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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 32

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cw: explicit sexual content, smoking

"Holy shit," Steve gasps as he shudders through aftershocks. Holy shit. Holy shit. He's never coming alone again; wonders if he could get away with asking Eddie to record some sort of audio for future use, because- because fuck.

Eddie's incredible. Made him tease himself for what felt like hours — featherlight caresses over his stomach, his hips, his thighs — and when he finally let him come, Steve nearly fucking died. Supernovas in his vision, trumpeting angels in his ears. Alpha and Omega; the beginning and the end type of shit. His heart went all off rhythm, and his entire body shook, and that melted honey feeling crystalized inside his chest; a sugar cube embedded in the center of his heart.

"Holy shit," Eddie echoes on the tail of a breathless laugh. He looks just as fucked out as Steve feels, flushed and fucking gorgeous, and Steve hears him shuffling around behind him; tucking himself back into his shorts, taking off his ruined shirt. He wipes his sticky hands on the fabric then moves to clean Steve up, using his t-shirt as a rag; dragging it over Steve's stomach, his pubes.

Steve giggles. "That tickles!"

"You're welcome," Eddie grins. He tosses the shirt onto the floor, and Steve moves to take his off.

"Here," he offers, "take mine." The thing's rucked up under his armpits, probably a little gross from sweat, but he doesn't want Eddie to be cold, and he especially doesn't want him to get up to find a new one. Feels like he might evaporate if Eddie leaves right now.

Eddie pushes him back down gently, and when he looks at him, it feels... reverent.

Like adoration.

Sugar cubes.

"Nah, Stevie." He bends to kiss his forehead with a wet, playful smack. "You keep it."

Steve settles back between his thighs and peppers kisses over the tattoos he can reach, stopping at one he asked about earlier. The fluffy cloud, the sleeping fox. "Will you tell me about these now?" Another kiss. "If you want."

Eddie sighs and sits up straighter; lights himself a cigarette. He pokes at each tattoo in turn, the skin dimpling under his touch, and says, "Fox, and Skye. My half-siblings."

"You have siblings?"

"Sure do. Four and seven last time I saw ’em. And yes,” he adds with a smirk in his voice, “my mom was a dirty hippie, in case their names didn’t make that abundantly clear.”

Steve laughs under his breath. "I see why you didn't want to talk about that before."

He traces the outline of the art; thinks about all the other stuff he doesn't know about Eddie, about his life outside of school, outside of Hawkins. Startles himself a little with how badly he wants to learn.

“Son of a bitch…” Eddie whispers. He sounds like he’s talking to himself, and when Steve glances up at him, his gaze has drifted to the middle distance, staring somewhere past the mirror and the guitar hung on the wall.

“What is it?” Steve asks. A dark smudge of anxiety cuts through the afterglow. It's probably nothing, but three years of fighting monsters has set him permanently on edge.

“Nothing," Eddie assures, blinking fast to snap himself out of it. "Sorry. I'm just— just realizing they’re both way older now." He licks his upper lip; clucks his tongue. "Jesus. I haven’t seen them since ’79.”

Oh. “How come?” He probably shouldn’t ask. Feels intrusive and rude.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. “Oh, you know,” he answers, and his tone is flippant, swooping melody, but Steve can hear the vulnerable quiver lurking just below. The slightest tremor; a flicked bass string. “Pretty classic tale. Mom remarried, I was the moody teenage step-son getting in the way of the guy’s fresh start. Also,” he sucks in another puff of smoke, croaking on the exhale, “turns out hippies can be homophobes, too, so...”

“Wait, seriously?” Steve twists to sit upright, to spring into action, as if he’s about to— what, exactly? Fight the past on Eddie’s behalf? (He’d do it, for the record, but he’s pretty sure it’s not an option. Not unless one of El’s siblings knows how.) "Eddie, that sucks; I'm so sorry."

“Down, boy,” Eddie snorts, voice gone husky from the smoke. "It's fine; it's old news."

He clearly doesn't care to wallow when he just got his rocks off, so Steve eases himself back down; borrows the cigarette. When he hands it back he jokes, "Should I be worried that it’s, like, kinda hot when you talk to me like I'm a dog?”

Eddie hollers out a laugh, his head knocking against the wall, all those wild curls bouncing around his shaking shoulders. "Jesus Christ. You're fucking dangerous," he beams.

Steve smiles back; pokes the comic bubble on Eddie's knee. "You like danger."

"Little shit.” He rolls his eyes and smiles, softer now, biting it back. The cassette reaches its end. A peaceful hush falls over the room. "Yeah. I guess I do."

—

Later, when the moon is high and the weed's all gone and sleep tugs at their eyelids like a needy kid; when they're curled on their sides face-to-face on the bed, Eddie reaches across the gap between them and says, "Stay?"

Steve takes his hand; brushes his lips over bare knuckles. "Kiss me?"

"In the morning," Eddie promises. "If you still mean it, ask me then."

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part 33

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fushiglow · 7 months

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Gojō Satoru's rude awakening

I'm refusing to let myself seriously entertain the possibility that Gojō can come back after chapter 236. However, that's because I'm trying to protect my future self from disappointment, not because I think it's implausible — and I really want to talk about this image!

A couple of days ago, @runabout-river shared an interesting theory about what might happen next for Gojō. The post itself is well worth a read, but it was the choice of the above image that really set my mind alight. This scene is fresh in our minds after the anime adaptation of Hidden Inventory, and timing is clearly never an accident with Gege Akutami. So, why is it relevant now?

We see Gojō giving himself over to his past, lost in his happy dreams of his youth, only for Megumi — Gojō's first student and a symbol of the future that he envisions — to bring him back to the present by telling Gojō, "You're the one who called us here, please don't go dozing off."

In other words, "You're the one who dragged us into all of this, don't go pretending this isn't reality just because it's nicer in the past."

In my immediate reaction to 236, I said:

Gojō's dying bloody smile shows he's at least happy in his final moments. [...] Although, if Gojō actually is at peace in death, maybe that's the reason Gege will bring him back. He'll *never* let that man be happy, I swear.

It was just a joke, but seeing @runabout-river's post made me realise that Akutami has already set a precedent for 'punishing' Gojō for looking backwards. When he's dreaming about his past, Megumi scolds him and brings him back to the present. When he 'lets his mind wander' to his blue spring in Shibuya, he literally gets locked in a box where time doesn't pass, only to immediately find himself at the bottom of Japan's deepest ocean trench when his students bust him out to fix the problem he created.

As a side note, in both of these moments, the anime adaptation played a melancholy version of Gojō's Limitless theme — the audio representation of Gojō's youth. I'll eat my hat if it doesn't play again when chapter 236 is eventually adapted (I shared some more insights into some of the easter eggs hidden in the season 2 score in my mini review of the Hidden Inventory soundtrack if you wanna read).

If Gojō dies here, looking backwards to his youth, then he's taking the easy way out and that's what I find hardest to swallow about 236. Gojō leaves what is potentially the most difficult conversation he'll ever have — telling Megumi the truth about his father — to Shōko. He leaves his students to deal with the fallout of his failure to cremate Getō's body. He's saddling the people he loves with the responsibilities he leaves behind, and that's not fair.

However, we won't know if that's what's happened for sure until the whole story is told. Gojō doesn't mention his students in this chapter, and lots of people were bewildered that he seems unconcerned about their safety in a world without him. While that could simply be explained by his faith that they've "got it from here", there's a chance that he genuinely didn't think about it and he's about to get a rude awakening as his punishment — hence, "I pray that this isn't just a delusion".

I would *adore* it if Shōko dragged him back to life kicking and screaming, hauling him away from his pleasant fantasy of youth to tell him, 'No, you and Getō don't get to leave me behind to pick up the pieces again'. Because isn't that Shōko as a character? The one who's left to pick up the pieces in their wake? The one to heal the wounds and lay the bodies to rest while everyone forgets she's even there?

It would be the most character development she ever receives, and I'd love to see how Gojō and Shōko's dynamic changes when he's not the 'Strongest' anymore. So, in Shōko's own words:

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #呪術廻戦 #jjk 236 #jjk meta #jjk analysis #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen analysis #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk leaks #i can't stop talking about this chapter #so i guess it might actually be really good???#i'm literally drafting another post right now 💀

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billthedrake · 3 months

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCAL (CHAPTER THREE)

I woke up the next day to find the bed empty again. I don’t know what it was, but I usually woke up early with Dad and we both had breakfast before heading to our jobs. This weekend, it seemed as though I was catching up on the sleep I had not been having because of the increased workload from the promotion. I was also sleeping like a baby because of dad’s increased libido and his breakthrough, finally let me go there... have a taste of that beautiful furry ass. I was already sporting morning wood, feeling like a teenager again when I realized I should get up and see what was on today’s docket.

I roused up and slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt. The dildo was there on the nightstand but cleaned and standing up, like Dad had set it ready for future use.

I padded down the hall and saw the door to my office was closed. I realized Dad must have been doing another session with the Company when I heard him talking with the Tech Bro. I didn’t know he’d scheduled anything, but I figured he’d fill me in later. Meanwhile I went to fix some coffee for us, hopefully he would not be in there too long.

I checked my phone and saw the email from the Company:

"Hello Kyle,

I hope the Protocol is going well for you! Just checking in to see if everything has been going well with you and Brian. Let me know if you’d like to have a virtual follow up. We like to make sure our customers are finding success in their lives after using our service.

The Company"

They were definitely getting a five-star rating!

Dad finally came out, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Morning son," he greeted me. I was surprised he had done his consultation shirtless, but it was the weekend, no need to be so formal.

"Hey Dad. You talked to the Company?" I asked as I got our mugs out and ready for the coffee. He looked at me, smiling before nodding, "Yep. It was a debriefing consultation to make sure everything was going well."

I leaned on the counter, eyes heavy on him, smiling, "And...?"

A part of me was still worried Dad might think it was not working or it was a hoax. Every time I put him under, I always ensured he was unaware that he went under, so how could he even know if he was actually being hypnotized?

He grinned. "And... I’m getting some incredible sex. Having you eat me out was incredible. I guess I had too many hang ups to realize how good it could be. Not sure if it’s like the placebo effect because I haven’t done anything except for listening to those audio files. A month ago, I would not have let you near my backdoor and last night you ate me out and shoved a dildo in me and it wasn’t bad. I actually enjoyed it.” He grinned, blushing a bit. He was adorable.

"It was amazing for me, too, Dad."

Dad had a knowing smirk as he walked towards me. He gave me a kiss and then lowered his shorts and turned around, bracing himself on the island.

"I, um, cleaned myself out again, son... you think you could rim me?” He blushed.

My first thought was uh oh, I created a horny monster. My second thought was fuck it, Dad’s ass is meaty as hell, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in there and munch away.

I crouched down and grabbed those meaty cheeks, slapping them a bit. Dad let out a small grunt.

“You have such an amazing ass, dad. Beautiful, muscled, hairy... a real man’s ass.” It was like tawdry newlywed sex, fucking around with Dad in every room of the house.

The man reached back and parted his buns. Dad’s trench was hairy and I loved that Irish Spring smell and the way his hairs there were almost fluffy soft. I licked the crevice. Dad liked that, but he LOVED it when my tongue made contact with his pucker.

