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friendlyneighborhoodhottie · 5 months

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───♡───────────── Let Me Help (Dave Lizewski x Reader -Hurt/Comfort-) ───♡─────────────

You're stressed out because of things at home, but Dave makes you feel better. Light language

364 Words.

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Senior year had been kicking everyone's asses. Between finals, majors, colleges, trades, and balancing your social life, you were overwhelmed. You were so grateful for your best friends Dave, Todd, and Marty for making this time so much easier.

You all decided to spend that Friday night at Dave's in his living room studying, goofing off, and just enjoying each other's company.

Hours passed, and it was getting really late, so Marty, followed by Todd, left to go home.

It was just you and Dave now.

"I should probably get going too" you said. You slightly smiled but had a hint of sadness on your face and Dave noticed.

"Are you okay? You can stay longer if you want" he proposed, "We can catch up on more issues of Batman or watch more YouTube.". He didn't want to seem annoying and pry, but he didn't want any best friend of his to leave feeling defeated about something.

"Yeah, I just have a lot of shit going on at home. I don't want to trauma dump or anything on you." You said waving your hands. You stood up from the couch getting ready to grab your bag.

"Hey, wait, come back. Come sit next to me." He gently says in a concerned tone. He scooted over to create more room for you.

"You wouldn't be trauma dumping, you're just venting. Talk to me, that's what friends are for." he says in that soft and raspy voice of his.

You sat next to him and he turned his body toward you. You press your lips together before opening up about what's got you so down, your home life, and how stressed you feel. He nodded his head, looking at you as you spoke.

"I'm sorry." you mumble as you wipe away tears that formed with your sleeve.

He moved closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders before saying, "No, you don't have to apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong. I won't judge you for anything. And anytime you need someone, I'll always be there for you".

You nodded as more tears fell down your face.

He hugged you.

"Give me a call or come over whenever. I'll always make time for you."

#dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x reader #kickass x reader #dave lizewski fanfic #kick ass #i love this man #comfort character x reader #dave being a sweetheart #kickass 2 #he's so sweet #hurt/comfort #might edit later #gender neutral y/n #marvel x you #aaron taylor johnson

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galaxywhump · 10 months

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This is extremely stupid, but could I ask for some cheering up? I've been struggling with uni stuff and kinda doubting myself in general.

#is this me fishing for compliments?#maybe #sorry about that #i know most people are asleep rn so i'll probably reblog this a bit later too #but still #marti vents

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myelicia · 7 months

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André Edouard Marty "Les ailes dans le vent" 1919

#art #vent

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wiihtigo · 6 months

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🖊️ casey time

(these are old..) SHES FRIENDS WITH MICHELLE! kind of. well at least until michelle can find any other- literally anyone else in the city to be friends with thats not her. Michelle was actually the first, and only friendship id developed for casey before nell was even a twinkle in martys eye. heres a very early note i made when i just made casey

she thinks michelle is awesome and an angel compared to her brother. she cant believe theyre related and in her opinion she'd be doing michelle a favor getting rid of him. especially after lending an ear to her venting her annoyances with him and taking it personally

i had it in mind michelle would, despite everything, realize her friendship wasnt ALL a lie (largely a lie- but not all) and feel some of that friendship spark within her and kinda vouch for her when shes in jail and I LIKE TO THINK...they stay friends afterwards too...

#asks #casey #a #all but the last doodle are old lol lol

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knickynoo · 8 months

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep04 “Marty McFly PFC” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Lots of jitterbugging, Marty accidentally joins the military, and using German words is strictly verboten.

Another green screen opening! Our good friend Doc is in the 1940s, where he's entered a jitterbug dance contest. He's having a blast watching the other competitors.

A few things here...

There was a missed opportunity to have Doc's contestant number be 88.

Also, you can't just drop information about Doc apparently being able to jitterbug well enough to enter a contest and then NOT show him dancing. This is Doc Lore that shouldn't just be glossed over! The man can jitterbug??! Show. Us.

Why did this form of dance ever go out of style? I LOVE swing dancing. We should still be doing this.

Doc leads us into the cartoon by reminiscing about the time that Verne, who was taking dance lessons, accidentally entered a jitterbug contest as well in 1944.

We begin at the Hill Valley Dance Academy, where we quickly learn that Verne is not a very good dancer. He's attempting to waltz with his partner, but keeps stepping on her feet and messing up the footwork. His teacher is quite displeased with his lack of progress over the previous three weeks.

