#seriously the soundtrack still fucks dude
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this is my element (+ album)
asking me to pick my fave album is like asking an orphan matron to pick her favorite baby boy
thats some weird and cruel circumstances to put upon me i feel like it changes every damn week like a rota
i mean what if my beats misbehave and i gotta put 'em in time out i cant play permanent on that theyre too cute
but yknow what i can show you one thing thats been on my mind lately
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so when i was a kid we had this skateboard vid by "element skateboards" on DVD
they were this skateboard kit slash apparel company that was all about progressivism and shit and they did these much lauded comp tapes of dudes riding around on their boards and doing the dopest of macho tricks on the shit
flipping it turnways
putting the rock in the house like a big man
we had some of their merch actually
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so anyways the one we had back then was This Is My Element
released 2007
mostly clips from cali i think and i mean the camerawork is fucking insane on some of those shots
this is gonna sound lame as fuck but i prob spent so many cumulative hours just peelin through the footage and ogling the shit outta it
that framing was tight
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so you may be asking yourself or me
dave you genuine dicksucker i asked about your fav album not your favorite sordid ass display of smooth dudes hardcore riding and grinding them boards in public dude you have a problem
ok well that wasnt a question first of all so jot that down
but anyways to THAT i say
listen to the music
the whole thing has an original soundtrack of ambient beats
got some abstract hip hop jams, got some more indie stuff, lots of acoustic sampling
HELLA underground
and basically every track minus one is done by sampler beast david p. madson AKA "odd nosdam"
dude is my hero seriously
he is the master of the beat machine i shit you not hes always been kinda my idol on this stuff
aside from bro obviously
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obviously.
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anyways he had an E-mu SP-1200 which is a really oldschool sampler invented by dave rossum in the late 80s
revolutionary to the hip hop scene
nosdam had this mega distinct sound to his music that i always wanted to replicate on my own beats
still do
i dont know for sure if he used it on T.I.M.E. but he uses some of the same samples from "vol. 9" which was exclusively SP-1200 so im gonna get a lil j’accuzi on that
it couldve been a boss dr sampler SP-202 though idk
he had one of those
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so aside from beating the shit out of the pause/resume button to flip my whole cranium at the cinematography or whatever i would also kinda play it on loop to listen to the soundtrack and space out at 2am
the lonely broner seemed to free his mind at night
ok shit broner is good but i didnt mean it like that
that was goofy lets just keep movin
it was the only way i had to listen to it back then but i mean the video is 50 mins long so its basically just an odd nosdam album with accompanying ambient skater sounds and random expletives and whatever
random car sequence
yknow what i dont think people respect enough?
the dude who catches all the "mad stunts yo" on camera
i swear to god at least half the time hes ALSO on a board and that shit is bananas to me
bros gotta be on some whole other level of zen to skate good AND catch all them glamor shots of his fellow skater
thats like an express ticket to the ER imo
the ambulance is already on the scene watching you like an eager crow watches a half dead dog
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ok gonna go ahead and lay it out flat
not great on a board myself
kinda dogshit at it actually
so maybe im not exactly an arbitrator of skateboard heinousness
but i always kinda liked watching THEM do it i mean who doesnt?
whats an even crazier layer to stack on the "dave" cake is
and dirk told me this because unfortunately it kinda happened post-2009
he would do all these collabs with one of my childhood favorite underground rappers david cohn aka serengeti
surrounded by daves left and right dude even before all the time travel horseshit
thats like
serendipitous as fuck i think!
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if sburb was just a revolving door of artists called dave that i could bump fists with
instead of other mes in various states of aliveness tending toward extremely dead
i wouldve probably given it something higher than 2 stars on my TGN review
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so yeah you ask me my favorite album its T.I.M.E. by odd nosdam i guess
bump that shit on a walk your mind will go places unknown to man
#dave strider#homestuck#comix#this is my element#the way i drew dave posing here is rly heavily inspired by askinsufferableprick btw#welcome to strider infodump hours
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I get it, live actions aren’t for everybody and that’s totally fine. Not everyone’s gonna like it. But to shit on the stupidest things, or draw the dumbest conclusions??? Blocked. Y’all look dense as fuck. Views will be mixed as they always are, quit clogging up the tags with your negativity and find some chill 😂 The originals are still there to watch or read and enjoy…so go do that…it’s literally on the same app 👏🏻 I’m trying to be understanding I am, but some of y’all are so damn hung up you’re letting it completely destroy something you’d otherwise enjoy
Anyways!! Here’s some of the stuff I loved from the atla live action!
•cinematography, soundtrack, costumes - all on point
•getting to see the airbenders flourishing!!! Also the dude who played Gyatso?! Didn’t think I could love him more!! Even though it was painful as FUCKKKK getting to see the first invasion of the fire benders was an epic masterpiece
•speaking of, the first scene?? With the earthbender soldiers in the fire nation?? Iconic
•Omashu: unpop opinion I’m sure (bc y’all hate change but simultaneously hate when it’s carbon copy????????🤦🏼♀️) I loved how they incorporated like 3 or 4 episodes into one, and they flowed really well together. Jet is FOINEEE. Mechanist was perfect & his son is a freaking badass, amazing casting! Even though it was change, the secret tunnel scenes were still really freaking cool and the badgermoles were SICK AS FUCK. Also I love that Bumi was still cooky but not just randomly cooky? Like mans was run down from being king basically the entire war…which FAIR. And it made sense that he was peeved with Aang BECAUSE they were such good friends. Like the other avatars being mad at him? Yea that’s whatever. But for Bumi it was kinda personal. Also CABBAGE MAN WE MISSED YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Oh! And the way they mentioned other episodes like they were lore when Zuko was trying to find Aang? That was an amazing way to tie back to the OG series
•I love how they incorporated the blue spirit, Koh, the fog of lost souls & parts of the ep where sokka and Katara got sick & Aang had to get them frogs - just reimagined it. Oh also Hei Bai! Yea, I loved that whole episode. Koh & Hei Bai were SCARY as fuck, it was awesome!!
•HAHN MY BELOVED…I ADORE YOU! Favorite character that they added/changed. Katara getting the other women involved in the battle?! Tui & La? The oasis?! 😭😭 stunning!!!! I also LOVEDDDDD Aangs avatar spirit that he turned into, literally perfect! And I loved the change that he gave himself over to the spirits wrath..fucking SICK. Also right before aang turned into the spirit/whatever that’s called, I was praying they’d do the line and thEY DIDDDD!!!
•Fire lord Ozai?? 😳😚 nothing needed to be said - perfection
•Kyoshi?! The Kyoshi warriors?! SUKI?! - speechless
•I like that they’re making more of a point to show how smart Sokka is! Mechanist calling him an engineer…I hope they play more into that! Ik they did a bit in the show with the subs (cartoon), but still
•”~hE rAn~” seriously my favorite line, I was DYINGGGG!!! The scenes with Zuko and Iroh, Zuko before the war meeting, the leaves from the vine being in the background at the funeral….ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?! Zuko’s crew being the crew he SAVED?! And when they find out they all do the fire nation bows to their prINCE?! 😭😭😭😭
I’m being fair y’all - things I don’t love/hope they change:
•this one I’m 50/50 on - I don’t love that they tried to give Kuruk a reason for disappearing. They tried to pull shit from Korra to make him look meaningful & not useless as an avatar and it didn’t hit for me
•some of the wigs: obviously we won’t see Yue again, but I wanted her hair to be white. I didn’t love the wig but it wouldn’t have been as bad for me if it wasn’t so grey. Also do NOT love Azula, Tylee or Mai’s hair. Ik they look just like the show but whether that’s wigs or their actual hair (I’m clueless) it needs some serious improvement. Azula’s looks great down, I just don’t like how big the side pieces are that frame her face when it’s up.
•Katara, my love, I am PRAYING part of your development is also going to be her becoming more outspoken and badass, bc this season we saw the tiniest of glimpses of it, not a fan (unless it’s a part of her development…she did grow up in a tiny ass tribe so I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt)
• IK they’re going with a much more serious Aang, but pleaseeeee give us some actual moments of him being a kid. We saw that like twice 😭
•Dante is the PERFECT ZUKO, I will hear NO slander. However, I need him to be more of a dick. I’m hoping we’ll get that when he gets super desolate when they’re on the run & then we have Zuko alone & he has his inner battle. I need snarky dickhead Zuko, so you can truly see the big differences between what he’s fighting (himself vs. who his dad wants him to be)
Have fun kids!
In case I haven’t made it clear, idgaf if you disagree. I go so hard for these live actions because it’s fun! It’s just supposed to be fun and different and new. If you get so serious about it you’re ALWAYS going to be disappointed, there’s no way around it bc nothing is ever going to be as good as the original book, the original show, the original tale. OG atla is ALWAYS gonna be the winner, nothing will compare! So sit back ~relax~ and find some joy in the little things
#also if I see anymore of you IDIOTS say Aang was flying in episode one? I’m gonna choke#atla#natla#Netflix atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#netflix avatar#netflix avatar the last airbender#zuko#aang#katara#sokka#toph#uncle Iroh#northern water tribe#southern water tribe#kyoshi#kuruk#Roku#yangchen#monk gyatso#appa#kataang#zutara#azula#ty lee#Mai#fire lord ozai#momo#atla spoilers
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@checkadii
I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.
I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.
I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.
To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.
I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol
Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.
Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)
P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:
"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.
Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.
P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)
Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.
AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.
I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]
#this is such a long ramble I'm soo sorry#There might be typos dnhdhw#I'm not maintagging this do not perceive me#nines rambles#<- LITERALLY
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2007 TMNT Movie Review
ok so i watched 2007 movie for the first time (ive read about it and seen some scenes, but never watched the whole thing) anyways finally got a hold of myself and watched it! Specially bc of 3 reasons
1- i need to cuz to fr wtf
2- bc of a certain match up 👀 @melancholysway
3- aaaand I wanted to visualize better a 10 part scenario COF COF @melancholysway hi babe
i decided to write down my comments (i usually dont comment on movies but me and jas talked SO MUCH about it i wanted to do this lmao) basically if you have seen the film (and love it like a certain someone) you will be able to recognize the scenes from the my comments without detailed description, TW spoilers if you havent watched it!
