#so the second thing is sounding pretty fucking good right now and honestly every single day of my life since i was about 11
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#i wish i could just [redacted]#like i'm genuinely so exhausted. there is no point to anything anymore#i can choose between constant endless suffering or [redacted]#so the second thing is sounding pretty fucking good right now and honestly every single day of my life since i was about 11#its fun that literally nothing helps and i only get worse. yay!#its fun that asking for help is pointless. yay!#its fun that those two prev tags apply to multiple areas of my life. yay!#its fun that no one wants to help anyway. yay!#its fun that no one gives a shit about me unless they're getting something out of it. yay!#its fun that i have no choice but to be completely broken because every attempt to heal is met with more trauma. yay!#its fun that i wasted most of my life with people who would genuinely sell me for a corn chip. yay!#its fun that i have given everything i have over and over again because i never learn and nothing is ever good enough for anyone. yay!#its fun its really really fun i hope i can stay in this world for ever and ever wow wow wow!!!#negative
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Hyuck hard hours weeeee ft. smoking cigarettes and eating edibles because fuck SM
Stoner!Hyuck x Stoner fem!reader
warnings: Hyuck has daddy issues (we're twins weeeee 🤗), fem receiving oral sex, light praise and dirty talk, Hyuckie smokes, fuck sm, there's weed, I'm obsessed with Hyuck's lil facial hair, fuck sm, they're in love, hyuck has an oppa kink, like I really hate how that concept wouldn't fuck off but yeah it's there and I'm not really sure how to feel about it
"I think I bought the wrong ones... this is not working," Hyuck mutters as he examines the packaging closely; quirking his lip up in annoyance, he picks up his phone and opens the camera so he can scan the QR code on the back of the packaging for its authenticity.
"Okay, I didn't so what the fuck is the problem with these?"
"Hyuck, it's only been five minutes. You do this every single time. Just wait, okay?" You laugh. He frowns and turns to look at you. You both just stare at each other.
"Y'know what's crazy?" he asks peevishly as he stick a cigarette between his lips and reaches for the lighter on the coffee table. After lighting his cigarette, he takes a pull from it and blows the smoke into the air slowly.
It's starting. The random guilt ramble.
"What, Hyuckie?" You sigh.
"Parent privilege is crazy to me... my dad used to always talk about how good I had it but honestly I think he had it better because he got away with shit I'd slap a bitch in the street for saying to me which pretty much cancels out the poor impulse shit he kept dumping on me. If my impulse control was that bad, how come he never got his shit rocked?... I wanna call him... maybe tell him I already arraigned his funeral and now I'm just waiting for the good news," he rambles.
Hyuckie hasn't spoken to his dad in years. He acts like he's okay with it but you know it hurts him and every time he gets high, you know he's going to say some random thing about it and you know he's only ever this vulnerable when he's drunk, high, or about to be one or the other.
"Don't call him, Hyuck," You tell him softly.
"Let's go out?" he whispers as he gets to his feet, "I wanna drive down to the pier and listen to music."
"You can't drive while you're high," You hiss as you get up to follow him out of the room. "I'm not high yet. We'll just drive down to the pier and hang out then we can sleep it off at the hotel that just opened right over there," Hyuck says as he gets a small bag and tosses some overnight essentials into it.
You shrug, "Okay sounds fun."
On the way, Hyuck stops off to get a pizza pie before continuing on the way. The ride is accompanied by an opera playlist you both randomly became fixated on a few days ago and Hyuck is on his second cigarette. It hangs from his lips and he occasionally holds it out the window to drop the ash from the other end. It's a bad habit of his but he knows you think it's sexy.
When you arrive, Hyuck parks in a dark corner of the lot along the water and cuts the engine, "Okay, my cock isn't gonna jerk itself off," he sighs as he leans his seat back. You know he's definitely beginning to feel it and you're relieved to know you made it here before this moment occurred.
"Can you at least be romantic first?" You sigh as you turn to hold his gaze.
"You're right. I should put the top down and you should take your top off so I can suck your tits while you look up at the stars... maybe I should eat your pussy out instead," he says softly as he presses the button to put the top down on the car; the warm night air dances over your skin and he reaches out to unbuckle your seat belt, "Imagine that? Being high while you stargaze with my face between your legs? It probably feels like you're in outer space when you cum."
You reach across to palm his cock through his khaki pants and he moans, "You're gonna blow me first? Are you sure? I'll eat you out first, Y/n, it's okay."
You shake your head and open his pants, "No, it's okay. I've been wanting to suck your dick all day," You hum as you shift uncomfortably. Hyuck pushes your hand away, "Let's fix the seats. If we do it now, we won't have to stop and do it later."
You both push your seats as far back as they'll go and Hyuck reaches across to pull your shirt up to expose your breasts to him, nipples perked up from arousal. Hyuck leans over and sucks your left nipple into his mouth. You gasp and he chuckles as you push your chest up a little more.
"That's a good girl," he encourages you before moving over to your side. He drops down in front of you and looks up at you slyly, "I'm going first- watch the stars," he says as he begins shoving up your skirt so he can clumsily get your panties off. You look up at the night sky and admire the stars for a moment as you wait for his next move. After getting you situated in an easier position, you feel his tongue press flat against your cunt and slowly drag its way up. You moan and reach down to tug at his hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth loudly before teasing the soft bundle of nerves with playful flicks of his tongue.
"Hyuck... fuck, yeah, baby. Oh God, yes... Just like that... just like... Hyuckie," You pant softly. The stars dot the black of the night and twinkle dreamily as you feel your body beginning to tremble.
He chuckles as he continues lapping and sucking at your clit; hands squeezing your hips to keep you in place as the soft stubble on his face scratches softly at your inner thighs. The stars look as if you could reach out and touch them and you try to; one hand releasing its clutch on Hyuck's hair to stupidly reach out for a soft orange star that stands out among the rest. Hyuckie laughs harder and licks at your soaked entrance.
He pulls away for a moment and swats your thigh, "Look at me," he says softly. You tear your eyes away from the orange star and look down at him. He stares back at you; eyes wild. hair tussled, and his lips pink, puffy, and wet with your arousal. You hold his gaze as he presses a kiss to your mound, "Call me oppa."
"Fuck no," You spit out peevishly. He holds you a little firmer, "Come on... You know you want to. You don't mind calling me oppa when my grandma's around," he whispers.
"That's different," You moan as goes back to licking and suck in your cunt but much slower.
"Yeah? And how is that?" he says between soft strokes against your clit.
"I'm just... I- I'm just- I-"
"I'm just, I'm just, I'm just... spit it out."
"I'm just... being... respectful..."
"Then be respectful right now and do what I said. "
His eyes burn into yours and you swallow thickly. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the pier mingle with Il Divo's Caruso on the car speakers and you squirm, "Turn this off. I don't wanna cum to an opera song, Hyuck... It's weird."
"It's scratching my brain. Just relax, I promise it's gonna be different," Hyuck says as he peppers kisses over your thighs.
"You'd know this how?" You ask him softly, annoyed that this dialogue is happening but now oddly engaged.
"I was listening to this song the other day while you were at work and I was doing the laundry and well... your panties- the sapphire ones with the lace embroidery were kinda just there and-"
"You jerked off because of my panties?"
"I jerked off with your panties... the song was just a nice topper."
You snort and shake your head, "That is very on brand for you."
Hyuck shrugs blandly, "I have a hot girlfriend and I'm in love. I am not embarrassed."
You smile and touch his face, "If you weren't so good to me, I don't know what I'd do," You sigh dreamily. Hyuck shrugs again, this time smugly, "It's easy... nothin' to it," he whispers before pressing his mouth back to your throbbing cunt. He sucks on your clit lazily and you look back up at the sky.
He stops again and you look back down at him. He gazes back at you expectantly.
"Hyuck, please."
"Call me oppa and I'll eat your pussy until you're so far gone that you'll think I really did send you to the stars. I promise."
#neoculturecollectives#kvanity#k-lables#nct smut#kpop smut#nct 127 smut#haechan smut#nct dream smut#donghyuck smut#kpop smut for black girls#nct x black!reader#ambw kpop#kpop ambw#nct#haechan#haechan x reader
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i've noticed an increasing trend in game names that are like
TITLE OF GAME: ENTIRE OTHER SEPARATE TITLE OF GAME
and it's kinda fascinating to see! i'm a little obsessed with naming trends, names themselves, and their natures, being a subject of endless personal fascination; for most of my entire life, works of media in the US were typically given just a single TITLE. if you make a sequel, that's TITLE 2. if you make a spinoff? sometimes it's a different TITLE, but sometimes it's TITLE: SUBTITLE.
except now we have tons of games in the public space that are called TITLE: SUBTITLE as singular works!
the evolution of the SUBTITLE component of these names is so interesting. usually it was something descriptive that hinted the work was derivative (The Elder Scrolls: Daggerfall; Banjo & Kazooie: Nuts & Bolts; Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty; etc.), but the SUBTITLE's role is changing.
here's a fun trend: games with simplistic (possibly difficult to trademark) names, with a tacked-on subtitle whose job it is to better illustrate the primary title
is "smalland" the actual name of the game, or do we say "smalland: survive the wilds" every time in accordance with the 2005 Pimp Named Slickback ruling? do you say "divinity original sin" as a singular noun or are you meant to inject a little micro-pause where the colon should be?
better yet though, what if the SUBTITLE didn't have to clarify the TITLE? what if it could just be a whole-ass other name for the game?
i totally get why you can't just name your game "metal," that isn't what makes this game name so deliciously weird. the name's components are clearly related, but they seem to point to different spheres of information.
what is this game actually called? do you just call it "metal hellsinger"?
is "metal" meant to hint at the musical lexicon and the game is just "hellsinger"?
is the main character the hellsinger and is she herself implied to hellsing?
does "metal:" imply that this is a singular title in the Metal series?
what if they make a sequel with an EDM or a rap soundtrack? do we get "Drill: Barspitter"? actually i'd play the shit out of that.
btw you should try this game, it fucking rips and it's on sale for like USD$12 right now
by this point i think i got across what i was going for, so now we're just taking a tour. this one's fun because both of these are pretty good names for games, but they couldn't seem to settle on one so they just took both. i respect it!
bleak faith is a game of putting on airs; it wears the trappings of a soulsborne but like most derivative soulsbornes, it assigns its own rules to combat, character building, etc.
