Cosmic Dusk

Can you please do a cassie w number 9? I luv ur artwork!! <3

Can I draw Cassie? Well it would be my absolute pleasure to!! 💫 ✨

Been so long since I’ve drawn my girl, thank you for the request!

Tbh the best part of drawing Cassie for me is that I can just go ham with her costume each time-I’ve always played fast and loose with her costumes when I’ve drawn her in the past and it’s always a fun part of the design/creative process whenever I get the chance to draw her-get to stretch the ol’ costume designing muscles and have a blast!

And thank you for such the kind words anon, I’m so pleased you enjoy my work-I hope you like this piece as well!

(And if anyones interested-here is the palette challenge piece I did of Cassie last year!)

Joao with actress reader 👀

just an act ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing: actress reader x joao felix (established relationship) summary: in which your boyfriend's possessive tendencies are put to the test warnings: none! w/c: 1.1k

a/n: take a shot everytime i apologise for being ia challenge !! also this is a teensy bit rushed and i'm not entirely happy with it but, i hope it's alright !! tysm anon for the req (and for waiting for so long for me to answer it 😭)

“Joao, you’re sure you’re okay with it?”

“How many times are you going to ask me that?” your boyfriend huffed, “I’m fine! Really!”

“You literally skipped out on training to follow me to work,” you reminded him, with a slightly teasing tone.

“So?”

You let out a sigh for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour and tried your best to maintain your composure. Around you, the atmosphere of an active film set roared with its flurry of light, noise, and movement. Neither your hair nor makeup were close to being done, and you were still standing wrapped in the plush white robe the costuming staff had given you before you changed into your outfit for your scene. Somewhere to your right you watched the director and his entourage of nervous interns scrounge around the perfect the set’s lighting, and push all of the cameras and mics in their right places. Behind you, your costar sat on his chair, waiting impatiently, ready for the scene the two of you were shooting today.

And yet, the only thing you found your attention being drawn to was the boy that stood in front of you, with floppy hair and pleading eyes and a pout that was just too hard to deny.

“So, are you sure you’re alright with this? With me kissing another man?” you repeated, slowly, growing more aware of how little time you had until the cameras were set to start rolling.

When you had come home a couple of weeks ago with the news - that the new movie you were starring in would involve a kissing scene between you and your costar - you were nervous, to say the least. You knew Joao was the type to value your career just as much as you did, and would never do anything to stop you from achieving your dreams. However, you were equally aware that he had possessive tendencies, as much as he pretended not to. Of course, he had acted casual about the news at first, telling you that as long as you were comfortable with it, he was too.

But now that the time to shoot the scene had actually come, it seemed like he was having second thoughts - evidenced by the fact he had insisted on following you to work and had spent the past hour or so hovering around as you got ready, expression equal parts nervous and stern. Despite this, you knew he’d rather die than admit how he really felt, even if you prodded him a thousand times just to say what was clearly on his mind.

“Yep! Totally fine!” he chirped out in a falsely cheery tone. The way his eyes flickered anxiously between you, and your costar waiting in the distance, seemed to suggest otherwise.

You could only rub his arm reassuringly though, offering a look that you hoped conveyed your gratefulness at the fact he trusted you enough to not get in your way, but also cared enough to be so watchful. Still, the staff around you waited for no one, and soon enough you were ushered back into your makeup chair, from which you watched your boyfriend linger behind the cameras, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

“Joao, baby.”

You were starting to feel like a broken record at this point.

The scene had gone well, and you had only had to reshoot it a couple of times because of either you or your costar forgetting or stumbling over your lines. But the two of you had done your best to maintain an air of professionalism surrounding the intimate scene - your boyfriend however hadn’t been so well.

“I’m fine.” His tone, and the fact that his back was facing you as the two of you lay in bed together, told you otherwise.

The kiss - or kisses as Joao had corrected you - had only lasted seconds, nothing more than quick pecks in fleeting moments. You hadn’t thought much of them before, during, and now after them but it was clear he didn’t share the same sentiment.

“You said you were okay with it,” you sighed softly, trying your best to push the understanding tone in your voice.

“I am.”

“It doesn’t really seem like it.” Whilst it seemed like the bare minimum for him to let you go ahead with something your job required of you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for him putting aside his feelings for you - or at least trying to. A part of you found it slightly adorable as well, that he was trying so hard to hide his slight jealousy - evidenced by his moody demeanour the entire afternoon after you got back from shooting.

“What makes you think that?” You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely clueless or whether he was just messing with you. Struggling against your mattress, you pushed yourself up and leaned over to him, resting your chin on his shoulder - from where you could see his side profile, and furrowed brows.

“Hmm, I wonder,” you hum, fingers moving to gently interlace his fingers with yours as a silent way of saying I know something’s wrong.

“It’s just,” he began, and you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders at finally breaking through to him, “that costar of yours, Andy or whatever his name is, seemed a little bit too into it.”

You had to stop yourself from giggling, given how sincere his words were, but you couldn’t help but find his jealousy a little bit adorable.

“Joao, his name is Andrew,” you corrected him, “and he has a girlfriend.”

“What?”

“Yeah, and she’s lovely,” you chuckled softly, relief washing over you as you watched your boyfriend break into a small smile for what felt like the first time all day. You could physically feel the tension in his shoulders melt away as he let out a sigh of relief he must’ve been holding ever since you had come home with the news.

“Thank God,” he finally mumbled, turning back around to face you as he pulled you in close. You felt his grip tightly around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing deeply.

“Plus, it’s not like he would pose much competition anyways,” you added, laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around him. He only hummed in response, not saying much more. You pecked the top of his forehead, relishing the fact that you had finally managed to heal his mood. After all, whilst acting was your job, you knew that at times like this - away from any cameras and in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms - none of it was an act.

Hello! I saw that your request was open, but I don't know if you take requests for something kinky- but I got something in mind 🤭. You don't have to write it and you can change it. Beware, I am a kinky woman.

It's the month of Halloween, everyone's dressed up to go to costume parties and trick-or-treating with their kids. You can pick what the reader is dressed up as, but Eddie Munson? Daddy Eddie? I'm sorry but I can only see him in one of those sexy ghost-face cosplays from TikTok. (this can be set at a later time than Scream or Scream can be canon in Stranger Things!)

They are going to a costume party that's being hosted by a friend and while at the party- the reader may or may not have accidentally attracted a few guys with her costume. But she doesn't realize that and thinks they just wanna hang out, innocent Reader. Eddie notices (because she's mostly talking with them) and gets jealous, a bit possessive too. However, he doesn't confront them, he lures her away or waits till she goes off alone and then shows her who she belongs to. (He also scares her too, he may be a sexy ghost-face, but still ghost-face) . Reader may be innocent but she's a freak in the sheets. Creampie, rough sex, mental size kink (👀), squirting, overstimulation, a bit of degrading... I'm reaching for this one- tummy bulge🫣.

WARNINGS: Creampie, rough sex, size kink,  squirting, overstimulation, degradation, tummy bulge, deepthroat

The kids had been at their friend’s house for a few hours now and left you and Eddie to have your own Halloween fun. Being the "parents" of the group, it was nice to finally have a night with people your own age.

You had just put on your wings and looked at yourself once more in the mirror before shifting the girls in your tight dress. You smile contently and flick off the light to leave the bathroom. Once you rounded the corner, your waist is enclasped in two huge arms and you’re pulled off the ground. You let out a slight shriek before playfully fighting Eddie off. You let him chase you around your house to feed his fantasy a little bit when it was time to go. 

The party has been in full swing for an hour or so when you two walked through the door. You were immediately pulled by Gareth's cousin, Liza to take shots in the kitchen. Both of you followed when you clipped someone with your wings, immediately turning to apologize.

“Don’t even worry about it. You can bump into me anytime,” some guy said flirtatiously. You thought nothing of it other than him being understanding and polite. Eddie instinctively pulled you closer to his side and turned to back around to face Liza. Even in heels you only came up to his shoulder, so it’s safe to say his body easily shielded yours from the multiple pairs of eyes on you. The three of you downed the shots and you were ready to dance. You pulled him to the dance floor and started to move to the rhythm. He was dancing with you, but even through the mask you could tell he was preoccupied. 