Leo’s voice is HOT. mmhhmmOHMYGOD
Raph's movements and bike scenes are so smooth I love it
“sir im not playing hard to get this is not that kind of phoneline” ON A CHILDRENS MOVIE???????? KHBADKNJLJ
Donnie with his huge ass googles he’s so cute
APRIL???? SHORT HAIR APRIL?? CHANNEL APRIL??? SUIT APRIL??? Move aside Casey im down on one knee
I love the entrance to the lair, also I love when tmnt versions mix like subway stations with he sewers you know? Gives a perception that it isn’t so gloomy where they live and all
“I can’t even sleep without the sound of the subway rumbling above my head, i guess that’s what you get when you grow up on a house full of brothers” soft king we love to see it
Leo jumping out of a plane - AGAIN - like on the bayverse movies, every version he’s an adrenaline rookie istg
Raph diving on the elevator was fucking badass ngtl
SPLINTER SINGING WHILE 1 SECOND AGO THEY WERE ALL BEEFING LMAO PEAK SIBLING REP
Leo mispronouncing nightwatcher like a 40 y/o
Thinking out loud here I kinda wanted to know how they defeated The Shredder tho
im gonna be honest...... besides rottmnt April..... i dont usually dig her, i always thinks theres some spice laking to her character, (bayverse included, sorry Megan Fox my queen) idk it feels the writers always go for miss perfect with her which doesn't give the character some interesting characteristics besides being "the perfect girl who's also the only one in the group" its lazy writing and it pisses me off. but this April??? i kinda like it! and her 2 LIL BUNS WHILE SHES TRAINING JDNJLA SHES SO CUTE
- “WHAT WAS THAT?” ”did I mention we ran into a monster last night’?” “oh you forgot buddy, did you also forget I only have a WODEN BAT?” im loving this Casey lmao
“And now we got walking statues??? You got a plan for those?””hey those are a first for me too” WHO WROTE THIS MOVIE
Thinking out loud here part 2 the comeback - Like the only thing I miss is a more mature mikey I think? Everyone sort of grew up and have more mature lines, and he still on the "Yo dude” teenage phase, like idk if feels they all are in their mid/late 20s and Mikey still a 16 y/o :/ I wish writers would give him more development, or more clever lines? like clever pun lines if he's gonna be the comedy relief. anyways the only show I’ve seen doing more than just "dumb funny guy"for mikey is rottmnt
Warn me next time, I got allergies - Casey I love you fr
I wish they kept the birthday cake scene cuz the interaction with donnie, splinter aaaand Mikey is priceless
April and Casey apartment tho oh my
Leo didnt even tell April or Casey that he came back????? bro??
THE DRAMAAAAAA with Raph and Leo omg seriously its like me and my sister but 10 times worse lmao
I love the background music is like… so early 2000s teens movie fhnsjdinaouji I know its an early 2000s teen movie but the music they be listening in the radio IS like.. something you would listen to in “she's the man” soundtrack and it makes it more realistic to the era it was made u feel
*Makes passive aggressive comment about Raph*” “ok Leo whatever you say no one was talking about him” it goes b u s t e d you are busted
ABSOLUTELY LOVE when the movie starts playing badass music with radio police talking in the background and raph turns to the camera like its the office and simply says “they are playing my song”
Raph being done that Leo first idea when meeting the night watcher was to give him a lecture LMAO
I hate that Leo won the fight but the “good night dark prince” took me ujnnaojnjkl shut up Leonardo oh my god u r annoying *tucks hair*
*un-tucks hair* Bro I SWEAR I hate when Leo on any tmnt say they are better than Raph SHUT UP OH MY GOD
“Dont do this raph” “im done taking orders” PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING 10 bucks on Raph
MY MAN BROKE THE GODDAMN KATANAS YEEEEES RAPHAEEEEEL
*raphs eyes soften after winning* and it was in this moment, he knew he fucked up
*runs away crying after fucking up an argument due angry issues*
Shut up Master Splinter speech to Raph made me emotional
THE AMOUNT OF FOOT SOLDIERS THEY ARE FIGHTING ON THE PATIO THING
April and Karai fighting (2 seconds) more culturally significant than the whole renaissance
Mikey and Casey having a special high five and APRIL PINCHING HIS ASS AAAAAAAAAAAA
“I presume this is the vortex for another dimension””cool. I want one” relatable
Karai helping them - once again im in one knee
Leo did NOT say come to daddy oh my god that’s actually embarrassing
April driving poorly while arguing with Casey and karai + foot soldier in the back barely moving like its their emo children being forced into a family road trip gives me so much joy
aaaaaand the movie is over! honestly there were some parts i didnt see it coming and udsjnounsoa like the little things they got away with it while being a children movie is surprising, sucks they couldnt make the other 3 movies :(
if you read all of this, first of all thank you and this for you:
#rottmnt#rottmnt fandom#2007 the nightwatcher#tmnt 2007#teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007#tmnt raphael
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Catti and Monster kid walk sprites ^_^ + snowy
Hey look at these!!! I decided to throw my metaphorical hat into the metaphorical ring and try to give some of these dorks walk sprites. They're kinda rough around the edges but I think they turned out pretty good for only being around an afternoon's amount of work. I gotta say though each of these feels like they have their own story of how they were all uniquely a pain in the ass to make.
SNOWY
Starting with everyone's favorite deltarune character, Snowy! Holy hell! How I hope to never make a sprite for this dork ever again! In a game full of relatively simple character designs this dude just stands out as a beacon of complexity. He's just so weird man.
Now actually I completely forgot that he already had a sprite for him facing to the left in the game. (It's only used twice in the whole game). And I really didn't expect him to be that uh, flat?
Yeah, I don't know I guess he got hit in the face with a frying pan or something.
MONSTER KID
This little charmer was easier to sprite by several orders of magnitude. One of the reasons why is that 30% of their directional movement sprites were already done. And the reason I say only 30% of its done is because the one used in game is uh...
... Just the sprite that's used when they're sitting at their desk in class. Seriously! Thats their walking sprite! When MK and Snowy run away from Susie at the bunker, they just slide out of there!
Now to be fair they're gone in like half a second so it's pretty hard to notice if you aren't looking for it and its also probably why the spriters didn't feel the need to give them walking animations yet. but whenever I see this scene used in a theory video about the bunker I always chuckle.
But still, it was very helpful to have a sort of jumping off point for making their sprites. Since I wasn't just going to reinvent the wheel and draw them a whole new face. But I did need to give them a new body though, since I doubt monster kids body is a perfect cone from every angle.
CATTI
Now the thing is that there many very talented pixel artists that work on deltarune... Toby fox is not one of them.
Now I only mention this because with the fucking 2 sprites, that catti has in the game there is a pretty clear difference in artistic ability between them.
One sprite of her in her work uniform with shading. And one sprite of her sitting at her desk that uses flat default MS paint colors. Thats all I have to work with.
So, assuming that god is good and that the sprite that doesn't look like pixel barf is the one that more accurately represents her design. I used that to reference the color of her earrings and eyes. Along with her head sprite, since again, don't need to reinvent the wheel. Especially since I don't imagine her face shape completely changing once she changes her clothes. But I did add some shading since I though it looked nice.
After I had the head done, I decided to sprite... well, the rest of her. I sorta skimped out on the front facing body. And just made it a heavily altered version of Catty's. I only did that because every other member of the family pretty much just has the same body. And since shes related to them I thought it made sense to not make her some weird outlier to the rest of her family. Contrary to what Catti may tell you in game.
Making the directional sprites felt like pulling teeth. Once I had the down sprite done the up sprite was a piece of cake but oh man. The horizontal sprites. yeah uh, that's... probably not what that sprite is going to look like in deltarune.
Her head shape was tough, I didn't know if she had a prominent snout, or if her head is just completely round like it is when looking at it from the front. But after messing around with it while listening to the entirety of RV pine's fanmade chapter 3 soundtrack. I finally got something passable.
But that's about it, I guess. I know I just got done complaining about how these were super-duper hard to make and stuff. But it was pretty fun to make these.
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I just now had the time to actually check your replies. I swear usually I’m more on top of things but a certain someone is still going through it, mentally and physically since he got sick again so he’s been acting like a big baby and unfortunately for me work is a bitch at the end of the year. Anyway you are/were imagining correctly about my brother being very animated which I honestly think is why people just let him go on and on. Because I can’t think of any other reason why they would. Except that he doesn’t let people get even a word in because he starts talking fast as fuck the second anyone looks at him. It’s basically like watching a little kid talk about dinosaurs, you have no clue what they’re saying but you let it happen anyway. Also i asked him for you (but for my own curiosity as well) why 2x02 and 2x09 and his reply was ‘because it shows Brian’s both sides, duuuh’ basically the way he explained it was ‘in the second episode you see him caring and loving towards Blondie and helpful and protective and you see that ending where they make looooooveeeee (yes this part was sang) and he is so careful with him and you see the scarf! and then in the other episode you see the hurt, the pain and the bitch of a mother he had and you are forced to imagine the life he lived. You also get the fun and dont give a fuck Brian but more importantly you get a tiny glimpse behind the curtain of Brian Kinney. Basically you see both sides of the coin and it was the easiest way to show and explain my man with the options I had.’ and i would like you to know that this was said very insightfully and nicely almost like a Ted talk and then afterwards, since he sent this to me through voice memo (his latest way of communication bc of his cast which has only backfired twice) he sent another one that just said ‘seriously i thought you were supposed to be a long time fan? How do you not know this’ so I officially got shamed and bullied by a new fan.
Also he now knows Gale’s real name and it’s kinda funny because he is clearly used of calling him Brian. So he keeps messing up and just refers to him as ‘the dude i like’ so, there’s that. With Randy he didn’t have that much problem but he also learned it through the podcast and still refers to him as Blondie. But it is funny because he will be talking to our parents about Gale and switch between Gale/Brian and they now all play this fun little game called ‘is he talking about the cat or the guy?’ You’d be surprised how many times they got the answer wrong. Also he was forced to socialize with humans while sick and spending all day watching qaf and he was talking to someone about it and they once again thought he was talking about his ex. So he explained it’s a tv show and then tried to sell it to one of the (straight) guys by saying ‘hot dude fucking hot dudes (that was his opening pitch). Killer soundtrack. Funny jokes from my man Brian. Seriously the soundtrack is dope. Watch it you wont regret it’ and the guy asked him if it was good and my brother went ‘it was the worst and best thing that’s ever happened to me’..
As for the Gag Reels? He absolutely loved them especially Gale’s blooper from S1 where he says smoking pussy instead of cigars but he absolutely lost it at the S3 wall push blooper. I’m talking pointing to the tv and going ‘huh? They? Kissy kiss after a fuck up! Imagine if the wall push happened’ and that cute blooper with Randy and Gale at the bar when they tried to catch the cop made him love both of them even more, if that’s even possible. However he was so annoyed that there is such little amount of gag reel and bts content, especially of Gale and Randy. He is demanding to know why the hell there’s so little bts content to begin with but especially when it comes to Gale and Randy. He wants to know why the fuck they were missing half of the time. He was also a little annoyed that there was more Hal than Gale because to him, Gale is the moment. And ngl, I fully agree with him on this one even tho I did explain that they kept to themselves more and didn’t like to be in the public eye much or in front of the camera unless filming, to which he replied ‘well they should’ve thought about ME before they acted so selfish’
I ALMOST FORGOT! Tomorrow I’m showing him ATX and Gale’s Interview. The plan was to do it a week ago but he got sick and acted all dramatic like he was dying (it was a bad cold) so cause of that the man spent the entire week watching……QAF/Britin fan edits (my cousins are betting that he will discover fanfic by himself which I really hope doesn’t happen, especially with his luck). Most of the edits obviously made him sad. So he watched more edits to feel better, which made him sad again. It was a vicious cycle that he refused to break. There’s this one video he found of Michael and Britin to the song Jealousy and he sent it to everyone he knows so that they’d see why he can’t stand him. He sent A LOT of us videos he found (I randomly would get texts from him while working saying stuff like ‘omg this one almost killed me’ and itd be a Brian edit to the song Heat Wave) and he’d send that to our parents and his friends too. First two he sent were videos of Brian Kinney (shocker). One was to Call Me By Your Name which made me immediately remember Randy’s love for lil nas x (I need their podcast to make a comeback) and the second one was titled ‘100% reason to remember the name’ in case you wanted to see what he sent to our parents and then acted shocked that they ignored him. But yeah he sent those videos to our family group chat and to his friend group chat and it was captioned ‘*heart emojis* I know right?’ So basically somehow him finishing the show made his obsession even stronger.
