie and I’ll not get tired of praising his characterization. He’s so on point. He’s just... perfect.

And this is also a double-edged sword for me because the plot is... terrible. In advance, I need to state that 1) I’m not an MCU!Wanda stan, 2) I do not stan actors in general and 3) this is my opinion as someone who is constantly rooting for 616!Wanda to have a proper representation and move past her terrible portrayals in so many recent runs. Feel free to disagree but please understand where I’m coming from, a comic book reader who deeply loves the magic community and defends the fact that this group is one of the most significant and strong bonds in all the Marvel Universe. On the top of that, I also defend how Wanda and Stephen are friends in 616.

In two words? Character assassination. I dunno, most of her stans are quite infamous and I’ve seen so many of them rooting for her to be a psycho villain and kill everyone. This is not the Wanda I wanted to see in the MCU. First of all, I cannot stress how much it’s problematic for me to see a female character who was supposed to be a hero, a freaking nexus being that protects magic and reality, reduced to... Samara with magic. Second, I really dislike how witchcraft has been reduced to an evil kind of magic, ESPECIALLY knowing that Wanda was supposed to be a WOC and her magic is deeply rooted in Roma culture. Third, mental health stereotype. I remember watching Cinema Therapy’s episode on Wandavision (and I do love them), but they talk about grief and how Wanda tries to cope with this pain by deceiving herself. They point out it’s an unhealthy mechanism and she does hurt people in the process, but she embraces the mourning and runs away in order to heal. They do not mention she’s sorry for the things she has done. Because she isn’t. I can’t help but wonder now if she can get away with all that to justify her pain, even though she was influenced by the Darkhold. She tortured and killed innocent people, she was willing to murder a teenager with the exhausting excuse of being a mother (and I really hate how so many people use motherhood as an excuse to be abusive, harmful and manipulative). Don’t get me wrong, I think that, overall, she’s one of the most interesting villains so far in the MCU, although I can’t pretend I’m not bothered by all the previous elements I just pointed. I will not endorse a redemption arc even though she “opened” her eyes at the very last second. Because the only thing that made her realize her wrongdoings was the fact that her children were scared of her. It didn’t feel altruistic to me. And according to rumors, we’re heading to Children’s Crusade, which is a book that YIKES... Rip my Victor von Doom. Rip Wanda as an empowered woman. I’m sorry, it’s just really hard to love Wanda in the MCU when I know she’s nothing like the hero I root for in comic books. I can understand why people love her but, again, in my opinion, this is not the character I’d waste my energy on and invest myself in. But enough of Wanda, let’s get into America *breathes in*

Ah, yes. I really love America in general. She’s sweet, funny, she has potential to be part of one of my favorite tropes (daughter adopted by dysfunctional dad), she’s strong and empowered, she’s latina which is amazing for minorities to feel represented. So what is my issue here? The issue is that absolutely nothing of her afro Puerto Rican heritage was represented as far as I can tell (there is also the issue of going for a Mexican reference, which basically confirms that Hollywood sees us as interchangeable). I’m not Mexican or Puerto Rican, despite living in South America, so please feel free to correct me on this one. Also I’m glad her mothers made an appearance but listen. After watching Eternals (and, not related but OFMD), I cannot be satisfied with lukewarm LGBTQIA+ representation anymore. This is really hard personally because unlike Wanda, whose portrayal is really bad in general according to my perspective, America is an amazing character. Yet I feel it’s my duty to listen to people who want to have their voices heard, be seen and represented properly in media. Again, feel free to disagree, but I do believe these aspects matter. I don’t want to spoil people’s excitement and joy, I just feel that pointing these things out is the bare mininum I can do as a human being, especially when it’s not my place to talk about it. Despite all that, America is really amazing and I deeply want to cherish for her. Her daughter/father relationship with Stephen is so on point (pretty much what I envision for Illyana, for instance). I was kinda hhhhhh when I saw her learn magic (because she’s not really a sorcerer) and I really need her to have more skills, but that will be definitely be explored (I have inside info that Wong and America will have a special so yep, daughter confirmed).

Now let’s move to other characters. I’m just SO glad Wong remained as the Sorcerer Supreme and the fact that he holds knowledge that Stephen doesn’t, which is GOOD because that’s how their dynamics are supposed to be according to the magic hierarchy. I’m relieved to know that he didn’t die so Stephen could take the mantle, that would be problematic af and I don’t want that either. I do think he could have performed more spells but I understand that the movie is basically Wanda and Stephen. I already mentioned how he was a wonderful comic relief with the right amount of comedy, but also a wonderful leader. A thousand years of Wong supremacy!! also they’re super married

Now, what really BOTHERS me is how both Sara and Rintrah were forgetable. I talked to two different friends and they both couldn’t remember Sara’s name, because, yeah, she died. And I still do not know who she is. Is she Mordo’s mother? Is she Sara Wolfe? Is she an entire new character that only existed to give a hint about Wong having a relationship with someone? And Rintrah was supposed to fix Cloakie!! I’m very disappointed concerning these two, they deserved so much more. And I was also baited and led to believe Mordo would have a more significant role but no, he was just part of the Illuminati. Glad he didn’t die, all things considered.