You followed his gaze which led back to the guy from the kitchen. You shook your head and brushed it off, grinding on Eddie’s front. He gripped you tighter and started matching your movements. The song changed and you started to feel a little woozy. Liza came up to Eddie, asking him to help her carry in more heavy bags of ice. He grabbed your hand but you stopped,

"I have to use the bathroom!" You shouted over the music. He lifted his mask up and asked if you could wait for him to be done. You started to rub your thighs together and shook your head. He nodded and walked you to the bathroom line,

"Meet me outside when you're done," he said before going to help. It was finally your turn and the shots fully hit when you sat down. You exited the bathroom and was met by the nice guy from the kitchen. 

It was no secret that you're a little drunk and he could definitely tell. He told you his name was Joe and offered to take you to get some water. You followed him back to the crowded kitchen and watched him grab a bottle from the cooler. He opened it and gave it to you, telling you to just sip it. You didn't notice that he was watching your lips suckle on the rim. He licked his when a thin stream missed your mouth and flowed down your chin. You giggled, excusing yourself.

You were talking with the man in front of you for what felt like only a few minutes before you turn and realize the one you came with is no where to be seen. You excuse yourself from the conversation and glide your eyes over the crowd one last time, but with no luck. Your phone suddenly vibrates and you answer the call,

‘If you want me, come find me.’ 

It was simple and then he hung up leaving a slight furrow in your brow to form and you began your search. You were seeing more clearly than you were 15 minutes ago. You rounded a corner that led to a dark stairwell. You didn't like and or watch horror movies but even you knew not to ascend down the staircase to Hell. You turned around to leave but suddenly your phone vibrated. The caller ID said Unknown Caller and you never answer those, but for some reason you did. 

"Hello?"

All you heard was heavy breathing on the other line,

"Hello?"

"Who is this?" Just more breathing came through. You hung up the phone and started to walk away when you heard a bang come from the bottom room. It wasn't until you heard your name being whispered that you started to walk down. You called out to Eddie but received no response.

You let go of the door to walk further down the stairs, leaving to heavily shut almost flush against your back.

"Eddie?" You called his phone to see if you could hear the ring but you couldn't. It was dead silent and pitch black. You heart started to race, but you trusted him. You reach the bottom of the stairs, being met with an open, dark abyss. You mentally slap yourself for not looking for a light switch at the top of the stairs. You continue to walk hesitantly down the very last step and into the dark room. You try to force your eyes to get used to the dark and at least make out shapes, but the alcohol was not aiding in a positive way. You scan the room, still not seeing him. 

You walk further into the makeshift game room and call out to him once more. You hit a few pieces of furniture before hearing something roll on the surface in front of you. Reaching out, you graze your hand across what you now realize is a table and found the noisy object. You attempt to click it on, but the flashlight only flickers before going back out.

"Eddie?!"

After still receiving no response, you tell him you’re leaving. You turn on your heels but are met with a 6’0 brute force of a man blocking you, causing the light to flash on your boyfriend towering over you wearing the ghostface mask. An inch of a scream is let out before his palm is over your mouth and he’s backing you in to the furthest wall. You hit it with a slight thud, eyes going as wide as saucers. The flashlight is ripped out of your hand and thrown on the couch. The way the light hit the ceiling made his stature even more intimidating; adding shadow and contrast to his muscles and mask.

He immediately split your legs with one of his own, rubbing his thighs against your clit. His other hand gripping your hip tightly. You started to moan in his hand not even realizing how horny you actually were. You started to grind down on his thigh, matching his movements. You were so close when he pulled away and roughly slammed you face first into the wall. He lifted your dress above your hips and you heard him growl when he got near your now sopping heat that was not covered with panties. He ran his fingers up and down your slit before circling your clit a couple times. Eddie then slid two fingers over your hole before pushing past your throbbing lips. 

You clenched around his fingers, pumping in and out. He lifted his mask for half a second to bite your left ass cheek. He lowered it once more and stood up behind you. Removing his fingers, you let out a moan. 

“Please, Eddie. I need to cum.”

He ignored you and pulled your hips out farther, basically placing you on your toes. He landed a large smack to your ass for using the wrong name. You heard the buckle of his belt being undone when your eyes rolled at what you knew was coming. He took both your wrists in his hand and tied the belt around them. He unzipped his pants and slung out his throbbing cock. Giving you no time to adjust, he shoved his length in your creaming cunt and started fucking you like no tomorrow. 

He held one hand on your restraint and the other on your shoulder to make sure to get the deepest angle he possibly could,

“Who is he?”

“Who is who?” You said in mid moan. He just darkly chuckled and continued his welcomed assault. He kept relentlessly thrusting before stopping once more, earning a frustrated growl from you.

“What’s his name?”

“Who, Baby? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just please fuck me.” 

He had enough.

Eddie twisted you around so your back was flush to the wall. His hand gripped your throat before coming in real close. You jetted out your tongue and licked the mouth of his mask while letting out a seductive moan. It was his turn to growl again but this time he just squeezed harder. He only released after he gave you your instructions.

“Since you don’t want to tell me who that is, you don’t get to talk,” he said as he shoved his length down your tight throat. You began bobbing your head, trying to keep the pace his hand was guiding you but it was getting difficult. He forced your head all the way down on his cock, holding it there. You felt the familiar burn in your lungs when your head is suddenly pulled off,

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know,” you said trying to catch your breath. It wasn’t long before your nose was touching his hips once again. 

“Tell me his name and you can breathe.” You have your warning taps on his thigh and he released you. Immediately coughing, you spit out the answer,

“Joe! His name is Joe.” He gave you a slight tap to your cheek for taking so long to give such a simple answer. You were breathing heavily when your yanked up to your feet. Eddie guided you to the couch and vent you over the arm. He vigorously rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, hitting you clit sweetly.

“Ohhhh fuck!!” you yelled out, “Daddy can I please cum?”

“Do it.” You started to moan louder when you felt yourself gushing on his cock. He wasted no time diving back into your sweet honey. He hit it from the back for a few minutes, giving you two more orgasms. 

You were about to call out for him when you’re flipped around and your back is on the cushion while your legs are in his arms. He would love to have them hooked around his shoulders, but his little girl couldn’t reach that high so he made do. He let out a gritty moan when he I started himself at this angle. It was the deepest you’ve ever taken him. 

The flashlight was still illuminating the room he started plunging in and out. He placed his hand on the lower part of your stomach and you immediately started to move back,

“Don’t you fucking run from me. You know what to say if you want me to stop.” He could feel his cock poking and prodding your insides that he had to capture it the second he got his camera back.

“Look at that. Only a whore’s cunt can stretch like this. Are you a whore?”

“Only for you. Fuck!”

“What? Tell me. Fuck what?” He teased as he went harder and faster.

“I can’t cum again! Daddy, please!”

“But you’re going to,” he ripped away from you and did the same rubbing motion as before. You squirted to the sky once more, but this time his mask got soaked before he lifted it and drank in what you had left. This man basically motorboated your cunt to get every last drop. He plunged back in and coated your walls with his cum. 

He pulled out and put in two fingers to scoop some out and run it across your tongue,

“Good girl.”

Against the odds

Chapter Five - In Vino Veritas

a/n: Oop... 👀 @ladycamillewrites

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings for this Chapter: alcohol, a few swear words, mentions of past trauma, breakup, toxic relationship, nudity

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"Aaand cut!" The director yelled, causing everybody to switch out of their roles, including you and Tom. The participants of the last scene for today came all to stand in a circle around the camera team. "Great work today, guys! We'll see you all on Monday! Have a good night's rest and weekend!" Anne announced, smiling brightly in the round, before she started to clap. Everybody just joined in, applauding and motivating one another.

After everyone bid their goodbyes to the others around, you and Tom parted ways to get out of costume and make-up. "Hey Tom! Finally wrapped up filming for today?" Lydia - one of the lovely costume designers - welcomed the actor with a smile in the costume trailer. "Good evening, Lydia." He gave her a kind, friendly smile as well. "Five minutes ago, yes. I think this was the longest day of filming so far." Tom stated with a small laugh, before he vanished in his small changing booth to get out of costume. "Yep, I think so too!" Lydia responded, popping the p. Tom changed within ten minutes, while small-talking with the friendly woman. After that was done, he was finally ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the evening. He handed his costume over with a smile. "Thanks, Lydia. See you on Monday." "Sure thing, Tom. See you. Good night!" "Night!" Now, clad in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, he made his way over to your trailer. Tom, being the British gentleman he was, waited of course for his co-star - and the lovely woman which was slowly but surely taking over his heart. Okay... Who was he kidding? The little sister of his brother-from-another-mother had already stolen his heart. That was at least how it felt like - and Tom knew that feeling. He knew how it felt like to be in love. And how could he not fall for this wonderful, kind, smart and talented woman? It was literally impossible. Inevitable. Actually, Tom had decided to wait, take some time for himself, before he was going to strike up a new relationship after all the shit that happened with Taylor. But well... His heart seemed to ignore what his head was saying and just decided to act on its own, throwing Tom over the edge and into a new abyss of love. What was it his mum always said? You can't choose with whom or when or how you fall in love, son. It just happens. Tom had to smile at the thought of his mum.

