#i was gonna not post that first one but that camera movement is so nice love that shot sm
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#kip sabian#bte#aew#all elite wrestling#aewedit#wrestlingedit#wrestling#night gifs#i was gonna not post that first one but that camera movement is so nice love that shot sm#also the fingers in the last one. please dont perceive me rn im feral--#my beloved#kip in a box#(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)#being the elite
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We've discussed a lot of SoapGaz and PriceGaz, but there is one more. GhostGaz of the OF au.
FUCK. Gaz is immediately is told by Soap that Ghost is subbed. This gets him an idea... I mean, he needs to record this night, but his camera guy, and Soap are gone!! :[
He pretends to be shy and flustered as he asks if Ghost could help him film something... personal.
"I just need someone to hold the camera is all~ I promise I'll do extra laps in the morning if you want-" he doesn't do those extra laps because Ghost REALLY wants to do this and immediately says yes. Now Gaz is actually flustered because oh fuck my Lieutenant is so close, and he's watching every little movement!
Halfway through filming, Ghost just takes over, pulls out whatever silicone bs Gaz is using and puts on a condom[safety first both Gaz and Ghost agree] and with a lot of lube it becomes a POV video. Lord Gaz never felt it so rough, so he's like IN HEAVEN right now. Barely able to process how a humans hips can be so rough, precise AND FAST??? He's babbling nonsense at that point and Ghost has decided that this is not film he can use, putting the video down so he can out Gaz into a mating-press and JUST BLAM BLAM BL- Okay you get it I like rough Ghost.
Maybe there is a few spanks in between and the camera, though placed down randomly, still gets all of it.
Afterwards, Gaz being the freaky man he is, sees the condom about to be tied and tells Ghost, "Don't throw that away. Pour it on my face-"
.... that was the last clip of the video, was Gaz's cum filled face before it all cuts. They have a genuinely nice shower[Ghost incredible aftercare headcanon] and Gaz immediately says, "well I've got to do some editing in this-"
💀"You're actually gonna post that?"
🧢"Duh! I'll be sure to blur your tats so people don't know-"
💀"Why would I want that. Keep it how it is... can you send me the unedited version?"
🧢"Of course ♡"
It's rare for Gaz to post rough content, bit if he ever feels like he needs it, well, He can always just go to Ghost~
💀"Oh, Sergeant what brings you back to me?"
🧢"well... ///"
This man is so easily charmed by Gaz though he would easily bottom for him he wanted. AND THAT HAS BEEN ALSO RECORDED LMAO
'Fucking my L.T!? [Not clickbait] [GONE SEXUAL]' that's not actually the title but it's funny as fuck
Also Imma try to sign my asks now bc I'll probably dump this stuff on you a lot lmaoo
-❌️❌️❌️
You're so right for all of this!!
I hinted at Gaz sending private videos to Ghost as well, and I stand by that.
Before I start rambling here's some drawings of Ghost absolutely destroying Gaz
At first Ghost is hesitant. ''Are you sure you want this?'' he's alright being a regular subscriber, but Gaz is adamant that yes, he trusts him.
And he doesn't regret it one bit. Ghost takes full advantage of Kyle's background as a gymnast. He manhandles him like he's a puppet and folds him as much as he physically can.
Also if you're wondering why Kyle is apologizing to him... He admitted to teasing Ghost for two whole weeks, making his life a living hell by constantly making sure he's on his mind. He sent him pictures in the middle of the day, random messages and looks from across a room. Ghost was starting to get heated under his mask.
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waterborne poetry reactions (belated) (long post)
XINGQIU GOT FUCKING SMASHED IN THIS EVENT. BULLYING XINGQIU HOURS I LOVE TO SEE IT (affectionate)
bro got roasted for his handwriting, is Baffled by the mondstadters, then spends an entire day missing out on [whatever that was] and STILL DOESNT HAVE A CLUE WHAT HAPPENED HAHAHA im sorry i love bullying him
please never tell xingqiu whats going on it's payback <3
CHONGYUN DIONA AND MIKA. i need to hold them omg,,,, i was using freminet to wander around so in my heart they r just 4 cryo kids in a terrarium what will they do!! that combo was quite cute
CHONGYUN YANG MODE?!?!?!?!?! ON SCREEN??????? WAAAAHHHHHHHHH
he was adorable ;;;;;___;;;;; his little eye sparkles and the jumping T_T also the near-rap speed that his lines were delivered in was hilarious (thank you kinsen for ur service)
my son.... please never feed him chilis again
CHONGYUN IMPACT. that's all
now full of unfounded hope that chongyun will someday get an event about his pure yang spirit since they mentioned it a fair few times here
give him the deep lore he deserves
also XIAOYUN?!?!?!?! (only seeing what i want to see) THEY TALKED!!!! IN PERSON ON SCREEN THEY TALKED AND XIAO WASNT DISPARAGING!!!! im sorry this is what a rarepair with no food does to a mf
xiaolumi so strong (or xiaother if u prefer)
oughguhguhg the rhyming couplets part was SOOOO CUTE!! idk they did good with the pacing of the banter i think 🥺
adding onto that the camera angles and cuts this event were actually really nice and creative i think. they made it more engaging (the quick pan from chongyun to xingqiu at the end of the 3rd act, hu tao popping out from behind venti's shoulders during the couplet exchange, etc) it was REALLY good really funny. added to the experience a lot <3
Also venti zhongli are truly the most archon old friends ever
that cutscene was actually so pretty. It's drawn in the same style as Lyney's: very textured lines, slightly reminscent of linocuts, quite a few handdrawn parts, especially where there's water/liquid movement present, etc. Maybe this is a Fontaine style animated cutscene, since the oceanids and lyney are both from there? anyways. i'm intrigued—I wanna see if there are regional cutscene styles or something (that'd be very impressive)
the "close ur eyes paimon/diona" line was so fucking funny. traveler's been the third wheel a bunch of times but never this explicitly
also ! for people icked out by the morality of kid finch's crush on the oceanid: it is Fiction with a capital F
on the one hand I agree with the above sentiment, but it's also just funny to think about. first canon monsterfucker ? /JJJJJJJJJJJJJ don't kill me for that joke
Real thoughts: I think it was actually really sweet how he fell in love with a fairytale. Someone said the oceanid could've been aromantic coded to make their love story more morally palatable; I agree, it would've been cool if she was aro, but I don't think their romantic relationship is like somehow terrible and gross either
overall ending was really mid tbh, I appreciate the character growth of everyone who was on screen but literally all the other characters just disappeared. It was really unsatisfying lol especially for an event that was supposed to be hte gathering/unison of mond and liyue
would've been better if the second day's rhyming couplets ended the event I think; you'd have to tweak it to fit the mood of the oceanid/finch reveal but literally anything works, the ending was so anticlimactic
overall event: 10/10 for giving me the character interactions I wanted, and those that I never knew I needed, 5/10 because the minigames are. not the best, I get the intentions but the execution could've been better. And then 5/10 for story arc (heavily influenced by how mid the ending was LMAO)
I want to go through all the poems and their english translations because I Know somethings gonna get screwed up and I'm also just curious as to how they translated it
#oh also. chongyun diona something i never knew i needed#very disappointed that hu tao disappeared though!! like come on even how they wrote her out was so lazy#same can be said for xq and noelle though like thats foul 'oh theyre just busy' LIKE ???? WHY WERENT THEY BUSY YESTERDAY#ramblings!#liveblog insanity#waterborne poetry#4.1 spoilers#genshin spoilers#event spoilers#waterborne poetry spoilers#genshin impact#xiaoyun
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"Oi, has anyone seen Captain yet?"
Shachi looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at Penguin. "He's probably squirreled away in the med bay again. Why are you looking for him, anyway?"
Penguin rolled his eyes like Shachi had asked a dumb question-- and, to be fair, he kind of had. Penguin knew everywhere Law liked to hide amongst the Polar Tang by heart, same as Shachi and Bepo; if Penguin was looking for Law, he'd have already checked his usual haunts before asking the rest of them.
"His mug is still in the cabinet."
Okay, that was a little weird. Lowering his book, Shachi glanced around the room to see if any of the other crew members still in the lounge might know something. "At this time of day?"
Penguin nodded and oh, that's not a good sign at all. It was practically unheard of for Law to not go running to the kitchen at the first hint of coffee being made in the morning-- unless he'd finally crashed, but that had happened last week, and with how bad that one had been Law still had plenty of time to fuck over his sleep schedule before the next one hit.
When the rest of their crewmates agreed that they hadn't seen Law yet that day, even though it was already well into morning and breakfast had come and gone, Shachi got to his feet.
"Bedroom?"
Penguin gave Shachi a wry smile. "The one place I dare not check without backup," He joked.
Shachi elbowed him in the side as he passed, teasing, "Don't be such a coward!"
Shachi knew better than anyone that only four of them were allowed in Law's room, aside from the man himself, and they didn't technically need anyone else to go inside with. But most of the time, it was easier to drag him out of whatever book-obsessed stasis he was stuck in with help, and so unless the others weren't up to it or someone felt confident they could handle it alone, they often buddied up when it came to getting Law out of his moods.
The two continued to banter the entire way to Law's quarters, though they grew quieter the closer they got-- it never hurt to be careful, and if Law was having a bad day or had in fact, by some miracle, fallen asleep, they didn't want to risk waking him or making it worse.
A quick game of rock, paper, scissors had Shachi opening the door, peeking his head inside the room with a whispered, "Law?"
He paused when he finally caught sight of his captain, a large grin forming as he took in the scene before him. He motioned to Penguin with his hand. "Peng, go grab camera! Hurry!"
Instead of doing what Shachi asked, however, Penguin simply leaned over him and stuck his head through the door as well.
He chuckled. "Ah, I thought someone else was missing from breakfast. Guess that mystery is solved."
"Yeah, yeah, they're being sickeningly cuddly as usual, now hurry up!!!" Shachi smacked Penguin's thigh, which earned him a playful scoff before Penguin was finally off, getting a camera as asked.
Shachi's attention snapped back to the scene on the bed as movement caught his eye. He froze, not even daring to breathe. 'Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up--'
Law shifted, and Shachi tensed when he seemed like he was starting to sit up--
Only for Law to snuggle up even closer, his face hidden by Kit's hair as he buried himself further into Kit's neck. Kit's arm wrapped further around Law in response. Shachi inhaled sharply, chest quaking with the determination not to burst out laughing.
He was never, ever going to let Law forget this.
Now if only Penguin would hurry up with that camera.
(Now, if this were a more modern time where social media existed, this is what I would imagine happens next upon Shachi posting the picture.)
Shachi: and Law insists he doesn't like to cuddle lmao
Luffy: No fair, I wanna cuddle Torao!!!
Usopp: Did you sneak into his bedroom for that?!?! Dude he's gonna kill you!
Penguin: akshdjdjfjsk LAW IS GONNA FREAK WHEN HE WAKES UP
Ikkaku: Nice knowing ya, Shach. We'll toast in your honor at the funeral
Bepo: Captain looks so relaxed :D
Robin: good for them :)
Random Follower: Is that
Random Follower: Is that the lost prince of Valstasia he's cuddling
(Shachi, realizing he has Royally Messed Up, just responds to the first comment he sees saying Kit is the lost prince with ".......no." and RUNS
Cue the Hearts desperately trying to cover up the fact Kit is in fact said prince. Kit adjusts his makeup a tiiiinnnnnyyyy little bit and hides a few of his beauty marks to make them look less like a constellation. "Oh yeah, I know I've got a birthmark there but it's not the same kind, don't worry about it." Meanwhile Law is tearing into anyone who so much as dares to ask him directly.)
