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What did you do for Easter, Meg? Oh you know, colored eggs and wrote sacrilegious porn, hbu? Couldn't stop thinking about the comments on this post so surprise whores here you go
Worship
Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader
Bo has a few sins to confess and in the process he commits a whole bunch of new ones.
2.5k words. Smut. Super blasphemy, like so bad, and lots of religious ideas and phrasing. Oral (fem!receiving) and PnV sex in a semi-public extremely inappropriate place w/ creampie at the end bc that's what we deserve. Soft Bo, almost sub Bo if you squint. Reader wears a dress & heels and uses she/her pronouns. Extensive liberties taken with confessional booth architecture and suit pants physics.
A note: this can be read as a non-chronological part of my ongoing dilf Bo series or as a standalone.
You haven't been in this church since you were a teenager. Your eyes wander up and over the stained glass, the soaring rafters. It's a beautiful building, stately, tranquil.
"Got somethin' I need to confess," Bo whispers with his lips against your ear. Goosebumps roll down your skin.
You shoot a sidelong glance down the pew at your parents, less than two feet away. They're holiday Catholics and the sermon has them rapt, like tourists watching a wild animal from the safety of their vehicle.
You incline your head subtly in Bo's direction and hold your breath so you don't miss his next words.
"I can't get you outta my head."
You exhale slowly and shift on the bench, careful not to set the ancient wood creaking. When you sneak a look at him, he's the picture of innocence, taking in the gospel like a man who doesn't need it. You clasp your hands on your lap.
Casually, like he's commenting on the father's delivery, Bo leans in again and murmurs, "Bet you'd let me touch you here, huh? Get my hands under that little skirt...."
You shiver and shift. The bench tattles on you and your mother sends a reprimand your way with her eyes. You tug the hem of your skirt towards your knees and try to channel a modicum of the faux virtue sitting to your left.
He quiets down and behaves himself for just long enough that the flame flickering in your center dies down to an almost-appropriate level, but the heat of his leg against your bare thigh keeps you from turning all your thoughts to God. The weight of his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the pew for Communion is a stitch past purity. The look he manages to slip you as the father places the wafer in his open mouth makes you feel like you need to get back in line for a second pass at contrition, and maybe this time you'll mean it.
His hand brushes across your ass as you scoot back into the pew and you think about obedience, how you hate to be told what to do but you'd drop to your knees for him right now, right here, if he'd promise to quell the simmer he's started between your legs.
The father is thanking those who helped prepare the picnic on the lawn outside and Bo props his arm on the back of the bench, leans close and lets his lips graze your skin, and whispers, "Meet me up there once everybody's outside." He gestures with a nod.
You look at him with wide eyes. "The confessional?" you hiss.
He winks at you.
You follow your parents out onto the green, but Bo doesn't follow you. In fact you lose him immediately in the crowd, can't help but search for him among the abundance of pastel dresses and khaki suits. You agree vapidly with everything your mother says about the mass, nod politely at all your dad's closest acquaintances.
You excuse yourself at the second or third possible opportunity, afraid of running into the father if you sneak back too soon. Your footsteps are deafening in the now silent sanctuary, your eager uncertainty echoing back at you like an accusation.
Bo is nowhere to be seen, but neither is the clergy, so you step lightly across the stone floor and approach the confessional booth. The penitent's bench is hardly private, hung with a red curtain that only conceals from the waist up. You duck instead into the priest's chamber and inch the door closed behind you, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding once you're safely out of sight.
The small space is dimly lit by a single bulb recessed in the ceiling and the fractured light coming in through the screen on the one side. There's a bench built into the back wall and furnished with a velvet cushion. You sit, adjusting your skirt, and think about guilt.
Abruptly the door flies open and Bo slips inside, closing it all the way behind him. He's appropriately debonair in a blue suit, white shirt, no tie. For a moment, he looks a touch harried, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the door is closed. But then he looks down at you, meets your gaze, and flashes you a grin.
"Well what do we have here?"
You move to stand and he shakes his head, fighting to shrug off his suit coat in the confined space. "Don't get up, darlin', you're perfect right there. Betcha this is the first time anyone with tits has sat in that seat."
You giggle, a touch nervous. He reaches his hand out for yours and brings your knuckles to his lips. His mustache prickles your skin.
"You enjoy the mass?"
You're not sure if he's serious. "...parts of it, yeah."
He smiles. "Which parts?"
You open your mouth for a sharp reply but your gaze is hung up on his lips and when he shifts his weight you become unbearably aware of how close his bulge is to your face.
Bo laughs low and squeezes your hand. "I myself had a hard time focusin' on the good word. Had my mind on...other things." He eyes you with something like mischief. "I was hopin' maybe you could help me...unburden myself."
The smell of him is slowly permeating the tiny space, overwriting the stuffy scent of incense and oiled wood with tobacco and aftershave. He barely fits, too tall, shoulders too broad. He could swallow you whole and you wish he would.
"Anything you want," you say softly.
Bracing himself against the walls, he sinks to his knees in front of you. The pattern of the screen is emblazoned on his face in light. The wood pops and creaks. You remember to breathe.
"I'm a sinner, darlin'." He gazes up at you through those lashes, smiling sheepishly, big hands curving around your calves. "Done too much wrong to confess. Can't even remember it all."
You touch his cheek, brush your thumb over the crow's feet at the corner of his eye. "Start small."
His hands slide down to your ankles and he works at the strap of your heels with ungainly fingers. "I been tellin' lies, baby." He slips off one shoe and starts on the other. "Your mama asked me if I've been seein' anyone and I said no." His thumb runs along the arch of your foot. "Your daddy asked me if I knew where you was the other night and I told him I didn't have a clue."
He wraps his fingers around your ankles and squeezes gently, and then pulls your legs open. You stifle a gasp, try to press your thighs together to maintain a smidgen of modesty.
Bo kisses your knees. His hands creep up the outside of your legs. "Been gamblin'. Riskin' my reputation, my livelihood."
"Why would you do that?" you whisper.
He grins against your skin. His fingers are sneaking beneath your skirt. "Well y'see, there's this girl...."
You bite your lip as he curls one finger around the waistband of your panties on either side and tugs them down your thighs.
"She ain't for me...but she's all I want. And that's another thing." He tucks your panties in his pocket and you pretend you don't notice. "I been plagued by lustful thoughts. Day and night I'm thinkin' about this girl, thinkin' about the sounds she makes...picturin' her underneath me...." He guides your knees apart, drags his mouth over your skin, lighting you up from the outside in. His shoulders are solid under your hands, a foundation to cling to.
"See, I know it's wrong, but whenever she's around me I just...forget myself. Start wonderin' what she's got on under her clothes, what I gotta do to get 'em off of her...." He nips at your flesh, one, two, three up your thigh, and you gasp each time. "Keeps me up at night wishin' she was in my bed." He pauses, looks at you with cocked eyebrows. "I think about her damn near every time I defile myself, which is...often."
You exhale slowly, release the death grip you have on his shirt and run your fingers through his hair. "Sounds like you've got a lot of penance to do."
Bo lets out a helpless chuckle. "I know it, baby. I'm desperate." He blinks up at you, looking earnest. "I'm hopin' you got some salvation to offer me."
"I might." You tug your skirt up, baring yourself to him, and he groans, fingers digging into your flesh. "But you've got to earn it."
He inches forward and pins your legs open on either side of his shoulders. "Never been much of a god-fearin' man," he says, "but I know how to worship." He bows his head and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your skin. "What d'you know about devotion, angel?"
"Nothing," you say, breathless. "Teach me."
The first pass of his tongue is feather-light and devastating and you sigh as that flickering flame roils brightly back to life. He teases the edge of your entrance, warming you up with the heat of his attention. You make a small sound and he responds with a slow, insistent lick up the length of your slit that makes you whine and clutch at his hair.
He cradles your clit in the cup of his lips and venerates you with his tongue in lazy spirals, up and over, and your blood throbs in the same rhythm. He sucks gently, and then harder, and you moan in the bliss of transubstantiation as his mouth makes the mundane into the divine.
With a growl in the back of his throat he hoists your legs onto his shoulders and penetrates you with his tongue, lapping at your pussy in search of absolution. Your eyes bounce around the blank ceiling of the booth as your hips buck mindlessly against his chin. His mustache tickles your lips, beard coarse against your inner thighs.
"Bo," you gasp as he sucks hard at your clit, "oh, god."
"I'm a bad person, baby," he mumbles. "Promise."
"No." You try and fail to stifle a cry, back arching, toes curled. "You're so good...you're so good."
Between your gasps you hear the sound of footsteps on the stone. Your steady-building climax skids to a halt and you stare wide-eyed at the confessional door.
Bo doesn't stop. In fact, he redoubles his efforts.
You clamp your hand over your mouth, trying desperately to keep still even as your body flexes and writhes against your will. You can hear two voices--you recognize one as the father but the other could be anybody, some stranger, some sinner seeking Easter confession.
Bo seals his mouth over your cunt and grinds his tongue against your clit again and again, gripping your ass, holding you to him as you squirm and seek purchase on the featureless walls.
The voices are getting closer and against all odds, so is your release. You're past the point of redemption, couldn't stave it off if you wanted to.
"Bo," you squeak under your breath, clawing at the back of his neck, grasping the edge of the seat, "please--"
He grunts softly. He's devouring you, hellbent on a miracle, bound and determined to introduce you to God. And seconds later, when your cup runneth over and your spine arches against the velvet and you have to sink your teeth into the meat of your palm to keep from howling his name, you see starbursts of pastel pink and sky blue behind your eyes and figure this is probably the closest you'll get to the pearly gates.
Your breath is hitching in your chest and you feel him slip out of your hands and you whimper, floating back into your body, unsteady as you try to sit up straight on the bench. The voices and footsteps are fading and you breathe a sigh of relief and release.
His hands are on your arms and he's coaxing you to your feet, supporting your weight on behalf of your shaking legs, turning you around in the tight space and murmuring in your ear.
"Need you, baby, right now, c'mere. Need to be inside you. Let me--"
He takes your place on the bench. He's undone his belt, freed his cock from his pants, and you clamber eagerly into his lap and let him guide you down onto him. Your head lolls back as he pushes into you, fills your empty space. The image of him looking desperately up at you is burned into the back of your eyelids.
"Angel," he breathes as he takes your face in his hands and brings your mouth to his. His kisses are hot with lust, with greed, with envy of everyone who's ever touched your lips before him. You can smell yourself in his beard, sweet and heady like original sin.
You move, rocking back and forth on his cock, and he moves you, hands on your hips, your skirt in disarray, his shirt falling open as you wrestle with the buttons. He pulls you closer, pulls himself deeper, and you can feel his heart pounding when you brace yourself on his chest.
"Ain't gonna last long," he pants. "So fuckin' tight, baby, so perfect...."
"That's okay, that's okay," you say, stumbling over your words. The frame of the booth is groaning in legitimate complaint, the entire structure trembling slightly, and you're going to get caught, surely you are, and you'll be cast out together beyond the reach of forgiveness but that might be alright as long as you've got him with you.
You press yourself against him, as close as you can get and not close enough. He cums with his face buried in your chest and your name in his mouth like a prayer. The kick of his cock inside you grants you another little climax, a little death, little moans jarred from your lips with each waning thrust of his hips.
"Kiss me," you whisper, and he obeys, his eyes glazed, his gaze soft and adoring. His needy grip on your waist melts into caresses and you finger the buttons of his shirt like rosary beads. One is missing; you're both hopelessly disheveled, undeniably sin-touched. You push his hair off his forehead and back into place. "Did this help?"
He shakes his head and laughs quietly. "No."
