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THE X FILES | Excelsis Dei (2.11)
#the x files#txf#txfedit#xfilesnet#dailytxf#tvedit#cinemapix#dailyflicks#dana scully#fox mulder#mine#excelsis dei#2x11#you ever forget that mulder canonically has a prn addiction?#gotta be one of my favorite recurring bits#and my favorite mulderism#love that little freak
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HAPPY CAPTAIN AMERICA DAY
You probably can’t tell this from my blog, but this is like, *my* movie. It’s just…my movie. Everyone associates me with this movie, just like they associate me with Vox and Taylor Swift. I’ve seen this movie, an insurmountable amount of times, to the point of where I know the line of just about every single character, I remember when all the little music cues come in, and my entire existence is just…LITTERED with traces of this movie. I’ve tried so hard to get my claws on merch and items from this specific era of movie, and obviously, with it being 10 years old now, that’s incredibly difficult to do. It’s weird, I feel inferior most days, because my favorite things don’t really “stack up” against other people’s favorites, especially with me being so involved in the art ‘world’. Like, it’s very difficult to explain why this is my favorite movie. Because there is no meaning to it by the majority of people’s standards. But this is the movie that made me want my own TV show. The camera angles when Steve talks on the PA system are just…I can’t even. Chris Evans’ delivery choice on “absolute control”, coupled with the complete lack of outside sound, were jaw dropping to me 10 years ago, and they still have the exact same effect on me now. The witty banter between Nat and Steve actually being smart and witty, and not just “witty for the sake of her being pretty”, also stuck out to me. The mall dialogue is one of my most favorite little story telling pockets I’ve ever seen. She was funny in her own way. Yes, the physical impracticalities of Natasha in this movie still irritate me, (her hair when she comes out of Sam’s bathroom? Really? Come on.) but it characterized her a hell of a lot better than the other movies did. (Aside from her own.) Another thing I always loved, was the absence of references to other parts of Marvel at the time. Like yeah it had references, but they were absolutely necessary not just to the plot, but also for the audience to start understanding Steve as a character. His little hint of exasperation on “Stark?” while still remaining cordial with Nick, is *chefs kiss*. That ONE single line, conveys all of his feelings about Tony up to that point in time: he knows he’s damn good at what he does, but that still doesn’t negate the fact, in Steve’s mind, that Tony still has the capacity for selfishness and recklessness. I also love that one-liner, because they’ve gotta remember from a directorial standpoint, that to we as an audience, Steve has pretty much only just come back. That itty bitty line really hammers that down. His exasperation isn’t just at Tony, it’s at technology in general. It all clicks for him: this is a necessary evil. It’s a new world, and Nick even says that to him, multiple times throughout the film. And with that being a recurring theme, it shows us how flawed this iteration of Steve really was. Of course he was a good person overall, but he still struggled with putting himself on a pedestal. His internal struggle with how he views himself, is also reflected in his treatment of Bucky. Something I wish more people would clue into, is Steve wasn’t denying that fact that Bucky is different now, he was trying, to convince his equally traumatized self, that Bucky wasn’t different. His rational brain knew Bucky wasn’t the same, but we see bits and pieces of ‘irrational’ bleeding heart Steve, come back into the picture, every time they’re on screen together. Very few actors, (especially nowadays,) can act with their eyes, and nothing else. Sebastian Stan? Is the MAN of eye-acting. Even now, he remains a criminally underrated performer. The artistic genius of the costume design, making the mask and goggles two separate pieces, was also half the reason he was able to convey an entire lifetime’s worth of a character’s story, just through eye contact. And the moments where he would break eye contact were SO poignant. Because yet another thing I wish people would understand, is Bucky wasn’t triggered by Steve’s devastation in “Bucky?”, he was trigged just by seeing Steve. Cont.
#captian america#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#catws anniversary#catws10#chris evans#cvans#you see cars I see vans#I hit the maximum text block#what the hell#I’ll be back hold on#watch the damn movie#please#please just watch it#analysis#is this an analysis?
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Peña’s Anatomy — Chapter Four
pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader
chapter rating: E (semi-public fondling, m/f oral sex, swallowing)
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“She’s alive!” You smiled widely as you welcomed Mickey into your apartment the morning after her romp with Michael. She didn’t smile back, her face in a permanent scowl as she plopped down on the sofa. “Didn’t go well, I take it?”
“Would I be here at seven in the morning if it did?” She sighed and covered her face. “I feel like such an idiot!”
“What happened?” You poured her the first bit of your freshly brewed coffee, putting cream and far too much sugar in it, just the way she liked it.
“You were right. The guy’s got a fiancé and a kid on the way. He broke the news to me in the middle of doggy.” You snorted out a laugh at the visual, earning a glare as you handed her the mug before sitting down beside her and taking a sip of your own coffee.
“Sorry, I know it’s not funny but—“
“It’s kind of funny. You can laugh at my pain, I understand.” She chuckled and took a sip before groaning again. “I always do this, you know. You’d think I’d be smarter given the whole surgeon thing but—is that an Albert Einstein book?”
Your eyes followed hers to the coffee table, your lips parting and heart dropping as she picked it up. Knowing that Javier’s name was written right inside the cover, you snatched it from her hands and held it to your chest. Mickey gave you a suspicious chuckle and eyed you down until you began to break.
“Who’s is that? Because I know damn well you’re not reading a book on string theory.” She folded her arms over her chest as you tried to think up a good lie. “Oh! Did you manage to get some at the bar last night?”
“Yes!” You blurted out a bit too enthusiastically. “Yeah, uh, it was just a casual thing. Kicked him out after. Nothing special.”
“Well, he’s obviously a nerd, so…expected that. You gonna see him again?” Your mind flipped back to the sex you had on this very couch you were sat on, a smile tugging at your lips at the thought of doing it again.
“Uh, don’t know. We’ll see.” You shrugged and cleared your throat, standing up with a stretch. “I was going to go to thrifting this morning. Wanna come along?”
“Sure, a little retail therapy never hurt anybody.” She nodded and followed you into your bedroom to keep you company as you got dressed and put together for the day.
She laid on her stomach across your bed, flipping through one of the magazines you kept on your bedside table, her chin propped up by her elbow.
“Oh, did you get that invitation for the fundraiser gala thing at the hospital next week? Apparently if you sign up to attend, they’ll give you the night off.”
“Are you going?” You asked as you combed mascara through your eyelashes, fingertips wiping away whatever mess you inevitably made.
“A night off full of champagne and mingling with rich philanthropist daddies? Yeah, I think so.” She chuckled and sat up. “Speaking of, Dr. Daddy is the keynote speaker.”
“You gotta stop with the Dr. Daddy thing.” You rolled your eyes and watched through the mirror as your blush formed in real time at just the mention of his existence.
“How did it go with the peds patient? I heard you both lost her yesterday. I’m sorry—“
“Shh, we don’t need to do that emotional thing where we dive deep into our feelings.” You turned around and smiled at her, earning an eye roll. “I’m fine. It sucked but…I’m fine. I’m a doctor, death is going to be a recurring thing in this profession.”
“So don’t you think you should learn how to process these feelings? The doctors who don’t are the ones who get all boozy and incompetent.” You groaned loud and dramatically, tossing your head back. “Okay, okay. But if you start to go dark on me, I will be holding an intervention. Key note speaker: Dr. Javier ‘Daddy’ Peña.”
“I hate you.” You laughed at her and stood up, walking to your closet and grabbing your favorite—and only—dress.
It was a milkmaid style dress that your mother had sewn you for your med-school graduation, red in color and made of eyelet linen. The sweetheart neckline was low, but not so low that it couldn’t be worn in the day time, the short sleeves puffed up around your bicep. You always felt pretty when you wore it, and you felt closer to home—something you never thought you’d have the chance to miss like you did now.
“Look at you! I mildly forgot you were a lady. All those jeans and old henleys.” She teased as you slid on a pair of sandals and held up your middle finger to her. “Why don’t we go out tonight? Try our luck at finding a distraction. We’re both attractive women, why should we be stuck inside moping over men we can’t have?”
“I’m not moping.” You scoffed at her words in an effort to hide the fact that you very much were moping, just on the inside.
“Fine, regardless, you and I need to have some fun. Let loose and all that.” She urged you on with a puppy dog frown and wide eyes, pulling a chuckle out of you.
“Fine, but I’m going to be napping all afternoon to pre-game.” She agreed to your terms and followed you out of the house with McCartney in tow. Knocking on Rose’s door, it only took a few seconds for her to open it wide with a smile.
“Hey, sweetheart. You off on a date with that hunk from yesterday? What was his name again? Started with a ‘J’…” Your cheeks turned red as Mickey looked over at you with curious eyes.
“Jose.” Rose nodded and you thanked the lord above that she was a bit forgetful when it came to names.
“That’s right. Handsome boy, you should have seen him, Mickey. Tall, dark hair, a dreamboat.” Rose gushed to your friend as you urged McCartney to go inside of the elderly woman’s apartment.
