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dollwrites · 20 days

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ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ʀᴀғᴀʏᴇʟ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!bff!reader, sex toys mentioned but not used, noise control, dub con technically ( for him… kinda TRUST THE PROCESS ) prank gone wrong for reader lol, creampie, has absolutely no spoilers or deep lore, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. HAPPY 4/20! i was gonna do some dizzy drabbles but i couldn’t get this out of my head. not proofread ( and written when i was in the clouds ) so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

what had started out as a fun prank on your best friend for revenge ended with you completely at his mercy, unbeknownst to him.

picking up around the studio wasn’t something you did too often, considering it a breach of Rafayel’s privacy, but when you got there and he wasn’t home, you let yourself inside like you usually did. you were about an hour early, anyways. you hadn’t taken two steps when you stumble over a pile of crumpled sketch paper. you scrunched your brows as you gazed around your environment. scattered brushes, broken pencils, and a canvas half-painted in the middle of the floor. you sighed; perhaps Rafayel had hit a wall with his muse and had gone for a walk on the beach. the least you could do for him, you’d decided, was to clean up a bit. after all, a clean space is a productive space, right?

that was when you came across it, left carelessly on his bed, swaddled in a sea of white sheets and the comforter. you’d never seen one in real life until this moment, and at first you mistook it for a woman asleep in his bed with her butt sticking out of the blankets— but, it was fake. a plump, nearly life sized ass sitting atop the mattress.

does Rafayel really use something like this?

you found your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you pictured him mounting it, both of his smooth palm against the cheeks, svelte digits digging into the silicone to spread it open wide enough for him to push inside…

shaking your head to snap yourself out of the fantasy, you look around, making sure no one was around to see you get lost in your own desire for him. “S—stupid.” you muttered to yourself, stepping closer to touch the fleshiest part of it. surprisingly soft, as soft as your own skin. your brow quirks, fingers sliding to the waistband of a pair of cerulean, lace panties that adorned the faux lower body. it seemed so strange to have clothes on something that was meant to stay hidden and used in private, as if the silicone slab had been laid out meticulously…

no, Rafayel didn’t use this for his own pleasure, you decided. this was a prank. an elaborate one, but one meant to fluster you when you came over.

he was such an ass!

“Oh yeah?” you challenge under your breath, grasping the panties and tugging them off of the toy, “You want to play games? I can play, too.” determined to outprank Rafayel, you toss the panties on the bed and stash the toy beneath the bed. it was surprisingly heavy, and made a splat when it hit the surface of the floor, you had to stifle a chuckle as just hilarious this was. you didn’t want him to win, even if he wasn’t there to see it. quickly unbuttoning your pants, you discard them and the panties you were wearing, kicking them under the bed, too. then, you grab the cerulean lace and pull them on— perfect fit! you took a moment to glance in a nearby mirror, turning slightly. your ass had a similar curve and complexion, and you hoped it was enough to fool him, at least long enough for you to scare him when he least expected it. then, you climb into the bed, scrupulous as you nest your top half under a pile of blankets, the pillows resting on the top of your shoulders to hide your head. there was also the issue with your legs. it took a great amount of wrapping sheets around your thighs as you kick and squirm, before you’re finally perfectly positioned— identical to the way he’d left the fake ass, your own sticks out as if inviting him, as you wait for him to return.

at first, it had been difficult to keep yourself from jittering, too excited to see the look on his face when you jump out, effectively one-upping his lewd joke. but, as the minutes ticked on, with your entire body hidden within his bedding, you’d started to sweat, breathing in the dense air trapped under the pillows with you, and you had to readjust several times. it took so long that you were just about to give up on the prank and unbury yourself, before you heard the door open.

showtime.

you felt knots of excitement tying themselves together in your belly as you willed yourself to be as still as possible, and appear as the lifeless, silicone toy.

you could hear him moving about the studio, sighing, and your heart was starting to beat faster in your ears— you hoped that he would hurry to his room, so you could reveal yourself soon, and you could get out from under this suffocating duvet.

