I think one of my favorite subtle parts of Eternals was the fact that previously when they were all together, the non-fighters, like Druig for instance, were scene to stay on the ship during battles. But then you look after their separation and see how they had to adapt change with the times to protect themselves and fight.  Druig jumping and mastering the shotgun during that one deviant battle scene shows how he has evolved with humanity. Just something simple and stupid that I loved because it defies Arishem’s viewpoint that they couldn’t change as humanity evolved.
Something I adore about Gen V and The Boys universe in general is how they don't bypass characters' disabilities and/or struggles with the 'superhuman' excuse. Cipher calls out Marie for self-harming, Emma's eating disorder is continuously pointed out, and in the latest episode both of them have a *very* pointed moment where they sorta admit that these issues are deeper than just using these behaviors to access their abilities. They're unhealthy mechanisms that both of them use not just for their powers but for stress, trauma, etc and the show treats it as such. I also loved Sam finding out that his schizophrenia is genetic, and he would've had it either way. I think that lifted a bit of weight off of him in regards to his resentment of his parents because it's no one's *fault* exactly that he's like this.
Idk. I just like when superhero media has the balls to say 'Yeah, these people are super but they're also human'
Description: You agree to help Reed test his new baby scanner for Sue, so he can collect some baseline data from a non–pregnant woman. But when the screen lights up with a tiny heartbeat, you realize you’ve got some crazy news to break to Johnny.
Tags/warnings: established relationship, mildly soft Reed, Johnny hovering, accidentally finding a pregnancy, panicking over it, comfort, Johnny finding out, fluff, funny and domestic moments <3
Note: all I can say is writing this was so entertaining and heartwarming, there’s just something about the idea of Johnny being a dad😭. Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼
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The bright lab was mostly quiet, except for the soft humming sound coming from the machine next to you. You sat perched on the edge of a white, medical style platform that looked more intimidating than it probably was. Reed sat on a stool to your left, completely focused on adjusting the controls of his latest invention, a fancy scanner meant for prenatal imaging. You were there as his control subject, since he needed to "create a baseline from a non gestational female", his words. Sue's scan was scheduled for later, if everything worked as expected.
Or at least, that was the plan.
"Alright. The scanner is all set, I'm ready when you are," Reed announced, turning around halfway on his stool to look at you through his thick frame glasses. "Are you comfortable there?"
"I am, actually," you smiled, settling back until your full body rested on the soft leather surface, which, surprisingly, began to warm slowly beneath you. "It's ... warm."
A smile almost ghosted his mouth, but he turned back to the sphered monitor before it could fully form. “Sue tends to get cold in here. I believe adding this feature will make her more inclined to agree to my scans.”
You only gave him a knowing smile. Reed was… Reed, after all.
He wasn’t always able to express care with words, his sentences were more likely to contain statistics or hyper logical reasoning about even the tiniest of details no one noticed or cared about, but his actions spoke louder than words. It was all about the little accommodations, the quiet fixes, the way he noticed discomforts around the building before anyone voiced them. This time was no exception, he didn't think twice about adding a heating feature to the scanner’s seat when his wife had complained about the lab feeling like a freezer last time.
"I bet it's not warmer than me, though," a voice chimed in next to you, and you couldn't help but chuckle.
Ah, yes … Johnny.
Your ever loving boyfriend, who couldn’t stand being more than ten minutes away from you and insisted on being present for this “fake scan” so he could practice holding your hand for future real ones.
Because in his mind, you were in his future that way, not a single doubt about that.
The baby making. Especially, the baby making. The big surprise. The bun in the oven. The endless scans for ultrasound pictures he’d stick to the glass windows of your shared bedroom. The restless nights outweighed by the giggles from a little him ... a little you.
Not today, but maybe one day.
Definitely one day.
And in that hothead of his, he thought what better preparation than watching his brother in law micromanage Sue’s pregnancy through you? At least he could have a little fun with it.
So, naturally, Johnny invited himself to the session. Dragging an extra stool to the lab, sliding on your right side, elbows braced on the platform. His hand found yours as soon as you set your body down.
"You know I can warm you up anytime you want, babe," Johnny shrugged innocently, but his tone was playful as always.