But yeah, speaking of the Illuminati... I SCREAMED SO MUCH NOT ONLY BECAUSE REED AND XAVIER BUT BUT BUT LISTEN, REED TALKED ABOUT THE INCURSIONS!!! SECRET WARS!! DOCTOR DOOM IS COMING, PEOPLE!!!!! THE HYPE IS REAL!! ;-; But I’ll get there as soon as I talk about comic book references *holds my own horses*

Just a quick mention about Christine. I loved her alternate version and the fact that she managed to apply magic to technology. I also adored that she didn’t end up with Stephen - and maybe I’m biased here because I’m team Cleaphen all the way up, but listen. They wouldn’t work out, and that Christine is just a projection of what he lived with his Christine. She knows she’d be loving an idea, and Stephen is just too hopelessly in need of love to notice that so of course he’s willing to try. Poor little meow meow...

Mmmm, what else am I missing? Probably a few things, there are too many details so let’s review the comic book references that I was able to notice before I forget them. (there might be more, though, so feel free to check other sources!)

1. Darkhold, Chthon and some Wanda’s lore

As I stated previously, no arc was adapted in this movie, except the few times Wanda was possessed by Chthon. Chthon was indeed mentioned (and I immediately thought of Super Hero Squad’s Chthon, if you know, you know), but he was not directly involved in this plot, which was LAME imo. If Chthon was indeed involved, that would still grant an opportunity for Wanda to redeem herself. It was not what happened. Go read Darkhold Alpha/Omega, a recent comic book about Wanda overcoming Chthon and absorbing the Darkhold into herself (Victor is terribly portrayed in this but it’s fine, it’s fine). Wundagore is of course deeply related to Wanda but that’s it. It’s also fair to state that the Darkhold isn’t just about dream walking but it also contains a spell that extinguishes all vampires on Earth (the Montesi Formula). Stephen used it once and survived the Darkhold’s influence (the same can’t be said about MCU!Stephen though...). This is as far as I can go about this matter so feel free to dig more about these subjects.

2. Artifacts

The book of the Vishanti was an obvious one. The Sands of Nisanti were used to poison Stephen and America and also prevent them from using magic and powers (you can check this spell in The Oath and also Cates’ run during the Loki: Sorcerer Supreme arc). And well, the Evil Eye was not the Evil Eye as we first assumed since 2016, despite having the same design (I’m immensely sorry but I totally forgot its name). Once more we managed to see the Wand of Watoomb. Clea’s weapon shares a deep similarity to Stephen’s scalpel in v5, being able to cut rifts between dimensions.

3. Incursions, Illuminati, New Avengers and Secret Wars

No one touch me right now, I’m having a full meltdown thinking of my beloved New Avengers and Secret Wars. But for real, hhhhh. I knew Peggy, Xavier and Monica were going to appear because of the leaks, but Black Bolt and especially Reed (!!!) were such a good surprise. And on the top of that, incursions????? Soooo, what about incursions in the 616? Strangeplaining Hickman is hard enough, ngl. But it’s worth the reading. It’s basically the same concept, two worlds colliding, except they don’t merge. They literally collide, and the cause is also different. I don’t suppose incursions will be centered on Beyonders after watching dsitmom. I think it will be definitely related to magic and Stephen will be a key element for that. But we also need our MCU!Illuminati to become a reality (I’ll never call MCU the 616 universe, I’m sorry, Christine, you are just wrong). Also can I just say that I MELTED when Reed talked about Sue and Franklin and Valeria? THEY EXIST, THEY’RE REAL, MY FANTASTIC FOUR IS REAL, HELP ME, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO SO SO LONG, LEMME BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT. AND IF VALERIA EXISTS, IT MEANS THAT DOOM ALSO EXISTS CAUSE HE WAS THE ONE WHO HELPED SUE TO GIVE BIRTH. OH, VISHANTI, IT’S HAPPENING. Also also also if Xavier real, so is Illyana *becomes dust*

Okay so some people were upset about the deaths and Reed telling Wanda about Black Bolt’s powers. I pretend I do not see it. Do not count on me to criticize anything about Reed, he’s perfect. Black Bolt is okay, I didn’t watch the tv show because I do not hate myself to this point. But listen. Reed is kind enough to try and reason with cray cray Wanda. Also the Illuminati are supposed to do shady stuff like lying and manipulating facts, come on!!!! It feels like you guys never read New Avengers v3. So do me a favor and go for it. Also they died fast??? It was convenient for the plot, guys. It’s not like they had 40 minutes to battle and be even more amazing. They were supposed to be fanservice, AND I’M TAKING IT FOR SURE AAAAAAAAAAAA

*X-Men ‘97 theme intensifies*

4. Corruption

So, the third eye. The third eye in comics isn’t *just* related to corruption. It allows the user to see supernatural things that ordinary people can’t. BUT the movie was a clear reference to this New Avengers v3 panel here.

And guess what? In the middle of an INCURSION!! I’m all down for corrupted Stephen, as long as he doesn’t become a Wanda 2.0. I want him to feel guilty and miserable about it, just like New Avengers v3 and Doctor Strange v4. And yes, I do love Stephen, was there any doubt about it?