#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law#lagtha 'kit' rori#kit & law#even as the last petal falls fic#one piece#one piece oc#kit and law are in a queerplatonic relationship if anyone is curious
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Nimona appreciation post (Part 4 of idk how many there will be)
Sorry that took so long, I was a bit preoccupied with farming for Rizzley (Wriothesley in Genshin Impact)
I'm just drinking some Tea and watching Nimona for probably the 50th time lol Sooo… here you go: Part 4 (again: GIF for attention)
Bal waking up, noticing the blanket, looking around, seeing the tea and candles (completely ignoring the hilt of the morning star behind te cup) and just sighing kind of content as if he wakes up like this often is just precious and supptly highlights his relationship with Amb and I just kind of love it, I guess
also Bal being awake and alert right away even tho he was just about to relax cause he prob thought he's with Amb and all is good and stuff is also kind of competent again
Nimona just vibing
"Go" by Santigold is just so good, how did I never heard of that one before?
also how Bal looks at Nim (prob) destroying his kitchen is funny as hell, idk
her eyes reflecting the lightning is a neat lil detail
Nim never bats an eye while she lies like this
also Bals reaction is soooo good, Riz Ahmed nailed this roll (all of the VAs did, but honestly: without him the movie wouldn't be the same)
first time Nim tells him directly not to be so gullible, but he remains so gullible
Breakfast Tacos
She dragged him in what form tho? If his head bounced on the sidewalk it probably couldn't have been her Gorilla or Horse form, I guess. What do y'all think?
"Totally happened."
"Evil Larry" is a much better name than the german version ("Böser Tiger" = "evil tiger" because one wird for evil in german is "bösartiger" and well, they took the pun but it sounds so stupid, idk… it isn't even a name)
Nimonas lil handgesture when she says: "That's a great villain name." also her face when she gets the idea for Evil Larry
"Never gonna happen.", he says with a very much Nope-Face "Whatever, Larry", she says without a fruk to give
Sick murderwall
I will not go into much detail about the contents of the muderwall here, but damn, the really didn't need to go that hard on those details
One thing I'm gonna cram in here tho cause I just saw the portrait of the queen: I recently read somewhere that they wanted to get Dr. Blitzmeyer (I hope I remember her name correctly lol) in the movie but ultimately scrapped her buuut they kept the design/color scheme for the queen and I just… Blitzmeyer helped and supported Comic!Bal, the queen helped and supported Movie!Bal (even if it's a bit of a different relationship, I guess) and that's kinda cute ngl. I kinda missed Dr. Blitzmeyer, she was my fav character in the comic and I was a bit sad that she didn't make it into the movie
Bals face (and probably the camera movement) when he remembers what happened when they broke out of the institute reminds me of some anime protag who goes a bit insane, but I can't remember a particular anime I feel remembered of
Bal always the knight, trying to get his sword when he feels threatened, even tho he doesn't even have it on him
the hand gesture to "Meatball" lol and also: very nice line delivery by Chloe Grace Moretz, she's also a big part of why I liked the character of Nimona (even tho I also like her design and personality, without a good VA a character can be not that likeable, if you know what I mean)
again with the eyes reflecting lightning, I love the lighting in this movie so much
she is in fact a massive, fire-breathing something
Bals brain just overheated and he decided to just roll with it and ask
She's Nimona. (one of my fav lines ever and I love that she get's to say that in at least one other scene)
I have a feeling that Bals answer to "I'm Nimona." ("That is not an answer.") is maybe something trans/genderfluid people get more than me (and def shouldn't cause why do they need to even get that? Why can't everyone just accept stuff like that?)
Bal getting at least one question is actually very nice of Nim ngl
also him not asking something about her but why she's helping him is kinda neat, I think he felt that that maybe would be a bit to much in Nimonas personal space atm
Bals eyes widen for just a second when Nim answers him and he remembers what situation he is in is kinda sad (btw. much of this movie wouldn't worked for me if they weren't so damn much animated/if they wouldn't be so much little details in the gestures, mannerisms and whatnot of the people)
him straight going to thinking-mode when looking at the murder.. I mean innocence wall
Bal looking sad at Ambs portrait is kind of a mood ngl
also him kind of forcing himself to look away (down), breathing in and then looking at the complete wall again is so very human, those charcters just feel to real
best photo of Diego (the squire)
Love how Nim wants to say kill him and stops herself when Bal turns towards her, without a doubt with a look on his face that says: Noooooo, bad shapeshifter
His reaction to "Let's got get him. You and me." is priceless lol
Bals hesitation (and probably inner monolouge) is kinda fun to see but also very undertandable, I mean: he knows her how long now? And even tho he redeems himself fast enough, here he is very much and very heavy still under the brain washing of the Institute and knows now that Nim is not human, so I kinda understand why he's so hesitant but he's desperate and she can (and will) voluntarily help him
Nim just rubbing salt in the wound, cause she knows exactly that he doesn't have much of a choice
He clearly wondered how she got there so fast and I love these kind of little reactions throughout the movie, they show how vigilant the character are and it feels even more real, cause let's be honest: if you're talking to someone who is like 10 steps away, you blink and then they are right before you, you'd also not gloss over that without so much as a second glance, would you?
love that Nim already moved from Sidekick-for-a-evil-villain to clear-his-name-and-be-a-hero-sidekick
Bal still not really trusting her but debating it
the shark transformation is just nice: the fluidity, the sound effect, Nims look, the lighting, the fact that you probably didn't really expect it, just *chefs kiss*
her "I'm not a girl, I'm a shark." is also very iconic, even tho it's used just one time in the movie; still one of the best lines ngl also her face when she says "But I'm not a girl." and the lil bite animation and sound is very nice
"Hey. You ever put your head in the mouth of one of these?", that line delivery and the animation for that and Bal already being done with the convo lol
"Should've just stayed in jail." lol
That's it for this part, I hope y'all are ok with the length, it really feels a bit smoother to write ^^
Have a good one and until next time :)
#netflix nimona#nimona#appreciation#gay knights#nimona film#nimona spoilers#goldenheart#nimona ballister
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Voldemort, in 2013: If we can't say mudblood anymore can we at least say fag?
Delphini: D: No!!! Fag is a slur!
Voldemort: Queer then.
Delphini: QUEER is a slur!!!
Voldemort: Delphini, I got called all of these things. None of these are slurs.
Delphini: They are now. Hermione says only mages born to muggles are allowed to say mudblood.
Voldemort: I will have you know that the preferred nomenclature WAS mudblood in the 50s and 60s. Due to the Mudpride movement.
Delphini: The what?
Voldemort: The...Mudpride...movement. Does the name Nobby Leach mean anything to you?
Delphini: We don’t really cover the history after WWII. But yeah, that's the guy that died.
Voldemort: The guy who died...
Delphini: Yeah.
Voldemort: Who teaches History?
Delphini: Someone Vinda appointed. You probably don't know him. Zephyr Avery Jr.
Voldemort: That man is a Death Eater and I regret ever marking him. I did it as a favour to his father. Brainless man, that Jr. Only chases after skirts.
Delphini: You are so old.
Voldemort: Child. I am not even a hundred years old. You should know recent history.
Delphini: Nobody can tell it to you in an objective manner, though. That’s why people aren't teaching it. That's what professor Avery says. Mum says that after Nobby Leach died everything went to shit.
Voldemort: Do they still attribute his death to me?
Delphini: Nah. They uncovered a written confession from the late Abraxas Mafloy that he did it for clout.
Voldemort: For what?
Delphini: Prestige.
Voldemort: He did it because he was doped on cocaine.
Delphini: Lmao.
Voldemort: What?
Delphini: Nevermind. Hasthag rip king.
Voldemort: *blinks* How did Bellatrix let you become like this?
Delphini: Short answer: Mum loves me :)
Voldemort: A mother’s love *sarcasm* What a powerful magic.
Delphini: In the 1910s what was it like to see a telephone for the first time?
Voldemort: I was born in 1926.
Delphini: Ok fine. I bet you don't know when I was born. >:]
Voldemort, genuinely still struggling with remembering his years post ressurection, it's all just one continous thread of events: I want to say late 1997?
Delphini: 1998. HA!
Voldemort: All right. I tire of conversing with you.
Delphini: You want me to show you more youtube videos of people compiling news and major events?
Voldemort: If this is the only way I can get as much information in the shortest amount of time. I will suffer through these edited videos.
Many videos later
Voldemort: This has depressed me.
Delphini: Do you want to hear a cool song that I think will cheer you up?
Voldemort: If I must.
Delphini pulling up You’re gonna go far kid but in an AMV
Voldemort: It’s a nice song but who are these people?
Delphini: Just some anime characters. But listening to a song through an amv is 63738% better than watching the regular vevo.
Voldemort: :/ What happens if you put my name on here? *points to the search*
Delphini: On muggle youtube- nothing. Voldemort doesn't exist. There is a Little Hangleton sketch by some comics that mentions the Riddles. But they mean your father and not you when they say Tom Riddle. Now! If we access MAGE youtube *does her magic clicky things on her phone* *searches lord voldemort* The video with the most hits is a Jackass parody that George and Fred Weasley did in 2004. *pulls up video called LORD VOLDEMORT - FUCKING WITH THE TABOO* This is the biggest piece of evidence we had that the taboo was completely gone. Up until this moment people were still on the fence about saying your name. They say it... *fast forwards near the end of the video* 394 times.
Voldemort: :| Is that you in the shopping cart? *points at a little child in a shopping cart shouting Voldemort*
Delphini: Yeah! I was their little helper :) Harry held the camera.
Voldemort: And Bellatrix let you do all of this?
Delphini: Why wouldn’t she? These are all purebloods. Plus Harry. She had no reason to object getting a night off from being a mother.
Voldemort: And Rodolphus?
Delphini: Dad started a betting pool that someone would get maimed filming this. Fred lost an ear in a shuriken throwing accident. But that's another video. We were really into Naruto.
Voldemort: I have had enough.
Delphini: *puts away phone* *looks at him*
Voldemort: Yes?
Delphini: Do you have any mental illness or a history of such things? Any developmental disorder or such?
Voldemort, slipping into cockney from the sheer absolute disbelief and shock: Are you asking if I'm retarded?
Delphini: D:< That's a slur, too!!!
Voldemort: :// *stands up and leaves the room* I have had enough 2013 for the day, thank you.
Runs into Harry
Voldemort: What isn't a slur these days?
Harry, thinking: Err, I think cunt.
Voldemort: At least there's still something.
#lord voldemort#we forgot we were human#voldemort in this au is gonna be rly like those incredibly old fathers that are just :// while their tech kid is showing them stuff#man is bewildered
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Perfect connection Chapter 9 - Arthur Maxson x Fem Sole Survivor
THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate. This one would be in the middle of chapter 24 from the original fic
If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic
They were resting together naked into the others arms. Nora was still in the Prydwen and Arthur was desesperatly trying to convince her to not scape in whenever moment he goes to take the Wilson Atomatoys Factory. In the second he is gone, she is too, and he was planning all the impossible to change her mind…it was difficult tho. She was difficult.
Lately, she let him rest over her belly, touch with his hand or even place his head, it wasn’t big tho, a bit more than 3 months, almost 4, her swollen belly with their Maxson child inside. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was under the constant menace of she leaving his side…he would be living the dream.