Look at Vernie with his slicked back hair and fancy little outfit. Adorable.

After a terrible class, Verne goes home to beg Clara to let him quit. She tells him that it's important to finish what you start. Also! We've got a new and improved Clara this season! First of all, her character design is much better—her features aren't quite as wonky as they were at the start of season one—and she's got some new clothes! It seems that Clara has been adjusting well to living in the early 1990s.

I love that we never see Clara not wearing purple. The girl knows what she likes and sticks to it.

After realizing he isn't getting anywhere with trying to convince his mother, Verne goes to Doc to vent about his dance woes. Doc says that he, too, took dance lessons as a kid, and that it was, "a humiliating experience."

To help Verne out, Doc digs through a trunk for an old invention: a pair of boots that are programmed to help the wearer perform certain dances. Unfortunately, as with most of Cartoon Doc's inventions, they malfunction pretty much right away, making him dance too quickly before spinning him out of control and then exploding.

Doc searches for the blueprints to repair them, but he can't find it anywhere in his files. Using a different invention to help jog his memory, Doc has a "flashback" to where he had stored the original blueprints.

We learn that Doc lived in a small apartment above a gas station in 1944, and he tells Verne a bit about World War II and all the fear and uncertainty of the time. He recalls hiding the blueprints under some clothes in a drawer just before the siren announcing a blackout sounded. This is 1944 Doc, by the way.

Not sure why he has such dark hair. There was that episode last season where we met him as a four-year-old, and he had very light blond hair. By 1955, his hair is still a light blond, heading toward white. Did he dye his hair at some point? Hmm.

Anyway, Doc goes on to tell Verne that the dresser holding the blueprints was lost the next year in a fire. Verne suggests they just take a quick trip back to 1944 to nab the blueprints, but Doc doesn't want to take the risk of running into his past self. Verne is not pleased.

We cut scene to Marty, who is rummaging through the Browns' fridge like a starving man since he apparently doesn't have a family of his own to feed him. Verne promises to buy Marty a big, greasy burger if he'll go on an "errand" with him. This is enough to get Marty to agree, and he and Verne set off for 1944. And this right here is another major difference between Movie Marty and Cartoon Marty. Movie Marty wouldn't be swayed by the promise of food. That kid doesn't even need food. He'll go through all sorts of exciting and nightmarish adventures on a completely empty tank—no food, no water, no sleep. He's just built different.

After arriving, our little Chaos Duo partake in some breaking and entering and find the blueprints.

Just when it looks like their errand is already done and they're in the clear, Marty and Verne are stopped by a Blackout Warden, who questions them on why they had lights on in the apartment during a scheduled blackout. Were they trying to signal enemy planes?

The warden then finds the DeLorean, which he assumes is some type of advanced weapon. He goes to inform the military while Marty and Verne take off running. The two hide out in some bushes overnight in a victory garden, and are found in the morning by a girl named Rosie and her little sister, Dorothy.

We then meet Sergeant Frank Tannen, who obviously has a thing for Rosie and, in typical Tannen fashion, starts being much too forward and handsy with her. Marty intervenes, and Frank chases them for a while before they manage to get the upper hand.

But if you think that this is the end of the trouble for Marty and Vernie, you're wrong. The warden shows up then, announcing that he's placing the both of them under citizen's arrest. They take off running again, with both Frank and the warden in pursuit.

Verne, who is smart, takes cover in a movie theater. Marty, who is a doofus on a good day, runs straight into a recruiting center. For some reason, he thinks it's a restaurant?? And when he asks if people are on line for food, the guy in front of him says they'll get three square meals a day. Marty, who is still very hungry, is thrilled and asks what he has to do to get some food. He's told to sign a form, which he immediately does.

Marty has accidentally joined the Army.

This all could have been avoided if he'd been able to find some food in the fridge earlier. Or even if he'd had a granola bar stashed away in his pocket or in the car.

After learning of Marty's predicament, Verne starts trying to figure out how to rescue him. While he's out in town, he runs into Rosie and Dorothy, who ask him if he'd like to come to their house for a Salisbury steak. "Nah, but a hamburger would be great!" Verne replies, promptly getting a hand clamped over his mouth by Rosie. He's informed that he shouldn't say "The H-word," or people might think he's a Nazi spy.

At their house, Dorothy asks Verne to stick around and be her partner for the jitterbug contest (if you hadn't guessed, Dorothy is Verne's dance teacher as a little girl). Verne says he can't possibly hang around; he's got to save Marty.