when he’d stepped into the bedroom, you hear the door close behind him, and you have to physically keep yourself from kicking your feet in excitement. it was almost time to scare the living daylights out of your best friend. your muscles tighten, ready to jump up, but a sound abruptly stops you.

a zipper.

you freeze, listening silently to the sound of rusting fabric. soft thuds as he kicked out of his shoes, and a whoosh that follows towards the floor.

was he undressing?

your eyes widen only when you hear a heavy breath, followed by the click of a cap. squeezing, then a low moan coming from behind you. it was Rafayel. your eyes widen. you’d never heard such a sound from his mouth, and you had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. the subtle skin slapping that started slow, but sped up shortly after, his breath getting heavier simultaneously. you realized how wrong it was to hear Rafayel pleasuring himself, especially when he didn’t know that you were there. you should really say something, open your mouth and let him know that he wasn’t alone, but when your lips parted, you couldn’t force any sound from it. you were too stunned by these sounds to give him any kind of warning. you listen, mouth agape and eyes big, staring into the headboard of his bed as he takes a few steps towards the foot of it. your mind races, realizing that he had not placed the toy on his bed for you to find it—

this had not been a toilet-humor prank that he was putting together. he simply hadn’t had the time to hide his private toys before you stumbled upon them.

to solidify this revelation, you feel one hand tracing over the shape of your ass. his fingers were warm and slick, and you nearly gasped, sealing your lips just in time for his digits to curl around the panties and tug on them, inching down your thighs. he would definitely discover you were disguising yourself as the toy when he couldn’t take them all the way off, and that thought was equally humiliating and comforting. you didn’t exactly love the idea of him finding out now, after exposing your cunt to him, and now that you’d gotten an earful of him jerking off, but at least things wouldn’t go further. Rafayel doesn’t, however, try to pull the panties down completely. instead, he seems content to leave them around your thighs, and his fingers trace upwards, slowly and skillfully, until they trace your netherlips, slathering your sex in what had to be lube, cool and wet.

oh, god. your top teeth sink into your lower lip as his fingertips swipe full laps between your folds. the pads rub against your most sensitive nub, leaving it throbbing and begging for more attention before they drag downwards, teasing your opening. he didn’t seem to notice that your cunt spasms, attempting to clamp down on his fingers, before they run another lap. he lets out a heavy breath, the sound of his palm smacking against his abdomen as he fucks his own hand in tandem to the way he was unknowingly teasing your pussy making your head spin.

this was so wrong.

you had to tell him right now.

your tiers part once more, this time determined to stop this before—

the swollen, slippery head of Rafayel’s cock rubs against your slit. one hand covers your mouth to keep any sound, words or otherwise, from escaping as you realize that it’s too late to expose yourself now. you’d look like a total creep, taking advantage of your best friend by pretending to be his sex toy. “Huh—uhh…” Rafayel emitted a low moan as he rubbed his dick against you a few more times, before planting one palm on your ass, the other holding tight to his base as he plunged inside.

it took all you had within you to not let out a cry of surprise at the sudden entry. your free hand grips the sheet so tightly you fear your nails will rip holes in it, and your toes curl beneath the mattress. Rafayel had been under the impression that he could be as rough as he wanted, because the pussy was nothing but a silicone replica, and so his rhythm was steady, deep pumping almost immediately upon bottoming out in your guts. “Fuck,” he breathes out, hips thumping against your ass, both hands grasping at it. “F—feels good… yeah,”

he was right about that, and you wished you could vocalize it. your walls fluttered about in delight as he pounded into you, his cock was longer than you’d thought it would be, the tip bold in its deep exploration, prodding against your g-spot with every, full thrust of his hips. you fought the urge to bounce back, meet his movements with equally eager grinding. instead, your eyes began to roll and your lids flittered, and the grip on your own mouth tightened to keep any of your stifled mewls and whimpers from escaping. you couldn’t, however, keep from gushing when he hit the perfect depth with his fervent stroking, and you could only hope that his thorough drenching you in lubrication would be enough to mask this.