"Made it worse."
"Yeah."
"Sorry."
"'S okay." He kisses you again. "You're forgiven."
#i know i know i write so much of bo eating pussy but you know what? you know what?? you're welcome okay?? leave me alone#this was supposed to be like a blurb but i just don't know how to shut up about this old man#bo sinclair#bo sinclair fanfiction#dilf bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#slasher x reader#house of wax fanfiction#agaas#a gentleman and a scoundrel
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Dude first of can I say I bloody love your writing second of all I just read that piece of reader and Jamie watching finding nemo and I had an idea. What if Jamie is watching when Harry met Sally for movie night with the team and it literally gives him the biggest mindblown lightbulb moment that he’s in love with the reader aka his best friend of over 10 years. The ending of it always makes me cry.
This is crazy did you read my other drabble where Jamie and reader watch when Harry Met Sally (I love that movie) But I LOVE THIS idea.
The boys filed into the rec room, the chairs already set up for the boys to be able to watch whatever movie Ted picked out for tonight. You were in there, finishing setting up the projector cause lord knows that if you didn't do it Ted would never be able to figure it out.
"And there!" You finished, throwing your hands up in success. "All you have to do is press play."
"Well, now, thank you (Y/N), you've been a big help," Ted grinned. "Alright now, folks! Let's file in, get your seat we're gonna get started soon!"
"(Y/N)!" Jamie called over to you. You looked over at him and smiled and Jamie's heart about stopped. Sure he was in love with you. You were brilliant. But it wasn't like he would ever say anything and ruin the friendship you had. "Over here."
"Sorry, Jamie, I got work to do, won't be able to stay tonight," you told him walking towards the door. "But I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
You walked out of the door. Some of the team pat him on the shoulder sympathetically as they walked by. Was it really that. obvious? How could you not see it?
Jamie elected to slump down next to Sam and Isaac instead, unable to keep the pout off his face.
"It is alright, Jamie," Sam comforted, nudging him. "She's just busy tonight."
"Yeah! Anyone with eyes can see she's into you," Isaac agreed.
"Thanks, lads, but I think it's hopeless," Jamie grumbled.
"Alright, greyhounds, now!" Ted clapped his hands getting the attention up at the front. "Tonight we're watching a movie about friendship, and love, and how friendship and love walk a very dangerous line. But all you need is that one push to spill your guts."
"Fucks sake," Jamie muttered, adjusting his seat.
"And without further ado, When Harry met Sally!" Ted scurried out from in front of the projector. Jamie rolled his eyes and settled in for another rom com that he didn't enjoy because all he could think about is (Y/N),
But what surprised him was how great the movie was. The writing, the flirting, it was all so comparable to his own life. By the end of it, he was leaning forward in his seat as Billy Crystal rushed down the streets of New York to find Meg Ryan.
"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Jamie felt him mind racing as he listened to that line. He thought about you and the butterflies that followed him around whenever you were near. The smile that lit up the room. The laugh that could save lives. He wanted to be with you and he wanted to be with you right now.
Just as the lights turned on, Jamie shot up out of his chair and raced out of the room. The rest of the boys cheered as he did.
Ted turned to Beard. "I reckon you owe me 10 pounds."
Meanwhile, Jamie was rushing to your room. When he arrived, he knocked fiercely on the door, not letting up until you opened it.
"Jamie? What on earth-"
"I love you," he blurted out. You eyes widened, trying to take in what he was saying. "I love you. Like I love the way you smile, I love the way you talk, I love the way you always seem to know what I want for lunch even though I don't know what I want for lunch."
"Jamie wha-"
"I love you," He repeated. "You know my hair dye brand, you know that I like the temperature in my house to be 18 degrees. Not 20, not 15, 18 degrees. I love you (Y/N)."
You were speechless. You couldn't form a thought into a word if you wanted to. You just looked back and forth between Jamie's eyes trying to decipher if this was a joke.
"(Y/N), I love you and when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you-"
"Want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible..." You finished the quote, smiling softly.
"I know this is sudden, and whatever, but I just... I need you to know."
"Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you kiss me now?"
"God, yes."
And he did. He kissed you. He kissed you quite a lot actually.
#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#ted lasso#ted lasso show#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt fanfiction#drabble night#drabble#fluff
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Acc to spare, when does Harry actually claim he proposed to Meghan?? And when did he claim to have asked the queen for permission? I believe she said "I spoke I have to say yes then" to his question.
From whatever i had read so far, I thought the permission happened in Scotland, or just after the queen got back from Balmoral. So sometime late August or early September 2017. And the proposal happened in Sept 2017. So right around the time you say the BRF Archie page was forst set up. And when suits not being renewed rumours started. What do you think was happening there? Meghan finally got her claws all in and started flexing about how she will be one of the KP bosses soon?
So below the jump are excerpts from both Spare and Tom Bower's Revenge on Harry asking The Queen for permission and the proposal.
But essentially, both works contradict each other and the key dates mentioned don't line up to the September 4, 2017 date from the webpage.
In Spare:
Harry says that Meghan and The Queen met at the Royal Lodge "by accident" in October 2016 - he was taking Meghan to meet Fergie, there were no corgis, Meghan's curtsy was flawless, and The Queen asked about Donald Trump.
Harry writes that he asked The Queen for permission to marry Meghan at the end of October in Sandringham on a shoot. This would have been the weekend of October 27 - 29, 2017.
He proposed on November 4th shortly after Meghan officially moved to London. (It sounds like he proposed maybe between 1-3 days after she moved.) Harry writes that they kept the engagement a secret for about two weeks, but the way he wrote it, it's dripping with a kind of venom, in a way, that makes one wonder if the engagement was leaked or if they were forced to announce the engagement when they did.
But when you look at the calendar, two weeks after November 4th is November 18th - a whole nine days before the official announcement. So what happened to the missing week?
In Revenge:
Bower presents them going to The Queen for permission to marry as a kind of fait accompli - it sounds like they were engaged first, then went to see The Queen for permission at Buckingham Palace and that this meeting was also Meghan's first introduction to The Queen.
Bower says this happened at the end of October, 2 weeks after the Invictus Games ended on October 12th. This would be the weekend of October 27-29, 2017 - so at least the dates that the Queen was asked for permission align between Harry's version and Bower's version.
The corgis were there in Bower's version of events. (Which aligns with Harry saying the corgis were there the first time he introduced Meghan to The Queen in the engagement interview.)
Bower also suggests that The Queen felt she had to say yes because of Meghan's PR saying they had already met; ergo, that the Queen felt she couldn't say no because it would have been a Thing.
It is interesting that Bower specifically calls out the 2017 Invictus Games ending on October 12 when the official record has it ending on September 30. It's most likely a factchecking error, but it's surprising coming from Bower.
Quotes below the jump!
Quick note first - I cannot stand how they formatted Spare, so in the sections below, I'm using my own formatting to make it a much more sensical (to me, at least) read. If you read Spare yourself, you will see that the formatting is a tragedeigh.
In Spare, Harry describes Meghan meeting the Queen in Part 3, Chapter 15:
Meg came back to London a week later. October 2016. We lunched with [Mark Dwyer] and his family, and I introduced her to a few other close mates. All good. Everyone loved her.
Emboldened, I felt the time had come for her to meet my family. She agreed. First stop, Royal Lodge. o meet Fergie, because Meg already knew Fergie's daughter Euge, and Jack, so this seemed a logical baby step. But as we neared Royal Lodge, I got word on my phone. Granny was there. She'd popped in. On her way home from church back to the castle.
Meg said: "Fun! I love grandmas."
I asked if she knew how to curtsy. She said she thought so. But she also couldn't tell if I was serious. "You're about to meet the Queen."
"I know, but it's your grandma."
"But she's the Queen."
We pulled into the driveway, drove across the gravel, parked next to the big green box hedge.
Fergie came outside, somewhat aflutter, and said: "Do you know how to curtsy?"
Meg shook her head. Fergie demonstrated once. Meg imitated her. there wasn't time for a more advanced tutorial. We couldn't keep Granny waiting. As we walked towards the door, Fergie and I both leaned into Meg, whispering quick reminders. "When you first meet the Queen, it's Your Majesty. Thereafter it's just Ma'am. Rhymes with ham." (Quick aside: I'm pretty sure they did not say this. This is 100% the script from the movie, The Queen, and I'm pretty sure it's verbatim.) "Just, whatever you do, don't talk over her," we both said, talking over each other.
We entered the large front sitting room and there she was. Granny. THe monarch. Queen Elizabeth II. Standing in the middle of the room. She turned slightly. Meg went straight to her and dropped a deep, flawless curtsy. "Your Majesty. Pleasure to meet you."
(Harry goes on to describe how The Queen asked Meghan about Donald Trump, since this was right before the 2016 election, and Meghan expertly pivoted to Canada and the Commonwealth. There are no dogs present in Harry's recollection of Meghan's introduction to The Queen.)
Harry describes the engagement beginning in Part 3 - Chapter 32. It takes place sometime after the 2017 Invictus Games. Harry calls Ed Lane Fox, his former private secretary, 'Elf.'
I told Elf and Jason that I wanted to propose. Congratulations, both men said. But then Elf said he'd need to do some fast digging to find out the protocols. There were strict rules governing such things. Rules? Really?
He came back days later and said before doing anything I'd need to ask Granny's permission. I asked him if that was a real rule, or the kind we could work around. "Oh no, it's very real."
(Harry describes how self-absorbed he is and recaps some plot points from The Crown.)
And so, heart full of fear, mouth full of dust, I turned to the calendar. With Elf's help I circled a weekend in late October. A family shooting trip at Sandringham. Shooting trips always put Granny in a good mood. Perhaps she'd be more open to thoughts of love?
(Harry talks about how he thinks Charles and William would talk him out of asking The Queen to marry Meghan if they knew he was going to do it and he recaps how William had been "pretty discouraging" about the relationship. Then he blathers on about how Charles told him there's no money to support Meghan and how Charles doesn't like anyone taking attention from him. He describes the shoot and how anxious he is to get time alone with The Queen.)
After the final drive the party scattered. Everyone finished picking up their birds and returned to the Land Rovers. I saw Granny jump into her smaller Range Rover and drive out to the middle of the stubble field. She began looking for dead birds, while her dogs hunted.
There was no security around her, so this looked to be my chance.
I walked out to the middle of the stubble field, fell in alongside her, began helping. (blah blah blah, interior monologue, my heart cannot go on without Meg but I can't disobey my Queen.)
I realized that I needed to get to it, without one second more of hesitation, so as Granny lowered the tailgate, as the dogs leaped up, as I thought of petting them but then remembered I had (description of dead birds and more interior monologing about how much he loved The Queen)...I saw her waitingf for me to speak--and not waiting patiently. Her face radiated: "Out with it."
I coughed. "Granny, you know I love Meg very much, and I've decided that I would like to ask her to marry me, and I've been told that, er, that I have to ask your permission before I can propose."
"You have to?"
"Um. Well, yes, that's what your staff tell me, and my staff as well. That I have to ask your permission."
I stood completely still, as motionless as the birds in my hands. I stared at her face but it was unreadable. At last she replied: "Well, then, I suppose I have to say yes."
Harry goes on to describe how offended he is by her reaction and admits he's so self-absorbed he doesn't realize it was permission granted.
Chapter 34 is about a time Harry and Meghan hosted William and Kate for dinner. William had a cold, Meghan offered her homeopathic "cures" and William found it charming while Kate was rude, and describes Meghan being in ripped jeans while Kate is dressed up. Chapter 35 is Harry's narration of Meghan moving to London and his description of how he proposed: outside in the garden because he wanted it to be like when they were in Botswana:
We hurried inside, finished our celebration in the warmth of the kitchen. It was November 4. We managed to keep it secret for about two weeks.
