#I’ve never seen this movie but I am assuming it’s the same in that way
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I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :
Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy
Oh fuck yes I love this
massage room//t.c.
warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?
You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.
You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.
You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.
You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.
You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"
He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.
"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.
"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.
You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.
...........
You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."
"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."
"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"
"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."
"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"
"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.
You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."
"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.
You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."
"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.
You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.
Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?
.........
You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.
"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.
The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.
You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.
You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.
As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."
Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.
You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.
His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.
Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.
"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.
He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.
Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.
You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.
You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.
"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.
"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.
"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.
You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."
"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.
"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.
"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"
"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.
"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"
You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"
"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.
You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.
You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.
"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.
"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.
"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.
Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.
"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."
"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.
"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.
"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"
"Timmy." he corrected you.
"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.
"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.
"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.
"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.
"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.
The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.
You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"
"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.
You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.
You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.
You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.
You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.
You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.
"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.
You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."
"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.
You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.
He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.
You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.
"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.
"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.
You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.
The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.
You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.
Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.
You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.
Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.
He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.
Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.
Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.
His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.
"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.
Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"
"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."
He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.
You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.
"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.
You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.
Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.
You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.
"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.
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` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ D.HUME ࣪ ˖ TWO HALVES OF ONE HEART.
﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚
PART 02 OF HEART AND MIND! READ PART 01 HERE.
PAIRING ⠆don hume x fem!reader.
WORD COUNT ⠆3,756 (well spent!)
ON ROTATION ⠆cheek to cheek by frank sinatra, head over heels by tears for fears, my heart it beats for you by grent perez, how deep is your love by bee gees.
CATEGORIES ⠆very fluffy!!! a long awaited lovers reunion!!!! the boys on crew being the biggest supporters as always, joyce being lovely, very comforting. loved how it came out... though i feel like it kinda dragged but i digress.
𝟒𝟏𝟏. a much needed reunion between two lovers.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen lake washington look so alive, there were swarms of crowds surrounding the lake. the day was sunny and bright with a slight wind whistling through the air.
full of supporters and spectators from both cal and washington alone. your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as you followed followed your parents through the crowd but ultimately separating from them as you made your way to the viewing deck. the thought of seeing don again— being in his presence again made you so excited yet so nervous. you were elated he made the JV rowing team, knowing how effortlessly he knew how to do things; basically being good at anything. you had a fairly good spot over looking the water; not realizing it’s a student only viewing deck (did those even exist..). you looked for a spot not to close to the front in case don ends up seeing you, you didn’t want to throw him off from their first race of the season. as you were getting settled in your spot you accidentally bump into someone.
“oh! i am so sorry!” you apologize, pushing your hair away from crowding your face as you watch the girl in front of you stumble a bit.
“no! no it’s totally okay.” a blonde with short hair instantly assures, noticing as her eyes scanning over you.“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around school before.” she adds, you found it bit odd she would say such a thing.
“ i don’t actually go here.” you affirmed, clearing your throat a bit. still confused on her sudden interrogation, she nods. taking in the newfound information before continuing.
“where do you attend?” you hesitate, suddenly noticing how everyone on the deck had UW flags and you didn’t have that, instead a berkeley flag that someone had given you after recognizing you from school. if she had seen the flag tucked behind you it would’ve given you away immediately.
“cal.” a slight cough out of the school name; there was no way in lying to her, suddenly feeling small amongst the groups of UW students. the short haired girl piques at your response “cal as in cal state berkeley— the rowing team the boys are going against?” you nod for her in clarification “how come you’re rooting for the opposite team?” fully facing you now. before you can tell her your reason she interrupts saying how rude it was for her to bombard you without asking your name, you weren’t offend at all and introduced yourself instantly as she does the same immediately after.
“my boyfriend is on the team actually.” you felt awkward telling her but also relieved, you don’t remember the last time you outright told anyone you had a boyfriend. ”oh really! who?” it crosses in joyce’s mind that it could be joe but she knows joe would never keep something like this from her and there was a massively rare chance it would be him so her mind briefs through the rest of the roaster. though she only knew their faces and not their names.
“don, don hume. you know him?” joyce ponders for a bit, the name sounding very familiar.
“i think joe mentioned him before…” you assume ‘joe’ is on the rowing team with don, further assuming she was here to root for joe but would’t say that of course… insisting she’s here rooting for everyone, not just joe.
“its okay, he’s not much of a talker anyways.” laughing it off, don wasn’t someone to put himself in the lime light, finding comfort alone or with you. a part of you hoping he’s getting along well with his teammates as he isnt the easiest to get along with because of how reserved he could be… you just want him to be happy.
“does he know you’re here?” you shake your head in response but mention to her that you sent him a letter recently entailing that you were coming over to visit but it was safe to assume he hadn;t gotten it since he hadn’t called (knowing he only calls when he needs to respond immediately). an idea suddenly sparks in your new friends mind. she tells you there is supposed to be a party if the huskies win and she insists you surprise him then, it was such a spur of the moment proposition you accepted. she squeals excitedly, grasping your arm. she was so happy to meet someone new who wasn’t from washington, excited to make your acquaintance as she stays close to you, cheering on the boys.
the race was nothing short of a spectacle, no one was sure that the huskies would win but they had defied odds and won with an astounding outcome. you see dons face as their boat pushes to the finish line, time seems to slow when your eyes land on him. his hair is shorter and face slimmer from the last time you saw him, your heart swells seeing him so happy from winning, splashing the water and celebrating with the rest of the team. you don’t think you’ve seen anything more attractive, his muscles taught and defined in that fitting uniform he wore. a faint blush creeps up you neck as you watch his muscles flex under the sunlight, you couldn’t wait to be with him again, talk to him, be in his arms again. you eyes don’t leave him until joyce drags you away from the your spot, immediately talking your ear off about how well they did on the way to her dorm. don lingering in your mind the whole way.
the hall was loud and in high spirits after the win of the JV rowing team, don watches as george walks off hand and hand with a pretty brunette. sitting alone as the other guys sit in the paired tables in front of him, having their own conversations. don didn’t mind to be alone or away from the group; it would probably be expected of him to go off and talk to others but he really isn’t much of a talker and preferred to observe the scenes in front of him. he didn’t need to be apart of the fun to have fun- he was content knowing the guys were having a good time. it did get lonely at times though the guys kept him company and included him in conversation for a part but his mind kept lingering at the thought of you; being here with him— having fun of your own if you were here. he’s been thinking about you more lately, missing you more than he usually did. it was rough the first few months but he eventually got used to the fact that you weren’t around anymore and he had to carry on with his own life. its not to say he didn’t think of you at all; you were the muse of his dreams and he’d think about how you were sometimes and at times where he’s out, he’d something that reminds him of you. most of all, the jewelry you gifted him. he’d fidget with his ring and he’d think of you. ever since the night he told roger and bobby about you it feels like he’s back a year ago when you freshly left for california feeling incomplete without you, unbeknownst to when you’d retuen, wondering if you got his letter or if you wrote back to him.
your heart pounds in your chest as you walk with joyce towards the hall, her arm laced with yours. your heart races, full of emotion. memories of when you last saw don flooding your mind, you couldn’t wait to see him. you were nervous he wasn’t going to recognize you, it had been a year since you saw him and you weren’t sure if you look the same you did when you left, what if he didn’t feel the same way anymore after seeing you? what if he regrets waiting for you after a year of being apart? what if— as if she could sense your overwhelming nerves, joyce immediately assures you— insisting that don is gonna be elated to see you, especially after a big win. what worried you was the fact that you had sent him a letter, unveiling your news that you were coming up to washington. you were unsure if he’s received it yet and it drags your heart at the thought of him reading the letter and not caring; content with having a life of his own away from you. he would he awaiting your arrival wouldn’t he? looking for you. but there was no news up the grapevine about him from the passing hours as you got ready in joyce’s dorm but if you didn’t find out for yourself you’d never know. you can hear the music grow louder as you get closer, excitement bubbles as joyce squeals skipping towards the hall with you in tow, already feeling the warmth from the hall.
at the doorway is a tall blonde with his eyes fixed on your short haired friend, you look at her and see a faint flush on her cheeks. unlocking your arms she walks a few steps ahead greeting the man with a hug. standing a bit awkwardly before them as they speak, a mere moment later she turns around gesturing you over. from there you meet joe, the man she mentioned earlier during your first interaction. she introduces you fondly as a new friend, locking arms as she leans against you. she continues to tell joe how you’re visiting from california and she’s love to introduce you to the boys. joe has a hesitant look on his face, as much as he wasn’t opposed to the idea, he knew the boys would eat up a pretty face like yours without the slightest bit of hesitation. he wasn’t convinced from her persuasion but the look she gives him? how could he say no to her? heaving a small sigh, the blonde nods. further exchanging pleasantries as he tries to get to know you a bit better before gesturing for the two of you to walk inside, him following behind. you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you walk into the bustling room, eyes instinctively scanning for don. your heart skips a beat when you finally spot him, sitting alone at a table. he looks even more handsome than you remember, you’ve never seen him in a suit before and he looks better than you could ever imagine. breath catching in your throat as you realize this is actually happening, the man you've missed so dearly, the one you've been yearning for since you moved to california. you’re so close to being in his arms again, in his presence again. before you can take in more of the lively atmosphere, joyce is dragging you to the refreshment table. you weren’t sure what she had in mind, she hadn’t told you anything beforehand and you were dying to know. she guiltily admits to you how unsure she is about her plan, though there wasn’t much to it in the first place. you immediately reassure her that whatever happens, you appreciate her effort, without her your surprise reunion with your lover could have gone completely differently.
don doesn’t know why or how but he feels as if you’re here, somewhere (his spidey senses are tingling) especially when joe had them gathered so closely, being sandwiched between roger and bobby as they all ask whats going on. joe casually relays that joyce had someone she wanted to introduce to them, making the advanced effort to note that the person is a girl. the group suddenly becomes boisterous and are quick to fix their suits and appearances. don has half the mind to entertain the thought the the person is you, though he thinks you would come straight to him if that were the case, so he makes himself comfortable sat down with his hands in his pockets awaiting their new guest- ready to watch what’s to come.
your heart flutters with nerves, as joyce tries are best to calm you down. there was only so much she could stall and soon joe approaches the two of you stating how impatient and restless the guys were, your mind is in a frenzy now trying to imagine how seeing him again will be, what you’ll say, how he’ll react. it overwhelmed you so, wringing hands and deep breaths as you gather yourself. it was now or never.
you pass through the throng of people, the atmosphere is charged with an electric energy, a complete contrast of the feelings that consumed you as joyce holds your hand comfortingly through the crows. joe walks ahead, gathering the boys as you approach them. trying your best to hide behind the small frame of joyce. for a moment don thinks he’s right, eyeing the girl standing behind joe’s girlfriend, as the boys stand ready to impressed. he also thinks he’s become delusional drowning in the thought of you— he can’t see the person well but with her frame peaking from joyce it makes him think its you, he tries to deny the thought in his head— trying to not physical head palm himself at such a stretch.
clearing her throat, joyce speaks “i made a friend from california and i just wanted to introduce her to the team that beat hers.” a small wave in her voice, seeingas don snaps his attention to her as she silently hopes she does this right. her words cause an immediate stir in the boys, ready to impress with their chests puffed. roger and bobby immediately share a look before looking down at their friend who’s now sat upright and at attention.
it can’t be…
you feel your hands tremor and a slight ring in your ears as your friend speaks but you can’t help the surge of adrenaline that runs through you knowing at any moment you will be face to face with your lover.
you feel a tug on your hand and soon enough you’re faced in front of your boyfriend among a sea of unfamiliar faces.