DEAR SWEET ANON!!! I'm so excited for this message and update
It’s basically like watching a little kid talk about dinosaurs, you have no clue what they’re saying but you let it happen anyway. This is so endearing though!
His reasons for showing 202 and 209 are valid! I'm sorry that I go you scolded by a new fan. I was just curious because there are other episodes that show those sides. But I guess not many with Joan to show where Brian comes from... very valid reasons.
There should have been more BTS and bloopers from Gale and Randy. WE WERE ROBBED. The wall slam blooper is the best and we were also robbed of that direction in the scene because... they broke the scenery. LOL but them kissing is so iconic.
I definitely want to hear his reactions to ATX and Gale's interview. Him being obsessed with fan vids and edits is so iconic. Welcome to the fandom. AND LOL AT THE CALL ME BY YOUR NAME FAN EDIT! I'm dying about him connecting it to Randy's podcast. Which yes, needs to come back. C'mon Randy! Take a break from grad school and chat about... anything.
Of course finishing the show made his obsession stronger - if I might gesture wildly to all of us... still here, still obsessed. That ending begets obsession.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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excuse me while i comment on my two songs causing ultimate brainrot at this very point in time :))))
1. Who We Are by Hozier (Unreal Unearth)
I can't with this song it is driving me INSANE. FERAL ON MULTIPLE PLANES OF EXISTENCE. Every time I hear the "hold me like water, or chirst hold me like a knife" I ascend into heaven like Aziraphale. The rest of the album is still stratospheric, some of my other favourites including Francesca, De Selby duo, I, Carrion, Eat Your Young, Son of Nyx, To Someone From A Warmer Climate, Anything But, Unknown, but still this song deserves special commendation..,
2. Okay no.2 is technically a trio of songs, but hear me out hear me out
I Forgive You
Don't Bother
The End?
All by David Arnold, on the Good Omens 2 Soundtrack Album
For those unfamiliar with this it's the three songs that plays from the scene-that-shall-not-be-named (I Forgive You - Don't Bother) tills the credits (The End?)
BUT FUCKING HELL IT IS BREAKING MY HEART SO MUCH HOW DOES DAVID DO IT. I was a fan of him since Sherlock, even LEARNT BOTH THAT AND THE GOMENS THEME ON THE VIOLIN FOR THAT DUDE
that was seriously uncool david
#good omens spoilers#david arnold#hozier#unreal unearth#who we are#good omens 2 sountrack#i forgive you#don't bother#the end?#going feral#foaming at the mouth
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Do I wanna know?
Preface: Jake and MC break up when things don't work out well between them but MC hides the fact that she still loves Jake and is holding herself out from every guy. Just when she hears about Jake getting involved with a new hacker girl from his circle, she flips her switch.
Warnings: Sexual references, mild cussing, mild violence, 🌶
No references to any detail from the game except the character's name
Also a little soundtrack in the end. Hehe
"You wanna dance?", I ask the guy before me. He's been hitting on me ever since I walked in this pub. The fact that I didn't pay attention from the beginning was not because he was ugly, but because I was holding out myself for someone. Lies, lies, lies.
"Hell yes I wanna dance", he grins at me and takes my hand to the dance floor. It's a latino song so I can't understand much what it says but man the beats, I'll be lying if I say I didn't dance on my own accord. I have my back towards him and dance, his hands wandering up and down on my side curves. Feels good being hot, doesn't it?
I find Jessy looking at me with her eyebrow crooked up, trying to figure out who that is. I give her a wink and slide my hands slowly over my body, making the dummy dancing with me pumped up. He lets out a little laugh.
"What song is this?", I shout at the top of my lungs since the music is blasting in here and I can't hear shit.
"Oh, it's Mi Necesita. Haven't you heard it? It's quite a popular song", he replies back in my ear.
"Ah, cool", I reply back in boredom. This guy is boring as fuck like dude, make some interesting conversation or something? I legit feel my fun vibe getting sucked out of me. Argh.
He's about to say something when the DJ interrupts in. "The following song is a request by", he pauses for a second, "by our friend, Jake for his little girlie MC. Well MC, if I were you, I'd leave any man for this hot a guy, Haha. Everybody, give it up for Jake!!" and plays Disturbia by Rihanna but with reverberations and sped up effects.
I jerk my head towards Jessy who looks back at me with equal surprise. I move forward towards her but suddenly I'm stopped and found the guy I was dancing with holding onto my wrist.
"Huh? What do you want?", I ask him in bewilderment, my brows frowning at him. "I seriously DO NOT have time for you right now" and try to free my wrist but his iron clad says no.
"Come on baby, we just started here", he returns a douchy smirk and pulls me via my wrist towards himself. He traps me with his arms around me so I try to push him away with my hands on his chest.
"Get off of me, ew", I try to get him off of me. I try to find Jessy behind him, but she's no where. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO JESSY?
"You won't ew when I fill you in", he quips back and moves closer to me. No no no, I need to get him off of me.
"Jake-", I speak in my little voice and before I could even finish his name, someone comes behind me and pulls me towards me. "Wha-"
"You wouldn't want to touch her if you wish to stay alive", he declares flatly. I look towards this person and find a guy in a black mask and ruffled hair looking towards me. If this isn't Jake then I don't know who is. He grew some serious muscles but not in a buff way, in a lean but ripped way. Though this whole shitty persona is making him completely unlikable. He's no one to own me like he did to the DJ especially after seeing someone behind my back.
He glances at me and gives me a quick smile before his hard glare sets at the asshole.
"What are you going to do huh? I can beat you without batting my eye twice", the asshat says and winks at me.
I see Jake's jawline tightening so hard, it could cut a diamond. Uh oh, I wouldn't wish to be that guy at all. Jake suddenly moves and punches the guy's eye. He howls in pain and covers his eye with his hand. "What the fuck man, WHAT THE FUCK!", he keeps screaming in pain, his sound piercing my brain through my ears.
"Didn't you say you would not bat your eyes twice? I can see one of them battling quite furiously", Jake states flatly and puts his hands in his pockets, "I told you not to mess with my woman but you did. She's mine and nobody should not dare lay more than a finger tip on her or even look her wrong. You all get that?" and declares me his to the whole place, like he already hadn't.
'Yayy", I hear towards my right and find Jessy jumping in excitement. I seriously would never get used to her constant disappearing on me. I walk towards her and pull her ear. "Ow, what was that for?"
"You ghosted when I needed you. Where the hell did you go?", I ask her, faking anger at her.
"Somebody told me that there was a person in the bathroom calling me so I went there. Now I know who that somebody is", she tips her head towards Jake, who is looking at me. I look the other way and ask Jessy if she's going come with me to my house. "Nah I'll stay with Angela, you go have fun", the damn brat snickers and gets busy.
I move towards Jake who thinks I'm approaching him. I reach where he is standing but don't stop and keep moving, heading towards the exit. I'm about to push the door open when I pause and look back at him. "Are you gonna join me this time or still planning to just be the knight in shining armour and scram away?", I taunt him and wait for his reply, tilting my head sidewards as if I'm impatient when in reality, my heart thumps hard, just longing hard for him, for an explanation that he didn't do it.
He doesn't reply and moves towards me, looking me in the eye the whole time as he confidently strides towards me. He places his hand on my back, ushering me forward. We move outside and the cool blow of the weather makes my spine shake a little. He removes his hoodie and hands it to me.
As much as I would love to refuse it, I don't wish to make myself suffer from the cold and wear it up. It covers my dress completely, appearing as if I'm only wearing a hoodie. He looks at me and approvingly nods at my appearance. Before I could call him out for the expression he just made, a cab stops in front of us and the driver pops his head out asking, "Jake?"
"Yeah", he replies in a word and opens the door for me to sit in before joining in himself. The whole ride to 'my house', hah the audacity, goes by silent. I rest the left side of my face against the cool window of the cab and shut my eyes, the whole day's exhaustion and alcohol kicking in.
I rub my eyes and find myself propped up on my favourite bean bag. I find Jake emerging out from the bathroom, wiping his hands, wearing a black wifebeater.
"Guess who decided to show up", I taunt him, averting my gaze away from his body, "Aren't you still busy? Also that new hacker girl, haven't you already fallen for her?."
"Well, maybe I was too busy being yours to fall for somebody new?", he tells me, holding my hands in his and raising them upto his lips to kiss each knuckle of mine.
"It hurt me a lot you know. Thinking how you got together with someone while I still was in love with you."
"Yeah, I could see how desperate you were to forget me that you went for losers", he scoffs and moves towards the bar in the living room, choosing a bottle to chug on. "Please for the love of god, stop stockpiling Bacardi."
I look at him, trying to form words to say something. Anything. But nothing comes out. So I take him in, how he swigs open the bottle and chugs at it like water. I also find traces of a tattoo from the little skin exposed from his back.
"You got a tattoo?"
"Hm"
"I must say, you are so good with words. A great conversationalist", I roll my eyes, frustrated from the lack of proper replies from him.
"I'm good with my hands too. Just saying."
What the-. He did not just say that! My face burns up from his response. I get up and move towards the restroom to have a shower, removing each garment as I move. First 2 steps, his hoodie, next 2 steps, my heels, next 2 steps my dress and on the door of the bathroom, both my bra and panties.
I don't have to turn back to find out that he's seeing. I KNOW that he saw the whole thing, every fucking detail of it. I turn the shower on and get in the lukewarm water, counting my fingers on how long it takes for him to burst in.
I barely make it to 5 when the door is slammed open. "Ooh that was quick."
"The only thing that would be quick this evening. Now turn around, I have to clean every part of your body where that shitcrap touched you."
I comply with his demands, of course they weren't requests, and let him clean my body. He turns off the shower and grabs the loofah, pouring the shower gel and lathering my skin. He gently goes all the way from my back to my lower legs. The feeling, oh god, it was intoxicating.
He then reached up to my thighs, making me open my legs further by tapping on my inner thighs. I did, though the moment he started moving the loofah in tiny circles, my thighs clenched back despite my attempts to keep them apart.
"Hold onto the handrail", he commands and when I do, he squats down, holding one of my inner thigh with his fingers clenching deep into the skin, while the other hand holding the loofah manages to keep the other thigh from reuniting.
"Didn't you say that you'll be cleaning the parts he touched? I don't remember him touching me here though."
"So do you want me to stop?", he crooks one of his brows at me, mockingly questioning me. "From the lack of response, I guess you do not wish for me to proceed. That's okay then, I'll get going."
"No! I mean it's not like... Argh... It's not inconvenient to me", I try to say it in the most discreet manner but fuck, he's going to make me say it.
"What do you want me to do exactly?"
"Er, um, what you were doing before."
"Say it. Come on. I don't have the whole day."
I flush up and try to speak up but oh shit, it's gonna sound like it has to. "I- I want you to, um, continue cleaning me with the, eh, loofah"
"Hm, not bad but I'm sorry, I'm bored now. Serves you right for going after other men", he fake yawns and starts towards the door.
"Okay then, I'll find someone else to do that then if you won't", I say up, fully aware of how I'm treading into dangerous territories. Uh oh, he slowly looks back at me, his eyes squinting at me. He moves up to me and pins both of my wrists to the wall, whispering, "Do that and you'll be responsible for that man's torture ridden death."