“No dates today, just running some errands. Did you have your grocery list ready for me?” She gasped and nodded, walking over to her kitchen before coming back with a slip of paper and two twenties. You shoved her money out of the way and only accepted the list. “Your money is no good here.”
“Come on, don’t be a brat.”
“Not taking your money, Rosie.” You stood firm in your decision, earning an eye roll from the woman.
“Fine, but I’m bringing over some dinner tonight.” You chuckled and nodded at her compromise. “But make sure you bring that hunk back over. Because if you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him for myself.”
“Oh, I’m not sure he’s man enough for a woman like you, Rose.” You got a genuine laugh out of her, bringing a wide smile to your face before she began to cough. “The bronchitis still hasn’t gone away? I thought I told you to keep me updated if the antibiotics didn’t—“
“You worry too much.” She wheezed and reached into her pocket to grab her inhaler, puffing on it once before sliding it back into her pants. “I’m a tough old horse. If I could make it through the 60’s, I can make it through a little cold. Now go on, and have fun you two! Try not to think about work. When you’re my age, you’re going to wish you spent your days sleeping around and having fun—not stuck inside a cold hospital.”
“Ever the wise woman, aren’t you?” You chuckled and pulled her in for a hug, Mickey doing the same before the two of you left and hopped into Mickey’s tiny sedan.
“Jose, huh?” She smiled over at you as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Jose, mild in bed, popular with old ladies, reads Einstein. Real character that one.”
“Yeah. A real character.”
•••
Javier’s morning had started quicker than he hoped it would after being paged for an incoming trauma around 3 a.m., still half-tipsy from the whiskey he’d indulged in to try and get you off his mind. He took a cold shower and downed a cup of black coffee to finish sobering him up, and by the time he scrubbed in all the alcohol had fully made its way out of his system.
The surgery went successfully, the patient’s condition being much better than the CT made it seem initially. Around six in the morning, Javier was scrubbed out and wandering back to his truck in the parking lot, yawning and desperate for another coffee.
When he pulled into his favorite coffee shop, a local one that was nothing fancy or special, a woman in a red dress caught his eye. He perked up a bit when he realized just who it was.
“Lucky!” He called out from across the parking lot as you walked towards the door with your friend, pedestrians giving him a stare but he really couldn’t have cared less.
“Dr. Peña.” Your tone was formal—of course it was. You apparently weren’t even okay with your closest friend knowing about the nature of your relationship with him, but he tried not to let it sting his ego too much.
“It’s awfully early for the two of you to be up. Isn’t it your day off?” He turned his eyes to Mickey, just to make sure she didn’t catch on to anything.
“I had a bad date so I woke her up to keep me company.” Mickey shrugged and opened the door to the cafe, gesturing for the two to go inside first.
“Ah, with Dr. Russel?” Mickey gave him a shocked look. “Word spreads fast around the hospital.”
“Did you know he was engaged and expecting?” She asked with interest, Javier’s eyes wandering to the back of your head as you faced away from him in line.
“Uh, no. Didn’t think anyone would willingly commit to somebody like him.” She chuckled but he wished it was you he was making laugh instead. “Don’t let it keep you down, kid. There’s plenty of men in this town that aren’t complete assholes.”
“Oh, what, men like yourself?” Javier’s lips parted at her flirty tone, finally noticing your head turn to the side so that you could no-doubt glare at the woman.
“Better men.” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck as Mickey eyed him, his eyes turning away completely in an effort to thwart her potential feelings towards him. “Lucky, how are you feeling today?”
“Just fine, doctor.” You didn’t move an inch as you replied to him in that dry, polite tone that made him want to roll his eyes and pin you against the wall simultaneously.
Javier listened as you gave your order to the barista, his jaw clenched as he continued to study the back of your head as though if he looked long enough it would unveil all your hidden feelings.
When you and Mickey attempted to pay for your coffees, he stepped in, walking up to the counter where you stood and pulling out a twenty. You glared at him for doing the generous act, but little did you know that he’d hold onto that little bit of eye contact all day long.
•••
“You didn’t have to do that.” You scolded him as he sat with you outside of the cafe, Mickey inside using the restroom.
“I wanted to.” He shrugged and kept his eyes locked on you, your eyes looking everywhere but directly at him.
“You also didn’t have to be so flirty with Mickey.” You mumbled under your breath, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself. Javier chuckled and stretched his leg out under the table to graze against yours, the subtle action bringing a new blush onto your face. It was shameful how little he had to do in order to stir you.
“I wasn’t trying to flirt with her. I thought I did a pretty good job at not flirting, actually. A little praise would be nice.” You chuckled darkly and rolled your eyes at his smugness, finally gracing him with a bit of eye contact.
“If you’re after praise, you’ve come to the wrong woman. I’m only here to make you feel bad.”
“Well…” He weighed his head to the side and looked out at the street. “You usually make me feel pretty good before you make me feel bad, so…it balances out.”
“What are we doing, Javier?” You shook your head and sighed, eyes softening as you focused on him. “I mean, all of this is just twisting the knife. We’re being masochists with all this…extra stuff.”
“I like the extra stuff.” His tone was sincere and almost pleading, his dark eyes darting between yours.
“Don’t you hate it when you get your period right in the middle of the day? At least have the decency to start in the middle of the night so I can prepare myself, you know?” Mickey broke the tension with her return, sitting down in the chair between the two of you.
“Do you, uh, need any meds? I carry some pain killers in my truck if you want any.” Javier offered and his act of kindness made you groan, both pairs of eyes turning to look at you.
“Sorry, just have a headache.” You were a terrible liar, but the two decided not to probe you for more info as Mickey accepted his offer, Javier walking off to his truck to go grab the medicine.
“Isn’t he a dream? Are you sure you don’t want to risk it with him?” You nodded as you kept your eyes down on your coffee cup, an actual headache beginning to form at her quickly developing crush. “Well, would you mind if I took a crack at it?”
“Yes.” You snapped, bringing your eyes to hers. “I mean, it’s not a good idea for either of us to go down that rabbit hole. It’s not allowed for a reason, Mick.”
“Yeah, but…look at him.” Both of your eyes turned to look at Javier as he walked back to the table, the way his hips swayed almost criminal. “Look, if you already called dibs, I’ll back off completely.”
“No. There’s no dibs because I’m not going to risk my job over a man. But you do you.” You lifted your coffee to your lips and tried to swallow your jealousy along with the liquid, Mickey’s eyes lighting up as Javier returned with the meds.
“Were you doing anything this morning, Dr. Peña? We were just about to go to the thrift store.” Mickey leaned in as she began to try her luck with the doctor, your jaw clenching at the sight.
You knew if you told her to back off, she would—she was a good friend—but you telling her to back off would be an admission of your feelings for the man. And the idea of your cutesy feelings for your superior becoming common knowledge far outweighed the jealousy you felt seeing her flirt with Javier. Besides, if Javi was half the man you thought he was, he wouldn’t go fuck your best friend right under your nose. Right?
“I haven’t been to a thrift store in a long time.” He chuckled and turned his eyes to yours. “Lucky, would you mind if I came along?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. It’s a free country.” You shrugged and tried to hide your irritation with a forced smile, Javier chuckling at the sight.
“Alright, I’ll meet you guys over there. Unless you just want to go with me in my truck.” He offered and you opened your mouth to reject him, but Mickey was quicker.
“Sure!” She beamed at him and you had to force yourself not to gag at the sight. Javier nodded and stood up, walking the two of you over to his truck and opening the door.
Mickey climbed in first onto the bench seat, your eyes shooting Javier daggers as you watched him casually glance at her ass. He turned to you and gave you a smile, one that wouldn’t seem suspicious to anyone besides you. As you climbed in, he put his hand on your hip to help you, the warmth of his unexpected touch making your center start to ache for more. As though he could sense it, he shot you a sly wink as he closed the door and walked around to the other side.
Mickey and Javier chatted away the entire drive over to the thrift store, your chin propped up on your elbow, leaning on the door and staring out of the window. You wanted to be anywhere but inside of this living nightmare, your best friend flirting with your crush, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just been inside of you not even twelve ours beforehand.
“Should I keep my eye out for anything in specific?” Javier leaned into your side as he walked with you into the thrift store, Mickey way ahead of you and making a bee-line towards the clothing. His shoulder brushed yours and you shot him a glare. “Come on, I only came to spend some time with you.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” You spat at him as you grabbed a cart, Javier’s hand resting on the small of your back as you walked backwards into him. “Stop it with the little touches, Javier! We’re in public.”
“We can find somewhere private.” He shrugged and winked at you, his eyes lowering to your cleavage. You scoffed at his proposition and walked off, desperate to cool off the heat in your cheeks from your fluster.
•••
Javier was following you around the store like a lost puppy. Currently, you were stood in the glassware aisle, eyes perusing shelves upon shelves of vases while Mickey tried on her picks in the dressing room. He could care less about the home decor he was examining alongside you, but he would feign interest in anything if it meant getting to be by your side.