"Oh God, son. Rim me, buddy.... Aw yeah, just like that."

Like the night before, he hiked his ass back and rode my face. But unlike the night before I had a good position to grip his ass to hold him steady when I wanted to power drill that hole with my tongue.

I probably alternated my rim approach and ate him out for ten solid minutes before I pulled back. I pressed a finger against his ring and watched it sink in. Deeper than that dildo last night. I wondered if Dad played with that toy while I was asleep, practicing as I slept next to him, unaware that my old man was fucking himself in preparation for my cock. Fuck, that turned me on, and I tried inserting two fingers with some extra spit. It was too much but Dad loved the combo of one finger inside and one finger along the outside of the ring.

"Come on buddy, stand up," he finally said. Not angry or scared about my exploration of his ass. He sounded out of breath, "Your turn stud, let me take care of you."

I pulled back and did what he asked as I pulled down my shorts. I had a pretty good idea I was going to be getting serviced by Dad.

“I think you may be obsessed with my ass just like I’m with your cock, huh.”

He was such a great cocksucker, something I would never say aloud to him. I don’t think we were there yet, but the man gave the best head. He knew exactly what I liked, and my favorite was how he would be on his knees with his eyes on me, looking up at my reaction to gauge how fast or slow he should go.

Of course, Dad did not disappoint with his performance. The big beefy guy got on his haunches and just went to town on my dong. I still remember the first time he blew me and surprised me at how amazing it was to have my father’s lips and tongue and throat on my cock. It just got better with the longer he and I fooled around. Steady bobs as he gave the base of my shaft a slight twist with his hand. The man was a milking machine and every time he sucked me off, it made me feel like the only man in the world.

"Oh SHIT!" I cried when dad deepthroated me out of nowhere. I was already horned up and had my eyes closed with my hands on his shoulders, rubbing them as he did his thing. The deepthroating was unexpected and that tripped my wire and got me firing my morning load.

Dad gulped it down expertly and stayed with my cock in his mouth while I rode the orgasm, which went on longer than usual. I had to pat his hair, urging him to slow down and finally pull off. He had a big grin when he did.

"That going to last ya, buddy?" He asked as he got up, his cock obscenely stretching the fabric of his shorts.

"How long does it have to...?” I nervously asked. I was already thinking of an afternoon quickie. If my dad’s ex thought he had a crazy libido, I must’ve inherited it as well and then some. I was ready to jump him again as he scratched his pec and with his thumb cleaned a bit of cum on his chin before putting it in his mouth and sucking it off.

"At least till tonight," he laughed at my reaction watching him suck off his thumb with remnants of my cum. He gave me a pat on the shoulder, "Go ahead and shower up son. I’ll fix some breakfast."

“Don’t you want to come and shower with me instead?” I asked as I tried to grab his cock.

He laughed and slapped my hand away before he spun me around and held me in his arms, “We’ll run out of the hot water if I go in with you, bud.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then slapped my ass, “Get in the shower, son, that’s a fatherly order.”

“Yes sir.” I did a half ass salute and left.

****

Later that morning, I set up in my office and met the Tech Bro for a consultation. Their customer service was exceptional. I replied to his email and within minutes, we had set up this meeting for the same day.

It was a great conversation. I was a little embarrassed to talk about all the sex stuff, but I figured that’s why we went with these guys. So, I told him about the progress with rimming and toy play.

Tech Bro gave me an "attaboy" smirk. "Glad to hear, Kyle. Is that what you wanted to get out of this?"

He knew there was more both sexually and otherwise, but I was hesitant to admit it.

"A lot of it, yeah," I replied, "I don’t wanna push D—uh, Brian to do something he doesn’t wanna do." I almost referred to him as Dad but had to stop myself.

"Like I mentioned before, Kyle, this just taps into Brian’s deeper desires, not run against them. Keep reminding yourself that if he doesn’t want to do something, he will not do them."

As he explained, I noticed Tech Bro was wearing a slim-cut navy suit without a tie. But my attention was drawn to his pocket square. I don’t know why I was so focused on that. Maybe because it looked old fashioned. Or something my CEO would wear or something. Or maybe it was just the pattern.

"Good," Tech Bro said. "You feel confident with the Protocol going forward." More of a statement rather than a question.

"Yeah," I responded confidently, "It took me a while to get the hang of it, but Brian seems really receptive and that helps."

Tech Bro smiled and nodded, "I’ve not met a more receptive subject in a long time Kyle."

I was strangely proud of that comment and a bit horny. I would definitely need Dad to help me out if he wasn’t tired or busy. I absentmindedly rubbed my crotch until we finished.

"Well, you guys are the best," I gushed.

He laughed, "Always glad to hear a customer is happy."

We wrapped up and signed off. I felt a little lazy that afternoon and though my cock was straining my shorts, my tiredness won out and I took a nap while Dad watched golf.

***

I hated Sunday evenings, since it meant the end of the week, but it had been an amazing, relaxing and unforgettable weekend with Dad. I sometimes worried if I’d ever get sick of this domestic life with my father. I smiled and decided no, I would never get sick of being with Dad. Only wish I could openly show him off as my husband rather than just my father...

I did the dishes after dinner, and he put them away. As he was finished with the last one, I dropped the trigger word. No need to have the theatrics of waiting it out or planning. After the conversation with the tech bro, I owned it, using the trigger that made dad into this beautiful zonked out hunk wherever we were.

"Power down."

Dad entered that relaxing state easily and readily.

Before, I’d been focused on specifics, but now, it was like a switch in mind shifted and now, I just wanted to get him under.

"You are in that white room, Brian." I said with confidence.

I was getting hard in my shorts as I stood a couple feet in front of him, matching his vacant stare with my own.

"Yes, it’s bright in here." He replied. It seemed like dad was beginning to be more confident in this state as well. He sounded as though he were awake and not under. I had to check and grabbed his hand, raising it and letting go. His arm fell and hit his side, but he did not register anything. My cock was beginning to hurt from straining my shorts.

"Yes it is... It is blindingly white. Soon, though, you are beginning to feel a faint breeze. Do you know where it is coming from?”

“No, I’m alone in here.”

“That’s not completely true, Brian. Kyle is always with you.” I grabbed his hand and he looked at me and smiled, “Kyle is here.”

“He is and he is going to be with you always, making sure you are safe and happy. Even now, you and Kyle realize that there is water coming into the room. It’s slowly filling the room until your feet are under the water.”

“Son, we have to leave. The water could rise.” I felt him tighten his grip and try to pull me in.

“As long as you are in the room with Kyle, nothing will happen to you, Brian.”

“But my son... I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“As long as you are with Kyle in the room, nothing will happen to him. Both of you are protecting each other. Why is that?”

“We love each other.”

I smiled and caressed his hand. He lightened his grip, and his thumb began to caress my hand.

“Now Brian, the water is up to your ankles, the water is a beautiful blue, it is relaxing to be in the cool water flowing beneath you."

"I’m feeling relaxed." Dad said.

"You are safe in this white room. With the cool water, Kyle and his voice."

Dad was smiling, “My beautiful son... a real stud.”

I was breathing hard, this was really hot, dad’s innermost thoughts verbally expressed and, in his mind, I was ‘beautiful’ and a ‘stud,’ "You are safe with him." I said in a raspy voice.

Dad nodded.

"When the time is right, Kyle will guide you." I reached out with my free hand and touched his arm. As soon as I had made him feel safe and he felt my touch again, I could see dad get fully erect. He was chubbing a bit when I held his hand, but he lost it when he went into protection mode. Now that we were ‘safe’ he began to get hard again, sporting an equally angry boner like mine.

"With his body and his voice, he will lead you through this water safely."

"My son is such a good boy.” His breathing was getting heavy now.

If dad kept whispering sweet nothings to me, I would cum hands free.

"On the count of three you will return to your kitchen, once again following all instructions and suggestions and being unaware that you were under.” I let go of him and kept my close proximity with him.

"One... the water is drawing away.... Two.... the white is darkening, the water receding fully now.... Wake up...Three."

He blinked and smirked, mistaking my proximity with wanting to initiate something.

"Someone horny?" He asked.

Maybe he wasn’t so mistaken. "A little," I admitted.

Dad grinned, “Duty calls.” Dad crouched down in front of me and fished out my cock. I placed my hands on his shoulders and let him take care of me.

***

The work week hit in the worst way. My promotion meant I had more responsibility at work, which was translating into longer hours. Dad had dinner ready for me when I got home, but I was tired and stressed. I even begged off one of his blowjobs one night. He was sad but bounced back by giving me a foot rub as we watched T.V. and then another massage before bed.

I did make sure to put Dad under a couple of times, to reinforce the Protocol. Maybe it wasn't quite the rush of a turn on to do so now, almost a routine. But I didn't want to lose our progress. The novelty was wearing off, but I can’t deny it was working wonders.

I noticed the dildo had moved a couple times during the week. I guessed Dad was using the dildo on his own for his “bottoming exercises,” and I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Now, each time I came home, I would play “Where’s Waldo” with the dildo see if the dildo had traveled between rooms while I was away.

By the time Friday rolled around, I was ready for a special date night. Dad was in a giddy mood too, his eyes almost twinkling in excitement when he asked if I had anything I wanted to do that evening.

"Why don't you get cleaned out, Dad?" I asked. "That is, if you can wait a little for dinner."

The man undid the buttons on his plaid shirt. Damn he had a hell of a lot of muscle, more defined than before. He had been hitting the gym with more frequency now. He wasn’t jacked but was getting some real definition. Honestly, I loved my dad’s body before, but if he was hitting the gym harder AFTER we initiated the Protocol, well, that’s a nice bonus I thought.

"You got it, buddy," he said. Chipper as hell. This from a man who wouldn't even let me touch his ass a month ago. "Any chance I could get a taste of ya first? You know, as a preview?"

I grinned and unzipped my suit. Friday was business casual, but I was still trying to dress for success in my new role. I sat on the couch and let Dad scarf down my dong, slobbering on it, and working my length, before he pulled off.

"You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?"

"Probably, yeah."

Dad gave another quick suck then pulled off. "Let's hold that thought, buddy."

As Dad got up, he walked away but stopped and looked back before saying, “I love when you wear your suits, son. Turns me on like no other seeing my executive stud in his tailored suits.” I bit my lip and grabbed hold of the cushions and concentrated on my breathing. This man was about to make me cum. God, I was the one that needed to get in a quick cold shower if I was going to survive without cumming.

While he showered and cleaned himself out with the new douche, I went to the bedroom and stripped down. I hadn't gotten off the day before and was hard as a rock and dad’s comment and oral service didn’t help at all. It felt like I had taken several Viagra pills for lunch.

I reclined on the bed naked except for a tie around my neck that dad had given me. It was funny, I never gifted dad with ties or socks for Father’s Day, but he would give me ties almost always on special occasions. I didn’t mind, especially since I wear a tie daily at work. Thinking of the ties helped me take a breather and get my erection under control until I started thinking about dad in a different light. I thought of when I would put dad under and what new suggestions I’d plant in his mind.

Finally my old man strutted in. All of his hot, blue collar muscle and his graying hair made him look incredible. Coyly, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he took it off and tossed it on the back of a chair.

"All ready for ya, son," he said as he got up on the bed, “Damn, buddy, you are pushing my buttons tonight, alright.” Just him saying that made me leak some pre.

