FRIDAY MOOD.

My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!

mentor!Kishibe

mentor!Kishibe is very aware of your secret attraction towards him. Has to use every ounce of his will to convince himself that its onesided, just a young woman with a crush. But he'd have to be blind not to notice the subtle shift from the student/teacher vibe between y'all two when you finally complete his extensive training. It's been 3 years. Granted he deemed you at peak less than a year in, and now he had nothing left to teach you. Knows it's already incredibly suspicious and selfish keepin you from your aspirations this long. Still.. "Sure you don't wanna go private?" Kishibe takes a swig from his flask, tired eyes trained on the newest addition to the eerily desolate cemetery. "Tsk. Don't ask somethin you have no intention of doin yourself. Real funny way of askin me to stay.." You get no reply. The tense silence stretches on, so many words on the tip of his tongue. He eventually settles with a dry "Then congratulations, kid: It's graduation day." You frown, dreading this moment almost as much as the thought of never finding the gun devil. Feels just as despairing as you thought it would. Staring at the side of his handsome downcast face, admiring the crinkle round his eye. "Will you miss me?" Kishibe solemn eyes finally meets your imploring gaze, not needing even a second to think about your question. Uses the back of his hand to gently sweep your braids off your shoulder as he offers you a small forced smile. "Course, sweetheart. You already know.." Your heart skips a beat to the simple touch and new pet name. Know what? But then Kishibe's droppin his hand. Turns on his heel, stridin to the exit without another word. "Goodbye.." The strong gusts of wind the only witness to your anguished whisper.

mentor!Kishibe makes it a point to keep his distance from you. Even with workin in the same sector, its a whole year before you see him again. Makima finally wore em down into comin out to eat with a few fellow hunters. "Two minutes. Then we're done here." She only smiles at him, watchin as he sits stiff refusing to touch his plate of food. Kishibe ignores the flow of conversation, his mind wondering what you were up to for the evening. Imagine his surprise when he sees your pretty ass walk through the door, his insides twisting and knotting at the sight of you. Uniform pants huggin your shapely frame; white shirts sleeves rolled up to the elbows, first couple buttons undone and givin him the tiniest peak at your mouth watering cleavage. So fuckin gorgeous to Kishibe. Almost exactly how he'd last seen you. Your face is different thought.. Just as beautiful but he knows that gaunt look only too well. Your hairs changed too, now in y/h/c wavy layered tresses down your back. There's nothing on planet earth that can get either of you to unlock eyes as you freeze on the spot. You weren't sure when you'd see him again; if his petty ass would continue to dodge you till the end of time. But inna instant, it's like just the two of you exist. Nothing else in the world matters but how much you want and miss him.. Till you remember the cruel and sudden way he chose to snatch himself from your life, leaving you heartbroken. And more lonely than necessary, especially considering the profession. The thought has you spinnin on the spot and storming from the restaurant. Makima digs her elbow into Kishibe's side. "I'm not saying fall in love. But find a piece of happiness for yourself, even if you believe it to be fleeting." He doesn't say a word. Knows right away her sneaky ass had somethin to do with this crap. Puttin on his shoes and coat, he heads out. Doesnt grace a single soul at the the table with a goodbye, leaving for home with a scowl and a dark cloud over his head. Kishibe knew comin to this shit show was a fuckin mistake.

mentor!Kishibe is so fuckin stubborn that he goes another 6 months without you in his life before almost goin off the deep end. The gaping hole in his already miserable existence seems to physical weaken him. Kishibe can't eat, think or fuckin sleep anymore. Drinks more and focuses less on his goals at work, even skippin out some days to secretly pop up to check on you. But you never see him, even when you feel a pair of unknown eyes on you every now and again. He continues to watch from afar when you patrol, missin the way you'd accompany him on his. Longing to hear your sweet giggles when he'd say something dark or give you a taste of that dry humor. The only woman that got him to open up bout what makes him drown his sorrows in liquor. And even indulge less. Needs that connection with you again. He's startin to care less and less how hes too old, too much of a brute that might be incapable of giving what you need. And in fully recognizing that.. Kishibe can't be without you much longer. The only semblance of peace is late at night when he gives in to the madness that haunts him, pumpin at his angry agitated cock while you consume his mind. "Ohhh fuck, y/nnn.. Touch me, sweetheart.." Head dipped back into his pillow, moaning low imagining the his grip to be the warm wet clutch of your tight lil puss. Perspiration drippin down his nude frame, muscles spasming from how good it feels. "Tell me you want me.." Drivin him insane rememberin every scar, dimple, beauty mark peekin from your formal public safety uniform. "Want you so bad, pretty girl." Wish he could listen to how you pant after a strenuous session, tiny huffs akin to what he thinks you sound like if he sucked at your clit. "Bet you like that, huh?" Fucks his fist quicker to the thought, strokes awkward from how infrequently he masturbates. How sensitive would you be? Would you moan or scream? Buck and hump against his face, grind his lips for maximum pleasure? "Thats it. Take what you need greedy girl." Or maybe run from it. Yank at his short hair while tryin to escape, his name stuttering out on broken moans and pleas for reprieve as he forces you to cum. "Y/nnn!" Kishibe unloads allover his fist to the conjured imagery. Sputtering your name over and over as his nut spurts thickly in the air, splattering his muscled thighs audibly.