"What got you smiling like that?" A voice suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts. Your voice. The Brit breathed out a small laugh, baby blues meeting Y/E/C ones, as his cheeks turned red; embarrassed about the fact that the woman, which was on his mind almost constantly 'caught' him literally in the act. "I was just thinking about my mum." It wasn't a lie. He did think of his mother - in connection to her, but Tom wasn't ready and way too shy to admit it. "You were thinking about your mum?" He nodded, still smiling. "Yeah." You started to smile as well. "How cute. My brothers also always make me smile when I think of them... Especially Chris, that goofball." Tom had to giggle at her words. "Ehehe, well yes. I can relate. He's always up for a little fun." "Oh definitively!" You and Tom shared a laugh, before you got quiet for a moment. "Are you finished?" Tom asked his co-star. You looked down yourself, were now dressed in jeans and a hoodie as well. "Yep. Ready to go. You too?" "Yeah." "Perfect. So... I'll see you tomorrow then." You wanted to lean in to give your 'friend' a hug and say goodbye, but he held out his hand, politely refusing her hug - which left the woman in slight confusion. "No, absolutely not." You furrowed your brows. "What...?" "Y/N... It's quite late. London can be dangerous at night and I refuse to let you walk to your hotel alone. I live five minutes away from the set. Why don't you just stay at my house for the night?" Your eyes widened at the Brit's suggestion. "T-Tom... That's super sweet and kind of you, but... I-I don't know... I really don't want to be a burden." Tom immediately shook his head. "You are everything Y/N, but not a burden." You bit your lip, weighing your options. "I've got a really great Chardonnay, waiting at home..." Tom smiled, trying to persuade you. "And I am going to cook for you the best Spaghetti you ever had in your life." "Wine? Spaghetti? Tom... Don't tempt me..." You said with a giggle, causing the Brit to chuckle as well. "But what if I do want to temp you, darling?" He noticed how your cheeks turned into a soft shade of red. "Okay, okay, fine!" "Yes!" Tom cheered like he had just won a bet. "But if that Spaghetti is not even close to my mum's Spaghetti, I am leaving!" You joked and teased Tom, making him chuckle again. "I promise, darling, you won't be disappointed."

About an hour later, you sat in Tom's fancy dining room, at the wooden dining table, waiting for him to serve the 'world's best' Spaghetti. No five minutes later he appeared with two dishes of steaming hot Spaghetti - and oh lord did it smell delicious. "Dinner is ready, milady." The Brit announced with that sexy accent, causing your knees to turn into jelly. "May I serve you this delicious meal?" You giggled at his words, nodding. "Please, Sir. I'm starving." With a smile placed Tom the dish in front of you, before he sat opposite you. "I hope you like it." "We'll see." You teased and twirled the Spaghetti around your fork, before popping the sauce covered noodles into your mouth to get a taste. Only now did you realise, that Tom had slightly changed his look. The sleeves of his pristine white shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong, muscular arms. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, giving her a glimpse of the exposed skin on his chest and the fine, dark hair lurking out from beneath the fabric. The woman swallowed hard. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. After all, she had been filming a sex scene with that man not so long ago, and yet the sight left her speechless. Breathless. Right here, right now, in this situation, it felt much more... personal and private. Almost intimately. It was a whole different situation. And then there were the pair of glasses, which sat upon Tom's nose. That was new - and lord have mercy was it hot. You never saw Tom in glasses before, but now that you did, you never wanted him to take them off. "Do you not like it?" Tom's voice - laced with a bit of sadness suddenly cut through the air, causing you to snap out of your haze. You blinked, needed to process his words first. Once your brain had caught up, you quickly chewed on the Spaghetti and shook your head, trying to tell him that this was absolutely not the case. "No, no! Gods, no! I love it! It's amazing! World's best Spaghetti, indeed!" Tom luckily didn't seem to notice the way your mind went blank for a short amount of time. He smiled a boyish smile. "Even better than your mum's Spaghetti?" The man asked sheepishly, adjusting his glasses. You smirked, took another bite of the Spaghetti, before you started to nod. "Yep, yeah, definitely." The Brit chuckled and placed a large hand on his chest. "I feel deeply honoured. Thank you, darling."

After dinner, you helped Tom to clean up - even if he didn't want it, but you insisted. While Tom put away the last dish, you leaned against the kitchen counter, steadying yourself with your hands. "You were talking about a Chardonnay earlier, weren't you?" You asked with a cheeky smile. Your words caused Tom to snort out a laugh. "I mentioned it, yes. Would you like some?" His gaze met yours. You bit your lip. "Only if you drink with me." "If you wish, milady." That boyish smirk reappeared on his lips, as he nodded towards his living room. "Make yourself comfortable, darling." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, of course and sat down on the comfortable sofa, while Tom fetched two wine glasses and his expensive Chardonnay. Plopping beside you on the sofa, he poured the French wine into the two glasses. "There we go..." Tom announced, lifting his glass, in order to clink it against yours. "Here's to you and your first movie!" The Brit said with a charming smile on his face, causing your knees to weaken even once again. "Thanks, Tom." You clinked your glass against his and took a sip. After sip, after sip, after sip.

They say alcohol lowers the inhibitions. It makes people more talkative and bolder. Perhaps, this was also something which happened to Tom and you... Especially, after the bottle of wine was almost half empty... "Now tell me, darling..." Tom started, feeling the alcohol slowly overtaking his system. He still knew what he was doing, but he definitely was tipsy - and that tipsiness caused him to be way bolder than he usually was. "Why is the beautiful little sister of my brother-from-another-mother still single?" The now cocky, but yet incredibly charming Brit asked, taking another sip of the wine. You snorted out a laugh, being just as tipsy as Tom. "Welllll..." You said, drawing out the l. "Because I seem to have the talent to only fall in love with assholes." Tom frowned. "Why's that?" You shrugged your shoulders almost over dramatically. "My high school boyfriend - if you can even call him that - was a prick. My first real boyfriend was a cheater - so was the second; and my ex-boyfriend Nate is all of the above..." The happy, wanton mood suddenly turned, became serious and rather sad. "The relationship was... toxic. Unhealthy. Guess I am still kinda suffering from this..." Tipsy talk was now deep talk, after those words had left your lips. "I saw through Nate's toxic behaviour way too late... It would've spared me a lot, but well... In the end, I did see through his behaviour, and that's what matters, I think." Tom's expression turned sad as well. Eyes filled with compassion and sorrow. "What... What did he do?" The Brit asked carefully. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, for sure." You shook your head. "I do want to talk about it. It's kind of therapeutic to me, so..." Tom nodded, gently taking your hand in his, giving it a soft, encouraging squeeze. "At the beginning of our relationship, everything was fine. Dreamlike, really. I loved him, he loved me. It was almost picture perfect. Almost. After a few months, he started to become more... clingy. It was nothing bad at first, but at some point, Nate's attachment turned into obsession. He was always complaining that I spent too less time with him - even if I did. He hated it, when I visited my family or friends." You sighed, taking another sip. "Nate loved to manipulate me. He fucked with my mind; made me believe that I always was the one to blame... He may have not physically abused me, but... Maybe psychologically." You swallowed hard; vivid memories running through your mind and reminding you of your past. "T-There was a lot about sex as well, but... I-I don't want to dig deeper into this topic." And another sip, while Tom just listened patiently and attentively. "Hey, that's okay. You don't have to tell me everything. If you're not comfortable with this, it's okay." You just nodded, trying to hold back the tears. How could this man be so... perfect? He was understanding, kind, compassionate and above all supportive and a real gentleman. Tom gave your hand another soft squeeze. "Man... This guy really sounds like the biggest asshole around." "Precisely, yes... I never met a bigger asshole." Tom sighed. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this. No woman ever deserves such a man - and certainly not you. You deserve a good guy. A man who knows how to treat a lady. Someone who loves you just the way you are and respects you and your choices..." A man like you, you mean? You thought, as Tom's words urged to your ears. Exactly a man like you. "A gentleman." You. Your cheeks reddened at his words - and it wasn't just caused by the alcohol. "Thank you so much for listening to me, Tom - and for your kind words. Really. Thank you." The man gave you a small smile. "Of course, darling."