it also wears the trappings of my favorite TITLE: SECOND TITLE naming convention, but decides to toss the rules out the fucking window. there is no other Bleak Faith game, so this isn't simply the "Forsaken" offering of that series. and "Forsaken" kinda illustrates "Bleak Faith" like, a little? it pays lip service to it? they both give vaguely Judeo-Christian vibes but honestly the Forsaken bit isn't pulling a lot of weight here.
if Read Only Memories glommed on to two perfectly serviceable titles, this is a great example of a game that really only needed one. "Bleak Faith" sounds pretty cool; "Bleak Faith: Forsaken" sounds like i'm about to enjoy 2-3 hours of a 20-hour indie title
and yet Faith: The Unholy Trinity says "ah but what if the game's primary title was so meaningless you literally couldn't even hold it in your head?" i don't know about you but i am looking at this screenshot i took from Steam myself, i'm reading the name, and my brain is still telling me that this game is called "The Unholy Trinity."
now we're talking! these ones are fun because the subtitle isn't a subtitle at all, it's describing what the game is like - and yet you gotta have it there. it's a style thing.
remember when you'd fire up Metal Gear Solid and it'd SLAM the title on the screen and then there was that stylish "TACTICAL ESPIONAGE ACTION" thing at the bottom alongside some minimal katakana? fucking peak aesthetics
this is a game name that feels like there should be a colon there. it absolutely should be called "Bomb Rush: Cyberfunk". artistic integrity, and a less-than-subtle nod to the precursor (Jet Set Radio) have rescued this title from the Tyranny of the Colon.
unfortunately the latte i made this morning has not rescued me from the Tyranny of the Colon, so if you'll excuse me this is probably a good place to stop
#video games#names#special interest rants#tumblr: blog#tumblr: twitter#tumblr: unrestricted adhd attention microdosing
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Spicy Vanilla
Pairing: Mafia boss-ish! Hyunjin x afab! reader
Genre: Smut
Content Warnings: Smut; mentions of guns; mentions of mafia; sadism; bondage; fingering; clit slapping; pussy eating; unprotected sex; breeding; creampie; degradation (use of the words "whore" and "bitch"); mentions of the pet names "princess" and "daddy"; videography; mentions of reader being slapped
Word Count: 1.15k words
Mellow speaks: Yeah so, I'm back after being away for over a week due to my not-so-good mental health. It felt good to write this one, and since it was requested by 🐱anon legit ages ago, it's even more fun!
Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi
"Don't move princess. Or you're going to make things harder for yourself," he whispers against your skin, the feeling of cool metal being pressed to your neck making delicious shivers run down your spine. "This is what you wanted, hmm? Wanted daddy to show you your place, remind you that the only times you get to make a sound are when you're under him."
You can only moan at his commanding tone, forcing your eyes open to take in the gorgeous sight that's ready to greet you. His tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone, Hyunjin stares down at you with pure darkness for eyes, the lust evident behind his dilated pupils. He's not normally like this. No, scratch this. He's hardly ever like this, saving the cold sneer that you're currently being made to see only for times when you cross the limit.
And it seems like that's just what you've done, your suspicions being confirmed when you feel a sharp slap to the part of you that needs him the most, the pain making your clothed cunt clench in anticipation. "Look at you," he drawls, the tip of his gun sliding lower and lower down your neck, trailing across your collarbone before dipping into the valley of your naked breasts, "All pretty and ready for daddy to fuck you hard and fuck you over. Just like the whore you are."
His choice of words is nothing if not scary, and if you didn't know better, you would actually have been afraid for your life. Because the way his voice turns into a low growl, emanating from somewhere deep within his chest, is something he doesn't like forcing upon you. You're his princess after all, his princess who deserves to be treated just like that, like a fragile little thing only inviting the purest of love.
Why is he so sweet on you? It's simple, honestly. It's because you love him, despite all the wrongs he's done....he does, every single day. Sure, he's a mafia boss, one of the most feared in all of South Korea, but when it comes to you, he's just an ordinary man madly in love, and he loves you because that's what you see him as. As someone capable of having feelings and desiring love.
But his mad love for you doesn't change the fact that he's still a mafia boss, and while it's rarer than rare, there are times when that darker side of him breaks through, and right now seems to be one of those times. After all, how else is he supposed to show you how much he appreciated the way you had shown up to one of his meetings, completely unannounced, and wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, his shirt over your underwear that he had stripped off your body barely hours ago.
Of course, that isn't all that he's grateful for, not by a long shot. What he really appreciates is the way you had talked back to him when he had asked you, calmly, mind you, to go back to the room and wait for him. The way you had whispered sultry and sweet nothings in his ear, biting on it even though he was in public, before leaving him to deal with the giggling, red, stupid faces of the people who were supposed to respect him. No, he couldn't let this chance go to waste, he had to show you how grateful he was.
So that's what he did, heavy footsteps carrying him over to you the second he was done dismissing every single one of those idiots, his lips curled into the most malicious of sneers. His hand was on your throat in a heartbeat, and the way he growled out your name, lacing it with venom that felt only too sweet to your ears, you could feel yourself trembling in fear, and your thighs pressing together to stop your pussy from being soaked.
But it's all in vain of course, because less than ten minutes later, the fight you had in your is all but gone, leaving behind a whimpering, begging mess. Begging to be taken, begging to be ruined.
And ruin he does you that night, the cool tip of his pistol swirling around the perky nipples that sit atop your gorgeous mounds, his pearly whites drawing red from your lips when he bites on them hard enough, and leaving purple littered across your skin when he's done nipping away at it, a sharp smirk on his face. His words are nothing if not pure filth, while yours turn out to be no better than a pile of gibberish, your hands skinned raw against the cuffs that are a little too tight as your head comes to rest against the headrest, repeatedly, whines slipping past your lips.
His cock is buried deep inside of you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars, your legs shaking and quaking despite being tied to the bedposts through your ankles. He's absolutely relentless, growling and glaring down at you while his hips thrust against yours, almost animalistic. And it's not just his cock that tortures you that night either, because his fingers and his tongue, and that stupid vibrator you so despise, all plot together to wreck havoc on every fiber of your being.
You're completely helpless under him, only capable of moaning and crying and begging for him to let you cum as your body writhes in pain and in pleasure, making him laugh. Laugh at how pathetic you look, laugh at how the tables have turned on you. But have they, really? Because in hindsight, it does seem like this was what you had wanted all along, a ploy to get him to let go of the vanilla in favor of the spicy.
You look so pretty like that, with your wrists and ankles red and swollen and your clit all puffy while your lips spew out the load he had stuffed inside of you, making him chuckle darkly at how the clenching of your poor walls had failed to keep it in. So pretty, that he can't help whipping his phone out to capture a video or two, meant only for his eyes to see but also threatening enough to keep you in place.
"Learnt your lesson, did ya?," he asks with feigned concern, his hand stroking your cheek before pain blooms in its wake, the realization that you'd just been slapped dawning much later. "Answer me, bitch," he growls, voice deep and gravelly, his fingers digging deep into your jawbone as he makes you look at him. And you can only nod at him, your voice having been stolen by the screams that ran through your throat only moments ago.
He laughs at that, laughs even harder than he laughed before. "Sucks for you, because I'm not done teaching you yet."
#hyunjin#hyunjin smut#stray kids#stray kids smut#skz smut#skz#bang chan smut#felix smut#felix#bang chan#hyunjin hard thoughts#lee know#lee know smut#han jisung smut#han jisung#changbin smut#changbin#seungmin#seungmin smut#jeongin smut#jeongin
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Idol Crush! [44]
► FORTY FOUR: The Art of Pulling Bitches (2.4k words + smau)
Without a doubt, confessing to Yang Jungwon was ranked in the top three most terrifying moments of your life. So you really didn’t know how your brain convinced itself that you needed to do it again - especially since you got rejected the first time around.
Though to be fair, when it came to Jungwon, you never really thought with your brain; you thought with your heart. Your optimistic, hopeful, passionate, sometimes self-deprecating, annoying heart - which somehow managed to delude you into believing that Jungwon liked you back.
You also blamed your heart for being swayed by Ami, Jia, Riyah, Daiyu and even Wonyoung’s words. Their encouragements, even though you made a show of brushing them off every single time, never failed to make the tiny ember of hope in your heart burn brighter.
God.
You just hoped that all of you weren’t looking way too deeply into things. Because if you had to re-live the experience of watching Jungwon’s face fall at your confession again, you were just going to completely throw in the towel and give up on love forever. An extremely pessimistic and dramatic thought for a mere 19-year-old to have, but whatever. Worst case scenario would be that he rejects you (again), but then guess what? You’d have some fuel to write a few heartbreaking ballads for your group and surely that would skyrocket you all into stardom. You’ll grow up old and alone, but not broke - and that was, ultimately, a win your books.
When you finally look up and see a familiar figure approaching you from the distance, you don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, he’s pulling you out of your delusions and forcing you to snap back to reality. But on the other hand, he’s waving at you, which means that he can see you…Which also means that now you can’t chicken out and run away - not that you were planning on it exactly, but you know…you liked to have your options open.
You exhale a somewhat shaky breath. Here we go…again.
“Y/N, Hey!” Jungwon greets you when he finally reaches the bench you were sitting on. He tugs his black facemask down to his chin so you can see his pretty, charming smile. This was so not the time to get distracted.
“Hey, Won.”
His posture straightens a bit as he hears the little nickname roll off your tongue. For some reason - and he knows the reason - it always sounds just a little bit sweeter when it comes from you.
Your gaze wanders around the almost empty surrounding area, an idea already formulating itself in your head. Looking at him, you ask, “Do you want to go for a walk?”
You didn’t even have a clear destination in mind, but you were just hoping that a little stroll would be enough to calm your nerves and erratic mind. It seemed like a hell of a better option than just sitting next to him, being all fidgety and counting down the seconds until you would finally drop the metaphorical confession bomb on him.
Jungwon wordlessly answers by falling into step with you, side by side, so close that your left hand brushes against his right one ever so slightly. You clear your throat nervously, but otherwise, try your best to pretend like you're not having ten consecutive internal breakdowns.
“So…” you begin before your voice falters at the end.
You have no clue what to say. The fact that you would be confessing to him today was completely taking over your mind, consequently leaving you speechless and not knowing how the fuck to ease into a normal conversation.
