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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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Sunday Service

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkk. Did you miss me? Sunday Service dropping Friday. Pre save it now! 😘💕

normani: well it's about damn time! saweetie: we stan. what paprika gonna say about this one? blancahood: PAPRIKA?!?! HELPPPPPPPPPP theestallion: can't wait for this, I know my good sis is about to EAT y/ninsta: saweetie you are a hot ass mess and you know it lmao dualipa: glad to see that jackharlow is letting you out the house more these days jackharlow: now why am I in it? dualipa don't start with me today, my kids got me stressed out enough and you are NOT helping claybornharlow: produced by the one and only little baby saweetie: y/ninsta I call it like I see it. We make pretty bitch music and there's nothing but talent on this end. can't say the same thing about her. Tryna throw shade and I'm about to throw the whole damn rainforest. don't come for my bestie who isn't thinking about you jackandy/naremyparents: MUVA is backkkkkkk!!! dualipa: jackharlow send them my way and I guarantee you that they are about to be on their best behavior jackharlow: dualipa not with the youngest one starting to bite people y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! she was probably hungry and we know you can't cook. not too much on my youngest now. druski2funny: I knew from the beginning that those triplets were going to be problem children y/ninsta: druski2funny leave my babies aloneeeee the only problem child I have is jackharlow jessicakelce: saweetie said what she said and ate and left no crumbs y/ninsta: saweetie only one of us is going to be here for the long run and it's the one who's married to jackharlow 😜 allthingsy/n: talk yo shit mamas, at least we know you can back it up jackharlow: everyday I stray further and further from knowing what peace feels like and not you calling me a problem child smh saweetie: y/ninsta OOP let her know! between her and the girl that has a daddy with no neck, they coming for the wrong person urbanwyatt: saweetie NOT THE DADDY WITH NO NECK quiiso: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 y/ninsta: jackharlow love you smush 😘

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y/ninsta: every time yall book me with them hoes it's gon be big drama 🤭🤭

blancahood: here for the pettiness and the pettiness only y/ninsta: blancahood I'm innocent sis saweetie: y/ninsta well I'm not. STREAM SUNDAY SERVICE!!!! 2forwoyne: GET IN THE BOOTH BITCH theestallion: hard work and grinding pays off. what a luxury it is to shoot up the charts by being a tik tok rapper without actual talent. when I see her imma tell her to freestyle on the spot. jessicakelce: theestallion don't set yourself up to be disappointed like that lmao cardib: yall messy in these comments and I'M HERE FOR IT allthingsy/n: one thing's for sure and two thing's for certain, y/ninsta's girls are always going to have her back sza: now we all know y/ninsta can fight and I would never want to be on the receiving end soooo good luck with that lol y/ninsta: sza that is the old me! I'm mature now! jackharlow: y/ninsta this morning you tried to fight the delivery guy because he dropped your package y/ninsta: jackharlow he damn near threw that shit. it had FRAGILE written on it and he was acting like he couldn't read. not my damn fault. he was asking for it. jackharlow: ladies and gentlemen, my wife y/ninsta urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I fully support your actions jackharlow: urbanwyatt DON'T ENCOURAGE HER claybornharlow: y/ninsta I support you too, forever and always y/ninsta: the people love me, jackharlow get with the program jackharlow: y/ninsta just terrorizing me since day one smh y/ninsta: jackharlow would it help if I told you that your money paid for what was in the package? jackharlow: beat his ass

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y/ninsta: when you ask your husband to send you a selfie because you miss him. Look at my pookie 🥹

I love you long time big baby 😘💕

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 jaysontatum: he knows where home is y/ninsta: jayson, don't you muthafuckin start with me urbanwyatt: the girlies are fightinggggggggg druski2funny: wait, what about me?! y/ninsta: keyword: HUSBAND. as in he's MINE. go and find yall own smh jackharlow: y/ninsta remember that one time you told me to try and return you without the receipt? the receipt being our marriage certificate that you tried to set on fire when you were drunk? y/ninsta: jackharlow that is my past and therefore I do not live there anymore saweetie: lmaooooooooo urbanwyatt: all I remember is her having matches and running with them as jackharlow was jumping over couches to try and stop her. good times. jackharlow: urbanwyatt you would encourage this smh urbanwyatt: jackharlow that's my bestie and imma stick beside her jackharlow: urbanwyatt AND I'M NOT? urbanwyatt: jackharlow you are, I just love to see her terrorizing you jackharlow: smh it be your own first born y/ninsta: two more days until I get to see my big babyyyyyyy jackharlow: you better be ready for me 👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready 👀

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y/ninsta: oh look, it's my husband 😍😍😍

You are such a dad now and that's what the outfit is giving lmao jackharlow 🤣🤣

jackharlow: these damn kids got me fighting for my life smh y/ninsta: jackharlow and yet you want more? jackharlow: y/ninsta we're having a basketball team y/ninsta: jackharlow in what universe and with whose vagina? saweetie: you gonna fold one way or another. you always do. y/ninsta: saweetie don't encourage him urbanwyatt: the fact that he was almost late because of baby number three y/ninsta: urbanwyatt she is the no limit soldier lmao jack can't tell her no because she looks like him, but acts like me dualipa: y/ninsta if you need me to save you, blink twice jessicakelce: dualipa lmaooooooo jackharlow: dualipa you, y/ninsta, claybornharlow and my kids be the reason I'm stressed all the time and I don't like it claybornharlow: I am literally just sitting here minding my business jackharlow: claybornharlow THIS TIME and this is a rare occurrence y/ninsta: cut it out you two! smh, I'm already raising enough children between my triplets, jack, my pets, and pg 2forwoyne: now what did we do this time?! y/ninsta: 2forwoyne idk, but I'll find out soon enough because I always do jackharlow: y/ninsta not you calling me one of the children again y/ninsta: jackharlow a mother's job is never done, maggieharlow BACK ME UP maggieharlow: y/ninsta I did what I could with him, and he's your responsibility now lol jackharlow: not yall throwing me under the bus smh saweetie: jackharlow they more so catapulted you lmao

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jewishbarbies · 8 months

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Re: Taylor "she stood up against streaming when literally no other artist did, got them to change some of their policies"

Besties, Onika Tanya Maraj (despite her MANY problems) was advocating for music artists to be compensated fairly for their music on streaming platforms. Did we all collectively have amnesia????? Because Jay Z created Tidal so that artists could be compensated fairly for their work. Jay Z, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Madonna, ETC made it a BIG DEAL to sign onto Tidal in a deliberate act of resistance to streaming services like Spotify and Pandora and made it extremely clear that they thought artists should receive money from streams of their music. If you genuinely believe white woman, Taylor Swift, was the only person advocating for musicians to be compensated for streams then you need to pull your head out of your ass or perform a google search or something. It is genuinely so embarrassing that people erase the work and advocacy of Black people. I’m sorry but this is labor rights advocacy even if the people involved are money hungry, greedy, Capitalist Billionaires. (I don’t think anyone should be a billionaire but that’s not the point of this post (like this is NOT an endorsement of the aforementioned celebrities as people, just an acknowledgment of their work)).

Also, THANK YOU for being one of the only places where we can complain about Taylor and her fans. This is one of the only places on the internet where we can collectively criticize and honestly and factually talk about pop culture.

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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nickyisbitchy · 1 year

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Let me give y'all a silly goofy story time about my past like since October

So I got evicted 17 days before my birthday :3. The real kicker is my ex best friend got me evicted, I unfriended them like a year before this but I resently ish unfriended another person and this guy was like "fuck you I guess I'll go be chill with this one fuck" and like whatever.

Except it's not whatever because they made fake screenshots about me and then my ex bestie got their grandparents to buy my house.

Well anyways so our landlord gave us a one month notice so we where like "shitttt" and then forgot about it. Not really just everytime I brought it up my mom would shut it down.

See my family we're a bit lazy, we're also poor. How is the last part irrelevant? Cuz poor people get super strength when moving/helping move. We packed all our shit up the day after we where supposed to be gone, I hadn't even cleaned my room till the night before.

Well anyways it sucked because he shut our power off at 6am so we where sorta fucked but we made it work, by 11pm we where at my grandpa's. I still went to school the next day by the way, which I think is complete bullshit.

Another thing I should mention, I had two cats, Piper and Eevee. Well not anymore cuz Piper hated it at my grandpa's and ran away. We lived at my grandpa's for 3 months, my school was 35 minutes away which low-key sucked Major ass but whatevs :/.

We had zero money saved up so we had to be on this like loan thing whatever which made finding a cheap house literally impossible because it had to pass inspection against a power hungry pig, we managed tho.

Living with my grandpa had a few up sides, like internet and every streaming service ever. Down side? My fucking cat ran away. The food was also moldy but I care more about my kitty.

On top of all this I got horribly bullied at my old school, like I got hate crimed bullied. The teachers didn't really care that much, tho I did get a reward for being the schools favorite gay kid :3. Kinda fucky tho cuz they only loved me cuz I was quiet :/. They'd get pissed when I spoke out and stuff and would flip shit when I advocated for myself.

Along with that I was mostly bullied for being trans so, yippie :D. My GSA low-key thought I was a weirdo because I use neo pronouns.

Anyways like a few months ago or a month I don't really know we moved into this house and I go to a different school now. It is soooooo much better, like I haven't been bullied once :}.

TL;DR

Ex friend was a little too Petty and got me evicted and I have many unresolved issues.

#vent post #trauma dumping

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shootingstarwritings · 3 years

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Couples Therapy

Marcus glanced at his client before going back to his notes. As usual, it was a young woman who looked as though she was on the verge of tears after giving him a mile-long list of grievances towards her husband. For the first few years, everything was like an eternal honeymoon until the two began to drive the other crazy. From the little info Marcus had, the blame seemed to rest on two personalities that didn't feel like compromising—as it usually was.

However, compromises didn’t put food on Marcus’ table, so it was in his best interest to pin the blame all on the husband. “Like my services advertise,” he told the wife, Julia, while sliding a sheet of his talents over to her, “I can fix your marriage to be as blissful as it was on your wedding night. All I need is your consent and I can shape your lover as you need him to be.”

The tears soon dried up. "Um, huh…?" Julia grew sheepish as her eyes skimmed over the sheet. Not good. "Shape him? My friend said your type of work was unique, but changing my husband…? I didn't hear anything about that."

Tilting his head, Marcus said, "Did you not notice how your friend's partner changed? He was happier, more agreeable, and far more pleasant overall. Always carried a strong conversation and had the manners of a perfect gentleman. Don't you want the same for your husband?"

“I-I thought you just gave them counseling!” Julia stood up from her chair, hands clasping her purse as though Marcus was a violent, money-hungry criminal. “This is crazy. A-And, honestly absurd. I'll have no part in this lunacy!"

“So you’re okay with your husband’s divorce?”

Julia stopped just before her hand reached the door. Though she didn't turn around, she said, "What do you mean?" Her voice was tinged with fear despite her attempts to hide it.

“When you made your appointment, I did a little digging on your husband,” said Marcus, lying as naturally as he breathed. “Digging into his soul, of course. My abilities allow me to do so.”

He stood up and strode over to Julia. “He’s growing increasingly dissatisfied with your union. Every little action, every little word, every little annoyance from you pushes him more and more towards the arms of another.” While Marcus remained stone-faced, he was smirking inside as beads of sweat cascaded down Julia’s brow.

Perfect.

“A young woman your age already divorced? What will the neighbors think? Your friends? Your family? But,” he shrugged and made his way back to his desk, “if you insist that you don’t need my services, I can do nothing about that. I sincerely wish the two of you a happy marriage. However long it lasts.”

Julia excused herself to go to the bank but promised she would return with the payment.

Marcus’ target was a man by the name of Trevor. Attractive, admirable, and breakable. All it would require was a few weeks in his body and Marcus’ job would be finished. Julia had signed the contract, so his body was completely available.

That was the limit to Marcus’ powers. Without some sort of consent from one who at the very least shared the name or a bond with his target, he was unable to do anything. Now, all Marcus had to do was take over Trevor’s body.

But first, Marcus was curious about what was going to happen in their ordinary lives. While Julia had given him a whole list of things that she wished Trevor would do, Marcus skimmed it before throwing it away. For the most part, his clients didn't know what they wanted—and what they did was something ridiculous like 'makes me breakfast in bed every single day.' It was all nonsense straight out of a soap opera. Marcus preferred to just take a look at what pissed his client off and doing a few favors here and there. The only part of Julia's list that Marcus even remotely paid attention to was, "Being more open to pegging."

Other than that, Marcus would just sit by and watch how a typical morning went for the couple. He made his way to the address Julia had provided him during their meeting in an astral form and peeked into their lives.

“God, another spill, Jules?” Trevor groaned as he looked down at his stained pants. “C'mon." While Julia let out a stream of apologies, Trevor just rolled his eyes and said, "I'm trying to get a goddamn promotion here!"

“I-I’m trying…!” Julia said, backing up as Trevor grabbed the empty mug and smashed it on the ground. “Th-That was mine...”

“And so’s the mess,” Trevor shot back. “When you’re the breadwinner in this relationship, you can decide what does and doesn’t get broken.” With that, Trevor left to get changed while Julia cleaned up the kitchen.

That was all Marcus needed to see. The bastard needed a major attitude adjustment. His wife was a complete klutz, but there was no need to bite her head off for making a mistake. Marcus didn't feel any particular sympathy for Julia, but assholes like Trevor pissed him off to no extent. "Only natural," Marcus said to himself. "Assholes hate assholes. Don't like pricks like him on my turf."

Floating over to Trevor and Julia’s room, he admired the assets he would borrow for the next few days. Trevor’s pants were off, allowing Marcus to get a nice glimpse of the package he would be showing off for the next few days. Along with that were nice, juice thighs and a good chest peeking out of the nice polo shirt he wore. No longer able to resist, Marcus just dove towards Trevor.

"HNNG! What the fuuuuck?!" Trevor moaned as Marcus phased through his back. Entire body tensing up, Trevor stood in place, his back arching while his head was thrown back. Feet planted to the floor, he moaned in pleasure and panic. "Wh-Who the hell?! What the—HAA! Ahhh…! What the fuck are youuuu?!" Unable to keep his balance amidst the barrage of pain and pleasure mixing, Trevor collapsed onto his bed, convulsing uncontrollably as the foreign intruder wore him like a suit.

“Mmm,” Marcus moaned, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. “Oh, that’s niiice. Thanks, Julia.” Still face-down on the bed, he spread his legs and let his hands wander towards a certain untouched hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn your hubby into the subbiest bottom in town.”