You turned to him amused, a smile already on his face as he leaned definitely way too close to your face, and quickly stole a peck from your lips, earning a soft laugh from you.
Reed sighed next to you, wishing he'd asked you to try the machine in the early hours of the morning before Johnny even woke up. It was his fault after all, he should've known better than bringing it up in front on him. Now he'd have to make it work while you got distracted by ... your distraction.
You instantly noticed his demeanor shift, and gently slipped your hand from Johnny's grasp to lay it flat on the bed, blowing a kiss to him when he opened his mouth to complain. He instantly grinned in triumph, pretending to catch it and placed it over his heart. At least that would keep his hands to himself for a moment.
"All ready now, Reed," you said, offering him an apologetic smile, and he nodded.
"Okay, we're ready to begin. Please just don’t talk," Reed said, his eyes on the display as he pressed buttons, "and try to avoid any unnecessary movement, both of you," he turned slightly, looking over his glasses to glare at your hovering boyfriend.
Which was, unfortunately, a straight dare for Johnny to lean closer against the platform beside you, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin.
"You hear that babe? No unnecessary movement. Don't breathe, not even a little," he said in the most serious tone he could use. "... except if you wanna, you know, lean on me a little," he winked, then nudged your shoulder with his. “I wouldn’t mind.”
You tried not to smile this time when he wiggled his eyebrows, for the sake of the test and the remaining of Reed's sanity, which only made him grin wider.
"Johnny," Reed scolded without looking up, "I need her still, and I need quiet so I can concentrate."
"Hey, I'm just here to supervise," Johnny protested. "Make sure you're not poking her with anything weird."
If there was something Johnny loved almost as much as you and space, it was rage baiting his brother in law. And the worst part was, that no matter how incredibly intelligent Reed was, it seemed to work every single time.
"I'm not poking her with anything,” Reed snapped, sighing afterward. "Can you at least step back a little so I can–"
"Nuh-uh, not a chance in the world," Johnny interrupted. "I'm here for emotional support, you know, a dad being present –Ow. Babe!" you elbowed him lightly in the ribs, which made him gasp.
"First of all, you're not a father. This is purely for data gathering purposes," Reed objected without missing a beat, "and you're only here because you followed her in.”
"Yeah yeah, semantics, whatever," Johnny shrugged, raising a hand to dismiss him and turned to you. "Hey, you hungry, princess? I could get you something."
"I'm fine, Johnny," you shook your head, smiling at the gesture, then raising your hand to press a finger on his lips. "Now, shh."
You caught Reed rubbing the bridge of his nose, muttering something about how he should have asked literally any other woman in the planet who didn't have Johnny Storm joint at their hip.
"The sequence is starting now. I just need five minutes," he sighed for the fourth time in three minutes, and then pressed a few more buttons, his posture stiffening. "Please Johnny, just five, no more talking."
"Alright, alright. I can be quiet for five minutes," he raised his hands in surrender, finally leaning back.
It lasted five whole seconds.
"So," he began, leaning toward you again. "Tell me about the first time you saw me."
You sighed at the question Johnny liked to ask at least once a week. You were happy to answer it every time, just not in front of his brother in law. So you put a hand on his chest to push him back a little, before Reed's patience snapped completely.
"Johnny, angel, you know what? Actually I am hungry," you said, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "I am craving some oranges."
"Oranges?" Johnny's whole demeanor shifted, still grinning, but now with that eagerness to please you sparkling in his eyes.
"Yes, fresh ones," you nodded, slightly biting your lip. "Pretty please?"
“You got it, fresh ones from the market," he grabbed your hand from his chest and placed a kiss on it, making you chuckle once again.
Why was he so annoyingly sweet?
Satisfied with your reaction, he got up from his stool, the little seat's wheels rolling back as he made his way to the elevator's doors. Not without turning around halfway, looking at you while pointing accusingly at Reed.
"Don't let him poke you with needles or draw blood from you. I will sue," then he winked at you, backing to the elevator. "Give me five minutes, ten tops."
And after a shameless wink, the elevator doors slid closed, and he was gone. Leaving a very relieved Reed alone with his scan and you trying very hard not to laugh at the way he exhaled like he'd been holding his breath under water this whole time.
"Thank you," he said genuinely, turning back to his controls. You just hummed in acknowledgment.