From Revenge, Tom Bower writes in Chapter 19:
To please Harry, the Queen agreed to ditch centuries of tradition. Meghan would be fast-tracked into the Royal Family before the wedding. Two weeks after the Invictus Games ended on 12th October, Harry introduced Meghan to the Queen in Buckingham Palace. Over tea and sandwiches, the monarch formally approved her grandson's engagement. The 91 year old had no choice. Apparently, she had already met Meghan in Windsor Park. In a fleeting, unexpected encounter, Meghan would claim to have performed an unrehearsed botched curtsey. During the formal meeting in the Palace, Harry would describe how the Queen's corgis, who had for the previous 33 years barked at him, lay at Meghan's feet and wagged their tales. Meghan described the scene as 'very sweet.'
(Meghan moves to London. Bower talks about how the institution isn't welcoming to married-ins. They ran off Diana, Fergie, and Anne's first husband, and threatened to do the same to Kate till William laid down the law.)
Meghan was the beneficiary of those misjudgements. In anticipation of the engagement's formal announcement, Palace officials agreed that to ease her transition into the family she needed guidance about the restrictions accepted by all members of the Royal Family. Harry would claim that he had forewarned Meghan: 'You know what you're letting yourself in for. It's a big deal and it's not easy for anybody.' If so, no one directly asked Meghan whether she understood that the British monarchy had only survived - with the support of 70 per cent of Britons - by seaking to remain soberly uncontroversial. No one spelled out to her that monarchists were unaware that most of the changes made to ensure the Crown's modernisation and survival had been imperceptible. But then, no one recalls that Meghan asked any detailed questions before the engagement was officially announced on 27th November, 2017.
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The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | 동팬텀 x 손크리 Review 1/6
October 8, 2023 - Evening | 200th Performance, 100th for Seoul
The Phantom of the Opera | 전동석 Jeon Dong-seok
Christine Daaé | 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo
Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny | 송원근 Song Won-geun
Carlotta Giudicelli | 한보라 Han-Bora
Oh hey, it's that man I never shut up about. Round 1 out of 2 of him!
I made the following excuse for this ticket decision: I need something for my sanity the day I arrive after a 19 hour long trip so why not add in a special milestone performance if the chance is right there?
Well, I got two very different experiences on both days I saw him, so it was absolutely worth it. So you'll have to read both to get the full picture. Let's begin with this one
My friends have heard this 5000 times, but I don't know what devil possessed him on the first show. Maybe it was because it was a special show and he wanted to show off? Who knows! I ate it up! He for sure woke me up after 24+ hours of no sleep and 19 hours of travel! I had a horrible migraine the whole show! I don't care!
Hannibal Rehearsal / Think of Me
Sorry, but if you could extract the view from my eyes like camera footage during Hannibal rehearsal it would be like at least 70% Yoon Young-seok fancam. His Monsieur André is clearly very passionate and enthusiastic about opera and has major googoo eyes for Carlotta. He kind of reminded me of Nehal Joshi with his energy 🥹 As many of you may know, he was the original Phantom in Korea and played the role in both the 2001-2 and 2009-11 runs! He had said that he wanted to return to POTO because it felt like home to him, but not as the Phantom again (even in 2010 he felt taking the role again in the future would be greedy). So it's been really sweet to see his clear love for the show in this.
When Piangi got cut off because of singing "Roma", from behind you could hear one of the ensemble members complain about doing this 200 times because it was the 200th performance. 😆 It was also really funny when Piangi did a pinky promise to himself during the "Promise me" line when Carlotta was singing 'Think of Me'. He is really all over her
As others have said, Sohn Ji-soo really is reminiscent of classic 90's Christines. I think she has a light operatic voice pretty similar to Sarah Brightman's (she is an opera singer making her musical debut in this show). I lean towards these types of voices for Christine so she was my favorite to listen to most of the time.
It kind of felt like her Christine was already "more experienced" than Eun-hye's? I don't mean that she's better at it, I mean her Christine's energy felt more experienced if that makes sense. SEH Christine looked like it was her first time in the spotlight. Maybe it's the actual opera singer experience she has coming through. She is absolutely light and angelic though, I adore her voice :')
Monsieur André is very into Christine's performance the whole time looking proud of her. But sadly poor André surrounded by hooligans who don't respect the arts once again! Raoul would get up to cheer for Christine and he would immediately look mortified waving his hands for him to stop and then crouch covering his mouth in embarrassment. Madame Firmin looked at him in shock and Monsieur Firmin looked away covering the side of his face like he couldn't bear to see it or be seen with him
Angel of Music / Little Lotte
SJS Christine has "her head in the clouds". She looked like she was drifting off in a trance hearing the Phantom's praises until Meg pulled her out of it.
Son Won-geun is the standard soft, protective Raoul. He's a good egg. Maybe not a very seasoned exciting egg often, but he's definitely a stable choice for the future! That's always my preferred temperament anyway even if it isn't super unique. These two make a pretty classic Raoulstine pair.
Even if some of her lines can be a bit awkwardly spoken sometimes, I thought she's improved and seemed really adorable and innocent.
The First Lair | POTO / MOTN / STYDI
SJS Christine looks at everything around her in the boat like this world she's entering is so magical and beautiful to her. When she was singing for him at the end, JDS Phantom looked like he was drowning himself in the sound of her voice. He smiled and nodded excitedly, motioning for her to continue. He also smiled when passing his hand over his music at his organ, saying he wanted her alone to sing his music.
God. I think Dong-seok's Phantom is a nerd. I know he's very pretty and romantic, but his Phantom fumbles around restlessly unsure of what to do with Christine. Definitely "I've never seen a woman before in my life" energy. We must be convinced by acting that a pretty man can too be a terrible basement loser too after all!
Despite this, his hands had very pretty and delicate movements gliding through the air. They looked like they were guiding and drawing the music out of her. He was a little less awkward this performance, but he would lose his flow and get stressed if he actually got to close to her. He switched his hands after turning her face away from him to gently draw her face near him again with the tips of his fingers. But when she stepped forward to try to kiss him he got panicky with wide eyes and stepped away quickly. He adjusted his collar a bit as he continued as if he had struggled to breathe for a moment.
When Christine approached him on the portcullis, he looked shy about it and turned away. It's a bit funny since Ji-soo's Christine is 1) Always very into MOTN and following the Phantom 2) Has the best chemistry with him and KJT Phantom most of all. I don't think you need to have much game to win with her, but you're still stressing this much about it!
But he got stronger at the end! First, he lightly touched her shoulder with one hand and drew back hesitantly, but then he walked around her to wrap his other arm around her slowly. Once he realized he finally did have her, he became bolder. He leaned in close with a voice heavy with desire and rubbed his cheek in her hair.
Please...he almost seemed like a proud kid presenting their art project when he brought Christine to the mirror bride. His pure excitement to show Christine his gift made his confused and freaked out reaction to her passing out especially funny to me. Poor guy, that's not the way to get ladies.
I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It
It wasn't loud enough to hear what he was saying, but he mumbled to himself while working on his music. It made me really curious
He causes one of the biggest scenes out of the Phantoms after being unmasked. He yells "날 저주해! - Curse me!" at the very end of his outbursts and then screams and gasps wildly. His anger was mostly at himself than at Christine.
He had a harsh sort of growly voice in parts of the first half. At one point he stopped covering his face and used both of his hands to pull himself forward clumsily. He's a very long awkward mess!
SJS Christine would quietly look away until the Phantom is finally in front of her. With big pleading eyes, he reached for her, but he turned away when she finally faced him. She looked so deeply sad for him like she wished she could comfort him in some way, but didn't know how.
From the start, his Phantom has romantic intentions, but he just feels every feeling so intensely, so deeply that anything gets too painful for him. It seems like the closer he tries to get and the more he tries to love her, the more harmful it is for him.
Notes I/Prima Donna
The managers were constantly checking in with each other while they handle the stress of convincing Carlotta. During Prima Donna they would lean behind or peek around her to exchange looks either urging the other to keep it up or just to give show their relief (André nodded and winked at Firmin right before they began their singing for the song). It's so cartoonish and ridiculous and I love it. I also love that when they realized they had finally fully swayed her, they high fived each other. Perfect team!
Interrupting this to drop an important tweet:
Han Bo-ra seems like the more comedic, obnoxious Carlotta (don't take that the wrong way, I Iove it) and had some big exaggerated expressions sometimes. Her speaking voice was higher than her singing voice. At the start of Prima Donna, she gave into the managers' flattery pretty quickly. She had very big starry eyes as they showered her with praise and it was really cute.
SWG Raoul kind of gets drowned out in these big scenes. I could tell that he was trying to make some choices in the background each show, but it just wasn't enough to make himself stand out if you weren't actively looking for him.
The Rooftop
SWG Raoul is very worried for Christine above all before 'All I Ask of You'. Although he watches her in confusion, he doesn't seem judgmental of her meltdown. I think he just genuinely wants to understand what's happening to her. His AIAOY, while not very intense, was pretty sweet and gentle. But still this is a safe and normal choice for Christine!! That's a normal stable man and he's doing his best
AIAOY (Reprise)
I was first row balcony so he was directly in my line of sight. I could already see his hand come up before Christine and Raoul had even left. He's the biggest crier out of the four in this scene, like full sobbing.
(Also whoever whispered "미쳤어" in the audience when he revealed himself on the angel is so relatable truly)
Twisted Every Way / Don Juan Rehearsal
SJS Christine always looked like she's completely drained here. She's almost dazed and doesn't have the energy to deal with it anymore. Her worn betrayed face when she realizes Raoul really wants her to go through with this plan made her look like she felt abandoned. I think this is what makes her 'Wishing', her finding her strength, especially impactful.
Also, during Don Juan rehearsal, Christine was trying to help Piangi pointing to his sheet music even though she didn't even want to be there, but he was not having it haha
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
She is the best at this song both acting-wise and vocally. It broke my heart seeing her kiss the red scarf after she holds it close to her face.
Before the last verse of the song when she ran to the mausoleum gates she clung to them so tightly breaking down and sounding frustrated with herself.
You see a lot of growth with her Christine who was so reliant on the Angel of Music's guidance and so willing to obey and trust him. If the gift from her father that she believed in and held onto so tightly was a lie, what did she have left now? She needed the courage to move on herself. The transition from being so exhausted and lost to angry with herself for being trapped by her grief to finally finding her strength...my heart. One of my favorite performances of this song for sure. She is just putting everything into this.
The Point of No Return
He was unusually spicy during this scene. Tension was high, the Phantom was finally being pushed to the edge. He wasn't very rough with her, but he was definitely possessive. I remember him brushing under her chin with his fingers when she looked at him after he stopped her from turning away. His hand wrapped around her wrist slowly and sensually when he pulled her arm away after she drank.
His hands tended to tremble when he would reach up for Christine when she was behind him, but he really did not have that fear this performance. He actually leaned into her touch pretty shamelessly and indulged himself in the moment
He's the only Phantom with this slight lyric change in PONR. It's just a word difference (This would be where "No backward glances - Our games of make believe are at an end" is)
이제 더 이상 날 떠나갈 순 없게 하리라 /
now you'll no longer be able to leave me
->
이제 더 이상 날 거역할 순 없게 하리라
now you'll no longer be able to defy me
Whoa, whoa his proposal at the end of the song was not a blubbering mess. Sometimes he can barely get his words out like he's on the verge of a meltdown. Here? There was no pleading. He pointed at her asking her not to leave him alone, but he was most definitely actually telling her. The ring was put on pretty forcefully like he finally had lost his patience waiting to be chosen. It really surprised me to see it coming from him
Final Lair
I think it was after saying he wasn't allowed any happiness that he held his hand up to keep her back. He didn't give her any room to show him sympathy. Instead of looking hurt, when she told him she's not afraid of his face, he leaned in really close to her face with his finger to his lips and hushed her. He had an especially arrogant sarcastic attitude when Raoul arrived and laughed darkly. The bitterness was something else!