“Am I supposed to have shit like this in my house? Vases.” He held up an ugly, polka-dot printed vase, watching as your face turned sour at the mere sight of it.
“God, not that specific one, but yes. Most people have decorations in their houses.” Your chuckle eased the constant irritated tone you’d been giving him all morning.
His eyes remained locked on you as you lifted up a clear vase, spinning it in your hand to inspect it for any scratches before you set it down in the cart.
“Maybe you could help me pick out a few things. Show me the ropes.” His body moved to cage you between him and the cart, his bulge pressing against the swell of your behind as his hands found your hips. You shivered at his proximity and pushed back against him to feel him even more, his lips dying to press against the back of your neck.
“Look what I just scored!” Mickey’s voice broke the two of you apart, Javier turning around and clearing his throat as she showed you the dress she found. It was a deep purple and silky gown, and he imagined it would look much better on you than your friend. “Thought it would be perfect for the Gala.”
“It’s gorgeous, Mick. I should probably go find one too.” Javier smiled at the thought of you dressed up in a gown, the smile turning into a grin as his thoughts turned filthier when he imagined taking it off of you at the end of the night. “Hey, Jav. Could you watch the cart while I go check out the dresses?”
“Yeah. Sure.” He turned to you with a soft smile. “You want me to follow you guys? Give you a man’s opinion?”
“A man’s opinion has never been useful to me.” You gave him a smirk as you walked off with your friend. Your confidence never failed to make him blush.
Javier wasn’t used to this sort of back-and-forth with the women he was interested in. They typically weren’t the type to like banter. Though beautiful and decently smart, they tended to be pretty vapid and shallow, the conversations being quite superficial in turn. But with you, talking seemed to be as fun as the physical part of your relationship. You were snide and crass and funny. That’s what did him in the most. You actually made him laugh—something not even his good friends could do.
As he waited for you to come back, his eyes scanned over the wall art at the back of the store. He figured that it would be an easy start in decorating his home—all he had to do was see something and like it. Simple enough.
His eyes locked on an abstract painting of a young woman, her pointed eyes and smirk reminding him instantly of yours. She even wore a similar red dress to the one that you’d been driving him crazy with all morning.
He stood there in front of the piece for a good while contemplating whether or not to get it, but eventually decided that hanging a visual reminder of your existence wouldn’t help at all with the already overwhelming crush he had on you.
“Alright, you ready to go or did you want to keep looking around?” Your voice was like a shot of epinephrine to his heart, perking him up and reviving him. He shook his head and lowered his eyes to the dress you’d picked out, not failing to notice how little fabric the gown seemed to have to it. “Alright, Mick. Let’s check out and go.”
“Good, I’m desperate for a nap.” She grumbled and led the three of you to the registers.
“I have to hurry if I want to catch the bus so I can pick up Rose’s groceries.” Javier’s ears turned hot as he tried to muster the courage to offer you his help.
“I could…take you.” Both pairs of eyes turned to him as the two of you set your things on the counters. “I have to go shopping anyways, so it’s really no trouble.”
“Well, that’s an awfully nice thing for you to do, doc.” Mickey teased with a smirk pointed at her friend, finally seeming to understand that Javier had zero interest in flirting with her.
“Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? I could just catch the bus—“
“No, it’s no problem at all.” He hoped his smile wasn’t too hopeful, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit desperate for just a little bit more time with you—this time away from the suspicious eyes of your friend.
“Alright, yeah. Sure.” Your casual shrug and slight smile was all Javier needed to feel like he was on top of the world.
He may have broken the speed limit a few times in an effort to get to Mickey’s parked car at the cafe, his mind swirling with ideas on how to transition this whole grocery trip into something resembling more of a date.
“Alrighty, you two. I’ll see you at the hospital in the morning, Dr. Peña.” Mickey grabbed her bags from the backseat and stuffed them carelessly into her trunk, turning her eyes from Javier’s to yours. “And we’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll call you when I’m ready to go.” Javier bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from asking what the two of you had going on tonight as Mickey climbed into her car and drove off.
•••
“Thank you for offering to drive me. I’m hoping that I can afford a used car before winter rolls around.” You felt the need to make conversation in order to distract yourself from wanting to crawl over the bench seat and pounce on him as he drove you to the grocery store.
“You can borrow the truck anytime. I’ve got, uh, a little Audi I never like to drive around—too flashy. But, if you ever need to get around on your own, I’d happily let you use my baby.” He patted the dashboard before giving you a smirk, your lips parting as you watched his hand rub over the leather.
“Yeah, uh, I’ll keep that in mind.” You turned your head to look out of the window, this constant blushed state starting to really irritate you.
“Has McCartney missed me?” You could hear the smirk on his lips.
“No, but Rose sure has. Almost spilled the beans to Mickey earlier.” You turned back to him, watching him shrug.
“That wouldn’t be so bad.” He glanced over at you with another smug grin and you chuckled, shaking your head at him.
“You’re a determined guy, I gotta give you that.” He chuckled and reached over, pinching your chin.
“You look too good today. It’s not fair.” His hand lowered to your throat, then the exposed skin of your chest before slipping underneath the fabric to palm your breast. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm palm against your skin, the public nature of it all making you drip. “Come over here and feel what you do to me.”
You did as he asked, sliding across the bench seat until your thigh was flush against his, your hand sliding up the material of his jeans until you were palming his bulge. You gasped at how hard he was, wanting more than anything to feel his weight on your tongue.
“You want me, bebita?” He asked as he pulled into the grocery store’s parking lot, your head nodding eagerly. “Can you wait until after we’re done shopping?”
“I’d rather not.” He laughed at your honesty before shaking his head.
“You can wait. Come on, let’s go inside.”
“But you’re hard.” You studied his smile before feeling him lean over and kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear.
“I’ve been hard since I saw you at the cafe and no one noticed, I think I’m fine.” As if it was easy, he pulled away and opened his door, holding his hand for you to slide over and get out the same way. You slid out without his help, not needing any more reason to want to drop to your knees for him right in this HEB parking lot. Javier seemingly chuckled at your fluster as you walked ahead of him towards the store. “You okay?”
“Yep. Doing great.”
•••
“Hey, darling. Oh! And my hunk!” Rose greeted the two of you at her door, urging you to come inside and set the groceries down on her counter. “Couldn’t stay away, could ya? Lie to me and tell me it was my beauty that brought you back and not the young woman beside you.”
“It’s all you, Rosie.” He winked at her as he started to put away her groceries, your heart swelling in your chest at how soft he was with the old woman. “Did you want me to leave anything out, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah. Leave the chicken out for me, honey.” She wabbled over to the two of you in the kitchen, studying you as you both awkwardly moved around each other to put things away. “Are you staying around for dinner, Jose?”
“Jose? Forget my name already, Rose?” He teased her with a smile, her eyes turning to yours.
“I lied earlier so that you wouldn’t spill the beans to Mickey about Javier.” You filled them both in on the situation.
“Mickey doesn’t even know? How secret is this little affair—wait, it’s not an actual affair, right?” She leaned forward to try and get a look at Javier’s left hand.
“No, not an actual affair.” You chuckled and took a deep breath. “Mickey doesn’t know. No one knows.”
“And how do you feel about that, Javier?” You turned to watch him along with Rose, Javier’s cheeks flushing pink as he grabbed all the plastic bags and packed them into one before moving to put them in the trash.
“Wait, I like to use those for McCartney’s walks.” You grabbed the bags from his hand and brushed your fingers against his, his pink cheeks now red.
“I, uh, I’m just along for the ride, I guess. Letting her call the shots.” He smiled at Rose and walked out of the kitchen, allowing her to take his arm as he walked her to her recliner.
•••
While Javier was helping Rose sit down, he leaned over and whispered to her. “I think I’m warming her up. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Oh, just when I thought I had a chance.” He chuckled at her and placed a kiss to her temple before standing upright and walking back to you. “I’ll bring your dinner by around five, honey. Are you staying, Javier? You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yeah, he’s staying.” Javier whipped his head over to look at you, your smile casual, but your eyes conveying all the unspoken feelings he so desperately longed to hear. He turned back to Rose with a boyish grin, shrugging as his hands rested on his hips.
“Well, I guess I’m staying.”
•••
The minute you got Javier inside your apartment, you pounced on him. McCartney barked and jumped up to play as Javier picked you up around his waist and carried you into your bedroom, the two of you giggling as you tried to swat him away.
“Come on, Macca. You’re being a total cockblock right now.” You groaned as you were forced to get up and shoo him out of the bedroom, shutting the door to keep him out. When you turned around, Javier was right there, his hands gripping you and pulling you to his body. You moaned as he kissed you, biting your lip as he backed you against the door. “I want to taste you, Javi.”
“Yeah?” He growled against the skin of your neck as he fought the urge to leave a mark. You nodded and slipped your hands down his body until you were palming his erection, his moans spilling right into your ear as he bucked his hips into your touch. “You can have whatever you want, bebita. I’m all yours.”