5. v4 reference detected!!

Stephen is wearing this outfit conceived by Bachalo for v4 in the first post-credits scene.

6. Multiverses

I spotted The Living Tribunal, and my friend said that the Fortnite world was also a thing (I don’t play it so this is why I missed this one haha, but it makes sense assuming Fortnite now is basically a super fandom and Marvel has indeed strong ties with the franchise). More and more we’re seeing cosmic beings and honestly I can’t wait for my Eternity to show up.

And lastly...

CLEA

MY LOVE, MY QUEEN, MY EVERYTHING. I KNEW Marvel was pushing Clea for a while now, it was not a coincidence. And again, I can finally rest. She’s perfect. 10 seconds on screen and she’s the girlboss she’s meant to be. They share such an amazing chemistry, she bosses Stephen around and he immediately goes “yes, mommy”. I NEED THEM RIGHT NOW.

LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT THEEEEEEEEEM, IT’S MY SHIP OVER THERE, I CAN’T WAIT FOR THEM TO CLEAN THE MARVEL UNIVERSE, IT’S OVER FOR EVERYONE AAAAAAAAAA

*ahem*

I’m probably (definitely) forgetting something. It’s just too much info to process and despite watching it twice, I was too caught up in the fanservice, I couldn’t help but vibrate and scream and feel emotionally full by seeing my Stephen on screen.

SO, SUMMING UP.

Bad plot, not centered around the protagonist because of the fandom. Best Stephen’s characterization in the MCU so far, though. Tons of fanservice. Danny Elfman did it again, I shall love him for that symphony fight alone. Magic is becoming cooler and cooler. Cleaphen is real. New Avengers/Secret Wars next project confirmed. All my dreams are coming true and all my faves shall interact one day *believing intensifies*

If you’re here for Stephen, go ahead and watch this movie. It’s definitely worth it. The post-credit scene alone is enough, I assure you.

Final score: 8,5/10.

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There it was again. The heart-wrenching, soul-shaking pain, making it so very harder for Hyunjin to breathe. To live. To look at you.

He had never imagined ever being this hurt by you, unable to look at you longer than a few seconds while at the same time respecting every decision that had led you here. Not you. Not the person he had planned his whole future and spent the majority of his adulthood with.

The two of you were meant to be together; had decided so after only months together. Because no one could ever get you as much as Hyunjin did, and vice versa. You were the perfect match of similarities and differences. For everything you had in common, there was something you could teach the other about. For every fight you had – bickering over something unimportant – you agreed on a much more intense matter. The perfect back and forth, even after years together.

He still remembered the first time he saw you at that rooftop party one of his friends had held a few years back. He noticed you while talking to a guy he so desperately hoped was your brother or cousin. Or best friend. He recalled the first time you made him laugh, just a few seconds later, when you let out an unintended snort while laughing at something your brother/cousin/best friend had said. And his own hearty giggle in response to your amusement ultimately induced the first time you noticed his existence. The world had stopped around Hyunjin as you caught his gaze – embarrassed redness warming your cheeks as you realised he had witnessed your weird laugh.

It had taken him about 20 more minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and approached you. He knew he would never forgive himself for not hearing the sweet sound of your voice or seeing the stunning spark in your eyes up close at least once.

Hyunjin also remembered the exact moment he fell in love with you. Staring at you with heart eyes when you told him you were an artist, too. A painter, just like himself. Why ever this was what did it for him, Hyunjin had never questioned. Although he knew, as he laid in bed that night, eyes painting pictures against the white ceiling, that he needed to see you again. If only to talk about your favourite artists and art museums for another 3 hours.

Hyunjin recognised, and had done so way before, that he’d never forget any of those precious moments.

Like when you went to the fair on your first date and won him a stuffed dumpling; already aware they were his favourite food. Or how you cut your date short moments later when you noticed the first person wearing Stray Kids merch. And obviously, he would always hold that day dear in his heart. Despite the unfortunate ending of your date, you had called him minutes after he had dropped you off at your apartment to tell him that you wanted to see him again. He had turned around, sprinting back and ringing your doorbell, overwhelming you with a kiss once you opened the door for him.

Or the time you went to the beach, chatting endlessly with your feet dangling over the water. The moment Hyunjin pulled away from your lips, moonlight sparkled in your irises, catching them in the perfect lightning. He blurted ‘Please be my girlfriend’ quicker than his brain could process it, heart only settling once you caught his lips again, whispering ‘Yes’ against him.

The first time you told him you loved him was engraved in his brain, never to be forgotten. You exclaimed it (just like he did when he asked you to be his girlfriend) while cuddling in bed, laptop playing your favourite Disney movie. It was merely background noise as his heart skipped multiple beats, lips curving into a shit-eating grin as he repeated your words back to you before kissing you, his body soon hovering over you as he kissed every possible spot of your skin.

All these moments, everything he had hoped to one day tell his children and grandchildren about. Every memory that came back to him made him so unbelievably content he could cry. And still, as his eyes focused on your back, he was hurt. He understood, but he was also in unbearable pain.