You held your breath as the machine made a louder hum, a halo of pale blue light swept over you from head to toe.
"You can breathe normally," Reed said, noticing your stillness. "Just don't move anything else, please."
You let your gaze wander over the colorful room while the scanner did the work. There were gadgets on every counter, Sue's latest ultrasound printed and stuck on the corner of Reed's giant blackboard, a mug that said 'Fantastic dad' that Johnny told Ben to buy Reed as a joke but he wholeheartedly gave it to the man. You smiled at the memory.
The thought of Sue and Reed’s baby being there in a just a months was amazing and terrifying at the same time, and it wasn’t even yours.
And now that Johnny wasn't hovering anymore, and Reed's focus was solely on the screen in front of him, the quiet of the room allowed you to think about what Johnny said earlier.
'A dad being present'
There was a time where you thought something like that was impossible due to his altered DNA, but Sue and Reed had shown you the possibility was still there.
And the more you thought about it, the more it made you want to build that with Johnny. It wasn't a crazy idea, not at all, but it was something you'd projected into the far future.
Definitely one day.
"Huh," Reed's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen.
"Something wrong with the machine?" you asked, trying to not make a big fuss about it, it was a new equipment after all.
He didn't answer immediately. Just tapped his keyboard twice, then leaned even closer, eyes squinting and his whole expression sharpening. The scanner made another low pass over your midsection.
"Hmm," there it was, another weird monosyllable.
"That's a suspicious 'hmm'," you said, sitting up a bit straighter.
"Not suspicious at all," Reed said quickly. "Just interesting ... please lean back down, it's not done."
His fingers moved over the console again, adjusting settings. The scanner passed over you once more, slower this time, and you noticed a small, unconscious shift in his posture. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, blinked at the display, then adjusted the image like maybe the machine had made a mistake.
Again.
"Okay, you're being really weird now. Even for you, Reed," you half joked, hoping that would ease the sudden nerves invading your body.
"I just … wasn't expecting to see–" he paused, hesitating, glancing toward the door as if Johnny might burst in at any second.
"See what?" you pressed, fully panicking now.
The machine beeped softly with results for the third time, like it was confirming whatever he'd already noticed the first. Then Reed suddenly stood up from his stool and paced in his spot, folding his arms.
"There are certain... biological markers. In fact, they're very specific markers. I'd like to run the scan one more time to confirm."
"No. No more scans," you fully sat up now, suddenly understanding Sue's dread of those. "Just tell me, is there something wrong with me?"
Your tone actually made him jerk his head in your direction, shaking his head profusely.
"No," his voice was quiet but certain. Not comforting either, though. "No, absolutely not."
"Then what is it?"
Reed hesitated, eyes fixing back on the screen. "It's... actually the opposite," he said slowly. His voice wasn't that detached this time, it was still Reed, still cautious, but there was something... warmer underneath.
"Something right, then?"
"Quiet for a moment," he mumbled, pressing the console again. "I want to be sure."
So you stayed still, your heartbeat ringing a little faster in your ears. The scanner made one last pass over your body, beeping one last time with the same results apparently, because Reed stepped back, took a long breath, and blinked a few times like he was pulling himself back into the room with you.
He wasn't exactly expecting to be the first to find out about... that. Now how on earth was he supposed to break news like that? None of his infinite doctorates qualified him to do so.
Reed stalled for a few more seconds, before reaching to the sphere monitor and rotating it in your direction.
"Look at that," he said, pointing to the screen, his voice slightly softer than usual.
On the screen, a small flicker pulsed steadily in the center of a grainy blue and white colored image. You stared at it for a few seconds.
Was that? … No. No it couldn't be.
"...My heartbeat?" you chuckled weakly, because the alternative your head was suggesting was just not possible.
Not right now. Definitely not right now.
Reed arched a brow, his gaze instantly softening. He knew how this part felt. The first moments of denial. The surreality of it. So he approached it as gentle as his capabilities allowed him to.
None of his education had prepared him for something like this, but you were family, even more so now, so he tried his best to use his heart this time instead of his brain. As absurd as that sounded to someone like him.
"It is a heartbeat, and technically, it's yours too. Or, well, more like a part of you."