“So…” Jungwon mimics with a dimpled grin and you get the sense that he’s obviously trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “How have you been? I mean, considering….everything.”
Ah, yes… Everything. He was more than likely referring to the shit show that went down with Sunwoo a few days ago, “Umm, I’m doing okay. Not that good, but not that bad either.” you reply back honestly, “Going from six members to five definitely feels a bit weird, but I don’t know…Sunwoo took things way too far. If she was still in the group, I don’t think I would’ve ever been able to trust her again anyway.”
“Well, I mean she did put you in a position to be harassed all over the internet,” Jungwon say scowling, “So it’s probably for the best that she’s gone now.”
You nod a bit at his words. Having his reassurance somehow made you feel like less of bitch for not being completely torn up over losing a friendship of almost two years - though you’re definitely sure that Sunwoo never considered the two of you friends in the first place.
“But hey,” Jungwon suddenly exclaims, like he just remembered something. When you turn to look at him, you find that his curious eyes are already studying your face, “You said you had something to tell me, right? What is it?”
The cold, familiar feeling of trepidation instantly washes over your body, causing you to stop walking. Jungwon falters too, looking at you with concern as he notices the way your eyes nervously roam over your surroundings. You’re looking at the gravely pathway under your feet, the calming blue hue of the sky, the gentle stream of water that makes up the Han river…
You’re looking everywhere but him and it stirs up a very odd sensation of deja vu.
You open your mouth to speak, “So…” there was no going back now, “I, uh, spoke to Wonyoung,” he freezes slightly at the mention of her name, “And, she kind of told me that the two of you aren’t dating.”
“She told you that?” Jungwon’s throat feels a bit dry. How could she tell you? Why did she tell you? And was she even allowed to do that? Because his manager had explicitly told him not to tell anybody that the arrangement between him and Wonyoung was a total sham. And since when were you and Wonyoung even friends?
“Yeah, she did…Is it true? You guys are just fake dating or whatever?” You look up at him, trying to hide your shaky hands by shoving them into your jacket pockets. This felt even more scarier than when you confessed to him the first time around.
Jungwon pauses for a second, before answering hesitantly, “Yeah. It’s…fake. We’re not really together.”
He swallows the lump in his throat. If anyone found out that he had told you this, he'd probably be screwed. But with you standing in front of him, looking at him with your wide and tentative brown eyes…There was no way he could just straight up lie to your face. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t...Besides, it’s not like he was doing a very good job at avoiding you either - maybe there really was never a point in hiding something like this from you in the first place.
You let out a short breath of relief. Okay. He didn’t flat out deny that he and Wonyoung were only dating because their companies asked them to - which was a good sign for you. If he did deny everything, it would’ve just made confessing to him that much more scary.
You clench and unclench your hands in your pockets, mustering up the courage to utter the words stuck in the back of your throat “She also somehow convinced herself that you like me.”
His sharp intake of breath does nothing to alleviate your nervousness and you find your eyes fixating on the ground beneath your feet. Maybe if you were brave enough to look up, you’d notice the splash of pink staining his cheeks.
“It’s ridiculous, I know. She’s only met me like, what? Twice? Thrice? I-” you pause your rambling. You weren’t going to get anywhere like this. You needed to pluck up every ounce of courage in your body and just dive into it head first - or else, you fear, you’d be holding him hostage for the entire day, just digging your grave a little bit deeper as you continued to spew out nonsense.
"I-Jungwon, look," you take a chance and peer up at him through your lashes, "If what Wonyoung said is true that you do like me- then I'll be happy... Like really, really happy because I like you too. Or maybe I should say, I like you again. Which was not my intention by the way - I never ever thought I'd be standing in front of you doing this again... I mean, considering what happened last time, you'd think I'd know better, but apparently not since I'm here…Confessing to you... again."
Wasn’t it just so funny how you couldn't stop talking even though every fiber of your being was screaming at you to shut the fuck up?
You groan in embarrassment and bury your head in your hands, taking a chance to peak up at Jungwon through the gaps of your fingers. It probably wasn’t your best idea, considering he looks frozen in place - his mouth slightly parted in shock and his wide, cat-like eyes trained on you.
The silence is absolutely deafening after your proclamation and you're about ten seconds away from just flinging yourself into the icy cold water before something unexpected happens.
Jungwon takes two steps forward - towards you- and encircles each one of your wrists with his own hands so that he can pull them away and see your flushed face. You think you're definitely dreaming when he all but yanks you close to his chest, your warm cheek squashed against the cool material of his puffer jacket.
He was hugging you?
"Uhm, Is this an 'I accept you feelings type of hug', or is it a 'let me just comfort you really quickly so I can reject you' kind of hug?"
You feel the soft vibrations of his chest as he lets out an airy laugh, "It's the first one. The 'I accept you feeling type of hug'... because Wonyoung was right. I do like you. A lot."
"You do?!" you gasp, pulling your head back from his chest to look up at him, "Wait, you're actually blushing? Oh my god."
"Stop looking at me like that." he grumbles, but his face and the tips of his ears are still tinted a dusty pink. He feels embarrassed, so he takes a gentle hold of the back of your head to push your face back into his chest, preventing you from looking at his face any longer.
"You're blushing for me." you say giddily, voice slightly muffled by the fabric of his puffer jacket, "You like me."
Yang Jungwon really did like you like that. He liked you and he was hugging you and you weren’t dreaming any of it. It was all real.
"Why are you making fun of me for it," he murmurs against the top of your head, "That's not very nice of you, Y/N."
"Not very nice of me! Hello, you literally rejected me once!" you cry out, no real bite behind your bark. How could you ever bring yourself to even be mad at this moment? Yang Jungwon liked you back. It was damn near surreal.
Jungwon pulls back from the hug you two were still locked in and looks at you with an entrancing smile, "If it makes you feel any better, back then, a few months after you confessed, I started crushing on you too."
"You what?!"
There was no fucking way. The idea of Jungwon liking you three years ago.? You couldn't even begin to fathom it, "Are you being serious right now? Why didn't you say tell me anything?"
"A part of me did want to tell you... but then I got that offer from SM and you were so excited for me and I was going to leave anyway..." Jungwon explains, "I just thought it was for the best to not tell you at all."
“But still,” you sulk, still reeling from this new piece of information, “You could have at least told me.”
“Confessing to someone is scary though,” his lips quirk up in a teasing smile, “Imagine getting rejected.”
Your smile drops into a scowl, “I’ll throw you into the fucking river.”
A puff of laughter escapes him as he looks at your sulking figure, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Too soon?”
You respond by ignoring him and walking away - though you’re not actually mad and he knows it. You hear his foot steps hitting the ground as he jogs up to you from behind and a little out of breath, he says, “If you’re gonna ignore me, how am I supposed to ask you out on a date?”
Your nearly trip over your own feet at his words. A date. He wanted to go on a date with you?
"Are you asking me out right now?" keeping your voice steady proves to be extremely difficult when you’re trying to fight back both the blush and the excited smile forcing its way onto your face.
"Well, yeah,” He replies stammering, the little bit of faux confidence he has dwindling for every second that you stay quiet, “I mean, if you want to go on one.”
You bite back a smile, "Of course I want to go on a date with you."
"Thank you."
You frown.
"Thank you?" Why was he thanking you.
"For saying yes to the date?" he says, but the words leave his mouth phrased like a question.
"My god, you are not smooth at all." you giggle gleefully as hook your arm into his and pull him along to resume your walk, "Who the hell thanks someone for accepting a date?"
“It’s literally my first time asking somebody out!" the fact that he actually sounds like he’s in distress only adds to your amusement, “How am I supposed to know how these things work?”
"You have absolutely no game.” you grin, “You pull zero bitches."
"Didn't I literally just pull you?"
You jaw drops at his audacity, "No, you didn't! I did all the works so I pulled you...And did you just indirectly call me a bitch?"
He freezes and looks at you visibly alarmed, "I didn't mean it like that and you know it."
"Oh, you did mean it like that," you grin, "But it’s okay, because you can always make it up to me by taking me on a second date."
You watch as a grin makes its way onto his flushed face, "You want to go on a second date with me?"
"Yeah." you affirm, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
Then there's a quiet beat of silence before you decide to break it, "See how smoothly I asked that? Now that's how you pull bitches."
"Shut up."
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Idol Crush!💞 masterlist
SYNOPSIS: Y/N knew that once she and her group, IKONIC, finally debuted, there'd be a chance that she'd run into YANG JUNGWON: The leader of the global rookie group ENHYPEN. But JUNGWON isn't just the leader of a famous 4th gen boy group... he's also the boy that she confessed to three years ago and got rejected by. The last thing Y/N needs to do is fall back in like with him, because even something as simple as an idol crush! could bring about some unwanted drama and Dispatch worthy headlines.
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freaky ideas you say mwahahhaha 😩😩😩😩
okokokok, so
i’m thinking something along the lines of maybe toxic/gaslight king taehyung like a real kinda nate jacobs kind of situation (not tooo crazy like nate but just the manipulative part) but he’s that ex you love bumping into while drunk or horny bc he’s an amaaaazing lay but he always pulls u back in to fall for him but u know he’s bad and he knows he’s bad, he just knows he take steal you from any man
welp this was fun 🥴 i literally refuse to reread this so sorry if it's trash or riddled with errors lmaoooo hope u enjoy tho !!!
send me more freaky ideas!!!!!
pairing: taehyung x reader
wordcount: 737 (look mom i did a real drabble!!!!)
contains: tae is legit toxic, reader is too lmao, drunk hookups, a literal dick-measuring contest, taeCONDAAAAA, unprotected sex, don't ever let any man talk to you like this y'all i'm so srs
“What the fuck?”
You sit up so quickly that your tits bounce painfully with no shirt or bra to hold them steady. The alcohol numbing your mind puts you on a five-second delay to process what’s happening: first, the realization that you should probably attempt to hide your naked body; second, the realization that your ex has just walked in on you fucking someone else.
This would be a problem for anyone. But it is especially a problem when your ex is Kim Taehyung.
“I thought you locked the door,” your hookup– you have admittedly completely forgotten his name– grunts as he scrambles to cover his bare ass.
You thought you did too, but honestly, you are not in your right fucking mind right now. You definitely remember spinning the lock ninety degrees, but as you think back on it, you may have spun it back the other way when you were trying to figure the thing out.