There were a few moments of silence, in which both of you took a big sip of the Chardonnay. The alcohol caused you to be braver and bolder as well. Not just Tom. "And what about you, Mr. Hiddleston? Why is such a charming man like you single?" Said man lowered his head with a chuckle. "Well... I guess I just didn't find my soulmate yet." He quickly lifted his head once again to look you directly in the eyes. "I'm still waiting for the right woman..." You took another sip. "So... Taylor wasn't the right woman?" The Brit shook his head, "No, she definitely wasn't." and nursed his wine glass as well. "Taylor was... She was..." Tom paused. "I don't even know what she was, to be honest." "Did you love her?" He thought for a moment, then started to nod. "Yes, I did, but... I guess it was too rushed. We both kind of jumped into that relationship. One minute, we were on cloud nine and the next, we hit the harsh ground of reality. We were looking for something - but not the same thing. Taylor needed a getaway and I... Well, I guess I just wanted to find true love." Your expression saddened, as you listened to Tom's not quite picture-perfect love story. "I'm sorry, Tom." You sighed. "Seems like we are both falling in love with the wrong people..." "Seems so, yes..." A long beat of silence passed, in which you and Tom just looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes - until Tom cleared his throat. "It taught me something important, though." "Yeah?" "Yes... If I ever find myself in a romantic relationship again, I am going to keep it as private as possible. I think that was another reason why our relationship failed. The publicity, press, social media... It was too much." You nodded sadly. "Yeah... I know exactly what you mean..." You felt how Tom took your hand in his once more, causing you to meet his gaze again. "Let's not talk any further about our shitty and fucked up love life." Tom smiled and went to refill the wine glasses. "We got each other, don't we? And a huge movie project, which is going to be - without a doubt, astonishing." He lifted to clink his glass against yours for the second time that night. You smiled broadly. "Absolutely."

Needless to say, the rest of the evening was very cheerful. In between funny jokes, embarrassing college stories and casual small talk was every topic present. You and Tom really had a blast - and a whole bottle of Chardonnay; causing you both to get wine drunk and facing the consequences the next morning...

Tom awoke quite early on that Saturday morning. Blinking his eyes open, he adjusted to the early morning sun. He shifted and searched for his phone to check the time. That was the moment, when he realised that he ended up on the sofa the previous night; still clad in his jeans and shirt. The good thing was, that he remembered what happened last night. It was a bit hazy, but he still remembered... Eating Spaghetti with you. Talking the whole evening to you - and well, getting drunk with you. Slowly, he swung his legs over and sat up. His head throbbed immediately at this movement, causing him to hiss at the sharp pain. Fuck. Tom thought and looked around in search for you, but the only thing he found was his phone, laying on the floor beneath the sofa. He picked it up to check the time. Eight o'clock. The actor had probably never been more relieved before, that he didn't need to work today. Yawning, he stood up and wanted to find you first. So, he looked around his house. Luckily, Tom did find you. Deep asleep, literally knocked out in- He swallowed hard at the sight in front of him. In his bed. Tom had absolutely no idea how you got there but... It sent his heart almost skyrocketing. The Brit had to admit, that this was a sight he could definitely get used to. With a smile, he left his bedroom again; decided not to wake you and take a shower now. That was exactly what he did. The hot water managed to somehow wake him up, but he was still quite woozy and definitely out of it; the alcohol still coursing through his veins, fogging his brain. With not a single care in the world, he exited the shower. Lazily, Tom brushed his teeth, when his stomach growled, reminding him that it was probably time to eat something.

After he was finished, he closed the bathroom door shut behind himself and made his way towards the kitchen - when his body suddenly collided with another body, causing him to stumble back a bit. His eyes landed on the person he had just almost ran over. You. She must've gotten up while I was showering, the Brit thought. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Y/N, I... Good morning." He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "No, I'm sorry. It's my fault, I should've been more care... ful..." You trailed off, when you noticed Tom's appearance. It was obvious that he had just taken a shower. The scent of his shampoo and bodywash wafting through the air and hitting your olfactory nerves. It was intoxicating. You looked up at him, blinking; overwhelmed by the sudden situation you were thrown into. You desperately tried to not get distracted, but of course you couldn't help yourself. It was too tempting. You just had to ogle the handsome man standing in front of you...

Your eyes started their journey at his gorgeous face. Wet, short blonde-brown hair was curling itself on top of his head, causing a few droplets to run down the side of his face. Past those baby blue eyes, which were shining in the early morning sunlight. Over those razor-sharp cheekbones, shaved cheeks and defined jawline. The droplets dripped onto his bare chest, hungry eyes following them, as they grazed those strong pecs, pushing their way through the fine, curly hairs on his chest and down those delicious abs. You shortly feared that his cute belly button would stop the droplet you were particularly fallowing, but no, it didn't. Your eyes and the water droplet were able continue your journey. After passing his belly button, the droplet got a bit slowed down by the defined and trimmed line of dark hair - Tom's happy trail, before it disappeared beneath the fabric of the tow- Hold on for a second. That didn't look like a towel- Oh shit... Your eyes widened, before you quickly averted them; cheeks turning beet red. Tom didn't wear a towel. He wore nothing, was completely naked. Your brain was a mess; moments away from just short-circuiting. Your co-star, friend, crush - hence, probably the man of your dreams, was standing in front of you, without a single piece of clothing. Tom noticed the change of your facial expression - and suddenly had a very bad assumption... The actor blinked, trying to get his thoughts together. "I-I sincerely hope and pray to god that t-there's a towel covering m-my..." Tom trailed off, still in some kind of haze, entirely starstruck. You swallowed hard, trying desperately not to look. You shook your head, completely tensed up. "N-No... There, uh... There i-isn't a t-towel..." Tom squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks turning deep red in sheer endless embarrassment. "Fuck..." His brain, which had suddenly been kickstarted, due to the shocking realisation, that he stood in front of the woman he had more than likely fallen in love with - butt naked, told him to react and to just do something. Preferably cover it. Eyes widening in shock, he quickly moved his hands in front of his crotch, covering his most private parts. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the Brit thought. He felt not just utterly embarrassed of his stupid, headless behaviour, no, he also felt idiotic for probably messing up the miniature chance he had to somehow conquer that beautiful woman's heart. Well... He more than likely just forfeited that chance. "I-I'm so sorry, I... I-I'm g-going to..." Tom stuttered, gesturing with his head towards his bedroom. You understood, of course. "Y-Yeah..." Still with cheeks as red as a tomato, he walked towards his bedroom, closing the door quickly behind himself. He leaned against the cool wooden surface, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Fuck.

Little did Tom know, that this little incident didn't forfeit his chance. Not at all... It rather increased it. Sure, it was an awkward situation, but you would lie if you were saying that you didn't enjoy this little... show. Tom was more than just handsome; hotter than a volcano. Ten minutes later, after getting his shit somehow together and dressed, he reappeared, immediately apologising for his behaviour. From that point on, everything seemed to be... not quite the same. The incident definitely changed the relationship. Although, neither you, nor Tom could point a finger on what it was exactly.

Breakfast was... awkward, to say the last. You and Tom ate in quiet; both of you trying to play off what had happened twenty minutes ago. In the end, you both decided to just pretend it never happened, although it affected you and Tom.

Later on, Tom decided to accompany you back to the hotel in which you stayed. "You really don't have to do that, Tom, really." He shook his head, giving you a soft smile. "I insist. It's the least I can do, after getting you wine drunk yesterday." You stifled a giggle. "It was my decision too, you know." "Yes, but nevertheless. Please." "Okay."

Said and done. You and Tom got ready to go out and headed for the hotel you were staying in. It wasn't a long walk, probably twenty minutes, stopping a few meters away from the big, fancy entrance. "Thanks, Tom." You stated with a smile. "For everything. For dinner. For listening to me. For breakfast. For walking me 'home'..." A boyish smile tugged at the Brit's lips. "Even for getting you wine drunk?" You laughed, "Even for that, yes." causing Tom to chuckle as well. "You're welcome, darling - and uh..." He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry again for... You know..." You waved him off, felt the blood rush into your cheeks. "It's okay, really. Such things happen after getting drunk, so..." The man nodded, although still felt like a total idiot. Before the awkward silence was able to get even more awkward, Tom cleared his throat. "Alright, um... I'll head back now. Enjoy the weekend. I'll see you on Monday." "Yes, sure. You too. See you on Monday." Both of you leaned in to embrace each other in a friendly hug, before Tom turned on his heels and walked back to his home.