You stared at it again. That flicker. The steady, insistent beat. You knew what it meant, of course you did, but the words got stuck in your throat and refused to come out.
"Look," Reed took off his glasses, pointing with the frames higher up in the torso scan. "Your heartbeat is here," and then pointed back lower, "and this one is smaller ... much smaller."
Reed studied your face as you kept quiet, something warm blooming in his chest despite his usually clinical nature.
Two 'fantastic babies' this year. Huh. He hadn't seen that coming. Couldn't have predicted it with equations in a million years.
"Okay," you said finally, too casually.
"Just okay?" Reed almost chuckled this time. "You do understand what I'm showing you, correct?"
"Yeah. I... yeah," you nodded slowly, letting out a deep breath. "I'm ..."
But you didn't say it. Couldn't. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And right now, you weren't ready for real. Not without Johnny by your side.
Right. Johnny.
Who wasn't there to hold your hand through it.
Oh my God. How were you gonna tell him?
He was, after all, your emotional support. But who was gonna be his when you were panicking? Oh my god. What if he panics too? Would he be ready? Would you be ready?
All of a sudden, that 'one day' wasn't so far away anymore.
You didn't even notice your breathing had gone shallow until Reed's voice caught your attention.
"Breathe," he said, not commanding, more like a reminder.
"I am breathing," you looked up at him, chest going up and down rapidly.
"Not enough," he replied. Then, in a move that was so unlike him, he reached for your hand. His palms were warm, not as warm as the ones you were used to, but it helped somehow. His hands pressing yours just enough to let you know he wasn't letting go unless you wanted him to.
"Follow me," he said. He took a slow inhale, visibly lifting his chest, and let it out in a slow exhale. "Again."
You tried your best. Inhale. Exhale. It died in your throat halfway out a few times. But he waited, patient as ever, until you tried again. And again. Until the fifth breath felt a little less jagged.
"It's normal to be scared," he said, when your breathing slowed down. "When Sue told me she was pregnant, I–I almost passed out. And that was after two years of planning for it."
Instantly realizing what he confessed, he cleared his throat, before looking at you more serious for a moment.
"Don't tell Johnny," he asked.
A shaky laugh escaped you, and it loosened something in your chest. You shook your head in reassurance. He nodded grateful.
"I know this is... a big pill to swallow. Terrifying, even. But it doesn't have to be faced alone."
Your eyes got glassy before you could stop them.
"We're all a family," Reed continued, repeating what was always said by the others, not much by him, if ever. "Which means your child will never have to go without place to feel like home, or without love. Not with all of us around."
A tear did fall from on your cheek this time, and you let go of his grip to wipe it before Johnny came back.
Oh, Johnny.
Just thinking about him being a father, a dad who is present, his blonde disheveled hair at midnight as he warms baby bottles with his own hands, a tiny bundle sleeping on his chest enjoying the impossible warmth irradiating from his skin. Him playing peek a boo with the funniest faces he can think of.
And for the first time since you saw that flicker on the screen, you believed, if only for a second, that maybe this wouldn't be the end of the world.
"I'm pregnant," you finally said it, the foreign words leaving your lips in a whisper.
Reed's eyes softened, the smallest smile forming in his mouth.
"You're pregnant," he echoed, just as quietly, like repeating it would help you both absorb the reality. He straightened a little, half turning to his machine. "I'd still like to make some more formal scans–"
"Reed."
"I know, I know. Sorry," he apologized, letting out a dry chuckle while shrugging, "but it's ... protocol."
"I'm telling you, Herbert, those oranges were not fresh. That guy was totally lying ... Yeah right? I know. Unbelievable."
Your head snapped at the sound of HERBIE's robotic beeps and Johnny's muffled voice echoing behind the elevator doors, as they arrived to the lab's floor.
"–and so I had to use my charm on the girl next to him, one smile and she went straight to get me the good ones ... I know Herbert, I know, but you have to do what you have to do."
The doors slid open in a ding, revealing a very excited Johnny walking in, toying with an orange from one hand to another as HERBIE trailed behind him holding something you couldn't see from your seat.
"Ah, there you are." Johnny smiled as soon as his eyes landed on you, "now, what did I miss?"