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[lupinscupid]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 , jeremiah fisher

warnings : fluff , kissing , short

summery : you and jeremiah have been secretly dating but one morning steven walks in on you asleep in jere's bed.

requested by : @iheartsadiesink

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you hadn't realized it but the night before, everyone had gone and done their own thing. this left you and jeremiah alone at home. you two had been together for two months and absolutely no one knew. except susannah who walked in on you two kissing one time.

thankfully she respected that neither of you were ready to tell anyone yet. you and jere had been watching a movie downstairs while cuddling then once the movie finished you were both so tired you went upstairs and feel asleep in jeremiah's bed.

both of you had completely not remembered until jeremiah woke up and saw you in his arms. he started to slightly panic, he wanted to wake you up so no one would walk in on you two but he also wanted to let you sleep. obviously he took to long debating in his head cause when the door swung open and a loud voice was heard.

"what the fuck!!"

this has startled you awake and made you groan until you felt a chest in front of you. you opened you eyes and saw jere in front of you. the look on his face and you realize two things. one, you had feel asleep on his bed, and two, someone walked in and it wasn't susannah.

you turned around and made eye contact with a wide eyed steven, "hey, steven..." he looked even more shocked and mocked you word, "seriously that's all you have to say? since when were you two a thing? and why did I not know? does anyone know?"

jeremiah rolled his eyes, "we don't know what to say, we've been together two months, we didn't tell anyone, my mom is the only one knows but that's because she walked in on us." you sighed and pointed at jere, signaling that those were his answers

steven nodded, "okay... I need to process this. I won't tell anyone, don't worry. I promise." he walked out as you and jere began to get out of bed. you walked out and into your own room to change. when you walked downstairs, you could here a loud commotion.

"I can't believe they didn't tell us anything!" belly said. a sigh was heard, "maybe they wanted to figure things out between them." you walked in the kitchen and everyone became silent. jeremiah walked in right after and stood next to you. everyone stood still just staring at each other.

you ultimately decided to break the silence, "seriously steven. can you not keep your mouth shut for once in your life." steven raised his hands in defense, "I'm sorry but like this is huge news. I had to tell everyone."

belly and conrad smiled at you, "we happy for you two, if that helps at all." you couldn't help but let a soft smile take over you feature at his words. Jeremiah sighed after a while, "oh so everyone knows and is cool with it, right?"

everyone nodded and mumbled a yes. "Oh thank god." then he grabbed you by your waist and spun you around to kiss you. "Oh gross. can you guys not do that in front on me especially when I'm eating," steven groaned. you left out a small laugh, "it's your fault, big mouth."

everyone let out laughs and continued their morning. jeremiah looked over at you, "I'm glad we don't have to sneak around anymore." you smiled and felt a small blush cover your cheeks, "yeah, im glad as well." you two kissed again for a little a longer this time until you heard a loud groan.

A/N : it's short but I finally wrote something after weeks. I'm so so sorry for not being active. I'm gonna try my best to have stuff up before I start school. which is in a week:/

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #belly conklin #conrad fisher #cousins beach #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin #tsitp #jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher x reader #team jeremiah

[crystal-crax]

-Miguel O'Hara Rant

The weight of the world on his shoulders

OH IT'S TIME

Time to share my thoughts that absolutely nobody asked for

So, Miguel Ohara. What's his deal right? Man singlehandendly caused the whole internet to break and thirst for this unhinged man.

But his character is so much more, complex. GOD it's so hard to even describe it, and that's cool but i see some people already theorizing about "his true intentions".

NOT THAT THE THEORIES AREN'T COOL. But people suddenly expecting for a secret twist that ranks him as the "absolute villain" over the spot is well, somewhat weird to me.

Because the thing is, Miguel is no villain, he's more antagonistic if anything (and YES there's a difference and yes I'll write about it later lmao).

We've grown accustomed to twist villains, so we take any complex character and try to pull a card from under the table (like people expecting Lyla to secretly be the one controlling Miguel's actions and is tricking him or something idk - THE CONCEPT IS AMAZING TO READ ABOUT THOUGH, YOU GO GUYS, YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE Y'ALL).

But the conversartion about Miguel's character starts to drift away a little once the theme starts to be more like: "Omg what if Miguel is brain-washing the other spiders into believing he's a good guy by lying about his story so everyone empathizes with him and they ultimately destroy the spiderverse altogether"

And yes THE DARK! MIGUEL CONCEPT IS AMAZING, I LOVE SEEING THAT MAN UNHINGED AND K WORD EVERYONE AND, YOU GUYS WRITE IT SO GOOD????? I LOVE YOU ALL???????

BUT, i don't think think Miguel is lying, at least not intentionally. If anything, he's lying to himself quite hard.

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There's just something... wrong about his canon theory and "the death of the universe" mumbo jumbo.

1st hint: He blankly compares his own actions; literally TAKING THE IDENTITY OF A DEAD MAN TO RAISE HIS OTHER UNIVERSE'S DAUGHTER MAN WTF, QUITE LITERALLY DISRUPTING THE BALANCE OF THE WORLD BC HELLO YOU'RE SUPOSSED TO BE DEAD HERE-, to the spot attacking Pav's universe.