Too drunk to remember how doors work means way too fucking drunk to be around Taehyung. There’s a reason your friends made you change his contact name to ⛔️⛔️DO NOT FUCKING DO IT DRUNK BITCH⛔️⛔️.
You’ve been good. Two months without Tae might be your new record.
When he tilts his head to the side with that cocky-ass look on his face, you just know you’re not making it another hour. “You really are up here letting somebody else take what’s mine.” Oh, you hate him so much. You need him to split you open.
“Who the fuck is this?” Your hookup sputters, eyes darting between you. “You have a boyfriend?”
“Ex,” you say simply. You haven’t moved from the position you were in when he was fucking you- on your back on the bed, legs spread, propped up on your elbows.
“Get the fuck out of here, dude,” he says to Tae, and he’s angry enough now to have abandoned any attempts to not be fully naked in front of a stranger. You have to smack a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh. Taehyung looks equally amused, pressing his lips together as his eyes jump from the guy to you and back again.
“How about we let her compare then? Make her own choice?”
Tae is already in motion before your hookup has any time to process his words. His hands move quickly to the button of his slacks– he can never wear fucking normal pants, always has to dress like the lead character in a romance movie despite having the personality of an actual demon– popping it open, unzipping his fly, and pushing both pants and briefs down his hips in one fast, confident motion.
You unabashedly lick your lips at the sight and sound of his dick smacking hard against his stomach. Damn, did it get bigger?
Your hookup is laughable by comparison, and you know that’s exactly the point. Length, girth, curve, veins, overall prettiness: Tae has him beat, easily, in every category.
You should know. His dick has single-handedly ruined your life.
The poor guy’s eyes jump from Tae’s dick to his own several times in succession, and he clearly doesn’t want to stare long enough to feel gay, but you can tell he’s amazed. It is really the only possible reaction.
“And this is just a semi, king.” Taehyung spits the final word for emphasis.
All pretense is gone now: you both know that he doesn’t have to stand there and pretend to wait for you to make your choice. It’s been made since the second he walked in. “If you’ll excuse me,” he says with a final nod to the guy, and then his knees are sinking into the mattress between your legs.
“Fuck, Taehyung,” you hiss as he pushes all the way in. The pain of the stretch is no match for the pleasure of his cock filling you entirely, and your walls grip him so tight that you can feel every twitch and throb of him inside you. All your senses are dulled in comparison; you only vaguely process the sound of the door slamming shut.
“Maybe I should cut you off more often,” he groans in your ear as he grinds into you, thick head rolling over your g-spot in languid strokes that make you see stars. “You get so fucking tight. How about I remind you who this pussy belongs to?”
You already know it’s his.
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On this round of P3R, we’re heading to the red-light district!
But first, I just want to say, Fuuka’s link requires MAX COURAGE to start? Omg. Now I’m assuming Mitsuru needs max academics. Good god. NG+ is absolutely gonna be needed for this.
So it’s now the third (technically fourth) full moon! And now that I’m thinking about the Magician and that whole mess, I think it’s a little funny that no one in SEES, in any of our downtime, has ever questioned, “Hey, what the fuck was that thing that ripped itself out of Orpheus and bodied the Magician in one shot? It might help with some of these slogging battles.” But no. It’s fine. We don’t need to know what that vastly powerful persona was. Whatever. Let’s rock.
Shirakawa Boulevard, despite Ikutsuki’s attempts to talk around it, is where the love hotels are!
I’m pressing X to doubt, sir!
So we’re off to the Champs de Fleurs hotel, and actually other than the weird curtained waiting area and sexy price list next to the front desk, it does look pretty normal? Like, it’s a hotel. It’s got hotel hallways and elevators and stuff.
And then we get to the third floor and the equivalent to the presidential suite.
This is labeled as the Hierophant’s Chamber, and… Lovers is supposed to be here? Did the P3 movies just straight-up skip the Hierophant Shadow and I never noticed? XDDD The Hierophant is very round and kind of looks like a really big guy with a lady with a head made of coral behind him.
Hierophant wasn’t bad, actually, and we get to explore the room afterwards before heading back downstairs. The kids clown on a lot of the décor, but like, the silly round bed would be cool for the novelty, and who DOESN’T want a tub that big???
But when we try to leave, we all get knocked out, and Minato wakes up in a different room, where Yukari is taking a shower.
This sounds very like Orpheus, but it’s definitely not Orpheus, because Orpheus would know that Yukari is not our soulmate!
Yes I will continue being biased. XDDDDD
If you say anything other than the correct answer, you get a “wait, that doesn’t seem right” thought bubble, and the dialogue just loops back to the start. You cannot fuck up the mission and game over on a night of brainwashed debauchery. XD
Minato comes to his senses, gets up from the bed, and Yukari comes out wrapped in a towel. She abruptly realizes where she is, screams, and slaps Minato before running back in the bathroom. And… Yukari? I was literally just standing here. Holy shit. Is this the pre-Kyoto warmup scene? God.
NONE OF THIS WAS MY FAULT???
Fuuka gets through to us, and we go back up to the second floor to meet up with Junpei and Akihiko.
I can only assume Junpei and Akihiko were put in the same room.
No one accused you of anything. Although now I’m giggling wondering what would have happened if I���d brought Mitsuru along instead.
We roam the hotel to find the mirrors we need to break to get back into the suite, and this is weirdly hilarious, all things considered.
But eventually we find our way back into the boss arena, and the Lovers has the perfect design, honestly.
GOD is it a bitch to fight, though. This fight took AGES because EVERY time it cast a spell with a charm effect, people got brainwashed. God forbid anyone other than Minato ever dodge an attack. Jesus fuck. I used every single one of my patra gems and dis-charms. Plus it cast diarama halfway through and of course when a boss does that it heals THOUSANDS of HP back to full health. Just give it salvation if you’re gonna do that.
As a brief side note, I love that when Minato casts the Jack Bros’ fusion spell, he just casually walks “offstage” afterwards and leaves them to it.
But finally, we’re out of here.
...Yukari volunteered so that I couldn’t take her out of the party and ruin my scripted undeserved slap. X’D
Gee, Yukari, I wonder if it’s because no one ever has anything nice to say to him? He just gets treated like the comic relief.
Also, we’re being watched by these dudes.
So when you say “we” do you mean you three, or like… humanity as a whole?
Back to the dorm to sleep this bullshit off, and then we move on with our week!
...christ, dude, I just came to see how you were doing. Can I please have a dialogue option so we can talk about this??? No???? Okay… God, this is Mona all over again. My god damn Magicians are always having problems.
...well, that’s nice. I wasn’t expecting that.
People at school are gossiping about how the school was rebuilt after an explosion ten years ago, and I’m getting texts from my attendant, who I apparently haven’t added to my phone? But at least she texts nicely.
It’s pre-exam week, so all my social links are busy. Instead, my academics are lagging, so I’m studying with the members of SEES who aren’t cranky with me. That means Yukari and Fuuka, and Mitsuru and Akihiko. Akihiko recommends doing a quick workout after every few problems, because then, you’ll power through the next set in anticipation of getting to your next workout!
Everyone I live with is insane. I love them. :’D
Ikutsuki calls a meeting to discuss something important, but before he can get to it, Yukari wants to speak. She’s had Fuuka looking into some stuff from the incident that happened ten years ago, and now she wants answers, because she thinks Mitsuru has been hiding things from us.
Other than the explosion, students were sent to the hospital, even though they were formally noted as just “absent”. It’s the same thing that happened to the girls bullying Fuuka; they fell unconscious and were unresponsive. Turns out, yeah, it was the same sort of thing. And it was Mitsuru’s grandfather, Koetsu Kirijo’s fault.
In greater Persona lore, knowing that he broke off from the Nanjo Group, he probably had access to tech that made his bullshit significantly easier to pull off. At the very least, we know he had the blueprints for a prototype anti-shadow suppression weapon, and the method to create artificial persona-users. But of course, he pushed too far.
(Sorry that these subtitles are kind of blurry. Basically, they gathered up a shitload of shadows and then lost control of them, because of course they did.)
Tartarus and the Dark Hour exist because of all of this. The lab explosion happened because they lost control, and because the lab was around/under Gekkoukan, it ended with the school needing to be rebuilt as well.
Yukari is not pleased with this development. She feels like we’re just being used to clean up other people’s mess. But as Ikutsuki puts it, we’re the only ones who can fix things. Normal people can’t fight shadows.
He also says that no one knows why the Arcana Shadows suddenly reappeared after ten years, but… Well.
No one is okay after this.
Junpei is angry because he feels like nothing he does is good enough, and that all he’s really good at is fighting, which won’t be necessary anymore if the Dark Hour vanishes.
Akihiko goes to see Shinji, who he apparently grew up with in an orphanage with someone named Miki, to tell him that they know how to stop the shadows now. But Shinji still won’t come back to SEES.
Me and Minato aren’t okay because I’ve finally started this guy’s social link, and he’s a dick.
Yukari’s dad was the lead researcher on the shadow stuff that led to the explosion, so I assume that he’s the one who got blamed for everything. Ikutsuki mentioned that the media picked one dude and demonized him.
I think this date is wrong, though. If it was ten years ago, that’d be 1999. Right? :/ It’s also just funnier if the lab exploded like 3 weeks after the Sumaru crisis ended.
But I saved the cat! So everything is not a complete wreck.
Pharos comes back to see me and implies some sketchy shit about my parents.
My parents (and my sister, shush, I’m pretending it’s canon) did not explode, though. So this isn’t their fault.
We’re absolutely friends.
After affirming that at least one person will stick by me to the end, even if that one person is a strange child who keeps waking me up at midnight, I come home from school the next day to find everyone sitting around experiencing the most awkward silence ever conceived.
Akihiko, no!
Thankfully, we manage to talk through what’s bothering the group as a whole (Junpei is still mad at me, I think), and Ikutsuki shows up to suggest that after exams, we all go on vacation to Mitsuru’s family’s summer home on the island of Yakushima. Her dad is going to be there, apparently!
Mitsuru reluctantly agrees, Yukari apologizes to her for being too gung-ho and accusatory the other night, and I think we’re all chill again. Which is good.
…….it’s my last night before exams and my option for study-buddy is Ikutsuki???
Nah. I’m out.
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M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S2
Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?
Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.