I lick my lips, tracing them seductively as I watch into his eyes with defiance. He puts one of his knees between my thighs, rubbing it in as he says, "MC, you do not wish to play this game with me, because if I get serious, you're just going to be at my mercy and I won't stop even if you beg me to."
He lets go of my wrist and pats at my cheek as he makes his away out but before he could, I turn on the shower, drenching him completely.
He lifts me up from my thighs and pins to the wall again, this time my legs crossed around him and lightly grinding against him. His fingers clench into my butt's skin, deep, making me beg for his touch. "Just do it. Please, Jake."
He fiercely pulls back my hair and grabs my chin tightly to which I end up hissing in pain. Then he slams his lips on mine, sending wild tremors along my back. I love how his insistent lips part mine's, making me quiver so hard against this lips that I moan in his mouth which drives him crazier than he already was. He slides his tongue in, fighting with my own's in our little fight for dominance. Though I'm completely aware of the fact that I lost that battle the moment he claimed his love for me a little while back.
He steps back a little without warning, making me lose my balance. I'm about to complain when he lifts off his wifebeater, pants and everything else that follows.
"Come on now, I don't wish to hear you sneeze while I make you come", he says and wraps a towel around me, lifting me up in a fireman's lift.
I try to fake my anger, squealing with sheer delight as he lifts me towards the bedroom.
Here's the soundtrack guys, if you wanna you read with effects. Haha.
The latino song which plays in the beginning.
The song which Jake requests:
The song in the shower:
#duskwood jake x player#duskwood jake#duskwood everbyte#duskwood#jake x mc#duskwood jake x mc#oneshot#Spotify#duskwood smut
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I'm not sure if you ever gave a review and no pressure at all but how did you like Infinite Wealth? I am almost done with it and I am curious what you think of it after so so much hype. I have largely enjoyed it though there are some things I have not loved
SPOILERS for those reading this
Bryce was such a lame villain even if I usually like cult villains but with so many villains it felt really crowded. I want to like Ebina and I like him more than Bryce but his twist felt lame especially given what we knew about Arakawa. I LOVE Yamai but it all felt so crowded.
But overall I love the game play and the characters and I have cried multiple times. But yeah, I miss really good villains like Aoki. Also I developed a really strong soft spot toward Sawashiro in the game
Yeah, the villains were easily the weakest part of the game. Tbh it was kind of a mixed bag for me overall lol. Especially since Gaiden was so fucking good and Y8 manages to cock up a lot of the best story parts of Gaiden. Hanawa getting killed off so unceremoniously after all the buildup and characterization he had was unsatisfying as fuck.
I also think Bryce would have worked better in the Japanese version by having his English lines be spoken by the dub voice actor because holy fuck, any characterization and actual intimidation flies out the window when you hear this white American fella speaking lines by a seiyuu who is NOT pulling off the English voice lines.
Joon-gi was basically stapled onto the story at the very end and it sucks since I really liked his character (the real Joon-gi in 6 and the agent in 7). He also got nerfed in terms of skills but considering how busted Kiryu is it kinda evens out.
Also regarding the Memories of Kamurocho, RGG TEAM IS RYUJI ALIVE OR NOT, HOW ARE YOU STILL TEASING THIS MOTHERFUCKER BEING ALIVE AND NOT DOING ANYTHING WITH IT
The gameplay is easily the biggest improvement and my favorite class was Kunoichi! It was also awesome to have Seonghee as a party member and getting to know more about her. Also I still think Saeko/Seonghee is a better ship than Ichiban/Saeko but I don't take shipping bullshit that seriously lol
The final boss was just a damage sponge, but the soundtrack was fucking great. Though I don't know why Saejima, Majima, and Daigo even show up when all they do is help in one mob of basic enemies and do nothing in the final fight. Ebina already sucks as a character but having the three of them come in during stages of the fight as strikers or assists would have been better so they actually like. Contributed as opposed to just standing there
Yamai is the best new character and the fact they end the story with him back in Japan makes me hopeful that he'll come back in future games. Though I'm a little worried he'll suffer from the same problem as Ichiban who...Look, Ichiban is a great character, but after LAD and his personal arc, IW would up with him being very static and I'm a little worried about his staying power as a protagonist. If each game just has him trusting everyone, staying optimistic af and never straying from that it'll get a bit old yk? Also I personally feel like end of 7!Ichiban would forgive Eiji as quickly and easily as he does in 8, he should have struggled with it at least a little. The dude threw a child down a flight of stairs, tied to a wheelchair for fuck's sake. He almost felt like a parody of himself in some spots, and that vibe carried through a lot of 8 for me in a way that I really didn't like.
As for the story, I feel like Yokoyama needs someone on staff to wrangle him the way Hideo Kojima does. 5 and 8 both have plots that kinda go off the rails and are messes regarding pacing.
Kiryu has a great sendoff and as someone who's had family members pass away from cancer, seeing him at the end in the wheelchair looking so frail was heartbreaking. But the fact he finally has his family back and is with Haruka again makes me so happy. He deserves to rest. Like in Gaiden, you see just how much it hurt him to be separated from them--I was bawling when he broke down seeing the kids at his grave and saw Haruto's drawing. And 8 kiiiinda lessens the impact of that plot point since he gets to see some of the kids in the end, but I am happy and satisfied with him reuniting with Haruka. The fact it was at the last second of the game and the actual reunion happened offscreen was kind of a letdown but still. Good end for Kiryu.
So if I had to TL:DR, Infinite Wealth is a delicious brownie in the parts where it's actually baked properly. A lot of spots are undercooked as fuck though, but it's still quite good.
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Love In the Air episode 6
My thoughts as I watch: mostly snark, a little bit of critical analysis, a sprinkling of praise.
This episode we're back to what I think of as Dramatic Soundtrack Music. No more soothing classical.
All this tension in this scene with P' Chai, but I don't know what it means.
Here comes trouble- Same dudes from the bathroom? Ah yes.
Lots and lots of little boys posturing, its had to take any of them seriously.
They don't have to bring their own motorcycles? Why are you letting some rando asshole you don't trust borrow a motorcycle?
This seems like it must have been as expensive production - shutting down a highway in Bangkok?
I don't understand the point of this bad guy - he came out of nowhere and has no connection to any of the characters we know. Unless he's Sky's evil ex? and we're being set up for the 2nd half of the series?
When I say Love in the Air has no plot - it's not that nothing happens, it's that the stuff that happens doesn't seem to connect or build in a way that progresses or tells a coherent narrative. Which is fine! That can still make an enjoyable show, especially if you just like spending time with the characters. But its not a plot.
I'm not sure why LITA feels so disconnected and random to me. Figuring it out would require rewatching and more in depth analysis, and I frankly don't care that much about the show. But that's how it feels to me.
I don't know, its quite possible that it all builds and connects in a way that I'm just not seeing. I feel like my brain turns into a sieve when I watch this show.
Aww. Sweet Rain, trying to cheer up his boyfriend. Encourage Payu like Payu encouraged Rain. I like seeing this more assertive caretaking side of Rain. It makes them feel more like a real partnership, while still maintaining the submissive- dominant dynamic.
PayuRain is growing on me now that Payu doesn't have to act so aggressively dominant and they can just be cute together.
I'm with Rain here, I also don't understand why Payu has to race this two-bit bad guy. Especially not in a thunderstorm. Ego? "Honor?" Pshaw.
Aww. More assertively caretaking Rain. I love it! So does Payu, apparently, lol.
ooh, but maybe this race is Payu's turn for growth and a character are of his own. A girl can dream, lol.
Oh never mind, the race is the next day, and not in the rain. That's less of a terrible choice. But mostly I just find characters who do things for ego or honor boring, unless there's some interesting angst underlying their motivations.
Sorry, but I have never found motorcycle racing outfits sexy. Motorcycle riding. yes, but the outfits have always looked ridiculous to me. But I would much prefer they be protected than be aesthetically appealing.
Yeah, I really cannot find it in me to care about this race either.
Paya won! But I knew that since I'd already seen the gifs of them celebrating.
These boys do know how to kiss! And I love that Payu just abandons his opponent to go fuck his boyfriend. (In a glass walled room with everyone right outside. The sets on this show are so weird, lol.) That race was clearly a lot more invigorating for him than it was for me.
Oh wait, they just magically teleported somewhere with curtains. I appreciate a montage style sex sane, but this editing has tipped over the line into confusing. But also its really hot, so who cares.
Where even is Payu's mic to pick up that rustling as he takes off his shirt? There’s nowhere to hide it! (I know, this is Not what I should by focusing on now.)
Ok, well. That sex scene was hot. And more explicit than any in a BL I've watched yet. I appreciate the actors' bravery and commitment to making it work so well.
This morning domesticity and mutual teasing is very cute. And I enjoy seeing the contrast from their first breakfast together. (see: characters changing = a plot)
Ok, adding in a kidnapping with one 45 minute episode left. Where are we going with this? I remain skeptical.
wait what? Is this a flashback or a flash forward? Why is Rain fine and in his room? Oh, flashback. Very cute. Although I'm still unclear about when or if he already knows Payu at this point.
Final Thoughts
yep, I still have the same feelings about plot at the end of the episode that I did in the middle. I think the main culprit is that Puyu's character is so static - he has no arc of his own. And even Rain's arc is kind of at a dead end. He's still changing and growing, but its not enough to sustain momentum on its own. Stuff happens to them, and they even do stuff, but it doesn't really change either of them. And I think for me that's the fundamentals of a "plot"- watching characters change.
This all feels like someone's fantasy more than an actual story. But I'm not sure whose fantasy it is: Payu who gets to be perfect and have someone change to fit him? Or Rain, the awkward college kid who manages to land the perfect guy?
#love in the air#love in the air ep 6#love in the air critical#love in the air the series#lita#kind of like liveblogging#gillianthecat reacts to bl#reaction by gillianthecat
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First Kill - a (very subjective) review:
Let me preface this by saying that I am probably not quite the target audience age wise, but even if I acknlowledge that some of the teen angst is meant to be, there’s still plenty plots and writing that was done pretty cheaply imo, even for a show that was mainly produced for teens/young adults.
- Was it the writing? Was it the acting? I am not sure, but for some reason the chemistry between Jul and Cal was just...lacking, a lot of the time. But I will give the actresses the benefit of the doubt and say it was mostly due to the writing or maybe they just made a mistake when they cast two actresses who were well above the age they were gonna portray on the show (will Hollywood ever learn not to do this? The short answer is No. The slightly longer answer is that they did this on purpose because of the unexpectedly sexual scenes throughout the season)
- The amount of plot holes, man. I can’t even list them here, because...dude. This is what happens when you take a short story and don’t properly develop it for a whole show. Then again, it’s teen angst and the plot probably wasn’t the focus, but still. If there ever is a second season, this is gonna be a wild ride
- There’s vampires. Fine. Let’s just bring in every other mythical character we can think of, okay? Not okay. For real. You lost me at zombies, sorry not sorry.
- I will not hold it against the producers or writers but this Romeo and Juliet trope needs to be done with. Please.
- Both sides keep blaming the other side for stuff they started and just?!? It gets pretty darn tiring by the final episode of season one
- A snake? Inside daddy dearest’s chest? Seriously? No explanation? Sure, fine, let’s roll with that...I guess.