Later upon hearing her say her tears had dried up and she was left with only hate, he crumpled his sheet music. Even when she threw the veil he didn't react in the normal way trying to reach for it. He had tried to motion to stop her, but then just stared coldly after she had done it. You could really see that resentment in her eyes though. She had changed so much. SJS Christine had always had so much deep respect for and great faith in her angel, but she could see him clearly now.
More points for SWG Raoul for focusing more on protecting Christine than beefing with the Phantom. He immediately asks her "괜찮아요? / Are you okay?" when the Phantom allows him in. Even when he gets the lasso thrown on him (which thankfully the Raouls in this cast actually remember they need to really act like they're being suffocated) his first priority was reaching for Christine and trying to protect her. I don't like when Raouls act like they're just competing with the Phantom.
For the "you try my patience line" Dong-seok added in something extra. He got really close to her face again leaning forward in his throne and said in a whispered voice:
날...날 시험하지마...알겠어? 크리스틴? 선택해! /
Don't test me...do you understand? Christine? Choose!
It was so so quiet you could barely hear him before he shouted at her to choose. But even with the tension in the air, in this moment he felt weak, giving empty threats to hide how broken down he was.
The way Ji-soo sings before the kiss hurts me so bad! She's almost cracking with a weak voice at the start from crying until she builds up the energy to go to him. During the first kiss, he was repeatedly gripping at her arms frantically like he was drowning and trying to cling to something to stay afloat. He was pacified by her hug letting his arms lower to his sides. It was during the second kiss that he closed his eyes and his face looked peaceful for a moment. He looked like he was freed.
He took a long time to release Raoul. He sort of did a small pained laugh when he looked at him that turned into gasps (as if trying not to cry) before he released him. This night, he sounded and looked really exhausted with the way he told them to leave.
His "I love you" was so soft "사랑~...해.." the last syllable was cut shortly and weakly... SJS Christine was very reluctant about leaving the Phantom.
Once again he let another pained laugh out before he began sobbing at the sound of Christine and Raoul's singing. But SJS Christine never took her eyes off of him when the boat passed by. He barely saw it though, he turned and saw her only right before she was out of sight :(
When he sang his final line he sobbed out "끝나버린 / over" struggling to get his words out, but gathered to strength to finish one last powerful note and accept this ending
At curtain call Ji-soo was messing with Won-geun when he was going to kiss her hand (I think she had switched it up on him or something I can't remember) and they started jokingly bickering until Dong-seok walked down for his bow and shooed them away with his hand like they were being ridiculous hehe
We took a big audience photo with Dong-seok after curtain call to celebrate the milestone performance! This was also Lee Sang-jun's 700th performance so Yoon Young-seok tried to give bring some attention to him before they left the stage. He was Buquet in the last production of POTO and I believe he has the most performances in POTO out of any cast member
That's a lot lot of people photobombing my personal photo with my guy how rude. The seats were all sold out, but the gaps in the audience happened because there was a mass exodus after curtain call both this day and on the 1500th. I'm assuming people have trains to catch or are tired at the end of the night.
Dong-seok was cutely insistent about us wearing the white side out and he told us not to catch a cold at the end (a lot of cast members were getting sick in the show and other shows around then)
That's it for this performance! His second one which will be analyzed in the other review was more of his usual than this. I feel like I got one of the most unusual Dong Phantom shows of them all this time so you know what? It was worth the complete exhaustion on the literal first day of my trip. A fitting reward for my struggles!
#i did not have rose-tinted 본진 glasses on i swear#he just ate something crazy before this show or something#one of my fave performances#the phantom of the opera#poto korea#poto#jeon dong seok#sohn ji soo#song won geun#전동석#손지수#송원근#오페라의 유령#poto review
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a/n: Welcome to the addiction series!! this is my first ever serious post lmao, so please take it lightly. give me ur honest opinions tho! i hope you guys like it <3
this story is placed around the time harry got mugged on the street, but im changing some thing! he is also still dating olivia in the begining of this story so if that bother you im sorry. but that will change, just be patient my children....
famous!harry x plus size!normal oc
1.9k words (i promise i will try to make them longer lol)
the one where harry meets meg, but not in a way you would expect....
content warnings: mugging, talks of knives, talks of drugs and alchol, talks of being cross faded. i think thats it but let me know if there is anything else!!! this is an 18+ story!!! i cant stop you from doing it but please, viewer descretion is advised!!!!
part one, megs pov:
"damn, your crossed as fuck." pepper said laughing. i couldn't really feel it but i knew she was right. at this point im so use to the feelig that i cant even tell the difference. aside from the alchol i had taken a couple of things that were past around and somked a bit of weed. i wouldn't say i'm the 'highest iv'e ever been' but im definietly i in no state of mind to be driving. thank fully med had driven me her, as she was D.D tonight.
i was starting to get really hot. i knew that as soon as i felt that fire start to creep up my spine it was time for me to tap out from everything for the night. i passed the joint in my hands to the person on my right with out even remembering who it was. i picked myself off the couch and make a b-line for the front door, but not without pepper noticing me.
i feel someone follow me and i assume that it pepper. i turn around and see my assumtions are correct.
"hey, you ok?" she asks. i nod a brush it off, but at this point in our friendship there is nothing i could hide from her. physical or emotional. "tell me the truth meg." she says giving me her famous stare of truth, as we walk to a place more private.
"yeah, just having that feeling again." i dont need to explain more. she gives me a knowing look understanding what i'm talking about the minute i say it. she had a worried look on her face and sits there thinking about what to say next.
"maybe you should go home. do you need a ride?" i know she hasn't been drinking and it would probably be safer to drive with her, rather than walk the streets alone in LA at 1am, but i saw her talking with cassie (who she's been crushing on for month.) and i dont want her to have to stop something she barly got to start. i shake my head no and tell her that i can walk. she gives me an 'are you sure' look.
"i think it will be good for my head and make the hangover a lot more bearable in the morning. besides, i think tonight will finally be the night you get lucky with cass." i wink at her. she turns red before giving me a nod telling me to text her when i get home. i agree before hugging her and making my way out.
i start my jouney home holding on to the knife in my pocket just to be safe. i don't live in the best part of town, so i have to be ready for anything. i pull out my vape just to calm my nerves. i've always hated walking alone, and being crossed out of my mind wasn't helping.
i walk pretty fast for being in the state im in. as i start getting closer to my nighborhood, i hear some shit going down not far from me. of course its got to be the path i need to go down. i put my head down trying to ignore whatever it is and just get home. i make a lot of rash choices while being this fucked up, and the last thing i need to to go back to jail for the night.
as i get closer, i see a group of short guys surounding a rather tall man. i couldn't tell if this was some kind of drug deal with a skinny king-pin, or if the tall guy was in trouble. i decided to just act like i dont see anthing. the last thing i need tonight was to be dragged into what ever the fuck this was.
as i walk by i see the tall guy pull out a big stack of cash. i don't think i've seen that much moneyin one sitting in my life. i then realize the group of short guys was pointing a knife to him.
they were mugging him.
i may sound like a bad person for saying this, but i think i need that cash more the tall guy and the rest of these idiot. like i said, i make rash and stupid choices when im in this state of mind. so with out think i start to walk faster. i hear the group of me start to ask him for his phone. thats when i decide to take action.
"hey! leave him alone." i shout from about 12 feet away, being way more loud than i intended to. they look at me and start to laugh.
"i suggest you keep walking and turn your pretty head beforw something bad happends to you sweetheart." he says now pointiing his knife at me. the tall guy gives me a look telling me to just run.
i keep walking over there with my slightly bigger knife in my pocket with my hand on it incase i need to pull it out quickly.
"well this 'sweetheart' is perfectly capable of pretecting herself from idiots like you." god i'm so fucking stupid sometimes. i am in not shape to being doing this shit right now.
but the things i do for money are actually ridiculous.
"seriously sweetheart. the last thing i wanna do is use this big scary knife on such a pretty thing like you. so save yourself the trouble and keep walking."
at this point i'm pissed. maybe it was the alchol talking or maybe he was just a sexist pig. but now i had to do something. i chuckle a bit before starting my next sentance.
"you know what's a lot scarier then a 'big scary knife' attached to a 'big scary man'" i ask while stepping closer. he gives me an amussed look before letting me continue.
within 1 second my knife is against his throat and i'm in his face.
"an even bigger knife, with an even scarier girl who really doesn't give a fuck." fear pools into his eyes as he looks down to the knife he is stuck under. i look around the the rest of the guys seeing a look of shock on their faces as well as the tell man in the corner. they all look aroundnot knowing what to do next, conflicted on whether to help their friend, boss, or whhatever he is to them, or to stay where they are not wanting to be the next one under the knife.
"so what's it gonna be? are you going to leave me and this nice gentlemen alone and walk away? or are you going to have a painful reminder of how you got mugged while trying to mug someone. not to metion there is witnesses."
he thinks about it for a bit before he drops his own knife and him and is crew walk away.
good choice.
i look over to the tall, skinny man and see the look on his face of pure disbelief. i could almost laugh if it wasn't for the fact that i'm no better then the men i jusy scared off.
"thank you! thank you so much!" he says with a smile on his face. i grip my knife harder walking up to him slowly.
"don't thank me yet." i mummble before quickly pointing the knife to his stomach. he laughs to himself for a second. before i know it the knife is outo of my hand and on the ground while im being pushed against his chest and restrained.
"you obviously have never done this before, and if you have you are really bad at it" he says luaghing as he picks up and throws me over he shoulder.
thats new...
i laugh finding humor in the situation i put myself in.
"what gave it away." i ask still laughing. he chuckles along before answering. "maybe the fact the you are clearly not sober and aimed the knife at my leg rather then my stomach." if that was his leg then this guy is taller then i thought.
"what's your name?" i ask as we walk aroud with me still on her shoulder, having no idea where we are going. "harry. what's yours?"
"i'll tell you if you put me down." the blood was starting to rush to my head and if were to stay in that position for another 2 minutes i would probably throw up. before i know it i'm on the grown again, losing my balance. i almost fall but he grabs my arms and hold me up until im steady. "meg, my names meg." i say while looking up at him. he has a face i've see before but to be honest, when im thing crossed everyone looks like someone i've seen before.
"do you have a girlfriends harry?" i ask with a suggestive tone in my voice. "yes." he answers immediately, while straightening up his posture.
"good," i drop the tone looking at him seriously. "go home and tell her you love her. you could have died tonight." and with that i start to walk away. after this whole thing my mind is way more clear then when i left the party. now i just want to go to sleep.
"wait!" i hear fast foot steps approaching. i turn around to see him pulling out his wallet and phone. he takes out a couple of $100 bills and unlocks his phone. "i feel like i owe you this for saving me. and i feel like you owe me your number for trying to mug me after." i give him a pointed look feeling like this is some kind of joke and he's trying to mess with me for pulling a fast one on him. "don't you have a girlfriend you are suppose to be telling you love?" he luaghs. "i just want to keep in contact. you seem fun, even if you are a criminal." i smirk and grab his phone entering my number. as i'm doing so i pull out my vape taking a couple of hits before looking up. once i do i see a look on his face telling me he's not super into it. but he's a stranger so i dont really care what he thinks.