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I can tell I’ve really accessed the elder millennial (& elder) demographic with my M*A*S*H posting (doing...numbers? hullo!) by, above all, the 80% consistency rating of those reblogging it also adding tags. My people. We gotta find things later.
Season 2! Absolutely, get in here, loved this one: to bits. I did swing around the order again this time, primarily to pace the Hawkeye runs himself ragged episodes—too much of that at once might cause damage, nearly did me. I am kidding: I did not avoid this. Hi broken, I'm Dad!
M*A*S*H - Season 2
Recommended sequence
2x01 ‘Divided We Stand’ - A reintroduction to the 4077th in our second season together through the psychiatric officer sent to investigate whether they’ve all gone mad out there and should be broken up. Spoiler alert: of course, and of course not.
2x02 ‘5 O’Clock Charlie’ - Every day at 5 o’clock, a North Korean pilot flies overhead and tries* to bomb the nearby ammunition dump (*tries). Just chock-a-block with bits. Fun fact: Alda’s foppy infantry drag routine probably the moment I truly fell in love with him—“That’s about it.” This too would have made a wonderful season opener honestly, but we just get two!
2x04 ‘For the Good of the Outfit’ - And now we sit down with a thump: Hawkeye & Trapper try to get the American military to take responsibility for shelling a peaceful Korean village, and learn that the Army, surprise, has no whistleblower protection. No B-plot, we’re just doing THIS.
2x05 ‘Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde’ - In this hurt/comfort but we nearly forgot part of it fanfiction, Hawkeye Pierce stays awake doing surgery for…possibly 48 hours if I've calculated this right, but then after that another shift, and another…oh jesus. He stays awake for something like three days, all but spare minutes of it pulling bits of metal out of chest wounds, it breaks something in him, and then for the next night & day more he continues to sleeplessly wander the camp spooking and unnerving people like an irreverent broken ghost. This is probably the best episode I’ve seen yet. Every time you hear the sound of choppers, and he just looks up from the shadowed caverns of his eyes… HUGE ohh honey! episode, and also like, ..fuck. Fuucking fuck. “Dear Harry, Who’s responsible?” I could lovingly detail every single thing that happens in this, very up to and including the warm circumstances of the little closing scene, which I ache over.
2x09 ‘Dear Dad…Three’ - That’s WRITE, it’s another letter writing episode, with a number of differently toned scenes strung together with pretty impressive balance. A tense surgery, a goofy home video that accidentally makes everyone verklempt, a perfectly absurdist staff meeting, and meanwhile: The Gang Solves Racism! Well, corrects a racist. Involves ridiculous antics don’t even worry. Ginger has the funniest part and thank god.
2x10 ‘The Sniper’ - There’s a sniper. This is a situation where this episode is so well written and edited, just sterling 25 minute story construction, that I’ve deemed it too good to be sunk by its one too many sexual assault jokes. I mean kinda makes it even more of a peak early season M*A*S*H episode, if you think about it.
2x12 ‘The Incubator’ - One of my favorites of this season to be honest! An eventual sort of Milo Minderbinder riff on byzantine and corrupt Army supply chains, in which Trapper & Hawkeye wear their dress uniforms and at one point stand in as investigative journalists asking tough questions at a military press conference—hot.
2x13 'Deal Me Out' - A wonderfully pitched antics ep, especially memorable for the deep bank of recurring guest players: Sidney Freedman, Sam Pak, and even Colonel Flagg. I have since started playing poker and it is remarkable how many elements of this exact game have already occurred. Minus the surgery.
2x11 ‘Carry On, Hawkeye’ - A flu epidemic sweeps the camp, and if the sight of people wearing masks and looking worried isn’t moving enough for you In Our Current Era, the only folks left standing as the war casualties keep coming in—Hawkeye, Margaret, Radar, and Father Mulcahy—trauma bond about it. Exquisite. I adore this one. Also another for the annals of Hawkeye shouting down the line to a superior officer about finding a husband.
2x24 'A Smattering of Intelligence' - Honestly it's not about these slipshod spies: it's because Marlene Dietrich is back in town.
2x20 ‘As You Were’ - Love that when this started I was thinking eh it was probably not making my list. A whiplash episode par excellence. Hot Take! - I think this does the kind of thing ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ wants to do better than that one actually does.
2x22 ‘George’ - A scene or two into this one, Hawkeye comments in the mess tent that one of the kids they just sewed up was really bruised, and not in a combat way, like in a someone beat him way, and I idly muse, hey, in the version where we kick it up a notch: he was beat up for being gay, and comes out to Dr. Pierce because of course he comes out to Dr. Pierce, the kind chaotic bisexual energy is palpable even behind the surgical mask, and then self-identified Aunt Hawkeye has to figure out how to save him. I would have signed a statement giving up my blog in the event were this to actually come to pass, and done so laughing. But then in the year of our lord 1974, DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. Good thing my mouth was healing because I yelled.
Oh, and if you’re wondering if Benjamin ‘Homoerotics’ Pierce took this network-granted opportunity to come out as straight—
no.
2x21 ‘Crisis’ - They Were All So Cold, redux, variation: There Was Only One Tent. Not quite like that, although does include Hawkeye and Trap essentially sharing a bed and as many layers of Army surplus as they can scrounge while jibber-jabbering with Klinger as he puts on cold cream and Father Mulcahy does an impromptu stand-up bit in his Loyola sweatshirt, and for this and many reasons, this one about burst my heart in warm coziness. Easily the most endearing & domestic thing this show has done to me yet. I’m compromised. Haha fuck, I’m compromised!
Season 1 • Season 2 • To be continued
#M*A*S*H hours
#if pressed I actually could not tell you which is gayer#Hawkeye's mocking flounce of repulsion#or his exhausted thousand yard stare at Trapper#M*A*S*H#M*A*S*H hours#viewguides#Tarra watches
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You guys The Power of the Doctor was fucking phenomenal. I had so many fears and so many doubts, but that was beautifully done and my heart is so full right now.
Random rambles off the top of my head:
- Yaz is so beautifully confident and competent! Like folks talk about Doctorification as a bad thing but my god hers is excellent.
- Ace my love my love my love. Ace calling 13 Professor. Ace stashing her jacket in UNIT HQ. Ace with a big fuckoff gun. Ace with HER BASEBALL BAT. Ace jumping off a building with a parachute. Ace going “of course I can single-handedly take out a volcano full of Daleks, I’m not a wimp”. Ace meeting Graham! Ace having a sweet heart to heart with Seven oh my days my heart.
- For some reason I didn’t expect Ace and Tegan to sound like they used to. They obviously look different, and I dunno, I guess I was expecting them to feel different too. But the second Ace opened her mouth I damn near cried. They sounded exactly the same as ever.
- Tegan my love my love my love. Tegan being a big damn hero, completely of her own volition, and always managing to feel hard done by about it. Tegan telling off every Doctor she sees. Tegan refusing to leave Kate Stewart in the fight alone. Tegan fighting her way through an entire building full of Cybermen. Tegan having an incredibly sweet heart to heart with Five, and Five understanding and validating her trauma. Five saying, of course seeing Cybermen again reminds you of Adric, of course seeing Cybermen again takes you back to that horrific experience (because even before Adric died that was a pretty terrible story for Tegan). Honestly I can’t say that enough. Five looking Tegan in the eye and understanding her pain, in a way that he was always too exasperated to do back in the day. And ugh the parallels between this and Earthshock, with Tegan fighting through masses of Cybermen and being insanely brave, except this time it paid off and she didn’t lose anybody important to her.
- Oh my god all the Doctors. Fake William Hartnell, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann... I yelped seeing them all. The boy band from the alternative 50th anniversary haha. They all care so much about this show, it’s such a pleasure to see them all back. And 8 refusing to wear a cloak was funny.
- “Last time I saw you you were part cat” omg Ace. I didn’t expect them to reference that quite so openly lmao
- The Master. Dance party. Ra Ra Rasputin. While Daleks and Cybermen watch. I mean it’s up there with Cassandra and Toxic, or Simm-Master and I Can’t Decide. Genuinely think I scared my neighbours I was howling so loud with laughter.
- Kate Stewart you tough legend. I’ve never been particularly invested in her before, but nah she’s pretty good.
- Omg the Master in 13′s costume. Sacha Darwan making those pants look like shorts.
- The Journey’s End throwback with all the friends piloting the TARDIS together my heart.
- That support group at the end. All the friends coming together. JO GRANT. MEL BUSH. IAN CHESTERTON. I’m so glad we finally got an appearance from Ian, no matter how short.
- The regeneration was so sweet and gentle and peaceful. We’ve had a lot of traumatic and dramatic regenerations of late. I’m so glad 13 got to go so kindly. The ice creams on top of the TARDIS. The last sunset. The way she held it off for a while so she could have a few more beautiful moments, then willingly embraced the future.
- “Tag, you’re it”. Perfect last lines for this Doctor. I’m sad to see her go, but that was a good exit.
They managed to bring together all these characters, and all these plotlines, and give each of them sufficient weight and value. Nobody felt shorted or extraneous. Jodie was on top form, and she got a damn good send off.
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A Rabid, Song-by-Song Analysis of Turnabout Musical by Someone Who Knows Jack Shit About Music
Track 3: The Objection Song
The Objection Song! I have a confession to make: I don’t often listen to TM all the way through. I did in the beginning—when I had first discovered it, and was absolutely ravenous and couldn’t get enough. But after a couple hundred full listens I realized there were songs I just skipped too often in order to get to my favourites, and that resulted in me making a second playlist that was just more or less a handful of act 1 songs, and pretty much all of act 2. Thus, all my reactions to these act 1 songs will probably be a little less bulky, a little more fresh, because I’ve had less time to meditate on them and think on them. So! The Objection Song, here we go.
A beautiful tutorial of a song. We love Phoenix Wright, doomed to be a video game protagonist, and thus doomed to be a Bar-Certified lawyer who does not know how a cross-examination works. I’m used to the TAAAM version of this song, so listening to it feels a little bit like coming home but someone’s rearranged my furniture. That’s just fine.
Our first taste of Sarah Taranto’s take on Mia (by Aha [i am tazed]) and I forgot how much of a fucking boss she was hitting those high notes. I mean this in the kindest possible way but sometimes when I am listening to her my brain is like “Damn. Now you’re just showing off.” It’s truly a spiritual experience.