you could hear him panting, moaning, swearing, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his fingers digging into your warm, satin skin, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you. it was as if you felt every, single vein as they rub your walls, autographing your insides, claiming them as his as he uses you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…!”

he was getting louder, his hips bucking more powerfully, more erratically, and the throbbing in your core was a testament to just how close to cumming he was.

you knew how wrong this was, but all rational thinking was dissipating; you were enjoying being fucked like this; greedy, careless pounding, by your closest friend too much to ruin it, now. you didn’t want to stop it, not until he was fully satiated.

“F—fuck, yeah,” Rafayel swoons, grabbing full fists of your ass, pulling your ass back to meet his hungry hip-snapping, “more, more, more!”

you couldn’t take much more, and you push your face into the mattress to keep quiet, both hands scrambling to hold on to something, squeezing the edge of the mattress with your nails sinking in— anything to relieve the pressure he was forcing as deep into you as he could. your feet wanted to kick, your back wanted to arch, and you wanted to scream out in pure pleasure, so you clung to the bed as tightly as you could in hopes that you could ride out the orgasm he was ripping from you.

he didn’t even seem to notice your twitching and subtle squirming beneath the blankets as he made you drop off and come undone, which you were thankful for, because he was too caught up in chasing his own high. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” Rafayel was sputtering, desperately trying to get there, pressing all of his weight against your ass as he pumps a few more, deep and hard, thrusts into you before he grunts, and releases. as if he’d been pent up for quite a while, you felt a spattering of warmth, and then it spreads as he fills your belly with his essence. you nearly lose it in this moment, and almost blow your cover, your walls clamping down on his cock as he starts to retract. it felt so good to be full of Rafayel that you didn’t want him to pull out, but he does so with a ragged moan. there’s an uncomfortable emptiness that follows his abandoning of your cunt, the feeling of being fucked deep and left there, your oblivious best friend’s cum dribbling out of your used pussy as it twitches and your muscles stay tense. you knew you were leaving a small puddle on his sheets below you, but you could hear him milling around the room instead of focusing on you, now.

“Damn,” he mutters to himself, and you his phone unlock, then the rapid-fire tapping of his fingers on the keys. was he… texting?

you were answered when you heard the faint vibrating of your phone in your pants pocket, hidden under the bed. he texted you?! at first, you think he must’ve heard it, because everything went silent, and you waited for him to start shouting, but he doesn’t.

a few moments later, the door opens, and his footsteps fade as he swaggers down the corridor, satiated, and a moment later, you hear the shower turn on.

for the first time in several minutes, your muscles relax for a moment, before you swim out from your heated prison in a hurry, scrambling under the bed to grab your phone. every move you made, you could feel his release swirling around inside you and dribbling down your thighs, and you groan at the sensation, and the trail you made before you pulled the panties up to keep any more from leaving evidence. staring at the screen, panting and fucked out, your eyes barely focusing, you read the message in disbelief.

just woke up so i’m running late. stop on the way and buy lunch or something i’m starving

liar.

but you didn’t have time to dwell on the message; you get dressed as quickly as you can, what with your legs trembling like shaken jelly and your insides sore from Rafayel’s eager plowing, and hoist the fake butt back into place on top of the bed. you had to make a stealthy exit before he got out of the shower. stuffing your own panties into your pocket, you decide the best way to avoid an even stickier mess on his floor that would certainly be noticeable, you had to wear the panties meant for the doll. you could only pray he didn’t realize they’d gone missing right away, and later today when you could sneak away to the bathroom, you’d put them back in place.

so, stumbling and trying to catch your breath, freshly fucked, you leave through the sliding back door, the one that faces the shoreside, and closes it behind you to complete your escape.

once outside, you exhale deeply, lean against his car, hidden from windows’ views, to evaluate the damage, beyond the mess of him in your panties. you groan, covering your face with both hands in belated guilt.

you could never, ever tell him about this!