“For now.” You kissed his cheek before dropping to your knees, looking up at him as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His chest lifted and fell as your hands tugged his jeans down his thighs, his cock springing out and hitting your face. You giggled at it, gripping him at his base and tapping his head against your lips.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” His eyelids were heavy with lust as he watched you stick out your flattened tongue and lick off the precum, his cock twitching in your grasp. You hummed as you wrapped your lips around him head, releasing him with a pop. He shivered and twitched again, another bead of precum dribbling down his tip.
“So sensitive. Keep this up and I might start thinking you’ve got a thing for me.” You grinned at the effect your words had on him, his moans now falling out against his control. When you put him into your mouth completely and hummed around him he filled your mouth with his unexpected release, his moans now so loud that Rose surely could hear from her spot in the living room next door.
“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s never happened to me before. You’re an impressive woman.” He panted as he kept himself propped up with one hand pressed to the door, his body jerking when you continued to suck him dry. He cupped your face and guided you onto your feet, pinning your body against the door and kissing his taste off your lips and tongue. “Your turn, bebita.”
He lowered to his knees in front of you and slid his hands up underneath your dress lifting it over his head and disappearing. “God, this fucking dress.”
You giggled at the sight until you felt his nose nuzzling against your clothed heat, your head falling back against the door. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties and pulled them off, tossing them carelessly behind him before returning both hands to your thighs. He gripped your flesh as his tongue slid further into your heat, taking his time in exploring you.
“You’re so good at using your mouth.” He smiled against you and it brought a grin to your own face. “Such a big ego, too.”
He curled his finger inside of you just to remind you of how justified his ego was, your thighs trembling under his grip. He slurped up all of your arousal, fingers prodding at your favorite spot inside while he sucked you into his mouth, bringing you over the edge in record time.
“Oh my god!” You held his head through the fabric of your dress and kept him there against you, his tongue working you through your high until it became too much. When you let go of him, he backed away from you, a wicked smile on his face as he stood up and kissed your juices into your mouth, your hands clutching at his shirt to keep him as close as possible.
“Go out with me. On a real date.” He breathed out against your lips as his forehead rested against yours, your head shaking against him. “You want me to beg?”
“No, I don’t want you to beg.” You lifted his head away and stared into his eyes, offering him a blissed out smile to ease the sting of your rejection. “I want you to stay the night.”
“Thought you had plans with Mickey.” His eyes bounced across your features and you pulled him in for another deep kiss that left both of you breathless.
“I’ll cancel.” Your lips moved against his as you spoke, earning a laugh. “I can’t give you a date, but I can give you this. Me and you in my apartment. Where nobody is here to tell on us.”
“Okay, bebita. I’ll take what I can get.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and hummed, gathering the strength to pull away. He zipped himself up as you opened the door for your dog, his happy face waiting right by the door. “McCartney, I think your mom is starting to like me.”
You grinned at the sight of him kneeling down to pet your dog, his words giving you the courage to finally come out and admit that it was true, whether you liked it or not.
“Yeah…I think she is.”
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Time passed quickly, the two of you curled up together all afternoon in bed catching up on some much needed sleep. Javier was elated that your walls were beginning to come down, little by little. Just yesterday you were pushing him away, and now here you were wrapped up in his arms fast asleep.
A few soft knocks woke him up, his eyes prying open and head lifting from the pillow to check the time. With a kiss to your shoulder, he stirred you awake.
“Wake up, bebita. Rose is here for dinner.” You grumbled and turned around, hugging him close. He chuckled and kissed your cheek, stroking your hair back. “I’m gonna go let her in while you wake up.”
“Okay,” your sleepy voice very quickly made its way to the top of his favorite sounds. It took all the strength he had to leave you alone in that bed, but he knew he couldn’t keep Rose waiting.
Padding his feet over to the bedroom door, he picked up his jeans and shirt and tugged them on before finally making it to the front door. With a smile, he opened it and welcomed the old woman inside.
“Took an awfully long time to come let me in. Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” She gave him a wink as she handed him the hot glass dish with aluminum foil covering it.
“No, too tired for any of that.” He chuckled and walked the dish over to the kitchen, setting it down before turning to look through your cupboards to find plates and cups.
“The one by the fridge.” You husked out as you groggily stumbled into the kitchen, kissing the top of Rose’s head as she sat at the dining table. Javier smiled at the sight of you in sweats and a tank top, your hair thrown up in a mess of a bun. “What did you make us, Rose?”
“Broccoli and chicken casserole. I hope you like it,” both of you shushed her worry at the same time before exchanging an amused look. “Well aren’t you two cute.”
“Watch out, you’re gonna scare her off.” Javier warned as he brought the plates over to the food and spooned a good helping into each. He delivered the plates with kisses to both of the ladies foreheads, ever the charmer.
“Has she admitted she likes you yet?” Rose asked as she took a bite of the food, earning a glare from you across the table. Javier chuckled and brought over three cups of water before sitting down and taking a bite.
“We’re still working on that.” He gave you a knowing smile from across the table, his foot tapping yours. “What about you, Rose? Any men knocking on your door to give you flowers?”
“I’ve outlived them all.” He chuckled at her dry sense of humor, realizing now why you and her got along so well. “But if you’re offering, I do love a good lily.”
“Not a rose?”
“Don’t be corny, Javier. It’s not a good look on you.” She gave him a once over before rolling her eyes. “Oh, who am I kidding? You could make a burlap sack look good.”
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It felt much too natural having dinner with Javier and Rose, the two trading flirty comments and witty banter like it was their job, bringing a wide grin to your face as you remained silent just to watch them.
It wasn’t only dinner that felt right, it was cleaning up after, sending Rose home with the leftovers, and coming back to curl up on the couch together with McCartney and a movie in the background.
Your lips found his like they belonged there, the two of you in no rush to take things up a notch—perfectly content with just sitting there kissing.
It was like he’d always been around, his scent even reminding you of home in some indescribable and nostalgic way. You found yourself being pulled to him like a magnet, and the more you allowed it, the harder it became to stop yourself.
“Javi?” You pulled away from his kiss breathless, your forehead resting against his.
“Yeah, bebita?” He tipped your head back so that he could look into your eyes.
“If we were to do this…how would we go about it? You know, to make sure no one found out.” You bit your lip and looked back at him with nervousness all over your face. He studied you for a minute before smiling.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”
“Secret dating?”
“Dating. Period.” His honesty was appreciated, but didn’t help to ease your worries. “Listen, bebita, I don’t know how we’d do it, but I do know that I want to. I’ve never felt this way…for anybody. I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to have this with you.”
“Even if it means no fancy dates, no flirting with me at work—no special treatment. That’s big for me. I want to earn my surgeries.”
“You have. Every surgery you’ve gotten is because you’ve deserved it.” He pecked your lips and you felt yourself start to let go of your fears. “Whatever it takes, cariño. I told you, I want this.”
“Alright, let’s…let’s try it out.” He grinned from ear to ear and tugged you onto his lap, making you giggle. “But if it gets messy or hard or stops being fun, promise me you’ll let me walk away. And I’ll let you go, too.”
“I promise.”
No matter how irresponsible or reckless it may have been to give into your feelings, you also thought it was reckless to cast them aside. You had so little in your life that made you feel this way, and it felt wrong to push it away just because your employer deemed it inappropriate. You knew what it was, and it wasn’t a power grab or some meaningless fling—Javier felt like home and you were determined to explore that. At whatever cost.
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if you did write smut for matheo from potion permit… what would it include 👀 (I desire him)
Ohoho anon, my beloved…. you’ve come to the right place
NSFW (18+ only) below the cut. If you’re new here, tw for discussions of kink and related fun stuff. 😌
Alright, first we’ve gotta have a healthy dose of enemies to lovers.
The first fic I would write for him would absolutely have to have some of those deliciously conflicting feelings that come with developing a crush on a rival. Those feelings of “this is so wrong, but oh is it ever so right”/the feeling of giving into an extremely guilty pleasure.
I can see Matheo having this disgust with himself for falling for the chemist and he berates himself for “selling out” his beliefs for a pretty face, but he just can’t stay away in the end.
So, with that in mind, a heavy mix of praise and degradation from him would work very well and give a full chance to capitalize on Matheo’s simultaneous feelings of guilt and pleasure for the situation.
I still do think our favorite witch doctor falls most closely with being a pleasure dom, though. He doesn’t want to hurt the chemist, but bringing them pleasure so intense it makes them scream his name? Absolutely. Little bit of overstim, giving them multiple orgasms, having them come undone with his fingers and tongue…. it’s perfect.
I can also see Matheo having a little bit of a thing for corruption. The idea that he’s a little older and he’s got this pretty young chemist in his bed writhing in pleasure under him when they could have their pick of any of the other singles in town is absolutely delicious.
The most important thing would be the buildup though. Maybe the witch doctor has a naughty recurring dream for a while and he just can’t quite place who he’s thinking about. That is, of course, until one night when he has the dream again and he sees the chemist’s face eliminated in the moonlight. He can’t look at them for a few days after that.
