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ddarker-dreams · 2 years
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So, on the Fugo part of the When You’re Sick SR post when him and Reader start arguing about dumb things only to end up making out made me realize that’s just the “Actually it’s Party Rock Is In The House” meme. Also, the Abbacchio part of that post is so sweet, bless him. -Movie Anon
fugo and SR reader have a relationship where they both feel comfortable saying whatever is on their mind, for the most part. there's lots of bickering over tiny things just for entertainment's sake. they'll start a heated debate over if flight or teleportation is a cooler superpower, going at it for hours. it's their love language.
essentially this is fugo @ SR reader
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scoups4lyfe · 1 year
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I've understood we discover more about Karizaki's demon in the Revice movie.
which movie?
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Just got carded for a rated R movie. :,)
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letsturnupthejuice · 2 years
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Howdy!
How do you feel about paranormal movies? Like Annabelle, pet semetary, and the exorcist? Can we have a horror movie marathon, too?
Not gonna lie, it depends.
If you're gonna get pissy that I point out all the things wrong with them, it's prob'ly not gonna go well. If, however, you're usin' them as an excuse to huddle close so I can 'protect' you from the big scary monsters on screen, I think we can have some fun with that, baby.
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antvnger · 1 year
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Movie anon here with more things I think you’ll find wild:
1. Can’t remember if I told you this before, but superheroes don’t exist here at all, they’re pure fiction, from comics which are turned into movies these days (I believe the first ant man comic was published in 1964) – the movies showing your universe are a huge cultural phenomenon, one of the biggest franchises in the entire world, probably the biggest movie franchise out there – the movie where you all defeated thanos was the highest grossing movie of all time at one point and is still the second highest grossing ever
2. The superhero franchise that depicts events in your universe is owned by Disney, so you’re actually technically a Disney character. At the Disney parks there’s even an “avengers campus” section themed around your universe, where there’s an ant man themed restaurant called “pym’s test kitchen” where the food is all random sizes and you’re a meetable character there too (from what I know Hope is there to meet quite a bit too and to promote the movie of your quantum adventure they added Kang for a few weeks and Cassie for a day or two)
3. The reason Paul Rudd did the promo for your book is because it was also a movie promo here — and your book is coming out here too as a movie promo thing
Holy crap, Movie Anon, that’s…wow.
That’s a lot. Like a lot a lot. Ant-Man comics first came out in 1964? I guess that’s Hank, huh?
I have comics…I’m in movies…I’m owned by Disney? I don’t know how I feel about that last one…
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Is that how you guys know so much about me and what I do? That’s wild!
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justalonelybitch · 1 year
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26/28 🏆 yup, that was Cinderella!
🛏👧🏻🚪🔵😈😱🔊🔋
also, sorry for doing these slower recently, work has me in a chokehold 😔✊
Yayyyyy
Ummm, was it called like Monster's Inc?
You're fine, sorry for my late responses, School and Work have me wrecked
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shellxrls · 25 days
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bestfriend!jj x fem!reader and they go to the beach and jj gets a boner from seeing u in a bikini
you’re practically prancing around the chateau with your tits spilling out of your bra, fabric struggling to accommodate and letting fat slip out and crease at the corners.
jj can’t help but go love-struck everytime he sees you, eyes immediately gravitating to your tits while he grows red in the face, letting out a dry cough and blaming it on ‘dehydration’ when he catches john b eyeing him for his pervy behaviour.
“dude c’mon,” john b groans, smacking jj in the chest and redirecting his attention, “it’s like you’ll see anything with tits and you can’t even bother to put it in your spank bank for later, at least have the decency to wait until she’s gone before you bust man.”
“dude, john b, i do not know what you’re talking about, i'm just admiring a beautiful woman right now,” jj defends, holding his hands up and shrugging in surrender.