Purposefully ignoring Julia, Marcus left the house and headed towards Trevor’s place of work, relying on muscle memory and the information Julia had given him for navigation. Eventually, he arrived at some fancy insurance firm full of suits who looked like they could use a healthy dose of Viagra.

Once more, Marcus relied on Trevor's muscle memory to guide his way through work. And once settled into Trevor's impersonal cubicle, Marcus began his work. At once, he worked on smiling more in Trevor's body. Man was a creature of habit and the human mind was a sponge for information and mannerisms. Because of that, Marcus would adopt certain behaviors for the week or so he would be in his hosts' bodies. The end result was a spouse that would compliment their partner far more.

On all levels, it was wrong. However, Marcus continued without losing a wink of sleep.

After making sure Trevor was smiling more, Marcus also stretched and relaxed his muscle. "God, you're so tense," he mentioned as he rolled his shoulders back. "Or, I'm so tense." Grinning, Marcus continued chatting to himself. It was always fun getting into a role. Perhaps it was his theater kid days, but adopting a new identity was always fun. "I should get more into yoga," he said, stretching as much as he could in that uncomfortable suit. "Do some squats. It'll help me make my ass all nice and firm. Flexibility'll be nice in the bedroom for Jules," he proclaimed, repeating it to himself to make sure it remained imprinted to Trevor.

To make sure those thoughts remained in Trevor's head, Marcus headed off to the gym after each workday. He worked until Trevor's already well-developed muscles were pleasurably sore by the time he arrived back home. "Keep acting as though I'm Trevor," Marcus had texted Julia before. "It'll make it easier for these thoughts to stick to your husband." His words didn't ease Julia's awkwardness, but Marcus didn't mind. Working with pathetic actors wasn't anything new for him.

By the final day of Marcus' planned stay, Trevor's boss called him into his office. "You're not in trouble," his boss, a man by the name of Arthur said. "Just wanted to catch up with you, is all." His words were even, but Marcus noticed that his gaze was not. Arthur's eyes kept traveling and his fingertips kept grazing Trevor as much as they could while retaining that facade of professionalism. "I've noticed your recent change in attitude. Rumors travel quickly throughout the office."

“When there’s not much to talk about,” Marcus began, “it’s easy to become the talk of the town.”

Arthur cocked an eyebrow. “Your attitude and your tongue’s changed, Trey. I'm surprised but pleased. Productivity for the whole office has gone up this week. And your more positive attitude has really helped with that. I've noticed the environment in general is a lot less toxic."

“Sorry about that, sir,” Marcus said with a curt nod. Yet, he made sure to keep a cocky, inviting smirk on his face. The blood was rushing to Arthur’s cheeks despite his stony expression. “Hadn’t realized how much my attitude had an impact on the office. But I’m sure you’ll be just as satisfied as my wife about the new me.” By now, Marcus was happily rubbing his thighs, making sure they stood out alongside his bulge in those tight slacks he had purchased for Trevor. During the week, he had made a habit of dropping his things and bending over to reach for them in front of his various coworkers. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he was certain about the office spent more than half a second staring at Trevor’s assets.

Arthur cleared his throat. “Yes, well. Nonetheless, just wanted to show my appreciation for this sudden turn. Always happy to see my workers in a relaxed, pleasant environment.”

Standing up, Marcus leaned in close to Arthur’s lips. “I can think of a few other ways you can show your appreciation, boss,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt. This same scenario had played out so many times Marcus was certain his gaydar was impeccable. “Why don’t you bend me over your desk and show me who the boss is?”

Arthur hesitated for about a second before locking the office door and tying Trevor’s mouth shut with his own tie. “Take! This! You! Slut!” Arthur roared as he pounded Trevor’s ass raw. Marcus, back arched, face pressed up against the cold desk, just moaned like a slut. He eagerly met each of Arthur’s thrust with his strong workout for his hips.

This is my favor for you, Julia, he thought as Arthur pulled on his hair. Your husband’s hole might not be as tight as you want it to be, but he’ll definitely be up for stuff up his ass by the time I leave.

"Make me your bottom bitch," Marcus begged, trapped in a nirvana of pleasure and pain.

The next time Marcus saw Julia and Trevor the two of them were walking down the back, arms linked. Both were smiling and laughing so animatedly that Marcus was certain the songbirds were jealous. On occasion, he spotted Julia lightly slapping Trevor's ass and her husband reddening like a tomato at the sensation.

Marcus returned home satisfied at another successful trip.

#male possession #male body possession #DILF possession #possession #ghost possession #astral projection #astral projection possession

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wwhbtsjin · 3 years

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First Date

Pairing: J-HopexReader

Genre: Fluff (A/U: Best friends to lovers)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I’m actually just getting biased wrecked by everyone

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2:00 P.M. Jung Hoseok :I’ll pick you up at 5:30 pm ok? I’m looking forward to our first date, as a couple, Princess.

2:05 P.M. (Y/N) : Oppa! It’s only our first date! Why are you calling me Princess? And also are you not coming home?

2:07 P.M. Jung Hoseok: You- I-...I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU THIS EVER SINCE I MET YOU. I’m only coming home to pick you up.

2:10 P.M. (Y/N) : Aish- okay I’m sorry I’m nervous! This is our first official date since I told you...you know...

2:11 P.M. Jung Hoseok: No...no I don’t know...I think I need a reminder 😜

2:13 P.M. (Y/N): Before I realized I liked you okay! You know that! Aish- I need to get ready! Text me when you’re here!

2:15 P.M. Jung Hoseok: Wait...I’M PICKING YOU UP IN THREE HOURS DOES IT REALLY TAKE YOU THAT LONG???

2:16 P.M. (Y/N): Bye Oppa!!! 😙

You giggle to yourself quietly as you exit out of the message. Today was your first official date with your longtime friend of 15 years and now roommate, Jung Hoseok. Everyone knew him as J-Hope in the neighborhood, but to you, he was Hobi Oppa. Your Hobi Oppa. The two of you met back in school when you were 10 years old and he was 11.

Flashback to 15 years ago…

You sat on the swing alone at the park. Humming to yourself as you drank a banana milk quietly. You were originally from Busan, but moving to a whole new place, well it hasn’t been the easiest on you. You missed your best friends. You missed your playground that you and your friends ruled.

“I don’t like it here…” You mumbled to yourself as you kicked up some of the sand below you.

“Hey watch it!” Another voice suddenly appeared.

You looked up to find a young boy rubbing his eye.

“S-Sorry, did I get sand in your eye?” You reached into your pocket for a handkerchief, “Here use this.”

He reached for it and rubbed his eye, “It’s okay I’ve had worse. Hey is that swing next to you free?” But before you could answer, he plopped himself onto it, “I’ve seen you here almost everyday! My name is Hoseok! I’m 11!”

“I-I’m (Y/N)...I’m 10.”

“I take it you just moved here,” he jumped up on his feet, “Well I’m the prince of this playground! And I need a princess! Would you like to be my princess? We can rule this playground!”

You know...his positivity is something you needed.

“Sure.”

Hoseok jumped with joy, “Yes! Meet me here at the same time tomorrow!” And with that he took off running.

So you kept the promise and made your way to the park as soon as you got out of school Hoseok beat you there, he was already sitting on the swing with a bag at his feet.

You walked up to him and sat next to him on the swing, “Hello Hoseok.”

“If you’re my princess You can call me by stage name! I’m J-Hope!” he said dancing around, “When I become a great dancer who’s famous, that’s what everyone will call me!”

“How about Hopey?” You giggled.

“Too girly!” Hoseok stopped dancing and pouted.

“Hobi!” You smiled, he was making you feel genuinely happy, “That’s not too girly.”

“I like that! You can call me Hobi Oppa!” Hobi reached into the bag and put a princess crown on your head, “I was really embarrassed buying this at the toy store yesterday, but this a moment that needs to be remembered.” He reached into the bag and put a prince crown on his head, “From this day on, you’re Princess (Y/N) and I’m Prince Hobi!”

You and Hoseok have been an inseparable pair since then. You guys did everything together. Had all the same homeroom classes in school. Tried every single new thing together. Went to every restaurant that caught your eye. Studied together, went to the same cram school, you name it. Everyone thought you were dating for the longest time, well except you guys.

It took you guys a while to realize the feelings you had for each other. The day it happened, is a day you’ll never forget, even though it was only 7 days ago.

Flashback to Last Week

“Oh my gosh Oppa! I’m so tired!” You both had gotten off of work the same time after a really long day.

You worked for a BioTech research lab in Seoul while Hobi had owned a very successful dance studio also in Seoul. Yes, both of you had moved to Seoul together. And you guys had figured you guys might as well sign a lease for an apartment together to save money. You guys respected each other's boundaries and privacy always.

You sat down on the kitchen table and laid your head down on it. After a long day, you were looking forward to jumping into your pajamas and one of Hobi’s hoodies since they were so big on you. It was just really comfy!

Hoseok stood at the fridge, “Did you eat yet?” It was pretty obvious he didn’t with the way he rummaged through the fridge.

“Noooo” you said barely lifting your head up to look at him, “I’m hungry but I’M TIRED”.

You didn’t notice, but he had a really nice side profile and he was just looking at the fridge. He was actually really handsome. He’s definitely not that young goofy boy you met years ago.

Hoseok noticed you staring at him and his cheeks flushed with a light shade of pink. The same time you were having these thoughts about Hoseok, he also realized how cute you were to him.

“Well we don’t have much I can cook,” Hoseok scratched his head and closed the fridge, “Want to order takeout and we can both go shopping on our next day off? We can watch a movie while we wait for the food.”

You nodded, “I like that idea! Tteokbokki, Jajangmyeon and Chicken?”.

“Oh my god you’re a fattie,” J-Hope took out his phone and began ordering, “But I’ll do anything for you”. And he meant it.

You handed your card to him, “Yah, use my card. I’ll pay since we have to order for both our fat asses.”

“Too late I already ordered,” he flashed a smile at you and picked you up, “LEt’s watch a movie!”

But him picking you up was a surprise. You felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies soon filled your stomach, “Yah Oppa! What are you doing!?”

He set you down on the couch with flushed cheeks, “S-sorry Princess,” his childhood nickname for you, except this time it made you feel something different, “I want to make sure you’re comfortable and relaxed.” He seemed a bit more timid but affectionate today.

You smiled as he walked over to the television. He turned it on and began searching your various streaming services for something to watch, “What are we in the mood for today?”

But just then the doorbell rang. It was your food.

“I’ll get it Oppa! You pick something and surprise me!” You got up and quickly thanked the delivery man before setting the food down on the coffee table in front of the television.

Hoseok picked one of his favorite movies, Taegukgi.

He plopped next to you, wrapped a blanket around you and him and you guys ate your food quietly while watching the movie. You and Hoseok have always been comfortable and relaxed with each other, but today he was being extra...affectionate. Not that you didn’t like it. In fact, it was making you really happy. Nobody took this much care of you.

Once you guys finished the food Hoseok stood up and paused the movie, “Let me clean this up real quick.” You knew he didn’t like the mess.

When he returned he leaned on the arm of the couch and laid on his side, “U-um (Y/N)?” his cheeks were flushed again, “I-is it okay if I cuddle you? I-I just really want to be comfortable with you and relax right now.”

You nodded and crawled up next to him. You laid on your side and fit into his arms perfectly. He pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you, pressed play and wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

It’s a good thing he couldn’t hear your heartbeat, because you could’ve sworn that it was going to shoot out of your body. Hoseok’s warmth around you made you feel comfortable and safe. Feeling each breath he took that hit your neck sent chills down your spine. But nonetheless, he made you feel relaxed. Soon enough, you fell asleep in his arms.

Hoseok looked down at you when he heard your tiny snores. He smiled warmly and moved your hair out of your face, “So pretty…” he mumbled to himself and snuggled into you.

You caught him by surprise when you shifted to your opposite side, leaving only centimeters between your guys faces. His face was as red as a tomato, and as much as he wanted to kiss you that very second, he wouldn’t do that because you guys were best friends. He didn’t know how you felt about him. So he shifted up a little so your face was at his chest and you snuggled into him more. He decided to leave you be and finish the movie before he would wake you up to go into your room.

About 45 minutes later, Hobi felt you stir in his arms. He looked down and saw that you were starting to wake up, ‘She’s so cute…’ he thought to himself.

“O-oppa??” You yawned and looked up at him, half awake, but cheeks flushed pink. When you realized how close your guys' faces were, you shot up, but Hoseok pulled you back down.

“Do you know how cute you are when you fall asleep?” Hoseok moved a strand of hair out of your face and looked you in the eyes, “You’re so cute I’m gonna explode.” His cheeks were flushed pink.

“O-oppa…” was all you could say. By now you were sure your cheeks were as red as tomatoes.

“I never really realized this (Y/N)... but I like you. Like I really like you. You’re so cute, cuddly, beautiful, amazing. I feel so comfortable and relaxed with you. You make my heart flutter every time you smile and laugh. When you’re in the room, my day just gets brighter.” Hoseok stared at you seriously. It was so easy to get lost in those deep brown eyes of his.

“I-I like you too Oppa…” you hid your face in your hands and pulled the hood of his hoodie over you to hide the embarrassment of your really red cheeks, “I’ve never been cared for and protected by anyone the way that you have for me.”

Hobi’s face lit up and he took the hood off. He reached for your hands and pulled them away from your face. Cupping your cheek and gently making you look at him he smiled and said, “In that case, will you be my girlfriend, Princess?”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, “Yes I will Oppa.”

It was currently 4:00 P.M. and you were searching through your closet to decide what to wear. Hoseok didn’t tell you what he had planned for you guys, so you didn’t necessarily know what to wear. It was cold, snowing, and it was almost evening.

“Now I can go with warm but sexy...or cute and cuddly,” you opened your wardrobe, “It’s our first date as a couple, so cute and cuddly it is.” You pulled out your brown long coat, a white long turtleneck, black leggings and your favorite boots. You curled your hair just a little before applying light makeup on. By the time you were done, it was 5:30 and you heard a knock at the door.

“Who could it be?” You peeked outside through the peephole and saw that it was your boyfriend.

You opened the door, “Oppa did you forget your key?” But your mouth dropped open when you saw him standing at the door with a bouquet of flowers.

“We may live together already, but I wanted to make this genuinely special. I went with Jin hyung to the florist today and he helped me put this together for you...it’s custom made with your favorite flowers and colors.” He handed it to you.

You smelled them and smiled, “It’s absolutely gorgeous, I love it. Let me go put these in a vase and then we’ll go okay?” You scanned your boyfriend up and down and noticed you guys were matching, “This was so not planned.”