You looked at Reed for a brief second, at the verge of panicking again, but he mouthed a 'just breathe', gesturing with his hand a swift inhale. So you did that, as Johnny crossed the lab until he got to the stool he was previously sat in, with the little droid following him like a lost puppy.
"Got 'em! Did you miss me, babe?" he asked, plopping into his seat.
"I always do," you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching to the orange he was holding, to try to distract yourself with something. "Thank you, Johnny–"
Before you could reach, he yanked back his hand with a laugh. "Don't be silly, this one is for me. Here–"
He turned halfway to HERBIE behind him, and grabbed with his free hand something from the droid's hands, petting his metal head before turning back to offer it to you.
You lowered your eyes at the plate he was holding to you. Probably two oranges, sliced, and placed nicely around the dish. The citrus scent hit you and half scratched that itch you've been having about oranges lately, which ... made a lot of sense now.
"These are for you, bite sized. I'm gonna tell you now, got the best ones in the city," he leaned down to kiss your forehead, and added with a cocky grin, "go on, tell me I'm amazing."
He was. God, he was.
But it wasn’t the oranges what hit you the most, it was the way Johnny went about it. How you wouldn't need to feel scared, or not ready, when he was willing to take on even the smallest of requests with intention, just to put a smile on your face.
So you couldn't hold it together any longer, and lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, the plate of oranges falling from his hand to your lap, small slices scattering across the platform. You buried your head in his neck, not being able to hold the tears anymore. Johnny instinctively wrapped his arms around your body, a hand still holding his orange for dear life as he stared confused at Reed.
“Woah– what happened baby?” he asked softly, bringing his free hand to stroke your hair as you cried into his chest. “What did you do, Richards?” His tone got weirdly serious now, even for Johnny.
“Me? N-nothing!” Reed blurted offended, which only made Johnny glare at him.
“Did Reed lecture you about moving during the scan? I told you, babe, you don’t have to listen to him when I’m not here.”
Reed’s mouth opened to protest, but chose to keep quiet. He glanced at you, still clinging to Johnny for dear life. He took a deep breath. He knew what this was like, so he just let Johnny continue until you chose to tell him.
“She was okay when I left, and now she’s crying in my arms –hey hey, it’s okay baby– so what could have possibly happened while I was gone?”
His tone to Reed was serious, but when he looked down at you it got incredibly softer. You sniffed a few times, pulling apart from him to wipe your eyes and give him a teary smile.
“I’m fine, Johnny, really,” you reassured, sniffing again, “It’s just … I don’t–“ you looked at Reed, nodding at him so he could help you a little.
Reed took off his glasses, and folded his hands behind his back in that way that meant ‘I’m about to say something big and I’m choosing my words carefully’. You just kept your gaze on Johnny.
“The scan revealed some … unexpected results.”
Well, so much for choosing your words carefully.
“Unexpected like… bad unexpected, or ‘hey, you have an extra kidney’ unexpected?” Johnny asked, squinting.
“Having an extra kidney would be bad unexpected too, Johnny,”
“We could always get it out and sell it,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes playfully to make you laugh, and when you inevitably did, relief washed over his face for a second.
Okay, it couldn’t be that bad if he was able to make you laugh after that breakdown. His heart could calm down a little now.
“Well, actually… neither,” Reed said.
His gaze shifted between the two of you before settling on the monitor that was still facing your direction. Johnny glanced at the screen, still expecting to see that third kidney. Instead, he tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together.
“Huh,” he exhaled.
Funny, his first reaction was identical to Reed’s.
You watched him stare at the screen, and you could almost see the gears turning under all that blonde hair. Because Johnny Storm was a lot of things, loud, playful, endlessly distracting, but he was also sharp. And he wasn’t missing what was right in front of him.
Two heartbeats.
“Is uh– Is that what I think…?” his eyes flicked to you, you were already smiling, still glassy eyed holding the lump in your throat. “Oh my god.”
His mouth fell open a little, eyes darting between Reed, you and the small flicker on the screen for a few times, before it hit him all at once. He finally let go of the orange in his hand, the fruit hitting the floor in a few thuds.
Johnny’s face lit up like sunlight getting through grey clouds. Even HERBIE beeped in awe.
“OH MY GOD!!”
The grin that broke over his face made your heart flutter. He cupped your face in his warm hands before you could even wipe your eyes.