Hahaha maybe I’ll end up writing some for him if there’s enough interest! Hope you enjoyed 💜
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M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S2
Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?
Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.
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I can tell I’ve really accessed the elder millennial (& elder) demographic with my M*A*S*H posting (doing...numbers? hullo!) by, above all, the 80% consistency rating of those reblogging it also adding tags. My people. We gotta find things later.
Season 2! Absolutely, get in here, loved this one: to bits. I did swing around the order again this time, primarily to pace the Hawkeye runs himself ragged episodes—too much of that at once might cause damage, nearly did me. I am kidding: I did not avoid this. Hi broken, I'm Dad!
M*A*S*H - Season 2
Recommended sequence
2x01 ‘Divided We Stand’ - A reintroduction to the 4077th in our second season together through the psychiatric officer sent to investigate whether they’ve all gone mad out there and should be broken up. Spoiler alert: of course, and of course not.
2x02 ‘5 O’Clock Charlie’ - Every day at 5 o’clock, a North Korean pilot flies overhead and tries* to bomb the nearby ammunition dump (*tries). Just chock-a-block with bits. Fun fact: Alda’s foppy infantry drag routine probably the moment I truly fell in love with him—“That’s about it.” This too would have made a wonderful season opener honestly, but we just get two!
2x04 ‘For the Good of the Outfit’ - And now we sit down with a thump: Hawkeye & Trapper try to get the American military to take responsibility for shelling a peaceful Korean village, and learn that the Army, surprise, has no whistleblower protection. No B-plot, we’re just doing THIS.
2x05 ‘Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde’ - In this hurt/comfort but we nearly forgot part of it fanfiction, Hawkeye Pierce stays awake doing surgery for…possibly 48 hours if I've calculated this right, but then after that another shift, and another…oh jesus. He stays awake for something like three days, all but spare minutes of it pulling bits of metal out of chest wounds, it breaks something in him, and then for the next night & day more he continues to sleeplessly wander the camp spooking and unnerving people like an irreverent broken ghost. This is probably the best episode I’ve seen yet. Every time you hear the sound of choppers, and he just looks up from the shadowed caverns of his eyes… HUGE ohh honey! episode, and also like, ..fuck. Fuucking fuck. “Dear Harry, Who’s responsible?” I could lovingly detail every single thing that happens in this, very up to and including the warm circumstances of the little closing scene, which I ache over.
2x09 ‘Dear Dad…Three’ - That’s WRITE, it’s another letter writing episode, with a number of differently toned scenes strung together with pretty impressive balance. A tense surgery, a goofy home video that accidentally makes everyone verklempt, a perfectly absurdist staff meeting, and meanwhile: The Gang Solves Racism! Well, corrects a racist. Involves ridiculous antics don’t even worry. Ginger has the funniest part and thank god.
2x10 ‘The Sniper’ - There’s a sniper. This is a situation where this episode is so well written and edited, just sterling 25 minute story construction, that I’ve deemed it too good to be sunk by its one too many sexual assault jokes. I mean kinda makes it even more of a peak early season M*A*S*H episode, if you think about it.
2x12 ‘The Incubator’ - One of my favorites of this season to be honest! An eventual sort of Milo Minderbinder riff on byzantine and corrupt Army supply chains, in which Trapper & Hawkeye wear their dress uniforms and at one point stand in as investigative journalists asking tough questions at a military press conference—hot.
2x13 'Deal Me Out' - A wonderfully pitched antics ep, especially memorable for the deep bank of recurring guest players: Sidney Freedman, Sam Pak, and even Colonel Flagg. I have since started playing poker and it is remarkable how many elements of this exact game have already occurred. Minus the surgery.
2x11 ‘Carry On, Hawkeye’ - A flu epidemic sweeps the camp, and if the sight of people wearing masks and looking worried isn’t moving enough for you In Our Current Era, the only folks left standing as the war casualties keep coming in—Hawkeye, Margaret, Radar, and Father Mulcahy—trauma bond about it. Exquisite. I adore this one. Also another for the annals of Hawkeye shouting down the line to a superior officer about finding a husband.
2x24 'A Smattering of Intelligence' - Honestly it's not about these slipshod spies: it's because Marlene Dietrich is back in town.
2x20 ‘As You Were’ - Love that when this started I was thinking eh it was probably not making my list. A whiplash episode par excellence. Hot Take! - I think this does the kind of thing ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ wants to do better than that one actually does.
2x22 ‘George’ - A scene or two into this one, Hawkeye comments in the mess tent that one of the kids they just sewed up was really bruised, and not in a combat way, like in a someone beat him way, and I idly muse, hey, in the version where we kick it up a notch: he was beat up for being gay, and comes out to Dr. Pierce because of course he comes out to Dr. Pierce, the kind chaotic bisexual energy is palpable even behind the surgical mask, and then self-identified Aunt Hawkeye has to figure out how to save him. I would have signed a statement giving up my blog in the event were this to actually come to pass, and done so laughing. But then in the year of our lord 1974, DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. Good thing my mouth was healing because I yelled.
Oh, and if you’re wondering if Benjamin ‘Homoerotics’ Pierce took this network-granted opportunity to come out as straight—
no.
2x21 ‘Crisis’ - They Were All So Cold, redux, variation: There Was Only One Tent. Not quite like that, although does include Hawkeye and Trap essentially sharing a bed and as many layers of Army surplus as they can scrounge while jibber-jabbering with Klinger as he puts on cold cream and Father Mulcahy does an impromptu stand-up bit in his Loyola sweatshirt, and for this and many reasons, this one about burst my heart in warm coziness. Easily the most endearing & domestic thing this show has done to me yet. I’m compromised. Haha fuck, I’m compromised!
Season 1 • Season 2 • To be continued
#M*A*S*H hours
#if pressed I actually could not tell you which is gayer#Hawkeye's mocking flounce of repulsion#or his exhausted thousand yard stare at Trapper#M*A*S*H#M*A*S*H hours#viewguides#Tarra watches
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Saw your post sbout being open to questions. Pyotr headcannons? He's my favourite :-)
he's a creature to me
oops sorry
peter hcs, i discuss his mental illness a lil bit in it:
mirror twin with andrey. mirrored cheek and collarbone beauty spots. but you knew that already since i draw it
right-handed (mirror twin lore: andrey is left-handed)
with that: when they were in elementary school, they would struggle to focus to learn to write and the teachers later realized it was because even if they were sat together they kept bumping elbows and hurting each other so they just had to sit peter on andrey's right (and andrey on peter's left) then it was fine
always had long-ish hair as he's always always hated haircuts. he sees them as a... tearing-a-part-of, and he really dislikes the feeling. he will only do tearings if that is necessary to his survival (something something... autotomy... something something i've mentioned it already), and while he has accepted haircuts from trusted people (bc otherwise his hair would be to the floor now) he is Not A Fan. his last drastic haircut came after a very bad moment in his life [like this teehee] (<- comic of mine post)
with that: he had longer hair at some point, in fact he grew his hair out to waist-length between leaving for university and the Almost Drowned Incident of above
committed patricide. not alone, or course, andrey helped. their dad had it coming.
and with that: their dad's family also thought he had it coming and are still close to the twins and their mom (as close as they can be with all that distance)
when he was a child he hated being photographed because he was sure the camera would trap his soul inside of it (this might or might not have had lasting consequences in how he sees painting, and feels haunted by his creations
purely personal and deeply indulgent, but he's bipolar to me. mixed episode in P1 and depressive one in P2. i also go back and forth between seeing him as psychotic bipolar, bipolar/schizophrenic comorbidity, or schizoaffective bipolar type. tldr His Brain Funny
he has a weak stomach to me from drinking so much so his "favorite" meal is boiled potatoes with a drizzle of olive oil on top
when they were toddlers andrey Kept Climbing His Fucking Crib to throw himself into peter's so peter has had most of his life recurring dreams/nightmares where something falls on him from when. andrey did. at 5 kilograms like a chicken.
he has long ass legs to me. clock hands looking motherfucker.
he loves textures he loves to scratch his canvases or linens etc...
he USED to bite his nails now that's more of andrey's thing; he's managed to grow his nails out and only gnaws when he cannot cope any other way
not a hc, i think it was mentioned by IPL: guy who's cold. he's cold often... loves piles of coats
i gotta stop eventually don't i
#neigh (blabbers)#ring ring (answers)#anonymous#he's like a creature to me. (calls him a spider a beetle an insect)#also not sure if you're particularly interested in a sexuality headcanon (mostly because. like i've harped on it)#but he's bisexual with a heavy male preference to me#he can't get bitches because there are 4 women in his life who he can hang out without feeling like they're The Angel Of Punishment#Coming To Lash Him For His Sins#and one of those is his mom and the other is his brother's girl so like. no bitches?#peter lore#peter stamatin#pathologic headcanons
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What are some of your favorite asks from 2023? 😄 and any new kinks/sub-kinks within the pee category developed?