- Bro just unhinged his jaw to eat grandma? Okay, that was freaking funny, as long as you don’t overthink what’s happening
- Not ONCE do we learn how exactly people get turned into vampires. Which- fine, okay. But from what we have seen it’s the same act as them feeding and killing people, so - what’s the difference here? How do they control that power? Anyone?
- Jul clearly doesn’t know how this shit works. How would she, if not even the writers know? And Cal still blames her for turning her brother? Your vampire girlfriend clearly did not expect this to happen, because no one ever taught her the different between feeding and turning someone into a freaking vampire
- Cal being upset is fine, truly, but calling Jul a monster and shit? After all the “maybe not all monsters are the same” talk the whole season? That seems like a bit of a stretch, even if she’s upset and angry. I truly hope they resolve that if there’s ever a second season
- the visual effects were crap at a lot of points, sometimes it’s as plain as that
But also:
- Aubin Wise single-handedly carried that show on her shoulders. Seriously, give that woman an award for that level of acting skills
- Also, Talia and Oliver are the only two people with common sense on that show? They’re awesome and deserve more spotlight
- Seriously though, I’m here for Oliver fucking shit up and he’s the kind of villain we deserve
- Talia and Margot - need I say more? Let’s be real, this story should have been about them to begin with
- The vampire origin story was actually good? Like? I can get on board with this and in general I support the snake being part of the plot - unless she’s in someone’s freaking chest
- Solid soundtrack choices were made - thanks for that
Long story short: it’s probably enjoyable for younger audiences and entertaining for “older” audiences if you can overlook the clichés and plot holes, but mostly worth it for a) badass and hot mums and b) the openly insane but sane brother who is ready to fight the matriarchy, hey ya!
#First Kill#Juliette Fairmont#Calliope Burns#Aubin Wise#Margot x Talia#spoilers#it's entertaining if you don't overthink it
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still thinking about that time i was in line for the guardians coaster at epcot and talking to my friend and I was comparing the guardians ride to the star wars ride, and said that I liked guardians better also partially bc i like those movies better than star wars (which i was just kinda saying offhandedly) and this dude in front of me just turns to me and fucking goes OFF and was like “WHAT did you just say?” and gets all in my face about it and then he just goes “There is something SERIOUSLY WRONG with you” like all biting like he was actually genuinely ANGRY about the fact that i have vague opinions about movies i don’t really care much about, (they’re all boring and convoluted anyway) I only like the guardians ride bc it has songs from the that makes two of us soundtrack on it so i associate it more with my OCs lol. but obviously i’m not gonna EXPLAIN that to you like fuck off?
don’t do that shit to people, like what gives people the audacity to think it’s okay to say things like that to a stranger? i still think about it now months later, like god i fucking HATE people who think they’re so cool for liking *checks notes* one of the literal most popular franchises in the world
this is just a vent ig it was just such a remarkably uncomfortable experience of being yelled at by a complete stranger that there’s something SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH ME like thanks for making me feel weirdly insecure about it? like i’m NOT insecure about it but tell me you’re not gonna feel embarrassed and ashamed when you’re being publicly and loudly shamed by a total stranger in a place where i’m just trying to enjoy myself? like damn leave me tf alone? and then of course it left me self conscious of how loud i was talking and what i was saying for the rest of the line and the day
#i guess it affected me more than i thought bc i feel like i'm on the verge of a breakdown now about it so thanks for that :)#thanks random star wars fan i'm sure that's exactly what that franchise needed: you to defend it against autistic weirdos#like me that have something SERIOUSLY wrong with them#like i know i do i don't need you to tell me that#win rambles#i can't find the option to make this post unrebloggable (I THOUGHT THAT WAS A THING BUT THE OPTIONS NOT COMING UP FOR ME) so#if the star wars fans find this bc i put that in the tags or whatever i will literally start biting#and that's that on fandom bringing out some of the nastiest pepole#sorry for this exstremely long vent about something that happened a month ago lol#but yeah don't reblog it or whatever
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JUST finished heishi’s route in norn9 hold on i wanna talk about whatever i just witnessed (also might have spoilers for kakeru and senri since those are the other two ive finished) (also also spoilers for amnesia memories because i always wanna talk about amnesia memories)
SO LIKE ive been playing norn9 in the slowest way humanly possible (started in 2017 and im three routes down half a decade later LOL not a bad game tho!! the soundtrack is fantastic and the comedy writing is really great even if the plot stuff so far feels a little disjointed, its just a 9 love interest game is a little overwhelming hfjdksjsfkdls) and like i have a tendency to take several month long breaks between routes as well as whatever my brain decides is a natural stopping point and last time i played heishi’s route was like. some time last year. i was unmedicated at the time so i dont remember where exactly but it was like JUST before his first attempt at a confession on the top floor/roof thing of the orb they live on, and like
i think ive mentioned before how while ive heard that Toma’s behaviour is explained in the amnesia fandiscs as his mild possessiveness being amplified by time loop wackiness, i still choose to believe he’s just Like That because i think its hilarious to add just one more strange incongruous thing to a simultaneous grounded and out there game like amnesia (like how mathematicians in this universe seem to wear a lot of belts????????). well ive decided in my head to view heishi’s route as the opposite HJFJDhjlkfdssjflkd
like RIGHT after he got his confession wiped from his memory by nanami to stop ron from shooting him, he got like WACKY like it felt like i was playing a different route with a different guy and i dunno about the fandiscs yet but in game its explained as heishi losing control over the emotions he’s been suppressing because he’s in love and stressed out but I CHOOSE to believe that the mind wipes scrambled his brain because i like. the speculative fiction implications of that JKDLSDJs
girl his bad end. girl oh my god. girl what WAS that like seriously i havent been this caught off guard by otome game love interest since I first started playing them and got Toma’d, like GIRL oh my god
the other bad ends i played werent quite this level like kakeru’s had him getting wacky cause of his mind control earring which was nuts and i loved it but it like. was foreshadowed. and i dont remember senri’s bad ending at all (as forementioned i was unmedicated while finishing it so i dont remember everything orz i do remember natsuhiko being like ‘jesus christ is that a fucking gremlin” every time he saw him tho which was hilarious) but i cant imagine it was that nuts, but girl. oh my god
everyone always talks about ron (haven’t gotten to him yet but like. looking at him in other routes i can guess how he’s gonna be. which is kind of a shame and why i dont really care for the yandere routes being obvious LOL like okay the sketchy amoral guy is sketchy and amoral. who coulda guess. im being mean sorry i think i just love wild shit happening in otome games, i just think itd be really funny if instead of being fucked up, after all his behaviour in other routes, ron was just like a normal dude in his own. keep my on my toes otome games) but i hadnt heard a LICK about heishi. actually maybe thats why it worked so well... i was so prepared for whatever’s gonna go on with ron that i let my guard down with heishi fsjkldkfjsd
gonna be like 28-53 business days until i play another route but im gonna do akito next, hope he’s normal, koharu had a reasonable time with kakeru and a great time with senri yet nanami can’t seem to catch a break orz praying for her
#i originally set a rule for myself not to start any more otome games until i finish this one#i have a habit of setting that rule with lots of video game genres and mediums#but i think im starting to embrace that maybe i dont work that way. maybe i need to switch things up often#like im 3/4s of the way through 12 jrpgs rn and maybe thats just the way i thrive#so im gonna let myself take breaks as i need them (especially with denser games lkie norn9...9 entire dudes to keep track of)#what otome game should i play in between. maybe something shorter. maybe i'll catch up on the ikesen routes or play a voltage story#i love starting video games and not finishing them for a decade
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Max’s Catwoman Wednesdays: August 3rd, 2022
I have decided to start live-blogging my watch-throughs of Catwoman (2004)
Right off the bat, I need to mention that the opening credits to this movie is 4 minutes long.
Halle Berry manages to stumble into 4 separate people at once.
I’m begging Sharon Stone and Lambert Wilson to get a divorce.
“I have no idea why I expected your art to show better taste than your wardrobe.” He’s got you there honey.
Y’know, Halle Berry is supposed to be an artist in this movie, but we only see her do one (1) brush stroke in the whole movie.
SHES WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES AS SHE WAS YESTERDAY
Ok, girl. What is the fucking plan, because you need your hands to both grab the cat, and the ledge your standing on…
I think it’s so funny that Benjamin Bratt turned down Miss Congeniality 2 (2005) to play practically the exact same character in this movie instead.
I still think it’s a weird choice to change Selina Kyle to Patience Phillips. Like what was the point? Was it to make her sound more black? Was it because they wanted Michelle Pfeiffer to come back? I honestly don’t know.
Sharon Stone and Lambert Wilson divorce petition sign off in the notes. Seriously, it’s 2004, not the Regency Era.
“Man sandwich 12 o’clock” oh early ‘00s gay best friend character dialogue, how I despise your existence
I think if a cop thought I was trying to jump off a building and hallucinating a disappearing cat, the last thing I would want to do is have coffee with him.
I get that this is a woman superhero movie from the ‘00s, but can it be a little less horny.
All of the problems in this movie wouldn’t have happened if the courier Halle Berry called actually came.
Please Pitof, move the camera away from peoples faces. You don’t need extreme close-ups all the time.
The cgi cats in this movie would do better in a Warrior Cats animated film.
Halle Berry gets sent to the heavy side layer.
The scene where Halle Berry rises from the dead never fails to make me laugh, the little cough she does? Perfect comedy.
Girl your walking around New York with no shoes on. You're gonna catch Hepatitis.
The cgi in this movie is God Awful.
I fully believe they got Frances Conroy to be the crazy cat lady because they couldn’t get Michelle Pfeiffer to do it.
Halle Berry is doing so well with this garbage script
Well, you weren’t at the factory, Lambert Wilson. If you were, she could’ve given you the designs.
That nuh-uh was so slay of her ngl.
“Okay… then let me try the remix” I’m seriously trying to defend this movie, I can’t.
Everybody say goodbye to Lance, they Gay Best Friend who only has 4 lines in the whole movie.
I don’t know if I enjoy the Jekyll and Hyde of Catwoman and Patience in this movie.
The colour grading on this movie is borderline sepia tone
I could play better basketball, and I was the benchwarmer for my team
Can this movie not be horny for FIVE MINUTES?
“George hasn’t said anything meaningful to me since he said ‘I do’” DIVORCE HIM!
What is in that fucking beauty cream, because it gives Sharon Stone superpowers, but it lands Alex Bornstein in the hospital?
“Fixing a little snack” she says, with 6 empty tuna cans on her bed.
The parkour Halle Berry seems to do practically is so good tho
STOP BEING HORNY
Using the hose to short the speakers then using it as a whip is so girl boss.
The Karen cut sucks, I wish she’d keep her hair curly. It actually looked good that way.
How is this leather jacket and leather pants combo the better Catwoman suit than the one used for most of the movie.
To steal a line from Black Widow (2021), “you are a total poser”
Dude surfing
That meow removes years from my life every time I watch it, unfortunately for me that means removing at most 52 years off my life, if I keep doing this once a week.
The soundtrack to this movie sounds like a leaky radiator.
If this movie was made today, this googling sequence would have more catgirls.
Oh Hey, I just noticed the Michelle Pfieffer Easter egg in one of those pictures
*We have just now hit the end of the first half of the movie*
Open toed stilettos? A bra and barely-hanging-in-there jeans? Terrible fashion choices all around. Also that mask is fucking ugly.
Why is cgi Halle Berry so shiny?