He chuckled and back hugged you as you were putting the flowers in the vase, “You look absolutely beautiful though princess.”

You turned around and wrapped your arms around him while looking up into his eyes, “And you’re as handsome as when you left this morning Oppa. What are we doing this evening?”

“It’s a surprise, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and you guys made your way to the car parked downstairs.

Hoseok and you always were jamming out to whatever songs you guys had in the car. Nothing really changed for you two, except the fact that you both knew that you loved each other.

Soon enough Hoseok parked the car backwards in a lot and looked at you, “Stay here and I’ll come get you when I’m ready/” He got out of the car and you heard the trunk open, “Don’t look!”

You giggled and saw the trunk begin to glow, “Okay Oppa!’

After a few minutes of hearing him run around, hop in and out of the trunk, opening and closing things, he suddenly appeared at your door and opened it for you, “My Princess, our first date is ready!”

You guys intertwined your fingers and walked around to the trunk. But the scene was absolutely beautiful. Hobi had laid out some blankets and pillows in the back of the car, had little lights strewn about and had the most amazing looking dinner ready for you guys. Surrounding the car were some little nova lamps and a little heater to keep you guys warm. And the best part was, all of this was overlooking the skyline of Seoul.

“Oppa it's so beautiful,” you hugged him tightly and looked up into his eyes, “I love it.”

“Anything for our first official date, Princess. This totally beats our takeout and scrubby clothes meals in my studio right?” He chuckled while wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close.

Your cheeks heated up as you realized how close you were. You’ve known each other so long, only been dating a week, and never kissed him. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t know if he was ready to. “Any moment with you Oppa, I love you regardless. This is absolutely stunning though!” you ran to one of the nova lights and squatted down to look at it, “Wait...did you take this from my room?”

He scratched the back of his head, his cute habit whenever he gets embarrassed, “M-maybe… I just wanted it to be pretty okay! I thought these were cool when you brought them home!”

“I like your taste,” you giggled and waddles over to the heater and held your hands in front of it, “It makes this whole date feel so cozy!”

Hoseok hopped into the trunk and held his arms out to you, “This isn’t all I have planned for tonight. Let’s eat first. Come here, I’ll keep you warm while we eat.”

You complied and crawled in between his legs. He put a blanket over the two of you and reached for the tray of food. On it was a play of Hotteok, Bulgogi, Samgyeopsal, Rice, and Chicken. Some of your favorites that you guys loved to share together. “Oppa it looks yummy!” You squealed as you picked up a piece of Bulgogi with your chopsticks. You turned halfway and held it up to him, “You eat first!”

No protest from him. He opened his mouth wide and ate the piece of meat. He smiled and then fed you a piece of samgyeopsal in return. Throughout the cute little picnic, you and Hoseok enjoyed each other's presence, talking about life, singing songs together, pointing out things through an I Spy game, the simplest of things, but you loved it all.

“Did you enjoy this Princess?” Hoseok rested his chin on your shoulder as you guys looked over the skyline, “Because we have to go to our second part of the date!”

“Second part?” You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Mhm! I have made reservations! It’s in 30 minutes, but we're only 10 minutes away.”

You nodded and Hoseok helped you out of the trunk and back into the passenger seat of his car, “What do you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he was loading everything back into the trunk, “But it’ll be fun!”

“Can I help you load everything?” You turned your head around only to see him load the last thing into the trunk, “Nevermind…”

He ran into the car and soon started driving off.

“Are we going to an arcade?” You asked.

“Nope.”

“Are we getting dessert?” Your eyes lit up at the thought of eating a nice hot chocolate croissant.

“Nope you fattie.”

“Oh are going to Lotte World?”

“Yah. It’s closed! Stop asking Jagi! It’s a surprise!” He smiled without taking his eyes off the road.

Your cheeks heated up at the sound of him calling you Jagi. He always stuck to Princess, but hearing Jagi come out of his mouth was something different. It made your relationship seem more official.

Soon enough Hoseok pulled into another parking lot. It was one of those places where you could pick something to paint together. The thought of you guys doing something together made you really excited.

Hoseok helped you out of the car. He grabbed your hand before leading you inside the building. After checking the two of you in, you guys were led to a private room full of ceramics to choose from to paint.

You let go of his hand and ran around marveling at everything, “Oh my gosh Oppa! Look at this kitty! It’s so cute!” You ran to a different shelf, “Oppa! What if we painted a vase for the flowers you got me today? Or! What if I paint a mug for you to drink your morning coffee in? So many to choose from! How can we pick just one Oppa?”

You looked back at him standing at the door just admiring how cute you were. He walked up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, “I reserved this room up until they closed. I also paid for unlimited painting, so we could do all you wanted if we have time.”

“No way,” your mouth dropped open, “Oppa you’re spoiling me!”

He kissed the top of your head, “Anything for my Princess.”

Your cheeks heated up. That was the first time you ever felt the warmth of his lips. And that wasn’t even your first kiss. Sure you guys have drank from the same straw, but that doesn’t mean you ever kissed him.

You nodded in embarrassment, “O-okay.”

Hoseok chuckled at your cuteness. In his mind, he was freaking out about how he kissed your head and how cute you were all flustered. He wished he went for your lips instead but he figured that wasn’t the right time for it. “I’ll get the figures, you get all the paint colors you think is best.”

You nodded and filled about the different palettes with various different colors. Hoseok set down everything you wanted to paint along with one figure he had picked. It was a ceramic heart.

“I want to put our names and today’s date on this,” Hoseok held it up to you, “Cheesy I know, but I saw it on the internet and I thought it would be cute for us to do this too.”

You giggled and nodded, “I like it!”

The two of you began painting and talking about anything again. Time was passing quickly and you wish it would just freeze. Although the two of you already lived together, you didn’t want this night to end. It’s just different the last 15 years you guys spent together.

Soon enough everything was painted and you looked at them proudly, “I’d say we’re artists!”

Hoseok agreed, “I have to give these to them and I’ll pick them up tomorrow on my way home from work when they’re dry. Stay here, I’ll be right back” He walked out with everything you painted and returned about 5 minutes later. You cleaned up the paint and then you guys were ready to go.

“I had fun Oppa!” You said as you swung his hand in yours on the way to the car.

“I’m glad. That’s all I had planned for tonight. I’m sorry it’s not much Jagi, I wanted to spoil you.” He kissed your hand and opened the car door for you.

Another kiss but not on your lips, you were internally screaming, “Not much? Oppa that was everything I could ask for! I loved it! The best of it though was spending time with you!”

He smiled as he got into the driver's seat to head back to your guys apartment, “I’m glad Jagi.”

There he goes again with the Jagi! You were screaming and felt like steam was coming out of your ears. You couldn’t believe he was all yours now. You were going crazy on the inside.

Soon enough you guys were back at home. He held your hand as you were going up the elevator. You didn’t realize how sleepy you were feeling until the two of you were back inside your apartment.

You yawned as you took off your shoes and Hoseok helped you with your coat. The two of you walked into the hallway before turning your backs to each other to go into your rooms. You changed into your comfy pajamas, which was a pair of leggings and one of Hoseok’s hoodies, different from the one you wore last week. You sat at your vanity putting your hair up and doing your nightly skin routine.

Then there was a knock at your door, “Princess, may I come in?”

“Sure!”

Hoseok came into your room wearing sweats and a tshirt. He plopped himself onto your bed and looked into your direction, “I had a great time today Jagi.”

You put your hair up into a messy bun and turned to him, “Me too Oppa. It was really fun and relaxing!”

Hoseok pulled you down so that you were sitting on his lap. You blushed furiously at his actions and leaned your head on his shoulder in hopes of him not seeing you like this.

“Yah, look at me…” His voice was gentle as he cupped your cheek. He gently lifted your head to make him look at you, his cheeks were pink, “You’re so beautiful.” His face started leaning in closer to yours.

Was this really happening? You were screaming to yourself all night about this, was it finally going to happen?

To your suspicion, you were right. His warm lips met yours softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

When you guys pulled away he leaned his forehead on yours, “I wanted to do that all night but didn’t know when.”

You giggled, “I’m glad you did. I was screaming to myself waiting for you to do so. I was about to do it myself.”

“You could have, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” He gave you another soft kiss, “You should get to sleep Princess, don’t you have work tomorrow?”

You nodded, “I do, but I don’t wanna leave this position.”

Hoseok helped you off of him and you sat in your bed pouting. He walked out without saying a word before returning two minutes later with his phone in his hands, “You don’t have to worry about that.” He laid down in your bed and patted the spot next to him.

You crawled in and wrapped your arms around him, “I could get used to this”.

“My bed is comfier though” he reached to turn off the lights.

“We can rotate beds,” you giggled, “Tomorrow night can be yours.”

“Sounds like a plan”. And soon enough, the two of you drifted to sleep in each others arms.

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The Reluctants | Chapter 3 | The Reluctant Agreement

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary: Charlie can’t believe her luck when she lands an apartment all to herself in Quincy, Massachusetts in a decaying triple decker. But life gets more complicated when someone moves into the basement. Specifically her landlord, Adam, who also happens to be a vampire. As life collapses around Charlie, these two forge an uneasy and unlikely relationship. But is their relationship as doomed as the building they live in?

Chapter: Adam struggles with Charlie being around while Charlie just struggles. An unlikely arrangement is created.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Frottage, Dry Humping, Teasing, Coming In Pants, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex. Couch Sex. Kidnapping. Stalking. Non-Graphic Violence, Character Death

Adam walked Charlie backwards until she bumped up against the kitchen counter.

“Take it off.” he commanded. He pressed against Charlie, making his arousal known against her.

“Take what off?” Charlie questioned, looking up at him through her eyelashes

“The fucking sweater. Take it off. I want to see your tits.” He towered over her. She teased the hem up before lifting the sweater. Her breasts bounced softly as Charlie lifted her arms. Adam’s cock jumped.

“Bra too.”

Charlie grumbled while reaching behind. “You could say ‘please’ or do people lose all manners when they turn?” The bra joined her sweater on the floor, she hoped it was clean but didn’t hold out much hope given the state of Adam’s place.

Adam lowered himself to take one of Charlie’s nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, taking care not to bite down. His fangs made that difficult. Charlie moaned and gripped the counter as he worked it to a hard pebble. Silently, he moved to the other giving it the same treatment. His lips trailed down Charlie’s stomach, nipping a it.

With long fingers, he tugged and teased at her skirt before pushing the hem up around Charlie’s hips. Adam could smell her and it didn’t take his heightened sense of smell to know she was aroused. A large wet spot soaked through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Panties.” Charlie glanced down. “Please.” he added. Her hands moved to push them down and Adam helped her step out of them. He tossed them aside, never to be found again.

“Hey those are—” Charlie started.

“Less talking.” Adam interrupted while he pushed her legs apart and licked a fat stripe along her folds. Charlie’s knees buckled, but she remained standing.

The tip of his nose nudged against Charlie’s clit, sending electric shocks right to her core, causing her to flood against Adam’s mouth. He hummed against her, grabbing her ass to pull her close to him. She tasted incredible. He wondered how the rest of her tasted.

Charlie whimpered when Adam’s lips left hers, her orgasm aching inside her. Her walls clenched in anticipation. Adam nipped along her thigh and gripped her hip and knee tight.

“Still hungry.” He growled against her.

Understanding, Charlie nodded. “I wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied.” he teased.

His fangs sunk into the smooth flesh of her leg. The blood rushed from Charlie’s femoral artery and he knew in that moment; he was gone. She tasted as no one ever tasted before. Adam had to resist the urge to drown in her. Charlie slumped at the loss of blood and the heady pleasure. Once he had his fill, he licked the spot, sending shivers through Charlie. He tied a towel around the wound, to help stave off her bleeding out.

Adam rose and cupped her breasts before kissing her lips, his tongue tasted metallic and warm inside Charlie’s mouth. It was heady, and she wanted more. He tugged at his jeans, releasing his cock, purple and angry.

“Still hungry.” he grunted as his tip teased along her folds. Charlie’s fingers dug into his biceps. She hooked a leg up and he caught in his hand while pushing inside her.

The two of them moaned. Charlie’s pussy gripped and molded around him.

“Fuck.” Adam cursed. “I am already going to cum with the way you feel.”

Charlie bucked her hips in response and Adam’s head fell forward. He snapped his hips to bottom out inside her and Charlie moaned.

“Fuck me, Adam—”

Adam’s eyes snapped open, and he punched the pillow, cursing as his cock throbbed. Adam never realized that vampires could experience blue balls until that morning. After he stroked himself to completion, Adam still ached. Not physically although his cock would argue that point. The ache was for something more than flesh and blood. It was a hunger he hadn’t felt since Eve. Adam didn’t let his mind dwell on Eve much these days, he didn’t trust himself and feared that if he allowed himself to wallow, that wooden bullet would sing its siren song once again. Best to tuck it all away and lock those feelings, well all feelings, somewhere they couldn’t do harm.

And then there was Charlie. The fucking skeleton key to those feelings. Adam couldn’t remember the last time he woke up with a raging hard-on like a sodding teenager. And that fucking dream. He stood up and headed to the living room to feed and grab one of his guitars, hoping some writing would clear his head. Although he doubted it.

It was well after midnight when Adam remembered the leaking bathtub.

“Fuck.” he headed to the interior staircase connecting the basement to the ground floor. True to her word, Charlie had unlocked the door, and he stepped inside.

The apartment was cleaner than the last time he was in there, searching for Charlie’s phone to erase that video of Adam talking delivery of his stash. She had tidied up for their date, no appointment, Sunday night. The telltale drip beckoned Adam to the bathroom.

He kneeled on the tile, wondering how zombies managed through life with such inefficiency. With deft motions, he stopped the leak and set about reconfiguring the pipes to work in a manner they should.

A soft whimper called out from Charlie’s bedroom, and Adam moved to check on her. He didn’t know what he expected to see when he pushed the door open with his knuckles. He certainly didn’t expect to see Charlie’s knees pulled up, tenting the quilts and sheets. Adam exhaled seeing her safe and asleep. Not that he cared. It was just that it would be hard to rent the apartment out if someone was murdered there, he lied to himself.

As he turned to finish his work, Charlie’s voice called out. “Adam!” her voice breathy, raspy. Not the usual uptick tone.

His head snapped around to see if Charlie had woken up. She hadn’t but her hands and hips were moving in unison. Adam’s eyes widened as he realized she was getting off and somehow he played a part in that. His cock remembered the dream from earlier and pressed against his thin jeans.