Unbeknownst to them, didn't stay their little walk and hug unnoticed... A man with curly red hair had witnessed the scenes in front of his eyes, from where he stood across the street of Tom's house. He was of course quick to draw his camera to snap pictures. Y/N Hemsworth leaving her co-star Tom Hiddleston's house? That piqued the journalist's interest, of course. He followed them secretly, witnessed the hug and snapped another few pictures. For him, the situation was obvious. Smirking at the seemingly new discovered secret, he fished his mobile out of the pocket of his jeans to call his boss. "Hello?" "Well, good morning to you, too, Kate." "Why are you calling me this early on a Saturday morning, Pete? I hope you've got a good reason for that." Pete's smirk widened. "Oh indeed, I have. I just snapped a few interesting pictures of our British sunny boy with his so-called co-star." "Hiddleston and Hemsworth?" Pete nodded, although Kate wasn't able to see it. "Exactly. Take a look at the pictures I sent you." "Alright, give me a minute." A beat of silence passed, before Kate's voice echoed through the line once again. "Ohh, Pete, Pete, Pete... Those pictures are a game changer!" She exclaimed, "Well, well, look at that... Is Y/N now into London boys? Barely four months separated from her football sweetheart and now that... Angling herself Britain's hottest actor, my my..." and chuckled maliciously. "Pete, you're my golden boy! This headline is going to be terrific!"

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Tag Game Wednesday

Hi hello, I'm so excited for the return of weekly tag games! Thank you @deedala for the tag and for starting this up! Thank you to @transmickey for the tag as well! 😊

Name: Keely

Age: 28

Favorite color: It changes! Today I’m going with emerald green.

What emoji best describes your current mood? 🤪

What season is it where you are right now? Fall/autumn!

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before 😔

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? No 😔

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? I’ve never painted one! I’d be down to give that a go.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? Caramel pumpkin brûlée breve from Dutch Bros (iced of course).

What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? Okay BIG question because spring has always been my favorite season, BUT…it might actually be fall now? I associate spring with some kind of berry pie and fall with pumpkin (duh).

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? I’d love to bring some kind of homemade baked good. Warning, I might end up just buying a pack of cookies instead 😬

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? 😠 you can pry my iced beverages from my frozen hands. If I must have a hot drink, I’m a big hot chocolate fan.

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? Yes! No! It needs to be work appropriate and I’m trying to find the balance of dressed up but not TOO dressed up 👀

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? I’ve made a lot of progress on my tropes challenge fic and I love that thing like I imagine I would love my child.

This was so fun, I’m so happy, and I’m tagging @darlingian, @too-schoolforcool, @suchagallabitch, @leave-a-whisper, @energievie, @ian-galagher, and @sweetbee78!

hehehehehehe y'all thought i was done

ok so @judyismydog brought up this point on one of my posts abt Peter and Edmund, and i have SO many thoughts about how, throughout "Prince Caspian", we see Edmund and Peter's relationship growing closer, while Susan and Lucy grow further apart!!!!

i think "Prince Caspian" does a really great job of showing how the siblings' dynamics have changed because of their time in Narnia without really showing us anything. We get the feeling that the four trust one another more, they have each other's backs, they're a unit.

However, with Peter and Edmund, it's like they have a mental connection, they're able to tell the other's next move and communicate without words. Peter's much more trusting of Edmund, he believes him (as compared with how he acted in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", when he called Edmund a liar).

Meanwhile, you have Susan and Lucy, who have gone from having a very close sister relationship to now having a bit more of a struggle connecting. Susan's struggling to believe Lucy when she says that Aslan has a plan, she's more hesitant and uncertain. This is compared to the first movie, where Susan, after a bit of hesitation, followed after Lucy and followed her lead.

this divide + closeness is shown REALLY well whenever we see the four together after meeting up with Caspian!

First off, Edmund and Peter stick together as much as possible. They rarely separate, always standing beside each other or running after one another. The only time they are apart is when Edmund goes to confront Miraz, and then he's right back at Peter's side.

Meanwhile, Lucy and Susan start separating much more.

This shot of Edmund, Peter, Caspian, and Lucy had me noticing something:

whenever they're in their throne lineup, before the battle, either Susan or Lucy is missing, and Caspian is standing in their place. Here, he's standing in Susan's place, and then, before the actual battle, he's in Lucy's place.

Susan separates her and Lucy when they're looking for Aslan, staying behind while Lucy goes on ahead (perhaps a bit of unintentional foreshadowing to how Susan stays behind in our world while Lucy goes onto Aslan's Country 👀)

During the duel, Edmund is pretty much GLUED to Peter's side whenever he's not fighting. He's supporting him, both emotionally and physically, and Peter is revealing some of his worst fears to his brother ("what happens in our world when you die here?"), showing how much trust he has in his brother!

now I'm getting into how the costumes show this separation/connection, because i really don't think it was intentional, but there's a lot to discuss there!

this shot from their entrance into Aslan's How really shows it perfectly:

Susan and Lucy's costumes in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" were very cohesive, usually matching tones of blues and greens, but here, from the moment they step into their Narnian clothes, they're already separated.

like, look at the outfits we saw the two wear in the first movie:

they matched!!! even though their coronation cloaks were different colors, they were still a pair, and it was obvious.

but not in "Prince Caspian"...

Lucy is in the very vibrant red orange dress, whereas Susan is in a much cooler purple. yes, the colors compliment each other, but the vibrancy of Lucy's dress vs. the muted tones of Susan's dress really separates the two of them, as well as separating Lucy from her brothers. However, we see throughout the movie that Lucy's relationship with her brothers is still quite close, and they defer to her quite a bit.

Peter and Edmund's shirts are in matching tones of dark purple-ish brown and blue. They go together, there's a clear connection there. Those shirts were probably made in their early years as rulers, and whoever made them probably made them for the kings to match together.

(also, Peter and Lucy's outfits match in color almost perfectly, and Lucy's brighter red orange compliments Edmund's brighter blue, leaving Susan the odd one out slightly as her purple isn't necessarily the right shade to match with Edmund's blue)

then, of course, you have Peter and Edmund's armor matching almost identically.

and i've gone into the outfits at the end of the movie, prior to their return to our world, but i need to discuss them again:

Susan and Lucy's colors once again feel disjointed compared to Peter and Edmund.

Lucy's darker green and bright floral pattern really contrasts against Susan's pale blue and very light (i think it's white) floral pattern. Just like how Lucy's red orange dress separated her from her siblings, this time, it's Susan's pale blue dress that separates her from the other three.

(which is really interesting considering the outfits we see for a brief moment during the parade at the end of the movie)

like once again the colors are a bit disjointed, but even then, with Lucy's pink dress and Susan's red, they still match! the styles of their dresses are similar, the sleeves are similar styles, even their hair is styled the same!!

during this last scene, it's so different.

Peter and Edmund match. Peter's almost grey blue shirt with Edmund's dark green pairs perfectly, and if Lucy was standing between them, or beside Edmund, they'd be a very cohesive group.

and just look at how perfectly Lucy and Edmund match:

their colors compliment each other, even though Lucy's dress is a more vibrant green, the more muted light green on her sleeves pairs with Edmund's!!

But Susan's dress, being so light, it's almost jarring. The color, the style, it doesn't match her siblings at all, which I think is really interesting

(also kind of connected but not really, the dress Lucy wears when she dreams of being Susan in "The Dawn Treader" is basically a version of this dress, the light blue and white floral pattern, and now i'm going to cry)

and finally, the image that started it all:

LOOK at how they're standing! they're still in their throne order, but there's like the smallest bit of room between Peter and Edmund, their arms are pretty much touching, but Susan and Lucy have quite a bit of pace between them, they're not standing close together like they did when they were in Narnia.

yeah i've just over-analyzed this entire movie and now i'm very emotional and need 3-5 business days to recover <3

Heyo ^-^ I hope you're recovering well!

What are the silliest (modern or otherwise) headcanons you have for the deadmen as a group? Shenanigans and such 👀

Howdy and thank you, both for the ask and for the well wishes. I realized just now that I'm not sure if I ever posted about it, but I made a full recovery! Not only that, but during my 3-month check-up my cerebellum looked astoundingly normal, and my headaches have quieted down considerably. I couldn't be happier, I have so much more energy now.