Immediately I am struck by how much I just love the arrangement of this song as a whole. It’s so bouncy and lighthearted and I feel like that in itself does an excellent job of setting the mood for how trials tend to be in Ace Attorney. Yes, someone died, and we’re all very upset about that—but while we’re arguing about how it happened, let’s just bring some absolutely fucking insane behaviour into this court of law. For flavour. I think the biggest pet peeve I have when it comes to AA fanworks is when people lose sight of this—yes, AA is a very powerful series about loss, grief, trauma, legacy, karma, and justice… but it is also about love and friendship and light in the darkness, and it is incredibly silly and goofy. Your honour, I plead oopsie daisies. The defense holds that its client be allowed their right to be a silly goose.
All of that is crucial to making a good AA fanwork, or at the very least one I personally find enjoyable. TM, of course, has this in spades.
As the cross-examination starts, we get one of our more obvious incorporations of the game soundtrack! The actual song that plays during cross in the games, Questioning ~ Moderato 2001. This is one of the most recognizable tunes from AA in my opinion, so it’s nice to hear it here! I fucking love whatever the piano is doing here as the contradiction reveals itself. No idea what to call that but it tickles my brain in ALL the right ways.
The desk slam is so POWERFUL. Now’s probably as good a time as any to talk about the foley work in this musical. It’s a little thing that I think goes very overlooked in most mediums, but it is crucial to my love of some of the songs in TM. Whenever there is a chance to incorporate an every-day sound effect, TM will take it more often than not, and that choice, naturally, adds a LOT more life to the world!
Oh wait hold on actually because I’ve just remembered how much I love Chris Zambelis as Larry Butz. There is not a shred of restraint in the way he plays this man, exactly as it should be. Larry’s agonized, despairing cry of ‘GIVE ME THE CHAIR!!!’ in the background is easily my favourite thing about this song. I mean no disrespect to the overall masterpiece of it, but that single moment is the selling point for me. I had completely forgotten until right this moment and just choked on my diet coke. Well done, sir.
There’s Sarah hitting that insane high note again. Is she out there doing great things with that voice of hers? God, I hope so.
I’m a very big fan of… well, honestly, every single harmony that exists in this musical, but there is just something very enchanting about whenever Mia and Phoenix get to sing together! It’s another rant I have planned for a different song, but I absolutely adore how hands-off Mia is in her mentoring in the game—she, like her mentor before her, lets Phoenix come to his own conclusions with some very gentle nudging. This song does an excellent job of representing that and then having them come together in the end—once Phoenix has gotten his wits about him, that’s when they begin their double-team. It’s a delight to listen to.
That’s about all I have to say about this one! Obviously, big shoutouts to Ben Smith as Sahwit, Ami Garrett as Payne, and William Barkley as our Judge :] Their character voices are impeccable, and they do a wonderful job of evoking an image in your head, even for someone who is perhaps not familiar with the franchise, I think~ Overall, The Objection Song does a wonderful job of setting the overall tone for the courtroom drama and sillies that exist within the AA universe. What more can you ask for!
[Turnabout Huh? What do you mean there’s an Ace Attorney Musical?]
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Genuinely in shock that somehow we kept Rusty Tanger and Geno. Like before the off-season I was already accepting the fact that we’d lose one of them (at least).
Also somehow Raks too????
I feel like if this experience taught me anything, it's that I don't trust the media worth a damn. I am so frustrated with how this went down from every single angle, and (not to sound like a right wing nut) the media made it ten thousand times worse.
I was genuinely and seriously in "of course geno will come back :)" land when left to my own devices. it was only when I started reading the Panic Pieces from our Dear Favorite Writers that I actually got nervous. then they started publishing, like, multiple articles within 48 hours of each other, escalating in severity and fear. it was ridiculous, and so much of it was.... bunk? absolutely bungled? ill-sourced?
to me it seemed evident that some writers had lost most, if not all, inside connections that they previously had, and that tanked their "inside knowledge" considerably. now: that's not the writers' fault, but that doesn't obligate them to publish rumors, spit on 'em to shine 'em up, and call 'em likely, you know?
like, no one fucking knew about the rusty deal. which: fine, GMRH is quiet, alright, but that it took EVERYONE by surprise isn't how we're used to things going around here, and it threw off basically every reporter's estimation of how this summer would go. and THEN the tanger deal, which was like... basically unbelievable if your impression was garnered from the media (who all agreed that the pens would lose tanger this summer barring a miracle and personality replacement for kris). I was shocked, and that's when I knew something was seriously up, because I had taken some reporters' opinions earnestly and they were being proven wrong on multiple points in VERY short order, and it made their articles look kinda goofy in hindsight.
that's not to say I'm unsympathetic; I know people who have worked in News for years, some who have recently lost their jobs and livelihoods and crafts-of-30-years because of the shuttering of newspapers and traditional reporting. I know that, unfortunately, news is a business and these people need clicks. I don't doubt for a SECOND that this entire ordeal was a fantastic opportunity for them financially. I think it sucks, but it's a reality of the job, and I'm willing to understand it.
however: the geno situation got so, so, so out of control.
good god some of those articles were becoming clickbaity as shit, lol. it got pretty ridiculous at the end, and even though we ALL were sitting here like "alright cool, so geno and the pens are playing hardball with each other and using their favorite weapons on each other: The Media", that doesn't mean that those very-much-intentionally-leaked things didn't cause a ton of stress, ahaha.
I was convinced—CONVINCED—that Geno's "I'm going to free agency, you bastards" move was him DEMANDING that hextall blink first, but that doesn't change the facts that: he said he was open to testing the market, he could have gotten a great offer, and he could have taken it. I don't think he threw that threat down lightly, but I really truly honestly (my friends will tell you) believed that that move was him using the last thing in his arsenal. I could be wrong! he really could have (and by a lot of current indications, did) mean that as an earnest "fuck you, I'll go", but my poor little optimist heart was clinging onto that idea, and I will fully accept and admit that geno was absolutely waging psychological war on the pens front office, very intentionally, in an attempt to
get what he wanted(/deserved) and
make them look bad.
anyways, back to my point: I was genuinely doing really well (yay, disassociation and blind necessary optimism) if I didn't read any media pieces on the situation, and because of my belief that those pieces were written with both a lack of real knowledge of the situation (NO ONE FUCKING KNEW GENO WAS GOING TO SIGN. NO ONE LEAKED IT. NO INSIDERS. THE PENS POSTED IT.) and the intent to drive traffic during an intense and, yes, dramatic moment...
well, we'll just say that in addition to side-eyeing the fuck out of the pens front office/org, I will also be gazing upon several beat reporters skeptically for a hot minute.
#this is long sorry#ANYWAYS this is to say:#same I had resigned myself that we were losing rusty AND kris#and then we lost neither#and then almost lost geno#and it was: A Lot#ask#anonymous
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black widow (2021): 4/10
i...dude.
my poor best friend had to sit next to me while we watched this and listen to me complain over every single “russian” thing the main characters tried to say. i don’t know how it’s possible, but i honestly don’t think marvel hired an language coach for scarlett johansson or florence pugh (and if they did, good for that person for scamming marvel bc they did Nothing for that paycheck).
accents:
scarlett johansson sounds passable. natasha romanoff isn’t supposed to sound particularly russian (she’s a spy, she speaks several languages, she’s fluent in english), so they didn’t have much to do for this one. she sounds like an american person. if i heard her speak in real life and she said she’s russian, i’d believe her.
rachel weisz actually did a pretty good job! her character has a relatively thick russian accent, probably because they meet her in russia where she’s been living for a while (she’s also a spy like natasha but doesn’t have the same american accent...and all the characters speak in heavily accented english instead of just. speaking russian.. but of course you can’t have your american audience read subtitles for longer than 5 seconds or they might leave a bad letterbox review of a marvel movie so i digress). her accent sounds very good! she has the typical overpronounced vowels but she doesn’t roll her r’s or mispronounces the ‘th’ sound, which was very refreshing (most russian people who learn english do know how to say ‘r’ and ‘th’ properly but the overall cadence still sounds off for other reasons). she sounds like my mom honestly, id think she was russian
david harbour.....ehhhhh. he sounds like someone picked russian as the accent for their dnd character and is now just trying their best to get along. he ranges from passable to pretty fucking bad. (also, pet peeve but it’s aleXEI, not aLExei as everyone insists on saying it, dont mispronounce your own name mr guardian come on now)
listen i love florence pugh. she’s a great actress, she can do lots of things well, a russian accent just isn’t one of them. she’s trying way too hard to get the r sounds and it just sounds really overdone and fake. i still quote the “don’t say zat vai vould you say zat it was real to me!” line to my friends. just girl...stop
actual russian:
shoutout to the one extra who was slavic and had one line and pronounced it perfectly. there’s one in every marvel movie, i hope he’s having a good day.
the main cast??? no. absolutely not. the dialogue between natasha and yelena in actual russian was fucking incomprehensible, i wouldn’t have known what they were saying if it wasn’t for the subtitles and like. its supposed to be russian. i speak russian. come on now.
there were featured extras (like the guys in the prison admin) who spoke russian and i could understand it but it was very accented which just makes me wonder why marvel doesn’t hire actual russian actors for the extras like surely it doesn’t matter who the extras are, nobody cares (except me), just hire slavic people who can say the lines correctly. then again, i guess if the extras sounded good it’d bring more attention to how shit the main cast sounds
movie as a whole:
we’ve all seen this before. morally grey russian characters who are spies and working to take down the american government because cold war scary russians. their backstory is that they were raised by Evil Government Man in rooms with cement walls where little girls are taught ballet and how to put together kalashnikovs.
i get it, russia works great as a boogeyman and a grey filter background for whatever kind of criminal activity past you wanna give the only slavic character on the avengers. but if you’re going to use russia as a backdrop to be Angsty and Aesthetic, at least do the due diligence and get the language right. i can understand not using any of the culture, maybe it wouldn’t have fit into the story, but the accents and the spoken language being wrong just makes this whole thing feel like an insult to me.
like “oh this is what russians are like” portrayed by people who clearly don’t care enough to put in the time to pronounce their 2 lines correctly? really? i know a lot of people are pissed off at russia, rightfully so, but you shouldn’t put your whole story in a country different from yours and then do it this badly. i really like black widow as a character, particularly in the comics, and i love me a russian superhero, this was just really disappointing.
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What is a smell that you absolutely cannot stand?