“this is y/n.”
before any of the boys can approach you, the sound of a chair screeching against the wood floor causes a pause through the group. turning their attention they see don stood up, eyes wide. all at once it feels as if time begins to slow, you’re stood before him looking beautiful as ever, like an angel sent from heaven. he feels like he’s dreaming— as if at any given moment he’ll be woken up from a painfully realistic dream. it isn’t until he feels a pat on his back, he breaks his gaze. looking over at roger who whispers a ‘lucky man’ with a giddy smile on his face. bobby and roger pass you last, having a small conversation with you telling you how you have a good eye for jewelry and realization on that you’re actually real, the locket on your neck further proving that. the group moves else where but close enough to see the lovers reunite.
his gaze is back on you, unbelieving the sight before him, you’re actually here— standing in front of you him with a wide smile on your face. you slowly walk towards him, meeting him until your inches apart. your hands comfortingly grasping his hands, thumb grazing his ring. you eyes take in his features that matured from the time you were away, he does the same drinking in the sight of you— guess his feeling wasn’t wrong. you were afraid he wouldn’t recognize you or look at you the same the same way he did before but the loving gaze is still strong through his iris’
"you're quiet. do i look bad?" trying to break the ice, words unsaid whilst you took in the sights of each other. you missed him more than you can recount, now that he’s in your hands again you cannot imagine being apart now.
"no. no, god, no.” shaking his head, gathering himself ”you left me speechless. in a good way, of course." (prompt from @novelbear) he would have never thought you could leave him speechless in a way you did now, looking breathtaking under the warm lighting of the hall, a soft laugh leaving you before giving his hands a gentle squeeze. your nerves dissipates into comfort as you look at him, a sudden wave of emotions coming over you. tears wake at your waterline and chin trembling as you look at your lover, your hand moving to his cheek caressing it gently— all your worries and doubts disappearing, grateful to whatever being upon the universe that brought you together again. don immediately noticing your change of emotion and he pulls you into a tight but comforting hug. the rest of the world fades away as you share that familiar embrace, the connection you once thought lost rekindling in an instant. your arms tightly around his neck, as his rest on your waist and a hand soothing at your back. he tries his best to hold back tears of his own as you softly sob into his blazer jumbled out “i missed yous” between hiccups and sniffles, he softly hushes you, comforting you the best way he can as he tries to keep it together but all at the same time reciprocating the same words to you like a soft lullaby letting your crying subside. you part from the crook of his neck, eyes puffy and tear stricken cheeks. staring down sheepishly at your sudden outburst. don takes it with open arms, grasping your face as he wipes the tears away and tucks fallen hairs from your face. so glad to have you back in his arms again.
“so, were you surprised?” you ask, straightening yourself up acting as if nothing happened— brushing your hair to your back as your hands go to fix his blazer, hand lovingly gracing his tie, evening the two pieces together. he looks at you with a crooked smile—
“surprised? honey you blew me away.” mimicking the way someone would be blown away from strong wind. his effort of making you laugh fruitful, as you giggle with hand coming to cover your mouth.
“but seriously, i’ve missed you so much. there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you, you’re the reason i tried out for the team..” his words coming out soft and sincere, standing close to you again. your heart swelled at his words, looking up at him with loving eyes. all while finding the words to describe how much you missed him.
“i couldn’t stop thinking about you when i was in cal, adjusting to the school was difficult; i felt like it would’ve been so much easier if you were there with me… i struggled so much but eventually i fell into a routine that felt empty because you weren’t in it. that’s why i came up to visit you; i didn’t mean for it to be a surprise— i wrote to you about it but judging by your reaction you haven’t received it yet.” don processes your words, thinking how the week has been so busy that he hadn’t had the time to go to the mail room to check for any response from you. you can see in his eyes a shade of guilt swirling through them, comfortingly you run a hand over his chest. grounding him. “but regardless, surprise or not. i’m happy to be with you again and to see you win.” you gleam, now filled with pride, squeezing his bicep gently. don flushes at the thought of you watching him win, in such tight and little clothing as well. you tease him about how much fitter he’s gotten and how he must give you a personal lesson on rowing soon. cooing at his flushed cheeks with proud words of praise as he thinks of taking you on a boat ride before you leave, when you leave.
“how long are you staying?” his face falling a bit but you lighten up.
“well… if you read my letter you’d know i’m transferring here as of next semester.” you say proudly, biting at your lip as you await his reaction. you watch as he tilts his head, a breathless chuckle of disbelief leaving him. then suddenly he wraps his arms around you, twirling you in his grasp making you squeal in surprise. he puts you down before pressing his lips to yours before you can catch your breath, chaste and content but relayed feelings and emotions not expressed through words said.
“you’re not joking right?” praying this wasn’t just some sick joke you were playing to get a rouse out of him, you wouldn’t do that to him right? the moment you shake your head no as a massive smile graces your face, he swears he’s never been happier. nothing could damper his mood, not even the words you said next.
“i’m staying for 2 more weeks starting today before i leave back to cal. but we’ll only be apart for a few more months before the semester starts again.”
he was elated at the news, once again pulling you into a content embrace telling you a few months was nothing. it was only a few months, if he could get through a year he could get pass a few months.
well, he better make the most of the two weeks then.
the rest of the night plays in a high note as you and don join the rest of the group, them getting to know the lover don had been hiding from them. bobby and roger seemingly more interested in the stories you told of don before college, even the most embarrassing ones and eventually convincing him to play a song other than the washington fight song when the party had died down, instead playing the lighthearted tune of cheek to cheek ( the original version was released during the 1930s but feel free to reference the sinatra version :] ) with soft hums of singing along as he plays. he watches as his friends dance on the floor beneath him, ever so often looking at you— watching him from the height of the piano, eyes full of love with your chin resting in your hand. content as ever.
the other half of his heart came back to him and he couldn’t be happier.
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#the long awaited part two!!!!#im so happy with how this came out#i really hope you all enjoy this as much as i did#(´ー｀) the boys in the boat#the boys in the boat#don hume#the boys in the boat imagines#the boys in the boat fanfiction#don hume imagines#don hume x reader#don hume fanfiction#fanfiction#x reader#jack mulhern
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misc modern au, post-hookup chalex
“I mean,” Alex took a long drag from his cigarette. He could feel the heat of it on the delicate skin of his fingers, glowing embers in the dimly lit room. The acrid smoke coiled in his chest, frog in his throat as he spoke through the inhale, “it was okay,” and out, clouds blooming up from between his teeth.
“Okay!” Charles sounded appropriately offended, raising his head from where he’d had it pillowed on Alex’s chest, sweaty cheek smeared against hot skin, “what do you mean, okay?”
He affected Alex’s voice, tone swooping down to be exaggeratedly low and blasé.
His leg twitched where it was pressed against Alex’s, languid and naked stretched across the bed. Alex’s cock was still wet, spit drying sticky in the humid air. Charles was entirely unselfconscious about his body in the way that people who knew that they were beautiful always were.
He leaned over and plucked the cigarette out of Alex’s hand, taking a long performative drag for himself, eyelashes sweeping low and hollowing out his cheeks. He held it clumsily, loose between his index and middle finger, like he’d seen people smoking in the movies and nowhere else. He held on valiantly for a second before his cheeks bulged out, chest caving in rapid bursts. He bent over, delicate bones of his spine curving as he hacked and coughed onto Alex’s stomach.
Alex laughed, not unkindly, and like any good friend gave him a few hard slaps on the back.
“Come on, let it out Charlie.”
“That is so not nice,” Charles exclaimed, a look of almost comical disgust on his face; lip curled and brow furrowed inwards, aristocratic nose scrunched up between his eyes, “I don’t get it— why do you even like that?”
Alex shrugged, taking another quick inhale.
“Dunno. Just do.”
Charles made a derisive noise and flopped back down, readjusting himself until his face was pressed into the dip of Alex’s shoulder, turning his face inwards to prod his nose at his collarbone.
“I am better than okay,” he muttered, after a pause. Charles did that, jumping from topic to topic and back again, expecting — assuming — that he’d be followed.
Alex made a noise, tilting his head back and forth in a so-so motion.
“You’re—“ he paused, thinking hard about how to phrase it. He could feel himself tilting into being too-tired, pins and needles in his fingers and brain swimming through sludge, “well, you’re too pretty to be very good.”
It was true. Charles had the body and face of a model, easy grace that drew people to him like moths to a flame. He’d never had to work for anything as trivial as attention, not like lowly regular people.
“That’s not true!”
Alex could just see Charles’ downturned mouth from this angle, lips pouting out.
“Mm.”
“I mean it,” Charles glanced up at him, tilting his head back, “people have told me I am very good.”
“They were being nice, Charles,” Alex shrugged, “and I never said you were bad! You’re okay.”
“That is the same thing,” Charles argued, pinching just above Alex’s ribs.
“No,” Alex said, laughing, “it’s not. It’s not! I swear. You’re like, top 10 people I’ve fucked. Top 5.”
Charles huffed, lifting himself up to sandwich Alex down against the bed, bony elbows poking into his chest as he rested his chin on his hands.
Alex had always known he was attracted to Charles, in a vague, nebulous way. It wasn’t weird— Charles was a very attractive person. Alex had just never really thought he’d had a chance, between the endless shitty Grindr hookups that Charles complained about over brunch, and ill-advised flirtations with repressed coworkers.
Now it’d happened, and— it had been okay. Good. A 7/10, satisfied customer with room for improvement.
Alex couldn’t let on really how much he’d liked it. Heat curled low in his groin even now as he remembered Charles under him gasping into the sheets, the graceful curve of his back, head turned to the side and his wet mouth against the pillow, his eyes looking desperately up at Alex.
He coughed, shifting awkwardly underneath Charles’ weight.
Alex watched as Charles’ gaze dropped to his mouth, once, twice, lingering each time. He tilted his head up, slightly, leaning forward. The air was bitter and filled with the chemical tang of tobacco, humid haze and time moving in slow honeyed seconds.
They made out lazily, Charles licking into Alex’s bitter mouth, fingers drawing up the delicate bones of his wrists until he plucked his cigarette out of his hand, tapping it into the plate on the bedside table.
Alex stroked a hand down Charles’ side, smiling at Charles’ sharp inhale as he curved away. Ticklish, always had been.
“Round two—?” Charles muttered against his mouth, the scrape of his stubble against Alex’s chin as he pushed forward needily, “to change your mind.”
“Hmm,” Alex tried to feign disinterest. It held less weight when his hands were roaming over Charles’ body with a desperation to touch, squeezing at lean muscle, “sure. Special circumstances.”
#not rlly nsfw. theyre naked 😨#chalex#my fic#cl16#aa23#f1 rpf#im crawling out of this writing rut 800 words at a time LMFAO#give me attention etc etc
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“Imagination, life is your creation”
Say, what band was it that wrote that song again? Escapes me… Oh well, anyways,
Happy Barbie Movie Release Day!
It’s nice to feel excited about something again.
It’s not every day you see a toy product centered movie gaining this much positive attention, much less one that deals in the existential horror of being alive. Which is, actually, exactly what I expected out of it and am very happy to see.