Anyways, onto the shenanigans! If we start with the war-era ones, they absolutely had the most dramatic snowball fights in history. Like they'd go all in on it, cue absolute chaos. Same with water fights. And fallen leaves. And seaweed (my family used to have this game of throwing seaweed at each other on the beach, I highly recommend). If it is non-lethal and can be thrown or splashed, they've probably thrown it at each other. During the war they'd probably have to wear disguises or play characters to stay hidden, both from Mevolent's forces and mortals. Some of them would be better at it than others, namely Larrikin and Erskine. One very silly headcanon I have is that sometimes, if a battle is still going on or they have to clean up after it, but mortals are heading that way, they'll get Anton to pretend to be a ghost. This is a role he plays exceedingly well, especially if he's used the gist. He's quite scary, but in a quiet way, and he has that indescribeable sadness about him that ghosts also harbor. He'll just stand on the road, look haunting and speak vaguely to any passersby so that they turn right back around. I feel like the Sanctuary might have put on plays to boost morale, and the Dead Men would obviously participate when not on a mission. Larrikin and Erskine go full on theatre kid mode to a scary extent. Skulduggery goes theatre kid mode to a less scary but more insufferable degree. Ghastly likes making costumes, Anton and Hopeless also prefer doing backstage stuff. Hopeless makes sure that everything is ready for scene changes, while Anton works the curtains (he also participates in making props!). Dexter and Saracen always ask for minor roles and always have fun doing them. The plays range from pretty good to total disaster, but they are effective in boosting morale.

Then for some not necessarily war-era shenanigans: They keep their habit of throwing stuff at each other (of course they do). Both during the modern era and war era, they'd probably play some music, do pranks, tell stories and get weirdly competitive at sports/board games/ card games. Do NOT give them Monopoly. A common prank they'd do is pile tiny items on top of any unfortunate soul who has passed out or fallen asleep among them. Skulduggery commonly wakes up from meditating with a meticulously built tower of pencils on top of his head. I also feel like they've all done drag at least once. Larrikin's genderfluid so for them it's not always drag, sometimes they present feminine because they identify as feminine, but sometimes they do drag because it's fun and the vibes are different. Out of all of them I think Dexter and Saracen are the most likely to do actual drag shows. Anton wouldn't step foot on a stage but has, on several occasions, donned an Edwardian mourning dress, not to mourn anyone but simply for the vibes. I mean that is peak fashion. When Valkyrie joins the Dead Men they all go either weird (positive) uncle mode, mom friend mode or dad friend mode. In an ideal world I'd like to see her go do fun activities with them. Like bowling! It would end in some sort of minor disaster but it would be fun regardless. Or perhaps a kayak outing, which also ends in a minor disaster but is fun regardless? There is a certain pattern there.

I am so glad i managed to find another person who enjoys collars as much as I do 👀

Although not normally your scene, you decided to go to a neighborhood Halloween party. You go alone, your friends unable to join you today due to various reasons. Which bums you out a bit, but the party is surprisingly fun solo. The snacks are good, and everyone in costumes of some kind really spice things up.

Me and you bump into each other at the snack bar, and you take a liking to my black cat costume. Your eyes are drawn to my collar, a black velvet fabric with pretty red gems equally spaced embedded in it. I let you touch my tail, the fur is so soft. My tail subtlety twitches under your touch. It's so life-like! Almost as if it's not a costume at all…

Your eyes keep wandering back to my collar, and I take notice. I ask if you want to try one on, you agree eagerly. I take you to a quiet and unused room, and pull out a pouch from my pants pocket. I open the pouch, pulling out a collar, similar to my own. Only difference being the gems that are embedded into it are blue-green in color. I slip it around your neck, and you near immediately feel a rush of sensations flood your mind and body.

A tingling radiates across your skin, your hands and legs shake, as scales sprout from your hands and feet, crawling up your limbs. You feel a shift in your mouth, your canines becoming sharper, your tongue changing as well. Your vision wobbles, your pupils taking a new shape. Your body shifts, as some muscle and fat is redistributed. Your tail bone extends, and soon enough you have a long scaly tail.

I pull my pants down and stroke myself as you change. Not just due to your transformation turning me on, but also because of how good i've been to carry out my mate's wishes. I've been a good boy for him, being a perfect cumdump cocksleeve. However, he has been wanting somewhere to deposit his clutch. My transformation makes me incompatible with his eggs, but you are shaping up to be perfect for him…

Once the collar has done its work, you're laying on the floor panting. Your new scaly body brings arousal and ideas you never thought you'd ever consider. Your underwear and pants are soaked. You moan in desperation, your womb is just too empty. It'd feel so much better if your belly was stuffed full of eggs, wouldn't it? Thankfully I have a solution to your problem.

Still stroking myself, I call my mate. After a brief conversation, he is on his way. A shiver runs up my spine in anticipation. He had been saving himself for over a month now. Waiting for me to get the perfect incubator for him. He must have so much saved up…

I stroke myself faster at the thought of getting to watch him pump egg after egg into your womb, him flooding your insides with cum, your belly growing with every one of his orgasms. I cum just thinking about how he'll use you. How you'll be nothing but a warm hole to stuff full of offspring and seed.

After tonight, you'll be lucky to even walk once he's done with you~

oh, fuck, yes -

giving in to the transformation, realising with a wave of fear and wonder that no, that is no costume at all - but it all feels so good, letting myself becoming something else - whimpering, whining as I watch you get off, squirming eagerly on the floor, twitching and dripping - so much heat inside me, but you're just mocking me there... no idea what's coming, or how good I'll feel once the awful, awful wait is over...

To continue on the hair/androgynous discussion: Glad you're in agreement! I feel like long hair and a wiry frame like he has now fit Deku a lot better as a person, and I just plain think he looks prettier like that. Honestly, for a man who says he's not well versed on the subject of romance and isn't good at drawing pretty characters, Horikoshi seems to rock at both. Even when it comes to making looks for guys that are actually androgynous and characters who have both masculine and feminine traits, he's a lot better than many shows/media that try to portray that. I'm guessing that's because he's great at character design. I'm concluded that Horikoshi either purposefully misleads people in his public statements or has a low self esteem, because he tends to way better at these things than he gives himself credit for. Which, coming from a writer, would make sense. I often have a really hard time looking at my work objectively, no matter how good people say it is. As for Deku not having a fashion sense: Fair. I like how Katsuki appears more traditionally masculine but is better at fashion and more open about emotional conversations generally, where Deku appears more traditionally feminine but is horrible at fashion and bad at emotional conversations. Part of why I can only see their future being as a duo, even years ago before the manga started hinting at that. Their personality traits, appearances and narrative roles often hint towards them being equals and partners. I don't mean this in a romantic way, but they often parallel/compliment each other perfectly. Also: Those photos you had were epic 😍. Watch me spread my long haired Deku agenda to the rest of you XD. I suppose I could be a bit less vocal about it, but over the years I've learned that if you want something done you have to do it yourself. Therefore, I'm spreading this agenda with the thin veneer of it being a cool parallel to Shigaraki 😁. To be fair to Deku, I think his recent look is pretty cool though. Obviously it needs some cleaning up, but it has a good aesthetic. Additionally, it pays homage to All Might while allowing Deku to be his own hero. My problem with his old costume was that it was paying homage to All Might without incorporating anything from Deku as an individual. I also think it would just generally be a good message that both of our favorite wonder duo boys go to extremes and need to change. Often when shows have a character like Katsuki, the pressure is all on that person to change while the protagonist stays the same. I was thinking, if Deku made the ears of his costume look more purposefully jagged and made it darker instead of just dirty/stained, he'd have a good thing going. The ears are like All Might, but incorporating the jagged look is a reminder to the war and everything associated with it. Finally, Deku's not a fashionable person but I like to think Katsuki's influence would help. He's changed his outfit up the most out of all of the characters, his parents are in the fashion business and he tends to criticize/comment on people's looks the most out of everyone. Imagine: Bkdk dating post war, Katsuki keeps getting annoyed at Izuku's lack of fashion sense and keeps interfering. It reminds me of an old married couple fussing at each other for the millionth time, and it would show that they've become much closer. Therefore, as Deku gets older his outfits gain more of a sense of fashion, mostly due to the real hero here: Katsuki XD.

HSVSIJD I LOVE THAT HC SM LMAO

They really do act like an old married couple in so many ways (another trope perhaps 👀) even in canon. I love them sm

I think his best hero outfit was actually his undercover outfit from the newest movie

Bc it still fits the bunny aesthetic he’s got going on (and subtly paying homage to allmight) but separates itself from his other outfit which is very… allmight to say the least lol.

It’s very obvious that Katsuki helped him with it in some way, or at the very least he worked with other designers to make it fit well.