"Could I eat a proper meal from that ass, dad?" I asked in a whispered voice. I was trying really hard not to shoot prematurely but dad was so fucking hot in that moment. His eyes ate me up, his hand was hot on my skin, and his fresh smell was intoxicating.

He straddled my waist, facing away, before backing his body towards me, "I think you could, son. I washed really well, bud, squeaky clean just for my boy."

"Let me show you my appreciation for cleaning yourself out..." I said as I kissed his left ass cheek, then his right. Dad leaned over some and reached back to pull his own buns apart.

Dad's hole was beautiful. Tight, puckered ring, just the right amount of fine hair around it. I leaned up and started licking.

"Buddy..." He pressed back into my munching mouth. I couldn't believe my father had gotten so into being eaten out. I think I surprised myself too by how much I loved to rim him. I was eating him, finally something to get my mind off my own leaking erection. I was in fucking heaven in that moment, munching on dad’s beautiful hole.

But as I worked his sensitive hole fast and slow, deep and shallow, I wanted to try more. I pulled back and teased the rim with my finger. The spit lubed the way and I watched Dad's hole open up enough to swallow my digit to the knuckle. Still tight as fuck but accepting. I prodded the entrance more. What surprised me more was that dad didn’t object in the least, letting me finger him. I needed to kiss him, show him how much I loved him.

"I wanna kiss you, Dad," I hissed.

"Yeah," he grunted and as he pulled away and turned around, I saw he was not only very erect, he was dripping mad. Like father like son, both men leaking like faulty faucets. He repositioned his body and I met him halfway, our mouths crashing together for a deep, wet kiss.

"Love ya, buddy," he growled into my lips.

"Love you too Dad. So much."

We kind of wrestled on the bed. Dad was bigger and stronger but he let me take the top position, my younger body positioned above his. Once I was there, Dad's eyes widened and he let out a choked groan. And like that, I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his hands clutch at my arms.

This was the hypnosis kicking in, I guess. I gave a sexy smirk to him as I reached over for the lube. Then I wedged my hand beneath our bodies to find that magic spot beneath Dad's legs.

"Damn!" he hissed the second I touched his pucker.

"Feel good, Dad?" I asked. I probed deeper. My fingers were extra lubed and soon Dad's hole would be too.

He nodded, urgent and vulnerable. "You have no idea, buddy."

I slathered the rest of the lube onto my cock and scooted in place.

"You're big," he hissed as I smeared the greasy liquid around his entrance, stimulating him in the process.

His eyes rolled back as his head hit the pillow under him. "God..." He grunted euphorically.

It was an awakening, the point of no return, he was getting that promised ‘pleasure tenfold’ I suggested to him before. He was being bombarded by pleasure from everything; my touch, my weight on his, my cock entering him, his ‘secret spot’ in his ass, amplified by his need to make me happy and deliver me pleasure with his body. Everything was perfectly aligned for dad to have an unforgettable date night.

I took in his momentary, out of body experience at the chance to power my hips forward. And like that, my dick was pushing into the tightest most wonderful sleeve. Wet and hot. I was wedged about four inches inside my father's cherry. Me, his son, I was breaching his cherry for real.

"Fuck!" I growled, overcome by the feeling and the knowledge I was taking Dad's virginity.

The man's eyes opened up and looked at me in a silent plea. His hands were gripping my arms too tightly and his tree trunk legs were crushing my sides, but I didn’t care. I saw fear on his face. Not pain, not discomfort, but something more primally psychological. I was going to help him through it, even if I had to endure this moment of discomfort too.

"Listen to my voice, Dad," I urged. My dick held dead still inside his guts as I looked down on him. "You're making me feel good, Dad. Feeling really great, thanks to you... I want to continue... I need to fuck."

I started sawing in and out with gentle, micro thrusts.

"God, son," Dad grunted. He was feeling a range of intense feelings. My cock, his stretched hole, the novel sensations of having his guts opened up. His eyes focused more intently on me, trying to follow the hypnotic suggestions that had been planted.

"This feels right, Brian," I grunted. This was the first time I'd called Dad by his first name outside of the hypnosis sessions. I was thrusting in and out of Dad now. Getting deeper. The man was still tight as fuck. I was getting a hell of a first ride. "Tell me this feels right."

Dad's voice was soft and deep. "It feels right, Kyle."

I fucked him faster, deeper. "I'm gonna try to hit your spot, Brian.... you gonna let your son all the way in?"

"I want you to, Kyle," Dad said. Eyes still trained laser focused on my face, his attention still craving my voice.

I slowed the in and out motion and jabbed at that deepest cherry spot with shallow thrusts. "Right there, Brian... Dad... feel it?"

He tried to keep his eyes on me, but his body was going into overdrive. He was sweating a lot. His legs were still pressing me tightly but with the sensation of my cock in his ass, I didn’t care. Dad soon screamed, "YES!"

His fingers tightened even more around my biceps, it actually hurt how with powerful his grip was.

"Oh, Kyle... son!"

"Feel it, Dad," I urged. I graduated from shallow jabs to full deep strokes into Dad. Giving him the full fuck his first time out. His face turned red and his body grew rigid. And hands free, his cock fired off. Heavy jets of Dad's seed shot out, all over his body, reaching his cheek and forehead even, his cum was that strong.

I couldn't hold off either. I was orgasming the hottest orgasm of my life. The load flooding Dad's no longer virgin guts matched the size of the one he was shooting. The whole time, his hand gripped me and his legs wrapped around my ass greedily.

We both broke into a smile as we came down from our mutually timed high. I didn't want to pull out yet, and Dad didn't want to unclench his legs just yet.

"That... buddy... was fucking amazing," Dad said.

"Dad... I didn't even dream it could be so good," I said.

We kissed and embraced. His legs and hands let up finally, letting our make out session be a comfortable experience for me. But, after a minute of this romantic kissing, we were both getting horned up again, wanting to experience what had just happened for a second or third time. We looked at one another and knew, we were going to fuck again.

#drakestories

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vendettaparker · 1 year

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I Don’t Care

summary: just a silly, harmless tiktok prank on peter... right?

warnings: very very slight angst (like so little idk if this should even be a warning), possible typos

word count: 718

a/n: i wrote this before my hiatus and didn’t like it that much, but then i recently reread it and i liked it so here it is :)

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Tiktok pranks. It was simple; you loved them, Peter hated them, and everyone at least got some sort of entertainment from them.

Of course, with a boyfriend as sensitive as Peter, there were times when the pranks may have been a bit much or went a little too far. Like the time you “broke up” with him using a Tiktok audio. Or the time you held pasta in your mouth and then asked him to crack your back—that one scarred him. He thought he’d broken your back or something and it only took all of ten seconds of you laying limp on the ground for him to burst into tears and call Bruce.

And then of course there was today. The trend was simple, and you’d learned your mistake from the pasta incident, so it was by no means as harsh of a trend. All you had to do was say “I don’t care” at any point in your conversation with Peter to see how he would react. Simple enough, right?

You weren’t even sure what you expected. Maybe you expected him to just be confused or to get slightly annoyed. You definitely could not have predicted what actually happened though.

“I’m not sure about the new suit design,” Peter said as he looked over the holograms. The two of you were in the lab, looking over upgrades for suits that your dad had set up for you to confirm, “If I go back to spandex, I’ll keep getting wedgies when I’m on patrol and I hated that. But the nanotech is glitchy sometimes—it doesn’t run as smooth.”

Peter was rambling, possibly to himself, as you looked at your phone. To him, it looked as though you were looking at emails or scrolling through social media, but really you were recording.

“I also don’t like the new colors. I like the classic red and blue, don’t you? I feel like it’s friendly and just the right amount of childish and it’s just what people expect. Like there’s no way I could go out there in black—”

“I don’t care,” you cut Peter off, not even bothering to look up from your phone, really making you look disinterested in what he had to say.

“Oh,” Peter said quietly, “sorry.”

He pursed his lips and continued to look over his holograms in silence. A few moments when by and Peter didn’t say anything else, so you decided to just stop recording, ready to just apologize and fess up to it being a joke.

You set your phone down and looked up at Peter, now noticing the way his nose was twitching. He even sniffled a little, but quickly hid it under a cough.

“Pete?” You frowned, walking over to him.

“Yeah?” he said sadly, not looking up from his suit designs.

“I’m just messing with you, baby,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders, “I’m sorry, I do care, I promise.”

“Sometimes I feel like you don’t,” Peter sniffled, “like when you play all these mean pranks on me.”

“Aw, Peter,” you cooed, feeling bad now for even thinking that this would be fun to do. Terrorizing Peter may be fun for you, but he wasn’t fun for him and that was something you hadn’t thought about, “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I really do care about you, you know that, right?”

“I guess,” Peter shrugged, but tears began to spring in his eyes anyways, “I just don’t really think I want to be in a relationship with someone who makes me feel so sad all the time.”

“Peter,” you took his hand, “please, I-I’m sorry, I won’t do any more pranks. I didn’t think it through and I didn’t realize how hard it must be to be on the other end of these pranks. I really do love you, please.”

Peter pulled his hand away and blinked, causing some tears to roll down his cheek, “you didn’t realize how hard it must be?” he asked, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

Now you had tears on your own. You shook your head, “I’m really sorry.”

“Well,” Peter wiped his eyes, “now you know how it feels,” he said as his lips curled into a smile.

“What?” you sniffled.

“Gotcha, babe,” Peter smirked.

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meowzfordayz · 11 months

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Hello, if I may, could I ask for an emergency request, please? I screwed up one of my finals (the only one of my class to do so), so now I'm going to have to retake the course next semester without any of my friends and it will overall just set me back, so I have been in the dumps and whatnot. So, maybe a soft smut with Gyomei comforting a reader that just feels like a giant screw up that can't do anything right, please? I know this is very specific, you of course don't have to write it if it makes you feel uncomfortable!

Hihi! ☺️ That sucks. 😭 Finals are difficult and stressful, and it's disappointing when hard work doesn't pay off. 😖 I failed my orgo chem final this past spring semester 😬 (my way of reassuring you that you're not alone), but fortunately the class was structured so that if you did well in the other assignment categories, then you could still earn a B (which I did). 😅 Really frustrating tho that that class structure doesn't seem like it was an option for you; I'm sorry for the setback. 😕 On that note, I hope nurture provides a lil comfort for you, albeit I admit it's more generic-soft-smut than anything specific (I alllso got ~carried away toward the end 🙃😏 carried away, translation: horny LMAO). Hang in there; you've got this! 🥺🖤

nurture

Himejima Gyomei x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

Song Inspo: Nurture by Sabrina Claudio Suggestion Fulfilled: My kitten~ May I request SFW/NSFW for my Husband. The big guy? // Could I please ask for intimate fluff? Just something to make a hopeless romantic feel fuzzy inside. Of course I'm going to ask for Gyomei, but part of me wants to see how you'd write Sanemi for this, but I digress. I have been audio stimming to a song s of late Nurture By Sabrina Claudio, and with this song in mind, can you write fluff to it for Gyomei?

“Does this feel okay?” Gyomei whispers into the curve of your collarbone, warm lips raising goosebumps across your glistening breasts, towels tossed haphazardly beside you.