With his cheek against her warm skin his chest feel light and full with a nice sensation, although his mind was all crossed with negative thoughts, stressed about the horrible and inevitable leaving of Nora…
-Tell me something –he said, in one attempt to use the precious moments they still have together. It was awful to have the constant pressure of his rational side telling him that she will leave, and go away but it was…realistic- a secret you planned to take to your tomb
Nora raise an eyebrow and look down, he was resting there with his hands around her hips.
-Why? –he raised his shoulders.
-Don’t be boring, just chatting –she raised her shoulders too and didn’t give it much importance.
-Well you start
-I ask to you
-Then my I ask why?
-Fine, at the same time?-he felt some movement, he supposed she nodded- I believe I had something to do with the disappearance of Sarah Lyons
-I smoke during the first months my pregnancy
Silence.
Damn, and he was the one thinking he throw a bomb
-Really? Why do you think so? –ask the woman to break the silence.
-There were a lot of interest in taking the Lyons out the power, you must heard the comments around the airport-again, movement, she agrees- I was not directly implied of course
-Never would agree to take part on it –now he nodded.
-No, I would never hurt neither of them but its obvious there was interest in using my lastname to take power, I just had to accept it at that moment
-You were just a child –her arms surround him, an he hide his eyes in her belly- trick you with achievements and promotions for their own purposes, I get it
Again, silence, until the man spoke again.
-I don’t think a smoking in the pregnancy creates a psyco killer –Nora punch him in the head, he laughed- come on
-Another one, now you first –he smiled, she was having a good time, it was silly and simple but she liked it.
-Not a secret, just a thought in the background of my mind, never spoke it outloud since no one could answer it but what happened to the raven cameras from the institute once the place was destroyed? They cant receive orders or give any image to anybody anymore. And they weren’t robots, they were synth birds, so theyll live without a scientist care
-They cant reproduce, so eventually they die, I never head a hunting because birds were difficult to hunt even back then-bullshit, it was because Nora didn’t have any shooting skills- also there’s no really difference between a real raven and a synth one unless you blow their heads- he heard and nodded-my turn: my son was an anthropologist –oh? They were talking about Shaun Shaun?
-That’s a science that study human behavior and history right? –she nodded- accurate considering his origins
-He was no real scientist goddamit –she spit with anger, he could feel her muscles get all tense.
-I mean I would not go that far to say that is not a science but…I get you –he heard her breath out from the nose clearly infuriated.
-One of my regrets is not taking the institute under my lead–her nails crawled in his arms.
-Becoming leader you say? –movement back him, she nodded- why? –okay this was confusing
-Such a waste of useful resources –he chuckled, that aint right.
-Its no use if the people working there is rotten to the core –from what she told him the day to day people, the scientist were okay with kidnapping people actively from the surface like they were animals, it was something so…accepted, even to do extreme punishments over silly things like stealing cigarettes and transforming their own people.
-At least save the facilities, it was impulsive from my part to blow the place –one of his hands started to caress her knee bellow the sheets.
-Its no use to think on that now- she look to another side, and Arthurs head moved back to see at her. Melancholic and annoyed.
-I know
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9/29-30/2023
late night, tonight.
i was out super late after this very bad poetry reading here for some of these creative writing majors. i don't have a lot to say about it, it was bad and the writers make some people close to me miserable because they fail at being kind basically. kind in a real way, the kindness that lets you have some give for meanness when you actually articulate/show effort put towards anyone else, people who are utterly shallow, you know. i believe it must be the case that we all know of people like that essentially.
i didn't get to work on music today really, that's kind of good, tomorrow i will try to write some stuff, i did work on music actually i guess, i wrote a riff, and i'll see where that can take me, or less writing the riff, i wrote some chords to mess with. a fun shape that has a good sound, disso and freaky when inverted.
anyways tonight was good, or like, half good. it's given me a lot to think about, with people who do certain things (like 'ethical' nonmonogamy and if that can exist when the presupposition is monogamy in the first place). i met new people who i like, who are really nice and fun to be around, who got drunk and told me dirt about some old people i knew. or really, one person. that doofus from the noise band, actually. i don't mind saying that. i won't discuss the dirt. it just kind of makes me feel something sad, about people like that, and i guess at large people who in some sense resemble the poets, shallow engagement and deeply troubled ideas of what being an artist means leading to difficult lives, miseries that begin loud and only grow quieter, never actually dissipating.
my gf really wanted to take me to this, the reading and the afterparty, she and a friend really wanted to hear my thoughts on these people because supposedly i'm very funny about that kind of thing, she forgot i guess the bore of the poetry, and the fact that as time goes on, the ruin of these lives is exposed more and more, rich (really i don't actually know, it's the impression i get) developing bad habits and using people, and the drama, while never uninteresting to someone like me (maybe it makes me evil to want to hear), is always sad.
sometimes i am like a child and i just wish everyone could be okay and fine, i'd sometimes light myself on fire to make that possible, but someone i used to be obsessed with told me that me wanting to be jesus or buddha (he said both) so bad wouldn't do anything for anyone except feed how badly i like to see myself hurt. he's right. i guess that's what knowing things does too.
maybe my whole life i'm just going to be hurting myself in new ways.
so i made 3 new friends, or 4, let me count, yeah, 4, i think. and i actually saw 2 friends i knew before tonight, and i was with my one girl friend. so 7 people, i'm gonna see some tomorrow at a gay bar to see a drag show, super exciting stuff. hopefully there won't be any pangs of sadness over the fact we are living in hell sort of.
i guess everybody has really unpleasant fascinations sometimes.
one conversation tonight, one of the new friends told me about her research topic, modern apocalyptic media and its convergence with evangelical christianity, just talking about all that stuff and its evolving state, the dwindling numbers of evangelicals and their panic, her past, and stuff. i liked that. i liked all of tonight, even the sadder parts.
i'm listening to the song theory on sex as an art form, by camera obscura, on repeat. a really great track, it's just so perfect, i love the synth-y punky part especially, but i guess it's also perfect next to a perfect melodic release, this movement that recalls something tumbling downhill, or leaves off petals, while the first part is this total mania.
anyways i am exhausted now, and tomorrow is another day of socializing and stuff.
had an awful thought, or not awful, i dunno. someone posted the song absent friend by bark psychosis, a song that takes me to two specific moments in my life. one was when i'd listen to this song, thinking about the man i loved who would disappear without a word because he was awful, and i'd lay in bed without anyone to talk to, and the second place, is years later, when a friend who loved this record to bits, killed himself, and the song was so pointed, it felt like it said something. the night i found out i walked around and listened to this song.
both times, the lyric "that's the biggest joke of all" took on pretty different meanings. right now it means something else i guess.
the awful thought was about my dead friend rather than the friend who is dead to me. my dead friend, the thought was: the most meaningful thing he'd ever do for himself was kill his own self, that's where all the force of his life would end up, and missing him, and not wanting to forget him and wanting other people to know him, all i am left being able to do is revive the corpse he made of himself and tell others, this is what he did, this is his monument and it's an awful one but it is his. i don't know what else to say about it, i'm staving off the wish to tell a stranger in a server about him because they posted this song, all i can say is i guess, beautiful song, one of the best ever, and they won't know how much i mean that. maybe i mean it less because it means such particular things to me, and rather than thinking it's the best song ever, it's just clusters of memory and feeling forever tied to it. whatever, though, that's fine.
anyways, byebye!!!
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Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙
aaahh bestie this is such a good idea
𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount
summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.
notes: my requests are open, ask away!
for @yourmypurpose
Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.
“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.
“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.
“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.
The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.
The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.
It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.
Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.
“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.
Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.
“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.
“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.
“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”
“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”
“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.
“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.
“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.
Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.
“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”
“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.
“Y/N.”
Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.
“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”
“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.
“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.
The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.
“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.
“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.
You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.
“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.
“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”
It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.
“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.
Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”
“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?
He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:
‘Instagram, do your thing.’
You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.
“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.
“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.
“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?
“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”
“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.
“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.
“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”
“Should I text him?”
“You’d be an idiot not to.”
After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.
Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.
Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?
Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?
Guess so.
Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.
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I Watched Euphoria So You Don’t Have To (Article)
I’m gonna be brutally upfront with you – even before watching a single episode of Euphoria, I did not like the show one bit. Being somewhat active on social media, I’ve seen about a billion posts praising the series since it first aired two and a half years ago, and over time I’ve grown more and more curious about it. But a quick skim of the summary and trailer were enough to spark my disdain. I did not like the show, and no amount of propaganda on social media could change my mind.
However, it just so happened that my friend was a fan, so she had been begging me to watch it for years on end. “Come on, it’s not that bad! You will enjoy it, I promise!” were words I had been hearing constantly, and every single time I would roll my eyes and shake my head as a response. Until one day she (unexpectedly) won me over by telling me that if I was going to keep criticizing it, I had to at least watch it for myself. Or to use her exact words, “To talk shit, you gotta know shit”. And so, I reluctantly pressed play on the first episode…
Euphoria 101
As mentioned in the introduction, given how people on social media would not shut up about it, I already knew about 90% of the story prior to watching Euphoria, and I suppose that if you are on any social platform, you are somewhat familiar with it too. But if you aren’t, here’s a quick rundown.
The story revolves around a group of high school students, and narrates their experiences with love, drugs, search for identity, and the ups and downs of life. The main protagonist is Rue Bennett (Zendaya), a teenage drug addict who just came out of rehab and now has to dive right back into high school drama. The show details her journey toward sobriety, and narrates how her own struggles get tangled with the lives of some of her schoolmates and other town friends. Namely – Jules (Hunter Schafer), Maddy (Alexa Demie), Nate (Jacob Elordi), Cassie (Sydney Sweeney), Kat (Barbie Ferreira), Lexi (Maude Apatow), and Fezco (Angus Cloud). As each character deals with their own dose of trauma, the series explores various types of struggles, such as addiction, sexuality, family drama, turbulent friendships, toxic love affairs… you name it!
Here are my thoughts after watching Euphoria.
The good…
As I want to begin this article on a positive note, let me first go through all the things I enjoyed about Euphoria.
For starters, fans of the show were right - the cinematography and the visual aspect are simply stunning. Featuring impressive camera movements, remarkable cinematic lighting and a gorgeous color palette, the show is the marvelous creation of the cinematographer Marcell Rév. Arguably so, he does a wonderful job with the visuals, especially when it comes to matching the series’ essence and intensity through the filmmaking techniques. Given that the show is based on ‘emotional realism’ (that is, realism centered around emotions), an objective and formal approach to its cinematography would not have been a nice fit. Whereas, the use of contrasting primary colors and whimsical lighting perfectly translate the story’s feel and atmosphere to the viewers.
In fact, the visuals and aesthetics of Euphoria are definitely the best and most memorable elements of the show. From the perfectly coordinated soundtrack, to the lavish outfits and stunning makeup looks, the series is truly a feast for the eyes. And even here, ‘emotional realism’ plays an important part once again, since the clothes are actually there to further emphasize the characters’ emotions, as underlined by costume designer Heidi Bivens to Variety.
The acting is also good, notably in season two if you ask me – Zendaya particularly shines in the last 8 episodes, delivering tear-jerking performances back to back, and showcasing the magnitude of her acting versatility.
The bad…
And now, onto stuff that’s a bit more negative… and a lot more fun!
I won’t lie – I have several issues with Euphoria, but I think most of them ultimately come down to the writing of the show. Now, the baseline of the story is actually very promising and interesting, but its execution is where things begin to fall apart. Sam Levinson (creator, main director and sole writer) frequently appears to get lost in the world of his own creation, leaving a chaotic mess behind himself more often than not.