“jj, you have half a fucking chub right now.”
jj’s head snaps downward, and he rushes to cover his dick, protectively placing two hand over his crotch before staring john b down.
the brunette sighs exasperatedly, “look, bro— you might as well just go jerk one out in the toilet right now, but don’t come back until you’re ready to stop creeping on her.” with that john b turns, dropping his head in his hands and leaving jj to stand there admittedly defeated.
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happy74827 · 5 months
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hey pookieeee, how about mike and reader are like new to dating and mike just got his job at freddy’s fazbears pizzeria as night guard. and he has trouble paying the bills and stuff and taking care for abby. and reader is like lemme help you. and mikes like no i got it. just rlly angsty to fluff? if you get what i mean? thanks xo
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[Mike Schmidt x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: All you wanted to do was to save him from drowning.
WC: 2883
Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending
I absolutely adored this request. I hope you were serious about the angst, because it is there and it is heavy 🫠
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Tears…that's all you could feel. You felt them running down your cheeks, and you could feel your lips trembling as you sat on the tile floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The surrounding air was thick, a suffocating feeling. It was hard to breathe. Your head felt light, and your vision was a blur. You took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to hold back the sobs you desperately wanted to let out.
You never thought you would feel this way. It was like everything you had worked for your entire life had fallen through. It was like nothing meant anything to you anymore. Your life, your family, your friends. They didn't mean anything to you. You didn't care about them. You were alone, and the only person you cared about didn't seem to care about you back.
The apartment was dark and quiet. You sat in the bathroom, the door locked, the lights off, the fan running to block the sound of your tears. Your roommate had left hours before, saying she had an early morning class. You didn't know why they even had classes so early in the morning.
It felt like decades had gone by since you sat there on the bathroom floor. The bathroom tiles were cold and uncomfortable. You were cold and uncomfortable. You didn't feel like yourself. You weren't the type to get so worked up about anything. You weren't the type to sit on a bathroom floor and cry over things you couldn't fix. You were the type to keep your head held high. To smile through everything, even if the situation was tough. To be the rock for your friends to lean on.
But, you felt alone. You felt so alone.
Michael, Mike. Michael was the one who made you feel alone. You loved him. God, you loved him more than anything. You loved him so much. You loved how caring he was. How sweet he could be. How considerate he was. You loved every inch of him and every inch of what he did for you. He was so considerate of your feelings; he never pushed you to do things you weren't ready for. So, why did his words hurt you so much? Why did his actions make you feel so small and worthless?
Why?
It had only been a few months since you started dating, and everything seemed to be perfect. He was charming, sweet, and an all-around amazing guy. You were so happy with him. He was everything you wanted in a boyfriend, and you were over the moon with how everything was going. He even seemed to care for you; at least, that's what you thought.
He had been distant for the past few weeks. You found yourself seeing Abby more often than you did Mike. You would wake up, and he wouldn't be there, only to find him passed out on the couch or working on a late project in the kitchen.
He said he was fine, but you knew he wasn't. You could tell he wasn't okay. You knew something was bothering him, but he never opened up to you about what it was. You thought about telling him it was okay. That he could talk to you about anything, he didn't need to keep it bottled up. He didn't need to worry you like that.
You did eventually open your mouth to say something about how he was feeling, but before you could even get the words out, he shut you down. He said he was fine that you were overreacting. That you needed to worry about yourself more and stop thinking about his feelings all the time. You just needed to trust him.
You believed him. You foolishly believed him until it all came crashing down. During one of your many late nights babysitting Abby for him, you accidentally stumbled upon papers that he left on the coffee table. One of which was a delinquency notice dated back to last week. He was behind on rent and had a couple of other bills that were due soon. You didn't want to add to his stress, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to try and help him with those.
Apparently, it did hurt. It hurt enough to make him snap at you when you decided to approach him the night before about it. Abby was tucked into bed in her room for the night, so you decided it would be a good opportunity to talk to him just as he was about to leave. How stupid you were. How naive. You didn't know what he was going to say, but you had no idea he was going to get so angry. So angry, in fact, that it ended up waking Abby up.
You felt your stomach churn at the memory of his voice getting louder, your name getting harsher, the tone of his words getting angrier.
"I said I can take care of myself, just like I've always done." He was livid, his face red with anger. He was trying to keep his cool, but it seemed that it was just too much for him. "Why do you have to get involved? Just butt out, alright?"
"I just want to help, Mike. You shouldn't have to pay for everything on your own. I just want to be there for you, like you are for me," you said, reaching out for his hands, but he pulled away from you.
"I don't need you to take care of me. I can handle this on my own. I've been doing this on my own for a long time," he told you, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't want to be touched, you could tell.
"You're right," you admitted. "You're an adult; you've been taking care of yourself for a long time, and I shouldn't try to change that. But I'm here, okay? I'm here for you and for Abby. And I'm not trying to take care of you; I'm just trying to help you. Just let me help you."
"What the hell do you think this is?!" Mike practically screamed at you. "You think this is easy?! You think I don't want to get out of debt, huh? Do you think I like being in debt? I don't! But it's my fault, and it's my job to take care of it!"
"Mike, calm down! Abby is sleeping in the next—" You tried to reason with him, but he didn't want to hear any of it. He was too mad. He was too angry. He turned and grabbed his car keys, turning back to look at you, the hurt and anger evident in his eyes.
"Abby isn't your concern; she's my responsibility. She's my sister, not yours. You're just—" Mike stopped himself, not wanting to say the next thing that came to his head. But you were right there, in front of him, looking up at him with eyes full of hurt. You were so close, so close he could see the tears glistening in your eyes.
“I'm just… what, Mike?" You asked him, your voice hitching. The tears that you had been holding back began to fall. You were at a breaking point; you didn't know how to feel anymore. You didn't know what you were feeling. All you knew was that your boyfriend just screamed at you and hurt you with his words.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked over your shoulder to see Abby standing there. She looked up at her brother with wide eyes and a confused expression. She looked from Mike to you, then to her hand that was on your shoulder. You felt numb. You couldn't believe what was happening.
"Abby…" Mike took a deep breath. "Abby, go back to bed, okay? I'll be back soon." He gave her a soft smile. The one he always gave you when you needed it. She looked up at him, giving him the same sad look she was giving you. She rubbed her eyes and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her. Mike turned his attention back to you, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he had more to say, but the words just didn't come out.
And that was the last time you saw him.
You spent the next couple of hours curled up on the floor, crying until you couldn't cry anymore. You tried to sleep in the own comfort of your bed, but every time you closed your eyes, you would see his face. His angry face. The face he made at you the last time you spoke. The face he made when he screamed at you. You hated it. You hated everything about it.
It was around six in the morning when you decided to finally leave your room. It was cold outside, but you didn't care. You needed some fresh air. You needed to get out of there for a little bit. You needed to get away from the suffocating apartment, the suffocating situation. You needed to get away from everything that reminded you of Mike. You walked down the hall to the patio, and you were almost to it when you heard the faint knock on the door.
You stood at the entrance to the living room, listening to the faint knocks. It was the first time in hours that you heard a sound other than your own voice. Your eyes were glued to the door, your hands in fists as you listened. And listened. And listened. It felt like an eternity before you finally decided to get the courage to walk up and answer it, reaching for the knob and pulling it open.
There, standing on the other side of the door, was your boyfriend. Michael was standing there, staring back at you. His face wasn't angry. He wasn't mad anymore. He didn't look sad either. He didn't look like anything at all. He looked blank, empty. Like he didn't have any emotions, his eyes were void of the emotions that you loved so much.
He wore his security vest, the little medallion dangling in front of his chest. He had his name tag attached to it, and you realized he came straight from work. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, sticking out at the side. His posture was slouched, his shoulders hanging low. He looked exhausted. But he was there, and he was standing right in front of you like he was the one who had been waiting for so long. Like he was the one who was worried.
"Hi," he spoke quietly. He almost whispered. It was soft, and it was quiet. His voice was scratchy and dry. He was trying to smile, but he was trying so hard to force one that it hurt you to see it. You felt a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of him. "Can we… Can we talk?"
"What are you doing here, Michael? You need to be home for Abby." You felt the lump in your throat rise up as you spoke. You could feel the tears coming back to your eyes, and you knew he saw them. He was always good at seeing through you.
"I couldn't go home knowing we're not okay." He looked at you with the saddest look you had ever seen. The look made you want to cry again. You didn't want to cry anymore.
"I… I can't right now," you said, moving to close the door in front of you. "I need some time to think." You started to shut the door, but his hand was quick to stop you from closing it. He put his foot in between the door and the frame and held the door open.
"Please," he begged, practically whining. He was so desperate. You knew he was desperate. You could see it in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how he was clenching his jaw. "I know I shouldn't have said what I did last night. I was just… I was just angry. I didn't mean what I said, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I don't want to lose you because of my shit."
"Mike…" you started, but he cut you off.
"I'm just not used to having someone around all the time… Having someone help me. I know I get angry easily; Fuck, I know I'm stubborn. I know that I get mad at myself a lot because I'm not perfect, but I'm trying. I really am. For the longest time, it's just been Abby and I and no one else. I never really had someone who was willing to take care of me… and I've always been fine. I'm fine." Mike shook his head. "But I don't want to be just fine anymore. I want to be happy, and I want to be happy with you."
You felt a fresh set of tears fall from your eyes. You couldn't help it. The words were too much for you to handle. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you with his big hazel eyes, and how his voice cracked as he spoke. He looked like he had more to say, but he didn't. He just looked at you. He looked like he was searching for something. And you realized it was your forgiveness. He was waiting for your forgiveness. He was waiting for you to give him another chance.
You thought about all the times he opened up to you. All the times he let you in, and you helped him out when he needed it. You thought about how he was there when you needed him to be. You thought about how he would smile at you when you needed him to, how he would make you smile even on your worst days.
"I think you owe a dollar for the swear jar, maybe more," you spoke softly, looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. He gave you a confused look, but he soon realized what you were talking about. He chuckled as he wiped the tears from your eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry, Abby," he apologized, acting like he was talking to his little sister. She wasn't here right now, but you knew he still felt like he needed to apologize to her for his actions, too. He always felt the need to apologize. He felt the need to try and be a better brother. To try and be a better son. He looked at you with those big eyes of his. The same eyes you fell in love with.
"Hug?" you asked, a small smile gracing your face. You didn't know why you asked, but you did. You felt the lump in your throat slowly ease up, and you finally felt the air in your lungs start to flow. He smiled back at you, opening his arms, and you stepped into them, burying your face in his shoulder.
He pulled away and kissed your forehead, resting his on top of yours. He rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around him. He felt safe and warm. He felt like everything that was missing.
"I still don't want you covering the debt," he told you. "But… I'll take the help. I can take the help. I'll take it as long as it's you." You could hear him smiling, and you squeezed him tighter.
"Of course. Of course."
Everything was falling back into place. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't fixed. There was still so much to work out, but it was starting to feel a little better. You felt a little better. You felt a little more whole again. The ache in your heart wasn't so bad. It was bearable, and you could finally breathe again.
"You can let go of me now." Mike's voice was muffled against the top of your head, and you realized you were squeezing him too tight.
Still, you didn't let go. "No, you're warm," you said, smiling into his chest.
He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Is this my punishment? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?"
"It could be worse. I could still be mad at you," you replied, kissing the side of his neck.
"Well, in that case," he suddenly grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder. He laughed as you yelped out in surprise, flailing your limbs. You felt the world turn upside down, and you screamed as he turned and walked back inside, closing the door behind him. "Let me show you how sorry I am."