Barbie’s probably one of if not the most recognizable and successful product Mattel has, and it’s been that way for decades. But why am I talking about that here? This is a things-full-of-liquid-with-heavy-emphasis-on-water-games blog!
Well, you’re not gonna believe it, but Mattel being a toy company that’s been around for this long, has actually dabbled a bit in our territory! And they actually made a good couple of water games themed around a certain blonde blue eyed doll and her best friends!
So! Without further ado, may I present to you……..
Polly Pocket Tiny Games!
What? Was that not where you thought that was going?
Believe it or not, there really aren’t many Barbie water games at all, just cheaply reskinned ring toss games with a Barbie backdrop…which is both baffling and disappointing considering Barbie has had COUNTLESS beach, pool, sea, and just general water themes. Polly Pocket though? Got 6. You may recognize these if you’re a veteran of this blog.
Being one of Mattel’s latest ventures in water games, my sources tell me that these were actually received incredibly poorly, averaging at a 2-3 star rating. While definitely cute and unique, reviews often mention that the games seem to be designed more for aesthetics than actual play, and that it’s very hard to get some of the play pieces to actually move. Not too surprising looking at those cramped tanks. Wasted potential for sure!
Ohhh but I can’t just end the post there can I? That’s such a bummer! Well, what if I told you this wasn’t the first time Mattel tried their hand at making water games? What if I told you that in 1989 Mattel was one of the few big toy companies that actually dared to challenge the reign of Tomy’s Waterfuls during the peak of its popularity? Oh it’s very true, and considering you’ve probably never heard of it, you can safely assume how that endeavor went. But it’s intriguing nonetheless!
Introducing….
[ photo credit- rww121212, lb-squared, whats-in, and gilbe-niema on eBay ]
Trouble Bubbles/Fun Bubbles
Documentation of these online is mostly limited to listings on buy-and-sell sites (As always. I can’t stress how vital these sites are to conserving lost/obscure media.) so there’s not a lot known about these, and not many pictures of them either. What I can gather is that Mattel made at least 6 of these as well, 3 Trouble Bubbles games and 3 Super Trouble Bubbles games. The main difference between the 2 being Super Trouble Bubbles having a small switch that allows you to redirect the jets of water, which is pretty cool and admittedly not something I’ve seen in other water games! Both also have a wind up timer to challenge yourself to complete the game in a short period.
I’ve yet to collect one of these myself, but they look pretty decent in terms of quality and stand out nicely. They never fully took off in terms of popularity but I think they’re pretty cool, especially as a piece of toy history! Not too shabby at all for Waterfuls competition, my hat’s off to them! Not bad Mattel, sad they haven’t recaptured the same inventiveness for their Polly games. But hey, honestly? Nowadays would be a GREAT time to bring back Trouble Bubbles if you ask me. Water games are coming back in style and Waterfuls has been slow in new major products for quite a while. Who knows? It may just be able to snag that crown sometime in the future…
Unlikely.
But hey, anything’s possible in this crazy age!
#aqua#aquacore#water toys#water games#toy aqua#aqua toys#water ring toss#water ring game#water ball game#water catch game#colored text
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Helloooo, I just found your account, saw that you like both Eddie Munson and 5sos, and i’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while, and since your requests are open i was wondering if you would maybe love the idea and write it?
Eddie Munson x f!reader inspired by “If you don’t know” by 5sos, happy ending? 🥹
If You Don't Know
A/N: i hope you enjoy! i had to (minorly) alter a few lyrics to fit the fic but other than that, i left it alone!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x ImpliedFem!Reader
Summary: song fic set to 'If You Don't Know' by 5 Seconds of Summer; angst to fluff
Warnings: angst, mentions of weed (but who's surprised)
Word Count: 1.6K
Minors DNI
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Eddie was the first and only boy you’d ever loved. You didn’t even think love was an adequate word for the way you felt about him, but it would do the job until you found the one that was.
You’d started dating in January, and over the summer, you’d become so accustomed to spending every waking moment by his side that you didn’t know what to do when school started.
As luck would have it, the two of you didn’t have a single class together, not even the same lunch period.
Outside of school, it was getting increasingly harder to find time for each other. Between your job and Eddie’s latest campaign, your schedules almost never aligned.
And you were well aware of it.
You talked to Eddie three times in the last week, all of which were short conversations, never about anything meaningful. The time apart was starting to put a strain on your relationship.
Soon, homework was piling up, work was becoming overwhelming, and you were hardly talking to Eddie at all. Sometimes, it felt like you weren’t even together.
You were stressed, overwhelmed, and just plain exhausted.
But then, Eddie called you one Friday night while he was supposed to be at D&D.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby. Campaign got canceled tonight and I know you don’t have work soooo… pizza and movie night?” He asked.
You thought about it. You were in possibly the worst mood you’d ever been in, but the thought of seeing Eddie for the first time in weeks was enough of a pickup for you to say, “fuck yeah. I’ll be there in 10.”
You didn’t bother changing, knowing that your pajama pants and one of Eddie’s t-shirts was exactly what he’d expect you to show up in.
You let yourself into the trailer, immediately seeking out the comfort of your boyfriend, only to find Chrissy Cunningham walking out of his room.
“Oh, hey!” She said, much too happily for your liking.
“Hi… Chrissy.” You said as she walked right past you, straight out the front door. If she hadn’t greeted you, you wouldn’t have been sure that she realized you were there.
You turned around, meeting your boyfriend's apprehensive face.
“Seriously, Eds? Chrissy Cunningham?”
He shook his head. “You and I both know it’s not like that.”
“Do we?” You challenged.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you haven’t seen your girlfriend in almost a month, and when you finally find time for her, she comes over to see another girl leaving your room.”
Eddie was frozen. Did you really believe that? That after being together for so long, you thought he’d do that to you?
“Baby…” he trailed off, not sure what he could say to make you believe him.
“Well?” You asked. “Do you have anything to say about that, or am I walking out of here assuming that you and Chrissy have something going on?”
Eddie’s mind was racing. If I could say the things I want to say, I’d find a way to make you stay, I’d never let you get away.
After nearly a minute of silence, you took a step away from him.
“Eddie, I want you to want me that way, I need you to need me to stay.”
When he still didn’t respond, you turned around, heading for the door.
“I guess it’s the latter, then.” You mumbled, opening the door and softly closing it behind you.
You weren’t angry at him - it wasn’t his fault. You didn’t actually think he had something going on with her, but the stress of the last few weeks was getting to you, and when he didn’t outright deny it, it hurt.
Eddie laid in bed that night, replaying your fight. He thought about all the things he loved about you.
The taste of your skin, the way you looked - you had those eyes - the way you made him feel. He could name every song that made you cry. And when you’d fight, you would scream at him, call him crazy, but no matter how mad you were at him for laughing at you, you’d always press a kiss to his waiting lips. Then his thought drifted to the shirt that constantly hung from your frame, the one you’d been wearing earlier.
Was it gone for good? Is there no tomorrow?
He thought about going after you - about showing up at your door at three in the morning to beg for your forgiveness - but ultimately decided not to.
No, he needed time to plan what he was going to say. He wasn’t always the best at expressing the way he felt, especially when it came to you.
That’s why, the second he woke up the next day, he dialed your number.
“Hello?” You mumbled your greeting, obviously having just woken up.
“Hi, baby.” Eddie said quietly.
“Oh. Hey, Eddie.”
No ‘Eds’? God, he really messed up.
“I just wanted to call you and try to explain what happened last night. With Chrissy and everything…”
You sighed. “Okay.”
“Listen, sweetheart, I need you to understand that nothing is going on between us.”
“Then why was she in your bedroom?” You asked, not accusatory, just genuinely curious.
“She wanted to see my record collection, but that’s beside the point.”
“Besides the point?” You asked, starting to get a little angry. “Eddie, you used that exact pickup line on me!”
Shit.
“Well, yes, I did, but-”
“No buts, Eddie!” You said.
Eddie closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to come back from this.
“Listen to me, Chrissy wasn’t there to see my record collection, she was there because she wanted to buy some weed.”
You were silent.
“You expect me to believe that?” You asked.
“What? Why would I lie about that?” Eddie countered.
“You want me to believe that Miss Perfect herself went to your trailer to ‘buy some weed’? Honestly, Eddie, how stupid do you think I am?”
“I’m serious! Why else would she be there?” Eddie was now getting frustrated. Why didn’t you believe him?
“Because she’s Chrissy Cunningham! I’ve seen the way you look at her, Eddie, the same way everyone looks at her. Like she’s the prettiest fucking girl on the planet.”
“Okay, maybe I used to, but you're out of your mind if you think I still do when I have you. Do you think I was gonna, what, put the moves on her?”
“I don’t know why you’d even bother.”
It was Eddie’s turn to be silent.
“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly.
You were silent.
“No, you know what? Go ahead. Rip my heart out. If you think that’s what love’s all about…”
“No, Eddie-” You started.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
And with that, Eddie placed the phone back on the receiver.
Your hand dropped to your side, still holding your phone, as you moved to rest your forehead on the wall.
Fuck.
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It had been a week since your fight with Eddie, and it was killing you. You’d never in your life thought those words, so you stunned even yourself when you said them.
Eddie had his campaign Friday night, so first thing Saturday morning, you were pulling up to Eddie’s trailer.
You thought about knocking, but before you could lift your hand, the door swung open.
Eddie stood on the other side, clad in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants as he looked at you. After a few moments of observing each other, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside.
“I’m sorry.” You said. “There’s nothing in the universe that could make me believe what I said and I’ve been beating myself up over it for the last week. Eds, I never should have said that, and I am so, so sorry that I did.”
Eddie just looked at you, in complete disbelief that you thought you were in the wrong here.
“Come on.” He said, leading you down the hallway into his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind the two of you.
You took a seat on his bed, watching as he began to anxiously pace around the room.
“I need to explain what happened, because I never should’ve had another girl in my room without letting you know what was happening beforehand. I just…” he trailed off. Why was it so hard to just tell you how he felt? “God, I don’t know if I can do this.” He mumbled.
You were shocked. Just like that, he couldn’t do this?
“Eddie.” You said, getting his attention. “If you don’t know, then just let me go. I know I fucked up, but if this is too much for you right now, I can go.” You finished, standing up to leave.
“NO!” He yelled, shocking both of you. “Um, sorry. No. No, that’s not what I was saying. God, why am I so bad at this?”
Your quiet giggle was enough to bring him to his senses, and suddenly, he knew exactly what he needed to say.
He took a deep breath.
“Sweetheart, you are the love of my life. There’s never been another girl who can make me feel the way you do. I know what it looked like was happening when Chrissy was here, and I’m sorry that I didn’t explain it very well the first time. Believe it or not, Miss Perfect is a pothead. But! I told her I couldn’t deal to her anymore and I hooked her up with one of my buddies, and I don’t think she even acknowledged that.”
You nodded along.
“I love you more than anything in this world. More than Metallica, more than my chains, hell, more than weed! Okay? It’s only you. It’s only ever been… you.” He finished.
You grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths moved in sync, saying all the things that could never be put into words.
When you pulled back, Eddie’s face was flushed and his lips were slightly swollen.
He was a sight.
“I love you, too, Eds. Please don’t forget that.”