First of all, the pace of the story is extremely uneven throughout the series. In certain episodes, it seems that a billion things are happening all at once, and all in the blink of an eye. Whereas other times, everything moves so excruciatingly slow it would put the sun to sleep. This imbalance is especially apparent in the second season, where it becomes agonizingly impossible to ignore.
Speaking of which – season two is where shit actually hits the fan in more ways than one. Other than it having more plot holes than Swiss cheese, the way certain characters are treated in the latest season is puzzling to say the least.
Some new protagonists appear completely out of the blue, whereas others (who previously played a core role in the plot) get completely tossed aside like discarded play toys. Kat is the most striking instance – in the first season, she had an interesting (albeit questionable) character arc, as she was exploring her sexuality and coming into her own as a plus-sized woman. In season two, this seems to be almost entirely forgotten, as she gets reduced to a side character with just a few brief scenes, all about her issues with self-worth and the impact of social media on her body image. Although this is a relevant and relatable topic to feature on a teen show, boiling down the only plus-sized character to the “girl who hates her body” trope just feels reductive at best.
Very similar is Jules’ character arc in season two – over the first season and her two special solo episodes, we saw her embarking on a journey of self-discovery, navigating through femininity and the trials of adolescence as a transgender woman. But despite it being a significant and impactful storyline at first, this hardly gets addressed in season two.
Season one felt chaotic but you could sense a pattern (albeit flimsy) in its chaos, whereas season two just feels messy and confused, almost like the writer was making stuff up on the go. If anything, the latest season is a true testament to the fact that Mr. Levinson desperately needs to establish a writers’ room, and have someone remind him what the hell is going on in his own show (since he clearly seems to easily forget).
Another unfortunate roadblock Euphoria has to face is the dialogue. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes the dialogue is okay (maybe even entertaining), but oftentimes it comes off as so awkward and unnatural, it makes me wonder whether Sam Levinson has ever had a conversation with another human being.
And let’s not even discuss all the swearing. I mean, I don’t see the harm in a couple of cuss words here and there, but they appear so often in Euphoria they just seem forced and out of place. If I may quote a friend of mine, “A lot of the dialogue in the show gives ‘middle schoolers who just learned what curse words are, and now insert them in every possible sentence’ energy”, and I really couldn’t have said it better. It just seems like something straight out of a 12-year-old’s Wattpad novel (and that’s not a compliment).
…and the ugly
And now, let’s address the elephant in the room – the blatant oversexualization of teenagers.
Euphoria is known for always flirting with the line between showing uncomfortable truths and romanticizing controversial behaviors, but sometimes they just completely cross it. For instance, the show is habit to depicting its characters – most of whom are high schoolers, i.e. literal children – while engaged in sexual activities, in an overly-graphic and explicit manner. And in all honesty, the fact that the actors are all at least 23 years old is of little consolation since, at the end of the day, the characters they are playing remain teenagers.
Yes, some teenagers have sex – that’s not the problem. The problem is the extent to which sex is shown throughout the series, and always in such choreographed and sensationalized ways.
Not to mention, the oversexualization in Euphoria isn’t confined to the bedrooms – it’s in the way the characters act, dress, and present themselves. Particularly – the female characters, who dress as if they were 25-year-olds on their way to the club, and not 16-year-old kids going to second period.
Moreover, we have the storyline in season one where Kat decides to launch her career as a cam girl, and creates a channel on a PornHub-esque website where she dominates and sexually degrades adult men. The narrative is portrayed as a turning point of sexual liberation for the character, but… is it? I think not, for there’s no such thing as ‘sexual liberation’ when it comes to children – that’s just grooming.
And let’s not even get into how often the series depicts characters engaging in violent sexual activities, or how a major plot point of season one is Jules lying about her age to have sex with adult men… It’s just so unrevocably over the line, it cannot even see the line. To paraphrase Friends – the line is a dot to Euphoria.
This only gets worse when you remember that the writer is a grown man… doesn’t that seem just a little disturbing? Perhaps I’m just a prude, but I think that no matter how you swing it, there’s something deeply sinister about an adult man sitting down and writing multiple explicit sex scenes with underage girls.
The main issue here is that the graphic aspect of the sexualization is not essential to the advancement of the story in any way. One might argue that it’s there for provocation and shock-value, but I think any writer worth their salt would not need to retort to such an escamotage to make their story impactful. Good writing is all you need, but I guess no one gave the memo to Mr. Levinson.
Is it worth a watch?
All in all, Euphoria is not the worst thing I have ever seen. It’s not amazing (that’s for sure), but I could stand to rewatch it if someone held a gun to my head. Is it worth a watch? That’s still up for debate, but there’s one thing I can tell you – if you don’t like it, watching it will not change your mind. Well, at least it didn’t change mine.
On the other hand, I think watching it for myself was ultimately a good decision, as it allowed me to see why so many people love it, and made me realize why I do not. It’s a gorgeous production, with its intoxicating visuals and compelling aesthetics, and it doesn’t have an overly-complicated and hard-to-follow narrative. But once you look beyond its shiny exterior, all you will find are plot holes and moral ambiguity.
That’s why Euphoria is perfectly titled in my opinion – once you come down from the first-impact sweet euphoric high with the gorgeous visuals, all that you’re left with is a numb, underwhelming and uncomfortable show that is bound to leave a sour aftertaste.
#it would mean a lot to me if u read this and if u do i hope u enjoy <33#also this is the pre-editor version so its like my thoughts straight from the oven lol#anwww would love it if someone shared their thoughts w me <3333333#kinda nervous abt this
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the last visual you posted (the pillow riding) paired with spencer humping his hotel pillow while you do that uhhh... yes please?
i felt the urge to write a blurb about this cos i fully had a dream about this!
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While he was away he missed you more than anything. So when your suggested phone sex he jumped at the idea. He wasn’t really sure what to do, but you told him to set up his laptop with his web-cam on, and that you’d do the rest.
So he did, and he waited patiently on his bed for the call, accepting it on the first ring. When he picked up you were sitting in front of the camera in a bra and from what he could tell, not much else.
“Hey baby.” you grin, “Are you in the mood yet or do you want me to get you going first?” you ask, teasing him already, but he just shakes his head.
“I’ve been half-hard all day just thinking about this” he breathes, feeling the strain in his briefs already.
“Well that’s good to hear, how about you show me?” you ask, pointing to the bottom of the frame, so he tilts the camera down a bit, pulling his waistband down until his cock sprang free.
“Fuck, my mouth’s watering already” you moan, “take those off and get on the bed” she instructs him, “You can leave your laptop on the edge of the bed, just make sure I can see all of you? Okay”
“Okay” he says as he strips off and clambers into the centre of the bed, looking towards the screen and finding you’d done the exact same thing.
“You know what I like too do when you’re gone?” you hum, taking a pillow from the head of the bed and placing it in front of you.
“What?” he asks with a shaky breath, his cock leaking already from the anticipation alone.
“I get myself nice and wet, sometimes I think about how good you feel on top of me, but other times I like to think about how fucking amazing it feels to ride you.” you say in a sultry voice, moving to straddle the pillow, holding it between your legs.
“And if I can’t ride you, well, then I just have to ride something else” you moan as you finally grind down against the pillow, feeling the relief of the friction as it brushes against your swollen clit.
“Fuck” Spencer moans on the other side of the camera, savoring your movements, the way your hips swivel with such practiced perfection, and the way your hands graze over your own bare skin.
“Try it yourself baby” you moan and he doesn’t think twice before grabbing one of the pillows from the head of the bed.
He can’t do it exactly like you, but he finds a way to grind against it if he lays down rather than kneels on the bed. All the while making sure he can still see you as you begin to unravel.
It takes a little time to get into a steady rhythm, but eventually he’s grinding against the hotel pillow, dry humping it as though it was you beneath him. The sounds of your moans coming through the computer only adding to the fantasy as he grew closer and closer.
“Fuck- ah! Spence! I’m so close” you whimper, you hips grinding against the same soaked spot on the pillow case, your thighs growing weaker by the second.
“Ugh, feels so good” he groans, “Cum for me, I wanna hear your pretty little moans”
Then you’re grinding down in that same spot with such intensity that your legs all but buckle beneath you as you cum, collapsing down on the bedspread in heap. Until you remember Spencer, turning you eyes to the screen and seeing the way his own hips grind against the pillow beneath him. Watching the rhythmic way his ass moves and remembering just how good it feels to be with him.
“That’s it baby, are you close?” you ask, and he groans
“I’m- uh! I’m gonna-” he gaps as he starts to moan, his hips shaking and his body collapsing as he cums all over the pillowcase and his own stomach. But he doesn’t even care, he’d pay for the dry-cleaning of the whole damn floor if it meant he could do that again.
#Spencer Reid smut#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid imagine#Spencer Reid x you#spencer reid blurb#blurb#blurbs#imagine#anon#answered
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for the 300 follower event, could you do prompt 30 with either daichi, tsukki, or ennoshita? preferably a sub reader and kind of showing the reader off to their friends??
300 Follower Event
Ennoshita Chikara
Prompt 30: “Let me show you how to do it.”
this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.
non-canonical timeskip.
word count: 1.3k
content warning: established relationship, fem!reader (he refers to you as his girlfriend), open relationship, dom!ennoshita, switch!reader, kinda sub tanaka? phone sex, teasing, praise kink, fingering
also featuring: tanaka (no, i am not sorry. this was fun.)
i swear to god y’all are trying to kill me.
Ennoshita was always a little too kind hearted for his own good. Yes, he could be harsh, but when someone asked to borrow something that was his, he couldn’t help but let them.
So when Tanaka was horny posting at 3 am, he was more than happy to let you FaceTime the man and offer him some relief.
“You sure this is okay?” Tanaka asked. You resisted the urge to look over at Ennoshita, who was lounging on his desk chair scrolling through his phone.
“You really gonna ask that now?” you laughed. “What I say goes.” Tanaka’s head tipped back and he groaned.
“Fuck. I like when you talk like that.”
“Yeah? Show me.”
His face screwed up into a wince as he fucked into his fist faster.
“There you go,” you said. “See how fun it is when you do what you’re told?”
“Shit,” he groaned as his head tipped forward. “I wish I could touch you.”
Ennoshita scoffed, making you smile before clapping your free hand over your mouth.
“What the hell was that?” Tanaka said, hand slowing.
Ennoshita stood and approached you, not bothering to lift his gaze from his phone as he leaned into the camera frame.
“Hey,” he said. Tanaka let out a shocked sound as you hid your face in embarrassed laughter.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tanaka yelled.
“You didn’t think I’d let her play unsupervised, did you?”
“Fuck, Ennoshita. That’s messed up.”
“Is it? You’re the one jacking off to my girlfriend.”
Tanaka was silent and Ennoshita laughed. He gestured for you to scoot over and adjusted the camera. He settled behind you with you between his legs.
“You wanted to touch her,” he said, offering his fingers to you. You took them into your mouth and swirled your tongue around. Tanaka inhaled sharply as Ennoshita pulled them out and brought them down between your legs. “Let me show you how to do it.”
He began circling your clit quickly, making you gasp and grab his leg. You could feel him smile against your ear.
“Keep your legs open, love. I want him to be able to see everything.” You nodded hurriedly and laid your head back on Ennoshita’s shoulder. He laughed. “God, are you already close? Did he turn you on that much?”
You couldn’t respond. His hand felt so much better than your own, strong and sure and somehow always aware of where to touch you.