“Shit.” he hissed while attempting to will the erection to subside to no avail. “Again?” This was becoming a problem. It hurt to move and recognized he would need to take care of it to return to the task of fixing the bath.

Adam popped the buttons of his jeans and pulled himself out. The tip already dripping. His forehead pressed against the wooden door frame while his hand fisted around his shaft. He grunted softly and Charlie continued to moan, both his name and other words Adam didn’t think polite to repeat.

“Fuck!” he groaned in a whisper as he came into his hand, spilling onto the floor, making a mess.

Charlie let loose a long moan as her back arched, orgasmed herself. She turned onto her side and her breathing returned to a deep, even tone.

Adam rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he hunted for a mop.

Charlie woke for work and padded off to the bathroom. She noticed the floors freshly mopped but pushed the thought aside. She squealed a bit to see that Adam had fixed the tub and had in fact, improved it. Although it now looked like a failed Tesla experiment. As she stripped down to shower, she stopped as she remembered the tendril of a dream from last night. She didn’t remember much except Adam being naked, his cock, and lots of moaning.

“God, I hope he didn’t hear that!” Charlie wondered as she stepped in the hot shower.

Charlie sailed through the work week. She secured a settlement for Mrs. Santiago for her slip and fall and an injunction for Mr. Jameson against a disgruntled customer. Charlie loved her work and helping people, even if it meant not making the amount of money she should.

“Ms. Bock!” Jason’s head popped over his cubicle wall. “A word.”

Elise threw a pitying look as Charlie marched over. She had no idea what Jason could want on a Friday afternoon. Come to think of it, shouldn’t he on his way to pick up Ms. Shanks-a-lot?

“Please take a seat.” He gestured to the stained chair.

“I’ll just stand, if that’s okay.”

Jason glared, unamused. “Sit. Down. Ms. Bock.”

She slinked down to perch on the edge. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. Charlie chewed on her lip.

“There’s no easy put it, but this,” He gestured his hands between them, “isn’t working out.”

Charlie stopped fidgeting. “What?”

“I’m saying your services are no longer required.” Jason almost smirked. Hot tears threatened to stream from her eyes. She balled her hand into a fist in her lap.

“Can you give me a reason why you are firing me? Because last I checked I had the highest win rate of any associate.” she demanded.

Jason steepled his fingers. “Your employment at Legal Aid is at will, so I am under no obligation to provide an explanation. I expect your keys on my desk by 5 and your desk cleared out.”

Charlie nodded. Jason reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Charlie.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her knuckles. Her stomach turned. “Even though this has not ended the way you hoped, I would like to remain friends.” His mouth widened into a jagged smile reminding Charlie of Heath Ledger’s Joker.

“Uh, sure. I’ve got to go clean out my desk.” she choked out.

Elise wrapped her arm around Charlie and only then did she allow her tears to fall.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Elise commiserated, running her nails in circles on Charlie’s back. “We are here for you.”

“Thank you.” she sniffled. Charlie grabbed an empty banker’s box and packed up what little personal items she had. A funny bobblehead of Spock from Star Trek. A framed quote and few other knick knacks plus three books stashed in her bottom drawer.”

“Remember to tell Ms. Mason to show up at Municipal Court on Tuesday. And the Fisher response is due on the 13th.” Charlie continued to rattle off tasks.

“We got it, sweetie.” Marie comforted her, rubbing her shoulder. “Listen, you head out early to Sullivans and we will wrap up here. Drinks on use”

“Okay.” Charlie wiped her cheeks. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you two!”

They squeezed Charlie tight. “Probably be dating Richard the Serial Dater.”

That earned a laugh from Charlie. That laugh was the only good thing that day.

Charlie, beyond buzzed but not sloppy drunk, stumbled to her front steps. Her shoes in her hand and jacket over her forearm. The harsh light of reality would sting tomorrow. Unemployed and precious little savings loomed. But tonight she would revel. The sound of leaves crunching brought reality back into semi-focus. A figure stepped into view.

“Jason?” Charlie squinted to make out the shape of her boss, ex-boss in the shadows. “How do you even know where I live? I never told you.”

“Personnel files.” Jason sneered. He swayed on his feet. You were not the only who had imbibed that night.

“I thought those were confidential. Why are you here?”

“I always keep an eye on my girls.” He ran his fingers along Charlie’s arm. She vomited in her mouth a bit. “Come on, let’s party. You, me and a hotel room in Cambridge.”

“She’s not your girl.” A drawn out English accent called out. Adam stepped out to grab Charlie’s shoulders.

Jason looked Adam up and down, sizing him up. “Hey buddy, isn’t it a little early for Halloween?” Adam rolled his eyes. “Come on Charlie.” Jason reached for her hand but she jerked away, pressing herself against Adam’s chest. His arms wrapped around her.

“Who do you think you are, Ozzy? Her boyfriend?” Jason took a step forward and Adam tucked Charlie between him.

“I’m the landlord, asshole. And I believe the lady has indicated she’s not interested. I suggest you leave now, before I get angry.”

Jason danced in mock fear. “Oh, what are you going to do to me, pretty rocker boy, sing me to death?”

Jason reached around Adam to grab Charlie. With those lightning reflexes, Adam snatched Jason’s wrist and twisted it back until she heard the sickening sound of cracking bones. Charlie stumbled to the bushes and heaved up the contents of her stomach.

Jason cradled his broken arm, screaming in agony.

“Come near her again and I’ll break something more important.” Adam threatened cooly.

“Come near her again and I’ll break something more important.”

Jason crawled and Adam picked up Charlie by the waist cradling her against him as they walked to his apartment.

The door slammed, and Charlie slumped on the couch. Adam filled a glass of water from the tap and shoved it into her hand. He paced the floor in front of her.

“Who the fuck was that?” Adam stood, hands balled into fists. “Answer the question.” he demanded.

Charlie broke down into tears. “My boss, ex-boss. Jason.” she spit out the words between garbled sobs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he would be here. He shouldn’t even know my address!”

Charlie’s head fell into her hands. She just repeated “sorry, so sorry” over and over. Adam winced knowing his harsh words had sent her into a tailspin. He sat beside Charlie, his hand hovering over her knee before landing next to her on the velvet couch.

“I shouldn’t have spoken so harshly. Drink.” He lifted the glass to your lips. “How long?”

Charlie took a long draw of water before returning the glass to her lap. “How long what? I wasn’t dating him?!” She shuddered, her senses returning.

“How long have you been out of work?”

“Oh…” she sniffled again. Adam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Today.”

Adam blinked not knowing what to say. Charlie broke the silence after draining the glass and placing it on the one clear area on the table.

“I’ll see myself out.”

“You could stay here tonight.” he blurted before he realized what he was saying. Charlie stay here? He wondered. Would his libido survive?

“No. I don’t want to disturb your…” she waved a hand over scribbled sheet music and other notes written in Adam’s unintelligible handwriting. “… work.”

Charlie chewed on her lip as she lingered in the room. She didn’t want to stay the night in her apartment alone. Not for fear of Jason. Just the fear of the all-consuming silence and loneliness. And anyone’s company, even a brooding vampire with a penchant for funeral music was better than the alternative.

“I insist. You can take the bedroom. I would feel better if you stayed.” Charlie’s cheeks flushed, her hands twisting at the ends of her curls, a wild halo around her head. He wanted to run his fingers through them, getting caught up in the twists. Adam cleared his throat. “I mean I would hate to come up at night should that reprobate return.” He covered.

“I can’t take your bed. The sofa is fine.” She patted the cushion.

Adam shook his head. “I’ll be up all night composing. I’ll find you something to wear.” He left the room.

“That really isn’t necessary. I have…” He returned with an oversized t-shirt. “… clothes upstairs.”

“Here. It’s clean.”

“Thank you.” She ducked into the bedroom. “For everything.” she whispered the last two words.

The shirt was soft and came down to the middle of Charlie’s thighs. She put her clothes in a neat pile in the corner. She inhaled Adam’s scent on the shirt. Sandalwood, and musk, and something that was like men’s cologne from another century. She pulled back the dark sheets. She was asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

“Fuccck meee.” Charlie moaned as her head felt as though Athena herself was attempting to escape. She blinked her eyes open to find a dark unfamiliar room. Surely, it can’t still be night. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she realized this was not her bedroom.

“What the—” She attempted to sit up but was weighed down.

Whoever was beside her groaned. She remembered the night in snatches. Lots of drinks, Jason. Oh fuck, Adam. She retched at the sight of Jason’s arm snapping. And then falling asleep. In Adam’s bed. In his shirt. Panicking, her hands smoothed over her body. Panties in place.

“Well, that is at least one awkward conversation we can avoid.” she muttered to herself.

Again she attempted to sit up but Adam’s arm pulled her tight against him. It relieved her he was wearing pants, choosing to ignore what she noticed pressing against her backside. Charlie laid there for several minutes, wondering whether Adam was that strong, she was that weak, or when you became a vampire, you weighed a cubic ton.

Adam huffed as he rolled onto his back releasing her from his grip. She scrambled to her feet before he entrapped her again. She smiled at the glass of water on the nightstand, left by Adam at some point last night. Charlie scrambled across the room to grab her clothes. She glanced at Adam’s sleeping form. The way his taut muscle twitched at the slightest movement. It was impossible to ignore how the sheets tented unnaturally around his crotch. Charlie giggled when her foot connected with something hard and sharp sticking out from underneath the bed.

“What the—?” she questioned rubbing where her knee came down hard on the unforgiving floor.

It appeared to be a mini fridge. The door flipped open. Charlie moved to shut it when she saw the metal canisters like the one from the weekend before. She gasped. This must be Adam’s stash. There was only one canister in the fridge.

Charlie wondered when he would get some more. She closed the fridge and tucked it out of the way under the bed. She grabbed her clothes from the corner when Adam called out.

“Charlie!”

She spun to see if he was awake, ready to chastise her for sneaking out. But his eyes were squeezed shut, his face marred as his brows furrowed. As she tried to determine the reason for him calling out her name when her eyes widened when she realized Adam’s eyes weren’t the only part of his body being squeezed. It may have been awhile since she had shared a bed with a man but Charlie could tell Adam was stroking himself underneath the sheets. While calling out her name. She gathered her things in a hurry and bolted up the interior stairs, slamming the door behind her.

“Shit!” Charlie slammed the laptop closed. She rose and paced the living room. “Shit… shit… shit.. FUCK!”

Charlie couldn’t make rent at the end of the week. No matter how much she scrimped and ate ramen, the numbers wouldn’t add up.

“Fuck this!” She cursed at not saving more. “I’m going to have to sell a kidney or some… thing.” Charlie snapped her fingers and reached for the phone. “Scathingly brilliant idea.”

The person on the other line picked up.

“Hello? I was wondering if you had any appointments for today.” A pause. “Great! I can be there in thirty minutes. Perfect!”

Charlie threw on a pair of ratty jeans and Boston Red Sox hoodie then grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Adam woke up in bed that evening. The one problem: he didn’t remember falling asleep there. What he did remember was telling Charlie to take the bed. And then him passing out on the sofa. But here he was, in bed, no Charlie and his hand sticky.

“Fuck.”

He flashed on that fucking sweater again. And Charlie’s tits bouncing. While on his cock. He hoped Charlie had been asleep through all that. Now he was hungry. Adam fished around until he found the mini fridge. One canister left. And at least three more weeks before his connection returned from vacation.

He would need to source out another connection. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He poured out a carefully portioned serving, smaller than usual and drank with fervor. All these sex dreams were taking a toll on him.

It was late on Sunday evening when Charlie knocked on Adam’s door. He answered like usual, shirtless, bathrobe, hair mussed in a dangerously sexy fashion. Charlie fiddled with the folded piece of paper in her hands and smoothed out the dark green sweater. It was identical to violet one. Jesus Christ, Adam swore in his mind, how many of those infernal sweaters does this woman have?

“We need to talk.” She moved to step into the apartment but Adam held out his arm.

“If this is about Friday night, I can—”

“Not it’s about… wait about Friday night?” Charlie narrowed her eyes at Adam.

“Unimportant.” He lied. “What did you need to talk about?”

She took a deep breath. “So you remember how I lost my job on Friday?”

Adam tilted his head. “And?”

“I’m not going to be able to make rent.” the words spilled from her mouth. She glanced up at Adam, a flicker of something crossed his face. Charlie wasn’t sure if it was sadness, disappointment, or relief. It was gone as soon as it appeared.

“I’ll be sad to see you go. If there was any way to make this work…” Inside, Adam was a tangled mess. On one hand, he hated to see Charlie leave. As far as zombies go, there were worse options. On the other hand, he go could back to a quiet existence with little to no sex dreams involving low cut sweaters.

Charlie stopped him from shutting the door. “I might have a solution to both our problems.”

Adam huffed. “I don’t have any problems.” He crossed his arms.

“You’re looking awfully gaunt, Adam? And not in that cool I’m-a-rock-star-I-live-on-cigarettes-and-espresso gaunt. Are you eating okay?”

His eyes flashed. “My supply is fine. Now if you excuse me—”

“Liar.” Charlie retorted, not accusing but more of a statement of fact. “I found your stash the other day. One canister left. And by all appearances you would seem to be rationing. How long before your dealer,” Adam held up a finger in protest. “sorry, your source is back in town.”

She mirrored his stance, crossing her arms and giving that stare she reserved for asshole landlords in court. At the moment, it was appropriate.

“I’m waiting for an answer.” She tapped her foot.

“Too fucking bad.” Adam hissed.

Charlie sighed and uncrossed your arms. “Look, I need a place to stay and you need a reliable source of blood. All I am suggesting is an exchange. You get to feed on me and I get to stay in my apartment. It’s a win-win. It’s not like I am asking you to sleep with me.”

Adam stiffened at her last statement. She must be a mind reader.

“I don’t fuck zombies.”

“Good, I don’t fuck musicians.” She thought ‘any more’ to herself. “Now what do you say?”

“How do I even know that it’s safe you could have a disease or something wron—”

Charlie shoved the piece of paper at him. “I already went to the free clinic. They ran a full panel. Everything is clean and in normal range.”

“O negative.” Adam commented, licking his lips. “Your cholesterol is on the higher side of normal.”

“I’ll cut back on the fast food. Are you in or is it couch surfing for me and the local blood bank for you?”

Adam didn’t think it over long. He pushed the door open wide.

“Let’s discuss things further inside.”

Charlie stepped in with a smile on the outside and butterflies on the inside.