"what? you act like half the people in this city dont do this and you've never seen it before." i say before putting it back in my mouth and taking a few more hits. "i mean, i know and i have. its just i know really like it. you know how how bad that stuff is for you, right?"
"its called an addiction for a reason." i say. i had him back his phone. "and on that note, i bid you adieu." i say bowing and copying the accent i picked up on. i walk away and this time he doesnt follow me.
as i walk into my appartment i text pepper to let her know i make it home. i check the clocked to the that its now 3:30am. i didn't realize that much time had gone by. she response asking what took so long and if i was ok. i answer back telling her i'll tell her in the morning when we go on our daily walk-and-talk. something we've been doing since freshman year of highschool.
my head hits my pillow and i knock out almost intantly. deciding that what ever choices i make tonight will be a problem for future meg to deal with.
#writing#harrystylesfanfics#harry smut#harry styles#harry fluff#harry styles smut#harry styles series#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#harry styles x plus size oc#harry angst#content warning
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Season 2 and 3: The Winchester's and the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Demon Deals
Season 2 rating: 9/10
Best episodes from S2: Simon Said, RoadKill, and AHBL I & II
Worst episode: Hollywood Babylon (Just boring)
Season 3 rating 6/10
Best Episodes from S3: No Rest for the Wicked and The Kids Are Alright
Worst episode: Red Sky at Morning (just boring)
Sterling K. Brown is amazing his role as Gordon Walker is great.
I wish the special children plot line lasted longer. I believe so much more could have been done with them.
Ellen and Jo are not the best written characters on a re-watch. I liked them first time but not anymore.
Love episodes with 'human' monsters
Law enforcement episodes are some of my favorites
Dean doesn't have the best mental health in season 1 but in season 2 and 3 he has really started to derail. Couldn't keep his father save and he might lose his brother to an undetermined future.
Sam does stupid shit when he is emotional especially when Dean is involved.
Bella Talbot is a Boss Bitch. I like her more this time around.
Ava is adorable even if she turns into a little serial killer. "I just helped steal some dead guy's confidential files! I'm awesome"
I want to know the story behind 'funky town' Did happen before Sam went to Stanford or when he started hunting with Dean again?
Honestly, Gordon acting like Dean wasn't gonna hunt his ass down for murdering Sam is hilarious
Sam always blames himself for situations out of his control. Makes me sad.
I'm pretty sure that the hotel in Playthings is an Antebellum home.
2.12 Everytime I watch Nightshifter, I can only think of this:
2.12 Dean is such a simple man :" I like him. He says okey-dokey." What a fuckin dork. I love him.
2.12 Sam is so exasperated and bitchy this episode
2.12 Victor Henriksen was short-lived. Would've have been nice for the boys to have an ally in the feds.
2.12 The ending is amazing
Sam continues to believed that he can't be saved
Jared Padalecki is amazing and terrifying in 2.14 Born Under a Bad Sign
2.14 Demons really be trying to make the boys divorce
2.14 The Jo scene is so uncomfortable and the actors did amazing job of portraying it
2.14 I literally read a fanfic where Dean was in the place of Jo. It was some good shit not gonna lie
2.14 I'm pretty sure Meg was shocked that Dean would literally help his brother get away with murder. What's one more crime?
2.14 I have to give it to Meg. She was really trying to get Dean to turn against Sam and kill him. Hell, if she stopped possessing Sam after using his body to kill Dean, Sam would have embraced his dark destiny
Poor Sam. Dean knows what Madison meant to him in more ways than one
Wish we saw more of the lawyer and Deacon from 2.19 Folsom Prison Blues
2.19 Dean having fun in prison and fitting is so well is such a vibe. Sam's being disturbed by it was amusing.
2.20 Even in a world where they were never hunters, Dean still becomes an alcoholic
2.20 Wincest fics having DJINN are my favorite. Good shit right there
2.20 Dean wants Sam to be happy but not at the expense of losing their relationship with one another. Bruh, that shit is depressing.
Aww! Sam is Azazel's favorite
Andy is me in AHBL
Sam flexing his leadership skills in cold oak. Feel like a proud momma
Sam's first death hits hard. The relief on his face when he sees Dean coming for him. The last thing before death he sees is Dean allowing him to let go safely. And Dean just holding onto his world with desperation as his soul dies along with Sam.
Sam finding out about Dean's deal is heartbreaking. He was taken from his brother by a demon, finds out about his demon, he was killed violently, and then he is resurrected only to find out his brother sold his soul. Poor Sammy.
I forgot how shocking Sam's descent into savagery is. Blood thirsty little giant. Don't blame him though. I would be pissed off to if I was stabbed in the back literally and metaphorically
John really climbed out of the bowels of hell, saved his boys, and yeeted to Heaven
Dean becoming catatonic after Sam's death is so sad; his entire world just ended. Family may not end in blood but he is sole survivor of his own blood
Jensen Ackles flexing his acting chops with his emotional scenes begging for his brother to be okay and then having a monologue over his corpse is so fuckin good. Makes me cry everytime.
Demons calling Sam the Boy King or any alternative will never not be cool but it will continue to be funny
I like episodes involving their childhood and baby Dean tried so hard for Sammy
I actually didn't care for blond Ruby the first time I watch the series but I like her more during the re-watch. She is awesome and snarky
As much as I like Bella, she is fuckin dumb for stealing the colt like what the hell man. She reaped what she sowed right there
I used to find mystery spot funny but is more depressing than anything. Sam was barely holding on to his sanity and his moral compass was derailing fast
The way Dean begins to become more unhinged as his deal grows closer made my heart hurt
Lilith poked a goddam bear torturing and killing Dean in front of Sam's face. Gotta give her props; she had fuckin balls considering Sam's future. Guess Lucy didn't give her the memo or just didn't care since he was stuck in the cage. Having Sam Winchester on your ass is probably worse than facing Dean. Unhinged Sammy is somethin else
#Observations and opinions from seasons 2-3#samdean#dean winchester#sam winchester#the epic love story of sam and dean#wincest
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New Year's Eve toasts || Accepting !
@shctupmeg sent: 🥂💋 for a toast with a kiss (for Morty)
During the hour that preceded midnight, Morty spent most of the time glancing at the clock, to the point that keeping up with the ongoing conversations the people around him were engaging in. Summer and Rick had to elbow him a couple of times when he failed to answer a question or a comment he had been addressed.
Yet, no matter how embarrassed and even slightly humiliated he got by being called out for having spaced out, he couldn't really bring himself to focus on the present. Not when his heart was beating so loudly at the thought of what he was planning to do once the clock would strike midnight.
Then, there was the part of him that worried and hesitated, because the truth was loud and clear. He and Meg had gone on a few dates, but they weren't together. Not officially, not yet. And he had been the one to insist that they took their time, that they let their relationship develop. Slowly. So, maybe, he was making a bigger deal out of this than it had to be?
Hazel eyes floated towards where Meg was chatting animatedly with Summer. She seemed at ease, unlike him, and that just made his anxiety grow even more. For all he knew, the girl didn't even want to share a New Year kiss with him and he was just forcing his fantasies onto reality.
Or, maybe, she didn't think it was that important. They had kissed a few times already, so why being nervous about a repeat? Great, now he really felt pathetic.
In any case, he couldn't change his plans now. That would have been even lamer. And that said it all.
So, when the end of the day, and of the year, finally approached, he inched closer and closer to the girl, trying his best not to attract anyone else's attention. Thankfully, the rest of his family was preparing for the countdown, so they couldn't have cared less about paying attention to what he was doing.
"Uh, h-hey, Meg? Come with me for a moment?" He asked in a whisper, leaning in so that just his almost girlfriend could hear him. "I-It won't be long, I-I promise. I...There's something I want to do."
He offered his hand to her and, the moment she took it, he tugged at her arm lightly, to coax her to follow him. As the rest of the family headed for the backyard, he pulled her in the hall, near the front door. His initial plan had been to get out of the house, but he decided against it. He didn't want the neighbours to whistle at them or worse.
So, they just sat on the stairs, as he produced two paper cups and a small bottle of fruity, alcohol-free champagne. He usually drank actual alcohol during the holidays, but he knew that Meg didn't like it, so he had been sure to pick a drink she could enjoy.
"I-I just wanted to have a moment alone with you," he explained, as he filled both their glasses. "B-Because...I know that we aren't together together, b-but I really like you. A lot."
He was stalking and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. The nervousness in the pit of his stomach just wouldn't settle and he was struggling hard to fight it. Then, the clock struck midnight and he knew that it was then or never.
"An-And...I...I really wanted to...to do this."
He didn't elaborate or wait for an answer, gearing that he would lose his guts if he had. So, instead, he just leant him and kissed her.
While he didn't deepen the contact past their mouths moving against each other, he was a bit rougher, a bit more passionate than he had been the previous times. He pressed in closer, hungrier even, taking as much as he could without crossing the lines he himself had set down.
Was he indulging too much? Was he pushing for too much? Asking too much? Especially when he wasn't ready to give what he knew she wanted from him. But he was too selfish to stop now.
When he eventually broke away, he was panting a little and his face felt too hot from comfort. Still, he managed to pour their drinks, just in time for the second round of fireworks to light up the sky.
"S-So, uh, happy new year, Meg. I hope that it will be a good year for you. An-And that I'll be able to help making a happy one too."
#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Meg Griffin#[ sv. Rick Double Morty Megyhem ; timeline split & shctupmeg :: Morty ]#[ ᴵ ᴳᴸᴬᴰᴸʸ ᶠᴬᶜᴱ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵁᴾˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴰᴼᵂᴺˢ 'ᶜᴬᵁˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴴᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᴺ ᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴵˢ ᴬˢ ˢᵂᴱᴱᵀ ᴬˢ ᴴᴼᴺᴱʸ :: ᴍᴏʀᴛʏ & ᴍᴇɢ ]#shctupmeg#[[ he got all nervous bc it's their first New Year's as romantic partners x3 ]]#[[ but he delivered well enough I think xD ]]
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☕ (I don't really know what topic to give you XD I just want to hear your thoughts)
Well, okay, them I'm just gonna ramble about my Proteus and Nominus fics Your carefully laid plans and In Name Only, which may not be a good idea since they're so short spilling everything about them can ruin the point of letting them say what they want to say, but honestly, I think everyone who would read them and would say something about them has already done so.
(well this ended a longer-than-intended analysis)
I should put them in a series or something because I think they work so nice as companion fics and both are made under the same logic. I wanted to give depth to Proteus and Nominus, but not in the sense of giving them redeemable traits or complex motivations. They are bad people, but they're still people, so they have people-like reasonings and feelings, not just evil brain impulses (no disrespect to Sunbow Megs, we stan). And honestly, I'm proud of how they came out.
Originally, Proteus fic was going to be about how fun it would be if he had actually romantic feelings for Sentinel "romance is for the mentally deranged" Prime. That's still there in the fic, but you have to squint really really hard. It felt like Proteus derailed what this was about and I couldn't convey it properly because Proteus would never admit to something like that in his own head, not that it matters how Sentinel feels because either way he belongs to him. It's a pitty Proteus died without discovering Sentinel's true alligances dtasjgdh
Instead this became about how Proteus is so fucking full of himself dfsaghdsa. Well, I think he's interesting (pre-war politics, my beloved), he's not quite an hypocrite like the Functionist Council are because he doesn't really have an alliegance, he changes his public stance on the Decepticons and Functionism and whatever depending on what's useful to him, very realistic politician. But in my experience, these kind of people still feel entitled to what they have for one reason or another. Proteus deserves his place because he can get it.