#I still don’t really like this but SKSKSK ILL TRY AGAIN #rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel smut #rafayel imagine #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace rafayel

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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theotherbuckley · 10 months

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I know we say it a lot but a lot of our “I can’t believe Buck and Eddie can’t see what’s right in front on them” moments are the near death experiences. And it’s like we see how much they love each other. We see Buck clawing at the ground and screaming for Eddie so bad that he has to be pulled away by Bobby. We see how Buck needs to be pulled to the ground by Mehta because in that moment Buck can’t think about anything other than the fact that Eddie just got shot in front of him. We see Buck rolling under the truck to save Eddie despite being crushed by one just to save him. We see Eddie screaming for Buck and trying to lift his dead weight before resigning to lowering him. We see Eddie yell “do more”. We see it. But they don’t.

They feel all that grief but they don’t know the other one does too. Most of the time the other gets better and then they pretend that nothing happened or they dive into another relationship and run away. They don’t talk about how it felt to be the one watching (because it’s “not their trauma”).

I want one of them to see the footage of one of these incidents. I want Eddie to see Buck clawing at the ground or pulling him under the truck. I want one of them to see the other break and go:

Oh. I love you too.

#this isn’t even anywhere near the list of incidents but just some of the major ones #like they don’t realise how badly their deaths would impact the other #they don’t talk about it because the other is injured so how could they complain #just sksksks I need them to SEE how badly it impacts them #I think if they did then they would realise oh he loves me back.#911 buddie #911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911 spoilers

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toffeelemon · 7 months

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I don’t feel like our love is brand new. There must have been lovers, soulmates, before us, experiencing what we get to have. And it’s giving me comfort to imagine there will be many more like us to come. Our kind of love is the kind of love that makes this rotten world worth living in.

prince simon in madrid

a pilgrimage along the world that @prince-simon created 🥹

Simon’s neighbourhood, Chueca

“It’s actually the Queer Neighbourhood of Madrid, and coincidentally also where I live.” He lowered his voice as if to tell a secret, “It’s actually not a coincidence at all.” (chapter 2)

Casa de Campo (view from the Royal Palace lol oop)

Wilhelm didn’t even recognise himself. He didn’t think he’d ever looked that happy. And Simon… his eyes were closed and his curls were a mess and Wilhelm had never seen anyone more beautiful. (chapter 3)

El Retiro

Simon looked at Wilhelm much too adoringly for a statement this goofy. “The ducks are gay!” He yelled at Santiago and Paula, “Just so you know!” (chapter 9)

Palacio de Cristal

“Here’s a funny thought - bear with me, okay? But just imagine. Flowers. Everywhere, like on the ceiling, up the walls. Fairy lights scattered all through it. It would be so gorgeous as a- uh, like. For a wedding…” Realising where his train of thought had gotten him, Wilhelm fell quiet, looking at Simon with wide eyes. (chapter 9)

El Palacio Real de Madrid (more specifically the Throne Room lmfao)

Simon traced his fingers over the bruises on Wilhelm’s neck and in the opening of his dress shirt, humming contentedly. Wilhelm followed the movement in the mirror, and marvelled at how good they looked together, how well they fit together and how much Simon belonged right here – on the throne, with Wilhelm. He deserved the world and so much more. (chapter 12)

Museo Nacional del Prado

Around them, the other visitors kept moving, admiring the art on the walls, and for the moment Wilhelm felt infinite, imagining himself a painting, looked at and analysed hundreds of years from now. El Abrazo de los Príncipes.

Lo Spasimo, Raphael, 1515-1517

“Are we allowed to kiss in front of Jesus on his way to crucifixion or is that tasteless? Because I really want to kiss you right now, Simon.”

Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez, 1656

“He made me look at Velázquez in the painting and how he was looking back at the viewer, at me. I still remember the exact tone of his voice, how he was so certain when he told me that I had every right to be where I am. That I am the subject of this painting, the king being painted. All those tyrants, King Felipe and Emmanuel and all those that came in between, they are trapped in that mirror forever while I am here, alive, we’re here. Velázquez is looking at two queer princes, ready to paint us.” (chapter 13)

Casa Alberto

“So, tell me more about this special part of Madrileñan history.” He was slightly teasing but mostly actually curious.

Simon seemed all too eager to answer that question, and it hit Wilhelm how genuine Simon’s care for his city — his country — and its people was. It made him a little sad to know that a lot of people didn’t get to see that because they only focused on Simon being too gay or too Latino, or even just too carefree and enjoying life because he was young, to be their future king.

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Iglesia de San Antonio de los Alemanes (where Simon goes to church)

“I think I need to go somewhere.”

“Oh?” Wilhelm said softly, “Right now?”

Simon hesitated before he nodded. “I need to- get some clarity? Or - I hope that I’ll get it there?” He whispered, voice shaky.

“Do you want to tell me where you’re going?”

“To- uh, to pray? I mean- to church? I don’t know if I’ll pray…” Simon’s voice was shaky, uncertainty shining in his eyes when he dared to look up at Wilhelm. (chapter 11)

#god i don’t think i have immerse myself into a fictional world so deeply before #this story lives and breathes #and i love what it has given me god to imagine when i read the first chapter i have not moved countries or gotten a cursed degree yet #he feels like a friend i held by the hand and walked through adventures together🥹#i really went to a particular restaurant and ordered particular dishes because i read about it in a book #and it was as magical as i imagined heheh #(including the snails sksksk)#prince simon i love you forever #prince simon au #prescribing everyone a reread Right Now!#give me attention and i’ll come back with extra pics of the food sksk #simon’s depression church is not mentioned in Text but this is canon source hehe #i’m not the first person to visit pscu locations and i love everyone who’s done it what a great idea it was so fun!#yes i know you’re not supposed to take photos in the prado but then i remembered this was built by a colonial powerhouse then felt less bad

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sexynetra · 6 months

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Have you ever seen anyone cuter? (The answer is no. No you haven’t)

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cinewhore · 6 months

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little neighbor update….

bought a white noise machine to cover the sound. So far it’s been working well with no issues.

I know that roughly around 11pm until 6 or 7am, I am likely to hear the sex noises so i make sure to crank that bitch up at 10pm and leave it on until 9am.

I’m getting into bed tonight and admittedly turned it on a bit late as I stayed up late so I couldn’t mask the sounds before it started. Not that it mattered because even at one of the highest settings, I could still hear homegirl singing her praises.

I’m mad.

I get up, throw on my head wrap and robe, write a very public fuck you shut up and marched downstairs to tape the note to her door.

As soon as I opened the door to my hallway and go down the stairs, i can hear this girl and at that point, I’m reasoning why can’t the entire building can’t BECAUSE SHES SO FUCKING LOUD.

Get to 204.

Y’all.

It’s not her.

I stop to listen at the door and am panicking because the floors creak and so you can definitely hear me stop randomly in the hallway.

It’s not her.

I quickly snatch the paper off her door and dash back to my apartment but i take the back way so I can roam through the entire building. Unfortunate for me, the couple stopped when i reached the second floor but it’s super clear the noise is coming from another unit 😳

All this time I’ve been secretly loathing this poor girl and she’s been telling the truth (except that one time when she was on the phone damn near all night but she’s been quiet since).

Now I’m trying to figure out how the hell im able to hear this other units bed so clearly?? What kind of shit is in these walls? Tbh, I don’t think moving into 301 is going to help, i think it’ll make things worse because I’ll be closer to the noise. At this point I think the better option is to just move entirely.

I honestly don’t feel bad for thinking it was the girl directly below me because I’m telling y’all, if you were here you’d definitely think the same thing. The only thing I am sorry about is hitting the floor with the broomstick cause i know she was like “wtf?”

Will remain silent about my findings but will continue to investigate because I’m paying $1200 to sleep and damnit i WILL SLEEP.