So, something is definately wrong, right? The movie shows us so. We're basically Miles inside the story, we know that the destruction of Mumbattan started before Miles even disrupted the "canon event", we saw the spot leave one of his portal spot thingies behind to destroy Pav's universe from within. And the way it's happening, looks nothing like Miguel's demonstration of a universe dying.

But Miguel wasn't there with us, he just knows someone disrupted a canon event, and the universe is about to collapse.

Sure, one could say "maybe, it's basically happening because the captain didn't die, maybe it was the spot but still the universe it's disappearing because of it anyway so Miguel is essentially right and -"

AND then it clicks, that's how Miguel is exactly thinking.

It doesn't matter if it's not like how it happened to Gabriella's universe, the universe it's collapsing so it's essentially the same thing, right? And that's exactly how a man with severe "universe collapsing" PTSD would think.

Yes, Miguel is deeply traumatized by the consequences of his actions.

For those that are familiar with his base story. This man has gone through it. But he saw himself; in another life, happy, with a family, he wasn't suffering, he wanted that too, so he took comfort on it, because if a version of you can be happy, well you can at least try, right?

But oh no, the fantasy died, he died. Was he not meant to be hapy? Was every version of himself meant to lose everything and become a tragic tale? Was it really all that's to his story?

So, he holds onto the last piece of hope he had and decides to freaking replace his dead self and raise his alternate reality's daughter.

No shit he caused the universe to collapse, right? He stayed too long (and Miguel might be a Genius and all but not even he can just, stop the order of the universe with a fancy watch), he kept the memory of a dead man quite literally alive. And that cost him EVERYTHING.

And what does he do next? Man just latches onto another safe net: "i changed the canon, so the universe died" <- MAN IS TRYING TO MAKE IT A SPIDERMAN THING.

And yes i might be a little to harsh here but well, he's essentially escaping the full pain of the consequences of his actions

"I may have interefered with a natural force but it was essentially the canon being broken so that must've been it"

WHAT CANON DID YOU EXACTLY BREAK MAN? Was Gabriella meant to grow up and become spider-woman? Was this her uncle ben/being an orphan moment? Was Miguel spiderman there too? Was he meant to die so a new spiderman could take the mantle? Was he not spiderman there? Was there another spiderman/woman in that universe? What did Miguel do for him to assume that he broke "the spiderman canon"?

Well, we don't know.

And he's adamant about not even trying to prove or explain his theory further as well. And he's not going to allow anybody to even try to prove him right or wrong.

2nd hint: Why are the universal effects not the same? If Pav's universe is dying bc of the canon, why was the destruction of it faster than Gabriella's universe? Why didn't Gwen's universe didn't die as soon her father resigned from being a captain? Heck, why didn't Gwen's universe die when she left? She left her universe unprotected, there was no spider-woman there.

But Miguel stands his ground, he's right and everyone else is wrong. Because he needs to be right.

Because if he's not, then he killed an entire universe because of his selfish desires of happiness...something that he doesn't even believe himself to deserve to want.

And that's what makes his story so...deeply tragic and enticing. He's a hurt man that pushes any helping hand away, because his mind and heart are not ready to process the whole weight of what he's feeling.

He has taken control over everyone's story because he desperately needs everything in control. He can't allow another mistake that might lead another universe full of innocent people to disappear.

Conclusion: He sees himself in Miles and he absolutely hates it.

He also knows what it is to want your story to be different, to be willing to do anything to be happy and protect something/someone you care about.

And wouldn't it hurt more if Miles gets his happy ending? If Miles is right and nothing happens after he saves his dad, then the canon is basically a useless theory that he made up to find comfort, and he doomed his daughter's reality because he needed to be happy.

He needs to be right, because if he's not, what else does he have?

"We're supposed to be the good guys"

"We are"

#earth 1610 miles #Miguel O'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #thanks for coming to my rant #thanks for coming to my ted talk #THIS IS SO LONG AND IT BASICALLY DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE AND IT DOESN'T MATTER BUT I WANTED TO SHARE IT ALRIGHT? #pavitr my beloved #spider gwen

[the-widow-sisters]

You want Carol and Monica? Ask and ye shall receive 💖

“Come here, *insert affectionate pet name* or in this case ‘lieutenant trouble’” 🥰

Have at it, bestie 😬💕

A/N: Thank you so, so much for the request!!! I've been dying to write some stuff for Monica and Carol 😂 You know how much they mean to me lol 💗

I hope you enjoy, girl! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 2k+

   Monica stomped through her front door, shutting it behind her resolutely before locking it back behind her once more. She growled under her breath as she placed her purse on the hat rack near her door, and she wiped at her face in frustration.

   “That good of a day, huh?” a voice suddenly spoke up, and Monica slightly flinched as she took in the sight of her aunt reclined there on her couch.

   She had completely forgotten that she had invited her over. The whole mess at work had kept Monica there and she was going to be late for their dinner and movie night. Carol had assured her that she would just order pizza, and sure enough, the pizza was lying there on the coffee table in front of the television just as promised.