“Why’d you stop touching yourself, Tanaka? Isn’t this what you wanted? Look how fucked out she is because of you.” You glanced at the screen and Tanaka looked stunned. He had stopped his movements, but he didn’t look any less turned on. “Don’t you want to watch him, darling?” Ennoshita mumbled in your ear. “Why don’t you ask nicely?”
“Tanaka,” you breathed. His eyes widened. “Please.”
Ennoshita stopped moving his hand and you whined.
“Please what? Be specific.”
“Please show me. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Ennoshita smiled against your hair and slid two fingers inside of you. You swore and squeezed your eyes shut.
“Good girl,” he said. “You heard her, Tanaka.”
Tanaka took a deep breath and readjusted his camera so you could see him. He hesitated, then began slowly pumping his cock and staring at the screen.
“Fuck, you look good,” he said. You shot him a lazy smile.
Ennoshita curled his fingers and drove them into you faster. You let out a surprised gasp and grabbed his bicep. He didn’t let up on the pace, instead choosing to grab your arm and shift it behind your back.
“You close, love?” he asked. You nodded, fist tightening behind you. “Good girl. What do you think, Tanaka? Should we let her come?”
Tanaka looked completely fucked out and stopped for a moment, considering the question.
“Not yet,” he said. Ennoshita withdrew his fingers and you let out a pathetic noise.
“Oh, hush,” he teased. “It’s not polite to come first when we have a guest.”
You slapped his leg lightly and he laughed. You could feel the pressure of his cock behind you and, thankfully he seemed to be pulling down his waistband.
“Well, Tanaka. Want to see how well she takes it?” he asked. Tanaka’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head as Ennoshita lifted your hips up and laid back.
“Show him how you fuck yourself, darling. Come on.” You hesitated, hovering in Ennoshita’s lap. You were still facing the camera and felt both men’s eyes on you, but you had just been so close. You needed to see it through.
You lined Ennoshita up with your entrance and sunk down, barely muffling a moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, running a hand over your hip. “I’ve got you. Just show Tanaka how good you are.” You nodded and circled your hips, forcing a sharp breath from Ennoshita. You tried to establish a pace that your shaky legs could keep up with, but it didn’t take long for you to realize it wouldn’t be enough. You had been so close, and now you were inching toward the edge again, not quite able to tip over.
“Chikara,” you breathed.
“What do you need, love?” He caressed your legs.
“I need more. Please.” Your face burned as you said it. He would help you. He knew how to get you there. He chuckled.
“That desperate, huh? What do you think, Tanaka? Does she deserve more?”
Tanaka’s face was screwed up in a blissed-out expression that would have made you smile if you weren’t so desperate for him to hurry up and answer.
“Just fuck her, Ennoshita. She asked nicely.”
In that moment Tanaka became one of your favorite people. Ennoshita laughed again and began readjusting himself on the bed.
“Fine by me. Sit up, love,” he said. He shifted so he was laying sideways and pulled you down to his chest. “There you go. You okay?”
You nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips. You could feel him smile as he lined himself up and pushed inside of you. You moaned lightly into his mouth. He rocked you in his lap a few times, drawing long, steady sighs from you before pressing his face into your hair.
“Don’t hide your face,” he whispered. “I want him to be able to hear you.” You nodded again and he braced his feet against the bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around you and snapped his hips up. You let out an embarrassingly loud noise and had to hold yourself up with an elbow.
“There you go. Good girl.” Ennoshita’s breathing was unsteady as he fucked up into you, drawing sound after sound out of your throat. You had been so close that he was able to push you toward the edge easily. You could hear lewd wet sounds and Tanaka’s groaning from your phone speaker and it was fucking with your head.
“Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to gasp. You could feel Ennoshita smile.
“Hear that, Tanaka? Want to see how pretty she looks when she comes?”
Tanaka swore and told him to fuck off. Ennoshita laughed and fucked into you faster.
“Show him how good you are,” he muttered. “Come on. You can do it love.”
You buried your face into his neck and let out a long moan before your body tensed. You swore and held him tight to you, eyes squeezing shut and brain fogging over. You could distantly hear Tanaka swearing and letting out a groan, and Ennoshita chucked as he fucked you through your orgasm, only slowing when your moans became whimpered gasps.
“Good girl,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out of you. He wasn’t done himself, but he didn’t seem to care.
“How was that?” he asked, gently shifting you onto the bed as he sat up.
“Jesus,” Tanaka gasped. Ennoshita chuckled.
“I take it you had a good time. If she’s willing to do that again you’re welcome to it.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why not?” He leaned forward towards the phone. “Just remember who really made her come, Tanaka. At the end of the day, she’s mine.”
“Wai—”
Ennoshita ended the call and turned back around.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
#another day another STILL WORKING ON THE 300 EVENT#i had to rewrite the smut in this twice because tumblr hates me so please enjoy#meg’s 300 follower event :)#ennoshita smut#ennoshita x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#tanaka smut#hq smut#hq x reader
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First Meetings - Dream Team 1/3
this is a short 1k word fic of @possiblyaperson3 's Strangers On The Internet AU. I uhhh put a lot of my own headcanons into this so take it with a grain of salt :P I royally screwed up the timeline you've established but I just couldn't get this scene out of my head and had to write it from Sapnap's POV. Love your AU, live for every post, your AUs are amazing 💙 There will be a part 2, I wanted to include George but figured this was a good pausing point and I wanted to share it asap 😭
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
tw; fearplay, mentions of digestion and hard vore (no details), almost becomes vore at the end but not quite
TW VORE
Sapnap was no stranger to eating humans. Compared to George, he had a lot of human characteristics on him. They were like junk food to him, something to snack on while he does something else. Lately, though, there had been a widespread no-human diet that was trending and Sapnap was giving it a try.
He watched as the tips of his fingers and the points of his ears turned from a nice tanned color to a dark charcoal over the course of a few weeks. He made sure to keep an eye on his teeth, not wanting to lose the sharpness he so loved, and thankfully they never grew dull. However, his gums and tongue did turn an alarming shade of orange and he was pretty sure his throat glowed?! The sight of it was almost enough to make him quit this diet and eat as many humans as it would take to return him to normal.
Amazon advertising was not helping his cravings whatsoever. He went onto that site to look for a new camera after his had kicked the bucket and was bombarded with exclusive deals on new flavors of humans. He had to snort at that. Surely it wasn't possible. He never saw anyone coming out with new flavors of elephant jerky. There were only so many ways you could spice meat, and these ads said there were no spices involved, so excuse him for being skeptical.
If it wasn't for George's fear of humans, he would have cracked a week into this dumb diet. In a moment of weakness, he ordered a bucket of live ones and George answered the door. Sapnap's only warning was a high-pitched scream that came from the kitchen before George ran in and told him off for ordering such gross food. "I thought you were on a diet!! Why did you order live ones?! Sapnap, what if one of them escapes and we have an infestation?!"
The younger giant promised not to order them again without at least warning the poor guy. Not his brightest moment, and George made him give them to their neighbor. A good $30 wasted…
Sapnap discovered that other foods just didn't have the same taste as humans, though the non-human substitutes came pretty close. It just left him wanting at the end of the meal. He figured it must be instinct. Still, he stuck to his diet.
After one particularly frustrating stream with Dream and George, he offhandedly mentioned his diet and how long it's been going. He made sure to put extra agony into his voice to get pity points from viewers and make Dream and George laugh. It definitely worked. Dream congratulated him on going for so long, sounding oddly relieved. It was nice to hear. George was proud of him too. Dream even mentioned the possibility of them meeting in person sometime soon, much to both of their excitement.
Even though the game they'd been playing turned out pretty shit, Sapnap could still feel good knowing Dream was finally trusting them enough to meet up with them. He looked over at Discord and noticed a dm from Wilbur. Odd… They didn't talk much outside of planning things for the SMP.
Wilbur: saw you were struggling with your diet.
sapnap: yeah, it's been bumming me out a bit but it's fine. i didn't really care for the taste and george has a fear of humans so i've promised i wouldn't order them.
Wilbur: have you ever had live humans?? they're so much better for you and they're a lot tastier fresh than cooked. less preservatives.
sapnap: i did once, but that was years ago. i was gonna try them again but george caught me lmao
Wilbur: have you ever had a wild human?
sapnap: no, aren't they rare? what about diseases?
Wilbur: According to statistics, there's a 60% chance of every household having one human living in its walls. and no, they're not dangerous to eat otherwise i would have died by now lol
sapnap: are you trying to get me to look for a wild human in our apartment?
Wilbur: perhaps. i just want to know what you think after not eating humans for so long. i won't tell anyone you broke your diet.
sapnap: alright, i'll bite. i'll look to see if we even have one around here.
Wilbur: let me know what you think!
Sapnap signed off of Discord and shook his head with a smile. Wilbur sure was a weird one. He couldn't believe he even agreed to that. The giant got up and walked to the kitchen to grab a drink and maybe a snack. Thoughts of eating a live human wandered through his mind as he filled up his cup with water. He scoffed at the thought of one living in their house. He thought they would notice if one was.
A flicker of movement to his left was caught out of the corner of his eye and his hand moved before he could process what he was doing. Sapnap blinked in surprise as his fingers wrapped around the small torso of a human. They let out a yelp as they were brought up to eye level so he could get a better look at them.
They looked like a dude, blonde hair, pale green eyes, maybe freckles if Sapnap squints. Their face was frozen in sudden terror as they made eye contact with their captor. Gosh, they smelled amazing. Sapnap's mouth was watering at the scent of cinnamon. He looked over his shoulder and listened for George as the human struggled in his grip. No one would know… right?
His stomach growled and his instincts urged him to eat the tasty morsel in his hand. Maybe just a taste, just a little taste to help him decide for sure. He brought the human closer and opened his mouth, giving them a lazy lick and humming at the taste. It’d been so long… His pupils narrowed to slits and he opened his mouth to toss the human in.
Said human started struggling in earnest, pushing against his hand and hyperventilating. Just before their fate was sealed, they found their voice and let out as loud a yell as they could manage. “NOOOOO!! SAPNAP, STOP STOP! DON’T EAT ME!”
The familiarity of the voice hit Sapnap like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head. He immediately shut his mouth with a harsh click and stared with eyes the size of dinner plates at the human in his hand whom he now recognized as his friend. “DREAM?!”
#strangers on the internet au#mcyt gt#mcyt g/t#dream smp g/t#dark#horror#gore#tw vore#idk i found it kind of funny#just wait until part 2#i want hijinks#and i will have hijinks#my posts#dead dove do not eat#*sniffs* i've made a fic before i've even drawn a pfp#:(#well at least i'm proud of the fic#hope you like it <3#tempted to put it on ao3 too#random writings#random vore#g/t
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Hi! I was just watching good omens and I came up with some questions, but I didn't know whom to ask, so I was digging around for go analysis blogs and found you. *takes a breath* So, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on why Heaven's camera angles are the way they are. I noticed that, in heaven, the camera tends to focus on the characters' heads specifically, so they fill most of the screen. Either it's a meta reason or a reference to something (like Newt with the Office) that I'm not getting. That's the main thing, but I've also wondered why exactly Aziraphale uses the verb "fraternize" in the 19th century. It seemed an odd pivot from caring about Crowley's safety to Heaven's rules. Thanks so much!
Hello! Omg yes, let's talk Good Omens cinematography.
First, the obligatory Analysis Disclaimer: I doubt there's a specific interpretation that you're just not getting, some singular, "correct" reading of the scene(s). Two years past release, I'm positive the fandom as a whole has come up with plenty of ideas (I mostly hang on the periphery. I'm far from up to date with GO meta), but any and all of it will, by nature, be subjective. Thus, all I can offer is my own, personal interpretation.