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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfic
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honestly so bullshit that we got Tarble tossed at us as a concept, reminded of his existence in the Battle of Gods movie and Super Broly, and then never another thing about him. Like, on the one hand, there isn’t enough of his actual character for me to be attached to him for that reason. All we really get is that he’s a lot more polite than Vegeta, willing to ask for help, was able to maintain a romantic relationship, and that he either wasn’t that strong of a fighter, or possibly didn’t want to fight? (I’ve seen different translations and I still can’t tell which of those two things it is, and there’s a huge difference between those two concepts.) I know that’s enough for some people but I’m relatively slow to form attachments to characters and I need more than a half hour special sadly. However, the idea of him has a lot of interesting potential for me.
Like, clearly he knows who his parent(s?) is/are and that Vegeta is his older brother. He was given at least that much information, so I assume he didn’t get tossed away at birth? But I guess it’s possible that he got given this information later. It could have come from the space pod’s computer or the people on the planet he was sent to (which I am pretty sure is called Tech Tech?). But I'm assuming that he was at least old enough to sort of understand what happened/who the people around him were, which would actually make him pretty close to Vegeta's age. Did they actually get to interact at all? Or do they just know of each other's existence?
Tangent, I do also think that whoever was writing the special either forgot or didn’t know that Vegeta was supposed to be like, at most 7 when his dad died so even if Tarble was born on the same eventful day that Planet Vegeta exploded, they’d only be 7 years apart at most. Genuinely, why do they draw Tarble like a child, this man should be like 35 years old, he’s Goku’s age at minimum.
Anyway, did Tarble like, know that he was sent away for not being strong enough? How does he feel about that? Like, is that a good thing to him because he ended up in a much better place than he would have been (dead or with Freeza)? How much does he know about saiyans? How much do the people on Tech Tech know about saiyans and the history involved?
Speaking of people on Tech Tech, Tarble grew up on a planet where he is blatantly not the same as anyone else around him. Goku at least was not easily distinguished from humans and so everyone just kind of assumed he was a weird human but there’s no way that happened for Tarble. What was that like? Especially if they did have any knowledge of what saiyans are supposed to be like. There's so many things that might be interesting to explore but we don't get to see any of them.
Also, the amount we see of Tarble's personality basically entirely disproves any "saiyans are inherently evil/bloodthirsty" claims.
#tarble#i am going to go find dballzpostings tarble comic to reblog again actually because it evokes emotions in me#this is part 1 I decided to leave the Implications For Vegeta to its own post because Tarble only exists in so much as he is#usually just trivia that Vegeta has a brother which is half my problem so I'm focusing on him as a character here and then I get my self in#the other half of my problem is that they didn't even actually have him interact with Vegeta lol
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But baby this is none of my business
Summary: Arisu brings a date to a party who looks and acts a lot like his ex so karube and chishiya decides to help y/n make Arisu jealous
Warnings: alcohol, grinding, and mentions of sex, KARUBE BEING FUCKING HOT jealous Arisu
A/n I mainly made this because I listened to one song and was like WHAT IF then boom this was born anyways making another chishiya fox so be on the lookout for that I hope y’all like this <3
“KARABE , CHOTA HOWS MY FAVORITE PUSSY AND BITCH” you yelled at them slinging your arm over chota’s shoulder. “Why am I always the bitch?” Karube asked looking down at you holding a drink in his hand. Taking the drink from him you simply reply, “you argued with some guy because he and I quote ‘wasn’t walking fast enough’” taking a sip as you watch the blonde man stutter over his words as he tried defending his actions.
“And that’s why you’re bitch” you said , looking at chota giving karube his drink back. “You’re pussy because I watched you cry over dory” you stated looking at him dead in the eyes. “IT WAS A HEART BREAKING MOVIE” he quickly defended , laughing you caught sight of the drinks. “I’ll be right back sexy gonna get me a drink!” Yelling back you made your way to the drinks.
Seeing a male with lighter blonde hair hanging around in the corner with a cup in hand. “shiya~ hey” you greeted pouring yourself a drink making your way to him. “Y/n.” He simply said back, looking at you up and down. “Interesting outfit” you assumed it was a compliment though I with him it was hard to tell. “You’re looking pretty hot yourself” you winked at him while you giggled at him. He was still sporting that same white hoodie. You’ve never seen him without it, it was like his signature look now.
“Shiya why are you here anyway? You hate parties” you asked moving closer to him so your shoulder were touching. “Kuina begged me to come since ‘y/n’s gonna be there and it’s been a while’” he said faking a higher graspy voice when he quoted his friend.
“Aww so you came for meee” you teased leaning more Into him. “Yeah sure whatever you wanna believe” he said glancing at you before smirking as he took another sip. “Sinceee you’re here for me come on let’s go back to karube and chota” you suggested not giving him enough time to decide. Quickly grabbing his hand and leading the way to where your friends were. “I never agreed to this” he complained but he still went. Seeing your friends you wave your hand at them. To which they respond waving back, you notice someone turning back as well. Curious to see who they were waving at, you noticed who it was but that didn’t stop you from waving at him as well.
“Hello again , hot stuff’s” you flirted with the pair of boys. “Wow cheating on me with two other men? How could you y/n I thought we had something special” joked chishiya his hand still in yours. “While holding his hand too , damn that’s gotta hurt” karube continued the joke. You noticed a girl on arisu’s side. “Oh who’s this pretty girl?” You asked curiosity getting the better of you.
She looked like you, she even dressed the same as you. “Oh I’m Hana but you can call me yours” she joked, shaking hands with you. “You must be y/n I’ve heard so much about you from Arisu” oh she’s the new girlfriend. You felt chishiya squeeze your hand you look over to him and notice him biting his lip attempting to conceal his laughter. “All good things I hope” you stated your eyes narrowed as you were currently amused at the situation. “Mmm it’s a pleasure meeting you Hana” you said as your voice suddenly took a cool tone.
Your eyes flickered to Arisu who was avoiding your stare. “Arisu you never told me you’re girlfriend was gorgeous” you teased letting go of chishiya’s hand to cross your arms as if you were a disappointment mother. “You never asked heh” he attempted to joke while his voice faltered. “Yeah you never told me your ex was a literal smoke show!” Hana punched his shoulder pouting as he chuckled nervously. Hana walked away wanting to greet more people, she was such a social butterfly.
You took this chance to speak to Arisu. “Sooo looks like you’ve got a type” you teased, your friends laughing behind you. Arisu threw a glare their way. His hands getting sweaty. “I’m-“ he started before you interrupted him, “look man it’s none of my business what you’re into” turning around to face his friends. You hear one of your favorite songs playing. You quickly drag the three to the floor.
“DANCE WITH ME ASSHOLES” you yelled as others began flooding the dance floor. Moving your body to the rhythm you see chota dancing with his hands in the air like some dad at a kids party. You giggle at the scene. you feel hands on your waist, caressing your sides before they Make their way to your hips as they begin syncing to your rhythm. You look behind you and noticed karube. He winked at you before leaning in to your ear
“can’t let a hottie dance on their own can I?” He said in more huskier tone. You laughed as you continued to dance assuming he was joking. But when you felt his head on your shoulder you quickly realized he was serious. Red dusked your cheeks. His hands felt cold on your warm skin. But it still managed to make you feel hotter the before maybe it was alcohol. You caught a glimpse of a black hair mess. His face held a look of jealousy. His hands held onto his cup squeezing it as tight as he could without spilling it. He never looked like this when you two were dating. The way he was glaring as if he was angry that karube would even have attempted this. He noticed your gaze and looked away instead looking at his date.
“He isn’t really dating her ,you know?” He said as his grip on your hips getting slightly tighter. You moved your hands to his face making him look at you. “Oh? I guessed I did assume he was” you admitted, feeling flustered for making such an unreasonable assumption. “he brought her to make you jealous..told him it was fucking stupid” he stated bringing your hips closer to his. Effectively grinding you on him slowly. “Didn’t work at alll” you said , grabbing onto karube’s hair. Tugging on it softly in a teasing matter. He grunted at the sensation. “Don’t do that, hot stuff” his hissed out you laughed in an attempt to hide your red face. you tried paying attention to the music. But with karube grinding Into you and the alcohol in your system it made your brain fuzzy. “I’m gonna go get water I’ll be right back babe” you joked before walking away.
Walking into to kitchen you look for water. “I saw you were cheating on me again twice in a day you break my heart y/n” you heard a cool voice say. You looked to see chishiya leaning on the wall drinking some water. Walking over to him he holds the water out to you. “Here” he says before you take it. Drinking it you feel the heat you were feeling before cool down. “Who knew karube could dance damn” you threw out there. Fanning your face down to cool down some more. “Bet I could dance better” the white haired male retorts with a cocky grin on his face. “Mm don’t believe it. you don’t like you ever danced a day in your life” you teased handing him is cup back. He simply puts it down.
“Mm well if you think then I have to prove you wrong right?” He states moving you closer to you. Dark eyes looking into yours. Before anything could happen “chishiya get out please I need to talk to y/n” you looked at the door only to see Arisu there. With a look of pure anger on his face. Chishiya looked at him then glanced at you.
“I’ll prove you wrong later then” he states in his calm voice before he takes his leave. “What the fuck was that?” Arisu spits out looking at you dead in the eyes. He was seething at the seems. “You look really hot like this ya know” you tease the alcohol still effecting you. “I-“ you Leaned further back, making you seem in control of the situation “wish you were like this when we together but oh well” uncrossing your legs you look up at the ceiling. Faking boredom, which Arisu did not take well.
“I.. no why did you fucking dance with karube? Was it to make me jealous? Cause it fucking worked” he said suddenly remembering what he came to say. Walking closer to you. Placing his hands on either side of your thighs. They were so close on move and he would have touched them. It almost made you lose your mind…almost. “One, I danced with karube because I wanted to. Two, you brought Hana to do the same to me except it didn’t work” you said looking down at him from the little hight the counter gave you. “Cant make me jealous when she’s literally a fucking carbon copy of the best fuck you ever had” you countered back. Not taking this serious at all but you couldn’t help but find the whole situation kinda of attractive.
“Fuck you” he simply said lowering his voice staring at you lips. Looks like the tension was getting to him too. “You Wish” you joked leaning closer to him, you move to his ear. “But you have a date and I’m not gonna hurt that girls feelings just because” you said before pushing him away and jumping off before walking away.
#alice in boderland x reader#karube daikichi#karube x reader#chishiya x y/n#Arisu x ex reader#y/n x multiple ppl#y/n is just hot
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ALWAYS YOURS | steve harrington
+ steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve is looking at you, he always is, but you never notice, until he tells you exactly how he feels
word count: 0.9k
warnings: none! this is literally the cutest and most romantic thing i've ever written
a/n: the gif is not mine! i found it on pinterest, so credits to the owner | masterlist here.
"HEY STEVE come on, let's see The Goonies again please?"
“I don't know why you're being so cute. You never talk to me like that.” he laughs.
“Well, maybe it's because I want to convince you.” You speak as you push towards him on your bed.
“You know i do everything for you without needing more than once.”
You're blushing madly and you're doing your best to hide the rosy red in your cheeks. “Liar! I once had to ask you 7 times to lend me your car.” You say when you finally lie down in your warm, cozy bed.
“My car doesn't get into this discussion.” He argues as he closely watches your every step. The way you gently turn the television on and the way your lips curve into a small smile as The Goonies starts to play.
Maybe that's why Steve loves to do everything for you. Because he loves to see you smile. Your smile is the daily dose of serotonin he needs to live.
You are close to each other, maybe too close for two best friends, you can feel his hot breath against your exposed neck.
“You are so pretty.” He says more to himself than to you.