Oooooh, that's a good question! I think probably most things in the plushie love tag get a special place in the favourites, and I gotta give a shoutout to my recurring anons - if you have a tag on here, please know I love your asks, every one of them! As for sub-kinks... Huh, I don't really know! I think my kink for peeing outside or in weird places has intensified a bit this year though, that definitely feels stronger!
Thanks for the ask, this was fun to think about!
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Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #34: “Universe” | February 23, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E03
The first thing: Celebrity Zillions, a game show where big stars (Whoopsie, Steven Spielberg, Johnny Depp, others) all jump around while Mr. Zillions throws money down at them while suspended from the ceiling. I love this one, this is one of Eric’s best roles as the dreaded ceiling man. His eyes go nuts, and you gotta respect it. The concept of a television audience sincerely rooting for celebrities to get richer is very funny to me. Plus, the weird guys in this are simply "icing on the cake." Without checking to see that I’m right: I think this is the first time they use the Johnny Depp guy, who recurs several times in the Abso Lutely universe (including a very memorable Nathing For You episode).
Then, what luck, the return of Pierre! This is a PSA called “All the Food is Poison”, which features a chorus of young cheerleaders. At one point they stage a cutesy tableau where one of the lines is acted out as if she is sharing this information anecdotaly and not through verse. This is another GREAT one. The part where the girls all look more and more troubled by the song is so great. I love stuff like this. It’s art.
We get a second Gettin’ it Dunn featuring known nuisance David Liebe Hart as a guest. He makes a truly unhinged comment about alien women’s pussies. Then they make him apologize on camera for it. I love this too!!!
Then we get a Brule bit, where he tells us to use fruit juice to make ice cubes and then put “THAT in your milk”. These Brules Rules are more hit-and-miss than I remember, but this is fine! It’s a funny idea. Putting ice cubes in milk! What a fool! The first time I saw this I cracked up when Brule calls the viewer a “bimbo”. I like that he doesn’t know what some words mean!
Tim’s Discount Prices and Eric’s Premium Prices is really funny. Tim and Eric are businessmen and pitchmen to boot, and are dueling via commercial over whose business “fits the bill” and puts “money in the bank”. They are selling prices themselves, and have slightly different mission statements. This one has some funny lines and truly rude riffs. Tim saying Eric will “Rape ya!” is pretty nasty by today’s standards, but I think of it often, for some reason.
The only truly weak link here for me is another installment of “Afternoon Review” (The daytime show for women), which the joke is just that it’s footage of weird men being weird, and demonstrating talents that would not be appreciated by women. It’s whatever, but it’s one of those bits that has the “season three stank” all over it.
The host segments here are ones for the ages; in fact it has been made heckin’ immortal in the memosphere (the animated gif of Eric going “bwaaaaugh!!!!” while animated big bangs ripple out of his forehead, mimicking the hand movements he’s also making). This one is pretty funny and charming. Tim’s material is more absurd, he just yammers nonsense. He gets flustered describing the shape of the universe and just leaves it at “it’s not a bowl.” Eric’s material usually veers into sexual matters, because the guy is a horny freaking devil. This sketch also makes use of footage of Kaz trying to open a door with a sword, taken from a deleted season three sketch.
Eric describes bonding with his neighbor’s son against his father’s consent by swirling a flashlight around against his wall through the window late at night in what could easily be perceived as a flirtatious gesture. “I do this every night with your son”, Eric boasts. One of my favorite endings.
There is more Universe stuff in the EXTENDED SCENES of the DVD. Or, you can watch it right here on youtube.
MAIL BAG
dont publish this but i am not doing the funny man of tumblr bit, you got an anklebiter with different jaws than mine
Sorry, you can't use such wonderful turns of phrase as "anklebiter with different jaws than mine" and expect me not to print it. As a compromise I'll just put it in a font that's a little harder to read.
Xaviers Maneuver mafia guy is not Chinese but Chi-talian-ese. Thank you
Lucky for you, I am willing to sit my ass down and listen. I appreciate the correction.
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5, 16, 19, 32, 38, and 50 for Juliette :)
― JULIETTE LAVOIE .
5.) Do they have any tattoos? If so, what are they and do they have any special meaning?
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I definitely think she has some, but I just haven't thought a lot about what they might be. First thing that came to mind was a pair of hearts on her hip bones. Maybe a double venus on the nape of her neck. Stuff that's easily concealable when she's on the job.
I think she's absolutely gotten some stick and poke ones now that the apocalypse is here. Probably something angry because that best reflects how she feels. That woman is all sorts of muddled up inside.
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16.) Do they have or want kids?
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Right now? No.
I think there was a point in time where the idea seemed novel to her, but that could very well just be her trying to fit into societal expectations when she was younger. Yanno, marry a handsome man, have his kids, live in his nice house. The older she got, the more that whole idea became less and less appealing to her, especially the 'marrying a man and having his kids' part.
She's older now. She knows other lesbians that're parents and I think the idea has crossed her mind again with that new frame work but... I dunno. I think she realizes that she's just not in a place where she can do the job right and safely. That's a lifelong commitment, and she hardly even knows who SHE is.
Maybe down the line, after she figures some shit out and learns how to breath, then she could be a good mom but... It's not gonna be something she actively pursues. Especially now that there're zombies outside for the foreseeable future.
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Juliette is a pretty prickly lady, so not a lot of people bother. I think she liked it that way for awhile, but then she started to realize just how lonely she was becoming. It sorta ate at her for awhile, but she never wanted to be the type of person to show outward weakness yanno? She wanted to be self sufficient and capable, so she just buried it. Not a great idea.
If you try, and earnestly try, it's not all that hard. You just gotta learn how to play her ball game, because she won't play yours. If you can put up with her attitude and get passed all the red tape, then she's a pretty good friend. Maybe even a little bit of a sweetheart.
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32.) If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?
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This is a difficult question, because I think if you asked her this, then she wouldn't have an answer at first. I think she's very... unsatisfied with who she is and where she is some days. She regrets not following her passion more, she regrets not being more authentic to herself, she regrets the time she's wasted. She doesn't process that she's only 34 and, hopefully, has the whole rest of her life ahead of her.
If you asked her, she'd probably take a drag off her cigarette and be quiet for a long time and then go, "Maybe make it so I'm not so much of an indecisive fuck up."
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38.) What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?
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She suffered from night terrors a lot when she was little, and because of that she kinda doesn't like to sleep. She'll usually lay down for a few hours and then get up, do some stuff, and then lay back down. Sleeping in bursts makes it less likely for her to have an episode.
In all honesty, she doesn't have terrors much anymore. Maybe once or twice a year at that, but it's still not great. I'm sure the first time it happens when she's with her little group is, uh, eventful.
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50.) What is your favorite thing about them?
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She's kind of a manifestation of my want to be more true to myself. I admire her for that. She has a lot of drive and a want to be more whole and i'm trying to use that as inspiration for myself too. <:)
Also she's got a funny little accent ( ! FRENCH CANADIAN ! ) and I think its fun to imagine how she sounds sometimes. Oui oui.
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one of my favorite aspects of the byler fandom has gotta be the recurring bit of “okay but the biggest byler proof is (x)” and it’s never the same proof twice because there’s about 500 pieces of evidence to choose from
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had a dream where first off i was disposing off infectious material (specifically infectious to cats) with a friend, and we met and asked green lantern for his help. He was really friendly but also kinda sad because he time travelled to current era and he felt really outta place. told him that obv it wasn’t the same but i can relate a teeny bit for specific irl reasons and he didn’t find that a dick move thankfully
we flew to the sun to dispose off the infectious material from earlier and we were gonna take a return trip for the funsies, except i had an appointment
douche dude ik irl took me, and i somehow misplaced my shirt in the back of a pickuptruck so i was just sitting in the bacj of the pickuptruck w just jeans + bra, until a guard we were passing by catcalled me and it motivated me to look harder for my shirt and find it, which i did and then put it on
got to the place i had an appointment in, and this part of the dream is a recurring one, in which i visit this cult’s doctor (who might’ve been the leader of the cult, idk) once in a bluemoon to try and unlock my superpowers, cause that’s her speciality. and i’m one of her favorites cause apparently i have real buried potential to be really powerful or something, however i don’t share her belief. i can’t stop visiting every so often because i’m being forced too by other people, though
so i went down a flight of stairs, walked past a big heavy gate with an ominous camera which i noted was new, past a bunch of rooms with fucked up experiments, body horror shit with children
and then i got all the way to the main room at the bottom with the most lovely doctor herself (/s). she’s a very busy mad scientist so she consults with several other patients on their progress to unlocking and/or using their powers, and she punishes people via applying acid to their face to some degree if they’ve been rebellious or just not making enough progress
there’s also a bunch of parents there because they’re the ones who decided to take the kids there, and she’s reassuring them that all the fucked up stuff is necessary. one kid kills some specific dude that she has some sort of beef against via causing a very strong earthquake in another city over that can even be felt in this city because of its strength, and the doctor was very elated and proud of her progress
at some point around this time i realize that since the doctor wants her patients to be more evil (yes literally) i gotta show some sort of progress otherwise even though i’m one of her favorites even her temper when it comes to me will get pushed too far
so i decide that i need to act more confident when talking to her instead of the usual 100% submissive act i put on. but not too much confidence, retain some submissiveness because that’s a good deal of what she likes about me
i was also browsing through wikipedia, pulled up one of the deaths that ik this cult is responsible for, and while officially it’s still a freak accident, apparently a government intelligence agency has linked it to this cult, and while I didn’t know the name of this cult b4, apparently its name is a one of a very infamous and notorious cult, one that i’ve heard plenty of stories before, and I’m severely alarmed at the fact that i’m being made to visit this cult
I worry that even though i only being made to visit once in a blue moon, a few more visits might be enough to unlock any powers that i may have and have me doing fucked up shit with them
anyway I’m mentally prepping to act more confident when talking to the doctor because my appointment is soon, when i wake up and the dream ends
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Of course I have to ask for Kaito, but also, the Arclights :3c
Oh boy........