“Babe. Babe,” he chanted enthusiastically, his forehead pressed to yours, voice dropping to a breathless laugh. “We’re having a baby. Oh my god! We’re having a baby! … Herbert I’m gonna be a father!”
You let out a laugh that was half sob, half immense happiness, nodding against him.
He crashed his lips to yours, salty tears mixing in your lips as he kissed you softly, lips slightly pulling back from how wide you both were smiling.
In front of you, Reed stood with his arms crossed, the loveliest smile tugging at his mouth. For once, he didn’t interrupt, didn’t feel like adding facts or disclaimers. He simply turned back to the console and gave you both the moment.
That was, until Johnny pulled apart from you, realizing how you had just lit his whole world on fire and he was more than willing to stand in the middle of all of it.
“Okay,” Johnny said, still holding your face, “this is fine. This is more than fine. This is … this is amazing.”
“Johnny, I think we should–” you began, but he was already in motion, pacing next to you.
“First of all, we need to stock on food, for all the weird pregnancy cravings you’re gonna have. You want pickles dipped in ice cream? boom, Johnny delivers,” he gestured dramatically with his hands in the air.
Reed sighed, rubbing his temple while mumbling something about Johnny speaking in third person.
“Johnny–“
“And the baby’s room. We’ll paint it… okay, we don’t know boy or girl yet, but that’s fine, we’ll go with something neutral. Like… fire yellow … no, wait, that’s too on the nose. Sky blue? Maybe it could be space themed! … babe they can go to space with us one day, maybe Reed can make a baby space suit–“
“I am not sending your baby, or any baby for that matter, to space, Johnny.” Reed interrupted flatly, wishing you could go back to hugging and not this unprompted rambling.
“Johnny, angel, maybe we should–“
“Oh, and the clothes, babe the clothes! Little tiny onesies with flames on them. Reed, you have to make them in fireproof clothing, how else is it gonna be safe for me to hold them?”
“Johnny!” you leaned forward to put your hands on his chest and gently dragged him towards you. “Can we maybe process this before we start designing the nursery?”
He stopped mid ramble, eyes fixing on yours. And for the first time since Reed dropped the news, he hesitated. “Wait, you’re… okay with this? I mean, I’m over the moon, obviously, but… are you?”
You exhaled, reaching to fix a strand of his hair. “Johnny there’s nothing I want more in this life, than to have a family with you,” you reassured, meaning every single word, “but we didn’t even know about this ten minutes ago.”
Johnny’s smile softened. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, holding a kiss there for a moment.
“Okay. We’ll do this together, slowly, as a family,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and this time you were the one who jumped at his lips.
This time it was a bit rougher, clinging to him with fists clenched on his shirt, like putting all the overwhelming weight of it all into the kiss. Reed, who was still there, cleared his throat before you started making another baby right there and then. On his new scanner. That he built for his wife but now it would work for you too.
He was gonna have to get used to Johnny hovering all the time now.
“You should both take some more proper tests to confirm everything is okay with your baby, before making any further plans.”
“Yeah, yeah, Reed,” Johnny dismissed, already wrapping an arm around your waist to help you come down the platform, and guide you toward the door, but he halted midway. “Wait both? why me? I swear to god Richards, if you poke me–“
“No one is going to poke any of you here, Jonathan. Ever. I already told you, and it sure as hell won’t be me if it’s ever required,” Reed rolled his eyes, already relieved to see you both make your way to the elevator so he could work in peace.
He could only be happy for so long, before his mind inevitably went to overthink about how on earth you were all going to survive two super babies at the same time. But before he could get lost in his head, Reed turned to thank HERBIE, who was humming cheerfully to himself as he picked up the orange slices from the table. The little droid then rolled toward you, offering the plate with a chirp.
“Thank you, HERBIE,” you smiled, and Johnny pet his head in gratitude.
“Alright, we’ll do all that science stuff later, Reed. Right now…” He glanced down at you, his lovely grin back in full force. “I’m getting my girl more snacks ... and maybe also ice cream. Just in case that pickle phase hits early.”
Even behind all the joking and amusement in his face, the glint in his eyes quietly told you he was looking at the most important thing in the whole universe. Those two heartbeats.