   Monica groaned as she shook her head, taking her jacket off.

   “Yeah, just… It’s just something at work,” Monica decided that she would leave it at that, and Carol raised an eyebrow as she watched her carefully.

   “Wanna talk about it?” Carol offered, and Monica sighed, shaking her head.

   “Well, there’s nothing to say outside of the fact that for some reason people still want to undermine and question my authority despite the fact that it was my mother’s organization,” Monica complained, irritation deep within her. Carol remained quiet as she nodded softly, taking it in.

   “It’s just irritating. Just because Hayward led it in mine and my mother’s absence makes people think that his selected assistant director has a right to it now that he’s arrested,” Monica explained a little further, feeling herself getting angrier and angrier as she placed her hands on her hips.

   “Honestly, Hayward himself didn’t even have a right to it when I came back. He was acting director, and if Mama knew what vile, nasty things he did with her organization and her brainchild, she’d…”

   Monica stopped her rant with a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she tightened her fingers’ grip around her hips as she dropped her chin to her chest. There were a few moments of silence as she worked to collect herself once more.

   She opened her eyes and lifted her head finally. However, to her surprise, she saw her aunt with her arms now wide open.

   “Come here, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol beckoned softly, and Monica raised an eyebrow at her.

   However, despite the fact that she was not in an overly good mood from what had happened at work, she could not entirely deny the appeal of being held by her aunt and cuddled on the couch. It had been years since she last had done it, and since she had reunited with Carol, she had not allowed herself to be this tenderly close with her.

   But ultimately, her desire to feel that sort of comfort again won out, and she hesitantly stepped over to the couch, looking down at Carol.

   “There’s not enough room with you spread out like that,” Monica weakly protested despite knowing what Carol intended.

   Carol looked down at herself, her arms still spread as she looked back up at her niece.

   “Don’t you remember how we used to do it?” Carol questioned, and Monica paused, huffing slightly as she looked at Carol somewhat shyly.

   “Well, yeah, but… I mean…”

   “You’re a big girl now?” Carol suggested, reading Monica’s mind. Monica swallowed, nodding just barely.

   “Yeah.”

   “You’re not too big of a girl to get some love when you need it,” Carol astutely pointed out, not giving up on this entire idea. She wiggled her fingers, encouraging Monica to come into her arms.

   On one hand, Monica was thankful for her persistence because she really did want to curl herself in Carol’s arms again, but on the other hand, she was really nervous because she had not done this in forever and was a little worried about it being awkward.

   Monica looked down at Carol, trying to figure out the least embarrassing and uncomfortable way to do this as Carol waited patiently for her. There was a glimmer of gentleness in Carol’s eyes and Monica knew that she understood her trepidation, but there was also an invitation as she remained steadfast in her request.

   Monica placed her leg on the edge of the couch where Carol’s body was not currently at, and she hesitantly started to lower herself to sit down somewhere around Carol’s lap. However, she paused, and she looked at Carol with a sigh.

   “I don’t know—”

   “It’s okay. Trust me,” Carol assured.

   Monica looked at her for a moment before finally sitting down on Carol’s legs and moving herself to tentatively lay down on her body. She hesitated for just a moment more before letting her head rest on Carol’s chest where Carol’s back was propped up against the arm of the couch.

   Carol hummed in gentle approval, one hand moving to rest on Monica’s back and the other smoothing over her hair softly.

   “There… Nobody’s going to know that big and tough Captain Rambeau wants a little cuddling from her aunt,” Carol assured her, a grin in her voice as she spoke to her.

   Monica furrowed her brow and groaned as she buried her face further in Carol’s chest just below her collarbone, not replying to her as she closed her eyes and took in Carol’s comforting scent.

   Somehow, Carol still smelled the same as she always had. A hint of cigarette smoke and something that was uniquely Carol. Monica was not sure how she still smelled like she did when Monica was a kid, but she was not going to question it. It brought her so much comfort and it reminded her of home. And of her mother.

   Carol’s hand was softly rubbing Monica’s back in reassuring strokes, and Monica turned her head to the side so that she was facing the television, slight awkwardness swelling within her once again as she was reminded of the strangeness of the situation.

   Carol’s touch never wavered, and one hand came to rest on the back of Monica’s head as the other just steadily stroked her back.

   Monica was instantly taken back to when she was a child. She and Carol would watch television together on the couch with Monica curled on top of her while Maria made dinner in the other room.

   “It’s alright. Your mama was so proud of you and if you wouldn’t have been one of the people blipped, she would’ve had you take over instead of Hayward in the end,” Carol assured her softly.

   Monica nodded just a little, but she instantly focused on the fact that Carol was speaking with such certainty about Maria’s wants. It was strange, and she could not help but speak up and question it.

   “You talk like you spoke to her after the blip before she died,” Monica pointed out somewhat curiously, her cheek pressed against Carol still as she somewhat uncomfortably laid there and fought her urge to sink down into her.

   “I did.”

   Monica froze as she took in Carol’s words. She raised up, moving off of Carol as she sat more where Carol’s legs were. Carol moved her legs apart to allow her a place to sit on the couch, but other than that, she simply remained propped on the armrest as she watched her niece.