I think the hood and color scheme is my personal favorite parts. (I’m a color nerd lol) the colors also match his hair and the grey accents match it really well to not make it SUPER STARK in the color difference.

Though, the goofy calf part always makes me giggle a bit bc it looks like he has chicken feet ISBKSJDKD

I think the main reason why this version is so lacking compared to his current version is because of the color and also just like, the actual symbolism he has within his outfit?

And I don’t mean Izuku’s symbolism within his hero suit TO US

I mean that his actual hero suit is designed to be practical over actually meaning anything. (I’ll probably make a post all about how Izuku’s outfits are important symbolism wise throughout the series at some point but not rn lol)

Anyway, with this version he’s actually giving homage to other people! Aside from all might.

There’s the Gran Torino cape, and then the added red accents for Katsuki, and the ripped up dirtiness for the war.

Before it was more of internalized symbolism for how Izuku views himself. Now, it’s actual symbolism that he CHOSE, showing that he’s becoming his own hero.

omg do tell more about the devils Halloween party and them having fun 👀

Yeahhhh, but Timo and Emma are parents now.. so their fun time is limited at the party.

The thing with being a parent and being out without your kid is you feel like a part of you is missing when they aren't there. At least that is how I feel right now. And tired. So tired while counting down the minutes until Lio's 1:00am nursing time.

I am sitting on a chair next to Lexi while our husbands stand on the other sides of us, chatting with Erik Haula and Jack Hughes. I try to stifle my fifth yawn in ten minutes but fail and let it widen my mouth to suck more oxygen in. Timo's hand comes to my neck, digging his thumb into where it meets my shoulder. I tilt my face up to him and he nods in unspoken agreement. He is tired too.

"That was fun." I say to him as he drives us back to our apartment. We are working on building a house in the suburbs, but it isn't done yet and won't be until closer to the end of the season.

"Yeah, the costumes were a hit." He chuckles. " I feel like I missed out on some American pop culture by not watching this show."

"I've been rewatching it during Lio's late night feedings." I confess. Since the pre-season started, Timo stopped joining me for the middle of the night tasks. He nods in response, reaching to lace our fingers together.

"I can take his feeding tonight. I saw there are like four bottles in the fridge for him." This is what John Marino wishes he could compete with. A real man who does what he can to help without being asked.

"I would appreciate that. Thank you." I lean my head into the headrest, looking at him as the street lights illuminate slices of his face when we pass. "Guess it's a good think I picked you again this year and not John. He doesn't know how to change a diaper." Timo tisks.

"What a tool."

"You ever going to forgive him for the one ass grab?"

"Not if he keeps bringing it up."

Jesus Christ I am so glad I maxed Longan and their pet before this change. Moonlight and TK are now going to take forever and a day, though. 😞

I keep seeing people on Reddit claiming it's "cheaper" -- my ass. I could level an epic cookie, then their pet, with the 2900/1900 crystal chests while racking up mileage to level a legendary and their pet at the same time while also getting randoms that I could level for trials purposes. That is technically cheaper than focusing all gems on one cookie/pet and one cookie/pet only. Especially for legendaries--100k+ gems sunk into one cookie. I really doubt those potions are going to be common. It was more F2P friendly, imo, as a F2P. And from what I can tell at a glance, and having done it, quicker to grind.

Which I guess makes sense, people running mobile games need $$$ to keep the games running, and this will either turn people away from the game or make them spend more cash.

"But they needed to get rid of the gacha to remain legal in countries that ban loot boxes" 👀 costume gacha and treasure gacha were and are both worse regarding the whole gambling thing, plus CRK still has its gachas untouched. At least the pet/cookie gacha chests let you pick an option with 100% certainty that you would get some copies of that option (and then the mileage, further certainty for further copies...), whereas the best you can do for costume is pull on banner, and treasure's 1900 gem special option only lets you pick for a higher chance.

Awww lol where are y'all going like out or something? Hiking or something or is it just hot xD

Ah yeah it's just hot lol xD

Oop o.o

I mean yeah like both of you have valid points of view but with hers it's about the current life and that's what Lim chose so you have to respect that

If she changes her mind in the future then she changes her mind but ://

Oop 😬

Shaun you have to just let it go

Yeeeah nahh he's not gonna xdd

True though you have to work with people you don't like sometimes lol

OOP o.o

Yes it is your responsibility xddd but more importantly OOP o.o

Also that she said no to shut up 👀👀👀😳

Dang girl xdd

I mean no need to escalate but also aight go off xdd

Anyway!!! That's it for the promo, and therefore the last thoughts :)). Now time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode! I thought it was really good :).

OKAY YES I procrastinated on this a bunch so it'll be super short to get it out before tonight xD

LIM

AGGHhh I feel so bad for herrr with that guy, UGH I knew he'd hurt her. Anyway, I'm glad she made the right choice for her :). But if it changes in the future, then it changes.

What's her face who's name I can never remember! I'm happy she talked to Lim, gave her that new perspective.

Perez! Okay, that is an okay reason lol. I'm honestly proud of him and happy for him for knowing what's right for him.

And for Jordan, I'm relieved she was okay with it. I'm also glad they're still friends :D!

Asher, yes I will be taking advantage of that whump 😌 lol. Anyway, I don't remember much about what Asher, Park, and Morgan did this episode, but yeah xdd (I just skipped through a bit for a refresher). Oh! And that scene at the beginning where he was singing with he girl was SOO cute :DDD!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love him so much.

I'm glad Glassman FINALLY talked to Shaun, and supported him in the end. I'm assuming he'll really have to after Lim denying this - I don't think Shaun will take it well. Also, his and Lea's conversation <33.

Also Morgan helping Lim pick an outfit was so sweet :'DD!! That's my girls right there 🥰🥰. Also all the girls in the elevator, lol xD.

And Lea helping out with getting the bio dad!!! That was great, though poor guy for being harassed lol xDD. Nah, seriously, I'm glad they got him to get tested and donate, and it's nice that he didn't tell her right then. And Lea's talk with Shaun at the end was great :').

Park's case with the brothers was so sad :((. I'm glad it ended up working out (the best it could, anyway), and that Shaun agreed to talk to them, but it was still sad :(. It had some super sweet moments though :')

I don't remember seeing Andrews much? Besides when talking with Lim. I'm really happy and proud of him for making sure they left Lim alone about it, telling her she didn't have to stay, etc. Really good of him :).

Shaun! I think he's gonna have a really hard time accepting Lim's decision. The ending nearly made me cry - it's really, really just not freaking fair. It sucks (it sucks so much) but that's how it is. And based on the promo, he's not getting over it that easy.

Overall, I loved the episode! I thought it was really good, there were a lot of decisions made and things done by people that I really liked and am proud of them for :). Also all their costumes were AMAZING. Asher's especially was adorable, and Park's suited him really well. It just seems like the kind of costume he would wear, and I thought the gloves were fun xD. And I liked how they incorporated Halloween, even though they obviously couldn't do TOO much since it's a surgery show lol. But when you air on Halloween you can't pass that opportunity up, you know xD? Anyway, I loved the drama of that punching scene, the cases were great, and the storyline continues, but everyone's anger has dimmed a bit, which I like. Hopefully we're on the road to happy little hospital family again :).

So yeah! Great episode, and not just a good normal episode, but a great Halloween episode. I'm excited to see where the story goes next! This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 5: Growth Opportunities

It was a really good episode. I'm really excited for the next one! The title seems apt, in a literal sense that is. I'll be back next time for my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 6: Hot and Bothered

See you then!

I'm sure you or someone else has talked about it but I am very 👀👀👀 about all the yellow and stripes around Eddie as he stands under the solar system mobile but still in the shady part of the room, while Buck is bathed in sunlight, but holding a dinosaur with another one over his shoulder.

Eddie is moving forward, slowly but isn't to the end of the journey yet, though the choice to constantly have Buck illuminated when Eddie is looking at him tells us where his journey is headed.

And the dinosaurs being used in relation to Ana and Shannon and Eddie's relationships to them being "dead"/in the past/not viable, now suddenly appearing in Buck's hand in the episode his dying relationship comes to a head? When we see the old tay kay who has not changed? When Chris is nowhere to be seen?

The 911 set designers literally never miss!

HEY!!!!!!

I always know its going to be good when you pop up in my inbox and this doesn't disappoint!!