Nodding slightly, you tangle your fingers through his soft, damp hair, ass seated on the edge of the bed, his strong body between your legs, gentle hands resting on your hips as he makes his way downward.

“And this?” he murmurs, nipping lightly at your skin, tongue gliding smoothly toward your nipple, collecting the lingering moisture from the shower.

“Almost there,” you chuckle breathlessly, stifling a giggle when his knees crack as he squats lower, fingers moving to cradle his chin before he continues his ministrations, “You’re beautiful.”

“As are you,” he promptly replies, nuzzling into your palm, “So beautiful.”

You smell beautiful as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them so tenderly that your shy protest fizzles as soon as it surfaces. Delicately, he brushes his thumb over your folds, touch so light you hear yourself whining, your fingers returning to his hair to tug him closer, to ask, beg, demand for, “More.” Again, he brushes his thumb over your folds, this time with enough pressure to elicit a low gasp when he passes your clit. Patiently, he repeats his motion, playing so carefully and sweetly, ignoring the hardness between his own legs as he gradually teases a familiar stickiness from your aching sex.

You taste so beautiful as your grip on his hair relaxes, enabling him to stand, his movements slow and easy to follow as he guides you further onto the bed, spreading your thighs once more as he settles himself comfortably below you, rutting into the mattress while his tongue slides against your inner thigh. “Gonna cum for me before I fuck you.” A statement as tantalizing as it is a guarantee, his favorite form of foreplay laid out before him as he kisses your folds, deft fingers resting at your entrance — a pleasurable promise. Methodically, he laps at your clit, messy and enthusiastic, savoring the tang of your essence, the satisfaction of your trembling; seemingly never tiring, pace impressively steady; slipping one Oh, then two F-fuck, eventually three fingers Gyomei! into your eager hole; well aware of the preparation necessary for penetration to be enjoyable.

You feel so beautiful as your eyes roll backward, the sounds of your orgasm muffled as your thighs clamp around his head, clit swollen beneath his tongue, fingers struggling to curl as you clench tightly. “Feel good?” he smirks as you push weakly at his forehead, changing his position to hover above you, heat emanating from his body even as he supports his own weight, barely grazing you, “Need time to rest?” the tip of his cock smearing precum against your pussy, jabbing lazy and heavy. “M’good, want to feel you,” you mumble happily, woozy from your climax, marveling at the tension in his muscles as you hold onto his triceps, “Fill me up, ‘kay?”

Laughing quietly, Gyomei’s expression darkens, groaning when you suck on your fingers and then reach down to guide his cock into your pussy. He’s unable to shove himself as immediately and fully into you as he’d like, head too bulbous and girth too thick, resigned to a painstakingly slow and torturous process of shallowly thrusting himself in further and further, your sharp inhales and stuttered moans doing little to help his thinning control.

“You don’t disappoint, do you?” you tease playfully, interrupting yourself with a whimper as he grinds himself even deeper into you, wincing at the delicious flash of pain as he nudges your cervix.

“‘Course not,” he mutters, control now dangerously frayed at the needy strain in your voice, broad shoulders hunched over you as he begins a punishing rhythm.

“Told me to fill you up,” hissing at the frantic scratching of your nails across his back as you’re caught off guard by his sudden wave of strength and desire, his muscles flexing.

“So I’m going to stuff your pretty pussy with my cock, gonna have you shaking, cumming, screaming my name, pleading for respite,” balls tightening at your wanton and willing submission, drowning in the feeling of your heat, the slick of your pussy, the sound of air being fucked from your lungs.

“But you won’t get any respite,” he warns, tone adoring and gentle despite the lewdness of his words, “There’s no respite for either of us ‘till I’m able to hear the squelch of my cum dripping out of you, ‘till I have to change the sheets ‘cause you’re leaking everywhere. Might have to plug you up with my fingers, or fill you up again if you lose too much, if I stretch you out too much to keep my cum in.”

#gyomei himejima #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #himejima x reader #stone hashira #drabble #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #emergency request

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autumnwhistles · 1 month

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New excerpt from my Last Life musical! This is from Song 12, Their Dubious Game. Leading up to this, Joel has become the first Red name and the server is ostracising him, as per the rules of the season – however, Scott finds this a little suspicious, recalling his time on 3rd Life where Red-Green alliances were prominent. For the first time he starts to doubt if the games are really what they seem.

Lyrics:

SCOTT: In spring, I dwelled, with my husband long ago We lived among the flowers, no thought for sand or snow… But then he fell to red That should have meant the end If the world truly matched the rulebook in our heads Yet still we stuck as one Our tie was not undone* And looking back, I can remember A fealty shades could not dismember Red, crimson, gold, all indifferent we stayed The king did not turn from his kingdom, With sun and sands, the swindler remained What changed were the rules, not the game we all played…

*thank you @rurus-kadoo for helpful tweaks with this line!

Extra notes:

THIS IS NOT THE FINAL PRODUCT! I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with all of this so there will be tweaks made.

The voices at the start are a chorus of players singing the previous song, "Green, Crimson, Gold", and will have lyrics as well but they're not included here possibly because I haven't written them yet, so they will sound less messy. This is because the two songs take place at around the same time and I thought it would be a good way to show it + it sounds cool + it shows Scott's attitude to the game compared to various other players, who aren't defying anything and are completely following the rules the game has set.

There are some glitches in the audio, eg 0:42, but they're either in the voice parts which means they'll be fixed during the recording process, or in the parts, which I can fix with splicing in production.

I don't think you have to watch 3L to understand this (though it would probably enhance it and I really recommend it, it's still my favourite Life series) – it is mentioned a few times in the musical but only as "the spring", and not extensively. Everything important that happened in it in relation to this will be explained in said song, and the first song implies that there have been multiple games and that this one takes place in the autumn "red leaves to mark the colours of the first to fall", so hopefully it's not too hard to figure out what "in spring" refers to. I'm following a headcanon I saw during Last Life that 3L took place in spring and LL in autumn, which I really liked but can't remember the poster (help would be appreciated).

That being said feedback on the above point (whether it's clear to understand or not) would be appreciated!

Likewise what it means to be red, etc, will be explained earlier in the musical.

I have alluded to a slight headcanon of my own in that (especially Last Life!)Reds aren't made aggressive, untrustworthy etc just by being Red, it's because that's what everyone just perceives of them as well (I have around 100 words of a fic I started for this actually...).

And yep there's a reference to the first song here (the titles of "the king" – ren, and "the swindler" – scar, being used hehe)!

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jantowrites · 2 months

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Hugs & Kisses

♡ Author's note; My very first short fanfiction on this blog, AHHH! Please don't come for me in regards to the audio, I think it fits the vibe heheh.

And please let me know what you think. Given this is the first fic that I have published here, I would LOVE to get feedback on everything, don't be shy!

♡ Content: Fluff, best friends to Lovers, did I mention fluff?

♡ Pairing: Levi Colwill x Fem!reader

♡ Summary: You and Levi visit sea life, where you share a moment.

The hammering sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella Levi and I promptly walked under was soothing to the ear. It was mid-July, July the 18th to be exact, summer still peeking through the obscure autumn-like weather, with the humid breeze wrapping uncomfortably around the heart of England, London.

Levi and I scurried up the staircase to the entrance of the sea life aquarium building. The soles of our shoes tapped against the concrete, occasionally splashing water here and there. Closing the umbrella, Levi shook the excess water droplets off it and opened the door for us to enter.

While inside, we exhaled in unison, not realising the air we held hostage for some odd reason. The air conditioning and the overall coolness inside the building forced me into a potent shudder as I felt goosebumps underneath my long-sleeved shirt.

Levi quietly chuckled under his breath before swiftly grabbing the back of his hooded sweatshirt and pulling it over his head. I watched as he allowed it to slightly bunch up in his grip before he extended his arm, motioning for me to take it from him.

‘Very well then, gentleman.’ I mockingly responded to his gesture before eagerly grabbing the soft, grey-colored material from his grip.

‘Always.’ He replied before shrugging, an amused look plastered on his face.

Sliding the hoodie over my head, the delicate whiff of fresh laundry, combined with his day-to-day perfume, the scent I Loved so much, found its way into my nostrils as I allowed the warmth from the hoodie to engulf me while yet another shiver found its way throughout my body.

‘Bloody hell, look at the map bruv! This place is huge, will deffo get lost in here man,’ Levi proclaimed as he used his index finger to point at the map in front of us that showcased the entirety of the aquarium. Something about his remark made me snicker, mainly because there was a chance we’d get lost inside this building.

Throughout our friendship, Levi and I have had our fair share of ‘dumb and dumber’ moments. Our bond, me and him, was different than any I have. We met in kindergarten and built our friendship into a solid one. Now, here we stand in front of the sea life map.

Making our way to the entrance as we excitedly stepped into the aquarium, the scenery of the water around us, between thick glass, was all but underwhelming.

‘Oh, my gosh, Levi, you see that shark?’ I questioned, as it was the very first animal we spotted. We both hastened our footsteps to get a better view of the sea creature. Out of instinct, our hands almost instantly pressed against the thick, cold glass, watching the humongous fish swim past us. I left my eyes wandering, following the shark before it disappeared from my peripheral view.

‘Bosh, this is only the beginning of the aquarium as well, you know? We’re gonna be in here for a while…’ I said as I turned to face him, whom I thought was still standing beside me, but the man had already moved to the opposite side, watching another shark swim past. I couldn’t help but laugh, knowing today would be a memorable event.

As we walked throughout the building, each with springs to our steps, the only words that made their way out of us were; ‘OOH!’ and ‘LOOK, LOOK!’ as we pointed at diverse things that caught our attention. Our excitement and giggles eventually became one with the similar noises of the kids in the building.

After walking for a while, we took a well-needed break, plopping down to the nearest sets of wooden planks labeled as seats. By now, we were halfway through the aquarium. The thought did bring a type of sadness, knowing it would all be over soon. Nonetheless, I was happy that I was finally spending time with Levi. I had to convince myself that I fully understood why things had to change now that he had become a professional football player. But quite frankly, I didn’t understand why. Why our daily hangouts gradually became less prominent.

‘What you thinking ‘bout then, all quiet,’ He interrupted my thought process as he probably noticed that I once again, as usual, decided to live inside of my head for a brief moment.

‘Just-’ I paused, knowing I eventually would have to cough up a word that would convince him I hadn’t been pondering over our less frequent hangouts, ‘happy.’ I replied after the pause, pursing my lips into a thin line and slowly nodding my head in approval of my statement.

I heard him sigh, ‘How many more times do I have to keep telling you this, Y/N. I know you very flippin’ well, I know you’re not being honest right now, just talk to me.’ He nudged my arm with his elbow, pushing me to the side as I dramatically leaned sideways. In return, I was the one to sigh now, knowing I had to tell him how and what I felt.

‘Levi, I am being honest. I am happy. I just miss you a lot. I’ve missed hanging out with you…’ I answered, tapping the pads of my fingers against my pants, seemingly looking over at him through my lashes.

His mouth gradually shaped into the smile I adored so much. Levi swung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a mixture of a side hug and an embrace. I took in the scent of his perfume that lingered on him, his beard lightly scraping against the very top of my forehead, and the heat that rose to my face. I felt the bliss of being in his presence.