#adam #adam fanfiction #adam fanfic #adam angst #adam fluff #adam smut #only lovers left alive #only lovers left alive fanfiction #adam x ofc #the reluctants

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yaz-the-spaz · 4 years

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Hey yaz! I was just wondering your opinion on why you think Liam's mgtm would have him "date" a 17/18 yo. I dont follow m*ya at all and know p nothing abt her except that she is a model (?) and her dad is famous (?). I just feel like its weird they would pick someone a decade younger than him. My friends who arent 1d fans all have bad opinions abt him bc of this so like why do you think she was the choice? I understand publicity for her and stuff but just curious on what you think.

hey! i honestly think they just don’t care that much about the age aspect of it (and probably didn’t even consider the fact that the reaction would be so icky or maybe they did but just didn’t care), i think it’s mainly just the old/usual tried and true PR and Promo for an Up and Coming Model™ gimmick that they’ve done time and again (because they know it works. because they’ve done 867 times now and still the het side of the fandom manages to fall for it every time and swoon their idiotic asses off) and the age gap was just a secondary thing that they were maybe hoping ppl either wouldn’t pay much attention to or wouldn’t care about. apparently they didn’t learn their lesson from the way ppl reacted to him and c and the whole gross pedophilic predator aspect of that whole scenario (w/ the stories of her flirting and preying after liam since he was 14, etc. smdh). but as pretty much everything has shown, 1dhq (or whoever is running shit now) and the entertainment industry in general tends to always be about 42 5-10 years behind when it comes to being cognizant of general public changing sentiments over things. i mean just look at how many shows and movies from within the last couple of years are STILL portraying relationships between adults and underage teenagers and acting like that’s normal and perfectly acceptable (riverdale, pll, shameless, etc.). maybe in the early 2000′s no one was really batting an eye that much (cause it was so normalized on tv/in movies over all these decades that a lot of us didn’t really think too hard about it) but that shit certainly ain’t flying in post-MeToo era and yet...asshats still out here showcasing it.

and the same with representation i mean shows like glee and modern family were a game-changer for sure but it still took like 5-10 or so years after those shows’ inceptions for the rest of hollywood to get with the program and start putting more queer characters in their shows and movies and just generally engaging in more diverse representation on a whole (as far as race, religion, gender/gender identity, neurodivergence plus-sized, and handi-capable representation, etc. as well). hollywood/the industry in general has always been super slow to change and get on board with the progression of the rest of society, and super reluctant/resistant to change at that. i mean i know all this is only tangentially related but they are largely still fighting the rise of streaming services tooth and nail despite the fact that most of the big ones have existed now for around a decade. i have a friend who works in the music industry who’s talked to me in-depth about how much the big record companies are still remaining super set in their old dinosaur ways and insanely obstinate about changing their business methods in a way that would make much more sense with the direction of the market and the heavy skew towards free streaming because they just refuse to accept that the entire market has changed and is only gonna continue to change. but instead just wanna sit and wallow and try to force ppl to play by their old games in a way that just is not sustainable and very likely only gonna wind up losing them money and business in the long run. and ofc we see the same with politics.

it’s all just old dinosaurs who can’t let go of the way things used to be and we’re unfortunately seeing that all play out in a weird way with this whole let’s make liam date a teenager bit. whoever came up with it, whether it was her family or 1dhq or both or whoever, is clearly wayyy behind the times when it comes to public sentiment and either did not even foresee/consider all the ways this was gonna be digested in a largely super negative way by the public (and by extension blow back on liam in a super negative way), OR is so fame-hungry/money-hungry and so desperate to get this girl some attention that they just did not care at all how it would look or be received.

...or both. honestly i’d be very willing to bet it’s a little bit of both lol

anyway short story long the gate-keepers of every major industry in this country (and lbr, the world in general) can’t deal with the fact that their breed and their business models are rapidly going extinct or becoming obsolete. they can try all they want to force their old (gross) ideals and outdated business practices on an unwilling public but the fact of the matter it’s very likely only gonna end up biting them in the ass and having the exact opposite result than what they wanted.

(that or it’s a huge concerted negative campaign against liam that’s going swimmingly lol but that’s way too tinhatty and conspiratorial even for me and i highly doubt they would do all this and expend this much time, effort, and money into something that was purely meant for the purpose of sabotaging liam and nothing more, and that didn’t also in some way guarantee mutually assured gain in the form of promo for m and her family. this is compounded by the fact that liam’s very clearly spent the majority of the last two years being photographed almost exclusively with either her, or shady people in the business and fashion industries that also seemingly happen to have strong ties/connections to her father. that’s not a coincidence. this is clearly largely for her benefit. but - as what i’m sure is a nice bonus for whoever made the other end of the agreement on liam’s behalf - also doubles as a continued opportunity to perpetuate the already highly problematic public image liam has unfortunately been saddled with, as well ofc the usual perpetual bearding and closeting)

#fire-and-water-for-your-love #asks #my thoughts #liam #maya #laya #1dhq #public perception #public sentiment #entertainment industry #shitty promo #pr relationships #ugh sorry this got soooooo long lol

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Dragon Ball Z Movie 10: Broly -- Second Coming

The tenth DBZ movie premiered on March 12, 1994 at the Toei Anime Fair, after the airdate of Episode 220, and before 221. So presumably there was some kid in Japan who watched Dabura turn Piccolo and Krillin into stone, and then this movie, and then the episode where the Saiyans enter Babidi’s spaceship.

The original title was “Dragon Ball Z: Dangerous Rivals” or “Dragon Ball Z: Dangerous Duo! Super Warriors Never Rest.” When Funimation dubbed it in 2005, they simply named it “Broly -- Second Coming”, emphasizing that this is a direct sequel to Movie 8.

For my part, I didn’t wait for 2005 to see this movie. Cartoon Network had finished airing DBZ way back in 2003, and I was getting sick of waiting for Funimation to release the last few movies. I think Movie 8 and Movie 9 were released a year apart, to give you an idea. So I downloaded the fansubs of Movies 10-13 and watched those. I didn’t watch them in order, though, because 12 and 13 were of greater interest to me, and I was curious about 11 because I knew nothing about it. Turns out Movie 11 was the third part of the Broly trilogy, so I kind of goofed on that, but we’ll get into that later. If anyone from Funi! is reading this, rest assured that I legally purchased all four movies once they became available. As a matter of fact, I bought them again on Blu-Ray around 2009, and again in 2019 because your shithead streaming service doesn’t have them, and I can’t take screencaps from the Blu-Ray editions. So I think we’re more than square. Support the official release, kids!

So let’s cut to the chase. This movie is about Broly coming back to get revenge, kind of like how Movie 6 was about Cooler coming back after losing in Movie 5. The difference is that Movie 6 at least tried to explain how Cooler survived certain death in the previous film. Movie 10... doesn’t do this. At all. When we last saw Broly, Goku punched a big hole in his abdomen, and I’m pretty sure he exploded (!!) and then the planet they were fighting on got hit by a comet. Movie 10 just stone cold doesn’t care about any of that. It opens with a Saiyan spacepod drunkenly heading for Earth, and then it crashes on a mountain.

And here’s Broly, still glowing green and muttering about Kakarot. He’s badly hurt, but he looks a whole lot better than he did at the end of Movie 8. So I guess he just didn’t explode after all? How did he heal his wounds? Dd he heal himself, like Cell? Where did he get the pod? We only saw three spaceships on Planet New Vegeta in Movie 8. Paragus had a pod, as well as a larger ship, and Broly destroyed them both. Then there was the Capsule Corp. ship Piccolo used to join the battle, and all the good guys rode home on that.

To be fair, it would make sense for Paragus to have had a few extra spaceships handy, except the whole point of his scheme was to keep Vegeta (the prince) on New Vegeta (the planet) long enough for the comet to hit it and kill him. This is reflected in Paragus’ final scene in that movie, where he tries to make a run for it and leave Broly to die, and Broly catches him in the act. Paragus claims that he wanted them to leave together, but Broly knows that there isn’t enough room for them both in the pod, so Paragus’ betrayal is clear. The tragedy of the movie is that Broly kills Paragus, who he had once saved, and then he dies in the same trap that Paragus had intended for their enemies.

Only Broly didn’t die, because he’s here in Movie 10. There was a spare pod on the planet, and Broly somehow crawled into it and escaped before the comet hit. Then he rode it all the way to Earth, and somehow survived the trip. To be sure the only part of this that really adds up for me is that Broly wound up on Earth. Paragus planned to conquer it after killing Goku and Vegeta, so it makes sense that the coordinates would already be laid in. And Broly would want to go there, because he wants revenge on Goku.

But then the crater around the pod gets filled with water and freezes. How did Broly not drown? How did he not freeze to death?

I mean, I get that they were going for this Captain America thing, except they show the crater filling with water, and then they cut to Broly gasping for breath as the water freezes around him.

And here’s the title screen. Okay “A Pair in Peril” makes a lot more sense than “Dangerous Duo”. I never understood who the duo was supposed to be. Goten and Trunks? They’re hardly dangerous at all in this movie. But they are in danger, so maybe this is a big translation mixup.

The story picks up seven years later, with Goten, Trunks, and Videl gathering the Dragon Balls. Continuity-wise, I assume this movie was intended to be set after the Babidi crisis wrapped up. It couldn’t be set before the 25th Budokai, because Videl and Trunks hadn’t met yet, and they’re awfully chummy here. We never find out how Videl learned about the Dragon Balls. For that matter, how did Trunks and Goten know about them? I think Toei just assumed that they would find out about them eventually, which is fair.

The big thing that disqualifies this movie from canon (other than being a sequel to Movie 8, which also wasn’t canon) is that Videl doesn’t know very much about DBZ stuff yet. She can fly, and she know about ki, but she still doesn’t know about Super Saiyans, etc. But she gets a crash course in all of that over the next fifty episodes of DBZ, and by the time it’s all over this movie just wouldn’t make sense. The post-Buu Videl has seen Gohan and the others transform, she’s been on a Dragon Ball hunt and seen Shenron, and she’s died and come back to life. But no one knew all that would happen when Movie 10 was written, so they made due with what they had.

As far as wishes go, Videl just wants to see Shenron, while Trunks plans to wish for his own amusement park so he won’t have to wait in line for the rides. Goten wants to wish for infinite chocolate, and he hasn’t seen that gif on Tumblr yet.

One sidebar on their quest are these naturally forming crystals that Videl finds in the area near the final Dragon Ball. Trunks and Goten don’t care, and I’m not really sure why it’s supposed to matter. Videl remarks that the people who live in this place could make money off of the things, but their village looks very poor, so something doesn’t add up. And there is something afoot in the village but the crystals never seem to have anything to do with it.

The trio enters the village to check it out and maybe get some food, but they find a ritual human sacrifice taking place instead. This is sort of the same deal as Oolong’s first appearance waaayyyyy back in the Pilaf Saga, where the townsfolk would hand over a bride to Oolong to save their community. Only here, the monster is supposed to eat the girl instead of marrying her.

The sacrifices are organized by this dude, who never gets a name in the story. The subtitles call him “Prayergiver-sama”, and I think the dub called him a “Shaman”. The Dragon Ball wiki identifies him as Maloja, but I have no idea where that name came from. I’ll run with it, though, since I need to call him something.

Basically, the deal here is that things were pretty cool in this village until about seven years ago (hmm...) and then the climate became harsher, which apparently caused the emergence of some monster from the mountains. When the local wildlife became depleted, the beast started attacking the villagers, and Maloja convinced them that the only hope for their survival was to appease “the mountain god” with these human sacrifices.

Videl dismisses the whole thing as superstitious nonsense, which is kind of rich coming from a girl who used ki energy to fly to this place so she could summon a magic dragon. I mean, she’s right, but for all she knows Maloja’s plan is perfectly sound.

The kids offer to defeat the best and save the village from having to do any more child sacrifices. Specifically, Trunks demands Maloja’s ceremonial necklace as payment, which seems kind of random to me. There’s a big orange sphere on the front, so when I first saw this I assumed it was the Dragon Ball they were looking for, but that shows up later. Maybe it was originally intended to be a Dragon Ball in one of the early drafts and they ended up changing it but keeping Maloja’s design. But now you have Trunks asking for the thing for no apparent reason. Does he really like it, or is he just looking to humiliate Maloja by taking his stuff?

So their big plan is to hide in the buffet the villagers left for the beast, and then whenever it shows up to eat, they’ll jump out and kick its ass. Videl seemed to think she could handle this alone, but Goten and Trunks wanted to be there to see her get eaten, or so they say.

But the boys are hungry, and there’s food sitting right outside of this pot they’re in, so Trunks reaches out and swipes an apple. When Goten tries to do the same thing, Videl smacks him in the face, and then he starts throwing a tantrum.

Eventually, Videl gives up and hands Goten a roll or something to shut him up, because she’s worried that Goten’s cries will give away her trap. Trunks tells her that Goten was only pretending to be upset, and she fell for it. I don’t want to give the wrong impression here. I’m not big on this movie, but Goten and Trunks are pretty awesome. I love these little shits.

But Goten’s wailing has unintended consequences. Somehow Broly heard him from all the way up in the mountain. Even though he was unconscious. And submerged in a frozen lake. Sigh...

Of course, as we all remember from Movie 8, Broly was traumatized as a baby when he heard Baby Goku crying back on Planet Vegeta, and just being near Goku as an adult was enough to drive him into a murderous rampage. So it does kind of make sense for Goten’s crying to be the one thing that disturbs his hibernation.

Moreover, Goten’s cries also remind Broly of when Goku wrecked his shit in Movie 8, so if anything, Broly’s original trauma was compounded by the events of that movie.

So Broly busts out and goes on another rampage, right? Wrong, first we gotta wrap up this “beast” subplot. Turns out it was just a dinosaur the whole time, and Goten and Trunks kick its ass.

Then they... eat it? Savage. I thought Trunks was only trying to punish the dinosaur and scare it away, but unless the villagers had some other dinosaur already curing in their smokehouse, they must have killed it and brought it back here for the victory feast.

Ok, this place is called Natade Village. Good to know.

And Trunks has Maloja’s necklace. See, I’m pretty sure this guy didn’t have a name in Movie 10 or 11, because Trunks refers to him by the chant he was doing during the sacrificial ritual.

But by the next morning, Maloja’s at it again, begging for the mountain god’s favor, because there’s some other disturbance in the village, and when Videl goes to check it out, she runs into Broly.

And they just star throwing down. Okay, so here’s where the movie really starts to get stupid. I like both of these characters, but it makes zero sense to have them fight like this. Broly spends much of this movie in Super Saiyan 1, as opposed to his jacked up “Legendary” mode. But that’s still strong enough to kill Frieza with one blow. Videl just learned what ki was a month ago, so how on Earth is she able to survive a hit from Broly?