So for me? It's about intimacy.
Not intimacy in the sense of friendship, but rather the broad idea of closeness. Confidentiality. Emotion. Knowledge. Understanding by means of literally getting into the thick of these conversations. I love the camerawork in Heaven (and elsewhere) because the camera itself acts like a person — an additional party to these interactions. And, since we're the ones watching this show via the camera, it makes it feel as if we're peeking into scenes that are otherwise private. Obviously all cinematography does this to a certain extent, the camera is always watching someone or something without acknowledging that we're doing the watching (outside of documentary-esque filmmaking), but GO uses angles and closeups to mimic another person observing these scenes, someone other than the characters involved.
The easiest example I can give here is when Michael makes their call to Ligur. Here, the camera is positioned up on the next landing of the staircase, as if we're sneaking a look down at this otherwise secret call. There's even a moment when the camera pans to the right to look at them through the gap in the railing, briefly obscuring Michael from our view.
Here, a standard expectation of any scene — keep your character in focus — is done away with to instead mimic the movements of someone actually hiding in the stairwell, listening in on the conversation. It creates that feeling of intimacy, as if we're really there with Michael, not just watching Michael through a screen. The camerawork acts like a person overhearing an illicit conversation prior to falling back on mid/closeup shots. We're spying on them.
To give a non-Heaven example, the camera helps us connect with Aziraphale during Gabriel's jogging scene. It's hard to show through screenshots, but if you re-watch you'll see that the camera initially keeps them both in the frame with full body shots, allowing us to compare things like Gabriel's unadorned gray workout clothes with Aziraphale's more stylish outfit; one's good jogging form and the other's awkward shuffle. However, this distance also creates the sense that we're jogging with them, we're keeping pace.
That is, until Aziraphale begins to lag. Then the camera lags too, giving them both the chance to catch up, so to speak.
Until, finally, Aziraphale has to stop completely and the camera, of course, stops with him. We're emotionally attuned to Aziraphale, not Gabriel, and the camerawork reflects that. Even more-so when we cut to a low shot of Gabriel's annoyed huff at having to stop at all, making him appear larger and more imposing. Because to Aziraphale, he is.
This work carries over into Heaven's other scenes. The closeups are pretty much a given since, whether it's Gabriel realizing Aziraphale has been "fraternizing" with Crowley (more on that below!), or Aziraphale choosing to go back to Earth, the scenes in Heaven are incredibly important to the narrative. Closeups allow the viewer to get a good read on each character's emotional state — focusing on minute facial changes as opposed to overall body language — and that fly-on-the-wall feeling is increased as we literally get an up close and personal look at these pivotal moments.
Compare a shot like this one of Gabriel to the line of angels ready for battle. We don't get closeups on any of their faces because their emotions aren't important. Yes, that's in part because they're background characters, not main characters, but a lack of emotion — their willingness to enter this war without question — is also the point of their presence in this scene. So they remain a semi-identical, nearly faceless mass that runs off into infinity down that hallway, not any individual whose inner life we get a peek at via a closeup.
I particularly like Aziraphale's conversation with the angel... general? Idk what to call this guy. He's just gonna be Mustache Angel. But, getting back on track, his scene has a lot of over the shoulder shots which, admittedly, are pretty common. From a practical perspective they're used to help the audience situate both characters in the scene — you're here, you're there, this is how you're spaced during this conversation — but it can also help emphasize that closeness between them. Keeping both characters in the shot connects them and though Aziraphale and Mustache Angel definitely aren't on the same page here, those shots help cue us in to the unwanted intimacy of this moment. They're both angels... even though Aziraphale no longer aligns himself with them. They're both soldiers in a war... but Aziraphale will not fight. This angel has a list of Aziraphale's secrets, including that he once had a flaming sword and lost it... but Aziraphale doesn't want to admit those circumstances to him. This angel wouldn't understand, even if he did. Intimacy here, connection and closeness, is something discomforting because Aziraphale can no longer embrace those similarities. They put him (and us) out of sorts, so when we get them both in frame, that connection creates tension, not relief.
And many of those over the shoulder shots are given sharp angels, or the camera is placed too close to the "off screen" party. Compare a shot like Luke and Rey to Aziraphale and Mustache Angel. Here, Luke is a clean, solid line on the left side of the screen, just enough there to cue us in to where he is in relationship to Ray, In contrast, Mustache Angel's mustache is Too Close and proves rather distracting. Rey and Luke are connecting here over being Jedi with responsibilities to uphold (or at least, Luke will acknowledge that connection later lol); Mustache Angel is forcing a connection with Aziraphale that makes everyone uncomfortable.
We are too close to him here. He feels too close to Aziraphale too. This whole conversation is upsetting and discomforting, pushing Aziraphale to finally choose which side he's on (his own with Crowley). The shots aren't meant to subtly keep the audience from getting lost and then otherwise be unobtrusive, we're supposed to be Very Aware of this angel's body and how close he's getting to the character we've come to identify with — both literally (he's leaning in) and in terms of forcing Aziraphale to finally make his choice.
When Mustache Angel marches forward and gets all up in Aziraphale's face, the camera positions itself behind Aziraphale in a way that makes it feel like we're hiding behind him, with Aziraphale taking up far more of the screen than Luke does. Like the scene with Michael or running with Gabriel, the camera often likes to mimic a "realistic" response to these events. This angry, shouty angel is getting closer, best take a step back and stay out of sight behind Aziraphale, holding his ground.
These closeups also serve as a nice contrast to the wide and longshots we get of Heaven. It's an imposing place with skyscrapers in the distance, lots of steel, immaculate floors, and endless white. It's overwhelming and it's cold. But then we cut to those mid-shots of Gabriel and Michael, telling us that they're in control of it all.
Aziraphale? Aziraphale is not in control. Not now, anyway. When he appears in Heaven we get a longshot to show off this endless void and he's just another, tiny speck in it. If he weren't flailing around — an acting move that likewise helps sell how out of his depth he is — it's unlikely you'd even notice him. Aziraphale's clothing and hair blends in perfectly with the background. He's forgettable. Easily overlooked. Someone to underestimate. And when he moves, he has to come to the camera. We don't cut to Aziraphale to establish control like we do with Gabriel. He's left to awkwardly shuffle up to Mustache Angel until he's finally come into view.
Yet when Aziraphale makes his decision, he aligns himself with the brightest, most colorful, most interesting thing in the room: Earth. Earth, with all its messy individuality, is the antithesis to Heaven's controlled uniformity and a bright blue orb hanging in the midst of all this white helps remind us of that. Aziraphale rejects becoming one of the identical soldiers and instead literally reaches out for the one thing in Heaven that doesn't fit in.
When he leaves, we get an extreme closeup for the first time. Mustache Angel is pissed and as such we not only get a good look at his face in the aftermath of Aziraphale's choice, but that extreme closeup on his mouth as he's shouting too. It's like he's shouting directly at us, the viewer who is currently cheering on Aziraphale's decision. There's a war, dammit... but we don't care. Not in the way he cares, anyway.
So there's a lot! And I could probably go on, but apparently I'm only allowed to add 10 images per post now (tumblr what the actual fuck if anyone knows a way around this please share!) and I've already had to merge a bunch of images like an animal. So let's awkwardly finish up with the duck pond scene.
...without a GIF because they apparently count as images too 🙃
Simply put, I don't think Aziraphale bringing up fraternizing is a pivot from one to the other — from caring about Crowley to caring about Heaven's rules. I mean yes, Aziraphale is lagging behind Crowley in terms of rebellion and a part of him is, at this point, absolutely concerned with how he'll come across to the higherups, but that worry doesn't stem solely from a (now very shaky) desire to obey for the sake of obeying. The thing is, Aziraphale's disobedience is, by default, also Crowley's disobedience. If they're friends and they're ever found out, they'll both get in trouble. Which, we know from the end of Season One, basically means being wiped from existence. That's horrifying! And it's a horror that threatens them both. I don't think Aziraphale cares about rules for the sake of rules; after all, he started off by giving away his sword, lying to God, is currently meeting with Crowley anyway... this angel has always ignored/bent the rules — established and implied — that don't suit him. Rather, he cares about the rules if he thinks they have a chance of being enforced. If there will be consequences for breaking and bending them. This is still about caring for Crowley (as well as saving his own, angelic skin). If they're found out, Crowley dies. And, as we the viewer learn, Heaven was indeed observing them that whole time. There was always legitimate risk attached to this relationship. Aziraphale's fear, hesitance, and at times forceful pleas to stop this stem as much from Aziraphale worrying about Crowley's safety as they do a learned instinct to obey the rules without question. He pushes to end the relationship because the relationship threatens the only thing Aziraphale cares about more than that: Crowley himself.
As for the term "fraternizing," that's a loaded one! I won't go into a whole history lesson here, but suffice to say it has military roots: to sympathize as brothers with an opponent. That is literally what Crowley and Aziraphale are doing. They are an angel and a demon, supposedly innate enemies, supposedly poised for an inevitable war... yet they've formed an incredibly strong kinship. They've both learned to love their enemy, the thing every army fears because, well, then your army won't fight (just as Aziraphale won't). However, beyond the enemy implications, "to fraternize" eventually took on a sexual meaning: to not merely love as a brother, but to lay with the enemy too, usually women from enemy countries (because, you know, heteronormativity). Nowadays, "to fraternize" often implies a sexual component. I've been rewatching The Good Wife lately and in one subplot, the State's Attorney cracks down on fraternization in his office. He doesn't mean his employees are forming bonds with assumed enemies, he means his employees are having sex on his office couch. So Aziraphale's phrasing here carries a LOT of weight. He's both reminding Crowley of their stations in the world — you are a demon, I am an angel, us meeting like this can have formal, irrevocable consequences for us both — as well as, given the fact that this is a love story, drawing attention to the depth of this relationship. They love one another, as more than just friends. Though whether Crowley's scathing "Fraternizing?" is a response to Aziraphale falling back on the technicalities of their positions, or acknowledging a love he's yet to overtly admit and commit to — or both! — is definitely up for debate.