‘I’ve missed hanging out with you too, Y/N. I know, I know we haven’t been able to hang out as we want to, it sucks.’ melancholy ringing in the tone of his voice. Pulling away from the embrace but maintaining a proximity of closeness that made my pulse rise, his eyes met mine.

‘However, I feel like I know a solution for that. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for quite some time now. Platonically, I like you, like a lot,’ he said before pausing, allowing his eyes to wander down at my lips, before quickly gazing into my eyes, ‘But romantically, I like you even more. Y/N..’

He paused yet again, scanning my face to try and soothe its puzzled appearance.

‘Will you be my girlfriend?’

As if time had stopped, the jellyfish around us had stopped swimming, and the air had run out. I felt stuck. Not until the corners of my lips instinctively rose, not until then was I able to utter a simple but prominent; ‘Yes, Levi.’

The fit of laughter we broke into had to be one of the most intimate settings we had endured within our bond. A love like this never felt so sure and was nothing but genuine feelings reciprocated, filled with the rawest form of our emotions expressed.

Cupping my face with his hands, I felt myself tremble under this touch as he leaned forward, merely inches away from letting our lips touch.

‘Can I kiss you, Y/N?’ he whispered against my lips, his cool breath hitting them.

‘Of course, you can,’ I replied, my stomach dipping right before we closed our eyes as he closed the tiny gap that never stood a chance. I instantly melted into the tender kiss, his lips perfectly set upon mine. It was as if our souls intertwined, morphed into one, and became the union we both had yearned for so long. In a language only he and I spoke, we shared our utmost Love for each other at that sweet moment.

#levi colwill #levi colwill fic #levi colwill x reader #levi colwill fluff #levi colwill x you #JANTOWRITES #levi colwill imagine

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popeyeschickensandwichnopickle · 6 months

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My critical review of the FNAF movie, as a lifelong fan of the franchise.

Alright I just saw the FNAF movie and I have some SHIT to say, some good some bad I think this will probably be very controversial.

PURELY JUST MY OPINION

SPOILERS AHEAD

Alright so the good parts:

1. I really liked Josh Hutcherson's acting and he made a great Mike, his relationship with Abbie was real and I liked his friendship with Vanessa through the movie.

2. I also really liked the dream sequence with the spirits communicating to him through his memories, I thought that was very interesting and well done.

3. Seeing Matpat was a very pleasant surprise and I understand Mark couldn't have been there because of his work on Iron Lung but maybe in the next movie he could have a role. I also saw someone complaining about how Matpat says "it's just a theory" in the film and I just wanted to comment on it and say that you should be grateful he got to be in the film in the first place, and what's the problem with him saying his signature line, me and the rest of the theater loved it.

4. End credits song was peak I'm so glad the living tombstone made it into the movie and hopefully they continue putting fnaf songs in the credits in the future if there indeed will be a trilogy.

5. The animatronics were absolutely beautiful and done so well, their movements and articulation was perfect and I loved them.

6. Vanessa is Elizabeth twist is awesome and has so much lore significance. I'm really glad to see something big like that in the movie rather than just taking concepts from the games and books and throw them all together. That gave me the idea of Vanessa's mother potentially starting the pizzaplex in the future due to the "higher ups" in the pizzaplex in security breach personally recommending her for the job.

Now the bad:

1. Springlocks.

I strongly disliked how they designed the springlocks and how they were set off in the movie. The design doesn't at all correlate with how they are supposed to look and be used, and it only covers the torso. Springlocks are supposed to be everywhere in the suit, all limbs, torso, and head. But they were only in the chest cavity of the old animatronics and spring bonnie, which isn't a huge problem it's just something that could have definitely been improved on. They also had different functionality, these springlocks looked like they wouldn't hold back the endoskeleton at all and are instead purely made for killing, which there would have been no reason for with these suits. I much prefer the windup design of springlocks that hold back all the parts inside the suits from collapsing inward, as described in the books.

2. The springlocks scene itself.

On top of the springlocks being different which I also didn't like in the scene, the way they did it with his helmet off is really upsetting. I get that it was probably so you could see expressions of pain and the look in his eyes, but it robbed us of a possible springlocks scene that could have been similar to the "one audio" I'm sure most diehard fnaf fans have heard, or the audio by "NLGL10n3I" which is done absolutely beautifully and would have made for a perfect springlocks scene. It would have been much better if it was muffled and you just saw the convulsions and blood from the suit snapping back into place.

4. "I always come back."

I really disliked how this line was delivered and just think it could have been said better, him being able to put his helmet on makes little sense to me because of the restrictions on his muscles the springlocks would have had, but it's not the worst thing.

5. The animatronics being "brainwashed."

I really didn't like the idea that the kids just didn't remember that afton was the one who had killed them, because they held onto that a lot in the games and stuff. So Abbie needing to put a drawing on the wall to show that "bad guy is bad" was pretty upsetting and didn't make any sense.

6. The fort scene.

I get it, they're kids, but they're not supposed to be like regular kids. They were murdered, and they're pissed about it, they don't care about anything other than getting revenge for their deaths or inflicting pain. It was also cringey, which they did to appeal to the audience I guess and it makes sense cause it's a pg13 movie but it still didn't fit the vibe of the rest of the film at all.

7. The film rating.

I understand that a lot of the audience isn't old enough to watch a rated R movie in theaters but it could have at least been rated MA. That being said, they got away with a lot more than I thought they could with the cupcake mauling the guy's face off and the girl being bitten completely in half. They could have not done so much with their deaths though and redirected it towards the springlocks scene, I'd much rather the rest of the kills be more mediocre and have an amazing springlocks death than have a mid springlocks death and some decent kills.

8. The blade whirring freddy mask.

I think the concept of a murder device in the pizzeria could have been done much better than just a mask with some spinning blades. A better idea for that would be a springlocks suit, assuming we didn't have the shit springlocks we got in the movie and had the ones that had to be wound back to hold back the suit. They did something similar with the clown animatronic that Chica tried to shove Abbie into, but it would be a lot better as a suit you wake up inside of and have to carefully unwind in order to open up the chest to escape, and to try not to set off the springlocks would have made for a much more suspenseful scene with opportunity to scare the audience by springlocking the suit just after Mike had escaped from part of or all of inside the suit.

Something similar to this is in the books, Charlie is trapped inside of a suit with springlocks that she has to carefully unwind to get free from. Mike could have learned how to do that through Vanessa when she points them out to him in the back closet.

9. The power and cameras.

I know it wasn't going to be like the games in that sense, but the cameras were used very little and there could have been some scenes where we could see, even as a little thing you'd just catch if you were looking, like animatronics moving through the pizzeria.

The power also was vastly different and just went on the fritz a couple times where Mike had to flip the breaker off and on, instead of the building running on a generator with a specific amount of power for the night.

10. No Markiplier :(

Self explanatory

The last one was a joke but that's overall my critical review of the movie, would and will absolutely watch again for things I missed and to look at things better. Please let me know your different thoughts on the movie and what you think.

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kymiya · 3 months

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geordi n cutie headcanons bc im trying to manifest their next audio

⋅ cutie can (and will) fuck up a seafood boil, i mean sauce all over their face and hands, broken crab shells everywhere, they dgaf 💀

⋅ geordi is a clean freak, and not in the way you’re thinking, he’s a clean freak because he literally cannot handle the thought of judgment. his anxiety is actually eating away at him when (or if) people come over

⋅ speaking of which, geordi actually doesn’t like inviting people over. well, he doesn’t really mind if people come over, but he would much rather go over to other people’s houses for his own comfort

⋅ cutie is also the same, but not for the same reason. cutie is the BIGGEST people watcher (and listener) and likes to sit back and observe how people react and move, not in a creepy way tho 😭just so they can get a gist of how they should respond and what to be mindful of

⋅ cutie HATESSS conflict, in any way. confrontation, fighting, awkward tension, hates it with a passion. which is a continuation of the last hc, they read peoples’ minds so much so they don’t have to ever deal with accidentally confusing or offending someone

⋅ geordi has the softest hands known to man, but they get sweaty easily, which is something he hates, i just KNOW this mf hates sweat. the feeling of it, skin on skin. which is one of the reasons he doesn’t like running

⋅ cutie and geordi have nights where they will binge one of their childhood shows, snuggled up in a weighted blanket (they both fall asleep within 15-20 mins 🫶🏾)

⋅ geordi’s personality gives off “mama’s boy” vibes but is actually closer with his dad, mostly because he n his mom held different viewpoints

⋅ geordi also has scars from his childhood from random times he was clumsy asf 💀he isn’t ever really insecure about it, but he’s never felt better about them until cutie started kissing each one and giving him compliments

⋅ cutie specifically gets lipstick only to cover geordi’s face in lipstick stains (like that one tiktok trend), but instead of posting it, they make it their home screen. geordi’s cute ass smile, lips n the rest of his face covered in red stains in the shape of cutie’s lips. UGHH i hate them

⋅ geordi gets lost in ikea very often

⋅ he also loves the kitchen sets and stays there for an abundance of time analyzing each parts (so real)

⋅ their first kiss as a couple was so awkward 😭geordi was trying to plan out how it would happen but after cutie kissed him on the lips without warning, he forgot how to function n just stood there. cutie literally heard his mind go blank, and it was like that for a couple of seconds. it was cute but actually so awkward for both of them (and geordi hates when cutie brings it up)

⋅ geordi had (and still has) lego sets as a kid and never let them go, nd he accidentally bring it up in a convo between them and now cutie helps build them with him

⋅ geordi’s body is naturally very warm, so when they cuddle in the spring/summer, they have to have thinner bed sheets n blankets so they both don’t wake up in sweat 💀

⋅ cutie does not want geordi meeting their family/parent(s), and not because they’re ashamed of geordi, because they never could be (who tf would??). but because they don’t have a good relationship with them

⋅ i feel like geordi moved a lot when he was younger, so he had trouble making friends n mostly stayed to himself, until he finally got to settle down in college nd met guy, which is still his bestfriend to this day

⋅ cutie had issues fitting in with others when they were younger, nd its a popular headcanon that they got their powers late (i think 😭), so when they started reading people's minds, they began to change in order to maintain friends

⋅ i genuinely can’t pick between if cutie and geordi would’ve meet in college/high school, but if they did, i feel like cutie probably changed their appearance A LOTT like they weren’t recognizable at first when geordi saw them at the park

⋅ geordi is CRAZYY good at math (i also don’t know if he’s a teacher or an accountant (in the recent audio)) (if he is a teacher, he’d be either a math or english teacher, ik it’s basic but ��🏾‍♀️)

#redacted geordi #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted cutie #my cutie patooties #i miss them #omg i miss geordi sm bro

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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #75

I'm home. It is 10:18PM where I live, and I have only just now been able to settle down enough to write this letter. After setting down all my things, one of the first things I ended up doing was clinging to M and crying; I love him a lot, and it's hard to be away from him for such a long time. Our cats missed J and I, too. Hunter has firmly nestled himself against my body, and is purring very loudly as I am writing this, hahaha!

J, Br, and I ended up all driving home together. As it turns out, the airplane has a few small mechanical problems with the back wheel that make it not 100% safe to land. So this week, the mechanical issues will be fixed, and J will return to Pennsylvania on his own in a rental car next week.