I got a few different asks about various things in Christophers room so I'm mid writing an epic Christopher meta looking at his room and his costumes - I was trying to get it done before I came on holiday, but time got away from me. So hang tight - something is coming which will look at all you've asked above!!! I will tag you in the post once its done, because its all so very interesting and once I started I couldn't stop and more tuff came up!!

But you're right - the various team - set, props, wardrobe - they never ever miss!!

Long ask, more like an idea dumpster fire, cuz i was send on a brain rot over your ghost AU and also do love the history and story telling:

Tango being in his stage costume when he died tickle my brain the right way. Him being in it in his afterlife, messed up and burned ofc, but his stage costume just can't leave me. No idea if someone said that, but it make sense to me that he would be still wearing it after the shooting of the show, therefor when the smoking accident happened. Was to Tierd to change in the studio, didn't make it to the house to do so there. Tho it also might be my magpie brain speaking for the need of Tango in a sparkly red suit, even better sparkly red TAILCOAT.

Also the fact that his show lasted one season without him, actually shows that he was, in fact, unreplaceable and i think it's neat like, it kinda shows that the watch rate dropped enough so it wasn't giving the money to make more of it, so maybe the fans couldn't bring themselves to watch it without thier beloved host that past in so tragedy and so sudden? So the show just stopped airing after they shoot that one season with the coworker. And maybe if the show was popular enough maybe it shine some light into smoking and how dengerous it might get if you don't handle your trash correctly.

I can imagine that since Ren died in his sleep, his really not happy about spending the rest of his afterlife in his PJs, which from my like 10 minutes research on the topic, would be something similar to

-something between boxers and shorts

-eventually a shirt

Don't know what would be funnier, he constantly whining about it or some scenerio in which he ended up sleeping fully dressed and getting killed at the same time.

Also the "they thought they angered the god" is very on spot since many rulers where though as chosen by the God so revolting against them was like revolting against the GOD, tho it was more for the kings and emparors, but i can totally see illiterate town folks going crazy like "John the butcher was in silly goofy mood and killed the Lord that ruled over our home lands for the KING or someone who rules over him for the KING it's almost like killing the KING, JOHN"

The "Zombie Cleo" might as well be a title Bloody Mary style. Since the word "Zombie" wasn't used in English till late 1920', it could originate as "Undead Cleo" or something similar (which would refer to her sickly looks), that got changed into zombie with the age of internet. She might even be a local legend or something! Like a ghost hounding the castle, and since the castle is gone by now, she's hounding the streets

The unsolved, mysterious murder of the previous resident of the house might be a key reason why Pearl get to buy it so easy - it was cheap (the murder houses are more likely to be sold cheap cuz the crime lowers it's value bc most people don't want to live in it) and nice looking, and she was sure not scared of some old story (if she even knew it, sometimes it's getting hidden bc most people doesn't want to live in the murder house). And maybe they stayed in it after they find that it's hounded bc of that fact - let it be some contract that they signed or they wanted to help to uncover the mystery

For Etho, I wonder if in they future the knowledge of ghosts is common. Aka Does Ethos knew that he become a ghost or didn't and he thought that his trapped in between time and space or some shit that was blame on time travel and for millions of years he kept talking to himself with hope that some of his buddies from future will pick up and get him out, and eventually someone answered but and that someone was Joel 👀

Also, Etho struggling with keeping himself in one piece, but it's done for comedy not for angst, Jimmy manhandling one of the ghosts, falling on him, his body shatters like a glass figure, the head is rolling to the other corner of the house never to be seen again for the next week. It would be even more funny if he kept teleporting parts to random places unintentionally as a side effect of unsuccessful teleportation from a dinosaur's mouth. Just Etho functioning on a cartoon logic (Bdubs would probably also function on the cartoon logic, i imagine him bounce around like his a jack-in-the-box)

Actually the traditional and most commonly used method to execute a witch in Europe (therefore UK) was to burn her on the stake. That was the method used basically since beginning till the end of witch hunts. Sometimes they added gunpowder to kill her faster so she wouldn't suffer (gunpowder gets heated, explodes, instant death, no burning alive) the hanging is purely American thing (if not purely Salem thing, literally everything that i can find on hanging witches is about Salem). Do with this information whatever you want U_U

Jimmy the one legged ghost to Jimmy the phantom with phantom pains pipeline. Does it make sense? Absolutely not, his a ghost why on earth does he feel pain of any kind he doesn't have any nerves. But to be fair when your missing a leg there's no nerves in it either so. Anyways writing it just for the irony of a ghosts with ghostly pain in his non existing leg. Also i think it would be freaking sad if Jimmy sometimes was forgetting that he doesn't have that leg not only bc he died shortly after he lost it but especially bc his a ghost and he have (probably) no body weight what so ever so he still just doesn't notice sometimes.

The idea of Scott thinking that his really drunk at first, and he shouldn't drink so much at the party cuz now his sick in the bathroom, looking like a mess, alone, and if he will not get himself together in the next couple of minutes he will start the new millennium like so. The idea of Scott thinking that he will welcome 2001 with a terrible hangover, and will swear to never get drunk that bad even again, just to die 2 second into the year.

I think i run out of things to say, so for the exodus i will just say: I adore the mantal image of Joel, an unhinged looking viking, loosing his viking mind over seeing Oli The Theater Kid. And most important everyone who's younger then Grain/Scar having absolutely not a clue what's going on.

Have a nice day, good person of Trafficblr, sorry for the rambling it 3am

this ask literally made me so happy that i got lightheaded and had to take a break from reading it i literally love this so much you don’t understand

everything about this is perfect and i love it and “unsuccessful teleportation from a dinosaur’s mouth” is my new favourite sentence

thank you for the information on european witch executions!! i’ve only ever researched american ones sooo

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts !! it was so fun to read and i’m very glad that you take your time to think about this au !! honestly it’s so cool to see how people see this

The fact that all the theories made by the fans are more cohesive and makes more sense than some of the writing choices this season makes me wanna scream like really is impressive how people came with new theories on the spot after every clip they release especially when they are unpredictable as they are

ahh the universal skamverse experience <3 long post under the cut

maybe it’s bc i went into this with very low expectations (in ep one i said realistically this will probably be a 7.5/10 season at best), maybe it’s bc a maya season seemed impossible so i’m having a ball just seeing her every day, maybe it’s bc this is the last skam season i’ll be watching live, but i’m honestly not that mad rn about how it’s going? like the general season arc i mean, bc there’s definitely big issues with how specific things have been handled (the activism being the most obvious, but even “lesser” missteps like the little to zero focus on her time in foster care when that traumatized her too??) i’m disappointed and annoyed and exhausted and constantly sweating lmao but also like..in terms of maya’s one step forward two steps back growth + learning to open up and let people in + allowing herself to feel every emotion arc etc, i’m fairly satisfied, and i’m glad suzie didn’t have to die for it to happen.

is there a specific theory and missed direction you’re referring to? 👀 bc i think ep6 being a pov switch ep was the literal worst thing they could’ve done even if there is an 11th ep so maya gets her full ten eps. leaving her pov was a massive momentum killer + completely unnecessary move. we could’ve understood how lola was feeling by staying in maya’s pov*, and even if they do end up going with ‘i was confused/numb/feeling like i couldn’t trust you anymore’, having that confusion etc be from lola’s pov made it feel so concrete that now they REALLY need to stick that landing with the long awaited heart to heart convo clip lol. also again everything with the activism bc i’m not sure what the conclusion will be. maya’s so disillusioned with the asso and their actions rn that the only thing i can think will reignite that passion is the mall not being built after all? so they’ll either be saying that art installations and approx fifty people chanting in costumes managed to do the trick lmao orrrr it was maya’s truck smashing, in which case she’ll be vindicated, the asso will change tactics, and the plot will, in retrospect, have been about radical activism vs performative activism, even though all of the radical stuff (fence throwing + truck smashing) so far has been framed as part of her irrational emotional breakdown/s???? like. they’ve written themselves into a corner here. ofc the best ending and what i want would be the asso switching tactics but the framing so far would make that a weird choice? and also unlikely to happen 🙄 (oh and they had her in so many assos in 6/7, like she was teaching literacy to immigrants at one point?? i wish we’d seen her other groups too)

*really the only clip that episode that maybe wouldn’t have worked in maya’s pov was eliott’s cameo, which…probably says it all lol. like that could’ve been a viri-nora style bonus clip, or it could’ve just. not happened onscreen. like you see the selfies and know they’ve talked, and lola mentions it later bc of how it’s informed her decisions. or if you had to include him, have him be the special party guest, not the nurse, and connect him with maya that way so it’s not as weird when she gets advice from him etc.