Petition for Mike Flanagan to make a spinoff anthology series about Verna and her shenanigans throughout history, in different genres but still horror.
Imagine Verna causing the collapse of the Byzantine empire or something.
ur f/os love u and ur hobbies trust me, i yodel and I know my f/os go crazy for it so u know. anything & everything is on the table. u roleplay on discord?? they love that. whaaaattt u like to swim? awesome. they will swim with you and if they don’t know how / can’t they will watch from the edge of the pool.
Erik should have realized Schmidt would do it again. How had he been naive enough to think that he would be the last child tortured by that man?
He had given up the last lead he had on Schmidt to save the girl he had seen being dragged around by the mad man's followers. He was trying very hard to not regret it. Reminding himself that the girl was like him.
Here were the facts: he was in France under false pretenses, his reason for living wasn't dead yet, and there was an American teenager following him who wouldn't stop talking.
"-and all I wanted to do was get Monica back!" The girl threw her hands up, "My family is probably having my funeral already."
Maybe he shouldn't have started tuning her out. That sounded like important context.
He turned around to look at her, feeling slightly bad as he watched her pull down the sleeve of her jacket from where it was riding up. She kept doing that. He didn't want to ask why.
"Listen, kid-"
"Kamala."
"-which part of America are you from? I'll try to get you home, so you can tell them to call off the funeral, in-person."
She screwed up her nose as she thought out loud, "It's the sixties, right? Well that means my Nani is in Pakistan, right now. Probably just about to meet my Nana, so my parents are definitely not alive yet, and to answer your question-" She paused to breathe, "I don't think I qualify as an American right now."
The first thing that came to mind was that she sounded incredibly American for someone who claimed not to be. Was that what a Pakistani accent sounded like?
The second thought, once he actually digested what she said, slipped out before he could control himself:
"What the hell?"
"Surprise!" She did jazz hands weakly, "I'm a bit of a time traveler. And, I'm hoping, a dimension traveler."
If she was right about that, Erik was incredibly glad he'd gotten her out of Shaw's hands.
[Has nothing to do with my Gwentin Takes On X-Men First Class fic. I just enjoy this movie and think the most emotionally competent person in marvel movie history will probably fix this mess]