I don't so much enjoy the idea of him making such a long trip solo. But he is an adult human, and despite my worries and misgivings (J has a tendency to neglect his self-care when he's on his own), he must be free to use his will as he chooses.

As I write this, M, J, and I are all sitting together, and M is playing the new segment of your new story. I must say, your planet is breathtakingly beautiful. I understand why you would do everything in your power to protect it.

Where are you, I wonder? Are you able to directly witness the splendor of your planet with all your senses, at your leisure? Sometimes I like to imagine a version of events in which you are safe, and you get to rest in a hammock that hangs on a willow tree, on a warm, breezy spring day, with the sound of windchimes tinkling nearby.

Something kind of like this - I didn't take this video, but I did search for "wind chime willow" on a website in my world called YouTube; they have all kinds of amazing things to see there:

youtube

I think this one has better audio though:

youtube

But if you want windchimes by themselves, you can use this one:

youtube

…And if you want wooshy tree sounds by themselves, you can use this one:

youtube

Yesterday after I wrote my letter to you, and today on the way home, several amazing developments occurred in the nature of the relationship between two people I care very much for!! I am ecstatic about it, but at the same time, my brain is a bit too soupy to talk about it properly. I'll tell you more as things unfold, and after I've rested some!

Also on the way home, J, Br, and I went to a grocery store and I found some amazing-looking snacks, several of which cannot be found at home! Here are some pictures...

I have never seen red velvet cake milk before, but I can assure you, it was VERY delightful!

We have flavored honey in my part of the world, usually in the shops that are attached to orchards. But I've never seen flavors like these:

...The dark wild flower flavored honey was my favorite of all of them. But I must say, the cool tingle of mint was a very interesting thing to experience while eating honey!

I also found this interesting bubble tea:

...Given the flavor, I wonder if you'd like that one. There are so many things in my world that I wish I could share with you and see what you think about them.

Also also, I collected a few more very curious-sounding city names along our route for you! Here were some of my favorites:

Throop Lackawanna Nescopeck Mifflinville Dingmans Ferry Nanty Glo Mundys Corner Dilltown Derry Chittenango

…I thought all of these were either delightfully silly or delightfully fun to say! And so I hope that looking at these and trying to say them might offer you just enough amusement for you to smile, if only a little. Truth be told, I'd do just about anything if it would give you a wholesome, healthy, and joyful reason to smile and laugh.

Well anyway. Suppose I'll end today's letter here. I'm pretty tired.

Hey, Sephiroth? Please stay safe out there, won't you? Your existence is one of the main things that inspires me to really live, so… please don't make choices that will result in your erasure.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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pikespendragon67 · 4 months

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Well, the ParaLive anime certainly…ended

Not sure if I feel like getting screencaps so I’ll post my thoughts below

Pros:

-I liked seeing Haruomi being more proactive in investigating why Paradox Live came back & him reclaiming Chisei’s medal from Scientist-kun

-The idea of Phantometals being sentient metal that could only thrive on trauma makes for some great sci-fi horror

-Episode 3’s my favorite. I’m biased towards TCW as a group as a whole, but the full episode really showed their dynamics well

-1st episode’s set up & animation was great

-I actually like the hot springs episode since that gives the characters room to breathe outside of the stage battles

-Shiki getting his own gospel part of the rap to save Kanata was nice

-On that note, Fadeaway was a great original song that worked in place of Rooftop

Cons:

-Holy shit AKYR got screwed over hard in terms of story. I think the member with the most development was Satsuki. Iori could’ve also investigated behind the scenes with Zen and that would be how they found out about Shura. They even had a repeat of their main dance sequence. Poor guys. I appreciate more Hokusai screen time but him just telling important moments could’ve been better presented

-Yeaaaaaaaah the 3D animation definitely downgraded after episode 1. I was willing to look past TCW’s for, again, bias, but every group aside from BAE felt stiff. I know the focus is their Phantometal illusions & raps, but I feel like they could’ve used the music video visuals as reference. Episode 12’s was just wonky

-Scientist-kun as I call him I felt had promise as a villain but he went nowhere. If he was going for the benevolent savior route a la Maruki I could understand why he’d want to “become one” and forget all traumas. Or if he was batshit insane and thought that trauma powered Phantometal could act as an energy source. That could’ve worked in the Yeon Conglomerate’s favor, and they could get trauma easily through a group like the Suiseki. Hell if he turned out to be Chisei trying to bring back the old days that would’ve been great for the endinf!

-so. nayuta was in a coma but then just. popped up at the end. He did that in the audio dramas, sure, but I was kinda hoping Shura would bust in and save him

-aside from shiki we never got TCW’s traumas did we. Or Zen’s.

-I feel like this adaptation should’ve either stayed completely faithful to the audio dramas (probably have an OC that’s like an interviewer to act as the surrogate audience) or did their own thing entirely. They tried to mix both and it felt jumbled/rushed as a result. Granted, can’t expect 24 episodes in 1 season these days, unless we’re REALLY lucky, but I would’ve had like 3 episodes dedicated to each group with some sprinklings of lore in the background myself. 1 episode to introduce the group, and 2 episodes for their stage battles (with possibly in between times to show the inner workings of AT)

-And now for the elephant in the room: boy howdy was this BAE focused way too much! Specifically Allen. Again I know we need a lead, but lessons were recycled because of this focus and it felt silly at the end to rap at blob Kanata. like sir as a distinguished fan of hip-hop how do you not know what trap music is

Overall I know for a fact if a season 2 is made that the new groups are going to be screwed over big time in spite of 1NM8 being relevant for AT, Amprule for BAE, and GokuLuck being in the finals for Road to Legend!!!!!!!!

#long post #pikes rambles #paradox live spoilers #paradox live #spoilers

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venusiansilk · 4 months

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Hi!!! Sorry if this is vague but do you have any writing tips? I live the way you write so much! From ur characterization to dialogue (especially your dialogue)!! It’s all so wonderful!

hai anonie! omgee thank you sm. <3 ah i really appreciate your kind words n even that you’d wanna ask me on something like this. although i don’t know if i’m the right person, i’ll do the best i can to help you. here’s some things that i personally do.

i’m sorry bc this is really long. i tried to be descriptive bc i personally need an excruciating level of detail when having things explained to me, but feel free to skim lmao.

1. write. as much as you can. even if you hate it ( me lately ). i think any writer will give you that advice first and foremost. do drills with a purpose in mind if you have a specific thing you want to get better at.

— i really want to work on prettier descriptions of simple things. so i’ll write a short scene. probably 100 words or less. i’ll write it as simple as it can get, and then i’ll expand that small scene by rewriting each line in a more ~ poetic ~ way.

example:

he looks into your eyes and smiles.

my goal would be to portray some sort of emotion, both the feelings that prompt him to look into your eyes and feelings that result from doing such. i like to use metaphors of things i find pretty to write an emotion that feels pretty. so in my case (and many other writers) the concept of spring is always a great way to throw in some ~ pretty ~ imagery while conveying a feeling. you can also use this to describe your characters or highlight their features. so say i’m using this line in the context of gojo, i might rewrite it to include the color of his eyes and the emotions he feels before his action. you might also use this time to try out different words that mean the same thing.

result:

sweetness fills his gut; adoration blooms in his eyes, a garden of lapis lazulis coming to life as he peers. it’s involuntary, the way fondness stretches across the span of his lips when he takes in the sight of you.

it’s time-consuming to do this, which is why i like to practice it in small drills. but also, you can just do sprints that aren’t to correct or expand on a particular thing but more so to get into a habit of writing a stream of thoughts as they come without interrupting them. sometimes i set a timer and simply write. doesn’t have to be pretty. or perfect. or good. i don’t stop to correct my typos or fix my mistakes. i literally just go and go and when my timer is done, i’ll go back, read what i wrote, and make corrections.

2. read. read fics. books. poetry. essays. articles. epics. scripts. mythology. multi-cultural literature. read a myriad of material. equip yourself with a big variety of voices, styles, and word play. there’s so many things to gain from so many different types of reading material. the best way to enhance your own vocabulary and narration dexterity is to get familiar with tons of them. find things you like about them. practice doing those things and incorporating those techniques in a similar way on your own (i wouldn’t advise publishing things you make while practicing likeness. it’s really just a mental exercise to get your brain making those connections on its own without material being present and across tons of differing contexts).

3. submerge. this next thing is a little hard to describe as everyone has different ways of thinking/imagining. personally, i see pictures and words as well as hear audio when i’m thinking. when i have a scene in mind i press play in my brain like a film lol and watch it pan out. and then as i’m writing i recite the dialogue out loud. i also write dialogue before i touch the descriptions; i get the back n forth out of my brain stream first. then i go back to watch the scene in my mind again on mute. i study the body language i see and i write that. you can also recall conversations you’ve had with others or observed others having and reference your own body language or someone else’s. reciting helps on this front because often times, when i say the line, my body language speaks along with it. so say a character’s trying to express annoyance or exasperation.

example:

“what do you want?”

when i said this to myself out loud two times, there was emphasis on two words, depending on context. if the exasperation is centered on the other person, the word ‘you’ was emphasized. if it was a general exasperation, the word ‘want’ was emphasized. but no matter what, i closed my eyes and sighed before i said it.

result:

frustration bleeds out of her sigh, eyes squeezing shut before asking through gritted teeth, “what do you want?”

upon seeing him, her eyes squeeze shut and she breathes an exasperated sigh. “what do you want?”

4. study up! being technical isn’t always necessary but i think getting familiar with different literary devices and tools is a great way to add some flare to descriptions/exposition and develop your own writing voice.

5. build aesthetics. playlists! pinterest! moodboards! webweaves! whatever your medium, find a way to make a sort of map for your characters n the story: their ideals, personality traits, mannerisms, beliefs, values. a general aesthetic. helps you build an image of them in your mind so you can hear the way they’d talk, quips they’d make, how their temperament would make them react to certain situations. it just makes them feel more real to me. playlists help me with overall vibes of a scene while moodboards/web weaves help me with a person navigating the scene in question.

this is really all i can think of. if anyone else happens to read all of this n has anything additional to add that may be more helpful to anonie, please do!

#𖥨. ݁︀ 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐱 ꒱ ֺ💌ৎ #୧ ‧₊ ☁️ ⋅ 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞.

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Father of the Bride Husband

Tw; mentions of cancer though this has a happy ending

Inspiration; this came from the movie father of the bride with Steve Martin and Martin Short. It didn’t go in the direction I thought it would have and I was crying writing through it. Though I put a lot of work into it so it would mean a lot if you read. (It’s happy ending made me happy)

"Father Of The Bride- smh more like uncle of the dorky dumbass who bet fifty bucks when he was eighteen that he was never going to get married. Because and I quote, 'I will not partake in such actions of hetronormality', or whatever the word is."

The camera is zoomed out a bit to catch the mess that surrounded the older man in the frame. Who was now fixing his shoe? It was unclear as he was leaning forward in a foldable black chair as he lifts his shoe and flips it around dramatically. Letting a small clump of glitter out, watching the sparkling dust land all on the floor where it would be found months later. Above the frame of the video a piece of confetti falls landing on the males patchy head. No matter where the camera looked there was some form of mess happening. From the table that was behind the chair that was covered in plates, cake and even more glitter to the piles of napkins and random plastic skulls on the ground that were cheaply made.The audio barely catches the man’s grumbling under his breathe he moves his hand up and he swipes the thin paper off, allowing it to float down in a spiral until it hit the floor.