And you know, canon makes it clear the Council was the one really calling the shots for most of Nominus reign, it wasn't until the trail end of it that the Senate started gaining more power. And given that Proteus is always scheming and pulling strings and Sentinel is explicitly called his puppet Prime, I really do think it was thanks to Proteus that the shift in power happened. But you know, you have to run as hard as you can to stay in the same place. Proteus must always be scheming, must always be sure that he's hanging onto that power.
It's implied in canon that Proteus used the anti-functionism sentiment to gain power over the Council, but allowing that to grow is going to be his downfall and he does not yet realize that. He's not dumb enough to think he doesn't have to keep an eye on it, but he still thinks he can control it. I like the sense of irony on the whole fic.
And with all that in mind, we get to Nominus who is... well, okay, he's lame. He has no speaking lines and everything we know about him in canon points to a lack of agency you wouldn't expect from the Prime. He's caught in the middle of the Council and the Senate's power struggle, he's just a figurehead. The Council has been the real power all this time, either Proteus and co. take over and kill him to put a Prime that better suits their needs, or the Council destroys the Senate and also kills him while they're at it. He has no power, no allies and not even a real matrix.
He has to be aware of his own impotence and it must get to him. Especially when he's succeding a figure as shining as Nova, the hero of the Civil War, he who united Cybertron. How can he compare to that? He's just a phony. But is because of that that I think he's able to accept his death with grace. After so long, he's used to his own powerlesness, unlike Proteus, and at least now he can stop pretending and struggling to hold to an empty title.
But he has been holding onto it, so he must have learned something. He knows how these power games work, so he's able to figure out Proteus.
The fic makes reference to a person Nominus used to be close to. This is as off-shoot of me figuring the backstory for The One Most Worthy, because to be able to add a Lord Protector to IDW1 while the rest stays the same Nominus must have had a LP, he's not really important to TOMW's plot, but he must have existed and his choosing sets the precedent for how Optimus' candidates are selected, since Nova just made the title to placate Galvatron and Sentinel didn't have one because he's gay an homophobic.
So I gave Nominus a Lord Protector with whom he shared a vision (bigoted beliefs) and genuine affection. And it would tie nicely if the reason Nominus had so little power at the end was because was little he had, he lost while he was busy mourning his conjux while the schemers kept scheming, and now without his main ally, there's nothing for him.
Of course, Your Name Only is meant to be canon compliant, so Nominus didn't have a Lord Protector, but I liked the idea of Nominus still having a similar figure in his life. Again this is about the bad people looking like people. And fiction sometimes makes it seem like bad people can't genuinely love other people or is used as a tool to make them seems redeemable or have them do something heroic. But no, bad people still have loved ones, bad people still mourn.
I honestly really like how Nominus came across, he's actually pretty relatable to me and I love that, I love that people in the comments also found him relatable.
So there's a beautiful symmetry to these two fics. Proteus who is highly active losing it because he struggles to hold to his power, while Nominus who is quite passive accepts his end with dignity. Proteus disliking Nominus came as natural result of how I write him, someone who takes pride in all his hard work has no respect for Nominus who from his perspective, does nothing and doesn't deserve his title.
Anyway, I'm really happy with these fics, if nothing else because they do feel like something no one else but me would have done.
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hi cate! what characters do you think would be taylor swift stans or just like or don’t like at all?
Oo I love this one
Stans-
Penelope. Lover vibes all over, she’s been obsessed with Taylor forever, owns merch, very into the conspiracies.
Elle- idk I get the feeling she’s like Taylor from the very beginning
Kate- it started when Meg downloaded the songs onto her phone and Kate listened to them on the jet, now she sings them all the time and her, Meg and Makayla went to a concert and sang so loudly that they couldn't talk for the next week
Morgan- we know he loves rap music and he got really into Taylor swift after Kendrick Lamar sang on Bad Blood and immediately stopped listening to Kanye after he found out what he'd done
Matt- Kirsty and he have been major stans forever and he is not ashamed to admit it
Blake- loves analyzing the metaphors and all the complex words and taylor songs become the ones she sings when she's stressed
Likes-
JJ- kind of her thing and it's on her playlist but she's not super into it, just a regular fan
Spencer- not really his thing but if he is listening to music that's not classical, a taylor swift song would be somewhere on that playlist
Emily- literally the line i can go anywhere i want just not home personified. it's on her crying playlist but she pretends she likes taylor's music for the pop side
Hotch- wasn't too sure about it. at all. but then he kinda got more into it when Penelope changed his ringtone for her calls
Fans by association (because no one would let them be haters)-
Luke- really not his thing, but he thought listening to at least a few songs would be a good way to get girls and by girls, he was subconsciously doing it to impress Penelope
Rossi- more of an old music kind of guy, obviously but he doesn't mind a few jam-able Taylor songs at his parties.
Tara- went into the BAU not being a fan, ended up with a whole new respect and love for taylor
special mention
gideon- left the BAU before taylor was even a thing and lived in a cabin by himself for years after that. literally has no idea who taylor swift is
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The fearsome four adopting a child headcanons pt 2
Pt 1
Warning: you're still an anomaly
When you were younger you would make “food” made out of dirt, mud and grass. Bushroot is the only one who likes your “choking”.
One time when Bushroot was in a tight spot you pulled an E.T in this bitch and drove your bike to victory with a waist down decapitated Bushroot holding on for dear life onto the basket.
I think it's safe to say that your first impression of Negaduck was… undesirable to say the least and he seemed to share the same sentiment. You've heard horror stories of what he's done so you knew not to mess with him, but the second Negaduck tried to hurt your dads in front of you you'd pounced on him. In other words it went along something like this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHnZYzhRgXI
One time when you and your dads were playing tag and Quackerjack had you stuck in a corner so you used his wacky logic against him. First off by monologuing in a western accent about how “welp you've got me, heh what can i say, i'm here and out of breath but there is one thing you didn't take account for”. You say as you swerve around while making finger guns at him, Quackerjack is stunted and gasps dramatically. you take a few steps forward as you deliver the finishing line “you just yee'd your last haw partner” and then you make one single pew sound and Quackerjack is no more. F in chat for the quackster.
One time when Megavolt couldn't sleep and went to the kitchen to get a snack he found you in the cupboard eating out of a chips bag. Normally he would berate you for doing something like this but he was just too tired that night and joined you. Apparently Quackerjack had the same problems as Meg's because when he made it to the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you two. Sitting together in that coburg eating snacks… Without him, and there's no room left in there so he forces both of you to the couch. And then when it's day time the Liquidator finds three passed out chips covered fur balls spread out on the couch and he's like “why…” and your like *burp* “selfcare”. He just kinda accepts it after that and goes to get the wet wipes.
If one or more of your dads are feeling down and don't want to talk about it you will leave sticky notes with comforting words on them in places they usually go to when in that state of mind.
Sometimes your fur can get in the way so Megavolt and or Bushroot like to help set it up for you in a bow or a makeshift flower crown, it's really sweet.
One of your first memories with Quackerjack was when you started playing with his hats' bells, the sound they made was just so amusing to you and that's why you got a lot of toys with bells on and or in them.
Even after a few months of your adoption you were just as quiet as you were before your adoption and rarely spoke if at all, your new parents speculated it was because of your biological parents neglect and that it might be the cause of it. But they will be patient and if you need anything they will be there, especially to help you get out of your shell but at a pace that you're comfortable with. your dads started picking up on visual cues, sometimes when you're happy you wag your tail but when you're sad your ears drop, so they use that to their advantage.
Idk why but I can imagine Quackerjack rubbing your fur with balloons making your hair stick out, id imagen that he'd do it just to piss off Meg after he had just brushed your hair.
It should come to no surprise that Bushroot is the most protective of the four but god help anyone that messes with you if they are all present especially if the aforementioned person is a villain. They won't hesitate to go all out if it means keeping you safe, it's either Liquidator or Quackerjack who will escort you to safety while Megavolt and Bushroot wipe the floor with these suckers.
As you know the Liquidator is one of the villains and former businessman that likes to strategis his plan so they have potential of benefiting him in the future. So it's no surprise that he decided to try and find out what animal you were so he could learn how to take care of you in more efficient ways. But what was a surprise however is that he found out that you are a part of a dying species, now with this new knowledge he's decided to scour every known history book about your ancestors. And once the others find out about it and have their own collective freak out moment and come to their own conclusions. You on the utherhand see this as an opportunity to brag to your peers.
Whenever you accidentally say a word that doesn't exist and someone corrects you about it, you're like “it will be a word when I'm in control of the world” cue evil laughter.
Now I've alluded to how protective Bushroot can be but no one has seen him at his worst and survived, all except for Darkwing but he just witnessed the aftermath.
When you just started to warm up to Bushroot he began talking to you in a babyish voice like in the episode Just Us Justice Ducks pt1.
You greet your dads differently, you will be like “Hey dad, greetings dad, sup dad, hello dad” referring to Quackerjack, Liquidator, Megavolt and Bushroot in that order.
From the expensive clothes you wear most people of your school wrote you off as the typical rich mean girl in the first year of attending the school but after a while that notion died off.
#Darking Duck#Darkwing Duck headcanons#my writing#the fearsome four#The fearsome four headcanons#self insert#platonic#Bushroot#Quackerjack#Megavolt#Liquidator#found family#wholsome#Negaduck
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Thanks for the tag @lelephantsnail 💕
Favorite Color: peacock blue/midnight blue
Currently Reading: The Black Swan by Naseem Taleb. This is so unlike anything I’ve read. loving it so far. Padmarag by Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain. I hope I finish them.
Last Song: Dil Se Re by Rahman, Anupama and Anuradha. and Fanaa (Rahman, Tanvi, Sunitha). His concert reawakened my love for this song (actually all of his music, I had forgotten how much I loved it).
Last Series: I finished a Little Women rewatch (in love) and finally started Spy x Family. I love it! it's already starting to deliver the found family, I'm gonna be obsessed. Also watching Gaus electronics on the side. It’s pure chaos and zero brain cells in sight. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.
Last Movie: Nope. I need to rewatch this masterpiece.
Currently working on: just my portfolio. messing this one up big time if I dont stop procrastinating
share 10 different favourite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people:
I'm doing 11 because I can't pick one from little women. I'm also quoting them (not necessarily their best lines, just the ones that come to my mind first) bc why not💕
1. Oh In-Joo (Little Women):
"Where do souls live? I always wanted a home where my soul could live."
I can’t stop thinking about her characterization and development. They managed to keep Meg’s tenderness from the novel but added so much more. and they fit all of that with a surreal plot and significant commentary on capitalism and poverty. I love that they weaved in so much (and did it well).
2. Oh In-Kyung (Little Women):
"They're so fresh. They're fresh to the point that it's almost sexy".
Fresh produce is…weirdly sexy. She gets it. Therefore, she is my favourite. Her layers make her feel so real, a part of the reason why I’m so obsessed w this show. Modern adaptations of classics are hard to get right, and I feel like this one treads those lines well. it is fresh (a full genre shift) but still manages to keep the essence.
3. Black (Not Me):
"Power is corrupting. Ideas are what have the power to transform society"
My plot device of a man🥹🥹 Certainly deserved better. I could watch him wreck shit for days.
4. Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs):
"No one can fully grasp another person's deepest emotions. It's impossible. Only you can understand what you're feeling. But generally speaking, I can tell you this. Most people tend to cry when their father dies."
Can’t help but hate him. Can’t help but project onto him. He has fucked up a lot. and he will continue to do so. It is entertaining to watch, but sometimes he deserves a slap across the face (or several idk). Other times, a hug.
5. Wang (180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us):
"I will break free. Time is on my side, so I've decided to leave. But leaving doesn't mean I lost."