To be fair, Mr. Satan took a hit from Perfect Cell and survived, but I think it was clear that Cell had no interest in killing him, probably because he wanted to terrorize him later. But Broly’s a deranged lunatic. He never showed mercy before, and he’s even more unhinged now. Even if he wanted to spare Videl here, I don’t know if he’d have the self-control to hold back.

Then Goten and Trunks show up, and Broly immediately goes after them, because he notices Goten’s resemblance to Goku.

So you might be wondering, where the hell is Gohan during all of this? Well, the movie doesn’t know either. We just cut to him in some far-off location, and he senses Broly’s ki and heads off to investigate. Did he just not want to join Videl on this Dragon Ball hunt? That seems a bit weird.

As for Goten and Trunks, they seem to do okay on their own, at least starting out. Their attacks have no effect on Broly, but they’re agile enough to stay one step ahead of them, at least while they’re in their Super Saiyan form.

But then Broly starts using stronger attacks, and the boys quickly find themselves outclassed. They land in this abandoned mine, which I guess was for those same crystals Videl found earlier? This is never explained. Did the villagers operate this?

The thing is, Broly clearly has these boys dead to rights, but he never bothers to finish them off. This is the same problem I had with him fighting Videl. If Goten and Trunks are in base form, Broly should be way out of their league while he’s in SSJ1. And yet he keeps tossing them around like ragdolls, and they never die and he never bothers to try harder. Is he just screwing around?

So then he just starts walking menacingly towards them, and the boys notice the seventh Dragon Ball lying nearby, so they devise a hasty plan. Trunks moons Broly to distract him, while Goten grabs the Dragon Balls and wishes for Shenron to defeat Broly for them.

So there’s a few problems with that plan, but besides all of that, Goten loses the ball in a pile of spherical crystals in the mine, so it takes him a while to find it again. During his search, he stops to take a whiz.

Meanwhile, Trunks does surprisingly okay fighting Broly alone. I guess the conceit here is that Goten and Trunks can hold their own against SSJ1 Broly, but they lack the stamina to maintain the form the way Broly does.

Eventually he has to take cover in a cavern behind a waterfall, and I guess Broly can’t sense ki or he would have found him a lot more easily than this. While he waits for Broly to leave, Trunks considers how his father would react to him hiding like this. So where is Vegeta during all of this, anyway? I used to think this movie might have been set after his death against Buu, but that hasn’t even come close to happening yet in the anime, and I’m fairly sure the manga hadn’t gotten there either. Are we supposed to believe that Vegeta just doesn’t know this is going on? He sensed Trunks was in danger in Movie 9, and he showed up in Movies 6 and 7 without an invitation.

Look, if they just didn’t want Vegeta to be in the movie, that’s fine, but they should have at least explained why he isn’t here. It doesn’t make any sense for him to sit this one out, and I have a hard time believing he would have no idea that Broly’s running amok on Earth.

Anyway, Goten finally tries to make the wish, but nothing happens. I don’t know if he just isn’t summoning Shenron correctly or what. Goten decides that he needs to move the balls out of the cave so that Shenron will have more room to manifest, and I guess that makes as much sense as anything.

So that leaves Trunks in the same bind he was in before. Broly starts doing... whatever this is supposed to be. Seriously, was this the most lethal manuever he could come up with? Even if he’s trying to hurt Trunks before killing him, there’s got to be better ways to go about it. Besides, why did he let Goten leave a minute ago? He’s the one Broly really hates right now.

Also, this screencap gives us a good look at the scar tissue on Broly’s chest. This is maybe the silliest thing in the movie. I remember in the Budokai 3 game, there’s a mode with a Red Ribbon Army theme, and Commander Red is there to introduce it, and he has a little bandage on his forehead, covering up the spot where Staff Officer Black shot him. That was a cute little joke, but this is supposed to be somewhat serious. Goku ripped Broly open in Movie 8. The scar tissue runs all the way up to his clavicles for crying out loud, and we’re supposed to believe that it just healed over like a hangnail?

Anyway, Trunks breaks the hold by peeing on Broly, and no, that’s still not as dumb as Broly growing back half of his chest.

Broly finally gets fed up with the boys and tries to finish them off, and then Gohan finally arrives to save them. Gohan’s surprised to see they lasted so long against an enemy as terrible as Broly. No, it’s not that amazing, Gohan, this movie just really sucks.

He tries to fight Broly... in his base form. Why? Why would that be a good idea? Then Videl shows up and kicks Broly in the head. Okay, so here’s why this movie is stupid.

To me, the whole point of bringing Broly back was to show how he’d fare against Gohan as a Super Saiyan 2. Movie 8 couldn’t deliver on this idea because it was made before SSJ2 was introduced. Then Gohan dominated Cell as a Super Saiyan 2, and he did the same thing to Bojack in Movie 9. Broly only lost in Movie 8 because the Z-Fighters donated their power to Goku, which made him strong enough to turn the tide.

But in this movie, it’s seven years later, and Goku’s dead and Future Trunks is gone, so it’s basically up to Gohan, with a lot less backup. But that’s okay, because he’s a lot stronger than he was in Movie 8. Sure, he’s slacked off on his training, but he still knows how to turn into a Super Saiyan 2, so maybe that’s all he needs. And Broly’s been out of action for a while too, so maybe the playing field is more even than it looks. Of course, Gohan would have to win against Broly, or the movie couldn’t have a happy ending, but most of the battle would be this suspenseful thing. Both Broly and Gohan have forms that surpass Vanilla Super Saiyan, but which one is superior? That’s what this movie should have been about.

But instead, Toei tried to do the battle from Movie 8 all over again, only it doesn’t work because most of the guys who were in that fight aren’t here for this movie. Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, and Piccolo have been swapped out for Goten, Trunks, and Videl, and they can’t look credible against a monster villain like Broly. That’s why they spend most of the fight doing comedy spots with him, and that’s why Gohan has to skip the first leg of the battle, so that he can rescue them here. In Movie 8, that was Piccolo’s job, but Gohan has to do double-duty because there is no Piccolo this time around.

The whole fight strains Broly’s credibility. He has to be at Super Saiyan 1 most of the time just to keep it from looking too ridiculous, and even that’s pushing it too far. If Videl can kick this guy in the face, why was he ever a problem in the last movie? You had four Super Saiyans fighting him at the same time and they couldn’t do anything to him. This movie has Videl survive his attacks and Trunks peeing on him. What was the point of bringing Broly back if they were just going to make him look like a joke?

So then, finally Gohan turns Super Saiyan 2, prompting Broly to whip out his Legendary form. I’m pretty sure Toei recyled the animation from Movie 8, since Broly’s clothes aren’t tattered like they are through the rest of this movie. But whatever, we’ve finally gotten to the part that I wanted to see.

And Gohan still can’t win. I wouldn’t have a problem with Broly being stronger, but Gohan can’t even get in some decent offense, which is all I wanted out of this stupid movie. If I wanted to see Broly clobber Gohan, I could have just watched Movie 8 again. I realize that this is kind of Broly’s deal, but thewhole point of doing a sequel set seven years later is to change things up.

Is Gohan using Super Saiyan 1 or 2 in this movie? You never see the lightning arc around him, which is kind of the tell or SSJ2, but the movies seem pretty inconsistent about this. Personally, I think this looks like SSJ2, but it’s open to interpretation, to say the least. My thing is, why would Gohan not use his strongest form in this fight? He knows how dangerous Broly is, and it’s not like he can’t use SSJ2, so why wouldn’t he? And this should have been clarified in the movie. This is where another character should have said “He’s gone beyond the Super Saiyan, just like he did against Cell!” Or if he’s not using that form, then someone should have made that observation instead.

Likewise, no one knows if Broly is stronger or weaker in this movie than he was in Movie 8. If he can dominate a Super Saiyan 2 like this, then maybe he’s gotten stronger. His power was out of control seven years ago, so maybe now that he’s finally recuperated from his injuries, his ki is increasing again like before. Or maybe he just got a zenkai boost from Goku nearly killing him.

On the other hand, he might be weaker. Look how lethargic he was against Goten, Trunks, and Videl. Movie 8 Broly would have slaughtered them without a thought. Maybe Movie 10 Broly is still suffering from the beating he took, and that’s why it took so long for him to ramp up to his Legendary form. And while he is dominating Gohan, it’s still a one-on-one battle. Broly never had this much trouble against a single opponent before.

I’ve lurked on message boards where fans tried to argue both sides of this, and I used to have opinions on the matter, but now I realize that it doesn’t matter. We shouldn’t have to ask these kinds of questions, because it’s the movie’s job to communicate that information. Nobody had to ask how strong Broly was in Movie 8 because they showed us. Here, it’s ambiguous, because no one bothered to go into detail.

I mean, this shouldn’t be so complicated. Each movie villain is supposed to be stronger than the last, mainly because the heroes get stronger as the story progresses. Logically, Broly ought to be stronger in Movie 10 than he was in Movie 8, and the selling point should be that Gohan is stronger too, but will it be enough? And then it is enough, because that’s what the fans want to see.

The closest we approach to this is when Gohan escapes a hold by kicking Broly in the face. I think this is one of the few times Broly actually experiences pain from an attack. From here, Gohan realizes that he can beat Broly by luring him into a river of molten lava, which was brought to the surface by one of Broly’s prior attacks.

So it seems to work, but then Gohan passes out on a patch of land right as it’s about to get swallowed up by lava...

And then Piccolo shows up to rescue him. Well it’s about time.

Only it’s not Piccolo, it’s Krillin disguised as Piccolo. Okay, that’s cute and all, but why isn’t the real Piccolo here? This stupid movie would have me believe that Krillin was sitting at home, sensed Broly’s ki, went upstairs to get out his custom-tailored Piccolo costume, put it on, and flew out here, but Piccolo and Vegeta have no idea what’s going on? This is bullshit.

I don’t want to give the wrong impression here. I’m pleased with Krillin’s cameo here, but it just raises more questions than answers. Broly’s kind of a big deal, and this movie seems to revel in the notion that less than half the cast would notice if he showed up on Earth. Where’s Tien? Yeah, he probably wouldn’t be able to help much, but he’d be one more guy for Broly to knock around. It’d make more sense than having him fight Videl.

Anyway, Broly survived, because he has the same force field he used to survive Planet Vegeta’s destruction as a baby. For that matter, Gohan used a similar force field earlier, so maybe this shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to him.

So then Broly catches Gohan in a bearhug. Why are there restholds in a cartoon? Seriously, it’s like Broly suffered a career threatening neck injury after Movie 8, and he had to tone down his style so as not to aggravate it. Only that’s dumb because he’s an anime character who doesn’t exist. Just punch the kid already.

Then Videl wanders over and tries to help by throwing a crystal shard at Broly. Well, I can’t fault Videl for being all heart, but that’s not enough to save this turkey.

Broly swats it away, which gives Gohan an opening to escape. But why? Wouldn’t Broly just let the thing hit him? It’s not like it could hurt him anyway. This guy took a Kamehameha to the face.

So Gohan decides to end this now with a Kamehameha, and Broly decides to do the same with his.... Gigantic Meteor? Omega Blazer? Gleaming Sagitarius? The video games had all sorts of stupid names for Broly’s moves, even though they all look the same. This one is, “Toss some more green shit at things.”

So then we get to a halfway decent part of the movie. Goten runs over to help Gohan, and they do a beam struggle with Broly. Cool.

But it doesn’t look good, and in desperation, Goten prays to Shenron for help.

Then Goku shows up. Is this because Shenron heard Goten’s wish? That’s the general idea here, but the movie refuses to say for certain. What I do know is that Shenron never actually manifests to grant wishes. The Dragon Balls just glow, and then this happens.

Also, Goku doesn’t have his halo, so I have no idea what this means.

Meanwhile, Trunks gets up from wherever he’s been laying, and he fires one last ki blast at Broly, for spite’s sake. This turns out to intercept one of Broly’s attacks, which seems to give the Son family an opening. It’s basically like how Vegeta attacked Cell right before Gohan finished him.

Actually, now that I write all that out, this all seems pretty derivative. We saw a Father-Son Kamehameha in the Cell Games, and a lot of this “Goku returns to help” stuff was covered in Movie 9. Even so, I dig this version a little better, because Goten is here. I still would have preferred it if Gohan had just beaten Broly on his own, without all this overbooked nonsense.

So the triple-Kamehhameha manages to break through Broly’s bullshit armor and it sends him flying into the sun, just like how Cooler lost in Movie 5, only all this green crap spews out of Broly as he dies.

Then he explodes, and the blast comes out of the other side of the sun, so maybe that’s enough to finish him this time?

Then the sun turns green for a second, like it has to burn off the last vestiges of Broly’s Gary Stu ki.

After the fight, there’s no sign of Goku, although the Dragon Balls have scattered, indicating that a wish was granted. Then Videl starts questioning how Gohan beat Broly, and she chases after him, demanding a full explanation.

As the movie closes, the narrator asks how Goku appeared during the battle, but claims that no one can ever know for sure. That’s horseshit, frankly. We know how the Dragon Balls work, and we know they couldn’t bring Goku back to life, so none of what happened makes any sense. Goten didn’t even say the wish out loud. He just thought it and Shenron heard that? It’s dumb. You had the whole movie to explain these things, and you blew it on piss gags.

Oh, and Krillin’s still embedded in the rock where Broly hit him.

So yeah, this movie isn’t very good. Team Four Star ranked it near the bottom of the list of movies and specials, and they often talk about how everyone says Movie 11 is the worst, but they actually dislike this one more because it’s more boring. Personally, I think 11 is worse than 10, but I’d hate to live on the difference.

I’m pretty sure Movie 10 is the main reason people dislike Broly. That’s not to say that Movie 8 would be universally loved if Movie 10 weren’t around. But I think Movie 10 cemented a lot of the worst aspects of Broly’s character. He comes back, surviving what should be certain death, then he survives several other predicaments, and he just says “Kakarot” over and over again for the entire movie. The only other line he speaks is when Gohan gets ready to Kamehameha him, and he’s about to fire back. Otherwise it’s all grunts and “Kakarot!”

In Movie 8, the guy at least had a personality, even if it was twisted and cruel. In this movie, it’s like they were trying to imply that he suffered some sort of brain damage. It’s just so dull watching him fight. He moves like he’s in slow motion sometimes, and he never seems interested in actually defeating his enemies.