I’m glad that this movie points out that a “White Russian, no ice, hold the vodka, hold the Kahlua” is just milk, but I’m disappointed that the bartender doesn’t make fun of her for ordering it like that
I wish someone in this club was doing the Batussi
*Photo sensitivity warning*
We’ve traded in the sepia tones for Matrix colour grading
Alex Bornstein is doing amazing acting as well
IT’S THE EXACT SAME HANDWRITING YOU FUCKING DUNCE
I think this experiment is starting to wear on me because I remember liking the Ferris wheel scene, but now I’m just kinda bored of it.
This movie would be more entertaining if I had some alcohol
“I’m here, why on earth would [my husband] be home.” DIVORCE
“Don’t… think… ever” oh BROTHER this guy STINKS
STOP WITH THE HORNY, IM BEGGING
Please, never say “din-din” again 🤢
Divorce, divorce, and divorce.
*Slathers my self in beauty cream like the peanut butter baby*
The time line of this movie falls apart in the second act. Like how long has it been since Patience got fired?
Dasani product placement
The music in the scene where Benjamin Bratt finds the diamond claws sounds like Green Hill Zone.
This Lip-Print analysis machine is stupid.
Divorce would have been easier.
Also, why would Catwoman claw the flesh then shoot him a bunch of times. Terribly inefficient.
Ok, when she leaves the Hedare mansion, it’s pitch black outside, but when she gets to her apartment, the sun’s already up.
He’s right, why make the distinction between you and catwoman? I mean, you’ve already basically confirmed you are her, why act like you have a secret identity now?
What accent is Benjamin Bratt’s partner supposed to have.
“Lassie woulda brought me a key” is genuinely so funny
Showing the cat slink through the cell bars as a way to say, “Hey, you can do this too, Halle” is honestly very clever.
Get it? The car’s a Jaguar! That’s a cat!
Seriously, you just murdered your husband, and you’re still going through with the launch? Like even if you don’t feel guilty or feel nothing about it, at least postpone to make people think that you care?
Truck dominoes.
This, “I’m actually a dirty cop,” grift would never work
Dude, why didn’t you wear a bullet proof vest? You know that she has a gun?
“I’m a woman. I’m used to doing all kinds of things I don’t wanna do” I can’t tell if that was supposed to be gross or just sad.
*cue Indiana Jones theme*
“What are you, a hero? A theif? A freak? If you don’t have an identity, why keep it a secret?” “Because you killed me” is so totally a line written solely for trailer purposes it’s not even funny.
I wish I could convey the stupidity that was this dumbass reaction shot after Halle Berry gets stabbed in the leg with glass, but sadly, this is text only.
That whip is definitely not long enough to achieve these feats
I thought the beauty cream wasn’t supposed to leave scarring if you keep using it. But Sharon Stone just put some on like a few hours ago, and she’s already turning into Deadpool?
I hate how Batman related properties are all “SOCIETY”
Overall, 5/10 experience. I’ve watched this movie 6 times now and I’m bored.
Live-blogging is so tiresome, how do people do it?
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clandestine. | 04
↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
◇ jungkook x reader
◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au
◇ 6.5k [4/6]
notes: we finally have a set chapter count! did this fic really need to be 6 chapters? absolutely not, but here we are! i’m hoping to have this fella finished up in the next month or so, but we’ll see how that goes given my track record. happy new year, everyone!
warnings: a little underedited bc i’m lazy, shower sex!!! mild? exhibitionist tendencies??? reader is dumb and jungkook is slutty, but what else is new 🤷🏻♀️
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“I swear to god, I am going to amputate your arm with a rusty hacksaw if you elbow me one more time.”
Undeterred, your brother prods you again, pouting at you from his spot in the driver’s seat. “I just want another chip, Noona. Don’t be so mean.”
“Are you a baby bird?” you ask in disbelief, gaping at the way he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. “Seriously, I’m not feeding you. Get your own chips if you want them so badly.”
“But I’ve gotta keep both hands on the wheel,” he replies cheekily. “Ten and two positions, at all times.”
You frown. “Didn’t they change it to nine and three?” Nonetheless, you reluctantly reach into the bag in your lap, pulling out a potato chip and delivering it to his waiting mouth. “Next one’s going straight into your nose,” you warn as he happily crunches down on the snack.
Jimin simply offers you a beatific grin in between chews. “Love you too.”
“Nope, I changed my mind. Next one’s going up your ass.”
Your brother has long since grown used to your threats. “Kinky,” he chuckles as he merges smoothly into the next lane over. The song on the radio shifts into something more upbeat, and Jungkook is quick to start humming along under his breath from his spot in the seat behind you. Within minutes, it’s morphed into a singalong, and the offkey warbling of all seven passengers—no matter how dissonant—is a perfect soundtrack for the remainder of the drive.
The beach, when you arrive, is awash with tourists and locals alike, all clamoring to lay claim to a prime stretch of sand and a decent parking space. Jimin manages to snag a spot just as someone else is pulling out, and the rest of you are quick to disembark and scope out the beach for somewhere to set up camp. Plopping your bag down onto the sand, you rifle through it until you find your sunscreen, mentally patting yourself on the back for buying the spray instead of the cream.
“Can I borrow that when you’re done, Noona?” Taehyung asks, watching you wrench off the cap.
You nod, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure. As long as you help me get my entire back.”
“Deal.”
Flashing him a grateful smile, you shimmy out of your shorts and begin applying sunscreen to your arms and legs. Taehyung peels off his t-shirt, and you spray him down too, making sure to coat his entire back before he takes the bottle and does the same to you.
“I might have gone a little overboard,” he admits once he’s done, capping the bottle and tossing it back into your bag. Warm hands settle onto your exposed shoulder blades, deft fingertips rubbing the excess product into your skin. “There, that should do it. All better.”
“Thanks, Tae.” You turn around and reach out, wiping at a stray fleck of the white lotion on his bicep. “You’ve got a little bit here too, hang on—“
“Mind if I borrow this?”
You turn at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. The dark-haired young man is standing there with your sunscreen in hand, his gaze zeroed in on the way your fingertips linger on Taehyung’s bare skin. Awkwardly, you pull away and nod, hoping that neither of them can hear your heart pounding erratically against your ribcage.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s all yours.”
Jungkook grabs his white t-shirt by the collar, tugging it up and over his head in one smooth motion, and you swallow at the way his taut abdomen flexes as he tosses it aside. “You’ll help me get my back too, won’t you, Noona?”
You nod, moving before he can even finish his sentence. Your feet carry you across the sandy ground on autopilot, and Jungkook exhales audibly as your palms smooth along the golden expanse of his muscular back, dipping down to the waistband of his black swim trunks. Ever since his visit to your bedroom last night, you’ve been itching to touch him—to feel every last inch of him. It’s impossible with your watchful brother and group of nosy friends hovering around though, so you settle for this—rubbing sunscreen into his warm skin while he sprays down his arms and legs.
“Thanks, princess,” he murmurs once you’re done, soft enough so that only you can hear and raising gooseflesh on the back of your neck. “Maybe next time, you’ll let me repay the favor.”
Then Yugyeom is calling his name, and Jungkook sprints down to the shoreline to join his friend in the crashing surf, his face creasing with laughter. Each time he emerges from the waves, droplets cling to his skin like glistening diamonds in the sunlight. It’s impossible to look away from the sight, and your tongue darts out to moisten your lips as you watch water drip off his hair and down his nape, pooling in his collarbones before he shakes his head like a dog and sends it spraying in all directions.
All that sunscreen is going to waste, a tiny voice in your head points out, but it’s hard to worry about that when you’re too busy following the path of the water streaming down past his dusky nipples to the ridges of his abdomen. And it’s almost as if he feels your gaze on him, because he’s suddenly staring right back at you, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
“Come on, Noona,” he calls, raking a hand through his drenched hair. “The water’s fine. Don’t make me drag you in.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” you call back, immediately regretting it when something equal parts mischievous and dangerous flashes across his face. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before, and you back away nervously as he emerges from the waves and saunters toward you. “Jungkook—”
“Yes?” he asks, his voice dropping down into a low purr. “What is it, princess?”
You edge around the towel that you’ve laid out in the sand, as if such a flimsy barrier could stop him in any way. “Just—just don’t dunk me under,” you plead.
Jungkook looks genuinely offended by that. “I would never,” he says, laying a hand over his heart and grabbing yours with his free one. “Now come on—let’s get you wet.”
You groan at the innuendo and try to tug free from his grip, but Jungkook only tightens his grasp, cackling the whole way down to the water.
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The sun is just beginning to set, streaking the blue sky through with wispy strands of orange and gold, when Jimin raises his hand and declares it dinner time. For the past two hours, you’ve all been engrossed in a very tight three-on-three volleyball match with Jimin serving as referee, and upon hearing your brother’s declaration, Minho looks about ready to chuck the ball into the ocean.
“Dude, are you fucking serious? We’re literally two points from winning!” He gestures wildly at an invisible scoreboard only he can see. “No way we’re stopping here. I refuse on principle.”
“Yeah, I wanna see who the real winner is, too,” Jungkook drawls from the other end of the court, where he’s flanked on either side by Taehyung and Yugyeom. “I mean, we’ve been leading for most of the tournament, so…”
Minho scowls. “And we’re about to win the whole damn thing. Just you wait, Jeon.”
Behind him, you and Taemin exchange helpless glances. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen Jungkook and Minho squabble over the years, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. Both possess a razor sharp competitive streak and a certain pigheadedness that only emerges when it comes to athletic endeavors, and luckily, your brother knows this just as well as you do. Heaving a sigh, Jimin wearily gestures for them to continue, resuming his post at the end of the net. “Fine, fine,” he mutters. “Next point wins.”
On the other side of the net, Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “I’m good with that if you are.”
“Oh, I’m good,” Minho retorts. “It’s our serve. You ready?”
Jungkook smirks. “Bring it on.”
Minho cracks his knuckles and tosses the ball over to you for the serve. “All right then, let’s fucking do this.”
You sigh. Taking a deep breath, you heft up the ball, testing its weight before hitting it smoothly over the net. Yugyeom jumps up to intercept, batting it back over to your side, and Minho attempts to spike it back and into the sand. Unfortunately, Jungkook is too quick, and dives down to bump it back over to you. The back and forth continues like this for a while—you see Jimin boredly scrolling on his phone out of the corner of your eye—and you’re strongly considering calling it quits when Jungkook smashes the ball over the net and into the ground right at Minho’s feet.
“And that’s game,” he declares proudly, raking his sweaty hair off his forehead with a triumphant grin.
“Are you finally done?” Jimin asks, rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone. “Thank god. Can we eat now?”
Jungkook claps him on the back in affirmation, ignoring Minho’s loud, adamant protests that your team still technically won. Together, you head back to where your towels and bags sit in the sand, grabbing bottles of chilled water out of the cooler and fishing for snacks. Jimin pulls a package of hot dogs out while Taehyung rips open a bag of chips, and you follow their lead and grab the hamburger patties and buns. “Huh, I swear I bought ketchup,” you mumble to yourself as you rummage through the half-melted ice in the cooler. “Is it not in here?”
“I have it.” Jungkook materializes at your side, proffering the little red bottle. He’s pulled his white t-shirt back on, the material a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and you silently rise to your feet to take it when a sudden wave of lightheadedness rushes over you and sends the world spinning.
“Whoa,” you gasp, swaying on your feet. “Oh, god.”