I’m so proud of him. In a story where people struggled to change, he proved that it was still possible. His sheer will to gain something out of the heartbreaking experience he had, and to keep going despite being so lonely, so unheard. But also, the maturity to know which fights to pick. There’s so much to learn from him.
6. Togawa (Old Fashion Cupcake):
"I'm seducing you. I've been trying to seduce you, with everything I have. Although you never had a clue. I know...being seduced by someone of the same sex, isn't considered common sense for most people. Especially from a subordinate. But unfortunately, it's common sense to me. So I've been seducing you. I've been meaning to tell you this whole time, but I was afraid. I was scared of saying something that wasn't normal to you. But doing this...and telling you in such a horrible way... I'm so sorry. I like you. I like you so much, I could die."
I couldn't have justified picking anything else.
7. Ink (Bad Buddy):
"It's so gainful"
The icon that she is. gmm, get your ass up and give us a milklove GL 2023.
8. Anya (Spy x Family):
"Father is a tsundere."
I've only had her for two episodes but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.
9. Fleabag (Fleabag):
"I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have for her. I don't know where to put it now." I will always treasure fleabag.
10. Baek Hee-Sung (Flower of Evil):
"We’ve only known each other for 14 years. So of course, you’d be clueless of my intentions."
Thinking about him leaves an ache in my chest. Mr. I've-never-felt-an-emotion really broke down on the streets after reuniting with his 4 yo daughter and then got called out by her for it. "Daddy, don't cry like before if you miss me, okay? You're a grown-up". So,, misunderstood.
11. Han Ju-Won (Beyond Evil):
"I'll be a monster and dive into hell. That is my way of atoning"
He's on this list bc I miss his ass and this show.
Special mention to Choi Doil and Great Aunt (Little Women) bc they haven't left my mind. and Nozue (babe, togawa was only here bc of that iconic confession, i love you just as much) and Miw from 3 will be free💕
This was so much fun, thanks for tagging me @lelephantsnail <33 Also, I’m so happy to see that you’ve watched 180 degrees, and wanted to shred it to bits with analysis because that show absolutely deserves it. so much to dig into and have your heart wrecked. Feel free to yell at me about it any time.
Have a great day!💕
#i set myself up w this quote thing🤡#took me longer than it should have bc horrible decision-making but what else is new#this was fun#to all the characters i didnt include: always in my heart i swear#i havent tagged anyone but if anyone is interested please go ahead#i’d love to see <3#tag game
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ABOUT ME :D
Basics
✮ name - you can just call me E
✮ age - 23
✮zodiac - can you guess?
✮ gender - i use she/her pronouns, but don't mind being referred to with they/them and use of pretty much any gendered words (bro, dude, man, boss buddy, sis, girl, etc) doesn't bother me [[[dont call me sis if ur not black tho]]]
✮ mbti - ENFP-A consistently for the past 6 years (was INTP-T in HS)
✮ studies - huge into science ask me what kind; i also like music theory/history, art history, philosophy
Interests
✮ games - nintendo fan (no matter how much they piss me off). love pokemon, fire emblem (obsessed with fe3h), zelda, animal crossing etc. HUGE sonic the hedgehog fan
✮ anime - too many to make an exhaustive list without forgetting some. obviously my favorite is One Piece (i think my favorite show in general). i started watching it when i was like 4 with the 4kidz dub and here i am almost 20 years later still going oda and i locked in fr. also love attack on titan, naruto, death note, fairy tail, jjk, knb, hxh, black butler and so many more this is stressing me out trying to think of what ive watched so im gonna stop... ask me about what i've watched lets yap
✮ non-anime shows - gotta big ups to ATLA a modern masterpiece of western artistry. don't ask me about the live action bc i don't wanna talk about it. same deal here i cant think of all of them without short circuiting but top of mind i LOVE the good place, scandal, htgawm, grey's anatomy (before it crashed out), bridgerton, BREAKING BAD (not caught up in better call saul), superstore, vincenzo, crash landing on you, goblin, anything with gong yoo and/or lee dong wok in it tbh, strangers from hell, bad and crazy, attorney woo
✮ used to be super into marvel and the mcu (and i know thats a thing people say but it was so so bad for me) but its not what it used to be and also i think i started outgrowing it once my media literacy improved its ties to military propaganda couldn't be ignored lmao (also sabra being in the mcu is sosososo crazy) .. some of the comics still bang tho i wont lie
✮ music - not to be one of those "oh i listen to everything" people as a cop out but i truly do listen to so much disparate types of music *insert laugh crying emojis* but my overall favorite genre is jazz, i love 70s-00s black american music so much (i was a 9 year old motown stan it was so serious to me), love afrobeats, amapiano, baile funk, r&b, rap (meg thee stallion is literally my wifey), pop, country, classical, VIDEO GAME OSTS (in true sega stan fashion) -- recommend me your favorite song!
✮ kpop - a separate bullet because i know where the overlap in interests comes in lmao. honestly ive fallen back from kpop a bit, not as into it as i was like even 6 months ago but groups that i still actively follow and listen to are ateez (ot8 but strong swing for mingi) and nct. also know alot about bts, txt, seventeen, exo, and shinee if you ever want to chat about them, but i listen to mostly individual songs from them and other groups and don't follow their releases
Where is E in *insert work here*?
✮ pls i hate all spoilers but these are the ones i strongly care about pls take note pls :(
One Piece: ep. 1031 ... i avoid catching up because i get sad when there's no more to watch
FE3H: Finished Golden Deer and Blue Lions, please don't tell me anything about the Black Eagle story line
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top 10 songs from september
aka the best month of the year🤍
1. MISA MISA! by CORPSE, Scarlxrd, Kordhell
this is the number one song for a reason. it's such a great song, the lyrics and the context all makes it real funny. but I actually like the beat & everything about it. I'm obsessed with it to say the least.
2. My Way by CHELJI
"cause the love I had for you
could make me do something
little me wished I had the balls to do"
this is a powerful song. I've been waiting for it to drop for a while now. I love every line of it, it was the hardest thing to choose just one section to quote. the whole thing has a strong message and the atmosphere of the song just adds to it all.
3. NDA by Billie Eilish
this is an old fav. I can't get it out of my head. it has something so special and unique about it that I just come back to it every few days and start listening on repeat. this girl is just insanely talented.
4. dying on the inside by Nessa Barrett
this song popped up on spotify just before I met my bf. I remember listening to this and really getting lost in the lyrics while he was messaging me in the morning... so not only is it a great song, I have some special memories attached to it as well.
5. Desire by Meg Myers
I added the song just for fun, I saw it on tiktok and was curious. when I started listening to the song & paying attention to the lyrics... well, yeah, I could get behind every word.
but on a serious note, I think this message is real important. we girls get horny as well and there's nothing wrong with these feelings/thoughts no matter what society tries to teach us.
6. midnight love by girl in red
"when your silver is my gold"
I remember listening to this song and thinking about the irony. a few years back all I wanted was to be able to say these things to a certain someone. and now I don't even think about him like that anymore. my whole life was centered around him, the answer was always him, no matter the question. but now I don't even want to talk to him anymore, and I still can't fully believe it. it's so freeing to think about it. and if I could do it, you can get through it, believe me.
7. Little Freak by Harry Styles
"I'm not worried about where you are
or who you will go home to, I'm
just thinkin' about you"
just to tie the previous song to this one. I'm still thinking of him, as I'm letting it all go but I'm not worried anymore. and I'm happier than ever.
8. Dana-Dan by Bloodywood
back to my present & future. my boyfriend and his friends introduced me to this band and even though I laughed the first time I heard the song I fell in love shortly after. I can't wrap my head around the context, but I'm actively enjoying this song. lol.
9. Big Jet Plane by Angus & Julia Stone
"gonna hold you
gonna kiss you in my arms
gonna take you away from home"
these lines... as you might know me, I'm not the lucky type when it comes to irl things. I happened to find myself a partner, who lives 2 hours away from me and through the 1,5 months we've been together, we couldn't meet for 2 weeks straight. I was going slightly insane by the end of the second week and I was singing this song in my head for a whole day before we met up and I could finally hug him.
10. Sick Of You by DNMO, Sub Urban
I'm truly happy that this song made it on the list. I've been listening to a lot of songs lately but this one is quite special. it's a super catchy song and I've been listening to it non-stop for these last few days.
#nda#billie eilish#sick of you#harry styles#little freak#dana dan#bloodywood#big jet plane#midnight love#girl in red#desire#meg myers#dying on the inside#nessa barrett#my way#chejli#misa misa#corpse
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"It could be he has feelings for you, too".
#i couldn't stop thinking about Meg's line#why are they doing this to me#wwdits#wwdits s3 spoilers#wwdits fanart#guillermo#guillermo de la cruz#guillermo/nandor#nandermo#nandor#nandor the relentless#fanart#my art#wwdits season 3#wwdits 3x02#i'm going down with this ship#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows fanart#wwdits guillermo#wwdits nandor#i swear this was a quick sketch
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Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Warnings: nsfw / mdni. smut and fluff, oral (fem receiving), fingering, daddy kink, creampies, unprotected sex. dilf!Toji. age gap - older man/younger woman. the reader is implied to be in college but there's still a pretty big age gap. afab reader, fem pronouns.
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You have to do something about Mr. Fushiguro.
It's funny how these things work. Your crush was one of the worst kept secrets in your friend group. Nobara knew. It’s impossible to lie to her. Megumi has his suspicions, but it's best if he doesn't know. Only Yuji is clueless. You could have chosen someone your own age. You could have picked anyone who wasn't your best friend’s father. But somewhere along the line, polite small talk and passing glances turned to more; to longing gazes and shameless flirting. He was charming in the worst way possible.
Toji isn't exactly subtle when getting what he wants. He’d be lying if he said he hasn't wanted to fuck you since you first stepped foot in his house; a college freshman who reluctantly accepted help with homework from his son. But out of respect for you—and partially his son—he’s never acted on this. Aside from an occasional, lingering glance, nothing was going to come of it.
When there’s a knock on the door, he’s surprised to see you on the other side. You’re early. You’re usually early. He’s come to expect that from you.
"Megs isn't gonna be home for a while," he says.
"I know." You say.
He simply shrugs you off, letting you in, returning to his spot on the couch. The tv drones on in the background. A basketball game. Toji wasn't watching, so much as he was present for it’s duration.
You flop on the couch next to him. He scoots over, giving you a bit of room to sprawl out, all while keeping a respectful distance. Megumi and Yuji won’t be home for a while. Nobara had to cancel at the last minute. You offered to reschedule, but she said it was alright to hang out without her.
“You can change the channel if you want," he says, "I'm not paying attention to this."
And he's not. His gaze is glued to his phone.
The situation couldn't be more perfect. It's rare you’re ever alone with Mr. Fushiguro. You’re in his lap, straddling his well-toned thighs. You grind down against his lap, your exposed cunt leaving a small wet patch on his sweatpants. Though his expression remains the same, his face heats up as he realizes you have no panties on.
“Kid-” his eyes widen, “what the hell do you think you're doing?”
“You’re not exactly subtle, old man,” you say, “do you not think I’ve seen the way you look at me?”
Old man?!
He’s a little insulted. That thought is quickly pushed aside. It’s as if he’s struck with a sudden moment of clarity, as if he realizes that his son’s friend is currently trying to fuck him. This is wrong. You’re the same age as his kid! But you’re an adult. A strangely well adjusted one. You can consent; if you really didn't want this, you would be telling him.
“You don't want this.” He says.
He doesn't want you to do something you’ll regret. Toji wants to give you as many chances to back out as possible. If he really wanted you to stop, he’d make you.
“I know what I want.” You say. And what you want is him.