“I used to think a wedding was a simple affair.” He begins to talk as he puts his dress shoe back on. His other hand moving to the top of his head as he scratches lightly at the skin. Taking a moment as he talked to look around the room, mostly out of frame. “Boy and girl meet. They fall in love. He buys a ring. She buys a dress. They say, ‘I do,’-” the man winces as he watches something fall. Making a loud thudding noise from behind the camera. He moves his hand from the top of his head to rub his face, not bothering to get to and see what fell. His face held a exhausted look that was mixed with stress.

“I was wrong. That little notion about weddings that I had in my head? Well my boy Eddie never really fit into any of that. Sure for a while he did, but that was before I really got to know the kid. He was a crazy thing when I had started to babysit him. His mother worked twelve hour shifts some days to keep ends meet and his father was god knows where. I would find out much later that he was in prison for most of the time Eddie was a ankle biter.

When my boy started to sprout up like a tree that was when his sperm donor decided he wanted something to do with him. Which lasted for maybe a few years. It was never a consistent thing either, it was typically in small doses. Eddie wouldn’t be dropped off at mine for a few weeks at a time every other month and that’s normally when he would be with his other parent. Sure, I knew the kid. But I didn’t really know the kid. He didn’t really become my boy until I had to drive down one day and pick him up at one of them foster homes. God just remembering what that house looked like, makes me want to go drive back down and burn it to the ground-” the man’s fist tighten up as his face scrunches up in anger. Shaking his head as he looks down at the floor, his eyes glossing over a bit as he talks. Voice cracking slightly as well.

He wipes his face again as he quickly looks up at the ceiling as he fights to gather himself. “Well- back to what I was saying. Eddie didn’t become by boy until he nearly tackled me to the ground for the first time. There has only been three times that boy has hugged me like that since. The first, when I came to pick him up and take him home permanently. The second, when he came out to me and the third after spring break of ‘86. And each and every time I counted my blessings and forced myself to be a better man than what the world has set me up to be. Though the very first time when he was nothing but a green bean, I had fully accepted all the responsibilities a father would have.

Playing catch at the park, holding him after a nasty nightmare, teaching him how to drive a car, cheering him on at graduation, sitting him down and talking about the birds and the bees and most importantly standing by his side when the time came when he finally got married to a beautiful girl. Though once again, this was before I knew my Ed’s. Boy was I in for a treat, I was-” before he can finish what he’s saying a woman’s voice echos off from the side. The man quickly turns his head and concentrates for a second.

“Wayne!”

“Yeah?” He yells back. Moving to stand up, preparing to help whoever yelled out.

“Eddie wanted me to remind you to take your medication!”

Wayne pauses as his eyes once again start to get glossy. A soft sniffle leaving him as he wipes his eyes gently. Groaning as he moves to his pocket to pull a pill bottle out. Taking a random wine glass off the table, making sure it was empty before he moves to stand up and leave. To go thank the person and to go grab a drink. Returning a minute later with a bottle of grape soda, pouring it in the wine glass before taking his medication. Pausing as he gets himself situated again. Leaning back in the chair as he pauses to think. Trying to remember what he was talking about.

“Where was I? Oh! Remember everything that I just said? How I expected to do all of these things for my boy? Well somehow every single thing on my list of fatherly duties I had either messed up on or my boy went and turned in the opposite direction and made sure to not go the normal route. Playing catch in the park for the first time I gave the poor kid a black eye. We both had to go weeks explaining to the school that it was a accident, that Eddie had indeed gotten hit with a baseball. Though I would get my payback when I tried to comfort him after a nightmare. In the panic of things, the kid swung a right hook and broke my nose. Impressive as hell but hurt like a bitch. Even trying to teach him how to drive went wrong. Not in the way you would think either. The second he was behind the wheel he was a natural. Up until he accidentally locked the keys inside and had to show me how to break into a car. Or how to Hotwire said car when said keys he had locked in were the house keys and he had lost the car keys somewhere.” Wayne pauses for a second as he shakes his head a bit. A look of disgust landing on his face as he starts to talk again.

“A kid shouldn’t know how to do that shit. Though once again I have to make sure not to get into a tangent. Somehow, the list of big events as a parent was small for us. But each and every time without fail something would go wrong. I won’t even bring up how bad talking about safe sex was with him. I’m pretty sure both Ed’s and I would rather kill someone then let anyone in on that conversation.” He’s laughing gently, the tip of his nose turning pink. “Now there were only two things left on said list. Cheering him on at graduation and standing by his side at his wedding. And of course I would never hold it against him for not passing a system that was set up to fail kids like him. For three years in a row. Though I knew he was graduating one way or another. What I didn’t expect was to be cheering up on for graduating in a hospital bed-” once again he starts to wander off in his words. His face paling a bit at the thought of Eddie sick. Though he’s thankfully snapped from his thoughts again as he hears the camera start to beep.

Grumbling he moves forward and picks the electronic up. The camera is pretty much looking up his nose as he taps the frame before flipping it around to face the floor. Before everything goes all black, to then only be turned on again a second later with a pair of wide eyes under a set of curls. The video getting jostled around as a hat bumps the camera around. “Thank you Dustin, I really don’t know how to work these things.” Wayne’s hand flies as he gestures to the camera, looking embarrassed as he stands there. Dustin smiles as he moves away from the video. Moving away as he hums.

“It’s no problem Mr. Munson. Just let me know if it happens again. I should be able to fix it again. Is this the thing you were talking about doing for Eddie and Steve?” He asks curiously.

Wayne nods his head, a few more things are said off camera before Wayne is moving and sitting back in his spot. Looking a tad bit more disheveled and upset then he was before. Though he doesn’t let the camera catch onto it for much longer as he puts a smile on. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes but it’s there. He hums as he takes a sip of his grape soda from the fancy glass. Moving and cracking his knuckles and his knees as he stretches out. Taking a deep breathe.

“And well, here it is. My last milestone as a father. Nothing has made me more prouder than watching my boy walk down the aisle with the love of his life. Neither of them could decide who would stand and wait, honestly I think they were both still bickering about it while they were walking down the aisle.” He laughs gently. “And as I sit here, I’m happy that everything hadn’t gone easy. Im happy that my boy found you Steve. Im happy to call you my son in law. Even if I was afraid of losing my light. Which is why I sit here now. I was hoping that everything would go smoothly around the time of the wedding. As every other milestone has had something wrong happen.” His eyes are getting teary eyed as he blinks them away. Loosing the small battle he was having with himself. Looking up at the ceiling for a second before chuckling softly as he shakes his head. “But that really isn’t the Munson way. Not for me anyone. I thought that Nothing would ever go right in my life, my own marriage, my relationship with my brother, my schooling all of it never worked out. Which is why I was shocked to realize that the one thing that I have done right in this world Eddie, is raise you.

Which is why I refuse to ruin your wedding day. If you are watching this video, you already know. I was diagnosed with cancer just a few days ago. Now I don’t know how much longer I have to live. All I know is that I will not be spending any of my time sulking. I will not cry over it, I have done everything that I have ever wanted to do thanks to you Eddie. I’m at the age where I’m ok with death but I’m just as fine with living. As that it was life comes down to. Death and Life. Though I do know one thing. I will never say I love you enough. Which is why I will say it in this video, as I hope you can have my voice to remember. I wish I could remember my moms. This is my parting gift. One last message. My goodbye if anything happens.

And I know that this is going to be a difficult thing to watch. But as I was sitting in my trailer during that spring break. That long week, where I didn’t know if you were alive or dead Eddie. It had me thinking. I couldn’t really accept that you were dead when I was told you didn’t make it. Though the acceptance for that came quicker than my acceptance for the fact that I would never be able to hear your voice again. And that-” Wayne’s voice is cracking as he talks. Wiping his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“That sort broke me a bit more. When you came back to me, and you hugged my like the very first time. Instead of my acceptance for being a father I had to grow with the difficult acceptance of what if something bad happened. What if I die? What if some asshole decided to kill you all because you loved Steve. And let me tell you- that is something I still haven’t accepted and never will. Which is why I started to make more videos of us. You will most likely find the box of photos and tapes under my bed. They aren’t much now as I sit here, but trust me. They will be when I’m gone.” He says gently. As he moves to finish his drink off. Moving to stand up to crouch near the camera. “I love you, Eddie.” He’s smiling softly as his eyes are filled with emotion. Before the video is cut off and the video goes static.

The vhs player makes a loud noise as it kicks the tape out. Eddie is sat stunned as he sits in his Uncles room. Packing things up to make things easier. He wipes his eyes as he sniffles a little bit. Before he’s breaking down for god knows how long. Shoulders shaking as he felt the rug making imprints on his knees from where he was crouched. He sniffles more as he moves to quickly change tapes. Finding the one he needed as he makes sure everything is set up. Letting the tape digest what the camera recorded. Even though Eddie knows what’s happening in this video it still makes him emotional. The last one pulled his heart strings and only made him appreciate this video much more. The date on the bottom right corner of the screen was only a few years after the last tapes. As the process finishes he moves pressing play to watch this video.

Watching as the camera shakes, moving up the steps of a small house. The motion making him a bit sick. There’s noise and chatter coming from behind the video as someone knocks. The door opening to a much skinnier and older Wayne Munson. Who’s throwing a cane around jokingly. “Get off my lawn.” Giggling a little as he says it. He can’t help it as the camera catches a smaller human running in the door squealing. Then another some how even smaller child running in. The cane is moved to the side as the first, a splitting image of Eddie is lifted up in the air. Her curls bouncing around all over the place.

“Hi sweetie. How is grandpas little girl?” Wayne says brightly. More energy being seen from him in a long time. His mouth going open wide as he sees the other toddler. “Oh look at you. Look just like your father.” He grins. Knowing that it was still a debate in the Munson house hold whether or not if he looked more like Steve or Eddie. And Wayne loved just saying he looked like his father, which neither Steve or Eddie could figure out which father he was talking about. The video keeps going as Eddie watches happy knowing that he got to tape this. He could hear Oliver and Liza running around in the halls chasing Steve. While Wayne was grumbling about gremlins in the living room. He’s about to stop watching and just go hug Wayne when he catches on to something the man says to his grandchildren.

“You know if there’s one thing I’ve accepted as a grandfather, is that I’ll never have to put them to sleep! Let’s go, quick I got some cookies that Mrs. Henderson sent over! Let’s go eat as many as possible -” Wayne’s rambling as he starts to speed his way to the kitchen. The camera is quickly handed off and Eddie can faintly hear Steve in the background.

“Wayne! You know if they eat too much sugar-”

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Heartstopper 2 Ramble (SPOILERS)

I just finished Season 2 of Heartstopper and wow. I had high expectations after Season 1, but I was not prepared for this emotional rollercoaster. The entire cast and crew poured their heart and souls into this project, and I am eternally grateful. I fear I won’t survive Season 3.

First of all, Imogen absolutely killed me. I wasn’t sure about her Season 1, but she won me over. Her reaction to Nick Coming Out was precious and awkward and completely sincere. Her monologue with Ben had me cheering at my little tv, and I actually rooted for her. I’m glad Alice gave Imogen another shot. She deserved it.