"You kidding?" Rosie replies. "The Army will make a man out of him."

Immediate cut to this scene:

Poor guy.

Returning to the "H-word" scene for a moment, I'd like to point out that in the initial scene with Frank Tannen, he keeps using German phrases and catching himself. He calls Marty and Verne "wisenheimers" (great word that isn't used nearly enough, by the way. It means a smart-aleck/wise-guy), as well as "dummkopfs."

If people aren't supposed to be using German words, Sergeant Tannen isn't doing a very good job. Maybe...he's a spy!!

(side-note: I don't know for sure, but I'd assume Frank is Biff's uncle? Maybe he's Irving "Kid" Tannen's brother?)

Okay, back to Marty. He's—

Wait, wrong piece of media.

After eating some very questionable food in the mess hall, Marty is rescued by Verne, who is dressed as a medic.

They run off to the town square, where the dance contest is being held. Frank and the warden from earlier are both there searching for Marty and Verne. Marty dons a wig and poses as one of the "Anderson sisters" up on the stage, while Verne goes with Dorothy to dance. Using the power of swing-dancing, Verne and Dorothy basically beat up Frank and the warden. Verne also discovers that he really likes to dance!

The pair win first place in the contest, and Marty and Verne then steal the DeLorean back from the men who were guarding it and return home.

After seeing the blueprints, Doc says he doesn't approve of the trip to the past, but it's okay as long as they didn't interact with anyone or interfere with anything. Verne and Marty trade mischievous smiles, then Verne runs off to his dance class.

We return to Real Doc, who leads us into a fascinating lesson about center of mass, and shows us a very interesting experiment demonstrating how men and women have different centers of mass (due to the way a woman's hips are positioned), thus allowing women to easily perform a maneuver that involves taking a certain number of steps back, leaning forward with the top of your head against a wall, picking up a chair, and standing straight up—something the majority of men apparently can't do. Here are gifs of a woman (in a spectacularly 90s outfit) and Bill Nye demonstrating.

I actually was so interested in this that I searched up several videos of people doing it on youtube. All the women could do it easily, but only one guy could, lol.

Looks like a fun game to play at a party or family get-together!

This was an enjoyable episode. Lots of silly Marty and Verne shenanigans. I would like to start seeing more of Clara and Jules, though. They're not utilized nearly enough in this cartoon. I think that's because they both have too much common sense, so it's easier to leave them out of the picture and let Doc, Verne, and Marty run wild.

Join me next time to see Marty and Verne throw caution to the wind and let Verne's friend in on the secret of time travel.

#back to the future #bttf: the animated series

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cringefail-loser · 3 months

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welcome to cringefail-loser ☆

my name is Ziggy, but you can also call me Donnie, Scottie, or Marty.

pronouns ➭ he/him gender ➭ male age ➭ 16 sexuality ➭ bi

[check below the cut for more info about me]

My current hyperfixation is emo/scene culture. My fandoms are Stranger Things, MCR, Wallows, Invader Zim, Legend of Zelda, Nintendo games in general, Stand by Me, Donnie Darko, SPN, IANOWT, Spree, and IT (1990 miniseries + movies).

BYF ➭ I vent occasionally (with tws in tags), I swear a lot, I use the word "God" a lot (I'm atheist), I am a bit of a dry texter.

BOUNDARIES ➭ DMs are OK (even without asking), questions about my sexuality/gender are OK (as long as you are being respectful), no deadnaming/misgendering pls. Ask about other boundaries that I haven't mentioned here.

DNI ➭ Pro-Israel, racist, misogynists, queerphobic, homophobic, transphobic, pedos, NSFW/kink blogs, terfs/transmeds, anyone right wing in general.

Other blogs:

Watcher ➭ @ashamedmadej MCR ➭ @mechanicalromans Politics ➭ @happystings SPN ➭ @sammys-hair Anti-terf ➭ @anti-terf-posts Osemanverse ➭@beachofdover 80's gays ➭ @willstears

ASK FOR SOCIALS !!

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fragilelovelythings · 4 months

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A writer's ramble

I might be going crazy. I'm currently between 5 open tabs with my WIPs and I HONESTLY WONDER HOW DID I GET HERE?