#ohhhhhhh boy #what an interesting update sksksks #wasn’t expecting that at all #but this makes great material for my pilot script lolz #I’m debating if i should reach out to the girl below me and apologize for knocking on the floor #i feel like it’s the least i could do?#maybe she knows something I don’t?#idk y’all help me out 😭#now that’s what i call blogging

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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margaetyrell · 1 year

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dancing with our hands tied and hits different are indeed fragments of the same story. but so are wonderland and cowboy like me. and here comes the part where i confess that dwoht (for me!) can be both a love song and a sad/breakup song, just like clm. but hold on, before anyone kills me... let me try to explain (i’ll separate each song by colours to make the parallels more clear).

here’s how dwoht also works as a breakup song. first of all: I COULD’VE spent forever with your hands in my pockets. You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, I had a bad feeling → And you asked me to dance but I said, “Dancing is a dangerous game”. Oh, I thought this is gonna be one of those things → They say that if it’s right, you know. Nothing has ever felt so wrong → We found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it. And we pretended it could last forever. like when you had a bad feeling something was going to happen and “you should’ve seen it coming” (I should’ve slept with one eye open at night) but you kept dancing and refused to see it. hoping it’d work out eventually. AND THEN comes the bridge. which in dwoht it’s like, i would do ALL these things and get burnt in my own house even if it catches us inside. i would stick with you and hug you no matter what IF! i could just dance with you again. it doesn’t say “if that means we can keep dancing” or something like that. it’s a could that almost sounds like a shouting prayer. but if that still feels unclear, go back to the start where the lyrics literally say “could have”.

dwoht is about the fear of something ruining the love you have (or had), which are common fears that appear in the beginning of a relationship, but they also do at the end of it. therebefore, it’s still a song about the fear of this love being ruined by x or not being strong enough to face the mess around it (which was the mess that you wanted! → you made a mess of me) and so that motivates them to keep trying, keep dancing. because they just can’t help falling in love with each other. like gravity keeping you with me. but what happens when they no longer want that mess...? only time can confirm or deny these fears, that are seen quite a lot thoughout her most vulnerable songs. in these 4, they are also very loud. until they conclude with: In the good in the world, you once believed in me. And I felt you and I held you for a while → Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon → You held on tight to me ‘cause nothing’s as it seems → Oh, and you held me close. How was I to know that? → Is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Why the wound is still bleedin'? You were the one that I loved → I reached for you, but you were gone. I knew I had to go back home → With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con. And I’m never gonna love again → I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us and I’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in... If I could dance with you again.

*this is completely inspired by kathryn’s analysis which fucked me up and it took me forever because i’m not very good at it. so if you’ve read all of this, thank you. if it still doesn’t make any sense though, please be nice to me. i tried <3

#taylor swift #dwoht #pt #tsanalysis #why am i so scared to post this sksksks it will get 1 note. if any #also i left more parallels out like deep blue but you painted me golden = now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings #and the whole people keep spreading rumours trying to screw this up pipeline. bc it was sooo long already #BUT still relevant to what i’m saying. they’re all conected #anyways this is my first analysis!!! omg 🥹 and i’ve been waiting to do it for a long time so i’m very proud of that. pls don’t be a c*nt

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poohwhin · 9 months

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starting a fight just to get rocked by 5-13 people who had NO PRIOR CORRELATION to each other is absolutely insane. (no sympathy for them though they highkey deserved that)

also like a million props to the dude who SWAM over there 😭 mvp frfr

#poo talk #montgomery alabama #i normally don’t post about irl stuff like this but #SKSKSKS

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hausofmamadas · 1 year

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| A DANCE WITH DINARRÓN: Narcos Mexico/Tax Collector AU Crossover |

… aka an exercise in pure OTP self-indulgence but I don’t care cuz I don’t even care

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Mira, let’s get this out the way, right quick.