Smell of people’s body odor. 🤢 < This is always a correct answer. Also the combination of having been sweaty + being under the sun for a long period of time. That one's a common encounter where I live because it's very humid here, and it's not a pleasant smell to be around.
When is the last time you felt adrenaline moving through your veins?
September. It was a work event and the organizers we tapped were doing fuck all and were nowhere to be found for most of it, and I had no choice but to step up and oversee every single moving part of the event from the second it started and ended. Internally our team was in absolute chaos as we were deciding most things on the fly, but it was a team achievement that we managed to make it not look that way for everyone who attended.
When is the last time you bought new shoes? What kind of shoes are they?
I got Dunk Lows in June for my Thailand trip.
Do you know anybody who snorts when they laugh? Who?
I know a few people who'll unconsciously let out a snort mid-laugh. It's super endearing and we always end up laughing even more when it happens.
Have you ever been hit on by a stranger? Flattering or creepy?
I have. I found it flattering mainly because they were extremely polite when I turned them down.
Do you remember the first Rated R movie you ever saw? What was it?
I do – it was The Exorcist. I saw it when I was I think 11 or 12.
What is something good that happened to you last week? Something bad?
Something good: I presented a pitch to a potential client. Pitching is one of my least favorite parts about my job because it demands a lot of pre-work/research, then I also have to worry about how I sell our business and our credentials and our team...but I think I handled last week's presentation pretty well, considering that's my first as a director. At this point I'm not worrying too much if we win or lose the account, and am simply satisfied with how I performed.
Something bad: Finding out about Matthew Perry's passing. I first read of it through Reddit and spent a good deal of time denying it until I had to come to terms with the fact that it was true.
Are you afraid of any animals?
Well yes; I wouldn't exactly be thrilled if I come face-to-face with one that's very much capable of ripping my arms and legs apart.
Do you put your elbows on the table when you eat? Do you think it’s rude?
I do when I'm just at home or with people I'm comfortable with. Internally, I honestly couldn't give less of a shit but for politeness' and manners' sakes I keep them off the table only in work/professional settings.
Have you ever gotten into a fight with somebody over the internet?
A few. For the most part I just end up blocking the other person once they start sounding ridiculous; but there was one time I allowed myself to have a little fun going back-and-forth because I wanted the guy to continue expressing (read: exposing) how stupid he was being.
Do you think that you listen to your head or your heart more?
Head.
If your mom told you she was pregnant today would you freak out?
I would certainly be in shock considering she's had her uterus removed.
You trust all of your friends completely, true or false?
True.
How many buttons are on the clothes you’re wearing right now?
They don't have any.
If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose?
I'm already content with it being white.
What has been the best night of your life so far? Why?
Seeing Yoongi in concert for sure has to be up there. I never ever expected to see BTS in any capacity as soon as I had, so the whole journey of me and my friends desperately getting tickets for all of us all the way down to buying plane tickets and building up our Thailand itinerary from scratch will always be a cherished memory.
I will say that our time immediately post-concert was a bit of a downer because I didn't expect the Bangkok nightlife to be as dead as it had been. It was midnight and my friends and I were walking...and walking...and walking...trying to find some sort of bar – any bar – and ended up with nothing so our adrenaline quickly died out and we merely ended up at a McDonald's, lol. Still a fun night.
Did you learn to read before, during, or after kindergarten?
During, I think. I was a big reader as a kid but didn't start having my nose up in books until Kinder 2, a whole year after I first started school.
Has anybody ever thrown you a surprise party?
Nope. I wish I could have at least one of those.
Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest?
If a ridiculous amount of money was *guaranteed* I don't see why I wouldn't.
What is the last thing you lost?
A hair tie, as I do.
Have you ever pretended to be sick to get out of something?
Yep, a few work meetings I didn't want to bother with.
Who is somebody you know who is spoiled rotten?
Not really, no.
Would you rather visit Poland or Portugal?
Poland.
Have you ever seen somebody give birth?
Never.
You have 10 minutes to make dinner for two people, what do you make?
Chapaguri with pork.
Have you ever borrowed something and never gave it back? What was it?
I never did give my sister's yellow jacket back to her, lol.
What is one thing you wish you understood about the opposite sex?
How to have them talk more. Most guys I've talked to have been straight-to-the-point with their answers and usually the responses are also very short, and I've always found that jarring.
Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby?
Nope, it's purple now.
Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud?
I've been seriously called out once, in grade school. Apart from that I stay quiet when the need be.
Honestly, have you ever given somebody a sucky gift?
I have. It was in high school when my family wasn't exactly financially comfortable yet and I had to get someone a gift with the little allowance/savings I had. I felt so shy that I had to walk away from the group when we were opening the presents.
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[87 Rasey]
Casey never told Raph about some of his past times. Sure, they knew about the vigilante stuff, and the love for Hockey. But the baking? Another secret he kept tucked away. It was something he used to do with his mother years ago, and he remembered it to this very day. Sometimes he craved it, and well, he wasn't exactly going to go and bother his mum about it.
So, he made his mum's brownies, apartment starting to smell of a bakery. Casey enjoyed it. Until he happened to look up, hot pan in oven-gloved hands, and see his new guest. Raph. He swears this place could be Fort Knox and they'd still get in!
"Not a word, not a single fucking word Raphael," Casey warned, voice stern, "You say a single thing and I'll kick you outta that shell of yours."
He places the pan down, turning off the oven at last,
"Or I'll just never show you my face again," He knows Raph would hate that.
He looks to the pan of fresh goods, before looking back to Raph, offering a little bit of kindness,
"Do you want one?"
| Muse interaction
Raphael did in fact have a key to his boyfriends apartment, and yes he always kept said key on him. It was specially secure in his most front pock on his right side on the inner side of his belt. Where he kept his smaller weapons. Raphael even made sure it had a key ring with a little bell on it in case it ever slipped out he be able to hear the chime and grab it.Raphael would take it out every night and set it safely into his night stand by his bed. Always in the same place, the center of the drawer inside a small plastic container so it wouldn't shift back and end up under anything when the drawer was open or closed. It was one of the first things he grab after waking up as well, second to his sai's but he tended to sleep with one all the time so there was no real reason as to why it fell in that order. However despite how careful and admittedly meticulous he was with the key. Raphael had never actually used it for it's purpose.
As he was currently working his way into Casey's apartment now. The point of the key he understood don't get him wrong he knew it was Casey's way of letting Raph into his life and such, and it meant Raph could come and go as he pleased. Which he did. But it was also just kind of funny to watch the look Casey gave him every time he just appeared in their place having obviously not used the front door. and if asked or a mention made about the key? Raph would happily and proudly show he had the key on hand he just didn't use it. Didn't matter how locked up the place was Raph always found a way in. He loosened windows enough to open up, sneaked his way into vents even before slipped right in behind Casey when he went through the door. Raph had found all kinds of ways to get in. And the little look on Casey's face was always his prize and motivation to be ridiculous like so.
Mostly he just went from the window, tip of his sai slowly working under the window as as he wiggled his weapon left and right finally hearing the lock give and click. Raph smiles and sets a hand to the glass pushing it up as he set his sai away and makes his way in. The only thing about Raph's little gag through is it meant his visit where pretty unannounced. Casey didn't seem to mind so it never crossed the turtles mind that he might come in when Casey was in the matter of well private matters. Raph was still getting to really know his boyfriend after all, he honestly thought their apartment was simply a place to hang his mask and rest between his day job, and his night life of stopping the lawbreakers of the city.
So when he's welcomed by the scent of something, hmm he pauses and takes a moment to breath the sound in. It's thick and rich, Raph could near taste chocolate on his tongue from the warm sweet scent he is finding to fill Casey's apartment right now. Which seemed odd actually? He tilts his head a little and idly scratches at the side of his head. It's not like Casey's place was unpleasant in any shape or form to the turtle. Or well he wouldn't come in all the time like he dose. It's just unexpected. Waiting a beat or two trying to listen in to the place, he can hear movement going on inside clearly from the kitchen. Heavy foot steps against the floor, the sound a metal door and a tray being moved. There is only one person here, that's for sure and hes positive it's Casey from the steps taken. Still he's light of his feet when he finally gets down from the window and sets his feet to the floor.
Still paying a second to look around just in case. But he didn't see any signs of anyone else being here, and for a moment he's not even sure why he thought there would be. Eh chalk that up to him being stupid he decides as he makes way to the kitchen that lovely rich chocolatey scent strongest in that direction. Yep just as it was expected Casey was alone in his kitchen. but the unexpected thing here? was eyeing them with the oven mit and clearly fresh set of brownies on said tray, a quick scan of the room was all the evidence laid out that Casey can bake uh? or at least dose bake? Standing near by hand behind his shell as he playful make it clearly he smelling the the sweet treat. Just as Casey seemed aware he was no longer alone himself. Smiling Raphael's beak parts ready to speak but Casey beats him to the punch, in that near threatening tone. They never seemed able to give it their all when they tried to scold Raphael in that voice they used when out in the streets.
"Not a word, not a single fucking word Raphael,"
Even when they tried to be stern it never really land well, Raph just simply smiling as if he wasn't going to say a word about what he just walked in on. Even casually giving a roll of his eyes as he set his hands to his hips beak parting to speak despite the stern warning from his boyfriend.
"You say a single thing and I'll kick you outta that shell of yours."
Raph just scoffs a little wouldn't be the first time was that all they had to threaten him with? Well then he may as well make his snappy remarks worth it, hand lifted to speak again but seemed Casey was ready to shoot them down again as they turned their oven off, not even needing to look over at Rapahel to know he was about to get himself thrown out the second the turtle worked a word over his tongue.
"Or I'll just never show you my face again," He knows Raph would hate that.
Raphs beak start parted at that threat, letting his brow furrow and face scrunch up to fix Casey with a glare his way. Clearly that was said to make him mad and Ralh wasn't sure what of thar he hated most. That Casey made that threat ot the favt Casey knew that threat would work on him. But it did achieve what Casey wanted and the turtle kept his beak closed for once, arms firmly crossed over his plastron. Actting a tad childish as he looked down to the ground in the moment huffing a little so to bite his tounge because he knew Casey would go grab thier mask and cover thier face up if he made a peep. Because Raph lacked self-control as well, he knew he would make a remark. Casey at least offered some kindness his way since he was behaving maybe.
"Do you want one?"