#Good Omens#Ineffable Husbands#Air Conditioning#mymetas#whew#long post!#with too few images imo#with this done I'm gonna steam#about tumblr's absurd limitations#how's a girl supposed to do meta on this website anyway
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some days
pairing: post-timeskip! oikawa tooru x fem!reader
genre: angst
wc: 2.4k
warnings: cursing, stress, anxiety, homesickness, insecurity
requested by @dasighosamu <3: “oikawa video chatting regularly with his girlfriend that somehow convinced him they’re okay [...]”
a/n: i.. am.. so so so sorry this took so long... many of the negative feelings here are taken from my own personal experiences as well, so i’m very sorry if this seems a bit impersonal for some people, but i tried to make it feel as y/n-able as possible! enjoy!
special thanks to nat @natszoo for beta reading! love u :(
LISTEN TO: blue - taeyeon; through the night - iu
you feel it in your bones. you feel it rumble and twist and turn. some days you feel it more. some days you feel it less. you know what it is today.
it’s so empty, you think, movements like a crack of sound in silence. you had woken up in the afternoon today, the room still dark yet covers already warm. oh, you feel disgusting.
the least you do is open the curtains, hoping to squeeze in some sunlight for the day you had almost missed. you remember, though, to wake up for today, because it’s saturday. you look forward to saturdays, actually, because it has in store one constant that you hold onto - facetiming your boyfriend, oikawa tooru, at 7pm.
it used to be everyday that you facetimed him, until careers advanced and work took up more and more space in lives. still, you would always watch his matches when they were televised (it was a hassle sometimes, though, to get through to argentinian television channels, but it was worth it) and he would text you good morning and goodnight in your timezone most days (it slips his mind sometimes, but you could never blame him; you like the texts anyways). and it’s okay, really, it’s okay that you don’t get to see him that often. it’s just that work gets a bit harsh sometimes and you live alone and most of your friends live quite a bit far from you and you feel like you’ve cried to them about tooru way too many times and-
okay, you are not okay. but you hold on. you try to hold on.
you get yourself an instant meal in the fridge, feeling well into the shitty weekend when you see the stack of dirty dishes in the sink. you wash them anyways, thinking that it might be a way for you to feel a little bit better. you don’t want to be irritable when you’re with tooru, because then he’ll just worry. he already worries enough about himself - the least you could do is smile. right?
it’s what you tell yourself as you slap on some skincare, hoping that the various products containing tea tree essence and papaya are enough to mask the layer of sleepless nights and early mornings on your face. it’s not like you’re afraid of him seeing you in your dejected state; it’s more like you wouldn’t want the only time you spend with him this week be a negative memory.
now, you settle on the carpeted floor of the living room, laptop placed on the coffee table between the couch and the tv you never really use anymore. you remember when tooru had bought you this apartment right before an off-season with promises of him visiting in the summer. he even insisted on that nice tv screen for netflix nights.
but alone, you prefer a laptop; so you’re thinking of selling it, yet you don’t want to pass up on the chance that tooru might come back one summer.
eventually, the facetime on your laptop sounds its ringtone, and a smile grows on your face as quickly as you pick up the video call.
"wait- can- can you hear me well?”
you purse your lips, your tired eyes seemingly so much more eager to stay open. you say, “yeah, i can hear you well. can you?”
he hums, and there’s a loving silence that ensues. you don’t really know what to do with your insides feeling all warm again, so you fold your legs to your chest and let out a light laugh. it’s him.
“wow,” you mumble through chuckles, “hi, tooru.”
“i missed you, pretty girl,” he coos. you see how tooru has his back against his headboard, one arm folded behind his head and the other holding his phone up. it’s seven in the morning there, you reckon, and he looks like he’d just showered.
“i missed you too. just showered?”
your boyfriend nods, “woke up later than usual today, but it’s, like, hot outside even at six in the morning. or maybe i just sweat too much.”
you giggle, “here, it’s so cold already. i can’t even go anywhere without a sweater - i even sleep with socks these days.”
“are you sure your heater’s doing fine?”
“my heater’s almost on its highest setting. i’ve just been getting so cold lately? maybe i just hate winter...” you trail off as you hear your own stomach grumble. still hungry...? you mutter to yourself, standing up to get a little snack for yourself, “tooru, i’m getting a snack. just keep talking, though, i can hear you.”
tooru’s smile falters a bit when he hears of you getting cold. he knows you’ve never really minded winter, using the season as an opportunity to stack up on cozy clothing and coats. hell, he had heard you say once, during one autumn, that you were so excited for winter because “you could finally wear the hoodies and sweaters since you felt too warm for them even during autumn and spring.” back then, tooru had told you that you were just too warm of a person.
but maybe he’s just thinking too much into it. he hasn’t been to japan in a long time, anyways. maybe it really is that cold.
you come back with some toast and a glass of water. a crisp, warm bite into the food makes you feel relieved. you tuck your hair behind your ears, putting your focus back on tooru. “so, how’s everything?”
“everything... is... a lot.” tooru makes his way off of the bed, telling you, “seeing you eat just makes me hungry, too. lemme get some food.” he brings his phone with him to the kitchen, propping it against a vase on his dining table, giving you a perfect view of the kitchen.
“welcome to my cooking show!” he exclaims as he lets go of the phone. it falls immediately, of course, but he takes care in propping it against some more items. it works somehow.
“i just recently perfected my egg poaching technique,” tooru smirks as he takes two eggs from the fridge, “it’s kind of flawless, not gonna lie.”
“can i see?”
he sets the eggs down on the countertop, making his way to his phone before pausing, “erm, due to camera placement issues and a shortage of hands, i am unable to give you a full view of my absolute skill. is that okay, baby?”
you nod, your lip protruding slightly in a quiet pout. tooru’s pointed it out before, but it seems like every time he calls you baby your body automatically responds with a little pout. he looks at you with calm eyes, “cute.”
as he makes his eggs, you let him go on about the people around his neighbourhood, the results of the ca san juan tryouts from last week, his new team members, and one restaurant he’s found around town. he tells you, “their food is just so good. i’ll take you there someday.”
your cheeks raise slightly at his last statement, “really? tell me more about it.”
“well, it’s a bit expensive, but so worth it. they sell japanese stuff, actually, and i seriously kid you not, it tastes exactly like food from home.”
home, huh?
“maybe when i visit one day i can bring you some food from home, too.”
somehow, the mention of home stings a little bit tonight.
it’s an off-day, off-night, off-week, you’ve told yourself, and now that the week is ending with a call from your boyfriend, you were positive that it was going to end on a high. here, you stand corrected, with your throat getting all tied up threatening hot tears from the corners of your eyes. you’ve made it this far in the week, why must you cry in front of tooru, of all people?
you take a long gulp from your glass of water in an attempt to blink back your tears. you’re glad that tooru’s back is facing the camera as he takes out a plate to put his eggs on.
you quiet down intensely, afraid that any word out of your mouth will come out as a choked sob. of course, tooru notices, whipping his head around with a faltering smile.
“y/n, are you alright-”
“um, tooru, i think my laptop’s running out of battery, so i’ll reconnect the call from my phone instead, yeah?”
tooru nods, and you hastily stand up, clicking blindly at what you thought was the red hang-up button. your legs carry you to the kitchen, a place where tooru can still hear you even after the both of you thought you had hung up, to get another glass of water.
but your arms don’t go so far as to reach for the tap, and instead, they only hold onto the edge of the countertop, trembling lightly against the cold marble.
“shit,” you curse, head hanging as tears flow down your cheeks in warm waterfalls with your breath unsteady, your neck heating up. you see how some teardrops make little puddles on the shiny countertop, and some are swept away when your hand flies over to rid them, swiping in quick motions, angry that your body betrayed you by crying.
“stop crying, goddamnit.” you mutter, “it’s going to be so obvious, and tooru’s just going to worry, and he’ll just find it a hassle to stay with you, and-” you can’t even continue your spoken train of thought when you choke on your own words, your legs not even enough to support you up.
“what a shitty week...” you slide down to the floor, trying to steady your breath. you tell yourself to hurry up with this damned cry, as you told him you were going to call him again on your phone. maybe you could say it was the wifi.
you look up, wondering why, why do i feel like this?
is it because you just miss him? is work just getting hectic? should you be going out more? but it’s cold... nothing’s been working out lately. it’s just become doubts on top of doubts and you don’t know where to stop.
on the other hand, tooru’s freezing up. he can still hear your sniffles from afar, and as he stares at the warm plate of poached eggs on toast, he wonders if it would be okay to call out to you.
it’s not like this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry, because you two have seen each other in more ways than one. still, tooru feels his heart crumble at the fact that he had had absolutely no clue as to what you had been feeling all this time, whether it be just a week, a few days, or a few hours. he wants to call out to you, hug you tight, wipe your tears, do something to make you feel better.
but tooru doesn’t really know how to make his way through this, seeing as the distance is too far for any physical comfort. he’s learned he’s not as good with comforting words as he is with flirting, but now that he doesn’t flirt with anyone other than you, he doesn’t know if he even is good with words at all. he thinks, if you were to be okay with him reaching out to you, why were you choking back your tears? why were you so quick to hide what you felt? why do you not want him to worry about you the same way you worry about him?
tooru likes to think things through, especially when he’s never felt so unprepared with you before, as he’d been used to resorting to physical comfort in the past. but in this moment, through all the doubts and negative thoughts, his mouth moves faster than his brain.
“y/n, i’m still here.”
in this moment, your breath hitches and you make the dreaded way back to your laptop, your eyes swollen and cheeks glossy.
“y-you heard everything?”
your boyfriend nods, “do... do you want to talk about it?”
you shrug, swallowing slowly. “i don’t know how to talk about it, really,” a shallow laugh falls from your lips, “some days- this week- it’s just not... it’s been low, for me.”
tooru’s chin leans patiently against his forearms, eyes focused on you.
“oh god. i haven’t cried in months,” you exhale, “and it just happened to be in front of you. i probably look ugly, or something.”
your boyfriend shakes his head, “you and ugly are words that simply do not go together.”
“you can keep crying, if you want. i’ll be here for you.” he affirms, “we take care of each other at our lows, remember? no matter the distance.”
you sniffle a bit more, your sweater sleeve damp from your tears. his words are new, but it makes you feel much less alone.
the call fades into you attempting to steady your breathing once more, and tooru reassuring you left and right. maybe it does feel nice, you begin to think, to have someone there with you. to know that they’ll care for you as much as you’ll care for them.
in the midst of your thoughts, tooru calls out, “y/n?”
you hum in response, and he continues, “i wasn’t supposed to tell you this, since it’s not final, but there’s a possibility that i’ve been selected to play for the argentinian national team in the olympics next year. in tokyo.”
you do a double take at him. “wait, you... in japan...?”
he loves seeing you smile like that. “i was called in a meeting yesterday. they were pretty positive about me being a starting setter, but, again, it’s not final.”
your shoulders drop a bit, “but there’s always a chance, right?”
“well, ‘not final’ is just their way of saying ‘don’t tell anyone yet’. and how could i not tell you?”
you giggle a little, “maybe if you come over i might have some use for this big ass tv you bought for me.”
tooru laughs, “i’m coming home, y/n.”
here comes your second wave of tears.
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someone wanted us to kiss for a picture and i thought you were gonna stage kiss me w/ your thumbs in the middle buT NO OH MY GOD THATS……………..THATS A REAL KISS WOW OK au -- another writing prompt I lost the link to 💖
Okay, so this got WAY out of hand, but here you go! <3
Title: A Portrait of the Artist in Love
Summary: Jaskier's senior exhibition requires he present a sequence of cohesive photos representing a theme of his choosing. Geralt, after seeing the photos in person, notices one's missing.
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"So what's the matter?" Geralt finally asks when Jaskier stomps through the living room for the third time in under twenty minutes, his eyes still firmly trained on the tv set. He can't look like he cares too much or Jaskier will shut down on him, he knows.
"What's the matter is I've got my senior exhibition in two months and I still haven't settled on a fucking theme, that's the matter," he bites out, back to the sofa and hands threaded firmly through his hair, tugging hard.
Geralt sighs. All of Jaskier's problems seem to circle back to his senior exhibition. "I thought you had some photos?"
"I did," he says, tone venomous, "and then Valdo decided he was going to do a series on music and I refuse to compete with that pompous arse." Geralt bites his tongue against the 'why does what Valdo's doing matter?' He knows better.
"So? What are your ideas?" Jaskier shifts as if to speak, "and don't tell me you don't have any, I know you do." He clicks the tv off and shifts around to face Jaskier's back as he sighs, shoulders going slack.
"I want to do something personal," he says, and Geralt can hear the frustration in his voice, "something important. Not--" he can picture the way his face is scrunched up just from his tone, "--not something predictable, something trite. I want to do something meaningful."
"Okay. So make it personal. What's important to you, Jaskier?" he asks, voice soft, and watches as Jaskier's shoulders gradually go taunt again.
"Oh. Oh I could--" he cuts off, whirls around, and the nearly manic light in his eyes makes Geralt smile.
"There you go," he says, and Jaskier beams. The look on his face steals Geralt’s breath, tightens his chest. Jaskier crosses the room, headed for his bedroom slash photo studio and presumably his camera, but he pauses at the couch to squeeze Geralt's shoulder tightly.
"Thank you, darling." Geralt just rolls his eyes and clicks the tv back on.
* * * *
Jaskier never does share what idea he settled on, even after Geralt had asked, a few days later. He'd ducked his head, blushing, and told Geralt not to worry about it, it was fine, he'd get to see when it was done, and Geralt had let it go. Jaskier tends to hold his projects close to his chest until he's done with them anyway. It’s not personal.
They're seated at a cafe waiting for Yen to drop off Ciri for their afternoon trip to the zoo and Jaskier is, predicably, fiddling with his camera.
"Do you have to bring that everywhere?" he asks, tone light and teasing, and Jaskier only sticks his tongue out at him.
"Yes, you oaf, I do. I'm working," he snips, and then he lifts the camera and in a quick movement snaps a picture of Geralt's face.
"Jaskier."
"Just a test photo, love," he grins, not at all apologetic. Before Geralt can pitch anything close to a fit about Jaskier taking more photos of him (and out in public, no less), Yen and Ciri are stepping through the door. Ciri gives a delighted little shriek the way only children under five seem to do and throws herself at her father. Geralt catches her around the waist and hauls her into his lap, both of them laughing, and the photo is promptly forgotten about after that.
* * * *
"Can I come with you?"
"Why?" Geralt asks again, frowning at Jaskier where he stands next to their couch, shifting nervously with his camera clutched to his chest, "you don't like the barn."
"No, but I like Roach," he insists, "and I want to get some pictures of her. I haven't in a while." Geralt narrows his eyes.
"Is this about your project?" he asks, and the way Jaskier splutters is answer enough.
"Can't I just want to take nice photos of my best friend's lovely horse? Come on Geralt, I don't always have a reason." The color high on his cheeks says otherwise.
"Hm." He hefts his supply bag over his shoulder, "come on, then."
Jaskier practically beams the entire trip to the barn, even after he nearly slips in a spot of mud when they get there. His pure, simple joy is infectious, leaves Geralt grinning right alongside him. And if Jaskier takes pictures of him the entire time? Well, he's always taking pictures anyway.
* * * *
"Jask, my guy, must you always bring that stupid camera?" Lambert asks, "it's beer night," he says, as if beer should preclude Jaskier taking pictures.
"Yes, and? Your point?" He raises the camera to snap a blatant picture of Lambert. Aiden leans over to throw up a pair of bunny ears behind his boyfriend as if they're primary schoolers. Eskel laughs.
"Jaskier's exhibition's coming up, leave off," Geralt growls, reprimanding, and Jaskier grins all the brighter.
"Yes, thank you, darling!"
"Doesn't mean he needs to take pictures of us," Lambert grouches, but Aiden wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him into a gentle headlock.
"Be nice," Aiden admonishes, and Lambert grumbles, but subsides. After enough alcohol, no one really thinks about Jaskier's pictures.
* * * *
Catching Jaskier around their apartment snapping photos isn't strictly unusual. It's not even strictly unusual for Jaskier to be snapping photos of him, but--
"Must you take pictures while I'm trying to meditate?"
"Yeah," Jaskier answers, sunny and quick. Geralt gives a huff. The camera clicks again. "Just pretend I'm not here." Geralt hums an affirmative even though he knows it's an impossible task. He could never forget Jaskier was in a room with him.
* * * *
"Didn't know you were picking me up today," Geralt says, wandering over from his post by the medieval art exhibit to where Jaskier stands near the circulation desk, fiddling with his camera.
"Oh, well, you know," he grins brightly up at him, cheeks a little pink--maybe he's getting sick, "I was in the area and thought we could walk home together. I know you’ve got a little still but I can swing by Starbucks; I'll get you that fruity tea you like."
"Hm."
When he gets off his shift forty-five minutes later, Jaskier's waiting for him out front with the Starbucks already in hand, a radiant smile on his face, and Geralt’s chest clenches just looking at him.
* * * *
"Hey, so I know you're busy--" Jaskier starts over dinner one night, eyes focused down on his pasta, "and I don't know if you wanted to come or not, but the exhibition's next week and I--" he sneaks a glance up at Geralt from under his eyelashes, ducks his head, "--I'd like for you to be there."
Geralt can't help the smile that tugs at his lips, can't help the way affection swells in his chest. "Of course I'll go, Jask." It really is as simple as that.
* * * *
Geralt arrives in the midst of the opening hubbub. He knows Jaskier has to linger around his exhibit for at least the first hour or so and from what he understands it's tucked away somewhere toward the back, so Geralt takes a leisurely path in that general direction, stopping to look at the work Jaskier's classmates have done as he goes.
"Oh, Geralt!" Valdo's grinning as he waves him over and reluctantly he lets himself be lured in. "Good to see you here, my man. Jaskier's been a basketcase all day," he winks. Geralt rolls his eyes.
"I'm sure. Your work's good," he says, nodding back towards the row of photos behind them, all different instruments either alone or being played, the close up of hands on strings and keys.
"Don't let Jask hear you say that," he laughs, even as he preens at the praise. "And don't let him catch you over here, either. He'll be accusing infidelity in a heartbeat." Valdo winks again. Geralt doesn't even go to the effort of correcting the fact they're not together. Valdo never seems to remember anyway.
"Yeah. Have a good night, Valdo," he says before ducking out of the way of a shorter blonde woman who throws herself past him and into Valdo's arms, proclaiming her love for him and his photography. Another blonde follows behind her friend, smiling. Geralt hurries away before Priscilla and Essi can realize who Valdo had been talking to and rope him back into the conversation.
It's not that he dislikes Jaskier's friends it's just...they seem to assume things about the two of them. Yes, Geralt loves Jaskier, but Jaskier…he doesn’t know what Jaskier feels for him beyond a deep friendship.
He wanders a bit while he tries not to think about that, stopping to look at some of the other photos--landscapes, pets, significant others, children--until he spots Jaskier, all done up in the suit he'd picked out for the occasion months ago, the gold tie that Geralt had done for him this morning a beautiful contrast to the baby blue of his suit. And the pictures--
Geralt's breath catches. They're all of him; a photo of Geralt and Ciri from the zoo, Ciri seated on his shoulders, one tiny fist in his hair as she gestures wildly at the monkeys. Geralt astride Roach as he puts her through her paces at the barn, and later, Roach out in the pasture, Geralt leading her in a gentle cool down, the both of them in profile. Geralt and his brothers over beers, Geralt grinning, Eskel telling a story, hands spread wide, Lambert and Aiden leaning on each other across the table, smiles indulgent. Geralt meditating in their living room, the ghost of a smile on his face. Geralt at the museum, explaining the history of medieval art to a gaggle of tourists.
They're all him.
"Oh, thank fuck, Geralt, I--" Jaskier breaks off as he gets closer, takes in Geralt's expression, "Geralt?"
His mouth is dry and he has to clear his throat twice before he can get any words to work. "They're all of...me?" Jaskier flushes immediately.
"Well I mean--yes? I wanted it to be something important and personal and, uh, what's more personal than everything my best friend loves?" he explains rapidly, as if he's worried Geralt will cut him off, not let him explain.
"Oh," he says, because it's the only thing he can get out. And then as it dawns on him, "wait, if this is about--" he has to clear his throat again, uncharacteristically embarrassed, "--about what I love...why aren't you in any of them?"
"What, I--" Jaskier chokes off, that flush going a little darker, "I, I didn't--we weren't allowed to be the subjects of our own photos," he lies, and Geralt just raises a brow. He's seen his classmate's work--he knows it's a bullshit answer and Jaskier knows he knows.
"I didn't want to presume," he mumbles, then, a little firmer, "and it would have had to been staged. "I don't--staged photos are terrible, Geralt, you know how I feel about that." He does, but it doesn't change the fact Jaskier's collection is incomplete without him.
"Hm."
* * * *
He thinks about it for the rest of the exhibition and once he starts, it's like he can't stop. Jaskier has a collection of photos of things Geralt loves, and Jaskier's not in any of them.
It takes him almost a week to set it right.
"Geralt," Jaskier calls as the front door clicks open, Jaskier home from class. "Geralt darling, I'm famished, what--" he cuts off abruptly when he steps into the living room, gaze catching on the camera set on the tripod set up on the coffee table. Geralt stands in front of the lens, between the camera and the large bay window overlooking the distant park.
"Jaskier." Geralt's a little bit of a nervous wreck about it, but it's fine. Probably. After all, Jaskier spent months taking photos of Geralt and the things he loved. What's one more?
"Geralt, what--"
"Come here." Jaskier swallows roughly, adams apple bobbing, before he puts his bag down and steps up beside him. "Check the camera," Geralt says softly, "make sure I did it right."
Jaskier does, quick. "It's set on the ten second timer. Should I--?"
"Yeah," he says, stomach clenching in some horrible mix of fear and anticipation, "and come here."
"Geralt, if you'd wanted to take a picture together, I could have--" he says, setting the camera and starting over. He cuts off abruptly when Geralt loops an arm around his waist and tugs him in close until they're chest to chest, his other hand at Jaskier's jaw, thumb sweeping back and forth across his cheek.
"I know," he says, voice pitched low, "but you're missing a picture." And then he dips his head and kisses him.
Jaskier makes a small, wounded noise and then his arms are around Geralt's neck, fingers tight in his hair as he presses up into Geralt's grip, surges against him. Geralt cups his jaw and nips at his lower lip, revels in the quiet gasp that leaves Jaskier open for him to lick into his mouth, deepen the kiss. Distantly he's aware of the camera going off, but it's inconsequential to the way Jaskier feels in his arms.
The kiss only breaks when Jaskier pulls away to hide his face in Geralt's throat, gasping for air. Geralt chuckles, a little breathless.
"Now I'm not complaining," Jaskier says, sounding a little dazed, "but what did I do to deserve that? Because I'd like to keep doing it. Repeatedly, if possible." Geralt laughs.
"You were missing a picture," Geralt says again, and the look on Jaskier's face when he pulls back is so confused it makes his chest constrict. "The things I love," Geralt reminds, and Jaskier flushes bright red.
"Geralt--" he stammers out, flustered, before he returns to hiding his face in Geralt's shoulder. "Melitele help me," He presses his lips to the fabric of Geralt's shirt, a warm, fleeting pressure, "you really are going to be the death of me."
"Don't see how," he hums, tips his head to rest his cheek against Jaskier's head.
"Thought you wanted a friendly picture and then you just--! You just wrapped your arm around my waist like you've done it a hundred times before and I thought, oh, he's going to pretend to kiss me, for the photo, because of course you would and you, you just--" he makes a tiny, outraged noise. Geralt chuckles again. "Don't laugh at me, Geralt, I almost died."
"Mmhm," he rubs his cheek where it rests, mussing Jaskier's hair. Jaskier just huffs. "How'd the picture come out?"
Reluctantly, Jaskier peels himself away to check the photo, and Geralt can already tell from the face he's making it didn't come out well. "You moved," Jaskier admonishes, eyes glued to the tiny viewer. He fiddles with a few settings before putting it back down on the tripod. "Alright," he presses his way back into Geralt's arms, "we'll just have to try again."
"Yeah," Geralt grins, and he kisses him again.
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