If ever you think a Dinarrón post is my last, you’ve probly underestimating my ability to test everyone’s patience by hyperfocusing on one thing and taking to the interwebs to scream about it. Te lo juro I can and will be going for miles with this shit sksjsjsjsj. Having said that, I don’t have thaaat much to scream in all caps about? Like shits kinda speaks for itself.

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Howmever I do hereby submit to the official record: David Ayer’s the greatest gift to this earth not stiff competition aksksks bc so sorry Mr. Ayer but most of your movies are hot!garbage pero fun hot!garbage so (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Ayer’s actual #1, capital T, Top contribution to history is not the movie Tax Collector but is this scene from the movie Tax Collector

…. of not our David Barron but still a Bobby-Soto-looking Eme gangster named David Barrón Cuevas … FUCKING 💃🏻SALSA💃🏻 DANCING LIKE ARE YOU FORREAL TRYING TO HAVE ME KILLED

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And with this gift, Ayer basically fueled the fire for this mind-meld of Dinarrón dancing, aaand it’s basically the sole reason for me waking up in the morning, it basically maaade the Dinarrón Blue Jeans vid bc I basically only decided to add TC clips after seeing the uncanny similarities to Dina’s wedding.

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It’s like Ayer actually Freddy Kruegered me, plucked the scene straight from my Dinarrón dreams bc the way it fits so well with the scenes of her lil dance routine have me Lebron-tear-ing to the goddamn moon.

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And since I first saw this hot!garbage movie, can conservatively say that I think about this mmm like twice a day. Like they’re not even from the same movie/show, but in my mind, they’re irrevocably fused together like this did just happen. It is canon wedding instead of what actually happened aka Min yelling at Barrón for drinking agua mineral and calling him Pancha’s “gente”

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OH AND how weird is it to see our boy smile ?? Barrón barely speaks a word sksks so like smile!??!!?! Pffft pls. Mans is a sicario, no tiene tiempo para eso curling-the-corners-of-his-mouth-to-express-joy mamadas. He’s too busy smoldering for no goddamn reason and white-lady-math-meme-ing his surroundings for threats both of which look remarkably similar re: what his face is doing.

Also this/ks:’kskamb mf hip swivel Dina doin in that last one🥴 sending me into full fucking heart palpitations. Like her booty alone, Jesus that booty does not get the gotdamn recognition it deserves in this fandom.

*slams hands on table like overzealous cop during an interrogation, stands up too forcefully knocks over own chair*

And YOU KNOW WHAT? I’m here before the court today, your honor, to atone for that sin. And since you’re dying to know, yes, being a martyr for The Cause is indeed a thankless job with no 401K or health benefits but I hear they’re gonna paint some real nice pictures of me after I’m dead, so clearly a fair trade.

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#narcos mexico #tax collector #dina arellano felix #david barron #bobby soto #mayra hermosillo #goddddd you guys I just love these two so much #it’s like a bisexual explosion of epic proportions and i can’t contain it #also everyone #this movie tax collector #such hot garbage but also so much fun like there’s a goth chola named Gata how much better could it get #and fun to make fun of no shade to the cast like they really did their best #(except Shia LaBooger who can get all the way fucked for beating on my girl FKA Twigs ..#don’t give af how method you are you on my list bitch)#and Ayer squandered such a golden opportunity to make an actual good movie sksksks #but like there’s a lot of explosions OH AND FUCKING AND THERE’S INEXPLICABLY GEORGE LOPEZ PLAYING A HARDCORE GANGSTER EME CARNAL SKSKSKS #and did I mention the goth chola named Gata and Bobby Soto being hot #just watch it and cackle like I did

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kingwilliamv · 1 year

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Is it just me or Kevin De Bruyne looks so much like the ginger? 😭

#i hate it so much sksksk #like leave me alone let me watch football in peace #no wonder I don’t like man city lmaooo #⚽️

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detectivelokis · 1 year

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mutuals, who are some of your fave artists that are open to commission right now? i want to commission a couple pieces for my birthday, but i never know who’s open. also, feel free to list yourself if you want to.