Raphael quirked his beak a tad annoyed by the threats but well the smell was hard to ignore so he simplgy grumbled out a yes. Then mkved to stand beside Casey still hold his soured expression as Casey plated a brownie for him. Raph waited a moment for it to cool before going to grab for it. And took a bite. He wasn't going to pass up a free treat after all besides didn't hurt to see how Casey baked right? Raphael would never admit it but he's so glad he did keep his beak shut that whole time because the moment his taste buds got a taste of the brownie? It was an explosion of flavor! Lole over the top commercials when the actors git a taste of something so good it sent thier soul out of thier body. Eyes widen as he savored it. So rich, and soft he couldn't believe a vrowie could taste this good! Maybe cause hes only had store bought or box mox but this was amazing.
Setting the half eaten treat down a moment, Raph moved to grab at Casey's forearm and looked up at his boyfriend. Not longer all knotted up brow or scrunched up snout. But completely series even look held over his face carrying it to his tone "Casey, please marry me because these brownies are the best thing I have ever tried and I refuse anyone else to have a chance to sweep you away before me." He soon smiles to show he wasn't serious with the proposal but still meant the compliment behind his wording.
"You really make this unfair though." Look back to the brownie as he plucked it from the plate so he could finish it off chomping down in one bite as he pleasant hum his approval locking his beak over even before letting himself drape over Casey's counter as dramatically as he could. Smacking the glass plate enough to spin a little in place.
"Ahhhh ain't I gay enough for you your getting to good for me baby girl." Finger held up suddenly "were alone im allowed to say it." Before lifting up he head as he turned to face them slightly holding on to Casey as he playful shook them. "Stop getting cuter your gonna make me die from being too fucking gay for you Casey Jones!"
#muse| hamato rapheal#madamkezzie#aflockoffeathers#[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ 87 verse]#muse interacction#stayed qeued
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Dean has a thing for your Hair
Word Count: ~675
Warnings: mostly fluffy and a teeny bit smutty, mentions of oral and p-in-v sex, hair pulling, the tiniest mention of demon!Dean roleplay, mutual lusty stupors
A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
There are plenty of things about your physical self that Dean loves. Your smile. Your mannerisms. Your body. Every single inch of you is precious and beautiful to him, and he could never pick a favorite part of you. But he sure does have a thing for your hair.
It’s gorgeous and soft and it smells amazing and he’s borderline obsessed with it. I’m not obsessed, y/n. Just… I dunno… distracted. Incredibly fucking distracted.
He routinely spaces out in both naughty and nice thoughts about it, lost in a filthy daydream or a comforting memory in seconds every time you twirl it between your fingers or it gets all rumpled up from the wind. He can’t get it out of his head.
To be fair, those are some pretty awesome thoughts, Sweetness.
Hangin’ down when you’re on top of me, ridin’ my cock and losing yourself in pleasure.
Splayed out all over the pillows while you’re on your back and I’m railin’ you into the mattress.
Fisted in my hand while I’m fucking into your mouth or taking you from behind. Mmmm.
And fallin’ asleep to the scent of your girly shampoo afterwards.
Hell, I even love wakin’ up to it all up in my face. I know it sounds weird, but it’s like it reminds me I’m home before I even open my eyes, ya know? Even when I’m on the road. When I’m next to you I’m home, y/n.
He likes to play with it when you’re chilled out watching tv with your head in his lap. Running his fingers lazily through your strands and massaging your scalp until you’re relaxed enough to either fall asleep in his arms or let him work on you until you’re spent or shaking. Probably both, Sweetness. And he loves to use it to gently roll your head to one shoulder so he can kiss on your neck in that intoxicating way that turns you into a needy, desperate puddle. Or yank it mid-fuck so you’ll moan and cry out and clench down even tighter on his cock.
Those things are always flashing through his mind at the most inconvenient times.
His hair gets more attention from him than it used to, too.
Dean absolutely loves it when he’s down between your legs and you’re so freakin’ into it that you grab his hair and grind up into his face. Fuck yeah, I do. It’s a rush when you go all feral like that, Sweetness. Like you’re tryin’ to get rid of every last bit of space between my face and your pussy. That’s crazy fuckin’ hot. And it stings just right. You know I lose it when you do that.
He keeps it a little longer these days just so it’s that much easier for you to fist it in your fingers. It looks a lot like his demon hair, but honestly you’re kinda definitely into that anyway. I know you are, y/n. Makes it feel that much more filthy real when I go all seductive-knight-of-hell on your kinky ass, huh? Dirty girl.
Now that it’s not quite as short, his hair gets mussed up a lot more easily. Which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that his tousled hair immediately gives you naughty thoughts. Like feels-so-fucking-good-that-you’re-clawing-him-all-over kinda thoughts. Unfortunately, Dean knows. And he takes full advantage of it. He caught on a while ago, and he’s been purposefully using it to drive you nuts ever since – every now and then, he’ll reach up and tussle it a bit with a filthy smirk on his face just to see you get flustered. He loves how a quick little thing like that can make you totally turned on. True. I’m always gonna use any little trick I can get to turn you into putty in my hands, Sweetness. Gladly. Can’t really fault me for that.
Oh well. At least it works both ways.
#dean winchester abcs#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester smut#dean winchester fluff#supernatural smut#nsfwabcs#supernatural#winniewrites
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Seungcheol – only one bed + “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”
1.1k~ words – a thousand starlights event
You swear to whatever it is up there this isn’t you taking your chance with Seungcheol, the absolutely gorgeous creature that is your neighbor.
“What?” he sleepily grunts as he opens the door to his apartment, sleep still evident in his eyes that are barely open.
But Yoon fucking Jeonghan has somehow tricked you into watching a full-blown horror movie in the theatre and now you can’t help but imagine that lady in the black dress everytime you close your eyes even though every single source of light in your room is turned on.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up,” he groans, though he steps away and softly pulls you into the comfort of his place.
“Jeonghan tricked me into going to the theater to watch horror movie,” you admit in defeat as you plop down on his sofa. Honestly, his place is literally next to yours and the layout is more or less the same but it always feels more comfortable for reasons that you don’t seem to understand.
Perhaps it’s the fact that his scent seems to be everywhere here.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Seungcheol sounds genuinely concerned, and he looks at you like you’re the most pitiful person in the world. This is definitely not the time to have your heartbeat beating in excitement. “How?”
“Lost a bet,” you sigh, telling him about how Jeonghan riled you up that you didn’t even realize that you’re making a bet against him. No one in their right mind would make a bet with Yoon jeonghan (maybe Jisoo or Shua, but you’re not sure if either of them is in their right mind most of the time).
Seungcheol doesn’t even have it in him to ask, well aware about Jeonghan and his nature. He’s the mutual friend between you both, anyway, and the reason why you’ve come to know each other.
It’s only been six months or so since you’ve moved in to the apartment next to his. Seungcheol would be lying if he say he doesn’t find you cute–he’s seen you since the first day you came into this building, after all. He was just wondering what would be a good conversation starter when he saw Jeonghan yapping behind you, a cardboard of what he assumed to be your stuff is in his arms.
That’s practically how he ended up meeting you; because Jeonghan caught the sight of Seungcheol and he deemed the man strong and kind enough to help you (him) move your stuff to your new place. Jeonghan would’ve called him since the beginning if he knew the man was going to be home on your moving day–not when he’s halfway done helping you move your stuff. Anyhow, Jeonghan still considered it a win and he did not have to know the both of you also considered it a win.
“Okay, so you came here because…?” he asks, not quite getting how he’d be able to help.
You hesitate before you answer, the sight of you fidgeting on his sofa bringing a fond smile to his face. “Can I stay here?”
Seungcheol blinks once, and then twice. And then once more.
“Am sorry?”
“Please?” You ask almost desperately, trying your best to give him the most pitiful eyes you can muster. “I just need to know someone is with me, okay? I can just sleep in your living room. It’s better than not sleeping at all in my own bed.”
Before he can filter his own thoughts, his deepest desire comes out of his mouth. “My bed’s big enough for the both of us though.”
You spend a good three seconds staring at each other after that, as if wondering if the words said out loud just seconds ago are actual words or if you’re both convinced you simply imagined it.
Seungcheol, ever the gentleman, tries his best to make the situation less awkward. “I mean, I know my sofa is pretty small and it wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep on. I don’t see why you should sleep here when my bed is big enough.”
If you’re being completely honest, you know sleeping on Seungcheol’s sofa wouldn’t be a good idea. It barely fits you laying down and you’re not even that tall. But sleeping on the same bed with Seungcheol… you’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep at all and what different would it make with sleeping on your own in your current condition? You’ll still have your heart racing and you’ll be barely asleep–just for a different reason.
Still, when else would you have a solid reason to sleep on the same bad with the man you’ve been crushing on since God knows when?
“Do you… not mind?” you ask with uncertainty in your voice, not believing what Seungcheol has just offered.
“Of course not!” he answers, a little too quick to be subtle about it. “I mean… I know my sofa isn’t exactly made to be slept on. You’d strain your waist and your neck. If I was going to help you, then I’d rather not injure you along the way.”
You whisper a shy, barely audible ‘okay, then’, not knowing how else to answer him. Though you don’t move until Seungcheol tells you a soft ‘come on’ and points his head towards his room. You’ve only noticed just now that he has a comfy pajama pants on with a black hoodie framing his body–this man looks good even when he’s just woken up from sleep and it’s honestly unfair.
Not that you’re complaining though.
And as you settle on the side of the bed that Seungcheol didn’t sleep on by the look of it, you can only hold your breath when you feel the mattress dip next to you. There’s no words exchanged, for obvious reasons, yet the awkwardness looming between the two of you is heavy and you’re starting to think it would be better to just sleep in fear on your own bed instead.
“I… uhh,” Seungcheol’s breathy voice cuts through the room. “I think I should’ve told you I… am quite touchy in my sleep. So… uh…”
You’re not sure why the way he sounds nervous brings comfort to you, nor why does it charge you with boldness that you turn around and face him instead, not expecting him to be so close once you do so. You look into his eyes as he struggles to continue his words, and you can see them shaking, unsure where to look at, even when the room is dark and your eyes have barely adjusted to the lack of light.
“This better?” You ask as you scoot closer, his arm somehow has found its way across your figure.
He doesn’t say anything, but Seungcheol pulls you closer and lets out a content sigh when he feels your arm around his waist.
Fuck it, perhaps you are here to take your chance with him after all.
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