mentor!Kishibe knows things have gone all the way left when liquor stops helping to numb the pain of your abscence. Shows up to your spot in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eye, bangin on your door like he was outta his damn mind. "What do you want Kishibe?" You snap after eyeing him through the peephole, swinging open your front door. Even through your outrage, you're immediately aware of the deep dark circles underneath his eyes. Or the prominent wrinkles in his suit jacket and pants, but most importantly the exclusion of that dank smell of whiskey. Your stunned he isn't stone cold drunk. But his attention is on the fact you're only in an oversized black tee, hair inna a cute messy bun. Smooth brown legs and pert nipple prints on display for his greedy gaze. Doesn't have very high hopes with hidin how his dick starts to chub, trying his damnest not to stare at the exposed skin. "Y/n, sweet girl.. Missed you so fuckin much. I'm so sor-" Kishibe steps a foot forward into your home, arms outstretched to embrace you but you sidestep him, smackin away his hands. "Fuckin kidding me right?" He's never touched you unless you guys were training, but back then you had always hoped for it. Dreamed of it. Even now your body yearns for him to hold you, caress you.. To fuck you. Traitorous pussy started to moisten, nipples stiffening the moment you opened the door. But you're fuckin hurt! "Y/n-" "What?! Thought you could ghost me then slide through for a quick fuck?" Your tone makes his heart clench. Kishibe can't believe you think that's what you mean to him. His face falls a bit and he drops his arms. "No, never. I missed you so mu-" "You said that already, Kish." Another interruption paired with a severe eye roll. "Babygirl, hear me out. You have every right to kick my ass and send me off. I'm sor-" "Yeah, you said that already too. Either tell me why you left me or get the fuck out." He takes a deep breath before puttin his heart on the line for the first time in his life. "I'ma fool, y/n. An old fool that had no intention of ever fallin in love. Not with the life we lead. You know as well as I that only swift violent death awaits all of us. But then I met you." Kishibe reaches for you again and but this time you allow him to link fingers, his words sinkin deep; they were very true. "Mourning hurts worse the more you care. I didn't want that for you. Just wanna protect you sweetheart. Even from myself. You mean everything to me and I dont deserve you.. What if i can't make you happy?" You mull over his words for a second. "So you denied me my dick, which woulda made me estatic by the fuckin way, all in the name of protectin me from grieving?" You clarify in disbelief. He gives you a short nod, cock twitchin at your admission. "Fuckin stupid, Kish. Everyone at work can see you're all i need to be happy. And we all die! No matter the jobs we pursue. What's wrong with enjoying each other till then?" You ask, palming up his abs to rest your hands on his chest. Wow. He never thought of it like that. Such a intelligent girl, but he always knew it. Though he tells you anyway. "When you become smarter than me, babygirl?" Kishibe asks, tuggin you against his well defined frame. Arms wrapping around you tight, dippin down to massage your backside as he noses up your neck, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent. "Haven't I always been?" You hug around his neck as he hums in agreement at your throat, tiltin your head to offer him more access. The need for his cock to mold your desperate cunt to the shape of him is overpowering when you feel it press firm against you. "Come in, Kishibe. Need you so much. Don't make me wait anymore." Connecting your lips to his, moaning when he passionately reciprocates as you yank him inside by his the collar of his shirt.