And this is a complete inversion of how they brought back Cooler in Movie 6. Remember Cooler? He came back as a cyborg with unlimited spare bodies, just so he’d be strong enough to cope with fighting Goku and Vegeta at the same time. Movie 6 is far from perfect, but at least it understood the need to raise the stakes. Movie 10 brought back Broly and took a bold step backwards.

But at least Broly was actually in this movie, and I think that at least puts it ahead of Movie 11. I’m not sure that should be the only criteria for rating Broly movies, but I think it should be a major one.

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #dbmovieliveblog #broly second coming #broly #goku #gohan #goten #trunks #videl #krillin #piccolo #well not really #maloja

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Young Justice Outsiders 14-16

After being on hiatus from January 25, we are back with the second half of the season! Spoilers for all three episodes under the read more, so read more at your own risk if you ain’t see it. ;)

Episode 14 Influence

First off, how many frigging voices is Zehra Fazal gonna do on this show? Halo, Cassandra Savage, Harper Row, and now Hawkwoman? Can we just get her, Khary Payton, Grey DeLisle, and Tara Strong together for a 4 man show? Seriously.

The League knows Gretchen Goode and her Goode Goggles are being used for the Meta-trafficking and finding new potential Metahumans. When Kaldur made a statment, Gretchen denied it, because bad guys always deny their actions. No surprise that she’s Granny Goodness. And oh yeah BIG BARDA BITCHES! We get the best of the Furies, wonderfully voiced by Grey DeLisle. I hope we see more of her.

Gar made the mistake of telling Goode that he knows and that’s going to bite him in the ass. It really is.

HALO IS NON-BINARY! Good for YJ to have a character like that. I mean, she’s a Mother Box’s spirit in a dead girl’s body, so she’s all sorts of confused anyway for who/what she really is. Now if we can get some LGBT rep (done better then other animated shows that have been on streaming services in the last couple of years please) the show would be perfect.

Artemis bringing up Wally and how they left the life behind and how he died still hurts. I really want them to bring Wally back. I know they probably won’t because of something I’ll touch on soon, but I want my boy back.

Dick’s team are now offically part of the Team, bringing that count up a few more. Wonder what Dick’s going to do now.

Before I jump into the next episode, I really want to touch on something I feel like the show’s going to do. Do not, for the love of GOD, do not put Artemis and Will Harper together. That is her brother-in-law goddamn it, even if Jade divorced his ass and she’s disappeared. She’s helping him with Lian and that’s it. Do not put them together. It is not right, and it’s clear she’s still hurting over Wally. DO NOT MAKE THIS A THING (even though I have a ship name for it and I am not proud of it. RedStripe is what I coined back in the first half....)

Episode 15: Leverage

Poor Gar, with the fallout of the last episode, was made to do one take for his not-Star Trek show 52 times. Nice little nod to the New 52 with that, and the theme of 16 throughout the show comes back with “Episode 316, take 16″ at the start.

Tigress, Halo, Terra, Brion, and Gar have to go to Russia to find out information on a secret base building basically Halo Spartans (thanks Kate for taht idea in my head <3) and end up running into Black Manta, Monsueir Mallah, and Captain Boomerang, Amanda Waller’s Suicide Squad. THe Squad gets their asses kicked by the Russain superteam and they let Gamma Squad take them back to Belle Reve. (Halo died again. Girl you are becoming Kenny from South Park.)

We get M’gann and Dinah working in the Taos Meta-Human Outreach Center where we find Livewire and Mist from back in Episode 8. A new girl, Wendy Jones/Windfall is introduced, and she accidentally loses control of her powers and almost kills Livewire, Mist, and Eduardo.

We get a flashback to Gabrielle Daou, Halo’s body, before she was killed taking money from Henchy and unlocking a door to let an assassin in back in Markovia, the same assassin that killed Brion’s parents. She says “They must never know.” and I can feel this having a big impact later on down the line. I really feel bad for her now. Getting flashes of her previous life and knowing it was her fault her boyfriend’s parents are dead. Poor girl.

Episode 16: Illusion Of Control

Thanksgiving episode! All the food in this one made my ass hungry.

Hardware setting Dr. Jace up with a lab is awesome. Girl needs to work. I’m kind of wondering what she’s doing with Halo’s hair from back on Halloween, but I hope we get to see that outcome later.

Nice little carnival for the Meta-Human Outreach Center, even if it was ruined by Psimon. Peridta’s a badass, dude, kicking “Vertigo” in his berries and then punching Psimon in the face. I love her and want more!

Paula, Artemis’ mother, is trying to push her daughter to be with Will. NOPE! 100% out if they do that crap. Yes, Lian needs a mother, but she has one in Paula’s other daughter. Do not put them together. It is a bad idea. I’d rather have SeaArrow then RedStripe (yes, i’m still calling it that).

We all know Tara is going to be set up as a traitor since they’re most likely doing Judas Contract in here at some point. That’s going to mess Brion up knowing that his sister’s a traitor.

We’re on one episode a week until the end of August when we get the final 3 episodes. Let’s hope SDCC gives us some good news about a possible Season 4!

#Young Justice Outsiders #Young Justice

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Peaky Match Quiz: Written Version

EDIT (11/13/18) FORGET THIS! A way easier version, a full one-stop shop, is right here. I guarantee it’s faster easier and more beautiful than the stuff below.

Please remember to write your answers down! (For example, bbacebbdaebaccecdeaa.) At the end of the quiz, you’ll have to submit them to get your match number!

1. What WWI-era job did you have?

a) nurse

b) soldier

c) translator

d) diplomat

e) spy

2. Big spoon or little spoon?

a) big spoon most of the time

b) little spoon most of the time

c) either one is good

d) I’d rather not sleep with anyone

e) that’s a false binary, hoe

3. If you could, what would you splurge on?

a) a new bike

b) a massive bookshelf

c) a music streaming subscription

d) a canoe

e) a walk-in closet

4. Let’s say your ship goes down and you’re rationing food for the people left on your small lifeboat. You have one extra piece of food. Who do you give it to?

a) my cousin

b) the youngest person there

c) the oldest person there

d) I assign it randomly, leaving it to luck

e) give??? that’s MY food

5. What action movie character are you?

a) the hero, blam blam

b) he hero’s ex, who has moved on and made a fabulous life for themselves

c) the wise old sage that everyone goes to for life advice, love, and the occasional asskicking

d) the cutie/sidekick that sacrifices themselves to save the world

e) the tech cutie with the laptop that gets to drink as much coffee as they want

6. Who’s your favorite Greek god?

a) Athena, goddess of wisdom & strategy, grey eyes aesthetic, and getting all As

b) Aphrodite, goddess of hoes, lovers, and hoe lovers, judging nobody, and looking good as fuck with seashell-braided hair

c) Hades, god of keeping a VERY LONG grudge, death/the underworld, and ‘I wish that people wouldn’t die because I hate spending time with them’

d) Artemis, goddess the forest, ace lesbian separatism, and tearing creeps apart w/ her good doggos

e) Dionysus, god of a l c o h o l, parties where literally everyone’s invited, and fuckwit tomfoolery

7. There’s a bar fight. What’s going on?

a) I don’t know and I don’t care.

b) me, bitch! I don’t even know how but I’m out here and I’m having a great time

c) I started the fight but I’m standing over in a corner watching for the fun of it

d) protecting my little brother went a lil too far

e) I’ve studied everyone here and I can make significant money off betting who’ll win

8. What is your supervillain origin story?

a) A lot of bad shit happened to me and nobody seemed to care, so I figured I’d get revenge.

b) Like Robespierre, I wanted equal rights for everybody, and like Robespierre, I got a lil too enthusiastic with the guillotine.

c) I thought I could do a better job of running things than those in power…and I was right.

d) My best friend got into supervillainy recently, and damned if I’m gonna let them go it alone.

e) I was born for this fucking role. Being evil is FUN.

9. Tell me about your pet.

a) My horse is short and sturdy and it can carry me all across the country.

b) My cat is super old and kind of blind, so I guide it around outside on a leash, but it’s cuddly af.

c) My dog is big enough to guard me when I walk around at night.

d) My fish breed fast and are really tasty. (What? I’M A HUNGRY HOE)

e) My puppy is a so smart, I’m currently training it to fetch the newspaper.

10. Choose a journey to take.

a) Caribbean island trip w/ bae

b) service/learning trip to rural Vietnam w/ a bunch of friends

c) whole family in a bunch of mountain cabins, Alberta, Canada

d) London, UK by myself

e) Cape Town, South Africa for the culture with the cool cousins

11. In a fantasy AU, what magic talisman helped you gain power?

a) the amulet of persuasion

b) the sword of savagery

c) the elixir of love

d) the tome of wizardry

e) the majesty of a swift kick to the ass

12. Pick a classic imagine.

a) hurt/comfort, and y/n is doing the comforting

b) hurt/comfort, and y/n is the one that got hurt

c) y/n and y/n’s significant other go off to war together

d) y/n’s significant other returns from war

e) y/n makes their significant other “feel good” *smirk emoji*

13. What’s a vice of yours?

a) selfishness

b) anger

c) laziness

d) self-righteousness

e) greed

14. What’s a virtue of yours?

a) selflessness

b) patience

c) empathy

d) bravery

e) honor

15. Which Fuck You Tommy moment do you feel most deeply in your soul?

a) Tommy: “The gin?” May: “Too sweet.”

b) Ada: “Do you know how unfair it is that you’ve got four Bugattis when half the country’s starving?”

c) Tommy: “May I smoke?” Linda: “No.”

d) Polly: “Do you know, it was a fine speech you made in there, about this company believing in equal rights for women. But when it comes to it, you don’t listen to a word we say.”

e) Tommy: “If you ever talk about getting lost again, I will cut you from this family.” Esme: “What family?”

16. What’s your free time OTP?

a) knitting & gossiping (read: talking shit)

b) rugby & casual homosexualité

c) cooking & harvesting compliments from guests

d) writing & astral projecting

e) riding horses & becoming one with the earth

17. Pick a knife.

a) swiss army knife

b) penknife

c) butter knife

d) stiletto knife

e) hunting knife

18. What’s one key moment from your relationship with your partner?

a) I was inspired by them to find a cure for a deadly disease, saving thousands, and it was hella romantic

b) I shared my deepest darkest secrets with them through my art and it was hella romantic

c) I proposed to them by using every member of my family holding up cue cards at appropriate moments and it was hella romantic

d) I killed a [insert Immigrant Ethnicity™ here for Maximum Peaky Accuracy] for them and it was hella romantic

e) we rickrolled their grandma and skeedaddled with all the Inheritance Cash and it was hella romantic?

19. Pick a song from 2018.

a) NFWMB by Hozier

b) breathin by Ariana Grande

c) Apeshit by Beyoncé and Jay Z

d) Geyser by Mitski

e) 0 to 100 / The Catch up by Drake (*it’s from 2015 but I’m tired)

20. What’s the mood, babe?

a) country boyyy, I love you

b) THIS BITCH EMPTY, YEET

c) today’s forecast, we can clearly see, is somebody got me fucked UP. fucked UP.

d) pronos and froo-aights and coricles. penapeeples. papaYEAH? banaynays. cantalapoops. shampaganay manjuice. WHAT the…??

e) hi I’m Jared I’m 19 and I never learned how to fukcin read

Great job! Submit your answers (for example, bbacebbdaebaccecdeaa) HERE and I will run the program that evaluates your answers and let you know your match number!

Once you have your match number, you can find it in this masterlist and find out which Peaky characters you’re most compatible with!

#Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Peaky Match #Peaky Blinders Quiz #Mine

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Lemonade

Dorian is outwitted by a child and his lemonade stand.

With a bit of swagger and the occasional waft of his hand, Dorian was able to ignore the unseemly glisten of summer sliding down his back. Or so he assured himself as he walked down the picturesque sidewalk of your average suburban neighborhood. A few adults stood outside, waving hoses haphazardly at flowerbeds, but for the most part the day was owned by children.

One of which was refusing to let him pass.

"Hey, hey mister," the scamp shouted, both hands waving for Dorian from behind a card table. A white poster board, glowing under the striking sunlight, bore the advertisement that this was a Lemonade Stand which Dorian, unfortunately, had to walk in front of to get to his destination.

Trying his best to ignore the child's pleas for attention, Dorian managed to make it halfway past, when the kid shouted, "Come on! Cool, refreshing lemonade! You know you want a glass! It's for a good cause!"

"And what, pray tell, would that be?" he turned, curiosity holding him in place.

Before Dorian finished his pivot, the boy was already fishing out a red plastic cup from the stack under his chair. Beside him sat a girl in pigtails, at best four to five years old. She was busy coloring instead of diving into this business endeavor -- probably management then.

"All the money we make, see, it's gonna go to this thing. Uh, good thing..." their little salesman was losing his pitch fast, all his attention on pouring a thin stream of pale-yellow liquid into the cup. "Here!" he finished, shoving the cup at Dorian.

"I never said I intended to buy any. I was only asking what the money was earmarked for."

"But," the kids eyes drooped, his lips snapping right to crying, "but I got it for you. Poured it. Special made by me and my sister. Why won't you buy it?"

Fasta vass! The tears were coming quick and on command. Last thing he needed were people wondering about him. Groaning, he fished into his pocket. "How much? A quarter?"

"One dollar, please!" the tears vanished in an instant, replaced by a grubby hand clawing through the air.

"An entire dollar? For a single cup of lemonade? That's highway robbery!" Dorian froze, not about to bow down to a child's whims.

"But, but, it's already here. In the cup. Melting." And like that the waterworks were back, quite a few curious adults peering over at the strange man making a child cry. Damn it.

Snarling, he slapped a dollar into the kid's palm. "It can't be melting, it's liquid," he muttered even while taking the cup and nestling it to his chest. The entrepreneur folded his hard-won dollar up and began to stuff it into a lockbox under his chair, when he paused.

"You gonna drink it or what?"

Not particularly. Still... Placing the lip of the cup against his mouth, he let just a smidgeon wash against his tongue. Sweet Maker, did they throw an entire bag of sugar into this? With pinched eyes he smiled and said, "Yes, very tasty."

"And refreshing!" the boy shouted, trying to wave more people to his stand.

"Quite," Dorian gasped, dashing off to the house he wanted, which was conveniently two down from the lemonade stand. He was about to head up the trimmed walk to knock, when he heard the blaring of machinery from the side. Drifting over, Dorian stood with the cup of lemonade in his hands while watching a glorious man bent clean over.

With a whirring tool well in hand, he sliced through a thicket of weeds sending them splattering against the house's outer wall. Sweat glistened against those tan biceps flexing to a stretch, drawing Dorian's eye from the prodding veins up to the shoulders and down the sculpted scapulas. After that, they vanished under a cheap man's undershirt completing the gardener-hard-at-work look.