"And you're not paying attention to my favorite movie." You answer back.
"You really don't notice, do you?"
“Notice what exactly?”
“The way i never take my eyes off you.”
You are definitely breathing too hard. That's not Steve Harrington, your best friend. This is Steve Harrington crazy as fuck. Steve would never look at you that way, only you look at him that way.
"I hate it when you do that." He says.
“Do what?”
"Pretend you didn't hear me to avoid the question."
"I didn't avoid the-"
“Stop doing this shit, Y/N. I know you like the back of my hand, well, maybe more.”
“Steve, look, you are crazy and i-“
"Let's do it like this, I talk and you just listen, ok?" You just nod before he takes a deep breath and starts,“I'm lost without you. I'm a soulless person, like a lonely bird flying nowhere. I am who i am now because of you. You are all the reason, all the hope and all the dreams i’ve ever had in my life, and whatever happens after what im talking about, every day we're together is the best day of my life. I will always be yours. And you will always be mine.
One thing Steve is sure of. No guy can ever love you like he loves you. He won't be able to adore you in the same way, he won't be able to perceive all your tiny movements, the little quirks of your face. It's as if he's only been allowed to see the true color of your eyes. No man can ever see what he has seen. He won't know how to appreciate your sweet whims. He won't love your tiny hand, your infectious laugh and your killer smile. He can even see that lighter strand of your hair, it's true, but never love it. Not in the same way Steve does.
"She is beautiful. Familiar and comfortable.” Steve thinks when he sees the way you're looking at him after the confession. Your eyes are saying what you're not being able to say. Then he lowers his head, and you're facing each other and Steve gently brushes your lips with his. It's a kiss of love. Of history. From getting to know someone so thoroughly that he assume he knows how your lips taste like before he even touch them. But he didn't know. He had no idea. A soft moan travels from your throat to Steve's lips still pressed against your. This ignites a lust inside Steve that he's never felt before. Desperate for more, he runs his tongue over your mouth and you opens up to him. You moan when he tastes your tongue and hearing your voice reminds him that he is kissing his best friend.
He distances himself a little. Foreheads still touching. He looks at you looking for an answer. Hesitating at what he just have done, then you speak.
“I love you, Steve Harrington.”
And shit. His heart never beat as hard as it does now. His lips are back on yours. The long kiss he places on your slightly swollen mouth. Soon after he begins to sprinkle your face with several tender kisses. One in the corner of your mouth, one on your cheek, jaw and down to your neck. A hard laugh escapes your lips as the kisses become wetter and conspicuous. He turns his face back to yours, pausing for a few minutes to look at you and memorize every detail of your face – even though he already knows them all. –
"I can definitely get used to it." Steve says with the biggest smile you've ever seen leave his lips.
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A3! Event Story Translation “Moon Traveler” - Chapter 6
Citron asks Chikage about his roots this time around.
Citron
I am quite hungry from all this rehearsing.
Izumi
Omi-kun said he’s gonna make pasta for dinner tonight. There’s also Napolitan and some spicy arrabbiata.
Sakuya
Really!
Chikage
I’m looking forward to it.
Tsuzuru
I’m glad Fushimi-san cooks for us during rehearsals to cheer us on.
Izumi
It was kata yakisoba last time.
Guy
Nice work.
Izumi
Huh? Guy-san?
Guy
Daily delivery from Zahra.
Citron
Ohh, how early!
Sakuya
Woah, what a big box!
Guy
There’s another box, I’ll go get it.
Citron
It will be heavy. Chikage and I will go and take care of it.
Guy will hand out the contents of the box.
Guy
Understood.
Izumi
Oh, this is the candy I had before, it’s pretty tasty.
Sakuya
What about this one?
Guy
A health product. It can help massage your back.
Tsuzuru
T-this is great!
Chikage
So it's heavy. What’s in it?
Citron
A special gift for Chikage.
Chikage
?
Chikage
This box is just the same size as the other one.
Citron
I will hold it! Be careful not to feign your back!
Chikage
Sprain.
Chikage
Yeah, it’s pretty heavy… Are these books? I hope it’s spice.
Citron
It is a surprise!
Chikage
Books or spices… Maybe both.
Citron
How amazing Chikage.
Chikage
Maybe it’s the spice I’ve been wondering about.
Citron
Mix it with honey for throat care.
Chikage
That’s perfect for when I’m rehearsing. I’ll give it a try later.
This book is…
Citron
It is the novel adaptation of the movie that the play is based on.
Chikage
The Zahran version is pretty rare. I’ve never seen it before.
Citron
I had quite the difficult time finding it since it is an old book, but it is a gift to commemorate your lead role.
Chikage
Thanks. I hope my linguistic skills are good enough for me to read it.
Citron
《 ... The current Chikage shouldn’t have a problem with that.》
《Even when we first met, everyday conversation went swimmingly, but now you’re as close as one can get to a native speaker.》
Chikage
《What an honor to get the minister’s approval.》
Citron
《... Chikage, how and why do you speak so many languages?》
Chikage
《Will that be your question?》
Citron
《That’s right.》
《I’ve studied languages of many countries for diplomacy purposes since I was a child, but it’s difficult to master them completely.》
《Even if it’s a language used in other countries, it’s still a minor language that’s only widely used in the country of Zahra.》
《I assume you’re familiar with other languages as well?》
《If you don’t mind to tell me, I’d like to know if this ability of yours is a natural talent or it comes from your roots.》
Chikage
《...》
《You can say my upbringing was a big part of it.》
《My hometown was filled with people from all over the world.》
《We had a common language, but we all had different roots, and we all cherished those roots.》
《People with the same roots would speak their native tongue, so I naturally got used to hearing it, and they’d happily obliged if I asked them to teach me.》
《Of course it’s still difficult to master, but I think that’s the reason why I’m better at it compared to most people.》
Citron
《Wow, compared to all those languages, which ones did you find most interesting?》
Chikage
《Each country is interesting in its own way, but right now, the first thing I’m thinking of are the Nordic languages.》
《There are many words pronounced similarly to how you’d say it in Japanese, but they have completely different meanings.》
《As an example, “Kani” there means “Rabbit”*》
Citron
《”Kani” is rabbit? That’s interesting!》
《Then, how do you say “Dream” in that language?》
Chikage
《”Dream”, that is…》
Citron
Thank you for answering my questions!
Chikage
I don’t think there’d be many situations to use what I told you.
Citron
——Chikage.
Chikage
?
Citron
《It was nice to know about your roots today. Let’s both cherish our roots and look after one another even when we’re far from our homeland.》
Chikage.
——.
Citron
Goodnight to you.
Chikage
… Night.
Izumi
Good morning.
Chikage
Morning. Is that turmeric?
Izumi
I was just preparing today’s supper.
Chikage
You could use some of the spices I got from Citron the other day.
Izumi
I’d love to!
In our recent rehearsals, your performance as Roberto has been improving bit by bit. I’d say he’s gone more soft, or rather, more honest.
Fufu, must be the effect of Spring troupe’s Q&A.
Chikage
I guess so.
However, I think it’s better to be like “I got no idea what this guy is thinking” when it comes to that role.
Izumi
You got a point there…
The way that Roberto tries his best to understand those around him to work together to make the project a success,
I think it’ll be relatable for the audience.
Chikage
I see.
Izumi
That’s why, please continue with your “role-playing” as you are.
Chikage
Role-playing, right.
Izumi
Speaking of, have you decided on a name for the aliens?
Chikage
I’ve been thinking a lot about it, I just can’t seem to make my mind. I was thinking it’s time to ask everyone’s opinion on it.
Izumi
Fufu, it’s rare to see you so indecisive like this. I’m looking forward to what you come up with.
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"Kani" in Japanese means crab, but the language Chikage is referencing is Finnish, where "Kani" means rabbit.
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#a3! translation#a3 translation#a3 event story translation#a3! event story translation#moon traveler#chikage utsuki#citron#sakuya sakuma#tsuzuru minagi#guy#gai nishiki
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i care about this too much
hangman and roosters relationship follows, BEAT. FOR. BEAT. the ‘ex’s getting back together’ plotline i’ve seen in 100 other films about straight relationships.
the first scene, where hangman swaggers up to rooster, stands like five inches from his face, smirking the whole time while they insult eachother. they’re glancing at eachothers mouths, everyone around them is watching them like this interaction is nothing new.
rooster telling him he looks good as hangman plays pool veeery slowly and somehow antagonisingly. you can feel how much hes showing off. hangman leaves and pheonix goes up to rooster and says ‘he hasn’t changed’ and rooster is STILL just STARING in his direction and says ‘no he hasn’t (or something like that lol)
then their always making eye contact in the meetings, bantering while their flying then
omg THEN
roosters about to get into the plane and maybe never come home, and this SHOT i swear. it’s like, romantically coded cinematography but a canonically platonic relationship?? and it drives me CRAZY. the camera follows rooster as he walks, and hangman enters the shot and their still for a second.
they don’t. know what. to say. this could be a goodbye for all they know. the warm lighting, the eye contact, the tension, all of it.
then finally hangman SAVES HIS LIFE and they say the ‘you look good’ ‘i am good’ lines again. HE LITERALLY IS THE REASON that rooster is still ALIVE. rooster comes home safe, he gets off the plane, hugs EVERYONE ELSE except of the main character and RIGHT here
right here is where after 20 years of watching movies my brain has been trained to expect the love interest to appear and for the romantic subplot to resolve. (idk why how to train your dragon is all i can think of rn but do you remember at the end!?! its the SAME SCENE. hiccup is greeted by a crowd of secondary characters, he talks to them for a second, then the music changes, the crowd parts, and astrid comes up and they have their little ‘thats for everything else’ moment, anyway)
here is structurally where in every other movie the next person to talk to rooster would kiss him. and what do you know hangman arrives, everyone steps back, there’s this importance you can feel. the music changes, so does the tone. this isn't just another character, this interaction means something. god and the way they’re smiling at eachother it gets me everytime. but of course, like he considered going for the kiss but decided against it, hangman offers his hand for a handshake.
ALL of these scenes. ALL these interactions would have read as romantic if one of them, was a women. its crazy to me. they use the same cinematography, the same type of dialogue, the same direction that you would expect to be used for a romantic subplot, but use it for a platonic subplot.
a man and a women could interact once with the slightest amount of tension and people would without a second thought assume they’re love interests. these two were out here saving eachothers lives, having the most flirtatious interactions ive seen in ages, but no, they’re just really close friends.
EDIT/ADDITION: I’ve seen so many people say that rooster and pheonix were ‘clearly fucking’ or ‘clearly had history’ and you know what?? i totally see it!! so valid. plenty of tension. but if you think they had chemistry but rooster and hangman didn’t, the only difference between the two is that they’re the same gender. they had the same amount if. not. more chemistry/tension than either of them did with pheonix
oh also, another example of romantically coded techniques/tropes being used in apparently non-romantic plotlines is the tv show suits. its not every episode but mike and harvey have a bunch of scenes that would read as HEAVILY romantic if either of them was a girl (eg. harvey running in slow motion to stop mike from putting himself in danger was very ‘running through the airport’, but oohhh no they were ‘brothers’ )
#i never thought i'd care so much about two random fighter pilots but here we are#hangman x rooster#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangster#top gun maverick
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Spy x fam 76 spoilers!