“Stop. This isn't right.” He says. His hands plant on your hips, partially to shove you off, but they freeze in place. “We shouldn't be doing this.”
“If you really wanted me to stop, you would be trying harder.” You say.
It’s not your fault that Megumi’s dad is a slut. This was easier than you expected.
You’re the first to lean in, pulling him into a quick kiss. The warmth of your skin lingers on his long after you pull away. At first it seems as if you're afraid to touch him. That's not the case. He knows very well that you're just testing the waters.
The kiss he pulls you into is rough and needy. He nibbles at your bottom lip until you allow him in, his tongue exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. He tastes faintly of alcohol.
There’s nothing soft about Toji Fushiguro. His touch is rough, and driven by a dark need. His hands are strong, and calloused. It takes no effort for him to regain control of the situation, hauling you into his arms, heading upstairs. Your arms find purchase around his neck, your legs lock around his waist. A sharp gasp leaves you at the sudden weightless feeling.
“Up you go, princess,” he says, his grip on you tightening. Normally you would roll your eyes hard at the nickname. The way he says it makes your heart flutter.
He not-so gently tosses you onto his bed. You land flat on your back, legs momentarily kicking up in the air. Your heart seemingly skips a beat before picking up pace. You’re not used to being thrown around like this. The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on after you. One of his knees nudges your thighs apart, his hands grip your wrists, pressing them down into the sheets. You couldn't wriggle out of his grasp if you tried—not that you want to. You feel tiny underneath him, swallowed by his much larger form. The scent of his cologne is heady, making you feel drunk off of it. Your body aches for him in a way you've never felt before.
Your words catch in your throat. Your skin feels feverish, your throat dry.
“You’ve finally got me where you want me and now you’re speechless?” He says. “That’s no fun.”
He coaxes your shirt over your head, letting out a soft huff upon seeing your bare tits. You chose not to wear a bra, you were expecting this. Your nipples harden when exposed to the air. You lift your hips enough for him to slide your skirt down your legs. He does little to hide the way he takes in your form, or how his eyes linger on your wet cunt. Instinctively your arms move to cover your form, your face flushing.
"Now you're shy?" He says, clicking his tongue.
"Don't be mean!" You scold.
He laughs, the sound coming from low in his chest. He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with the rest of your clothes. The muscles in his upper body are well toned. Your gaze lingers on them for far longer than you’d like.
“Fine, princess,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be nice.”
He's not subtle in how he appreciates your body. His gaze lingers on every curve of your form, taking you in hungrily. Toji has never been subtle when getting what he wants. His desires are greedy and all consuming. He tends to forego permission in favor of asking forgiveness once the deed is done. Being at his mercy is intoxicating, and so much better than you could have imagined.
Toji trails wet, opened mouth kisses down your neck. His hands stop to grope greedily at your breasts. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping at it softly. The sharp gasp that leaves you sends a throbbing need right to his cock. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You squeeze your thighs shut, desperate for any bit of friction. His gaze travels up your body, his hands gently prying your thighs apart.
"Are you going to keep your legs open for me?" He asks. "Or do I have to hold you down?"
You swallow hard, shaking your head. He plants a kiss on your inner thigh, saying a soft “good girl”
He eats pussy like a man starved. Toji worships you with his tongue, lavishing your aching clit with a skilled touch. One of his fingers presses against your soaked entrance, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden intrusion. He gives you a moment to adjust before adding a second, working his fingers in and out of you.
Aside from your own moans are the sounds of a man very content with what he’s doing. You should consider yourself lucky you two are alone. Toji’s name leaves your mouth like a prayer, echoing through the empty house. You couldn't keep it down if you tried, not that he wants you to.
Tension builds in your stomach like a coil being wound tight. Every skilled flick of his tongue forces it to wind tighter and tighter, past the point of snapping.
When you cum, you cum hard. Your thighs clamp around his head, twitching as you ride out your orgasm on his face. Toji guides you through it with his tongue.
It takes a moment for overstimulation to register in your lust-addled mind. His name leaves your mouth as broken moans. The sensation is too much, leaving you writhing. You finally gain enough composure to shove his head away. When he pulls away, the lower half of his face glistens in the dim light. His eyes are half lidded, and hazy with need. He runs his tongue over his glossy lower lip. A dark laugh leaves him.
“Please, daddy,” you say.
His pupils shrink down to pinpricks. For a moment you fear you’ve said something wrong. It's quite the opposite. Toji allows himself just this moment to get flustered.
He likes being called daddy more than he wants to admit.
“Please what?” He asks.
“Fuck me,”
“You want me to fuck you, princess?” He says. “Then be a good girl for daddy.”
As much as he’d like to take his time with you, the thought of bending you over and fucking you on the floor is appealing too. He’s not picky. As long as you’re under him, taking his cock, he’ll be content.
He wastes no time in freeing his cock. He’s quite literally huge.The head is flushed dark, and leaking precum. The hairs towards the base are dark, and a bit unruly. A prominent vein runs up the bottom. The sheer size of it is intimidating. The rest of the man is, it’s only fitting his cock would match.
He must notice the way your eyes widen.
"What?" A smug looking smile spreads across his face. "Too big for you?"
You swallow hard, slowly shaking your head. Even if it was, you’d still try to take it.
The head presses into you slowly. You’re wet enough that you put up little resistance. It stings, but it's a whole new kind of pleasure. He's huge, his cock curving in a way that makes your toes curl. He groans as he bottoms out, giving in to the warm, velvety feeling of your cunt. Despite all the prep, he gives you a moment to adjust to his size.
The slow rocking of his hips brings you to an orgasm far sooner than you'd like. The slapping of skin on skin echoes through the empty house, only drowned out by your moans. His face buries in the crook of your neck. Toji litters your neck with hickeys, sucking dark marks into the soft skin.
It feels too good for you to form words, but you want nothing more than to beg him to fuck you harder. What feels like ages go by before you’re able to speak.
"Faster Toji!" You say.
He clicks his tongue. "That's Mr. Fushiguro to you."
His own orgasm creeps up on him faster than he’d like to admit, though you aren't far behind him. His hand moves to toy with your clit, his thumb working small circles around the bundle of nerves. Toji’s hips slam against yours with each of his unrelenting thrusts. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, sending a shock of pleasure up your spine.
The coil in your stomach snaps. Your second orgasm rolls over you like a wave, pulling you under and spitting you back out. Your body shudders, your nails raking red lines down his back. Sweat beads in your hairline. Toji's name spills past your lips like a prayer, in short, hiccuping moans.
There’s not one specific thing that sends him over the edge. He bites his hand to stifle a groan as hot ropes of his cum paint your unprotected womb. The feeling is odd at first, but not entirely unpleasant. He doesn't bother pulling out. Maybe it's a bit selfish of him. It's a possessive need to mark you as his. You're his, and only his now.
He pulls out slowly so as to not spill any of his cum. The drops that do fall he quickly collects with his fingers, stuffing them back into your already full cunt.
“Keep looking at me like that, princess, and we might just have to go for another round,” he says.
Your face buries in the covers, partially to hide your embarrassment. They smell like him. They're cool against your feverish face. He lays beside you, opening his arms. Instinctively you go into them. And for a moment he holds you there, basking in the syrupy, sleepy afterglow. His fingers softly trace down the curve of your spine making goosebumps raise along your skin. Your legs tangle with his. The warmth of his body, combined with the steady sound of his breathing, threatens to lull you to sleep.
There’s nothing soft about Toji Fushiguro. But rare moments like this show a different side of him.
He’s not shy about the way his gaze lingers long on your breasts. His hands wander across your body, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips and ass, admiring every dip and curve. Toji looks at you with such admiration that it makes your heart flutter.
“What?” You ask. “You’re looking at me like you have something to say.”
“I don't want to ruin the moment.” He says, giving your thigh a squeeze.
You move a little closer, resting your head on his chest. He smells faintly of sweat, and cigarettes. He leans down to plant a quick kiss on your lips. The action is so soft it seems to catch both of you off guard. There’s no hiding the way you blush now. His large hands move to cup your cheeks, pulling you back to deepen the kiss.
“Up you go, princess,” he says, hauling you into his arms.
You audibly protest. You’re content enough in bed, the last thing you want to do is move.
“Let me clean you up,” he says.
You’re too tired to put up much of a fight.
He sets you down on the bathroom counter while he fills the tub. He strikes you as the type of guy to use 5-in-1 shampoo, so you’re pleasantly surprised when you see separate shampoo and conditioner.
Once he deems the water to be the right temperature, he’s tugging you in with him, his arms wrapping around your waist.
He settles into the water behind you. Steam coils off the surface of the bath, rising, and disappearing into the humid bathroom air. The bathtub is barely big enough to fit the both of you, but after shifting a bit you find a comfortable position. His arms loop around your waist, your back rests against his chest. He leans down to press a kiss at the curve where your neck and shoulder meet. He reaches past you, pulling a washcloth into the water.
“What are you-”
“I said I’d clean you up, didn't I?” He asks.
He does nothing short of worshipping you. His hands work over every inch of your body, kneading your sore muscles, admiring the curves of your body. There’s a sense of urgency behind his touch. The intimacy of the situation is not unknown to him.
One of his hands gropes greedily at your breast. A sharp gasp leaves you as he pinches harshly at your nipple, working it into a stiff peak. His other hand dips below the water. The action is so slow—so subtle—that you don't notice it until his fingers are dragging up your thigh. You let out a small squeak as he grazes across a particularly sensitive spot. Though he’s still figuring out just what makes you writhe, he’s a quick learner.
His fingers find your clit, circling once around the bundle of nerves. You’re still sensitive from your last release. His skilled touch has you writhing and moaning in no time. He leans forward to coo words of praise into your ear, calling you pet names, telling you how good you felt around him. You grind down against his hand, content to chase your own release.
As he brings you to your nth orgasm of the night, you’re left sated, and sleepy. He’d bring you to orgasm after orgasm if you’d let him. And you just might.
You’re not sure when the door opens. Toji didn't hear it. You certainly didn't. Light floods into the empty hallway, visible through the crack in the bedroom door.
Megumi is going to kill you.
#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#jjk#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#not osha compliant
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okay okay i keep thinking about the line "was hercules ever like, yo, i don't wanna fight cerberus" in surface pressure and thinking about disney's hercules and going "YES, yes he was!!" and i just... cannot get the thought of a crossover friendship between hercules and luisa out of my mind. herc is 18 and luisa is 19 and i just keep thinking about them talking about the immense pressure they both felt because of their super strength and the problems it caused them. i keep thinking about how luisa's super strength makes the town admire her and always ask for her help with every single thing that requires any heavy lifting and how herc's super strength made the people in his hometown bully and ostracize him because he couldn't control it properly and caused accidents with it, how they both were only seen as that one aspect of themselves but in opposite ways, and how luisa would wanna fight everyone who ever treated him like that and he would tell her about how even after he became a famous hero he still had so much pressure on him, could never catch a break and never felt like a hero until his friends and family helped him realize that truth strength comes from the heart and that it's the same for her, they both have such big hearts so full of love and there is so much more to both of them than how much weight they can lift. and then i think about them hanging out and having weightlifting competitions and sharing their other hobbies that aren't just related to their strength, like for example i imagine hercules being a theater nerd and luisa loving to read. and i think about her meeting meg and realizing herc is kinda just a big softy who's super in love with his badass wife and has a pet pegasus and i imagine isabela and meg being friends and i just cannot stop thinking about this crossover
#this isnt even coherent NONE of my thoughts are EVER coherent#i just want them to be friends i think it would be so good for them#encanto#m: hercules#disney#luisa madrigal#hercules#crossover stuff
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