A friend suggested I continue on some other of my fics as 'Eunuch Besties' is my multi-chapter and sometimes makes me feel art-blocked. And I followed her advice today, happily sitting at my desk with my iced latte and digging into my half paragraph of 'Not quite prejudice, not quite pride' to now have three pages in front of me. As far as I've thought, this fic will also be a multi-chapter, as I want to get into Greg's mind (Yeah, I'm not dropping my dear Succession EVER) for a different take on the canon. Here, I basically play with the idea of Greg being obsessed with Mr. Darcy from P&P to then place him right there in Succession S1E01 where he meets the 'real life' version of him. But it's just not him, and nobody but Greg can see the resemblance. I love the idea of Greg ridiculously in love with Mr. Darcy, who has Tom's face but it's not AT ALL the same person. Hehehe, I feel this will give me headaches as well as fun times.

But as the rebel that I am, I also opened my other wips: the Loki one which I don't really know where it's going beyond answering this question: 'What if Loki had accepted that beer?' from Don on season 2. Here I wonder a lot about what would have happened and also, I want to put Loki between Don's kids and see what happens. I still have no idea if this will be a one-shot o a multi-chapter fic. Again, it's just a WIP.

And while checking on those two, another really fucked up idea came to me: what if Roman had sucked Greg off when they were younger? Would he remember that? Would he do it again now that Greg is into the family business? Would he deny it? Would Greg want it to happen again? Who knows. Wait. Me. Hehe. So I began typing on this, clearly absorbed by the unanswered questions I gave myself.

Finally, checking those tabs I found my untitled True Detective WIP where I want to give a twist on that scene between Rust and Marty in their lockers, hands-on with each other ready to beat themselves up but not quite doing it.

And now, taking a break from them all, I vent here as I am allowed to do while crossing fingers I get to work more on any of those ideas above.

#ao3 writer #fanfic #succession #eunuch besties #fragilewrites #loki #true detective #tomgreg #greg hirsch #roman roy #romencken #lokius #mobius #a writer’s ramble series

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amaranthsynthesis · 10 months

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Given that [Awful Triad Horror-Show] is intended to be an illustrated web serial vs any sort of sequential art project, I spent entirely too long worried about color motifs, but here they are! The triad in question, the three POV characters, who all get to whack each other with a stick to trade off protagonist/antagonist/love interest roles.

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Aedin Starosta, Magus Artificer Superior, has been sent to the Prince's mountain court as a visiting scholar and researcher with no official diplomatic capacity. A member of the Magerium sent in the spirit of friendship. Unofficially, it's universally understood that he has been nominated for the dubious position as the prince's future advisor, and is meant to be making inroads there in the interest of strengthening those relationships prior to any power exchange on the Imperial throne. In reality, and understood by only Mage Starosta himself, he is in political exile--and his superiors are banking on him pissing the prince off enough to get himself killed.

Prince Konstantin Martis Wendelin Vacil, First Prince Stalwart and heir apparent of the Callisian Empire, is brooding in the mountains between campaigns. A man grown, with an impressive military career behind him, he is ill-at-odds with peacetime and the sharp decrease in power, duties, and personal freedom it brings, and the stifling culture of niceties and expectations he has to operate within. Hamstrung by his distant father, Konstantin is increasingly frustrated with the limits place upon him and his father's refusal to die or release them, and vents those frustrations more and more often the lesser nobility, younger songs, and out-of-favor castoffs from the Imperial Court who surround him. The arrival of a foreign mage with a singularly offensive manner and his outrageous, dangerously intriguing proclivities may just be the breaking point.

Melisande, the Consort Imperial, is not human. They are Konstantin's closest companion and advisor, created at the moment of his birth as laid out in the pact made at the advent of the Empire, when the first emperor made a contract with extraplanar forces that locked his bloodline to their clade and promised a permanent, physical form, in return for power--enough power to establish the Callisians as a major threat. The Lady Melisande, the mountain court and the Empire at large knows them as, but beneath the sharp-tongued temptress they are furious, a trapped creature rendered invulnerable by their otherworldly nature and powerless by the chains of their station. The newest visitor to the mountains is at first a novel victim to terrorize, but he brings with him tools of magic and ancient, lost knowledge that redefine everything Melisande knows to be true.

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I'm slowly putting together the pieces of their story, and I'm SO excited with everything new I'm finding out about their world. I've not been able to draw in a while, and I've not written anything substantial for even longer, but I'm getting back into the swing of things and trying to build strong (and healthy! sustainable!) habits. I still don't know enough about the ending and outline to start writing properly, but I'm honestly shocked at how much I've accomplished, and getting closer every day :)

#awful triad horror show #Konstantin #Aedin #Melisande #artings #character art #finn rambles about OCs #im honestly so FUCKING excited trying not to overdo it and burn myself out before I start is harddddddd #digital art

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part VIII): The Perfect 3/4 and Ending

This is it: the finale. HERE WE GO, everyone-- buckle in.