Jungkook frowns and drops the ketchup bottle, steadying you until most of your weight is leaned against him. “Noona? Are you okay?”
You swallow, hard, and try to shake the unexpected bout of dizziness away. “I don’t know. Got dizzy, all of a sudden. I think I might have stood up too fast?”
Gently, Jungkook presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “You feel pretty warm,” he murmurs. “Have you had enough water today?”
“I thought I drank plenty, but maybe not,” you admit, and he nods decisively and gestures for you to follow him.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s grab some water and go somewhere quiet so you can rest. Minho isn’t going to shut up about that match anytime soon, and it’s cooler down by the water.”
You laugh weakly. “We did technically win, you know. We had one more point than you guys.”
“God, not you too,” Jungkook sighs, casting you a playful look over his shoulder as he digs two bottles of water out from the cooler. He uncaps one and hands it over before taking a swig out of his, and you take a grateful sip, relishing in the cool liquid that trickles down your throat.
Nearby, your brother and the rest of the boys have commandeered one of several firepits scattered around the edges of the beach. They’re piling up pieces of driftwood and some of the long, tall sea grass that Taehyung has found, and Jungkook waves at them as he slowly guides you toward the ocean with a hand on your back. “We’re gonna go find some more wood!” he calls, and Jimin raises a hand in acknowledgment before turning back to the firepit.
Water laps gently at your toes as you and Jungkook walk along the shore, washing away all traces of your footprints. The sun dips below the horizon at last, illuminating the sky in one last burst of red and orange and gold that slowly fades into deep purples and blues as night falls. The temperature dips as the moon ascends to her lofty throne, accompanied by a smattering of starry pinpricks. Most of the beachgoers have packed up and left by this point, and here, with nothing but Jungkook’s quiet, familiar presence and the lapping waves, you feel more at peace than you have in a long time.
“You know, I’m really glad I came this weekend,” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. Your gaze drops down to your toes, fixing your attention on a pearly white seashell that’s sticking out from the wet sand. “I think you were right—I really did need a break from everything.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that,” Jungkook says, swirling his pinky in his ear. “Could you say it again? Something about me being right?”
You roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”
Jungkook casts a quick look over his shoulder, and when you follow the trajectory of his gaze, you notice just how far you’ve gotten from the firepit where the others are sitting. Darkness has settled over the beach, the sand painted a wan silver from the light of the moon, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand finds its way around yours.
“Jungkook—” you begin, but trail off when he twines your fingers together and gives your hand a squeeze.
“They can’t see us, Noona,” he murmurs. “Relax.”
Easier said than done, you want to say. Nevertheless, you suck in a deep breath and take another sip from your water bottle, trying to ignore the way Jungkook swings your interlocked hands between you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Shouldn’t—shouldn’t we be trying to find more driftwood?” you ask after several long seconds have dragged by. “We need way more if we’re gonna keep the fire going.”
Jungkook hums softly and veers inland, until the sand beneath your feet is dry and starts sticking to your wet toes. You come across a few scattered pieces of wood, dried out by the sun, and tuck them beneath your arm. Likewise, Jungkook gathers a few pieces of his own, hefting them up before reaching out to take your hand once more. His fingers slot all too comfortably into the spaces between yours, and your heart stutters a few times in your chest before plunking down into your churning stomach.
Nighttime has well and truly settled over the beach by the time you and Jungkook start picking your way back over to rejoin the group around the firepit. You pull your hand out of Jungkook’s well before you reach the ring of orange light that the flames cast across the sand, your arm now swinging free at your side and your fingers cold from the loss of his warmth. Silently, you hasten your pace and plop down onto the towel that Jimin has spread out, stretching out your legs toward the fire and wiggling your toes.
“Where have you guys been?” Jimin asks curiously. “You just kinda wandered off.”
“Getting more driftwood,” you reply, gesturing at the small pile you’ve dropped at the edge of the towel. “We told you that’s where we were going.”
Jimin frowns for a few seconds before the memory resurfaces. “Oh, right. I forgot.”
Jungkook snorts and takes a seat beside you, dropping his stack of driftwood on top of yours. “Dumbass.”
“You’re a dumbass,” Jimin retorts.
“You’re both dumbasses,” you sigh.
The fire crackles merrily, sending orange sparks up into the velvety black sky. There’s a grill situated over the flames, loaded with hamburger patties and hot dogs, and you watch as Jimin tears open a bag of hot dog buns and begins to place them around the edges.
“Hey, can you throw me the hamburger buns?” he asks you. “I wanna try toasting them.”
“You’re gonna burn them,” you tell him flatly. Nonetheless, you locate the second bag and toss it over, watching as he makes more room on the grill.
Dinner is a loud, chaotic affair, filled with laughter and conversation and plenty of booze to go around. Jimin has procured a flask of whiskey from somewhere in his clothing—an impressive feat in and of itself, considering he’s only wearing swim trunks and a thin blue t-shirt. You wave him off when he offers you a sip, and he shrugs and throws back a generous swallow himself. Then he offers it to Jungkook, who shakes his head and raises his water bottle. “Designated driver,” he says. “I’m sticking to water tonight.”
Curiously, you glance over at him. “You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t planning on drinking, so I can drive us back.”
“With the way you were looking earlier?” Jungkook fixes you with a look of pure disbelief. “Not a chance. Besides, we’re going back to the real world tomorrow, and the last thing I need is to be hungover. I have to get us back home in one piece, not to mention the entire menu I still have to memorize for work.”
You hum. Jungkook has mentioned his new job a few times—a summer stint working as a server at a new restaurant opened by a family friend named Seokjin. “Right, I remember you saying that. You start on Monday, don’t you?”
“Dinner shift,” Jungkook confirms. “I stole a whole bunch of pens from Junghyun’s room the other day in preparation. Jin said I’d probably end up losing two-thirds of them by the end of the week.”
“That sounds about right,” you tell him with a laugh. “Some guy stole my favorite pen last summer when I was working at that diner on Main. Lesson learned, forever.”
Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, I bet.”
You grin. “But, hey, seriously. If you need me to quiz you on that menu, I’ve got time to spare.”
“Honestly, I might take you up on that offer. I have flash cards, and everything.” He uncaps his water bottle and takes a long sip, his throat bobbing with each swallow, before glancing back over at you. “What about you? You ready for your internship?”
You sigh and offer him a helpless little shrug. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready, to be honest. I don’t think I’m going to stop stressing about it until I get through my first day. The entire thing still doesn’t feel real.”
“I get that,” Jungkook hums. “Well, I can imagine it, at least. I won’t pretend to know exactly what you’re going through, since I’ve never had an adult job, but—“ He shrugs a shoulder halfheartedly. “I can kind of relate, I guess.”
“All jobs suck a little bit,” you tell him, and Jungkook lets out a derisive huff of agreement.
“I’ll drink to that,” he says, and the two of you tap your water bottles together before rejoining the conversation with the rest of your friends.
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The drive back to the lake house is shorter than you remember it being—though that might be because you spend most of it watching Jungkook drive. He steers with one hand slung carelessly over the wheel, his expression relaxed as he sings along to whatever pop hit plays on the radio. Unloading the car is a team effort, though you hear no shortage of complaints from Jimin as he heaves the cooler over the threshold of the house before collapsing atop it in a pile of limp limbs.
“Thanks for leaving me to carry this thing by myself,” he snarks, not even bothering to raise his head. “Really appreciate it.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Taehyung scoffs, tossing a game console at him. “Have a beer and pick something to play. We’re waiting on you.”
You watch as your brother immediately hops up and darts over to join the rest of the boys lounging in the living room, fighting back the sudden wave of exhaustion that washes over you. “I think I’m going to head to bed,” you tell them, hiding a yawn behind your hand. “Goodnight, guys.”
A chorus of goodnights and see you in the mornings rings out in response, and you wave before heading down the hall to your room and into the adjoining bathroom. Your hair is crusty from being submerged in the salty water of the ocean, and a shower to rejuvenate your dehydrated skin is just what you need. Turning on the tap, you wait until it’s flowing warm before stripping out of your clothes and tossing them onto your bed to deal with later. Then you step into the shower and tilt your head back, letting the water stream down your face and soak into your hair.
You’re midway through squeezing a generous dollop of shampoo into your palm when there’s a soft knock on the door. “Noona?” Jungkook’s voice filters through the sound of rushing water, low and lilting like a song. “You left kinda fast. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
You cap the shampoo bottle and replace it on the shelf, peering out from behind the shower curtain. “I’m fine,” you call, hesitating before you steel your nerves and continue. “You can come in, if you want. I don’t like yelling through the door.”
Slowly, the bathroom door eases open, revealing Jungkook standing in his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. His brown eyes are wide as he takes in the sight before him, and you have no doubt that he’s thinking about just what the palm tree patterned curtain is hiding from his view. Your lip finds its way between your teeth when you notice him shuffle his feet awkwardly for a moment before stepping a little closer to where you’re standing beneath the spray, his mouth opening to speak.
“Join me?”
The invitation slips past your lips, unbidden, but you have no intention of taking it back. Not when Jungkook’s gaze darkens to obsidian at those two simple words, his mouth snapping shut and his hands already reaching for the hem of his white t-shirt. Not when he strips it off in one smooth motion to reveal all the dips and ridges of his abdomen, his skin golden even under the harsh fluorescent bathroom lights. And certainly not when he pulls aside the shower curtain and joins you beneath the spray, his dark eyes appreciatively raking up and down your bare figure.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a low purr.
“Hi,” you respond, reaching out and trailing a fingertip down his chest.
And then you’re dropping down to your knees, your tongue darting out to tease at the tip of his already rising cock. One hand finds its way to his balls while the other traces the line of his pelvic bone, and you smirk when you feel him let out a shuddery breath.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Someone’s eager.”
You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, humming, and Jungkook’s fingers fly into your dampened hair. “Oh, fuck. You’re really trying to kill me, huh, princess?” he asks, and you respond by taking a little more of him into your mouth, laving at the vein running along the underside of his length before hollowing your cheeks. Jungkook throws his head back, a deep groan escaping his parted lips, and you preen under his encouragement as he urges you to take him deeper.
You’ve just begun to settle into a rhythm—figuring out exactly how much pressure he likes and what makes his hips buck—when he suddenly pushes you away. “Jung—” you begin, only to have him silence you with a searing kiss, grabbing you around the waist and hauling you to your feet.
“Wanna fuck you properly,” he rasps. His hand finds its way between your legs, experimental fingers sliding through the wetness that’s gathered there, and your cheeks heat up when he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. “Just let me go grab a condom,” he whispers urgently. “Don’t move a muscle, okay? I’ll be righ—”
You silence him with a hard kiss. “Don’t,” you mumble. “I’m clean. Are you?”
Jungkook nods slowly, his eyes wide. “Does that mean… I mean, are you…?”
“I’m on the pill,” you murmur. “Fuck me raw, Jungkook.”
A sharp gasp escapes you when Jungkook cages you against the cool tiled wall of the shower, the slick surface dampened by the spray from the showerhead. He grabs ahold of your thigh and hoists it up to wrap around his waist, and you’ve never been more thankful for the ugly fish patterned shower mat that your mom insisted on putting down to prevent slipping. Jungkook nestles into the newly created space between your legs, his cock hot and slick against your center, and you keen when he grinds against you in a slow, deliberate motion.