   She was somewhat impassive at this point, and Monica knew that this was likely a hard conversation for her aunt to have. However, as a grieving daughter, Monica needed to know all she could about her mother’s passing and how she was in the time Monica was not there for her.

   “You saw her again before she died?” Monica questioned, and Carol nodded with a swallow.

   “Yeah… I was with her a lot in those last few months,” Carol confessed, and Monica remained dead quiet, listening intently to every inflection and syllable of Carol’s words. She did not want to miss a single thing when it came to her mother and how she was right before she had passed.

   “The first time I saw her was right after the blip after we took care of Thanos. When we realized that he didn’t have the stones anymore and that what he did was, at least for the near future, permanent,” Carol explained nonchalantly, and there was such an ease in her tone that it made Monica think that she was precisely the opposite of what she was attempting so desperately to portray.

   “She told me about you, and that was when I found out that you were one of the ones lost,” Carol expressed, her voice somewhat small at the end of the statement. She refused to meet Monica’s eyes, and Monica was somewhere between hurting for her and strangely enjoying the fact that Carol actually did care that much.

   While Monica was beginning to truly understand the magnitude of Carol’s love for her and how it had never changed, it still helped the hurting little girl inside to hear evidence of that love.

   “But, um… Shortly after that visit, I ended up shaving my head in solidarity with what she was going through. You should’ve seen the way she looked at me when she first saw it. After the shock wore off and she managed to get out one ‘thank you, I appreciate it’ to me, she laughed and laughed. We both did at that point,” Carol chuckled fondly, remembering the moment.

   Monica smiled just barely, picturing the sight of her mother talking to a bald version of her aunt. Monica could honestly see the humor in the entire thing on her mother’s part, but more than that, she found herself deeply touched at Carol’s attempt to be there for the woman.

   “She told me so much about you and everything that you’ve accomplished, and she caught me up on everything,” Carol remembered.

   Monica remained silent, not sure what to say as a reply. Carol did not say anything either, and there were a few moments that passed before Carol spoke up again.

   “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to see it all,” Carol confessed.

   Monica nodded, not saying anything as she wordlessly accepted the apology.

   The quiet between them dragged on for just a little too long, and Monica suddenly felt an obligation to reply.

   However, when she started to speak up, Carol let out a soft breath before moving her head toward the pizza, trying to bring things to a happier subject. Monica closed her mouth, realizing that Carol had not actually intended for her to reply to her.

   “You’re probably hungry after taking on the world. Got to keep fueled up if you’re going to kick the naysayers to the curb,” Carol joked as she grinned at her.

   Monica just rolled her eyes, huffing, and Carol laughed a little.

   “I’m not kicking them to the curb,” Monica allowed the change of subject, and Carol moved her head in a noncommittal gesture.

   “I don’t know. If a bunch of people were questioning me and I didn’t really need them, I’d just cut those suckers loose,” Carol stated, and Monica withdrew a slice of pizza, flashing Carol a side glance.

   “That’s not how organizations work,” Monica informed her, taking a bite of the pizza.

   “It’s how they worked back in my day. Somebody getting a little too big for their britches? Fire them,” Carol informed her, sounding quite humorously like an old codger, and Monica shook her head, chewing her pizza.

   “SWORD isn’t a convenience store. You can’t just hire the next bum on the side of the road to work there,” Monica tried to inform her.

   “The bum would probably do a better job than some of those ding dongs you have working with you in there that are too stupid to see you’re amazing.”

   Monica could not help but laugh at the pure honesty in Carol’s voice, simultaneously amused at Carol’s silliness and deeply warmed by her compliment.

   Carol moved so she was mirroring Monica’s position and sitting normally on the couch and only with some hesitation, she wrapped her arm around Monica’s neck, laughing a little at her own joke. After just a second, she leaned in, letting her head rest on Carol’s shoulder as Monica smiled and kept eating her pizza while Carol talked more crap about the people that worked in SWORD.

   They might not be exactly how they used to be, but she knew one thing.

   She would never get too old to get some love from her aunt.

#monica rambeau #carol danvers #captain marvel #maria rambeau #the marvels #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #photon #aunt niece relationship #family #friendship #cuddles #angst #hurt/comfort

[clatoera]

How do you think Peeta could join the Careers at 74th Hunger Games?

What did he do? Duel with another career? Killing another tributes on the Cornucopia?

Do you think before The Rule Change (2 victors from the same district), Peeta already determined to help Katniss becoming the winner? Thoughts?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

If I am down to talk about anything it is the careers okaaaay

How do I think Peeta could join the careers?

So, he DID prove himself in Training in the Movie (this scene does not happen in the book that I remember, and I just reread the training chapter to be sure). In the book he "excels in hand to hand combat.' That being said in the film we see him physically throw a very large presumably heavy item. We see Cato, Marvel, and Glimmer first laugh at him, which turns to shock when he throws it, to a small agreement of okay because you HEAR Cato say "not bad." (fun fact, if you pay attention you can tell how they cut the scene together, because Cato goes from arms crossed over his chest for multiple clips, to arms at his sides, then back to crossed again). At least in the movie we see him have a little moment where he proves his strength, and the careers are like eh ok cool. Peeta is looking at them as he does it, they know it's an attempt to address them wordlessly. Peeta in the book "excels in hand to hand combat." He does prove himself somewhat capable in the training session.