**Note**: I'll edit later~.

Grace apologizes for not telling Bob sooner; and Bob’s just happy that the crisis is averted.

…But he starts to relax his hold when Grace hands over the letter.

“I found this in your house. That’s me.”

Bob blanks.

“I’m going away tonight so… you won’t be reminded.”

Bob’s leaning away.

“I didn’t-- I didn’t know--” followed by profuse apologies.

Bob starts shutting down. “I gotta go.”

“Okay.”

“I gotta-- I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

Biggest of oofs, my guy. Understandable completely. But oof.

“I gotta…” and I can’t understand that part-- “wow” or “walk”?

There he goessssssss (clutching the letter)… well, compared to a lot of other 3/4 acts, this was pretty nice. I’d even say reasonable, and still sweet.

Grace takes the bike with her to Rome. Great choice. I’ll bet there’ll be some scenic, heartfelt shots with it.

Marty won’t get Angelo’s “you gotta run to see if they follow” hint; but he reluctantly lets his granddaughter go, alone, as planned.

Hugs and kisses. Love this little unit.

Grandpa doesn’t look up after hugging her-- he’s teary. Aw, man.

“Yeah,” says Grace to her friend. And that is all.

Megan-Bonnie understands: there’s still some anger at following her advice, but there’s more love; and, overall, a lot of processing she needs to do. And Minnie/Grace’s ready to go and for Bonnie to take her.

“Okay.”

Back to Bob, he's sittin’ and thinkin’ and doing some processin’ of his own. And apparently talking to his late wife, since he keeps looking up and mumbling quietly (which we, the audience can’t hear.)

His sittin’ and thinkin’ is around his work and the city; Grace’s sittin’ and thinkin’ is surrounded by cheery voices while cornering herself off near flowers.

He’s running with the dog (Mel) now… she’s painting somewhere now… the music is soft and contemplative and touching.

I think this was good for both in a way that usual 3/4 marks aren’t or don’t utilize fully: it’s not the “come win me back because of a misunderstanding” chase, it’s the “life’s tough and the rules have shifted; and we both need to figure out if we can handle them before getting back in the game” mature space and deliberation.

Ahhhhh, the canvas is blank because her dreams are empty and sad so she can’t paint them. Nice pay off, Bonnie Hunt. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

CHARLIE’S BACK. Bob is torn up and calls his pal, needing to talk to someone. Little voice crack, little sandpaper mouth, uh huh, uh huh.

At the same time, gossipy but well-meaning waiter sniffs blood in the water and swoops in to listen and give Minnie/Grace someone to vent to.

Lots of “yes”s from Bob and “si”s from Grace ensue.

Charlie’s face and the old men’s faces:

That is all.

Sophie being miffed that Wally didn’t even think to open the door for her-- “What a guy”-- and then INSTANTLY calling him back and running inside because Bob pulled up and shoving Wally aside to get back in was exquisite.

Bonnie Hunt has such a talent; and I love, love, love her details; with the above, but also Bob’s walk of shame (or trepidation… or both) contrasted to the first two times he dropped in. Hats off to you, Bonnie.

And I love that all the older folks are so nice, helping lower that last guard of Bob’s to reveal how worn and weary he is. Especially weary that, on top of it all, Grace/Minnie did leave (in part because the dedication to Elizabeth was next week.)

“Well, I’ve been thinkin’--”

An OUTBURST of support-- if a little TOO much-- from the table.

They’re the best.

The group nod along, knowing that the dedication’s next week and of course he has conflicted emotions.

“I miss Elizabeth,” Bob emphasizes. “I’ll always miss her. But I, uh…”

Great acting and directing choice, just letting the statement hang there.

…It’s still hanging there. Still a great choice.

…Yup, still hangin’. Still a great choice.

“--I ache for Grace,” Bob concludes, a yawning chasm opening up in the crack of his voice. (Kudos to you, Mr. Duchovny-- clap, clap!)

Also, “I ache for Grace”: the person, the concept, the metaphor, the etc.s of this situation. Masterful, understated line whoever wrote it.

The old people let that sit, knowing how loaded and powerful (in the fullest sense) that confession was.

