watching fantasy/sci-fi shows from the 80's and 90's is so healing for your brain actually..........
i see people trying to hype them up too by showing off really impressive practical effects for the time, and sure, that's nice. but I unironically love seeing very obvious foam boulders bounce off people, and wooden swords clash, and bright flashes of light from "laser guns"... and it is so much better than 90% of shit today, and you know why?
key fucking difference: they inhabit it. everyone on screen is putting their entire soul into it. and I think people forget that tv is at its very essence theater, you tune in and suspend your disbelief, and you are always aware you are watching a story. if you go to a play and see someone stabbed with a very obvious fake knife, it doesn't fucking matter, does it?
because everyone's forgot that you're not there to see how good of a real-looking fake knife somebody can make, you're there to see people who can make you believe in the emotional truth of a story.
xena warrior princess is superior to every single marvel movie that has ever been made for the key fact that i can watch two actors struggling in "quicksand" which is very obviously just dirt that they were buried in up to their chests, but they are SCREAMING, wailing, crying: they are selling it and I am there for them ---
no marvel movie will ever achieve emotional truth as long as their direction goes: "Alright. So you're trapped in [redacted] next to [redacted], and you feel very [redacted]. And, action!"
takes a real artist to go "i have to deface this billboard promoting an evil corporation's evil product. but cruciallyâď¸the typeface and kerning must match or else it's cringe"
If you make it look official, people will leave it up. I knew someone who replaced all the motivational posters at work with 'demotivation' versions and corp didnt notice for like 2 years.
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
coming home from a tiring day and expecting bkg to be up and ready and cooking but to find him on the couch snoozing :(
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for the next move in your relationship with bakugou katsuki, he gave you the key to his apartment. itâs a fancy word, apartment. not flat, not your student shared house you lived in a few years ago or your family home with your tiny bedroom and snacks that will be snatched by your siblings.
your boyfriendâs apartment. itâs a skyscraper bachelor pad which, with the integration of you in his life, has become a home of more. or really katsukiâs house, with mini shrines to you all over it.
your favourite cereal and fruit bars in the cupboards, your favourite biscuits you dip in your tea and the fridge with a tub of the only yoghurt you eat. his living room which before had no blankets, has four. all chosen by you every time you go shopping with him and his inability to say no. then about three books youâre currently reading, your nintendo switch you leave at his house. his bathroom with your spare toothbrush, makeup wipes and a duplicate skincare selection of the one you have at home.
however, even though it might look like you live here for half of your week, your boyfriend still loves to treat you like a guest.
cooking for you every time you come over. fluffing up his cushions so you donât think he only comes to his apartment to sleep and leaves for work. cleans up, showers, resprays himself with cologne and deodorant.
with all that said, you know what to expect with katsuki, especially when you use his front door key for the first time. no need to knock and wait to hear him rush over to the door, waiting a single second to pretend to look like he didnât just run before opening the door.
this time, you opened the door yourself and instead of seeing your boyfriend in his kitchen, mixing something in his wok, adding soy sauce somewhere and veggies somewhere else, you canât see him anywhere. you know heâs home though, he texted you an hour ago to say he would be.
you kick off your shoes and pull off your jacket. dumping your bag on the floor, you wade your way through his apartment.
âkatsuki? are you on the toilet?â you call but as soon as you enter his living room, you go silent. a smile springs up on your face instead.
âawe,â you mumble and the feeling you get when you see a cute puppy, a little tiny kitten or a chubby sweet baby, fills up inside of you. warmth and love, everything pink with the urge to squeeze.
this grown ass man was dead to the world. laid out on his cloud ivory L shaped sofa, on his back, chest softly breathing up and down, up and down. in through his nose and out through his lips.
itâs rare you witness katsuki sleeping. heâs always up before you for his work and on weekends when you get to sleep in, heâs always in that half awake stage when if you try and sneak out under him, suddenly he gains all consciousness to drag you back.
the size of him is a shock. to see a man that large resting. he feels like a lion, ready to pounce at any hint of a predator. heâs in his comfy clothes, wool hoodie and grey joggers. both his hands on his stomach, resting over each other like an old man. you coo at the sight of him with no frowns nor is he on the edge of a bark.
you kneel at the edge of the sofa, knowing that if anyone where to see you now, youâd be framed as a loving girlfriend or an utter creep.
you couldnât care less. you brush katsukiâs damp blonde strands off his forehead, wondering whether kissing his cheek is worth it to wake him up.
until one eye snaps open. bakugou jumps out of your grasp, onto his elbows with a yelp, âfuck!â
he makes you jump too, eyes wide as you watch his cortisol slowly level back to normal.
âitâs just me!â
âshit, i wasnât expectinâ you to be there.â he lays back on the sofa, forearm over his eyes. sleep causes his voice to be a deep growl, every word delicious. âdidnât even realise i fell asleep, was supposed to be startinâ dinner for ya.â
âitâs okay, you must have been sleepy,â you say quietly, hands back on your lap and bakugou swings his head over to look at you.
he licks his bottom lip. eyes with creases around them, skin stiff but the endearment in his eyes is undeniable.
âhow are you, sweets? sorry, iâm outta it.â he reaches for your waist, urging you to sit up next to him on the sofa.
you do eagerly, flinging your body over his like heâs your life boat, head on his shoulder. bakugou wraps his arms around your back.
âiâm fine. youâre such a cute sleeper.â
bakugou scoffs, closing his eyes, âshut up.â
âyou are! like a baby, one whoâs eating all their meals.â
âyeah?â he entertains.
âhm,â you hum, âwanna kiss all over your sweet cheeks.â
he peels one eye open. one thing about the prohero, he loves your attention. âgo on. then iâll start cookinâ.â
you sit up, hands on his shoulders, âwe can always order in. youâre clearly exhausted.â
âi like cookinâ for you,â he mumbles when you press your lips onto his cheekbone.
immediately bakugou grins, hands resting on your hips.
âbut you donât have to.â
another kiss to his right cheekbone. then his chin.
âi would rather lay here with you,â he murmurs.
ânice. iâll look for something for us.â
a kiss on his eyelids, then his forehead.
âproper kiss now.â he pushes, tilting up his chin to keep closer to your face.
âso bossy,â you smirk before pressing your lips onto his.
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