“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, his breath hot against your cheek. “Feel how hard you get me, Noona?”
“God, Jungkook,” you breathe back. “Just fuck me already, will you?”
His answering chuckle sends a shiver from your toes to your crown. “So needy,” he murmurs, his hand sliding from your thigh to your hip. His mouth seeks out yours as he positions the head of his cock at your entrance, meeting little resistance as he slowly begins pushing inside. Your walls part willingly for him and your lips do too—his questing tongue slipping inside when you moan and beginning his seemingly endless task of mapping out every corner of your mouth.
“God, I forgot how big you are,” you breathe when he bottoms out—the entirety of his hot, heavy length sheathed within your walls. Your head falls back against the tile as he rolls his hips experimentally, a moan that sounds vaguely like Jungkook’s name escaping your lips. Your arms come up to brace on his shoulders as he picks up his pace, but he intercepts one of your hands and twines your fingers together, settling them onto the wall just to the left of your head. His other hand returns to your thigh to keep you stable and spread out for his increasingly harsh thrusts, and you whimper helplessly in his ironclad grip.
“That’s it,” he whispers, groaning when you clench around him. “God, you’re so fucking tight, princess.”
“Fuck me open, then,” you moan back, squeezing his hand and meeting his next thrust with one of your own. Jungkook’s breathing stutters, and you laugh breathlessly at the way his mouth falls open at the spike of pleasure. Emboldened, you grind against him, the spray from the shower easing the movement. “Jungkook, please.”
He chuckles hoarsely. “Careful what you wish for,” he purrs against the shell of your ear, punctuating the warning with a harsh roll of his hips that sends all remaining thought flying out of your head. In this moment, there’s only Jungkook—his dark hair dampened and dripping, the spray from the showerhead slicking his chest and pooling in his clavicle before trailing down each ridge and dip of his honeyed skin. His lips find yours again, and you sigh into the kiss as he begins to fuck you in earnest.
“Hey, Jungkook! You in there?”
Your eyes fly open at the new voice, your body tensing when there are several loud bangs on the door. Jungkook freezes mid-thrust with an expression that can only be described as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, his throat bobbing nervously as he fights to find a response. You can practically see the gears whirring in his brain, and shove uselessly at his chest in an attempt to escape his steely embrace.
“That’s Jimin,” you hiss urgently, turning his face toward yours and prodding his cheek until his gaze refocuses. “What the fuck are we going to do?”
“Dude.” Jimin’s voice is laced with irritation. “I wanna brush my teeth! What the hell are you doing in there?”
Jungkook hesitates, glancing between you and the closed bathroom door. Then he inhales deeply, pressing a light kiss to your furrowed forehead before pulling the shower curtain closed, ensuring there are no gaps. “I got you,” he murmurs softly, his brown eyes boring into yours. “Don’t worry, okay?”
Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin, but they fly open again when Jungkook breaks away and yells for Jimin to come in. Warm palms slide soothingly down your sides, but that doesn’t stop you from tensing up when the bathroom door creaks open, your brother’s soft footsteps approaching the flimsy palm tree patterned curtain.
“Have you been showering this whole time? Jeez. Leave some hot water for the rest of us, will you?”
Jungkook chuckles. Ever so slowly, he pushes forward until he’s fully seated inside you again, and you do your best to level a glare at him even as pleasure flares at the base of your spine. “There’s plenty to go around,” he says. “Relax.”
You get the distinct feeling that he’s not just addressing Jimin anymore. Jungkook pulls back until only the top of his cock remains nestled in your folds, and you open your mouth to berate him but all that comes out is a low moan when he sinks back inside you in one swift push.
On the other side of the curtain, you hear the faucet turn on. “Man, I can’t believe we leave tomorrow,” Jimin says over the sound of running water. “The weekend flew by.”
“Mmm,” Jungkook hums, brushing a thumb across your clit. The pace he’s set is slow and deep, and is made all the more sensual by the steam that’s steadily building up in the small room. You try once more to push him away—to quell the growing ache between your legs—but it’s all in vain as he chuckles softly into the crook of your neck, his bare shoulders quaking. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a wicked little whisper that’s immediately lost in the spray of water. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”
You don’t have a chance to answer. Jimin starts speaking again, this time accompanied by the sound of toothbrush bristles scrubbing against his teeth. “I’m starting up at the studio as soon as we get back—isn’t that crazy? I mean, I’ve never taught anyone how to dance before. Not really. Not for real.”
Jungkook snaps his hips up so sharply that you nearly mewl in surprise, forced to bite down into his meaty shoulder to muffle the noises that threaten to escape from your throat. “You’re a great tutor, man,” he says, his voice steady even as he resumes his slow, lazy thrusts, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls. “You’ve been helping people with math for, what, two years? What makes you think it’ll be any different with dancing?”
Jimin spits into the sink and sighs. “I don’t know. It’s scarier because there’ll be more people, I guess. Tutoring is one on one, y’know? And at the studio, I’ll have a full class of people watching me. Every single move I make, they’ll be looking at. That’s fucking terrifying to think about.”
Slowly, Jungkook’s hips still, his cock buried to the hilt in your cunt. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, backed by the relentless spray from the showerhead, and Jungkook leans down to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, his hair dripping.
“You’re a great dancer, Jimin,” he says once he’s pulled back and straightened back up to his full height. “Best one I know. You’re also one of the smartest people I know, but right now, you’re being really fucking dumb.”
There’s a clatter that sounds like a plastic toothbrush being dropped into the sink, and Jimin lets out an affronted squeak. “Hey!”
Jungkook just chuckles, his shoulders quaking. “It’s true,” he says easily. “Seriously, man. You don’t have a thing to worry about. You’re gonna kick ass out there, and your class is gonna be awesome. You’re already, what, almost maxed out on the number of registrants? You’re already killing it.”
Your brother lets out an unintelligible grumble on the other side of the shower curtain, but you can still hear the smile in his voice no matter how hard he tries to mask it. “All right, you fucking sap,” Jimin says at last, his soft footsteps padding toward the door. “Hurry up and get out of there, yeah? You’re really gonna use up all the hot water.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and you immediately smack Jungkook in the middle of his stupidly toned chest. “Oh my god!” you hiss. “Are you kidding me right now, Jeon? We could’ve been caught!”
“But we weren’t,” Jungkook replies easily, shaking his dampened hair out of his face and fixing you with an indolent little smirk. “So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me now?”
///
The next morning brings with it a whirlwind of frenzied packing, and you mentally congratulate yourself for preemptively gathering all of your belongings together last night. Minho is wandering every last inch of the house with a piece of half-eaten toast dangling from his mouth, and you can hear Taehyung in the distance asking if anyone’s seen his strawberry body wash. Jungkook is seated on the floor near the front door, his brows furrowed and his lower lip jutting out in a pout as he fights to close the zipper of his suitcase.
“Got it!” he exclaims after a few seconds, triumphant. “Where’s your stuff, Noona? I’m gonna load the car.”
You begin to stand up from your spot on the couch. “It’s in my room, let me go get—”
Jungkook is on his feet and halfway down the hall before you can even finish your sentence. He returns a moment later with your luggage in tow, shooting you a grin and a wink as he passes by. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs. “Remember?”
Of course you do. You remember like it was yesterday—because, well, it was yesterday and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. You remember the moment you shared at the beach and the way his hand felt so right wrapped around your own. You remember the way you’d dropped to your knees for him so readily in the shower last night. And you definitely remember the way he’d fucked you afterward—slow and deep in the best possible way, even with your brother’s untimely interruption.
After what feels like an eternity, both cars are finally packed and ready to go. You bid goodbye to the boys who are riding with Jimin, promising to stay in touch, before climbing into the passenger seat of Jungkook’s beat-up sedan. Jungkook himself is already lounging behind the wheel, his sunglasses perched low on his nose as he fiddles with his phone. He looks up at your entrance and flashes you a smile, tapping his screen a few more times before holding it up so you can see.
“I changed your contact photo,” he says. “Like it?”
You peer at his phone, and something in your chest clenches when you see the photo he’s selected. You’re on the beach beside the volleyball net, illuminated by the setting sun. The sky is streaked through with pink and orange behind you, but through some editing magic, Jungkook has made it so that you are glowing even brighter in the foreground—with laughter etched across your face and the wind in your hair. It’s a beautiful photograph, and you tell him so, unable to contain the dangerously warm affection blossoming in your chest.
“I love it,” you say. “I usually don’t like having my photo taken, but wow. You have a talent for this.”
Jungkook’s smile grows. “I have a pretty muse,” he replies, and your cheeks warm.
The door to the backseat opens with a bang, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound. “Yo,” Yugyeom says, plopping down and buckling his seatbelt. “We ready to roll?”
Jungkook scowls and puts his phone back into his pocket. “Careful with the door, man. I need this thing to last through the summer.”
Yugyeom puts his hands up in apology, and Jungkook turns back to face the front, starting the ignition with a flick of his wrist. The engine sputters to life, and Jungkook waits for Jimin to pull out first before following after him, tailing the van out of the driveway and onto the winding road that will take you back into the city.
“Music?” you ask, gesturing at the stereo.
“Go for it,” Jungkook replies. “You want my phone so you can put on the roadtrip mix?”
“Sure.”
With the help of the upbeat music and Jungkook’s tendency to drive just a touch over the speed limit, you make it to the winding roads of Yugyeom’s neighborhood in what must be record time. “You missed the turn,” Yugyeom says lazily from where he’s sprawled across the entire backseat. “Turn left here—we can circle around and approach from the other side.”
Two more turns and a descent down a steep hill later, Jungkook manages to successfully drop Yugyeom off at his house. The drive across town takes no time at all, and before long, you’re cruising into your neighborhood, coasting past Jungkook’s driveway and straight into yours.
“Looks like we beat Jimin back,” you remark, looking at the empty spot where the van usually sits.
Jungkook hums. “Makes sense. He has more people to drop off.”
“Mm. Yeah.”
The sudden awkwardness that falls doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Clearing your throat, you reach for your purse, grabbing it from where it’s fallen to the ground near your feet. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” you begin, turning to open the door.
A strong hand wraps around your wrist, forcing you back into your seat. “Is that it?” Jungkook asks, and there’s an edge of something you can’t quite place in his voice. “Are you gonna go back to pretending like there’s nothing between us?”
You shake him free. “There isn’t anything between us,” you whisper. “We’re not on vacation anymore, Jungkook. We’re back home. Back to real life. We can’t do—whatever it is that we’ve been doing.”
“But you’re attracted to me,” Jungkook growls. “You like me. So why do you keep running away?”
A sigh escapes you. “Jungkook, it doesn’t matter if I like you or no—”
He interrupts before you can even finish your sentence. “Yes it does. It’s the only thing that matters.” And then he’s pulling you into his chest, taking advantage of your skewed sense of balance, and crushing his mouth to yours.
This kiss is different from the others you’ve shared so far. It’s hungry and passionate, and yet it’s tinged with something else—something that feels strangely akin to desperation. Jungkook kisses you with urgency, and it’s so raw and unbridled that it steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you lightheaded.
Jungkook doesn’t say a word when he pulls away. Instead, he reaches down, popping the handle that opens the trunk and stepping out to pull your suitcase from within. Silently, he presses the handle into your hand.
And then he’s turning—climbing back into his car and leaving you with nothing but the memory of his lips and a whirlwind of thoughts in your mind.
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