The weed attacker fell silent, the gardener's tool tumbling to the side as he drew a taut forearm against his forehead and swiped the sweat free. Crystal blue eyes opened and he smiled, "Dorian."

"I did not expect to find you getting down into the dirt," Dorian smirked, crossing closer to the man reeking of the sun, hard work, and pulsing testosterone. He thought himself a fan of clean sheets, air conditioning, and showered bodies. But finding him with cheeks flush from exertion, body glistening in sweat, and muscles aquiver as they waited for a new challenge Dorian's viewpoint was rapidly altering.

"What's that?" he pointed. A crude remark flared in Dorian's brain, but he swallowed it as he realized the gesture was to the cup in his hands and not lower.

"Ah, for you," Dorian said, stepping closer. The wind rustled through his love's hair smelling of clipped grass, summer heat, and that sandalwood shampoo he'd often find on his pillows come morning.

Reaching over with the cup, Dorian placed it in his love's gloved hands and smiled, "Some lemonade, to help you cool down."

"Thanks," he tipped it back, swallowing the gift fast despite the cloying sweetness. After wiping off the side of his lips, his Amatus smiled wickedly, "Though, I thought you were only ever here to heat me up."

Nipping his own bottom lip, Dorian's fingers rolled over his love's waist. The flimsy cotton, drenched from so much hot work, slipped upward revealing a tempting line of abdominals that looked as if they needed a good tongue bath. Hungry, Dorian swept his palm up his love's back, the muscles beginning to tremble as he pulled himself tighter to the man.

"I happen to come with many services," Dorian whispered, his eyes awash in the crystal blue before him.

"That so?" his love smiled, tender fingers brushing against Dorian's cheek before cupping against his waist. "I'm not certain if I can afford them."

"I suppose I can cut you a deal, just this once," Dorian said before diving for those wry lips that melted at his touch. Leather gloves roamed up his spine, as he took his chance to dig into the hot flesh under his love's flimsy tank top. Images of watching his love dressed in nothing but a g-string as he mowed that back lawn flitted through Dorian's mind. As the heat of their kiss increased, they transformed to what the two of them could do on a riding lawnmower -- the rumble of its engine aiding them greatly.

His hungry hand began to slide from cupping his love's bountiful ass forward towards the stick shift when a peppy voice shouted, "Hey! Hey Mister!"

Both men sprung apart, turning to find that cursed lemonade salesman peering in at them. Oh Maker, he must have seen them kissing. Which he could tell the other adults around here. Dorian risked glancing to his fretting love a second before honing in on the child. What would he do? Shout for help? Cry for a parent to save him? Get them banished? Start throwing stones? Anything seemed possible.

Raising his hands high in the air, the child exposed another red cup and his trusty pitcher. In his best salesman voice he shouted, "Do you wanna buy a glass for your boyfriend?!"

#dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor #dragon age summer #dragon age inquisition #fanfic #lemonade #cute and sweet

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chapter 1, section 3: nick’s pov

Rider walked towards me, accompanied by the tangy scent of faint cigarette smoke, a swagger in his step and a shit-eating grin on his face—I knew what that meant. "Put someone in the Crawlspace?" Almost like I could read minds, ha-ha. When I knew him so well, I didn't need to.

He nodded. "Conrad. You know him, right?"

An image of a boy with untidy black hair and Coke-bottle glasses flashed across my mind. "I'm familiar with him, yes." After he'd caused so much trouble, who wasn't? "What for?"

"Rude hand gestures during services." His face darkened. "I thought he should've been put in a jacket for that, but the Reverend said no. Said he's the type that'd squeal."

I shrugged. Conrad probably would squeal, if pushed far enough, but he was also smart enough to know that if he let the cat out of the bag, his little victory would only last about three hours—Carlson would squirm out of trouble like he always did, and Conrad would have hell to pay. Nothing threatened the well-being of Carlson's Home for Troubled Boys, which was a nifty way to get extra money from the state and evade taxes, but more importantly, no one smeared the name of famous (but retired) televangelist Gary Carlson.

With one last glower at nothing in particular (he looked like he was scowling at the floor, but I couldn't tell), Rider asked, "You know where Sonny Sawyer is?"

"Probably upstairs like everyone else. Why?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies."

"Do you need my help?"

"Yes."

"Then I'd like to know what we're doing."

Revenge kindled in his eyes, and that was answer enough. I could've found out for myself, but I seldom ventured into the mind of Rider Kerrigan: it was a dark, desolate place, barren save for flashes of crimson anger and rosy pride. Most of the other boys' mentalities weren’t much better—blank slates, desert landscapes with occasional signs promoting Gary Carlson and billboards with Bible verses on them, and every now and then a Spiderman funnybook or a pin-up girl for good measure—but I avoided Rider's mind if I could help it. "He called me an arrogant bastard while he was waiting in the breakfast line, and I'd like to pay him a visit. You know, tell him he hurt my feelings."

"That's all I wanted to know. We might check his bunk first."

We headed upstairs and opened the door to Sonny's dorm—there he was, lying on his cot, reading his Bible. I tried to swallow, but my throat was coated with sludge. Sonny wasn't doing anything wrong, everyone was entitled to their opinion, and frankly, I agreed with him, at least when it came to Rider; however, now was not the time to make waves, so I could only obey when Rider said, "Nick, shut the door and stand in front of it."

Sonny looked up; his face lit with fear and darkened with suspicion at the same time, and I felt his mood go from equilibrium to dark wariness. "Rider? Why are you here?"

"Get up, Sonny."

"Why-"

"Get up, Sonny."

Sonny climbed down from his bunk, standing next to the ladder leading up to his cot, staring at Rider like a rabbit staring at a hungry rattlesnake ready to strike.

Rider took a step closer; Sonny swallowed and checked the impulse to take a corresponding step back. His mind was a blur of fear and resentment, but mostly fear, panic so chaotic and primal I couldn't even read it—it was only colors, black and blood red and deep purple. It was so strong I could taste it: sour, like bad wine.

"Earlier today, in the breakfast line. Did you call me a bastard, Sonny?" Rider’s voice was quiet, sinuous: a sure sign of trouble.

"I-"

"Did you or did you not?"

"Well-"

"Did you or did you not?" He wasn’t quiet anymore. The other boys were in their rooms reading their Bibles like Sonny had been, but Rider didn’t care about being heard—he was top dog, and with Carlson here he could do no wrong. Everyone knew that, him most of all.

"I- I guess."

In a split second, Rider had Sonny by the collar of his shirt, pressed against the wall. "Nick, make sure no one comes through that door."

"Aye-aye, captain," I muttered as I fought not to throw up. Over the three years I'd been here under Rider's command, I'd always managed to keep my food in my stomach, at least until after Rider had finished and I could excuse myself to the restroom. Part of it was determination that I wouldn't debase myself like that in front of him, but part of it was also that if someday I just couldn't help it, Rider might kill me after he finished with whatever kid he was terrorizing. All I had to do was wait ten minutes—then he'd be downstairs in the registration office sleeping and I could toss my cookies without interruption.

"I'll teach you to call me a bastard," Rider grunted, and drew his fist back; I looked down, uneager to see anything that might provoke my already-rebellious stomach, and heard a dull crunch. Sonny screamed. His nose was broken—that crunching noise, like someone biting into a super-jumbo-size ice cream cone, couldn't mean anything else. I swallowed the bile in my throat and kept my gaze on the floor.

Sonny was crying—I didn't blame him, but the sound annoyed Rider. "Shut up with that goddam crying and clean up this mess. I mean, damn, Sonny, you got blood all over the Christ-forsaken floor." He turned and caught my eye and winked—the snakepit in my stomach writhed. "You can move now, Nicky, we're done."

I stepped aside and opened the door, fighting the urge to kick Rider in the ass as he walked into the hallway—the urge would pass after I'd retched, like it always did. One of these days, though, it wouldn’t—one of these days he'd go too far.

I looked at Sonny—he was cupping his bleeding nose, eyes still streaming, and looking at me like he couldn't understand me. In his mind he wondered why I stuck with Rider, why I never stuck up for anyone, why I stayed quiet about things like this. Since I didn't have an answer, I lowered my eyes and followed Rider out the door, shutting it behind me.

meet nick! (for part one of chapter one, which is in dillan’s pov, see here; for part two, which is in Conrad's pov, see here.)

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A Different Fight

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!

Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)

Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D

Part II can be found here

To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.

Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.

About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.

“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.

“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.

“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.

“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”

“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”

“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”

“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.

“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”

“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.

“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.

“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.

“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.

“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.

The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.

Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.

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Rise and Grind

If you can’t tell, I'm not a fan of the Hollywood system. I love film, i just hate how contrived, micromanaged, and manipulated the process can be to make a film in Hollywood. I believe you should just let those with imagination, build your cinema. I adore directors like David Finch, Park Chan-wook, Christopher Nolan, Luc Beson, Denis Villeneuve, and Alex Garland. I love the way they construct their films. I love the way they incorporate the visual aspect of visual storytelling. These cats don’t rely on effects, but use them to accentuate the story being told. They’re not used as crutches like, say, in a Zack Snyder or Michael Bay production. For great creators, effects are things used as flourishes to the narrative content, not the content, itself. It’s a frustration to me that smaller, more intimate, more profound fare, get slighted at the box office as failure because these films don’t make the studios a billion dollars. How ridiculous is it that such a gorgeous film, such a brilliantly acted, directed, and performed work like the Suspiria remake, can only garner a meager eight million dollars worth of return? Why can an abortion of cinema, a direct affront to the art of visual storytelling, like Transformers: The Last Knight, make six hundred million dollars? I hate that Hollywood would pump so much into such utter filth, despite having real originality and talent on tap, because the system is built to chase dollars.

That’s why I'm so infatuated with the streaming system and how it’s forcing change in the industry. Creators are no longer bound to the shackles of money-hungry, corporate monstrosities, who’ll sabotage your ideas if they sniff an avenue for more profit. Netflix gives creators the opportunity to just create. They’re very similar to A24 in that regard, but much larger. Some of the best television shows i have ever seen, have come out of Netflix. Stranger Things, The Umbrella Academy, Ozark, Manhunter; These are shows that give HBO a run for their money. There’s no way network television gives these things the green light. It’s not even the small screen that streaming is f*cking up but the multiplex, too. This is where the major studios are feeling the heat. Beasts of No Nation, a film by Netflix, f*cked every other movie released that year. It was raw, gritty, and told one of the most emotional stores i had ever seen. It deserved an Oscar nomination but, at that time, no one took Netflix serious in the theatrical space. They’re not all great and, admittedly, most of them are trash. Who the f*ck gives Adam Sandler an overall deal like that? F*cking Netflix. They threw money at that due and told him to make whatever, we don’t care, and that’s the point; Netflix let’s you make whatever you want to make. It doesn’t matter to them, they just want content. Netflix is funded by subscriptions, not box office take, and as long as people subscribe, it doesn’t matter if something's terrible. Just f*cking make it. Someone will like it and if enough people do, here's a budget to make something else. That sh*t is dope and lends itself to the spirit of creativity.

I didn’t care for The Old Guard. I thought it was mediocre sequel bait but i respect that it was made. I respect how it was made. Charlize Theron bought the rights to that thing as a vehicle for herself. Theron is a brilliant actress and a gorgeous woman but, in the Hollywood system, age is your enemy. Before too long, you go from the hot piece, to the mama hen, and then to retirement. Charlize is getting on n years. Her expiration in Hollywood is fast approaching but not with streaming. Since there’s no need to make money, you can create whatever you want. Charlize has a whole ass franchise she can star in until she doesn’t want to, then hand it over to an up-and-comer while staying on as a producer. There’s no pressure to succeed or perform at a box office because there is no box office. There is just exposure. Look, I love the theater experience. I'd hate for it to go away. But, I mean, as a creative, I love the possibility of streaming so much more. It's a pure medium for storytelling. There's no pressure to make money, no pressure to build a fan base. You can just go in with a pitch and if it's approved, bring your story to life. It's your vision, your voice, with no studio notes or executive directives. The gatekeepers don't have the keys anymore.

Recently, Disney has given up the ghost on their Mulan remake. They wanted, more than anything to release that thing theatrically but it doesn't look like that's going to be possible. The Wuha is strong and it keeps nixing any release dates slated for this year. I mean, look at Tenet. That motherf*cker has been rescheduled how many times now? A lot of that has to due with Nolan, himself. I get it though. Nolan shoots his films for the theater. You need those screens and that sound system to take in the film properly. Disney has no qualms. Everyone watched Trolls 2 take in a mint. The theaters hated it but what could you do? There's plague everywhere. Disney has decided to do something similar with Mulan but even more devastating than just a home release like Trolls. Disney has it's own streaming service, Disney+. So, for thirty dollars and a subscription to their streaming service, you can unlock the new Mulan, usually a multi-million dollar, theatrical blockbuster, in your home. It'll also get a proper, theatrical release but really? No theater. No COVID. No mess. Disney gets one hundred percent of those profits and brand new subscribers, the theaters get nothing. I mean, they get a percentage on whatever the actual theatrical run on Mulan turns out to be, but with the option of watching it in my draws, on my couch, in my home, why the f*ck would I go to the cinema? The difference between these brand new releases options? Disney+, a streaming service.

It's wild to see how this revolution of content is sweeping through the entertainment industry. Soundcloud, YouTube, and now streaming services like Netflix and Prime, are forcing the establishment to change. These competing distribution alternatives are f*cking up their respective industries, making new stars and content without the input of suits and I love it. A lot of the content is less than it should be but it's the spirit in which everything is being forged that enchants me. I can't f*cking stand Soundcloud rappers, but I respect the fact that they are out here doing it. I don't care for Lily Singh but I can't argue the fact that she has built a proper media empire off the back of a YouTube skit show. I didn't like the Old Guard as a film but I love the potential that thing holds for Theron going forward. More and more, we’re seeing prestige films come out of these streaming services, pressing the academy to recognize their value to the medium, whether the old guard likes it or not. I touched upon how Beasts of No Nation was kind of robbed at the awards the year it came out for being “just a streaming movie.” Fast forward three years, f*cking Roma was nominated for Best Picture at the Oscars. A black-and-white, foreign language, streaming movie was nominated as best film of the entire f*cking year. Two years after that, Netflix leads all studios with twenty-four Oscar nominations. We are only five years removed from one of the worst snubs in Oscar history, to dominating the very awards that didn't even want to acknowledge the merit of a streaming service. That’s pressure if i have ever seen it.

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