mentor!Kishibe hasn't had the luxury to relieve himself in weeks; can't even remember the last time he's gotten do it with someone other than himself. So he's absolutely unprepared when you unzip his slacks, push him to the bed, turn and hastily sit on his dick. "Holy shit, baby girl!" His fingers dig into your hips bruisingly, trying to lift you off his hypersensitive leaky length. Soft heat drenchin him, erratic flutter of your walls buildin that familiar pulsing swirl in his gut. Feels pathetic that he's already fighting back nuttin inside your perfect lil snatch. Mind reeling at finally gettin a taste of your bomb ass coochie, and the fact you aint have no panties on when you scolded him at your front door earlier. "Pussys too tight, worlds best cock sleeve baby. Mmm.. Oh shit- get up! Lemme breathe honey. Been too fuckin long, dont wanna buss yet." But you fight against his attempts to unsheathe himself, moanin as his words replay in your head. Leanin back into his strong chest as his scent clouds your mind, reachin back to grip tight at his freshly cut soft blonde locks. "Nooo, Kish! Don't make me wait anymore. N-need it so bad. 'S so big, feels so good inside me. Don't make me stop, pleeease. Gimme my dick, baby. Waited long enough right? Waited like a good girl?" Kishibe clenches his gut tight, noddin his head swiftly. Your filthy pleas, how you frantically mouth and suck on his neck, pullin his short hair hard, makin his fat balls buzz pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Ughnn fuh-uck.. Such a good girl, my best girl.. So please sweetheart, slow the fuck down less you want this shit to be over with already." He's sits tense, so fuckin on edge tryin not cum, not even sure you hear anything after 'good girl'. "Y/n?" "Kishibeee.." Your immediate dazed moan back to him doesnt sound promising on followin orders. Fuck! He assumes even with bitin off more than your lil puss can chew, you've been plottin all this time to take matters into your own hands. Always the clever girl. And so goddamn impatient. "Oh fuck, y/nnn.. Gonna give you what you want, just w-wait‐ wait a second honey!" Fuck that shit. "No." You huff, makin his pretty eyes narrow at your new found disobedience. "Little girl, stop. Right now. Dont make me- haaah!" Threat cut short when you grind and roll your hips into his before leanin on his knees to tentatively bounce on his dick. "Ohmygod! Knew you'd fuck me so good. Ohfuuuck! Waited too long for this good dick. So worth it, so so worth it!" You keen, tossin your head back at him diggin you out, body tremblin how he stretches your delicate walls round his thick girth more than any man ever had.

Kishibe eyes widen at your antics, grip at your hips useless as you keep a tight hold of the reins and fuck him a bit quicker. Tits jigglin under your tee, clit throbbin for attention as you use his dick to knock into that ridged pleasure button inside you. "Fuck me, Kishi! Show me how much you missed me. Yeees, yes- right there!" The intense sensation rapidly formin in the depths of your tummy is frighteningly mind numbing but you chase it anyway. Fuckin him vigorously, nails diggin into his knees as you both near whats sure to be orgasms for the history books. "Shiiit! Gonna make me buss so fuckin h-hard, honey.." "Then buss for me. Mmm. Show me what I've been missin. Wanna feel your nut splash inside, handsome." No womans ever talked to or fucked him like this before. Its him that usually mounts his victims till they're stupid from his curved cock. But now he can hardly take the snug hug your hole gives his dick. Unable to stop his eyes from rollin back in his skull when you focus on humpin the wide mushroom tip, swiveling your hips sensually as you ride your mans dick. His fingers slip from your hips and Kishibe falls back against the bed limply, eyes blurry with tears at the sensation of you fuckin him so thoroughly. "F-fuck honey. Thats it. Put that pussy on Daddy." He slurs, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the dark kink he keeps buried deep down finally breakin free. "Make me nut in that pretty lil pussy, baby. Show Daddy how he's the only one that can cum inside." His chest heaves as he pants out quick labored grunts from the way you pop your plushy ass on him up and down fast as you can, slammin your lil cunt on him tirelessly; the burn in your thighs the last thing on your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Gimme it, earned my nut huh? Don't wanna wait for it anymore!" You hiccup, beggin for his load in high pitched cries as he begins to buck his hips widly. "H-here it is, sweet girl. Nuts all for you.. Ahhh fuck! Take it, honey. Take it.." Glidin to the base of his swollen shaft repeatedly, literally milking the sperm from his poundin dick. Gooey white spurts layer your walls, coating your insides thickly with his essence. His hips unintentionally lift from the bed to chase your pussy, outta sync from your rythym, random hits to your gspot makin you seize in his lap. "Kish, