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isfjmel-phleg · 1 year

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I rewatched TSG 1949 today, so have some random thoughts expanded on the notes from last year's viewing that I never had the energy to convert to something coherent.

The opening credits play over a shot of the locked garden and then hands opening the door (Mary's, identifiable by a ring she's seen to wear later). The score makes the garden seem quite ominous and establishes a dark tone.

The opening scene is from the POV of the officers investigating the Lennox home and discussing cholera and death, and the first shot is of vultures overhead, a contrast to the much friendlier bird who will appear later. In case the opening music didn't get the message across that This Is A Dark Movie.

Mary's parents are not given first names in the book, so adaptations frequently give them names. Here her father is "John Lennox." No longer a Captain?

Mary is introduced singing and surrounded by extravagant dolls. The former foreshadows her singing later for Colin, and the latter is visual shorthand for Bratty Little Girl (and a lot of adaptations use it, despite the book's making clear that Mary has no more interest in dolls than she does in people.)

Mary’s characterization here is shrill, snobby, and outspoken. Margaret O'Brien nails it, of course, but it's not much like the Mary of the book, who starts off eerily cold and detached when not angered. I can't imagine her, for instance, loudly spouting classist remarks about other children and getting in a fight with them without provocation--which happens in this movie.

Mary’s relationship with her parents is vague? She tells an officer that they're always going away, and apparently she wasn't allowed in the front of the house, but she seems to have been around her mother enough to be able to quote a bigoted opinion of hers. She later explains that her mother "never let anyone see me because I wasn't pretty." The officer is surprised to learn that the Lennoxes had a child at all but also tries to console Mary on the news of her parents' death by saying that he knows how much Mary and her mother must have loved each other. It seems roughly comparable to how the book establishes it, but with more of an emphasis on Mrs. Lennox rejecting her daughter based on her looks rather than just not wanting a child at all.

Misselthwaite has an emphatically Gothic atmosphere, highlighted by plenty of darkness and people walking around with whole candelabra. This Is A Dark Movie.

Martha's chief characterization is that she's perpetually laughing. I assume this is as a contrast to Mary, or perhaps an attempt to make her comic relief, but the effect is rather one-note.

The first glimpse of Mr. Craven is him on a balcony looming over the distant sight of Mary leaving the house, He's seen from behind, with emphasis on his deformed back, and ominous music plays. This Is A Dark Movie.

For purposes of convenience, the robin is now a raven (played by a bird named Jimmy, who appeared in many movies of this era, including You Can't Take It with You, The Wizard of Oz, and It's a Wonderful Life), and Mary is initially antagonistic to him, not fascinated as her book counterpart is with the robin.

Dickon shows up on the first day, tells Mary all about the garden, and gives her the skipping rope (taking over a little of Marth's role in the book). Mary is also antagonistic to him.

“I’m not hungry, I’m just eating. Get me another biscuit,” Mary tells Martha after her first day out. LOL!

There's an emphasis on darkness and shadow in the manor's interior, especially in the dreamlike sequence of Mary's opening door after door into a series of rooms trying to get away from Martha and ending up at Colin's door. This Is A Dark Movie.

Mary’s first sight of her uncle is as he is leaving the room of a screaming Colin, and he wants to see her shortly afterward. This sets him up as apparently the sort of person who leaves screaming children in his wake and makes her meeting him more tense.

As she enters, the drink in his hand and the decanter on the table are highlighted. The camera shifts to Mary's direct POV (as if it were her eyes) as he speaks to her. He is characterized as depressed, erratic, and probably an alcoholic. Any kindly traits of his book counterpart are all but absent, and he creepily tells Mary, his ten-year-old niece, "I had hoped you might be beautiful." He tells her this twice. This Is A Dark Movie.

[yikes]

Ben is the head gardener now because why not. Now that this scene is taken from the one in the book, Mary is fascinated by the bird this time.

In the book, when Colin first meets Mary, he asks her "in a half-frightened whisper," "Are you a ghost?" The movie's Colin calmly informs her, “You’re a ghost,” and that will tell you all you need to know about the direction taken with his characterization. He has a clinical, smugly superior attitude when he's not being emotionally volatile. It's not necessarily...wrong for the character? but feels off to me and I can't pinpoint why.

Mary informs him that she thinks he's "crazy," both him and his father. This adaptation has more of an emphasis on the Cravens as (potentially?) mentally unstable than any other, I think.

An elderly Mrs. Sowerby makes a brief appearance when Mary goes to her cottage! Mary thanks her for the skipping rope and asks if Dickon will speak to her. It's a very minor scene, and Mrs. Sowerby plays no further role, but it's nice to see Mary get to have a pleasant interaction with her. Especially in a movie with this tone.

“What good's a secret if there’s no one to tell?” Mary says to Dickon. This version of her is not at all withdrawn or secretive.

Out of all the children, Dickon's characterization seems to come closest to his book counterpart: he's pleasant, friendly, good with animals, and genuinely excited about getting into the garden. Nothing mysterious or mystical about him. He's just a really nice, sweet kid and a good friend. Very accurate.

This is the only version that I'm aware of in which Mary does not discover the garden alone. She and Dickon find it together. She asks him to open the door, but he gives her back the key so she can do the honors.

There's a murder mystery angle: Mary and Dickon find the fallen tree branch on a chair in the garden, and the possibility is raised that Mr. Craven might have killed his wife. Which is probably why the film has established him as erratic and ominous. This Is A Dark Movie.

"Dickon...did you really meant what you said about how I'm not so bad-looking?" Mary asks shyly. Why is this film so preoccupied with Mary's looks? The equivalent line in the book, I think, is when she asks if he likes her. Quite a difference.

Mary as a grandiose liar spinning tall tales to her cousin and Colin as a conniving manipulator who stages his tantrums: entertaining characterizations, not especially in keeping with the characters of the book.

The screenwriter seems to be of the opinion that the best way to convey that a child is bratty is have them say, “I hate you, I hate you” constantly.

Colin's doctor is portrayed as coddling and smothering, keeping Colin wearing leg braces and ordering that the windows stay closed. This version of the character is not a relative set to inherit if Colin dies, so the motive here is less clear. But Colin in this version does not seem to play an active role in holding himself back from recovery.

The tantrum scene is played for comedy. It is indeed entertaining. Very different in tone from Burnett's, but amusing. ...This Is A Dark Movie?

Mary points out that Colin is proud of his expectation of dying since it makes him feel special and different and that he uses it as a tool to get his way. And she's not wrong?

He develops a gentler, more vulnerable and childlike manner post-tantrum. The smugly superior attitude completely vanishes.

There's a rather slapstick moment in which the doctor comes while Dickon and his animals are visiting Colin and the raven steals the doctor's toupee. ...This Is A Dark Movie?

The grand doctor from London (called Dr. Fortescue here) makes an appearance and sensibly diagnoses the issue but is shouted down by Colin's doctor.

Colin announces that he wants to go outdoors and will make himself difficult if they try to stop him, and Medlock and the doctor are somehow shocked that he is having the audacity to speak to them like this.

Before entering the garden, he tries to walk to the door but falls down and sobs, and here ends any further attempt to stand until the end.

There are no scenes of the children working in or restoring the garden. After Mary and Dickon find it, the next time it appears is when Colin visits, and it is colorful and blooming as if by magic. The switch to Technicolor is an effective choice.

In contrast to the joyful tone of the line in the book, this Colin utters a solemn “I shall live forever, I shall live forever.” still with the mark of tears on face from the failed walking attempt.

Dr. Fortescue visits Mr. Craven to follow up on the recent visit to Colin, and there's a discussion of Mr. Craven's mental health. He admits, “For ten years, my sanity has been a matter of...shall we say, touch and go.” We're meant to see him as not merely depressed and grieving but also unstable, perhaps dangerously so. There's also some frustrated remarks from him on his disability...and that's more to unpack than I can get into here.

Fortescue, the resident psychoanalyst, tells him, “You transferred your longing to die to your own son.” As in many adaptations, Colin's issues are primarily attributed to his father.

We see the children again in the garden, but they're not working, just discussing the changes in them and the adults' suspicions (which we don't see in action).

Ben shows up not to be shocked at the sight of Colin but to warn the children to get out of the garden lest Mr. Craven find them.

(No standing in indignation, no learning to walk--this is where the 2020 film gets that take.)

Dickon has an off-screen conversation with Ben, which he relays to the other children. It's confirmed that Mr. Craven didn't kill his wife. Like any of us actually thought he might have. This Is A Dark Movie.

Then it turns into Mary saying she won't be able to understand her uncle's grief until she gets older, then declaring she doesn't want to grow up. Colin reminds her of a story she told me about a secret garden that only children could see and says, "It's a long time till we're grown-up. We're going to be happy. Nothing is going to happen to our garden. No one will ever know."

So they seem to be going for the garden as a symbol of childhood innocence or something, but I'm not sure how this thematically fits with anything else that the film has presented.

Colin and his father then have a conversation, which changes the nature of their relationship and diminishes the ending scene as a reunion. Mr. Craven interrogates his son about his going outdoors and what he does and talks about taking him to Italy and not coming for a long time, because Misselthwaite is going up for sale. Colin starts to have a tantrum but just breaks down and cries.

His father tells him, “I can no more cure your poor body than you can cure my mind,” but he wants them to be happy together while there's time. "I owe you everything a father owes a son," he says.

(I am very confused by this. What are these arcs.)

The potential buyer for the manor tips inadvertently tips Mr. Craven off to goings on in the garden. There is no letter, no "In the garden" dream.

Mr. Craven is violent to Mary when he enters the garden, pushing her aside when she tries to plead with him.

Colin spontaneously walks to his father, begging him not to sell the garden and falling into his arms--and everything is magically fine with father and son now. The estate won't be sold.

All three children feature in the ending, telling Mr. Craven about the garden. “Thou may help us too,” says Mary, handing her uncle the key before the credits roll.

It's a watchable movie, it really is, but I struggle with how much the characterizations deviate from the book. It really does change the story thematically, especially the darker take on Mr. Craven that introduces issues that shouldn't be resolved as smoothly as the ending indicates. But the performances from the children are very good, and the switch from black and white to color is an effective choice that only a film from this era could have pulled off. Not my favorite adaptation, but hardly the worst either.

#The Secret Garden

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thecrowslullaby · 2 years

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Of friends, foe and fae

chapter two - Dollhouses, butterfly nets and other deadly traps

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Out of all mythical creatures Logan did not believe in, his behaviour towards fairies has always been the oddest.

Well. Patton supposed always wouldn't be the right word to describe it. It had started a few years ago, when they were still kids. Up until a certain point Logan had always ignored him whenever Patton tried to talk about mythical creatures. He still wasn't sure what had changed. But, for all that Logan denied it, something did change. And Patton was going to find out what it was.

He and Logan had been friends for a long time, longer than Patton could remember. Their mothers were childhood friends and lived on the same street so it was only a matter of time before Logan and Patton became friends as well. More out of convenience than actual desire at first.

I wasn’t that Patton disliked Logan back, not really. He loved making new friends. But there was no denying that the too-thin child was different from the other kids he played with. Always sitting at the edge of a conversation. Watching. A quiet kind of curious. It was… hard to befriend him at first.

Patton supposed part of it had to do with how often Logan was sick as a child. Missing over half of the classes each year. And he was sure were it not for Logan's love of learning the man wouldn't have graduated from primary school.

All these things combined led to Patton being Logan's only friend by the time both of them were eight. This meant that after Logan was released from the hospital, just five days after his birthday, they found themselves playing in Patton's garden. Logan reading a book in the shade while Patton set up a tea party for fairies. Patton's mum had told him not to drag Logan around too much. The boy could strain his hip again and land himself in the hospital for another two to three months. Which Patton was fine with, at that time. He could play with his tea-set on his own.

"They aren't real, you know?"

Patton crossed his arms, glaring at Logan. He hated when Logan did this. Always trying to ruin the fun.

"Just because you haven't seen one doesn't mean they don't exist."

"Have you seen one?"

"In movies."

"Cartoons don't count!" Logan scoffed.

"It wasn't a cartoon! It was a movie with real people and there were tiny fairies."

Logan closed his book. Scrunching up his nose as he gave his friend a look that Patton assumed was meant to be a glare. It was hard to take him seriously when Patton could clearly tell Logan was simply mimicking his mother. "Would you believe me if I caught a fairy?"

Logan's brows furrowed and his glasses slid slightly down his nose. He seemed to think it over for a second before he nodded. Patton beamed.

"I'm gonna set a trap," he said as he ran into his house. His mom helped him make a little house for fairies but the door kept getting jammed, so maybe if he put it in the garden with enough sweets and water he could catch one and then prove Logan wrong.

Hopefully the fairy wouldn't be too mad. He was going to release it as soon as he showed Logan.

The house was heavy and Patton had to walk very slowly not to drop it. It was all worth it because as soon as he reached the garden Logan was following his every move. His book long forgotten.

Patton patted the spot of grass to his right and Logan scrambled to sit next to him, right foot dragging a little behind him. He watched with interest as Patton undid the hinges on the roof to get a good look at the interior.

"The door gets jammed a lot so if it closes when the fairy is inside it won't escape until we come get it out."

"You should leave some snacks in there. So it doesn't die."

"Of course I-wait. You do think we could catch a fairy?"

"No!" Logan protested, ears going red. "But you might catch a mouse and I don't want mice to die."

"I don't believe you," Patton sing-sang, and Logan glared at him. Ears still red. “You do think they exist!”

"I don't!” Logan crossed his arms over his chest in the way adults did and Patton tried very hard not to chuckle. “But a scientist has to accept he can be proven wrong."

"If I catch a fairy will I be a scientist?" Logan scrunched up his nose in thought as he looked Patton up and down.

"If you take notes," Logan started slowly. "Maybe they would even invite you to a big science fair."

"That sounds boring."

"I think science fairs are fun," Logan mumbled, ears growing redder, the colour spreading to his cheeks. "I like going with my mum to them."

"If I catch one I'm gonna say we found it. Then we can go together." Logan snapped his neck to look at him, wide-eyed.

"You would?" Patton nodded. Sharing was caring and Logan looked far more excited about being a scientist than Patton. Besides, he worried about not looking smart in front of adults and Logan didn’t. Logan was so serious all the time the adults would probably listen to him.

"Yeah. You could help me make notes and everything." Logan's smile grew bigger than Patton had ever seen it and he felt his own cheeks flush. He really wanted to catch that fairy now.

Logan turned his gaze back to the house. Still grinning ear to ear as he inspected the door.

"We need to make sure it closes when the fairy enters."

"Hmmmm," Patton mused, looking over the door. "How do we do it?"

"We could use a string!" Logan suggested. "So when they enter they trip over it and close the door."

"Won’t they get hurt?"

"We could put something soft behind the door."

"Ooooh. You're so smart!" Patton smiled as Logan's cheeks went redder from the praise.

"Well, I am a scientist." He beamed. "And you're having good ideas, too. Like using the house to trap fairies."

It was Patton's turn to beam with pride.

"We should get some snacks. And tea for the fairies," he offered, standing up. "And the string, too. You wait here. I’ll go get it!!!!"

He ran into the house before Logan had a chance to protest, gathering supplies as quickly as he could. They worked all evening to set up the trap, but the next day when Patton wanted to investigate all he found was the door to his little house ripped out and left in the middle of their garden. Logan seemed to show no interest in locating it or even debating on what could have happened. He simply stated it was all a waste of time and they shouldn’t be hunting fairies anymore.

It stung a bit. He tried so hard to prove it to his friend but he cast the whole idea aside as soon as they encountered some difficulties. Why Logan had suddenly changed his mind was beyond him. He had seemed so eager just a few hours ago.

But Patton decided not to touch on the subject anymore. That is, until Logan left his backpack at Patton’s house one day. He didn't mean to peek inside, of course, but he accidentally knocked it over, sending the contents all over the floor. To his surprise, he found a book on fairies from their local library.

He mentioned it to Logan but his friend got defensive. Slowly, he noticed other things. There were doodles, notes, and films. Logan had seemed obsessed but for all his trying Patton could never get him to admit he did like fairies after all.

It slowly faded from an obsession into a quirk. He would catch Logan lingering over notebooks for children with colourful, painted fairies on them with a fond smile before moving on and grabbing one with a blank cover. A few books on myths placed between the stacks upon stacks of scientific books that littered Logan's apartment. So when Logan's 23rd birthday was around the corner and they both headed home for summer it came as a surprise to neither of them when Patton found himself with a neatly wrapped gift outside Logan's house on the eve of Logan's birthday.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, and Patton could see the fond smile the nerd was desperately trying to hide.

"It's your birthday tomorrow."

"You know I don't celebrate it."

"But I do."

Logan laughed and shook his head but he accepted the gift nonetheless. He let Patton inside and offered him some lemonade before he slowly unwrapped the box. Careful not to rip the paper as Patton was bouncing in his seat.

There was confusion on his face when he took the gift out and Patton almost couldn’t contain his glee at the thought of getting to explain his plan.

"Do you like them?"

Logan stared at the gift before he finally spoke up.

"They certainly look… sturdy," he tried, casting a glance at Patton to make sure he said the right thing. Mulling his words over before he spoke again. "Although I must admit I'm not completely sure what you expect me to do with them."

"We're going fairy hunting. Tonight." Patton beamed and he swore he saw a flash of panic on Logan's face before the nerd quickly concealed it.

"I wasn't aware you still believed in fairies." There wasn't judgement in Logan's voice, just… caution. Patton wasn't expecting that at all. Defence? Yes. Ridicule? Maybe. But not caution.

"Well, you seemed to be awfully fond of them." Logan's eyes have gone wide as his ears reddened quickly. Patton loved that expression more than he dared admit. "So I thought we might give it a try. I never managed to catch that fairy for you like I promised."

"I'm not sure if it's… wise." Wise?

"So you do believe we could actually catch one?” Patton teased, and he didn't miss how adorably red Logan's face had gotten. The man cleared his throat, not quite able to get rid of the flush before speaking up again.

"I suppose I could indulge you," he mused, turning the net delicately between his long fingers. "I was rather rude the last time we attempted fairy hunting."

Patton grinned. Everything was going according to plan. He didn't expect to catch one, of course, but something told him Logan would enjoy this outing even if they won't be successful. And, well. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to a midnight picnic with Logan.

#of friends foe and fae #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton #logicality #platonic logicality

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weird-bookworm · 1 year

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ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ᴛxᴛ

a/n: i get random bursts of inspiration...

pairing: best friend!txt x reader

genre: headcanons, best friend!txt, fluff, me thinking i'm funny

word count: 800-ish? 160-170 per member...?

warnings: my humour, it's worth dying for (note the sarcasm)

ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴏᴏʙɪɴ

calls you late at night

whining about how the guys were supposed to hang out with him

but cancelled last minute

you tease him how he thought of you only when the others cancelled

whines some more

you agree to go to the dorms

even though it's late

opens the door excitedly like a puppy

in comfy pyjamas looking very boyfriend material

the type to play games like animal crossing and mario kart

but also very fond of league of legends

giggles like crazy all through the night

a babie

a cutie

soft boi

(ik im whipped™ but can you blame me 🙈🥰😭)

has enough professional equipment to make an actual streamer jealous

does not use them properly

looks adorable with headphones on (also see: this)

you two will most probably spend the better part of the night playing games

will order takeout in the middle on the night

neither of you are getting to college the next day

ᴄʜᴏɪ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ

calls you at midnight

knowing very well that you will be sleeping

and that you have college the next day

forces you out of bed with the promise of ice cream

picks you up from your dorm on his bike

dressed like a delinquent

has a black duffle bag

you have a suspicion about what it is

your destination is be a skate park

except it's be locked

breaks in

y'know, just hanging out like usual

though usually you both don't break in in skate parks

teaches you new tricks

laughs at you when you fall

then picks you up

actually pretty encouraging

drags you to a nearby convenience store to buy the promised ice cream

y'all go back to the park and eat it there

while you click pictures of him

the duffel bag had spray paints, as you thought they did

so you both draw graffiti on the ramps and the walls around the park before leaving

ᴄʜᴏɪ ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ

chaotic

did i mention chaotic?

this guy does not give a flying fuck about your upcoming exams

drags you to a noraebang

late at night

under the guise of stress relief

you can just thank the stars that you don't have an exam the next day immediately

dances around he's on drugs

gets drunk so quick

that it really feels like he's on drugs

gets on the table to belt his heart out

and lays down on it to dance to on the ground (😭)

all the while you are dying laughing

on the verge of snorting out all the alcohol you drank from your nose

an employee probably has to come in saying that you guys are too loud

but both of you are too drunk to actually care

you guys get thrown out in the end

ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

movie marathon

the only sane one

who actually bothered to plan a hang out in advance

spends ages trying to decide which series to watch

ended up choosing harry potter

they're actually his comfort movies

but that's a secret

or so he thinks

you can tell of course

he had a rough week

you nonchalantly move closer to him

to cuddle him

you're stuck to him like a leech in five minutes

he's used to it though

secretly loving it

ends up falling asleep

looks adorable (🥺)

you switch off the tv and cuddle him to sleep

says a quiet thank you the next morning

but you were half asleep (<3)

ᴋᴀɪ ᴋᴀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴜᴇɴɪɴɢ

i feel like he'd be a sweetheart

and surprise you

by taking you to a spontaneous hang out trip

to a pottery class

you had always expressed your desire to learn the art

and he finally found time to do this

giggles happily at your giant thank you hug

and then drags you inside and hands you an apron

chooses to make a plate instead of using the pottery wheel

makes adorable drawings of what he wants to make

actually spends ages trying to decide that

makes you choose from all his drawings

concentrates very hard

turns into a pouty babie

steadily compliments your work

even though it looks like a dog chewed it up

gets sad when you are told that it will take a month for the plates to be ready

gifts the ready plate, a month later, to you

also names it yn jr.

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freakingtheworld · 2 years

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Watched Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness and I’m disappointed, even though I could avoid all spoilers and was not expecting much after the let down of the “multiverse” in Spider-man NWH, I was so disappointed with this movie and it makes sad. I will try to be brief but I can’t (also spoilers):

All of WandaVision was ignored in order to push evil Wanda. She went through pain and grief, she accepted her loss and also that what she did was wrong but then she goes crazy in Dr. Strage MoM? At the end of WandaVision she was learning magic to “save” her kids, we could hear them pleading for help. Did she just ignore those kids and decided to get some other kids from a random universe just because America was there? Conveniently the universe they landed in had no Pietro nor Vision. She didn’t look for Vison and of course the writers decided to ignore him because Vision would have stopped Wanda’s rampage. She could have also tried to look for kids in a universe where they lost their parents, but no, she decided to f*ck up another Wanda’s life. The Illuminati: their appearance didn’t cause a surprise,IMO since the trailers showed some stuff. I mean Xavier was show in the trailers, and that could have been the best surprise (X-Men notwithstanding) but the way they killed them was so lame. Those kills were done for shock value and it was so sh*tty. You are telling me that in most fights they get thrown around, they break walls with their bodies, Loki was smashed by Hulk a few times, Thor hits people with his hammer. Even in this movie Wong received a lot of hits, he was thrown and hit his neck on some stairs in the temple, and then fell to his apparent demise a lot of meters down the Darkhold temple yet he survives, but Captain Marvel (which seems to have the same powers as the main universe Captain Marvel) gets killed by a statue falling on her? Really? Captain Carter gets cut by the shield, when everyone has been throwing that thing around and it just pushes or knocks people around. The way Black Bolt dies: 1- how could Reed be so stupid to tell Wanda 2-Everytime BlackBolt used his powers the vibrations of his vocal chords didn't harm him but he exploded because he had his mouth removed? What? Wouldn’t that have caused a hole in the pace where his mouth was? And Xavier, he went inside Wanda’s mind but couldn’t get out? The dialogue was horrible in many places. So cheesy or forced. Even some special effects looked horrible, when “Evil” Dr. Strange is seen walking away form the window in his mansion, the movie somehow dropped frames. (This was also a problem in Spider-man, special effect heavy scenes had frame drops). And finally, basically everyone told Wanda that she was wrong and basically a assassin/monster, but she only understands when she sees her AU kids crying. Wanda, it’s what everyone was trying to tell you!!! I really wanted to love this movie, still was not expecting much before watching it, honestly stopped expecting from the MCU after GoTG2 (I found that movie so boring) and After No Way Home I knew Marvel was fixated on the multiverse and the “most ambitious crossover” stuff but didn’t try anything unexpected actually. I mean, in NWH when the spell failed and the multiverse was opened, of all universes that could have been linked to the main one, we only got two, and conveniently those two were the ones with the Peter Parkers we already knew? One last think, i think Wanda’s hair when in her Scarlet Witch costume was cooler in WandaVision than in this movie. Also the crown/costume looked more detailed in WandaVision. :( I hope we get to see a better Wanda and of course Agatha, once again.

#dr strange and the multiverse of madness #my opinion #rant #disappointed #wanda #scarlet witch #dr strange #spoilers

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supahn0v4 · 3 months

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I Knew You Once

Rise!Leo/Reader

You two reunite after your return from University

Returning to the Lair had been on your mind since you got back into the state. Having gone off to complete your Bachelor’s, it had been hell to be so far from the Turtles. While Leo did come to see you(Portal powers RULE!), it didn’t make the move any easier. Dropping in occasionally, regularly once every month as no bestie left behind on Lou Jitsu night, you didn’t see him much else.

While his portals were convenient, you had 3 roommates, 6 if you counted their pets. As much as he loves attention, especially from you, Leo did try not to pry into your personal affairs too much. “Lest he push too far and have his title of best friend revoked” as Donnie had put it. You’d never do that to him though, right? Well, better to be safe than sorry. He didn’t have much experience with this kind of stuff but college breaks normally end bad for friendships in the movies and he didn’t want to press his luck. Respecting boundaries was never really his strong suit but he’d learn for you.

He always offered to bring Don to help you study but it normally fell through the more you got into your degree. So he stopped trying as hard for your attention. Limited to sending each other memes through So-Shell. Especially once you both started dating. Usagi taking up most of his time and your boyfriend eating up what little spare time you had. A big move for both of you, everyone surprised, thinking the two of you had already been together.

He’d be lying if he said that didn’t make his heart skip. You would look good by his side. He’d also be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it either, though his preference for compartmentalizing his feelings won out in the end. Oh but you’d been so happy to introduce him to Usagi, a yokai friend of yours you had met when you were portal jacked(it was one time! Give a guy a break.) when he sent you home after a hangout in high school.

He remembers the day you told him you weren’t allowed to talk with him anymore. Remembers the outburst, his veins in his forehead almost popping as you tried to convince him everything was fine. That he wasn’t the first of your friends to tell you how you’re becoming a stranger because of this boyfriend. How it didn’t matter what he said. How desperately you were trying, and failing, to convince those around you this wasn’t self destructive and going to hurt worse in the end.

—72 was his body count, you had told him.

Of course the second you leave, some walking red flag worms his way into your life. And of course you dedicate way too much time to this fucking idiot than he deserves. Was it jealousy? No! No! No! Friends don’t let friends date guys who cheat in every relationship date their friends. Especially not their cute friends who deserve a good man who can treat them well. Which totally wasn't him- he had a boyfriend! A cute rabbit yokai too; one you had helped him get.

—73 now with you.

An insanely high number and a really sleazy thing to be proud of. Leo remembers you telling him of all the high expectations the guy put on himself, only to then lord those over your head as if you put those on him whenever the two of you fought. Talking with other women during your dates. Seeing them the second you left his house. But you kept running back to him. What the hell was so important about a misdelivered package for his ex that he had to go hand deliver it to her, at 7pm on a Tuesday night?

“He’s delivering his package, alright.” He remembers how you choked up on the phone, troubled by the reality of the situation. Even more troubled by the fact that he refused to sugar coat his words and called it as he saw it. He wishes you really had left that day, just grabbed your stuff and left while he was with his ex.

—76 by your first “break up”.

It made him feel,,, sad? Empty? Lonely? His best friend transforming before his eyes for some guy who doesn’t see you as more than a game. Even Usagi noticed right away! So it was safe to say he’s not going crazy. But, you stayed regardless. Knowing he was doing this to other girls while with you, knowing that he lied the entire time, knowing that your friends were cutting you off to avoid having to get involved. Knowing how easy it would be to call Leo and the rest of the Hamato’s and be rid of him. But, you wanted to do this on your own, you said. And as your best friend he complied with your wishes, even though he hated it. Even though when you discussed the situation with the others they told you the same thing.

—81 the last time you talked to Leo in your second year.

Pizza supreme, it made his heart ache terribly. You’re supposed to be the smart one! And so you cut him off. A promise to keep in contact and call should the need arise. It never does. Not for another two years at least. Not until you’ve graduated and been scouted at your final presentation. Not until you finally move back to New York.

Your off-again-on-again situationship, calling him a boyfriend felt wrong, broke up with you finally. And it was official this time because he was the one to initiate it. Leo was over in an instant. Disappeared with a dismissive “Be back later” to his brothers and was by your side. He didn’t hesitate, portalling you to the lair with all your packed stuff shove into his subway car, he hauls you into the living room and plops you down on the couch. Retrieving his pillows and his softest throw blanket, he returns to you. Haphazardly making a nest before pulling you to him and forcing you to lay down.

Mandatory Jupiter Jim marathon to ease your troubles and fill in the silence of the lair as you sobbed into his plastron. Leo hated seeing you like that knowing he couldn’t do anything. You were best friends, and it was perfect! He did not need to ruin that by telling you how much better he’d treat you. How much better he already does treat you- No. He wouldn’t pressure you into an ultimatum, it needed to come naturally from you. Especially would not be doing so after him and Usagi were doing so well.

A confession would make things change. And everything had finally calmed down. No more Kraang, no more Cassandra trying to kill them, Raphael finally showing signs of recovery from his episodes, no more secrets between the boys and their dad, April and you graduating University. No, this was nice.

Even when his brothers returned from the mission and chewed him out for ditching them. Even when Usagi came to see why he went AWOL for their date. When they heard your sniffles they all came over to ensure your safety. The people who care about you most wanting to ease the pain and offering to fix it. “The offer still stands to remove him from the equation permanently.” Donnie had said before he placed his hand on your shoulder, light squeeze before everyone turned their attention to the movie. This was your home, Leo thought as he periodically rubbed his hands up the expanse of your back. Extremely pleased with himself when you would curl into him, head tucked low in his shoulder as you nodded off.

Having you pressed against him, hot puffs of breath in crook of his neck from where you fell asleep against his shoulder. Claiming they were the perfect pillow despite his rough textured scales or the strong muscles beneath them. One hand clinging to the top of his plastron as if to hold him in place as his own arms wrap around your waist. His calloused thumb caresses your cheek. Wiping away the stray tears that kept falling even in your sleep. Usagi on the other side of you, hugging you from behind in his sleep. His soft hand overtop yours and Leo’s in an unspoken promise to remain close.

Getting to share in your space was just enough for him. But just maybe he could convince you to stay with him and Usagi.

#writing #rottmnt #leo #rise leo #Leonardo/reader #mentions of Usagi Yuichi but I’m not super familiar with his character yet #cross posted on ao3

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themovieblogonline · 1 year

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The Best Plane Movie You'll See This Month

PLANE is a great date movie option that you should absolutely consider if you're weighing your options. In the white-knuckle action movie PLANE, pilot Brodie Torrance (Gerard Butler) saves his passengers from a lightning strike by making a risky landing on a war-torn island - only to find that surviving the landing was just the beginning. When most of the passengers are taken hostage by dangerous rebels, the only person Torrance can count on for help is Louis Gaspare (Mike Colter), an accused murderer who was being transported by the FBI. In order to rescue the passengers, Torrance will need Gaspare’s help, and will learn there’s more to Gaspare than meets the eye. https://youtu.be/-2rLRg1skRs THE GOOD I think this movie seems perfect for streaming. Plane is a film with a simple title and premise that would seem at home as a Netflix original. The movie is getting its chance to shine in theaters in a typically quiet January season. Plane is a movie that thrusts you into a story with our heroes flying into an increasingly dangerous situation. The stakes increase quickly as the movie races back and forth between suspenseful circumstances and heart-pumping action. Gerard Butler calmly navigates us through a crash landing that seems way too scarily plausible. I felt Twighlight Zone vibes watching the inevitability of the situation as Brodie calmly navigated the plane through a crash landing. Gerard Butler isn't presented as Rambo and he's not plowing over these dudes in this jungle. this is someone trying their best to fake it til they make it and live. He then leads us to the highlight of the action which is a decent fight in the jungle halfway through the movie proving Gerard Butler still is still a natural when it's time to do an action scene. Plane is breathtaking with the movie moving at a fast pace quickly diving into danger. Gerard Butler and Mike Colter are an odd couple that works around each better than they do alone. The movie quickly shows us each of their strengths and wisely moves the movie quickly for them to showcase what they can do. Mike Colter's Louis Gaspare is fun, charismatic, and can speak french! Gerard's character Brodie Torrance is quiet, cautious, and calculating. They complement each other well for this movie so I really like their casting for this fun movie. THE BAD I can't tell you who the bad guy is in this movie. Actually, I can, it's this guy who plays Junmar. I can't tell you much about his character or his motive resulting in his character feeling like pure plot convenience. He is a pirate in need of hostages and hostages conveniently crash land in his backyard. Junmar is evidence that Plane is not clear on what kind of story it wants to tell. Plane flirts with being both an action movie and a suspense movie without fully committing to either and it shows. There are a lot of plot conveniences that save our heroes at the last minute that remove the sense of danger. The plane landing is miraculous enough but it's surreal when the crash survivors are able to find food and construct shelter for themselves with relative ease. I think Mike Colter's Louis Gaspare deserves more character expansion and development. Louis periodically shares a sentence here and there about himself but we're not shown very much at all. I think Mike Colter performs well. My issue is that the writing does his character a disservice. Louis Gaspare has a severe lack of character development and we don't learn his true motivation. Louis is mostly presented as a weapon that Brodie uses to kill soldiers that he is unwilling to kill himself. Overall PLANE may look like it's made for streaming but it's a fun movie to watch in a big loud theater. The action and performances are all great even though the plot and writing leave much to be desired. PLANE may not be an award contender but is entertaining enough to make it a worthy option for a date night at the theater. Read the full article

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rahul1994 · 2 years

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9 Points To Learn Filmmaking Easily

Film industry is a dream place for those who love Acting & Modeling. But I am not saying that only acting and modeling are good in filmmaking. You can choose any course in filmmaking like film direction, film, cinematography, sound editing, video editing, script writing, and many more. Maybe your interest is in film direction rather than acting? And your dream is to make a big movie like KGF & RRR. But you are not sure where to start or how to begin. If the sound is the same then and I am right then today, I will clear your doubts related to film direction. So why are you waiting? You can start learning filmmaking right now. Just read below 9 points to get started. These points help you to get a diploma in filmmaking in Mumbai & Delhi, or anywhere else.

Points to learn filmmaking easily

Learn while watching

This the best tips by which you can understand how filmmaking works. You all started watching movies years ago. All of you had already started watching movies, so why not learn filmmaking keeping those movies in mind, don't understand what happened. Let me explain, watching movies will be a great way to entertain yourself but it also follows a vital role to learn filmmaking. Just follow this, watch any of your favorite movies and while watching look at every single detail and point it down. Try to know how they add engagement and add inclusions on their movie. Trust me after doing this you gain a critical eye that will help you to think and observe better and stronger.

Learn from filmmaking experts

There’s never been a better way to learn filmmaking from the experts. A person skilled in that art will teach you better. There are many things you can use to learn filmmaking like books, articles, podcasts, interviews to study about film. This is my personal preference. You can listen to the podcast of film legend Kevin Smith SModcast. He has several podcast episodes in film production.

Attend experts workshop

Workshop is more beneficial for learning filmmaking. How long will you learn about filmmaking just by reading movies, blogs and articles? Just assume that you are investing little money to learn big which will take you to another level. Joining a filmmaking workshop and studying directly is a much more exciting opportunity. And you gain foundational skills on how to write, shoot, edit, produce through a short film with hands-on experience.

Start with normal gear

Now, technology is more affordable, convenient and accessible than ever before. In all likelihood, you can shoot and edit a movie on whatever device you're reading this on! Every filmmaker wants to get their hands on the latest RED 4K camera. Make your own movie, no matter what. Even if it means editing on free software and shooting on your cell phone camera.

By using Network

Network means global spend time with other filmmakers, local artists, industry experts, and more people that have an interest in filmmaking. You can use the internet to connect with them by using social media platforms or as well as offline mode. When you connect with other artists or filmmakers you gain more knowledge about how they work while directing a film.

Find a mentor

In college, you have teachers there to simplify the material for you, but what about outside of school? I mean, no roughage doubts that it's important to have a guide who doesn't independently teach you about certain aspects of filmmaking, but also tells you where you need to work, but where do you get one in the real world? I've found that mentors can be found just about anywhere: your favorite video essayist, a blogger who talks to you, even a filmmaker whose work you admire. Although they may not always be able to offer you critiques of their own work, they can offer you some expert knowledge of the trade.

Learn the camera movement

The study of camera movement is essential to producing a film that completely captures and engages the audience. This is because camera movement plays a big role in guiding the viewer's eyes throughout the film. So, with camera movement, you can make the plot easier to follow. An example would be the camera movement that the film uses for the character's perspective. So, the camera can be used to "look around" or even "nod" someone else. But, you also need to keep in mind that camera movement is not always necessary or beneficial for a shot. One of the things you need to learn as a filmmaker is to incorporate only those elements that help you tell the story more powerfully. Otherwise, you'll distract the visual aspect of your story so much that you won't be able to get your message across.

Start with short films

Try to make short films with your friends. Direct a short film with your imagination and make it real. Use your smartphone to create a short film. When you make a short film then you know more new things practically.

Join a film institute

Last but not least, the way to learn filmmaking is by joining a film institute. Film industry is the dream place for all those who want to become a famous actor. An actor is the only person who has a lot of fans. I am not saying that only acting is good in filmmaking. There are so many careers in filmmaking that you can choose from such as modeling, film direction, cinematography, VFX, film and sound editing etc.

You can choose any course according to your interest, whichever is best for you. You can join film institutes for learning with the help of workshops, practical classes, engaging modules, and practice in a real environment. Choose the institute which will give you placement support after completing any course. I have mentioned the list of best Film institute in Delhi and Mumbai, you can see if you want. These institutes provide the best Film direction course in Delhi & Mumbai.

#filmmaking #film direction #filming course #filmmaking course #film institute #film

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getmemymicroscope · 2 years

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It seems that there is a whole new movie genre of 'mystery' movies that are entirely based on the concept that, at the end, the criminal gets to walk away and turn a sad/crying face into a 'haha, I fooled you all' smile as they leave. The Usual Suspects, of course, and it's Bollywood remake Chocolate; more recently, Aksar, Zid, Ittefaq - and that's just off the top of my head. It's almost to the point where it's predictable now - the whole story is just an exercise in "can we tell a story where our culprit can be one of the main characters and also fool the investigators to the point of getting away with it?" Which is probably pretty easy when you make your investigators, well, not super smart.

Not that that's necessarily the problem here - he may be plenty smart, but he gets drawn into this conveniently 'too easy' story and falls hook, line, and sinker for it, eating up the story that is fed to him. Of course, in the end, he did technically solve the case - they jump ahead, somehow, but out of the blue we get a confession from the killer. Like, it literally makes no sense: the forensic guy, or lab guy, or whomever his is supposed to be, just says "the killer knew about Tom's liver disease" (which they all did!); the cop flashes back to all 6 suspects; and then, just like that, we're getting a confession. No idea how he got to that point - somehow, they skipped the most important part of his deduction.

We got to see him making house calls, flirting with some random doctor, having debriefings beside a railroad, talking to a psychiatrist while taking way too much interest in the personal life of the victim's wife, and so on, but when it comes to his actual deductions, we just get a pointless cut scene of a interviews he's already performed, followed by him saying "don't you want to know the killer?" to said wife, and then ... BAM! confession from the bad guy.

So yes, he did it. But he missed the entire story behind it, of course - something you do figure out before they reveal it. The emotional manipulation that is going on is pretty damn strong, and a character mastering "how to act bipolar" in like 15 minutes is also pretty ridiculous (medically, this movie is a slight nightmare).

Worst of all, though, is the acting (it gets painful, repeatedly) and, even more than that, the editing. The jumps between scenes, the filming during many of the scenes: it's trying to be one of those movies where the city, the backdrop is like another character - but it fails miserably, because it just gives us random cut scenes of the city (see above, with detectives talking at a rail station for no reason, or when he's randomly talking to the doctor while he's standing on the street) that don't add much of anything to the story. Instead, it just looks like our detective or cop or whatever he is is just pointlessly, repeatedly wandering around the city.

It's also slow moving, as if trying to give some importance and worth to the relationships it is trying to throw at us, but, like, the relationships are mostly measly and don't really give us much to work with. Most of the people, if not all of them, have like clichéd "I'm a gray person" backstories and don't really deviate from them much. Which is fine, usually, but not so much when you want to make these stories (like the city) a part of the story and its own characters. At that point, they probably need to be slightly more developed and put to better use. So, instead, this just kinda hams.

Which is sorta unfortunate, because even with the twist(s) you can see coming, the story is actually pretty good. And, given that you (eventually learn that you) have an unreliable narrator, that also adds a bit of confusion. But the story quickly eliminates a couple of potential suspects by never really showing them again: in fact, it starts off with someone saying that there were like 20-25 people in the party, and our suspect pool from the start is only like 6, and 3-4 of those people are only spoken to once before essentially disappearing (aside from the flashbacks to the actual party, or to the interviews taken right at the start of the movie), and they make it pretty easy to guess what's up.

The logic this movie uses to let the character get away with it - "it was justified, because he was an ass of a person" - combined with the logic used to discard any sort of sadness about entrapping someone else and getting them to actually commit the crime - "it was justified, because he was an ass of a person" - is an interesting route to take.

Also, it's very weird because I know they mention it a couple times - but when the justification for trapping said person comes out, it is sort of a shock because the justification of "he's married but has wandering eyes" really just surprises you because, for the entirety of the movie, you never see said spouse/family. They mention it once or twice, briefly/quickly, and move on. The other families and couples/spouses, you see. The single people are mentioned as being single. And yet, in this case, just a brief "has a family" is thrown in amidst a whole bunch of other stuff.

The dialogues are meh, but the dialogue delivery is confusing. Also, them frequently switching to English mid-convo, for just a few sentences, and then back, is odd. Made worse by how basic/unreal some of the dialogues seemed. I guess I'm just not very impressed by the overall execution of this movie and the final product, though the story is pretty well done, if a bit too slow-moving and too focused on trying to be more classy/deep than it actually is.

That poor cop was trying to do his job but somehow, even while apparently figuring it out (unless the guy just came to confess, which is completely possible since we have no idea how they got to that point) he still got absolutely played like a fiddle.

#movies #movieblr #gmmm does movies

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yelenaslyubov · 2 years

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A Girl Worth Waiting For

main masterlist || florence pugh || requests

pairing: florence pugh x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, oral (reader receiving), language, some fluff, mentions of heartbreak, drinking

description: after another terrible family party, you find yourself outside your best friends door. little do you know she’s having just as hard of a time as you, but she has a different way of getting out that pain.

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Your feet hurt, you were cold, and honestly you were a little bit tipsy from the few glasses of champagne you had downed. The family party you were forced to attend every year never failed to make you extremely miserable. You never understood the point of meeting up once a year to mingle with blood relatives you didn’t really like in the first place. It was the same every time. Force a fake smile, tell them again why you dropped out of university only to see their disapproving glares, all while they try to set you up with their neighbor's cousin or something ridiculous like that.

You lasted as long as you could before walking over to your mother, whispering that you were heading out. She was displeased, but you were used to the expression of disappointment written across her face. You were practically an expert at bringing that out of her you had learned.

The crowd of people in the room parted as you walked through them. You didn’t have the time nor the patience to say goodbye to everyone, so you left without another word.

Your dress didn’t allow for much warmth when you got outside into the big city. You were just hoping you would be able to catch a taxi before you froze to death.

Once the taxi pulled up, you realized you had no idea where you were going to go. It now only dawned on you that you left the party that was in your own house. The champagne must have gone through you quicker than you thought.

The driver pulled away from the curb while you thought about where you could go. You gave him directions which turned out to only be about a few blocks away and you hoped that the person you wanted right now would be there waiting.

You pulled in front of the large and luxurious apartment building and got out of the cab to walk over to the buzzer. You pressed the button to the correct apartment number and spoke into it.

“Hey Flo it’s me, are you in there? If you are, let me in please, I’m turning into a popsicle,” you said into the speaker as you shivered.

“Hey! Come right up,” she responded cheerily and you heard the buzz, indicating you could come inside.

You and Florence had met a few years back conveniently at an after party. A few of your family members had connections to the industry so you were delighted when they invited you to go. It was the one good thing that came from your family, the amazing friendship that blossomed between you and Florence.

It was a secret that you kept ever since you met her that you had a little crush on her, it was extremely hard not to. The one thing standing in your way was her current boyfriend. You obviously respected her enough not to interfere, especially when you knew he made her so happy. But it was hard not to wish he was you instead.

You had met up with Florence about a month prior since she was filming a movie in New York. It was your home city so you didn’t get to see her often except for when you would visit each other. Zach knew of the deep friendship with you and his girlfriend because of the endless amount of facetime calls the two of you went through. You also knew this was his apartment so you had to be weary.

Once you made it up to their floor, you walked down the hallway until you approached the door. You wanted to physically prepare yourself and give yourself a mental pep talk. It was something you did to remind yourself to stay in line because now that you were less sober than usual, it wouldn’t be hard to let something happen. You went to knock on the door but it swung open to reveal a smiling Florence.

“Hi!” she said excitedly and pulled you into a hug while Billie whined at your feet and jumped up against you.

“Hi Flo, I hope it’s okay I dropped by. I wasn’t sure if you would still be here or not. Hi to you too, Billie girl,” you talked to the pup to calm her down.

“Oh are you kidding, it’s no problem. I’m happy to see you.” She pulled away from the hug and closed the door. The two of you got a good look at each other and you smiled, playing with her hair a bit.

“I like the new hair. I saw pictures, but it looks even better in person I have to say.” She blushed a little and thanked you.

“Can we talk about that dress for a second?” she smirked. “Not going to lie, it’s pretty hot.”

You had no idea how to respond so you settled for shaking your head to brush her off. If you hadn’t, it would have been all too easy to start something you couldn’t finish.

“So, is Zach not home?” you asked while walking deeper into the apartment and looking around.

“No, he’s away tonight. You can stay here if you’d like? I would kind of enjoy the company.”

“Uhm that sounds nice. Thanks,” you smiled over your shoulder. “You mind if I shower?”

“Nope, go right ahead. I’ll just be out here waiting.”

“I’ll need to borrow some clothes too, is that alright?”

“Yeah, just help yourself to whatever you’d like, babe.”

“Thanks again, Flo.”

You walked into her room and started looking for something comfortable to wear while trying to get the ringing of the nickname she called you out of your head. While you were looking through clothes, you happened to notice that all of Zach’s things were nowhere to be found. You brushed it off as a coincidence because you figured you were reading too much into the situation. You entered the bathroom with fresh clothes in hand while you cleaned up.

When you were done and getting dressed again, you noticed again that none of Zach’s belongings were there on the counter where they had been the time before. You were starting to think that something was going on, but you wanted to figure out more before you confronted her about it.

Billie was laying at the base of the bathroom door and jumped up as soon as you opened it. “Hey Billie girl, you been waiting here the whole time?”

“She has!” Florence yelled from the room over. “She loves when you come over because she knows you give her human food.”

You looked down at the dog as she walked along right beside you. “Is that true? You use me for food?” you asked Billie with fake enthusiasm.

Florence smiled as you reentered the room and sat down beside her on the couch. You sighed heavily and threw your head back, closing your eyes to relax.

“You alright, love?” she asked you, placing her hand on your leg.

“Yeah, it’s just these parties are draining,” you said as you raised your head back up.

“Oh no, what was it this time?”

You sat up and saw the bottle of half drunk liquor with two glasses placed beside it. You poured a little in a glass and let it run down your throat with a sting. “Mm, just the same bullshit they bring up every year. ‘What are you doing in school? Oh you dropped out, that’s a shame. Where’s your boyfriend? When are you going to date again? I have a handsome son, I could introduce the two of you.’”

She laughed at you mocking everyone’s voices. “I am sorry though, I know that’s been tough for you.”

“It’s whatever, I can handle it once a year I guess.”

“Still doesn’t make it any easier.”

“No it does not.”

Silence fell across the room now except for the ticking of a clock in the distance and the TV that was on a low volume. You looked around the living room from your seat, and also into the kitchen. And to no surprise, none of Zach’s things were there either. You could see every indication that Florence had been here, but no trace of her boyfriend's tracks. You wanted to bring up the topic without making it too obvious.

“So where’s Zach tonight?” You put on a fake smile and looked over at her.

It seemed she did the same thing. “He’s just out with some friends, he’ll be back tomorrow most likely.”

She immediately turned back around and watched the TV. You always could tell when she was lying, and this was one of those times. She looked like she wasn’t completely there in the room with you, looking forlorn and upset. Something was up and an obvious clue was the fact she had a bottle of alcohol out on the table, and you were sure she had been vegging on it before you arrived. It wasn’t abnormal for her to be drinking, but she usually always made the drink instead of drinking it straight from the bottle.

You watched her out of the corner of your eye as she scooted closer to you, snuggling up to your side. She was clingy most times with you and loved to cuddle, but more so when she was upset. You never did mind, raising your arm so she could lay against your side.

It had been a few minutes and she was still focused on the movie that was on. You wanted to bring up the subject sooner than later so you could get to the bottom of it. You reached for the remote on the table and muted the volume.

“Flo…” you said to get her attention and she hummed in reply. “Can you be honest with me for a second?”

She sat up off your body and looked at you in confusion. “It depends on what you ask, but I guess so.”

You sat up straighter up against the arm of the couch and locked eyes with her. She immediately had trouble maintaining eye contact which made you believe she had something to hide. There was never a moment when she wouldn’t look you straight in the eyes, and you knew this because every time she did, it made you extremely flustered.

“So I don’t want to pry or make you uncomfortable, but I can tell you’re not yourself tonight. Every time I see you, you’re in such a good mood and crack jokes every chance you get. Tonight it feels like you're not present, like your mind is somewhere else. I’ve never seen you drink like this, you look sad which makes me sad, and I see no evidence of Zach’s things being here. Tell me what’s going on Flo so I can help.”

As soon as she really looked at you, she broke down. Her face was buried in her hands as she let out painful sobs. You weren’t sure what to do because you had never seen her like this.

“He’s gone,” she mumbled.

“Oh Flo, I’m sorry. Come here.” It didn’t take her any time before crawling over to you and sitting in your lap. Her cries soaked through your shirt and rang in your ear. You felt terrible because you knew there wasn’t anything you could do to make her feel better at this moment, but you would try everything you could.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked softly, rubbing her back.

“Uhm, we’d been having problems for a while ever since the movie wrapped. They were all stupid reasons to fight, but it didn’t stop him from leaving. He went back to LA and told me I could stay here until I found something to do.”

“That asshole,” you muttered under your breath. You ran your fingers through her short blonde hair and pulled her head back to hold it in your hands, staring at her sad eyes. “Listen to me, it’s going to hurt for a while, I know it will. Soon enough you’re going to find that it’s all okay again and it worked out for the better. It’s a shame he can’t see you the way I see you. It’s his loss.”

Her brows were knitted together now. “What do you mean the way you see me? How do you see me?”

You internally cursed at yourself for letting something simple like that slip. She asked, so now you needed to find an answer that didn’t sound suspicious.

“Well, I see the most kind and hardworking person I know. You’re so strong and beautiful and can handle anything thrown in your path. This time is no different. If you need me to come over everyday so we can talk or if you need company, I’ll do it for as long as I can. I want you to be comfortable and not stay here alone. This is about you and I want to be here for you, however long it may take.”

There were tears in her eyes again, but they didn’t seem to be tears of sadness. It turned out that she really needed to hear that. Ever since the two of them split she had spent all of her free time wondering where she went wrong and what she did to deserve this. In all honesty, it was never her fault in the first place.

She stayed this way for a few seconds longer before her hand moved up to cup the side of your face. You leaned into her touch and smiled, but there was not a smile on her face. Her face had an almost unreadable expression which suddenly started to make you nervous. It made sense as to why when she started to lean in closer to your face. Her lips quickly connected with yours, but you quickly pulled away and broke the short lived kiss.

“What are you doing?” you asked surprised. You weren’t sure why you even had said that since you had practically been yearning to kiss her from the moment you laid eyes on her.

She hid her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what compelled me to do that. I guess I misinterpreted what was happening. I made it awkward now, god I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t make it awkward,” you chuckled while pulling her hands away from her face to look at her.

“I didn’t?”

“No, not at all.”

“Are you saying…you wanted it?”

You looked down and away from her eyes that were now starting to get you flustered like normal. There really was no avoiding the question because even if you didn’t answer, she would know the real answer.

“Uh, I’m not really sure what to say.”

“It’s a yes or no question, love.”

“Again with the nicknames,” you shook your head and stared at her through your eyelashes. Your body tensed as she started getting closer to you again until she was adjusted on your lap and her arms were wrapped around your neck.

“I think you want to kiss me,” she whispered. “Is that right?”

You stared at her long and hard before giving her a faint nod, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. She leaned in again, but this time it was with more certainty, like this was exactly what she wanted and nothing was going to stand in the way of it. Her lips felt so incredibly perfect and there wasn’t anywhere else you would rather be in the world.

She held onto the hairs by the back of your neck in desperation, almost afraid that you may pull away again. There was no way that was happening this time.

You pulled her hips down flush against yours and the moan she elicited traveled from her lips onto yours, sending sparks of heat down into your core. The feeling was almost indescribable as her tongue brushed against your lip and decidedly entered your mouth. Both your tongues slid past the others as you shared several frantic open mouth kisses.

It was hard to believe anything like this was actually happening, but you convinced yourself it was true as her lips moved away from your mouth and traveled across your jawline. There seemed to be no place that was left untouched by her lips around your face and neck.

While she was most definitely leaving a hickey that would be hard to cover tomorrow, her hands fumbled with the bottom of her shirt you were wearing. Her hands were ice cold on your stomach, making your skin crawl in the best way. She looked up at you as a form of consent and you nodded right away.

You became increasingly nervous when it hit you that she was about to see you half naked. When the shirt was scrunched up under your neck, she helped it over your head. Your arms instinctively covered your exposed chest a bit.

She looked at you with a small pout and pulled your hands away from your chest. “You don’t have to cover up around me, babe. You’re so beautiful.”

You had trouble believing her words, but you smiled at the compliment. Your hand on the back of her neck pulled her down to your face, sharing another deep kiss before you gasped out of surprise. The pad of her thumb brushed and circled your hardened nipple, while still sharing a kiss. You whimpered a little onto her lips as she continued to toy with your nipples which made her smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those pretty sounds of yours,” she whispered, which only made your arousal grow immensely. Her lips were now moving their way down your neck again and down to your chest.

Even as the two of you grew closer to the moment you had been waiting for, you still felt a little guilty. You knew she was most likely doing this to fill the gap of her absent boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you wanted her to stop.

“Flo,” you tried to get her attention but she was too focused on latching her lips to your nipple. “Florence, stop for a second.”

The use of her full name led her to stop her actions and look up at you concerned. “What is it, baby? Did I do something?”

“No no, you didn’t do anything. It’s just- I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you while you’re upset. What I’m trying to get at is, are you sure you want to do this…with me, right now?”

She smiled and laughed to herself, almost as if you had said something funny. “Are you kidding, of course I want to. Plus, it’s not getting taken advantage of if you want it too. So I should ask you, is this okay? Because I can stop and-”

“Yes,” you interrupted. “I want to. I want you.”

She leaned in close again and pecked your lips a few times. “Good because I was just getting started, darling.”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck to prevent her from leaving. The two of you stayed entangled in each other’s arms for a while longer, just sharing lustful kisses that tainted every other kiss before hers.

“Bills,” she mumbled on your lips. “Go lay down.” The dog followed suit and ran into the bedroom away from you.

You laughed as Florence switched to sucking and biting at your sweet spot. “You’re scared of the dog watching us have sex?”

“Obviously, I don’t need her seeing what’s mine.”

You shook your head and sighed loudly, still not fully convinced this whole situation was real. Her mouth traveled between the valley of your breasts, slowly placing deliberate wet kisses on your skin. Her hands kept running up and down the sides of your waist which didn’t help with the want between your legs.

Suddenly while her lips were still attached to your skin, she ran two of her fingers over the fabric of your shorts, feeling the wetness and heat already waiting there for her. The contact of it made you arch your back slightly, quietly begging for any more touch she was willing to give you.

“God, I want to feel you so bad,” she moaned across your skin.

“I’m not stopping you, Flossie.” That nickname was all she needed as motivation. She smiled and moved lower to hover over your legs.

“Is it alright if I take these off then?” You nodded eagerly at her request.

She hooked her fingers around the waistband of her shorts that you were wearing, along with your panties. While she pulled them down, her eyes never left yours which was enough to drive you insane and look away instantly. You could feel the coldness against your skin now that all layers of your clothes had been tossed away, but you still refused to look at her because then it would make everything all the more real.

“Baby,” she whispered in a voice enough to make you weak in the knees. “Look at me.”

Your eyes changed to look down at her green eyes where she had a soft smile across her lips. You felt like you could melt right on the spot. She was the most beautiful person, inside and out, that you had ever met and you couldn’t believe that she wanted you in this way.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked.

“Yes…please,” you mumbled.

One of your hands was resting down by your hip and she held it in one of her hands, keeping it laying there. You slightly squeezed onto it and gasped when you felt her other hand come in contact with your core. Her thumb drew tight circles on your clit while she watched you already get worked up at her touch. Your other hand was soon buried in the back of her short blonde hair, instinctively pushing her closer to you.

“Patience, love. You’ll get what you want soon,” she said in an amused tone.

“Please Flo, I need to feel you.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” she smirked.

After that, since you had waited so long she decided not to tease you any longer, giving you exactly what you wanted. Her tongue licked between your folds, picking up the surrounding arousal she caused. You could hear muffled and breathy curses being let out under her breath at the taste of you.

You continued to squeeze her hand while her thumb traced the skin on your lower stomach, and her other hand was wrapped around your thigh as she ventured deeper. Her tongue ran up the length of your pussy with just the right amount of pressure to drive you mad. She stopped right on your clit where she rolled the bundle of nerves around with her tongue.

“Fuck,” you whimpered and squeezed your legs together, trapping her head between them.

She pried one open farther with her hand as she ran her fingers against the skin on the inside of your leg. “Shhh, it’s alright. Just relax, baby.”

Your body seemed to settle down at her words, sinking more into the couch. She started again where she left off, this time latching her lips onto your clit and lightly sucking, making you release sinful moans. Your thoughts were clouded only by pleasure, thinking only of the way her mouth felt so perfect against you and the way her hands ran so purposefully on your skin. The groan she evoked from within you rang through the room when her teeth grazed your clit.

“Why don’t you be a little louder, darling,” she half chuckled.

“Shut up,” you breathed heavily, trying your best not to laugh too.

She moved lower now, feeling her tongue inch inside your pussy slowly, getting used to the feeling. You could feel your high approaching faster now with every stroke of her tongue. She started off slow, but eventually picked up the pace until you could feel the tip brushing farther up and hitting the wall inside you.

Her green eyes flicked up to stare at you as you were left in an almost euphoric state at her command. You looked down when you could feel her gaze right on you. What you saw made your stomach flutter and your body squirm. She had never looked this hot, eating you out like this was exactly where she wanted you as soon as you walked through the door earlier that night.

You felt her smirk as she continued to pump faster with her tongue inside your entrance. You could feel yourself teetering towards the beginning of your orgasm as she picked up the pace. When you felt her button nose unintentionally brushing against your clit while her tongue was still inside you, your legs trembled as you came undone around her. She never stopped her movements as you rode out your high with a melody of moans that were so perfectly created for her.

She pulled away as you were left breathless with closed eyes. Her hands traced all the curves of your body, having the chance to study every exposed part of your skin before it was covered again.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt her laying on one half of you with her head hovering above yours. Her hands brushed the side of your cheek and moved some of the lingering hair away so she could look at you clearly.

“I’m glad you came over,” she whispered while drawing little circles on your cheek with her thumb.

“I’m kind of glad I came over too,” you smiled.

She leaned in and you met her in the middle, your lips meeting together again to share a kiss. You missed the way her lips felt against yours even with the small amount of time they were apart. You never thought there could be such an amazing feeling. She moved away, but placed a kiss on each cheek, your forehead, then your nose before she stopped and looked at you sincerely.

“Go on a date with me,” she blurted out.

“Go on a date with you? Are you sure? It’s still a little bit soon, don’t you-”

“Please,” she interrupted softly. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t think I can wait any longer now that I’ve had you like this.”

You then smiled, nodding your head in agreement. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll go on a date with you. I’ve been wanting this- you, for a long time too.” She laughed against your lips at your reply and you swore there was no sweeter sound in the world.

You shared a few more kisses before you tried to get up to put yourself back together and see how ruffled up you looked. “Please don’t go,” she said. “Can we please just stay like this, for a little while at least?”

“Of course, Flossie,” you smiled at her fondly, then settled yourself back into the sofa.

She reached from behind her to drag a blanket across the two of you. Once you were bundled up, she adjusted so her arms were wrapped around your still naked body and her head was laying up between your chest and shoulder. You whistled for Billie to come back and you watched as Florence glared at you.

You could hear the dog rushing into the room and she saw the two of you on the couch. She jumped up on top of you both, making Florence groan in pain.

“Really, you dickhead? You had to call the dog in here,” she said through laughs so you knew she was joking.

“Duh, I wanted her to come cuddle with us.”

Once the dog settled down, she laid directly on Florence’s back with her head laying on the back of her shoulder. You looked down to see Florence almost asleep and you couldn’t help but smile. You had your two little loves and the only thought you were left with was how perfect your first date had to be with the woman you waited so long for.

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dreamerball · 3 years

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nsfw alphabet - leo valdez

paring: leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: smut, very smutty, this is the smuttiest thing I have ever written

notes: here are mine and some of @chasingpj's horny thoughts about leo. he is aged up in this scenario. enjoy :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

honestly, leo needs a minute to compose himself. he's still very much in awe and afterwards, leo gets very cuddly. he pulls you into his arms and holds you until both of you catch your breaths. he cracks a few jokes to lighten the mood and carries you to the kitchen, where he makes both of you something to eat.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

leo adores your legs. he loves being able to grip your thighs and leave kisses and hickeys on them. of course, he loves teasing you with it. he smirks every time you whine, telling him it’s not fair, please touch me. he would place another kiss on your thigh, so close to where you need him, and then pull away completely.

leo likes his own hands. they’re big, warm and skilled and he knows exactly how to please you with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

listen, leo is a responsible young man and wears a condom every time you have sex. he doesn’t like to get messy with it and frankly, the idea of being a zeus 2.0 scares him. however, that does mean that you guys go through a lot of condoms very fast.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

there was one time where you mindlessly called him baby, not really paying attention to the nickname, but it did things to him he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. his face got burning hot like he caught on fire (he might have) and he stopped breathing for a second. you didn’t notice how turned on he got from it and frankly, he’s too embarrassed to tell you. you often called him nicknames, but baby made his heart skip a beat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s not at all experienced, but he's very eager to learn. leo is constantly asking if you're feeling well and he’s a quick learner, so it really doesn’t take long before getting very skilful at pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

this boy loves his missionary. being able to look at you is very important to him and he loves holding your hands. and, if he’s feeling a little more confident, he might pin them above your head.

another one is when you get on top. he’s just so in awe of you and at that moment, there is nothing he wants more than you guiding him and telling him how good he’s making you feel.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the first few times, it’s kind of awkward. neither of you know very well what you’re doing, but as soon as you’re getting comfortable, he’s cracking jokes. he is very goofy usually and that continues in bed. you love it, honestly. sex shouldn’t always be very serious and his humor makes it very lighthearted. however, he also has moods where he’s more serious than goofy.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn’t pay a lot of attention to it, but he does like to keep the hair short and neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

getting so intimate means a lot to him, and he shows that. he tends to get very goofy, but he also loves being romantic. he’ll light some candles and put on some music to get you in the mood. once his hands are on you, he will not stop touching you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

before you became his girlfriend, he masturbated a lot. he has a very high sex drive and it was the only way for him. now that you’re with him, he doesn’t do it nearly as much as he used to, but sometimes he needs it. whenever you’re not feeling like doing it, or when you’re not around, the thought of you never leaves his mind as he brings himself to his high.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink. listen, this boy is touch starved and constantly feels inferior to others. it’s his biggest weakness. hearing you tell him how good he’s making you feel and how much you love him means incredibly much to him, to the point where it turns him on in the bedroom. his eyes get wide, a flush spreads over his face and neck and his hands grip you even tighter.

“you feel so good, leo…”

“don’t stop, princesa”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his favorite place is the bedroom in your shared apartment. it’s safe and familiar and overall just his favorite. however, sometimes the two of you don’t make it to the bedroom and then the couch is just fine.

your first time was actually in bunker 9. it was the only place where the two of you could be alone and though it wasn’t the most convenient place, it’s a fond memory you hold.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

leo strikes me as the type of person who’s always a little horny, so you really don’t have to do much to get him going. wink at him or lean in really close while you kiss his cheek and leo is on.

however, the best way to turn him on is by whispering something in his ear and biting his earlobe. you’ve always had a soft spot for his pointy ears and while he thought that was funny, you definitely made something enjoyable out of it. this boy will start blushing like mad and before you know it, you’re making out on his bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he’s not into anything you’re not into or that hurts you. sex should be pleasurable for both of you, especially since both of you get hurt a lot in battles.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

leo is very focused on your pleasure, which means that he prefers giving to receiving. of course, he loves receiving, who doesn’t? the feeling of your lips wrapped around him is something that hardly ever leaves his mind. however, giving is one of his favorite things in the entire world. he can spend hours between your legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

that really depends on the situation and how both of you are feeling. he usually sets a faster pace that allows him to get deeper. he has a lot of pent up energy he needs to let out, and that’s his favorite way. sometimes he gets back to your apartment, all worked up and angry because the machine was not working the way he wanted it to and it gets a little rougher that night.

in the mornings, it’s very soft and sensual. neither of you are fully awake and you’re drowning in the warmth of his arms wrapped around you when he slides into you. it’s soft sighs and gentle touches.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

leo prefers to take his time, but he’s not against quickies. sometimes it’s all you have time for or you’re too impatient. as much as he loves teasing and going slowly, a quickie often satisfies both your needs too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

the longer the two of you are together, the more risks he’s willing to take. at the start, he was very scared that somebody might walk in on the two of you but he got more confident with time. now, he just does not care anymore and will fuck you almost everywhere. the room next to your parent’s? you know it. the bathroom in percy and annabeth’s apartment? absolutely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

leo has a lot of stamina. he goes multiple rounds because he has a lot of energy and can last a long time. pleasuring you is his priority and so, he focuses on you for the first few rounds. he makes you come at least once before he even starts undressing himself. if it was up to him, he would make you come over and over again before paying attention to his own needs.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

even though he loves to invent new things and loves using tools, i don't think he’s very big on toys. he likes to keep it simple in the bedroom and he’s good with his hands and tongue. there’s no need for toys in his eyes. however, he would be willing to try if you would propose something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

this boy loves to tease. he takes his time, whispering things in your ears, leaving a hickey on your neck and avoiding the places you need him most. even in public, his hand is gripping your thigh as he’s whispering in your ear how much he wants to take you back to the apartment and have his way with you. it’s a miracle your friends haven’t caught the two of you yet.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

leo is not necessarily loud, but he makes a lot of sounds. he sighs, he moans and whispers all night long and they are the most wonderful sounds you’ve heard. pull his hair, grind on him a little and he’s putty in your hands.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hickeys are his biggest weakness. he loves receiving them, he loves giving them, but he especially loves it when you show them off. he knows it’s a little possessive, but he can’t help it. leo also has no shame showing the hickeys you gave him off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

even though leo is a lanky kid who’s not very tall, i feel like he is thick. i would say he's the average length of about 6 inches but he’s thicker than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high. leo is always at least a little horny and down to fuck you or eat you out. all you have to do is wink at him or give him a kiss and he's ready. he could spend all day in bed with you if he wanted to (and he does).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

leo likes to stay awake a little longer afterwards. he pulls you into his arms and the two of you end up cuddling and watching a movie while talking about how good you made each other feel. you’re usually the first one to fall asleep but if you don’t, get ready for another round.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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an (incomplete) list of things kon can do because lex luthor is his dad that people always forget about:

#1 : math - he's fifteen, and math comes easy to him (unlike a lot of people his age, or at least, his visible age.) a lot of things come easy to him, because when you have all knowledge in the known universe downloaded into your brain, things like advanced math don't bother you very much.

but it bothers his friends, because bart loses interest about three seconds into the assignments, cassie groans anytime "homework" is brought up in general, and tim hates the concept and execution of math so much that he'd rather hide in kon's room where he thinks no one will look for him instead of even cracking open a textbook.

but kon's pretty sure being a hero means you don't need any real world skills, and after his initial hesitation and disagreements, he realized that he genuinely wants these people to like him, to be friends with him. their math homework is easier than a breeze to complete.

#2 : tying a tie the ~fancy~ way - he's nineteen, and his fingers flow through a silk tie like a fish through water. the motions are beyond familiar, he could do them in his sleep. so is the action of pulling on a suit, pressing his collar, arranging his hair into a neat style. he's timothy drake-wayne's date tonight, and he needs to look the part. fortunately, luthor taught him how to look the part a long the ago.

the party itself is,,,,pleasant, he supposes. he spends most of the time as arm candy, tim's pretty little thing as his boyfriend sweet-talked investors and networked. but they both know that the tipsier people are, the easier they let slip secrets to someone they believe won't understand them, and kon gathers a wealth of information by the time he meets up with tim by the appetizer bar right before dinner.

tim tugs him close by his tie and kisses his cheek, then laughs when kon discreetly but disgustedly spits out the pickled salmon cracker toppings.

#3 : educated debating - he's sixteen, and in an argument with tim that's gone so off the rails that kon can't even remember what they were fighting about in the first place. wherever they started, they were here, now, kon on top of a table in an ice cream parlour screaming about how a socialist approach to taxes would boost the lower class, tim on top of a barstool screaming right back about how the middle class are the only ones paying taxes and socialism would only put more weight on their shoulders.

both of them are this close to busting out laughing, and the only reason they haven't been thrown out is because the employee behind the counter is frantically taking notes. kon can see it in tim's eyes, see the way the younger boy didn't expect to hold such a passionate and intense debate with him, didn't expect kon to be capable of it. it's a pleasant surprise, though; that much is evident in tim's barely-hidden grin.

the debate comes to a pause when bart smacks him with a spoon and tells him off for stepping on the speedster's ice cream, and the tiredness with which he collapses back into the booth is a good one.

#4 : efficient + effective workplace supervision - he's twenty, and wondering how in the hell people hadn't murdered the entirety of young justice when it was first founded. bart had graduated to being the flash's full time sidekick, and though he came to visit often, it wasn't the same. gotham was almost always on the verge of imminent disaster these days, and tim was one of the few ropes holding it together. kon missed him like crazy, but his few visits were all the boy could spare. cassie was in charge now, and she was a wonderful leader, but busy, always smoothing over relations between the team and the justice league and civilian offices.

so, somehow, that left kon to be the den mother to all the new younger kids, and somehow, kon was good at it. he knew exactly what to say to get people to listen to his commands, telling them to work on this or work on that, train for this and practice that. he tells them when to get some sleep and let the weight of the day roll off their shoulders, and when to push themselves to raise them higher than they ever thought they could go. unexpectedly, he finds himself liking it.

#5 : the splits

#6 : colour schemes + interior decorating - he's twenty-one, and tim's finally deciding to turn the nest into a home. bart, who had spent the last couple of years bouncing between allen-west-mercury households and was therefore accustomed to a home with a fire of love reaching every corner and every member of the family, was appalled. so was kon, honestly.

the penthouse that tim worked out of was cold and impersonal, sleek lines that angles that matched the limbs and contours of tim's body. but the shadows around tim's eyes had lessed over the past few years, his smile coming to his lips almost as easy as when young justice first learned how to work together. all it took was a little encouragement from cassie, and suddenly, all four of them were involved in a home renovation project.

cassie churned out ikea furniture like it was nothing, the three of them taking a break from their jobs to just watch her as she lifted one of their hardwood bookshelves with one hand. bart bought home goods and essentials from various department stores and ran around, stocking the house with them wherever he felt a saucepan needed to be hung (near the coat hanger) or a candle holder needed to be placed (on the kitchen barstools, because apparently those were decorative anyway).

kon, meanwhile, decorated. he painted rooms and bought curtains and pillows, yes. but he also sorted through every single souvenir and memory the four of them had managed to accumulate over the years, photographs and hacked-off pieces of giant robots and saved movie tickets and broken weapons. he gets his hands on everything he can find, then fills up tim's nest until it's brimming with a cosy warmth made up of the four of them.

still, it's an obnoxiously large penthouse, so there's empty and open space left over even after redecorating. it's tim who takes a breath and works up the courage to tell them, not ask but tell them, that he wanted each of them to have their own bedroom. so bart takes the largest guest room and turns it into an explosion of colour, and cassie spends too much time decorating a room that she won't even live in most of the time. kon conspicuously notes how tim doesn't bother giving kon a room, just dumps kon's backpack on his bed and clears room in his own closet. he does wrap tim in a ttk hug though, from all the way across the room, and drinks in tim's red flush.

#7 : speed reading (no powers) - he's seventeen, and just now realizing how competitive his best friends are. cassie had long since resigned herself to being the judge and the hander-outer-of-prizes (candy from the nearest convenience store) for the speed-reading competition, but tim, kon, and bart were still in the running.

eventually, though, the pressure from holding back his powers grew too strong, and bart slumped against the back of the sofa, mournfully opening his mouth so cassie could drop a candy into it.

and then there were two.

kon thought back to the confrontation that had started this contest in the first place, robin's offhand comment about how he had to be the one to collect the data files from the company office they were infiltrating, because he was the only one who could speed-read and retain information. that had spiraled into an argument, then a challenge, then a competition, with a clear rule not to use any powers.

kon darted his eyes across the page, soaking up every word, the pages like tiny knives on the pads of his fingers as he turned them. he lost track of the page count, just reading and reading and reading until he tried to turn the page and realized there wasn't a next one. he yelled in triumph, reveling in tim's defeated groan, and settled in for cassie's quiz on the contents of the book.

#8 : sophisticated meal and wine palette - he was twenty-two, and discovering that he really, really liked tim's shocked face. they'd been friends for years now, childish hatred turned into playful bantering turned into knowing each other inside out. still, every now and then, kon did something that forced tim's eyebrows high on his head, his eyes widening just the barest bit.

right now, kon was at a dinner party with the words moral support written across his forehead. tim could handle himself remarkably well, but there was tiredness lacing the smaller boy's frame, and kon could practically see the way the tips of his soul were frazzled. so kon let tim lean into his arm and whispered jokes about luna-with-the-big-ugly-purse and martonio-who-can't-do-a-combover into his ear. or, at least, he was.

somehow he'd been drawn into a good natured argument with the man sitting just two seats down from tim and kon. friendly opinions of food had been tossed back and forth, growing more and more heated until kon looked him right in the eye and said he liked prosecco with his prosciutto, internally crowing with satisfaction at their shocked silence and sighing with pity that none of the guests here would ever try that combination out of fear of deviation. once the man had regained his sensibilities, he shot back, saying the sixth course should never serve salmon, instead regaling the fish to the amusebouche or the cheese course. kon snorted and told him fish itself was going out of style, and if he wanted to impress guests at the next dinner party he hosted, he should try serving octopus.

tim's shocked face was a pleasant surprise, but seeing the stunned, controlled blinks of everyone around him as they realized he wasn't just a pretty face was satisfying as well. even more satisfying was when he and tim said their goodbyes; while waiting for the valet, tim pressed up onto the tips of his toes and whispered promisingly in kon's ear, i fucking love your competence.

#9 : manipulating people into hating him to justify his actions - he was eighteen, and he was screaming, crying, tearing his hair out. kon didn't know what he had expected. lingering fondness? grudging acceptance? maybe a small leap for a chance at love?

it didn't matter. clark didn't want anything to do with him. and he was eighteen now, which meant clark didn't need to take care of him anymore, didn't need to pretend to pay attention to him anymore. he'd made it quite clear.

maybe that was why he found himself hesitating before saying no to amanda waller's offer. he forgot about the warnings tim gave him, though, and waller pounced on that hesitation, quicker than a panther. it was easy, it was oh so easy to let himself go with her.

besides, they had a reason to hate him now. he hadn't done anything to clark. he hadn't asked to be made. but clark had wanted nothing to do with him anyway, and didn't that sting. so if people were going to turn him away now, it was going to be for something he did.

he didn't realize how bad he was spiraling, how close he was to stepping off the lighted ledge he'd been balancing on his entire life and tumbling into the darkness below. but cassie had a stronger punch than most grown superheroes, and bart had tenaciousness written into every strand of his ginormous hair, and tim gripped his jaw so hard his fingernails dug into kon's skin and told kon that he was getting his best friend back, no matter what the hell he thought he was worth.

maybe it was madness that made him throw himself forward, still wrapped in the lasso cassie borrowed from diana, practically mauling tim's lips with his own. he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to break down crying after he kissed someone, given past experience, but the three of them, his wonderful, wonderful friends, just hugged him tight, let him fight and shake and sob until all the rage was gone. it was the first time in a long while he'd done something in hopes that someone would look at him with love, not hatred.

#10 : waltzing - he was twenty-three, twenty three and giddy with how much time he had left. conner was with tim drake-wayne publicly now, so expectations were thrust onto him, expecting to be met.

kon tended to have more fun at events than tim ever did. granted, kon didn't have to deal with all of his coworkers drinking too much and exchanging money with secrets faster than drugs and asking tim whether or not his relationship meant he was open for still-young and handsome men who needed just a small escape from their wives. but tim wasn't trying very hard to enjoy himself either.

so kon was completely justified in tugging him towards the center of the room, in a patch of floor sparsely occupied, then pulling him as close as he dared. tim's panicked whisper of what!? was overridden by kon's laughter, but he muffled his sounds for a minute, letting tim hear the quiet music playing in the background (prerecorded and playing on speakers, not live).

understanding broke over tim's face, and he arched into kon's hold as easy as breathing. kon moved one of his hands to grip tim's wrist, and he twirled the two of them effortlessly, breathless at tim's flabbergasted expression. the rhythm was simple, and tim caught on quickly. one two three, one two twist, one two three, one two step, one two three, one two switch, one two three, one two three.

kon couldn't say they danced the night away, because a little while later tim took a break for a drink, then speeches were made, then dinner was served. by then, they were both entirely too tired to dance, longing for just a bed and a soft blanket and each other. but for those few minutes in the middle of a packed yet empty ballroom, kon and tim did lose themselves in the music, just a little bit.

i don't know shit about taxes or socialism. this got way longer than anticipated whoops. i'm tagging this "long post," but if someone asks me to put it under a cut, i'd be happy to

also jesus christ this thing is almost 2.5k words. im uploading it to ao3 later if i'm in the mood

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the undateables + a touch starved mc

Diavolo

This fucking guy abducted you and made you go to demon-college, the very least he can do is spare you some hugs.

Prince, Lord, Beefcake -- you don’t give a single flying damn about titles or customs. Much like a heat-seeking, pouch dwelling animal, all you care about is snuggles.

He’s Very surprised when you just waltz up to him one day at RAD and ask him for a hug. Seriously, nobody has the gall to do that.

Except for you, apparently.

Needless to say, he is SO down.

Diavolo is the prince of the Devildom and also of being touch-starved. Pretty much everyone is afraid of him, and Lucifer is a stingy meanie that wont give him hugs :(

He’s so excited that he doesn’t say anything, just picks you up and practically squeezes the life out of you.

It’s wonderful and you decide that sacrificing your ability to breathe is well worth the payoff.

After you approach him a handful of times for hugs, he’s eventually just going to start hugging you on-sight.

Like literally, on sight. If he catches a glimpse of you, he will cross the whole room just to give you a hug.

(think Moto Moto, he will trample anyone that gets in his way LMAOO i’m sorry dfghjk)

You can absolutely get him to give you a piggyback ride. Honestly, he’ll probably offer.

(There are definitely rumors that you two are dating. Some demons even think that you have a pact bond. The other RAD students are lowkey freaked out by you)

If you play your cards right, you can definitely spin this whole thing into an actual cuddle session :)

Barbatos

You’re always hugging him and he honestly thinks it's so cute.

At first, you’re very hesitant--slyly asking him to warm up your hands with his own, or let you rest your head on his shoulder, just for a minute!

You think you’re sneaky about it.

You’re absolutely not.

Finally, he tells you that whenever you want affection from him, you’re more than welcome to initiate.

It’s not uncommon for you to hug him from behind and press your face into his back.

You always ask, “is this okay?” and he always says “of course.” because it really, really is.

He’s honestly flattered that you seek him out for affection.

When you tell him that it's because he gives the Best hugs, he definitely blushes a little bit.

His body temperature naturally runs cooler than most, which is a little bit strange, but at least you don't have to worry about overheating during snuggle time :D

He also likes to give you piggyback rides. Multitasking is something he often does, and if you’re chilling on his back like a baby possum, then his hands are still free to do other things as well.

It’s very convenient.

(Don’t get it twisted though, when he’s done with work for the day he’s so down to just chill and hold you. If you’ll let him, he especially likes to run his hands through your hair.)

Barb is Very intuitive. If you’re in need of some hugs, you don’t have to say anything. He just knows, and as long as you’ve given him consent, he’ll gladly wrap you up in his arms.

(Will also peck your cheek if you’re cool with it)

He’s just so polite and doting

Simeon

Man… listen.

A hug from Simeon is equivalent to seeing the gates of Heaven open up.

He knows exactly how tight you need to be held, and because of that, his hugs are always warm and protective.

Also, he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder, which is just really fucking nice.

The vibes? Immaculate.

As soon as you realize that he’s a heavenly hugger, he’s gonna have a hard time shaking you off.

And you know what? He doesn’t really mind it.

At first, he’s a little bit confused about why you’re so intent on cuddling him. Confused, but not averse to it in any way, mind you.

Then he’s actually a little bit sad when he realizes just exactly how touch starved you are, but, he understands. You make him realize that he is too--the demons are a lot less huggy than the angels are, surprisingly enough.

So he thinks, maybe you two can help each other out :)

Funny enough, as long as you're okay with it, he lowkey jumps straight into acting like you two are a couple.

Wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders in public, holding your hand, kissing your cheek…

If you’re uncomfortable with it though, he’ll definitely back off. He’s very very respectful of any boundaries you have.

Movie/cuddle night definitely becomes a thing for you guys.

Luke

Give this child hugs, please. And head pats. Pinch his little cheeks. Ruffle his hair.

Be that doting overbearing parent-friend that smothers him with affection!! And snacks. Keep fruit snacks on hand for him fghjkdf

The first time you ruffle his hair, it’s because he’s just so darn cute, you can’t help it--he’s raving about the new cake recipe that he’s learning from Barbatos, and his eyes are shining bright as firebugs and he’s just so darn excited because he got it right on the first try and--

You’re just so proud of him!! So you ruffle his hair and he gets really embarrassed (he’s not a dog for you to pet!)

But like. It felt really nice, so he Supposes that it’s okay. Just as long as it’s you.

When you ask if you can hug him, he gets all blushy but is sooo excited because you honestly give really nice hugs

He won’t admit it, but he really appreciates how supportive you are of him. Though sometimes (like when you pinch his cheeks or monitor his screen-time) you’re a bit… how should I say,,,, a wee bit too much.

Like Simeon.

Give him a hug and pat his back when he’s upset and it’ll instantly make him feel better.

(If he’s upset because one of the demon brothers was making fun of him and you give him a hug, seeing their jealous faces is definitely the icing on the cake for him lmaoo)

Solomon

Ah, yes. The shady sorcerer.

Solomon is an interesting case.

Lowkey, he acts kind of inhuman--but then again, even the demons and angels are more interested in cuddles than he is.

That’s not to say he isn’t at all--somewhere along the way, he just forgot that that’s a thing living creatures need.

(Don’t get it twisted though--he has a pact with Asmo. You’re pretty sure he’s into some freaky shit. He just forgot that fluffy shit is also a very real and very necessary thing.)

When you tell him that you need a hug, he kinda blinks at you in confusion for a few seconds and asks, “....Need?”

He can’t help but wonder if you got cursed or something, and if hugging is the cure. Like sleeping beauty but more platonic.

He wouldn’t put it past you. You’re very hex-able.

And you’re like “Yes I need one please” but you don’t elaborate any more than that, so he’s confused but accepting, and just kinda. Holds his arms straight up. T-poses at you.

It’s weird. Not very effective at asserting his dominance. You snort and wrap your arms around him, and sloooowly, he lowers his arms to wrap them around you in a hesitant hug.

He awkwardly pats your back.

You tell him to stop being weird and just squeeze you already.

Which he does. And it hits him all at fucking once that this is actually really nice, oh no--

Needless to say, he’s gonna start slyly asking you for affection too. But in really obvious ways where he’s like, “Oh noooo a spell backfired on me, quick I need to hold your hand or I might die”

He’s so full of shit.

You definitely hold his hand. With passion.

((part one with the demon brothers))

#honestly i just wanna be luke's mom dfghjkjhgfd #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #gnocchicanons #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me

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