There was so much incredible about this arc, and I want to talk about more of it, but I want to start with Nightfall
I’ll say it again I wasn’t a huge nightfall fan before this arc. I lowkey thought it’d be cute for her to develop a bit of a crush on Yor in a comedic way but besides that didn’t think too much of her
This freaking arc tho??? Oh my g-d???
1) this is just a general statement about the series as a whole but sxf truely is like. Both a love story and a spy thriller. You can’t take away the themes about love (both romantic and platonic) and family without completely compromising the story. It’s just one of the best stories I’ve ever seen with the way the creator weaves in drama and action and the SYMBOLISM. The PARALLELS. Im losing my fucking mind so-
1.1) listen. Listen. I know it sounds like I’m saying nonsense but I cannot express how IMPRESSIVE the story telling here is. Doing this so well is HARD. There’s a reason so many action movies have garbage tacked on romance plots. It takes a lot of different skills to make a good action drama vs a romantic or emotional drama. And this series just does such a good job at having an engaging world, stakes that feel genuinely scary and grounded, and characters that manage to both work as narrative tools while still feeling like real actual multidimensional people.
And that ability to have such incredibly multidimensional characters that still push the narrative is what brings me to Nightfall
2) this was the first time (at least in my opinion) nightfall became more of her own person and not just a token romantic rival to progress Loid and Yors romance. She’s starting to feel more like a real person.
One of the things about her that absolutely jumps out to me is her similarities to Yor. Her willingness to self sacrifice for the people she loves, her sheer power, and most importantly the way she views love
Yor and Fiona both view love as a strength. At the moment Twilight views it as a weakness. He also assumes that’s how the others around him view his attachments, as a form of weakness. Including Nightfall, he assumes she’s going to think him weak and she’s too flustered to correct him
I think there’s two possibilities with what will happen with Nightfall and Twilight.
A) Nightfall is going to help Twilight realize it’s okay to be in love with Yor and to love Anya (because I do think he will begin to view her as a weakness as well). It’s probably going to break her heart but we can already see how much she’s willing to sacrifice for him
(In an ideal world she’d go through a lot of character development, fall in love with Yor as well and then they’d be a throuple, but I am realistic enough to understand that’ll probably never happen and go write my own fic or smthn lol)
B) nightfall becomes a representation of the parts of himself that Loid will eventually sacrifice/turn away from in favor of his family. This is honestly what I was expecting to happen before this arc, especially cus it would be easy to do a mirroring thing with Yor and Yuri. (For the record I don’t think it would be a thing of like fully rejecting their old lives for either Loid or Yor but I also can only predict so much lol).
3) I really really hope nightfall continues to evolve. Yuri as well. As much as it is important to have rival or threat characters like them in this type of stories I feel like their characters have so much potential. But at the same time that’s one of the huge struggles with writing! It’s incredibly difficult to balance the narrative role of a character while still making them feel real. I think they’ve done and incredible job so far and I am curious where they’re going to go with it
#spy x family 86#spy x family manga#dinner has arrived and I’ve been rambling for an hour I gotta GO
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The story you told, though it was the short version, sounds like such fun! Yes, you can see what I mean about theater blunders then. They’re quite hilarious, but I hope that sign didn’t hit you too hard! I hope you know your personality is quite wonderful too, my dear. You never fail to make me smile! And of course, you are not mean and intimidating to me. I will say though, I am a bit glad that people may assume that, as that means there’s more of you for me to cherish and keep to myself! >_<
I’m going to answer the questions, and then I think I’ll take a quick shower before I go get dressed for the show tonight!
What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
It’s hard to say for me too, as I’m a bit insecure, but I suppose my sense of fashion and my general passion in whatever I do! >_<
What’s something that a lot of people assume about you that’s true? What about something that’s false? A lot of people think I’m a bit scatterbrained and forgetful, which is true--things tend to slip my mind and I often forget about due dates and such! However, they also assume I’m a bit stupid because of the way I portray myself, but I’m actually pretty smart! I don’t want to brag, but I am in higher placement levels than some people expect, and I’ve always had a passion for learning, so it makes sense.
What was the most life-changing event in your life so far?
If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
What can always make you feel better after a bad day?
I suppose that is true! The more people are scared , the further they’ll go and the more time I get to have with you! I wish others would stay away from you.
1) My nose life-changing event would be a few years ago when I re-met this one guy. It’s a long story but he completely ruined but also changed my life. Nothing in my life would be the same if I had never met him again.
2) Discrimination, probably. It affects everything and everyone in some way. I’m quite a lot of minorities so I’ve seen quite a bit and nothing makes me madder than people who think they have the right to do horrible things because they were born a certain way.
3) Talking to my darling tends to help me feel better! A nice cup of tea, cake, and watching one of my comfort movies tends to help as well.
I await your answers after your shower or your show! I hope you have fun, darling!
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sumaya reviews kuch kuch hota hai
for sunny @amarakaran
rating: 9.75/10
2/2 set + costume design + makeup
2/2 general production (visual and sound)
2/2 acting/casting/chemistry
2.75/3 writing (including plot and character)
1/1 does it hit?
overall thoughts:
this movie made me who i am. absolutely no joke but it’s a solid 10% of my personality. my perspective and philosophy of love was directly influenced by it. like yeah!! pyaar dosti hai!!! so i don’t know if i would have the same reaction if i watched it for the first time now but it definitely is very well crafted and there is a reason for the hype it gets as a bollywood classic
the narrative build up is insane. you cannot take a step away from it, it’s a 3 hour rollercoaster of emotions that is never boring
all the songs are bangers and the score is amazing, and it really enhances the story
the costumes are great and still they hold up!! each character has their own style and it’s very well thought out, and i cant even lie, a huge part of my personal style is built off of the tina-anjali-rahul gender expression spectrum
my only real problems with it are, salmonella khans existence, and some of the weird dialogue with little anjali?? especially between her and aman, it just makes me uncomfortable
there’s the whole thing where people assume that rahul only falls for anjali when she starts presenting feminine but like it’s clear to me that he likes her the whole time, he just comes to terms with it way later and by that time she’s grown into someone vastly different than her college self? i understand weariness surrounding the idea of “you’ll grow into your femininity and stop wanting to look like a boy” because that’s a real comment that lot of desi gnc people have to deal with constantly, but i’ve always read it as anjali is both versions of herself and that neither is more true than the other. she’s made peace with her gender expression and it can fluctuate in the future but she’s still herself regardless. she likes what she likes and is who she is. kkhh is a product of its time and while i don’t know the intentions behind the creators choices, i choose to read it as an exploration of gender expression because that’s what i take away from it.
would i watch again: i’ve seen it a thousand times and i will watch it a thousand more times
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15 questions for 15 mutuals
I was tagged by @its-adrienpastel @pleaseputnamehere @agnelid and @neillesimstories thank you all for the tag!
1. Are you named after anyone?
Not that I am aware of. It’s actually uncommon (or even disrespectful, if named after an elderly family member) in our culture to name children after other people so I would be surprised if I was named after anyone.
2. When was the last time you cried?
This is a very good question, I don’t actually know. When you get to your mid-20s I guess you can get fairly easily-triggered emotionally, whether it be a distant but sweet memory that reminds you of good times that will never come back, or a dire realisation of things you will almost never achieve, or even a simple scene from a TV show with that right cue of music (Season 2 last episode of The Marvelous Mrs Maisel when the camera cut to Susie carefully admiring her new blazer whilst Lenny’s “All Alone” moody violin interlude playing in the background being an example) that can send me into a tearful mood.
3. Do you have kids?
No, but I am definitely not against the idea of having kids, unlike what most of my acquaintances would assume of me. Deep down I am a family-person, but in my home country it is still currently illegal for a gay man such as I to adopt kids that is not biologically related to me (I’ll take the dumbest piece of legislation for $500, Alex).
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I am not good with sarcasm at all, let it be online or in person. To be fair, I don’t think I have used sarcasm if at all in real life, but I don’t find it difficult to detect a sarcastic remark at all. Guess when you’re surrounded by enough witty (but kind nevertheless) people you don’t feel the need to contribute any more sarcasm. (This is not sarcasm, if you’re wondering)
5. What sports do you play/have you played?
Not a very sporty person myself. I used to play table tennis with my dad when I was a kid, and then almost 2 decades later at my uni’s student centre. It was so much harder when I was kiddo and I don’t know why. Probably because I hadn’t learned physics yet.
Nowadays I barely do any sports (unless you count jogging), but I’d like to play tennis if my legs aren’t so sore after a day’s shift. Oh, and if I have someone to play with me. I’ll then buy a racquet.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?
The way their facial feature move to produce a warm, heartfelt smile. Also, their fascinating shades of eye colours.
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
Movies with unexpected endings, preferably unhappy ones. I guess I’m just fed up with conventional, commercialised happy endings to the point where I just wish things could be a bit more down-to-earth and realistic. I prefer fictions that I could relate to on a personal level, and that’s probably why I’ve not seen any good movies/TV shows for a while. That being said, I adore Netflix’s mini-series Maid.
8. Any special talents?
Imitating accents, (and according to my acquaintances and relatives) melodious, multitasking, memorising useless things like what happened years ago on a special occasion, listening to the same song/music on loop and not getting sick of them for 1 year.
9. Where were you born?
Taiwan, a beautiful subtropical island polluted by fugly buildings.
10. What are your hobbies?
Playing the guitar, modding Skyrim/Fallout 4 to my own liking, learning languages, baking. Oh, and browsing memes.
11. Do you have any pets?
I would love to adopt a dog from the local shelter if I’m not moving so frequently between countries. I’ve never really had a pet before, and I’m so jealous of people who get to grow up with one.
12. How tall are you?
186cm (~ 6 feet 1)
13. Fave subject in school?
Chemistry (my fave), Biology, Geography, English (the only subject at school I could pass with flying colours without studying at all, so I like it)
14. Dream job?
Not any specific occupation, but rather a concept: An ideal job for me would be the one where I get to utilise the knowledge I gained from formal education, enriched by real-life experiences/lessons, guided by self-reflection and personal growth, that allows me to give back to the community from which I benefited, and to motivate people to improve themselves physically and mentally.
15. Eye colour?
Dark, dark brown
I feel like most of the mutuals of mine have already done this, so I’m not tagging anyone else. If you’d like to do this, please consider yourself tagged and have fun :)
#non-sims#heldhram answers#saviorhide#text not related to pic#long text warning#thanks for tagging me :)
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I’m currently watching Wednesday and I’m not finished with the season but I have a couple thoughts:
SPOILERS FOR NETFLIX’s WEDNESDAY!!!!!!
1) I love Enid that’s my sista
2) I love Bianca. From ep1 I was like YES a DS Black girl who’s the HBIC !!!
2.a) I immediately wanted an enemies to lovers ship with Wednesday and Bianca while watching ep1 lol I doubt the show will ever go that route but a girl can dream
3) I love how Enid and Wednesday have a “we’re opposites but we will do anything for each other” type friendship… similar to Galinda and Elphaba in a way lol
4) so far from what I’ve seen in the show, Wednesday is either aro or at least queer (even outside my want of an enemies to lovers arc) therefore I find the triangle between Wednesday Tyler and Xavier very boring
4.a) another reason I don’t care for the triangle is one, Wednesday, to me, has not shown or expressed any romantic interest in either guy since she got to Nevermore but because both boys immediately took a liking to her, they both projected their feelings onto her and then got upset when it came to the Rave’N dance; and two, the classic teen romance drama kinda takes away from why we like Wednesday so much as a character. She is diff from everyone else and I feel like I’m fine with her going to a high school and not having a bf, gf, or any romantic partner
5) I don’t think Gomez actually killed that Garrett kid… either Morticia did and he’s covering for her bc he loves her or possibly he died some other way? Anyway considering where I left off in the show before making this post is Gomez going to jail and Wednesday bearing his story and her not believing it… I’ll guess I’ll find out soon
6) not crazy about these portrayals of Gomez and Morticia… the energy just isn’t there for me. I know a lot of ppl dislike the casting of Gomez (Luis Guzman), I assume mostly bc he’s unattractive by societal standard (aka he’s fat)… which I initially didn’t care about bc who cares if Gomez is fat, as long as his personality is the same then it’s fine… but idk…. his Gomez is different but not in a refreshing way.