#my birthday is not for like a month and half but if I don’t look now I’ll wait until the last minute sksksk

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simleez · 4 months

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Do I agree that Sunghoon is your bias? No

Do I agree that Dark Blood/Criminal Love is their sound? HELL YEAH

It is so them and so different from what is out now. There isn't a lot of effects or loud instrumentals. Just them organically 🫠

First off? R u d e 😔

Secondly yeah! I mean granted I really only listen to enhypen (and now Riize too) so I don’t know any other boy groups sound but I’ll rarely dislike a group for having a unique sound that is uniquely them. It’s probably why I didn’t like sweet venom bc it was performed well and sung well but in the same way a survival group covers a song. Yes it’s good, but it’s not them. It could have been sung by txt, infinite, etc and I wouldn’t have noticed a change.

Another example is I don’t like Polaroid love, I think that feeling when is miles better and is the only enha song I don’t have downloaded 😭. Reason being? It sounds too plain, it doesn’t sound like them. Feeling when actually shows their range and vocal colors, even their earlier songs like 10 months do too!

So yeah, this is all to say that I hope the next cb is a masterpiece like dark blood and is just uniquely ✨enhypen✨

-monet 🥰

#monet.txt #hope peeps don’t get up and arms about this #I am a fan not their worshipper sksksks to say in a constructive manner this song doesn’t suit them I think is a valid claim skksksksks #big sad though bc I was saur excited and yah idk I didn’t like the album or besides this time around and I still had paradoxx invasion #in my Spotify wrapped for every year since its came out skskskks #ANYWHO

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lunannex · 2 years

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A little detail that I love about Allison’s characterization that people don’t really talk about is the fact that she’s always quick to point out how unfair things are. And it’s mostly because I don’t think any of the other siblings express this as explicitly as she does. These are just the instances that I remember, but let me know if I missed any:

S1: when Viktor walks in on the family meeting the others were having without them, he’s reasonably upset. Especially when Allison tells him that it’s “a family matter” (honestly, very poor word choice on her part lmao). He tells Allison that he’s been left out of everything for as long as he can remember, even when all she’s been trying to do since the start of the season is make amends so that Viktor finally feels like part of the family. I think Viktor’s words make Allison feel like he’s refusing to acknowledge how hard she’s been trying to be the sister that he’s always deserved.

S2: when Luther goes to get Allison after Five gets the briefcase from the Handler, he tells her that they have to return to their timeline if they want to guarantee the safety of the entire world. That would mean leaving everything Allison has spent two years building, but in the end, she’s forced to make a difficult decision – even when there’s this voice in her head that tells her that something’s bound to go wrong.

S3: her fear of losing everything end up becoming a reality. She leaves her husband in the hopes of reuniting with her daughter, but she ends up losing both. This causes her to slowly regress into the person that she used to be before everything. She’s in a dark place and she’s grieving and it feels like everything’s falling apart and all her worst nightmares have come true, so it’s no wonder that she gets upset when her siblings are being so nonchalant about everything she’s had to sacrifice.

Like, taking everything we know about Allison into account, it makes so much sense. She has so much pride and she’s not used to losing. She’s not used to failure because that was never an option before. She has the ability to manipulate reality to her will, she shouldn’t HAVE to be going through hardship after hardship, but even her powers have a limit. She’s not as invincible as she thought she was when she was younger, and that means that, no matter how much she tries, things won’t always go her way. I think that’s something really hard for her to accept. It’s something that she CAN’T accept. Because if she’s going to end up losing anyway, why even bother trying to be a good person? What’s the point? Why do they have these powers if they’ve done nothing but hurt them? Why can’t the world see all her efforts and just let her have a happy ending? Ugh, I just think it’s all so interesting. I love her so much.

#luna talks #allison hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #my queen #she!#you can count on me to focus on the TINIEST details and make entire essays about them #like the fact that she was in a soccer team once????????? i don’t get it how did that happen #she’s so sksksks

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