He might've ended up causing Abby to be late to school that morning, but it was okay. It was okay because you were laughing. You were smiling, and most of all, you were happy.
You were happy because even though it wasn't perfect, he was trying. He was trying to make things better for himself and for you. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like you were finally home.
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mulderscully · 5 months
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When they write the history of my life, I want it to include you, and my love for you.
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Easily flustered? That’s cute but also, you’re not alone there, I can get easily flustered too
The best Hot Chocolate recipe? 👀 Colour me intrigued
Dead Poet Society first!
aye right back at you with the cute thing lol.
sadly I am sworn to secrecy on the recipe and I dare not break it because she terrifies me to this day.
good call on Dead Poets Society first, the first time I watched it I cried then went to sleep and had weird dreams 😂. (do you agree that whatever Todd and Neil had going on was at least a little fruity?)
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melodythebunny · 2 years
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justhinking about the movie and your oc...
How they were both nice until society cuased them to snap.
I-
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@ninjastormhawkkat @liloskull343 @spaaceeboyy
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ddarker-dreams · 2 years
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Hey, I just wanted to pass by and say that I'm reading "Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?" too! What do you think of the book so far? - Movie Anon
MOVIE ANON i'm so sorry i took so long to get to this ask GJEKMR i didn't forget!!!! i had to think about it because my thoughts were a bit conflicted??
i felt that the initial set up and worldbuilding were super interesting, i was zooming through the first half of the book like nobodies business. especially when it came to the confrontation with the opera singer luba lift and the protagonist's subsequent arrest with a police precinct he didn't even know existed, the mystery and suspense + his budding ethical dilemmas over what it even means to define humanity were so well done. then as the book started to draw to a close and we got that whole bit with rachael rosen, i was thrown off guard in a bad way JHKMEGR i could see what the author was going for but it felt a little... too abrupt and rushed. if it was fleshed out just a bit more i probably wouldn't have been so confused about it. ANYWAY, i enjoyed the overall experience, and felt the strengths far outweigh the few head scratching moments. 4/5. i'm curious to know what you think about it, since i'm assuming you've finished it by now.
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ghostsofvhs · 3 months
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Think of June.
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rwrbmovie · 5 months
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Until he met this devastatingly handsome young peasant boy who was from this faraway land and said the most ghastly things to him. And made him feel truly alive for the first time in his life.
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abuzd · 2 years
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movie anon! thinking about it i have some other movies that kind of disturb me for unknown reasons that are older too so i can relate to that but the one movie that sticks out in my mind as my trigger movie is spring breakers (2012) everyone reacts like huh??? when i tell them it impacted me so badly.
no dude man spring breakers fucked me up too! i walked out the theatre, i couldn’t even finish it. i fuckin couldn’t stand that movie. you are Not alone in that one!!
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cozymaples · 3 months
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mike fucking you till you cry but being so sweet about it -
“feel that good baby?” n wiping her tears?? LAWDDDDD
OHHHH UH HUH.
“can’t-“ you gasp, sobbing softly as mike fucks into you. his cock is thick, long and hard as it stretches you out. the mattress squeaks beneath you, and he coos softly. “oh, baby; but you can.” he encourages, his thumb lazily rubbing circles into your clit like muscle memory, knowing just where to make you squirm. “feels good, huh?” he asks, be-knowingly. the girth of his cock makes you feel stuffed full of him, the length of him brushing against your g-spot. he wipes your tears with his thumb, pressing his lips to yours over and over again. tender kisses to keep you grounded as he fucks into you harder, broken sobs spilling from you into his mouth. his lips are parted, moans trembling out of him as he listens to your weak, whiny moans. “come on, honey.” he pleads, “want you to feel good, baby. let go. let yourself go.” he orders softly between thrusts, and you cry out, coming undone around his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you, spilling his load into you.
yeah…yeah.
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