6.a) I do like CZJ’s Morticia more than I like LG’s Gomez but still idk… maybe I’m being too harsh of a critic but it’s not quite all the way there for me for some reason….
7) Since episode one I haven’t trusted the principal and I half don’t trust Miss Thornhill so I’m curious to see how their characters play out by the end of the season
8) Eugene, just like Enid is very precious to me! I felt bad he got got by the monster and I’m shocked but happy they didn’t kill him off… I was upset that he (very predictably) still went into the woods the night of the dance even tho Wednesday told him not to
8.a) I love the fact that he has lesbian moms!
9) idk if I have other thoughts if I do I guess I’ll reblog and add more later
10) I wanted this to be an even number lmaooo
10.a) I am 25 and I barely saw The Addams Family 1 & 2 this year 😭😭😭 I have no reason as to why I had never seen it before last month (or maybe it was September) but I LOVED those movies and them kooky ass Addams 😂 which is why I feel like I’m disappointed in the characterization of Gomez and Morticia. That’s all
If you actually read all this pls feel free to reply ur thoughts as well and let’s talk about it. (Reminder I haven’t finished the show, I’m on ep5)
11) I just remembered… Tim Burton you ain’t seeing heaven for multiple reasons but WHY is the Black mayor also the owner of a theme park or whatever that is PILGRIM themed???? The disconnect????????
#wednesday#netflix wednesday#wednesday spoilers#wednesday netflix#jenna ortega#luis guzmán#catherine zeta jones#wednesday addams#gomez addams#morticia addams#marilyn thornhill#larissa weems#enid sinclair#bianca barclay
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All right, all right, all right! I’m a day late because I was out last night again, but I’m home now, let’s do this! Thoughts on Taskmaster s15e02, written as I watch it:
- I didn’t mention this last week, but Ivo Graham with a beard is unsettling. I mean, people can do what they like with their appearance and all, but that one may not be the best idea.
- Right, I haven’t seen any of the prize tasks except the first one, but if no one besides Kiell brought in anything that requires us to look at feet, then Kiell needs to win this task. I am genuinely not enjoying Kiell bringing in an excuse to have the cameras focus on both a picture of a foot and Alex’s actual foot, give him five points for achieving weirdness and make it go away.
- Greg is, annoyingly, correct to say that Mae’s object isn’t weird, it’s just your reflection that’s weird. I say “annoyingly” because Mae really eagerly trying to sell people on someone they’ve come up with is... genuinely, I’ve had crushes on Taskmaster contestants before but never to the extent that I’ve had my current problem, where I have difficulty writing about the episode without mentioning it every 5-10 sentences. I’ll try to stop.
- I am 100% behind the levels to which Ivo is taking his argument. Getting into the wording of the task – it’s supposed to be “whenever you look at it”, so needing to look at it for ten minutes like Mae’s mirror shouldn’t count. Explaining that he has practice of looking at it all the time and weirdness occurs every time, and Kiell can’t say the same because he designed the foot glove just for this task. This guy has watched all his friends play Taskmaster, studied their strategies, has his social standing riding on his performance in a way that I’m going to guess, say, Frankie Boyle, does not. This is high-level Taskmaster here, well done, Ivo. I still can’t wait to see you get bullied in the team tasks, but well done.
- Aaawwwwwww. Awwwwww. A Rhod Gilbert reference. A Rhod Gilbert reference in something that was filmed while he was receiving treatment for advanced cancer (I mean, I assume he still is, but he’s also filming TV things again and looks to be recovering, and I’m not sure that was the case as of last summer). Awwwww. Jenny’s thing doesn’t really work for the reasons Ivo pointed out, it doesn’t feel weird “every time you look at it” because that only works if you stare at it for ages, but anyway, lovely little Rhod Gilbert reference. Also, love that they’re saving Frankie Boyle for last on the “thing that makes you feel weird” task. What have you got, Frankie?
- I knew Frankie wouldn’t let me down with this. Obviously he went historical. Yeah, medieval paintings of cats are weirder than feet. He needs to win.
- I’d have swapped Kiell and Frankie, but otherwise agree with the harsh but fair scoring. I like rewarding Ivo’s intricate arguments by giving him two more points than both the people who finished below him.
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I don’t know what this means, but I’m guessing it might be that they’ve brought in a concept from Taskmaster NZ, when they had each contestant film a small part of an action movie, and then put it all together later to make one movie. Which I guess was originally a Taskmaster UK concept, from season 10 when they filmed the detective thing with each person playing a different part, and then with Richard Herring playing every part. It’s a concept I like, so I hope they are in fact going to film them each playing some music and then put it together.
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Jesus Fucking Christ. Okay I’m done. I won’t bring it up anymore. I promise.
- Oh shit, Horne Section. Ohhhhh, I see. The great band that was separated wasn’t the Taskmaster contestants, playing stuff alone and then going back together. It’s the Horne Section. Cool.
- The task didn’t say anything about “most [adjective] [noun] wins”, so that means it’s a two-parter. They may still have to fit these together somehow. Also, the task said it must be “less than thirty seconds long”, which is weird, because normally Alex Horne is right with me in correcting people every time they say “less” when they should say “fewer”. You let this one slip, Horne.
- They were correct to give Frankie the percussion instruments. I like Kiell’s attitude. Ivo briefly thinking “I”, “V”, and “O” might be music notes was quite funny. Really enjoying Jenny’s unnecessarily exuberant and surprisingly low-pitched singing. Mae, do we really need to bring more feet into this episode? Have we not already had enough feet in this episode?
- I didn’t really know what to expect from Frankie Boyle on Taskmaster, but if I’d absolutely had to try to guess, I’d have pretty much said this:
- I promise this isn’t another gratuitous screenshot of how attractive Mae Martin is; I just wanted to capture the look of utter shock on their face when Alex handed them the extra card.
The sense of betrayal from Alex. The underlying disappointment in themself for not seeing this coming. The whiplash in going from relaxing because the task is over to ramping the tension right back up, 0-100 in half a second, a reminder that you have to be always on your guard in this show. There’s Taskmaster summed up in one screenshot.
- Ah, the twist is that they have to play along. It’s not really a music task, it’s an arts and crafts task! That’s fun.
- I mean, some of those instruments are easier to copy than others. Frankie probably got an unfair advantage there, the drums have to be the easiest to copy. But I don’t mind, because I want to watch Frankie Boyle play makeshift drums.
- I think they undervalued Jenny Eclair’s trumpet miming in the studio chat. That was good. I could believe that was her playing if I didn’t look too hard at the instrument. She looks like she should be dramatically playing a trumpet in a club somewhere.
- Frankie’s miming was not remotely in time to the music, but he looked like he was having so much fun out there. Someone needs to gif that. I might need to gif that later. I want a moving image of Frankie Boyle playing the drums and having a great time.
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“I see your Diverse Stripes, Nish. And sure it was impressive, but you made one crucial mistake: not wearing sunglasses.”
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Incredible screenshot.
- Some really interesting camera decisions in the filming of Ivo. I’m not sure I needed that under-his-legs-looking-up angle on those loose shorts. But A+ for effort on the contestant’s part, as I’ve quickly come to expect from him.
- 1) Mae Martin making a joke about “Mae-stro” and then immediately trying to take it back - “I don’t want to lose points from Mae-stro”: solid Taskmaster play, I like the level of paranoia that Taskmaster instills in its most competitive contestants. Mae Martin about to play an instrument with their foot: not ideal. Not... not something I would like on my computer screen, thank you.
- I think Mae was the best one so far at miming in time to the music. Not bad arts and crafts work either. Good attention to detail. Thankfully minimal foot involvement.
- Well, Kiell was definitely the worst at the arts and crafts potion, there have to be more accurate ways to create a facsimile keyboard than to just put a bunch of books in a row. Also, he just repeated the grammatically incorrect task over and over, causing me to have to say “fewer” at my screening increasingly annoyed voices.
On the other hand, he may win for the person who had the best time out there:
Again, I’m just really enjoying Kiell’s whole vibe. Competitive, but not as overt about it as Mae or Ivo. Getting fully into everything, to an exaggerated degree. Picking at things and not letting them go, like the thing about the musician’s age.
- Whoa. That was ridiculously generous scoring and I don’t think I see Greg’s logic with any of it, but fun task all the same.
- Yes! Team task! I’ve been looking forward to these so much.
You know, normally when I say what contestants I’d like on a team together, I just pick pairs of people and hope they’re with each other, either on their own or in three. But in this case, I really like that Frankie and Ivo are specifically the team of two. No one for Frankie to pawn off the task of interacting with Ivo on, no one for Ivo to hide behind, no one to dilute the extraordinary amounts of awkward tension that I imagine occur when you put together two people who are so very, very different.
And on the other side, obviously I’m looking forward to the clash of Charlotte Ritchie’s husbands, and to two highly competitive contestants who will hype up each other’s competitive natures all in the midst of Jenny Eclair’s cloud of chaos.
I’m writing this before seeing any of this task, just to have a record of what I’m expecting going in. Expectations are high. I think Ivo might get eaten alive.
- I always look forward to that moment in the first team task, when the contestants see their teammates for the first time. As far as those moments go, this one’s pretty good:
- Oh my God. It’s perfect. Thank you, Taskmaster, this is exactly what I wanted.
I’m trying to picture the meeting where they divided up the teams. I hope they weren’t forced to do this by schedules or whatever, I hope all the contestants had availability on all potential days, just because it’s funnier if the Taskmaster people planned this. “Guys. Guys. Let’s put the incredibly posh English private school boy with Frankie Boyle. We have to, right? We can’t waste that opportunity.” Their decision to film and edit this entrance like a horror movie makes it so clear that they knew exactly what they were doing.
I mean, these two are rivalling Joe Thomas and Sian Gibson for most awkward initial meeting. But Joe and Sian eventually settled into their own sort of weird, awkward chemistry. I feel like Frankie and Ivo can keep up this level of non-meshing, actively clashing, energies all season. At least all day, as they film the team tasks.
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One of Charlotte Ritchie’s husbands standing on tip-toes to hug Charlotte Ritchie’s other husband, while the trailblazing first woman to ever win a Perrier Award looks on. Thanks, Taskmaster. What a good day for feminism.
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Incredible. You can’t script that level of awkward. I’m so glad they didn’t try to edit around the less-than-slick television of Ivo talking over Frankie’s one-sentence potato anecdote to say hello to Alex.
Normally when I get screenshots of Ivo I carefully time it so I can get him when his eyes are open, which is rarely. But I think in this case, catching him in his usual state, which is with his eyes closed (seriously, I did not notice how true this was until I made that video last year with all these contestants, and struggled to find clips of Ivo where he was both moving around the stage/set and has his eyes open, he mostly just stands still with his eyes closed) captures the atmosphere better.