He also scores a 8 in training, which is respectable, and only ONE point under the actual careers Marvel and Glimmer. I think he has an argument based on scores and what he displays, that he is deserving of making this alliance.

That being said.

They accepted him so that they could be lead to Katniss.

Thats why Peeta was allowed to join them. Sure, maybe they figured he was strong and a good backup fighter. And in the books he DOES go back and Kill the girl from district 8. In the books she was PEETA's kill, not Glimmer's (? Cato gives her his sword in the movie and assume that means Glimmer gets the honor). Peeta participates.

But more importantly... they are very much using him to get to Katniss. "He's our best chance of finding her." Is said both in the film and in the book. They talk about killing him but decide eh what harm is he "besides, he's our best chance of finding her." He allies himself to them which is protecting him, but lets be honest, the careers weren't looking for the protection of Peeta.

He's "Pretty handy with a knife," In the book. Okay, so Is Clove. So is Glimmer. So is Cato. So is Marvel. They don't need his skills, they need him to track her down. Thats why he's accepted into the careers, sure, he's strong and all that, but ultimately the careers are TRAINED.

They're taught strategy. I know I personally HC that Enobaria and Brutus and Gloss and Cashmere are the mentors for them. I don't think Cato and Clove aren't told by Enobaria or Brutus to use him to find the girl, or that Glimmer and Marvel aren't told the same. I believe that they are all told that she got an eleven, and they don't know how, and so she needs to be enemy number one and to take her out. And if that involves using Lover boy to do so, of course they'll do it. Once they find her and successfully kill her, whats stopping them from just ending Peeta right there, his work is done. Key phrase is successfully kill her, which they don't do.

What did he do? Duel with another career? Killing another tributes on the Cornucopia?

No way in Hell was he dueling a career to join. Yes, later we see that he is physically capable of facing off with Cato, but I don't think they were play fighting in the arena. They careers are smart and they are trained. I genuinely think they saw him as a way to get to Katniss, and so thats why they take him in.

"hey loverboy you sure she went this way?"

and "you better be." I think make it really very clear why they are using him. I think they saw a chance to use him and so they did.

I will die on my "the careers have to be smart" hill (as well as my I hate the Glimmer Cato stuff in the movie hill).

Do you think before The Rule Change (2 victors from the same district), Peeta already determined to help Katniss becoming the winner? Thoughts?

Without a single doubt, yes. I believe (though I can't be sure) that Peeta actively is doing EVERYTHING he is doing to help her survive. He makes her desirable. He draws in the want to protect her by giving this grand love story. He knows her story, he knows she has a family to feed and protect. Peeta JOINED the careers with the intention of keeping her alive, and leading them away from her. Everything Peeta does, I believe Is to get her home and keep her safe. He is willing to stand there and be shot by her in the final moments so she can get home.

I do not think for a second he planned to survive over her. I think he just wanted to give her the best chance he could, however that looked. And I would say he was pretty successful.

thank you! @curiousnonny

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[dlcallie]

it irritates me that some people on tumblr saying that The Menu is a shittier version of Parasite, cus while yes they both have to do the poor vs the rich. While I forget the themes of Parasite cus its been a while since I’ve watched it if i remember correctly its themes are more the differences between the poor and the rich and the different lives that each live and the dangers of what money can do to people. While The Menu is more of the cost of consumerism and the death of the joy of creating.

Cus like the whole reason the chef decided to kill was because he grew to resent the people who commodified his food. The reasons he invited everyone were like really clear, he invited the food critic because she is the reason why he rose to the heights that he did. He invited the movie star guy simply because he represented what he saw himself as an artist who lost all meaning. He invited the old couple because they had eaten at his resturant ELEVEN times when most could only ever eat at his restraunt once because it was 1250 dollars per person. They have paid 13 THOUSAND DOLLARS to go there 11 TIMES and they didnt remember a single fucking dish that they had eaten despite him telling them what they were eating every single time and presuably after each meal they got the menu to take home like at the end.

While the tech bros stood for how he had to sell out. They were a reminder of how his investor (who they work for) always demanded substitution of his art. And fucking Tyler represented the people who while they savor the food are arrogant and think that they are better than everyone else for knowing everything. Margo/Erin reignited that passion for cooking if only briefly which is why she was allowed to go. She didnt try to get on his good side ,she didnt try to impress him with all of the shit that she knew, she used to enjoy her job just like he did. She didnt want all this flowery fucking food. She just wanted a cheeseburger. And the act of making that cheeseburger and forcing him to remember his time as a hamburger cook sparked his love of cooking again. Which is ultimately why shes spared because while yes the whole movie was about the givers vs the takers, ultimately erin/margo was the only one who was actually a giver. Because in the end the Chef did take. He took his diners, his staff and his own life.

#The Menu #Parsite #a friend of mine thought i should post this #so i did