I did mr Tenjo already, so it's time for the drama club family
First impression:
Honestly... I was a little bit terrified!
I knew how beloved all of them were and I was waiting for one of them to ruin my life lowkey, so definitely a little terrified
Impression now
III: My favorite Arclight, I want to protect him and also let him throw swords at my enemies for the rest of my life and his, I love that's he's the definition "call an ambulance! but not for me!!!!"
IV: I hope Thomas IV Arclight is very pissed that Kaito's my favorite Zexal character; surprisingly, even tho he's my kind of crazy, I'm not rly a huge fan of him in canon, but more the idea of him? If that makes sense, like I like him but he ranks surprisingly low compared to most of the cast because I wasn't too big on how his character was handled, sweats nervously
V: I love you and I think you’re very a interesting character, but I really want to pull hard on your long beautiful hair sometimes because you have no right, please wear your hair in a braid again though, that was a LOOK
Tron: A Yugioh Dad tm, no real feelings one way or another, but I'm glad he came around for his boys, compared to other token parents in this franchise he ranks surprisingly high! I imagine he destroys all three of them in Mario Kart
Favorite moment
III: Throwing a whole ass sword at Mr Heartland omfg, WHY DID IT MISS!!!! WE COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED!!!!!!!!! He also was never leaving Yuma's side after Astral sacrificed himself and that's gjdsklagjklgjdsklga
IV: I’m torn between his duel with Nasch because he’s just such a freak how he talks sometimes, and I also love how he just… goes all out against a pair of middle schoolers, like there was never a hinge on him to begin with💀
I also love that Thomas is introduced as this celebrity, champion duelist but NEVER wins against a named character that isn't one of Yuma's background friends or in a tag with someone else gjdaskljgdklsaj, accidental cringe king
V: I really like the arctic moments, specifically when he makes this face
Tron: Being an absolute menace at the WDC second round party fjdhdhdh, you can just tell he’s the father of the other three
Idea for a story:
I have no idea honestly fjehdjje, they’re usually just recurring characters or background in the drafts I have
But I do love writing my friends’ oc and canon pairs so they’ll usually get the focus in those, which I gotta finish the Vkou one soon 👁👁👁👁
Unpopular opinion:
SWEATS
I've never been shy about this fact, but I am not a huge fan of how quickly some of the Arclights' conflicts with the main cast get resolved and that really impacts how I view the Arclights' relationships with the cast gdjsaklg
Like it's yugioh and cards/character popularity will always do all of the talking, there's no way you watch yugioh for great character and story writing, but like Rio could have fucking died from her duel with Thomas lmao
It makes for some BANGING fanon content and like we get all of the context for why everything happens and for Thomas' motivation and guilt in general, but... if you put someone's sister into a coma in intensive care, I feel like canon should probably do a little bit more than some bickering and dueling with her brother, you know-
Favorite relationship:
I do love their family dynamic and how they’re trying to patch it back up, it’s very touching and Michael’s original anguish and resentment towards Yuma’s family is very touching 🥹
III - Michael was in love with Yuma even though he knew it was unrequited, send TWEET
IV - What do you mean Momoya isn't canon, she's canon to ME; I'm disgustingly biased but I love how much IV and Kaito just hate each other lmfao
Also love what could have been his turbulent friendship with Ryouga, you know they subtweet each other on the daily
V - Kousei ofc, what do you mean he's also not canon; I always affectionately refer to Kaito and Chris as divorced
I REALLY wish we saw them go through more of the hurdles to get back to ~before~, we only saw a little in the arctic but you know these two are bickering
Tron - I need a post canon one shot of how him and Faker work together, I want to be a fly on the wall of the first day
Favorite headcanon:
They ALWAYS host dinner parties for the squad, Thomas and Tron need to show off how much better their estate is than the Kamishiro's so they always offer to host
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I've got a reverse friendship ask for you! What LotR friendship do you think fits the song Same Blood by Aloe Blacc? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcX_n1RSr4k
YOOOOOO NEW FAVORITE SONG CHECK HELLO??? Thank you Anna I am gonna be listening to this for the next WEEK—
Okay okay, to answer your question: I wish I could narrow it down to just one friendship, but when listening to this song and thinking of LotR makes one of those quick-cut movie clip AMVs play in my head (you know the ones), it’s a little difficult to choose.
Let’s look at the lyrics. The recurring line of “we’ve got the same blood” makes me think of all the relationships between characters who are related to each other: Frodo, Merry, and Pippin; Eowyn, Eomer, and Theoden; Boromir and Faramir; and so on. But there’s also the line “don’t matter where you came from”, which implies that the definition of “brother” here is looser than the literal one, so we can also look at the characters who aren’t closely related.
Of course Frodo and Sam are my favorite bromance, so most of these lines are gonna make me think of them; particularly “tell the story when you're gone” for that conversation about stories on the Path of Cirith Ungol, “walk through the same mud” for the Dead Marshes, and “I'll carry you home on my shoulders” for that iconic scene where Sam carries Frodo up Mount Doom.
“We're the 'never tell a secret/Ain't no way we're gonna leak it/To the grave we gonna keep it' kind” made me think of the Conspiracy first, but it also applies to Merry and Eowyn in the movies, or—even more broadly—to everyone who knows about the Ring. That’s the biggest secret in the story, and it’s the one that saves their world.
But I also look at the general “vibe” of the song in addition to the lyrics, and I’ve gotta say, this one is a bit too hardcore for any of the hobbits, LOL! I saw a lot more clips of Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli and the Rohirrim and the soldiers of Gondor in that AMV in my head than I did many clips of the hobbits.
I need to settle on an answer. I think…in the end, this song makes me think of the Battle of the Pelennor Fields more than anything else. Maybe—and here’s a brand new concept—it’s a song about the friendship between Rohan and Gondor, and the individual soldiers who make them up; each with the blood of Men in their veins, fighting the same fight for the fate of the world.
Again, thanks so much for the song rec, Anna! Now pardon me while I get this firmly and securely stuck in my head—
#asked and answered#anna tag#lord of the rings#lotr#my writing#bro i am SO open to reverse-friendship asks if anyone wants to send me more!#ALL THE SONG RECS
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Having grown to appreciate her unusually kind form of selfishness, Gira propositions the exceptional Queen Himeno for aid in his crusade in the aftermath of the battle at Ishabana's capital of Flopital. However, before she is able to treat the wounded in the castle, Kuwagon signals the arrival of a newcomer. The silver and gold God Kabuto, who fires upon the King-Ohgers. Yanma, Himeno, and Gira are swept away by Kuwagon's rescue, and God Kabuto pursues them...
So the story goes! Anyways, let's get back to that now, Spoilers, I guess~!
-Oh fuck, he's one of the big boys.
-Wow, that reformation was
-Instant, holy crap.
-Aaaaaaand, they're down! Booooosh!
-Oooooh
-There he is, Kaguragi the bee man.
-His facial expressions are equal parts hiliarious and terrifying.
-Since female bees of all are the ones with stingers, this implies to me that he has T-masc swag, so I think I'm incorporating that into my headcanon. Entirely independently, mind you.
-Anyhoo, I'm now listening to Zenryoku King for the tenth time today.
-Aaaaah~!
-What a lovely place, Toufu is.
-I love seeing Toei go through all these typical high fantasy JRPG settings, it gives me joy.
-I think the one recurring bit they don't do is try to claim the whole setting as just one continent.
-I've gotta ask, does Sebastian get paid? Y'know, a lot?
-I suppose Himeno skipped her bible study. ...can't say I blame her, tbh.
-Girl really said "I'm taking God for my collection."
-I just noticed this, but Yanma's headphones apparently aren't cat-ear ones.
-Ooooooh, remaking the divine in the form of modern industry. That's very thaumatech-y. Like Radiant Historia or uh... Fantasian, I've never played that one.
-Oooooh, grasshopper? I mean, of course there'd be one.
-...Ooooooh, what if there's a moth like Inazuman?