I was really worried about Ben’s storyline and how he would play into everything, but I’m SO glad they didn’t make Charlie accept his fake-ass apology. It dripped with manipulation tactics and danger. Good on Charlie for recognizing them and standing up for himself. Him essentially saying that Ben Sexually Abused him was difficult to watch but also so empowering. I’m still not sure if Ben is gay or not, but it really doesn’t matter to me. As Charlie said, Ben permanently broke his brain and he will live with the consequences for the rest of his life. You don’t get your happy rainbow, Ben, because you almost took Charlie’s away. Also, the Paris dinner scene was incredible. Joe Locke did not utter ONE WORD and yet you knew exactly what was going through Charlie’s head.

Speaking of Joe’s incredible acting, the fainting scene was immaculate. I loved the pre-fainting on the stairs and how Charlie ignored it, not wanting to freak out Nick, but it caught up to him quickly. I literally saw the light leave his eyes and his body weight pull him down. The use of the white border, double vision, and audio distortion made it incredibly realistic along with the way Joe let himself fall completely limp in Kit’s arms. You truly believed he was unconscious. My only critique is I wish we had seen him wake up and Nick reassure him he’s safe. Talking about Charlie’s beautiful blue eyes.

Charlie’s ED was handled with gentleness and grace by everyone, but especially Joe and Alice. It was a slow build that made sense and felt realistic without hitting you over the head with it. It’s beautiful to see this misunderstood community represented in mainstream media, especially when it comes to boys’ Mental Health. I loved Nick’s mom picking up on it, even if she didn’t fully understand. Good moms always know.

Tao and Elle were adorable and I loved watching Tao read the WikiHow article and then ask Elle out. Thank God they cut his hair, it was hurting. A lot. I’m glad Elle decided to go to Art School and pursue her dreams, it’s what she deserves. A place where she feels at home and accepted for who she is, where she’s surrounded by like-minded people who love and accept her.

I know Alice has tried to make Jane Spring more likable, but it’s not working for me. Sorry. If you don’t accept your child’s partner, you don’t accept your child. Period. She reminds me of Darcy’s mother. Jane Spring, I am in your walls.

The final scene broke me. It set up Season 3 perfectly while wrapping up the events of this season. Charlie looked so broken and lost admitting what he’d done to himself and Nick had no idea how to help him. So he did what he could, hold Charlie close and remind him that he is loved. Fully and completely. Watching Charlie walk home in Nick’s sweatshirt was like watching Nick carry him home—protecting him from the monsters in his mind. Also, the song that plays (the one that broke my brain) is from Wasia Project, Will Gao’s (who plays Tao) band. So, in a way, Tao was watching over him, too. The stark contrast between the Season 1 ending and this one is startling, but in the best way. Go back and listen to the lyrics of the final song, it will break your heart. “You’re the only one left, so please don’t go.” Nick is terrified that Charlie won’t make it and doesn’t know how he’ll handle losing his entire world. I can’t wait to see the GA’s response (those who didn’t read the comics). This is not the Heartstopper they thought they were getting. But for us who did read, it was nothing short of perfect. Thank you, Alice Oseman and team, you created a masterpiece.

#heartstopper #charlie spring #nick nelson #nick and charlie #tao and elle #alice oseman #heartstopper s2 #lgbtqia #mental illness #mental health #heartstopper spoilers #imogen heaney #pride #heartstopper netflix #Boys Get Eating Disorders Too

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Dollar Bin #9:

World Party's Goodbye Jumbo

In the Spring of 1990 I became momentary friends with the edgy older dude next door.

I was 14 and in 8th grade, emerging from a month of missed school due to an epic case of poison oak followed by an even more epic bout with the chicken pox. I looked like the Elephant Man, one eye blistered entirely shut. Edgy Older Dude was in his mid-twenties and was definitely on drugs.

How do I know he was on drugs, you ask? Don't worry, I still know little to nothing about drugs. But a year after our moment of friendship Edgy Guy moved out and my dad, who owned the guy's apartment, sent me over to clean out his kitchen. In the frig I found, swear to God, at least 7 open bottles of identical BBQ sauce. Now my frig today can get a bit chaotic; sometimes I discover we're working on two competing jars of mayo simultaneously. But only a 20-something white dude on drugs is capable of racking up 7+ squirt jars of Kraft's Slow Simmered Original.

Anyway, this guy and I conducted our friendship entirely through his bedroom window. You see, at that point in 8th grade I was searching for The Answer. So were you. A calendar year earlier I Won't Back Down had fundamentally changed my life. Tom Petty's full moon masterpiece disinterested me in baseball cards and comic books forever and set me firmly on the path that led straight to the Dollar Bin.

Petty led me to the Wilburys; the Wilburys led me to the Beatles; the Beatles led me to insist on getting a pair of Lennon's circular granny frames at the optometrist. But then I hit a roadblock. MTV was all Aerosmith and Janet Jackson and I never could work up the energy to try and understand Janie's Got a Gun or what had happened in 1814. So what was next? My 8th grade self had no idea.

Then World Party's Put the Message in the Box glided out the window next door: a warm, earnest cloud of harmony and comfort set to a white guy beat.

And if you listen now, you might hear, a new sound coming in, as an old one disappears...

Him: "Hey kid, what's up?"

(It was a reasonable question. I was standing directly outside his bedroom window, staring in, transfixed.)

Me: "Oh, hey. Sorry. I like that song, sir."

Him: "Yeah. Just came out. World Party. Totally sweet."

Me: "Wow. Yeah. I like the Beatles."

Him: "Right on kid. Want me to tape this for you?"

Me: "Wow. Yeah. Like, totally."

A day later the guy's arm stuck out the window and passed me a Maxell tape (remember the guy sitting in profile in his armchair, getting blown away by the audio quality one experienced from a Maxell tape?) of World Party's Goodbye Jumbo, an album I will now argue belongs in the pantheon of still extremely worthwhile 80's White Guy Rock.

Ah, the category known as Worthwhile 80's White Guy Rock. Stephen Stills appears in it not. Little did you know that what started with Armed Forces and found prestige pinnacles with The Joshua Tree, Disintegration, Graceland, So and Synchronicity, and classic oddball variations with Shooting Rubber Bands at the Stars and Petty, Dylan and Co's various resuscitations, all finds its righteous conclusion in Goodbye Jumbo, Karl Wallinger's fantastic double to The White Album.

Of course Goodbye Jumbo remains a very minor record in comparison to the others I mention above. If there's a signature sound from the album left in the memory of anyone other than me it's likely the brief, squirming riff that opens the first single, Way Down Now. Wallingher squeezes his guitar like a full tube of toothpaste, spiraling out a strangled surge of joy. Take a listen.

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At the close of the 80's my father seemed like the person least likely to help me on my quest to find awesome popular music. My siblings and I grew up without a working stereo in the house and when I insisted we listen to Running Down a Dream in the car the only vaguely relevant comment my mercurial and forever overworked dad could summon up was that I should really listen to Toad, Cream's 8 minute drum solo song from Wheels of Fire. Somehow that track, and that track alone, had lodged in his memory. Was his recommendation earnest or mischievous? Definitely both. That's my dad.

Anyway, my father's sole moment of brilliance when it comes to talking to me about music in the last 35 years came when he first overheard me listening to Way Down Now. As the song began to climax and soar he stepped over the Millennium Falcon that still cluttered up my bedroom floor and started singing along!

Woo-Woo! Woo-Woo!

Somewhere in his brain, otherwise crammed with Reganomics, house paint color wheels and bidding estimates, there was still room left for Toad and the background vocal line from Sympathy for the Devil.

"Your band is stealing from the Stones, son," he said as the song ended. Then he wandered off, continuing to sing it, without further explanation, leaving me totally flummoxed: who were "the Stones" and what did they have to do with the fantastic music coming from the homemade tape I had on repeat? Furthermore, did my father have a secret life?

I once again sought out the dude next door, standing at his window, oblivious to all social mores, until he reappeared.

"What's up kid? Like the tape?"

"Oh yes, sir. But my dad says they're stealing from the Stones."

"The Rolling Stones? Damn, he's right. Sympathy for the Devil. They're stealing from everyone. It's genius. The fifth track is my favorite. Pure Prince."

At that point I was even more confused. I knew about The Rolling Stones. My friends Matt and Eric, who had cool dads, had gone to see Keith and Mick at the LA Colosseum the year before; Guns and Roses, whose fold-out naked lady tape cover for Lies scared the living crap out of me, had opened for them. But how could a band copy the senior citizens behind Mixed Emotions and the Bat Dance guy at the same time?

I went, like a good little boy, and listened to my tape again, counting down to the fifth track, Ain't Gonna Come Till I'm Ready, and I instantly discovered it was the only song I couldn't stand on the album. Maybe Neighbor Dude and I were not destined to be best friends after all. World Party sang like a girl in that song! The word "falsetto" was definitely not in my vocabulary and it would take another year or so before I heard Crazy Love and began to understand white people soul music.

Another word that was not in my vocabulary was "genre", but my self-education took a step forward when I realized that every song on Goodbye Jumbo had a different mood, a different sound.

Listen to the album today and all this stuff is obvious. The album opens with a handmade gesture; Is It Too Late? is Eno sitting in on the Let It Be sessions, with Wallinger turning on an amateur drum machine and then asking an engineer to start recording even though, obviously, he's already rolling. Does this band know what they are doing, we wonder? Of course they do; by the middle of the track things are on fire.

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Every song that follows after in Goodbye Jumbo unfurls its own unique sonic banner. Check out the clouded rainbow dream pop of When the Dream Comes, or the Plastic Ono beautiful death march of God On My Side, or the Dylan/Simon breakfast cereal mashup on Take It Up.

In the decade that followed, Yo La Tengo took Goodbye Jumbo's mixtape, honor-thy-many-masters, approach and perfected it. They rocked; they crooned; they raged; they droned. But Ira, Georgia and James were three (ridiculously talented) people. Wallinger built Goodbye Jumbo alone. That's right; don't be fooled by the full band, cheesy music videos: like the aforementioned Plastic Ono Band, World Party was basically just one guy playing every instrument.

The lyrics on the record are tough for me to measure with any real objectivity. Love Street and Put the Message in the Box sounded to me, at age 14, like sister tracks to Let it Be and Imagine. Wallinger isn't humble on this record; he's out to change the world with a way early environmentalist focus and all kinds of Pleas For Understanding that probably sound pretentious to modern ears. But I still hear those songs like I'm back in Algebra 1, teaching myself how to draw peace signs.

By one measure Goodbye Jumbo is the last record I own that should be considered for the Dollar Bin. Last Spring, after 30 years of looking, I found a pristine vinyl copy and bought it for $40, making it the most expensive individual record I've ever bought. Vinyl records were barely made between 89 and the 00's, so records from that era are always priced at a steep premium.

But don't lose faith in me because of that sticker price, my fellow Dollar Bin Dwellers: I guarantee that you can pick up a CD copy of Goodbye Jumbo for a buck without too much hard looking, and, who am I kidding, all this stuff is available on Spotify anyway.

So I'm putting this message in the box and I'm sending it around the world in a car: Goodbye Jumbo is the late 80's Dollar Bin treasure.

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