“And I don’t know if I can… if she can--”

“She CAN!” butts in Sophie, who gets hushed by Grandpa Marty. I love these old fogies so much. (And Angelo’s face saying “every time” about Sophie in the third pic, I’m dying.)

Bob’s heartened and touched by both gestures.

Ooh, Marty’s got some words of wisdom. Let’s follow after and hear what he’s got to say.

Hope it’s not too cheesy because I might just like it too much.

ANGELO’S PEEPING; and Sophie’s rebuke gives way to her dying curiosity.

I CACKLED WHEN ANGELO YELLED “HE’S GOT HIM IN A CHOKEHOLD.” He doubled down until even the other two men had their doubts of their doubts and joined him in his transgression. A legend.

Can I become Angelo when I get to be his age? …Can I be Angelo now????

Grandpa Marty giving room for Bob to sort and refigure; but also trusts that his prayers led their two lives together because Grace needed a very special heart. THAT needs to be said with all sincerity and simplicity or it comes across as morbid and reductive. Marty does just that: he’s a simple man who loves his granddaughter, wants her happy; and prizes Bob, doesn’t discount the others' sorrows, and gives loving tribute to the memory of a woman he never met.

“When she met you, her heart beat truly for the first time. Perhaps it was meant to be with you always.”

His speech could teeter on cheesy; but he means every word, and Bob believes him. And to quote the movie Bolt: “If he believes it, the audience believes it.”

There’s that supernatural breeze again.

Speaking of supernatural, here’s the nuns I’ve heard about only briefly. They ride motorcycles, right?

Oh, they love her bike.

“Oh, no. Oh, no,” protests the nun while getting on the bike. Amazing.

Bob the Bike Boy is here-- ahhhhh, this is how he finds Minnie/Grace, got it. Mhm.

I was right. Cha ching (or in this case: *ching ching*.) Perfect.

There he goes!

I endorse this “escorting a nun” business. I like it, I like it A LOT.

Also: Bob tucks his head back as he approaches to better surprise Grace:

“Tu amor?” the nun guesses.

More like “Tu… *insert the Italian word for shocked*.”

“Si.” (Bringing back that exchange with the Italian waiter from earlier, nice touch for the 1000th time.)

Bob’s bashfully grinning. The nun’s full-on grinning. Grace’s grinning; and, overwhelmed, she starts tearing up.

“You came all the way to Italy?”

A little tilt then head nod: “I did.” (Look at that nun in the corner. Look at BOTH of them.) “I came all the way to Italy.”

A nice reunion hug.

…I know where this is leading and I don’t know if I’m ready but HERE WE GO, FOLKS.

‘Kay, cradling the face-- a signature DD move. ‘Kay, staring into the eyes with a wistful, soulful smile, mhm-- classic Duchovny move, classic. And--

Oh! We get an “I love you, Grace.” Nice little bonus.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand there it is: we get a heartbeat check. But it’s done so tenderly without fuss or drama that it stands for itself.

(The nuns are STILL there. You go, girls.)

Dedication time!

FENNINGTON IS THE MONKEY HOUSE PORTRAIT GUY. I kneeeeew it (though I had my doubts. But let it never be said I don’t know somethings.) We’re also not here to talk about his sizeable donations through the years, no no of course not.

Bob has a speech? Okay, Bob has a speech! (I’ve never been someone who likes movie speeches, I’m dying.)

BONNIE/MEGAN AND JOE AND THE KIDS BLESS YOU FOR BEING HERE YOU SAVED ME.

And Charlie got a whoop from the audience members we care about, whoo!

Also: the golf claps are killing me... It’s so awkward, and it always takes away from the authenticity of the speaker’s words. BUT it’s true to life; and we-- meaning I-- persevere.

THERE’S A WEDDING?? I like weddings, let’s go.

Wait.

Bonnie.

You got me. I love the fake out even more.

The last we see of Bob and Grace are them boppin’ to tunes in the Irish-Italian restaurant (and Bonnie/Megan checking in briefly before Joe sweeps her up as well) with his signature swing-out-then-in move.

(CHARLIE HAS A KID NOW?????)

And a happy little fade-to-black.

Well done, 90s romcom! You did good.

Thank you for taking this winding, rambly journey with me-- it was a ton of fun, and I hope you had fun, too~.

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part VIII #DD #txf #but not #mine #analysis #Minnie Driver #The Perfect 3/4 and Ending

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