-Racles fucking cheated to wake it up somehow, didn't he?
-Oh okay, just leave Yanma there. Okay.
-Oh fuck, I didn't notice! Where is Gira?
-Good morning!
-Okay, goodbye... Kabutan!
-Kaguragi Jumpscare.
-"You..."
-I absolutely love So Kaku's voice.
-"Hail to the king, dude!"
-Kuroko! ...Oh wait, no, I'm not supposed to take note of you, uhhh...
-Daaaaamn, Kaguragi! You sure have a lot of... wheat!
-"Turning yourself in? Seems like kind of a bitch move."
-Oooooh, oooooh, ooooooh!
-"You! Are a very brave and wonderful man, tyrant boy!"
Gira: ...so like, do you have issues with Racules or-
Kaguragi: He is nothing BUT an issue! He works his people to death, attempted to wrest control of my nation's god, withholds his industrial innovations from my subjects... He even made fun of my ponytail by calling it a manbun, even though they're TOTALLY different!
-Ooooooh, funky!
-What a lively place.
-Must be nice to have.
-...wait, so there's more grain in Toufu than anywhere else in the world? ...guess the scale's a lot smaller than I thought.
-"This radish is is covered in dirt and bugs... my favorite~!"
-Wash your veggies before you eat 'em.
-There's God Hachi up there.
-Working hard to claim the fruits of thy labor! That is the Land of Toufu!
-"Sir Gira! ...let your best buddy in the whole wide world Lord Kaguragi handle this!"
-Alright, time to get it!
-Bonk!
-Man, I am just digging this soundtrack.
-Ohger Finish~!
-Aaaaand we've officially given up!
-"Could you like... give us time?"
-Well, he's given up.
-He has far too much drip to care what Racules thinks, Yanma.
-Guess the Shugoddamites still believe in their asshole king.
-...man, I miss Toufu's air already.
-"Shhh, shhh. There's the peasant Gira likes. ...Yeeeees, I look forward to seeing him prostrated before me."
-The Judge.
-There's Rita. There they be.
-"Well, that bitchass loser Racules doesn't wanna help me... which is why I must ask that you provide your aid!"
-"FOOOOOOD!"
-"Yanma, you fucker, keep your gross chopsticks out of the pot!"
-God this is so funny.
-The top of Tikyu's pecking order!
-"Pwease do it for our children!"
-Well, Gira's caught on.
-Slack jawed tanuki... Hey man, Keiwa'd be carrying you guys! ...more literally than anything, but.
-I love you Kaguragi.
-Here they come. The Bugnarak. In the quarry~!
-Fuck you, Dezzy.
-Tomato~!
-"Time for a bit of pesticide!"
-Hatch It!
-Ohgai Busou!
-Hachi Ohger!
-Yoooooooooo!
-Whoa, he's flexible!
-How bold of him.
-Bees. My God.
-This is amazing.
-Shugod Jumpscare.
-Using the lady as bait, smh Yanma
-Oh shit, there he is!
-"...That's not Racules."
-Kaguragi Dybowski. He cheated us all.
-God, this is epic.
-Well, he is giving Gira what he demanded at the start of the episode.
-"You little bitch!"
-Well, Gira sure was quick to forgive.
-Bug Kiss
-Good morning, Kabutan!
-Together!
-King-Ohger, come forth!
-I guess God Hachi picked up Kaguragi during that transition.
-God Papillon. Where's your Chief Justice, eh?
-King, King! King Ohger!
-Man, this dynamic's gonna be the best thing ever once Rita jumps in.
-Thank you, God Hachi.
-Ahhh, the old "attack the parts not covered by the shell" tutorial boss.
-Blown off the mountain.
-Bee Man did it.
-"Apology not accepted. Time to die, Bee Boy!"
-"No dying today."
-Man, Himeno really was about to relieve him of his head. She really is a mantis lady!
-Kaguragi has joined the party!
-"Hohohoho! Leave the scheming to the professionals, hmm? As for you, Sir Gira..."
-Oh wow, he sold them right out!
-Rita Time.
-Goddamn, they're on point.
-"Treachery, assault, attempted regicide, illegal trespassing, obstruction of justice, unlawful consumption of food... swagless behavior. By the power vested in me as Chief Justice of the International Court and Sovereign of Gokkan, I place you under arrest."
-Ohhhhh I've been waiting anxiously to see you, Your Honor.
#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#ohsama sentai king ohger#ohsama sentai kingohger#kingohger spoilers#kingohger#king ohger#king ohger spoilers
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1. When are you usually online? You can usually catch me on here EARLY in the AM. That’s when I get more stuff done. I’m usually here 4AM to queue some things in the drafts, I usually try to get to at the very least four replies. Then I’m off to work.
2. What verses are you involved in outside of this page? I have a multimuse blog that I’m slowly getting back into, it’s a low activity blog that I manage now. I try to get to 2 drafts on there a day after work. Huh, speaking of which I gotta check it out. I also have a Sinbad blog that haven’t seen me in QUITE a while but it will once I get that drive to roleplay him one more time. Honestly I’ve been juggling between Yakuza, Judgment and Fist of the north star that strengthens my muse for Yusuke through the roof.
3. What is your biggest RP pet peeve? When people don’t treat OCs with the same respect they would a canon muse. I get not every OC you meet is going to be somethin’ you mess with but it doesn’t change the fact that their writers are peeps just like me and you.
4. Are you drawn to specific types of muses? You know people tell me that I am drawn to characters that commits an act of genocide. I mean it’s a joke but yeah, the ones I’m usually drawn too are ironically the bad boy archetype.
5. Are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice? I don’t think so, what people would notice is sometimes I tend to put a spin to mundane shit through my writing.
6. What are your favorite RP trends? Oh this is something for a tumblr veteran to answer for me, I can’t really say what my favorite trends are BUT if anyone would IM me and then gimme a little bit of education then I’ll gladly re-edit this post with my answer on a later date.
7. What is your process for starting a new story with someone? There really isn’t much process, we say hey in the IMs, they post a prompt or two and I sed things in and BAM we’re writing. Though there are a few peeps that I really talk to regarding storyline especially considering Yu yu hakusho ain’t everyone’s taste.
8. How do you feel about duplicates? As a guy that loves to do multiverse stories I’d welcome a duplicate with open arms, provided they don’t jack my stuff I see no problem with it.
9. How long have you been involved in roleplaying? MAN I was still in school back then, do y’all remember Myspace and AOL? That was where I used to roleplay back in the early 2000s. I say ‘roleplay’ but I use the term extremely lightly because one my english was TRASH then, two grammar was shit too and one liners were fun.
10. Is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t? On here? There are probably a few but on discord I got my partners that enable me to live the dreams and I love each and every one of y’all.
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hello i'm back!! sorry i don't know how long i was gone :( will ask a bunch of questions in penance. i'll go ahead and risk exposing myself and list some fave episodes lol: idk specific episode numbers lol but i love the episode of swac where sonny and chad go on a fake date (always a winner) and as a kid i was always really fascinated by that episode of hannah montana where miley is in the hospital and watches people while she's sleeping.
also i remember watching zeke and luther a bit on tv but don't actually remember a lot about it, what do you like about it?
i also have fond memories of the polar express, unsettling animation and all.
unrelated question: but do you have any particular favorite tv show or movie to edit/gif?
hey!! dw i think it was just one day!
yes that's 1x09 sonny with a chance of dating!!! that one tends to be a crowd favorite lol that hannah montana episode is season 3, right? the one where lilly sings a parody of nobody's perfect to an unconscious miley? i haven't seen it in a long time i was rewatching the show but got distracted by other shows hehe and i don't remember much but anything hm is always a great choice
zeke and luther is one of those shows i know is stupid and clearly aimed at boys but it's just so fun lmao i finished my rewatch a few months ago and i think it still holds up as something to watch when you just wanna shut down your brain and have a good laugh. there's some episodes like the ones i mentioned that really stand out either for being funny or having creative plots/formats, like one strange night in s2 is basically a disney take on the hangover fun fact: disney almost shut down production for it shjdhs and not only is it hilarious but they managed to involve so many well-liked recurring characters in a way that had them all contribute to the plot in some way. the show is mostly dumb boy fun and ofc the ever-present "follow your dreams" message disney imprints on every project, but the few times they get serious about zeke and luther's friendship (which is the heart and soul of the show) i think the writers had a good balance between "haha boys talking about their feelings" and "these two are childhood best friends and would do anything for each other", plus hutch dano and adam hicks really delivered on their performances. i think a great example of that is the bro list in s2, but they also have a serious talk in 3x03 that i really like. i'll say season 3 is a bit of a downgrade for me but only because i feel like they dumbed luther down too much in that he was less funny and more annoying in quite a lot of episodes
on the topic of gifmaking, my favorite thing to gif is definitely descendants because there's so many colors to play with lol gotta love the selective color adjustment layer
#ask#gcwca secret santa#long post#sorry to my followers i'm taking this opportunity to be annoying about disney channel
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