But no, it wasn’t just two heartbeats after all.
Because with Johnny by your side, it was three.
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edi gathegi played darwin in x-men first class and his death was so racist that people talk about it to this day.
and now he's playing mr terrific in superman and a lot of people are calling him the standout of the movie. i love that for him. he more than deserves his flowers.
There is something to be said about how Sinners isn't saying to lock the door on black culture and never let anyone else in. A big part of the scene of Sammie singng at the juke joint is the fact that there are other cultures involved. The chinese characters are accepted gladly and their culture is also shown in the process of looking back and forward.
In my opinion Sinners does point to the issue that white supremacy and a lot of white people who don't think they are racist like to iron over the culture they take in. Seperate it from the context and the people who created the culture until the heart of it is basically gone.
Remmick is a racist, but he also would have likely had a chance to interact with the culture in a normal way and connect with his own if he had just accepted that he wasn't the center of Sammie's music. The need to rip away Sammie's memories, talent, and culture and assimilate it into the hoard for his own gain without caring about what that culture means for the people it came from is the issue with Remmick. It is also the issue with a lot of people who want to view and interact with black culture, but get icked out when they actually have to be faced with the centuries of struggle that led to that genre of music, or dance, or hairstyle being created.
Around here we usually say that we bury our children under our most beautiful trees, but not even the best among us can find a tree beautiful enough to watch over Benjamin Ovich. So we grow new ones, all around the stone bearing his name, we let Alicia and other children plant them in the soil so that they grow up around him. Until he is no longer sleeping in a churchyard, but where he was always safest and hap-piest. In a forest.
And maybe remembering it will hurt more some days. His laugh, his smile. A couple small glimpses of peace before everything.
But on other days, it might hurt just a little less, to know that he was happy
how fitting yet so unfair that Benji Ovich dies in an ice rink. How he left Beartown to find himself, to figure out who he was without hockey as his only identifier. How he comes back and still feels so painfully at home on the ice. How he’s somehow closer but also further away from knowing who and what he wants to be in this world. How the universe decides it for him with a bang. Benji Ovich dies in an ice rink protecting a little girl who will one day wear his name and number on her back, who will go on to live the life so many wanted for him … the life he deserved. Benji Ovich dies in an ice rink that was once his safe haven, in a locker room that used to be his, and surrounded by a team he was supposed to lead. A life of what-ifs that he was finally making peace with. He could be something more than just a hockey player. Alicia was proof of that. Benji Ovich dies in an ice rink … and maybe in death, he can finally be able to just play.
Cannot deal with how the story of Beartown knows itself inside and out and how it tells itself so nonchalantly, spoiling things left and right, and killing our notions of a happy ending before we even get the stupid idea to hope.
"She won't succeed."
"It won't be enough."
"He will be too late."
But what gets me is how the story also so obviously cares. Cares about the people, about the events that went down, and it knows that the outcome can't be changed but it wishes so damn hard it could be.
"Obviously we still hoped. Dear god, how we hoped."
"The people in this town who loved him. There were so many of us."
It's not them, it's us. Almost like the town itself is telling it. Fredrik Backman I am in your walls.
Bravo also to Robert Eggers for probably the least bad depiction of Transylvania in Western vampire cinematic history:
1. Having actual Romanian actors doing the dialogue in Romanian. You'd think this is a low bar to clear but nope.
2. High quality costume design that looks pretty accurate to 19th century Romanian and Roma peasantry, even down to specific braided hairstyles from the Transylvanian region.
3. Depiction of Roma people but refrains from having them as some typical Hollywood exoticizing role like a magical fortune teller etc. They're in like half a scene, just chilling and playing music in front of an inn.
4. Use of the word "strigoi" which are actual spirits in Romanian folklore, unlike the term "vampire" which didn't exist in Romania.
5. Sorry to the Nosferatu moustache haters, but a Romanian nobleman would have had that exact facial hair.
6. Depiction of religion (nuns, churches) that actually looks like Eastern Orthodoxy and not some vaguely spooky goth Christianity.
my lady jane is all the modern women wants. that being watching history’s forgotten women live again in a way that blatantly says ‘fuck you’ to history and also a guy with the sluttiest (affectionate) necklaces you’ve ever seen