- Oh cool, two season 2 references. Obviously a potato next to the red green that can’t be touched is invoking Joe Wilkinson. And a bridge for a potato is invoking Debajo De La Mesa.
- I think from now on, my entire blog may just turn into a repository for screenshots of Frankie Boyle and Ivo Graham together.
- Yeah, this is all I actually want out of a television show.
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You’re close, Ivo, but not quite - you’re wrong about it being an either/or. What we want is for one team to be the first thing and the other team to be the second thing, so they can be contrasted in ways that make each one more amusing when set against the other, and can occasionally be edited together in a montage designed to make the differences hilariously clear. And I know I haven’t even seen the first team task yet, but I think this season might out-do all previous ones in that way.
- Are we going to keep up the joke all season where Frankie Boyle is like Ivo Graham’s father who didn’t love him? Because I’m on board with that.
- This post is pretty screenshot heavy, there are just so many images I like.
Oh Jenny, trailblazing veteran comedian though you are, your experience clearly doesn’t extend to understand the dire consequences that can occur when a tiny bit of your shoe touches the red green, and you don’t immediately acknowledge the mistake and start over, this time doing it properly. You don’t want to hide that shit, Jenny. They’ll catch it on camera and then it’ll be worse. Mae knows. Mae’s clearly seen that episode. Mae is not here to fuck around with that sort of thing.
I do really like Mae’s particular brand of competitiveness, which is coming out in Ivo too. The kind where you want to win so much that you’re ridiculously careful about making sure you’ve followed every tiny instruction and accounted for every little thing because you can’t stand the thought of fucking up on a pointless mistake. But then because you’ve been so careful, you hold everyone else to the same standard, expect them to also have meticulously gotten everything right, and call it out if you see them get away with slacking on that, because if you bothered to get it all right then they should have to as well. And yes, at some point in that sentence it became clear that by “you”, I mean “me”, that’s how I live my life and it’s maladaptive at times. But it’s also how Mae Martin and Ivo Graham are playing Taskmaster, and I love seeing it.
- Love how much effort they put into the barrel bridge before realizing they can just use duct tape and poles. Also:
Brilliant. I really hope this screenshot embodies what this team will be like all season, with the two competitive contestants carefully managing a tricky solution to the task, and Jenny dancing and singing on the sidelines for moral support.
- Mae Martin: Stop the clock, I think.
Kiell Smith-Bynoe: I think we could go higher.
Mae Martin: No, I’m scared.
Yep, that’s the kind of so-competitive-you-come-back-around-to-being-cautious I’m talking about. Also, I’m scared too Mae. This is genuinely tense, don’t fuck it up.
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No! Careful! I mean, I love the symbolism of the early female comedian from back before they invented more than like four women in comedy, assisting the young(er) queer comedian who’s existing in a world created by the previous generation of feminist trailblazers. But also, I’m worried about all the little things that can go wrong here. I know Mae is meticulous, but how carefully his Jenny watching her shoes’ proximity to the red green?
- After I wrote that last point, I hit “play” on the video again, they raised it even higher, some of the tape started stretching, and without consciously meaning to, I started saying: “No, stop the clock, stop the clock!” out loud, to my laptop screen. At the same time, heard my voice joined by Mae Martin’s:
I get you, Mae. I get you. Do you want to be, like, best friends, or something? You’re not looking for a wife, are you, if Charlotte Ritchie’s off somewhere else?
- Oh God. That was tense. They did it. Well done all around, everyone. Competence on Taskmaster, who would have expected that?
- Ivo. Honey. What are you. What are you doing?
The board isn’t part of it, buddy. What are you doing?
...I knew I was looking forward to seeing Ivo Graham fall apart merely from being in the presence of Frankie Boyle, but I don’t think I expected it to engender quite so much of my current reaction, which is wanting to protect him like a child. Go build the bridge, Ivo.
- There’s a lot of competition in this category, but I think this might be my favourite screenshot of this whole episode so far:
- And it was beaten for that spot a split second after I posted it:
- I don’t know why since there’s been so much other good stuff, but my hardest laugh of this episode so far has come from Ivo Graham going in the house to try to find something that’ll actually work, and Frankie Boyle marches predatorily after him to suggest that they roll the potato in a tube.
- Oh shit. You know what, I was making fun of Frankie’s tube idea, but credit where it’s due, I stand correct. That worked really well.
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Greg knows what’s up. Greg’s the one saying the quote in that caption, but from the grin on his face, Alex is also aware that they’ve struck fucking gold with that pairing.
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At the end of the season I want to collect all these Frankie/Ivo screenshots (I just remembered that I said last week I’m going to call them “Franko”, I’ll have to start that next week), rank them by awkwardness, and put them in a collage.
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And as we come down from the 18 different types of tension at play in the previous task, now we’re in the lab, setting shit on fire. Awesome.
- So it’s the season 8 little finger task, but with a breath instead. Okay. I’m on board.
- Jenny Eclair wants to resuscitate a dying animal. I admire the ambition.
- I think Mae and Kiell’s idea for this probably what I’d do. See if you can set off a chain reaction by blowing on something small. But I think I’d go smaller scale than this - I’m now thinking of the season six task when they tried to extinguish a candle by blowing through a pipe that size, and it didn’t go too well.
- Mae Martin kissing a marble and ordering it not to fuck up: yes, that’s the level of competitiveness we want out of Taskmaster.
- Kiell, you have to put the ball a little way into the pipe before you blow on it, so it’s already going in the right direction. It isn’t lighter than air.
- Again, the level of intensity:
We’re all very attracted to hot queer people who get disproportionately intense about stuff, right? That’s not just me?
- Holy shit, Mae’s worked! I didn’t think it was going to, I thought they put the xylophone too far away. But of course they must have tested it, they’re not messing around.
- Well, didn’t think Kiell’s would work either, so I was right one out of the two times. Also, I don’t think he started that one with a breath. I think he just dropped it down the tube.
- Oh good, marble runs are the smart way to go, but I’d have been disappointed if they’d put fire in the intro and then no one brought fire into the actual task. I’m learning that we can count on Jenny for that sort of thing. Wouldn’t it be fun if it became a running joke throughout the season that Jenny’s thing is setting shit on fire?
- Holy hell. I thought Jenny was going to light a candle in the caravan and then put it out, but she is now actually lighting the curtains on fire. I’ve said before that Taskmaster NZ is fun because it has more lax health and safety standards that Taskmaster UK (I’m not... I mean, politically and just morally I’m aware that health and safety and other regulations are a good thing, sometimes my taste in comedy does not perfectly line up with my actual beliefs, like how funny I think it is to watch Ivo Graham get bullied on a panel show), but that’s taking quite a risk in this one.
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New hardest laugh of the episode. If I hadn’t paused the video to write this, I’d have had to pause it anyway to laugh. Brilliant. No notes.
- So, I’ve been taking these one at a time and only focusing on Jenny so far, but what the fuck is Frankie doing?
Is that... is that someone who doesn’t work for the show? Is that just a guy? It’s been mentioned a couple of times before that the Taskmaster house is near a golf course - in season six, when the contestants had to get back to the house, they were asking people for directions “to the golf course”. And in season 7 when they had to throw things over the fence, they talked about seeing people playing golf in the distance. But I thought that was, you know, the distance. Presumably they don’t just have golfers that close to the house while they’re filming.
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Holy fuck. Holy fuck. That was incredibly funny. I still don’t understand why that guy was there, it doesn’t matter. Frankie Boyle fucking with a golfer and then folding over in silent giggles like a child playing a door-knocking prank, but it isn’t a child, it’s Frankie Boyle with a golfer, possibly his least favourite type of person after privately educated posh English boys - fucking hell that’s funny. I’d watch a whole show of just Frankie doing that.
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True, but perhaps not the best way to ingratiate yourself with the hosts of this show, or least with one of them, and that reminds me, Alex, please cast your buddy John Robins on here someday.
- Alex just told us that the garden “backs onto a golf course”, so I guess they’re a lot closer to it than I’d thought.
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Seriously, fucking commission that. I’d watch it, and I’m not alone. Raise your hand if you’d watch an entire show of Frankie Boyle blowing whistles in inappropriate places.
- Well, I got so into Ivo’s task attempt that I haven’t even catalogued it (which is probably fine, I definitely did not need to screenshot nearly as much of this episode as I did), and at the end, it at least came close to matching Frankie’s attempt in my hardest laugh of the episode. Oh, that was a beautiful disaster. Trying the radio first, getting rejected. Then getting rejected by Greg. Then by Ed Gamble. Apologizing for breaking glasses and then failing to break glasses. Failing to break glasses, how hard can that be? I thought he was going to do creepily sexy breathing down the phone at Ed, but instead for some reason he really intensely sort of breathily shouted.
Oh yes, Ivo. It feels like one point. But it was a heroic failure.
And to be fair, Kiell’s breath wasn’t even what moved the ball. Ivo did move the basketball with his breath. If you say Ivo’s “one breath” was the last one he took, since that’s the one that actually moved the ball, then that probably took place after Ed Gamble hung up. So he didn’t even annoy Ed with that one, and the glasses didn’t break. But he did move a ball. More, technically, than Kiell did.
- Wow, the scoring is all over the place here. I feel like Greg took on board accusations of being too generous at other times, and might be overcorrecting. But then he was weirdly generous in the music task.
Anyway, scoring aside, that was a great bit of chat following that task. Ivo and Kiell sniping at each other to continue the animosity developed in the last week’s prize task. Mae trying to remind people of their nice little bing. Greg saying he can’t give five points for “putting off a golfer”. Frankie Boyle, of all people, accusing him of being jaded. Alex correcting Greg’s scoring (and being right - Kiell should definitely not have beaten Jenny or even Ivo) and Greg acquiescing. There seemed to be a bit of distance in the studio in last week’s episode, but they’re getting into it now.
- Love Ivo covering hi smouth in shock at the sight of that scoreboard:
I don’t imagine this will happen much, but it is fun to see Frankie Boyle at the top of a Taskmaster board.
- Ah, the old Taskmaster classic: arts and crafts with visual and material-based restrictions. A classic for a reason.
- Ivo not just looking under his table, but spinning it around to see the whole thing:
That is a man who has seen Taskmaster before, and has just watched his own potato bridge task, possibly being reminded of previous potato bridge tasks, and what lessons they’ve taught us. Debajo De La Mesa. And it worked out this time, there were scissors.
- I think how very fucking pleased with himself Kiell looked after coming up with his idea summarizes his whole vibe in quite a fun way.
- As the second one to complete the task, Frankie looks... less pleased with himself, in a way that also summarizes his vibe.
- Kiell, you fucking idiot! Just say it’s a caterpillar and you’d be fine! It looks more like a caterpillar than a snake anyway! Frankie’s not going to be at the top of the scoreboard often, don’t take this episode away from him!
- Yeah, Greg’s right, Mae’s was good. It should have won for not just being tape on a board. But I think that scoring was mostly right.
- Oh God, that was fucking good. The whole episode, so good. I thought last week’s was a good opener, but the quality here has escalated as they’ve settled into it. Also, this post got a little out of hand, I’m going to need to make fewer screenshots and comments next time because stopping it so often means this whole thing took me about four hours (though I did also stop and do laundry and make lunch). But fuck it, I have nothing else to do on this holiday Friday, and that was great.
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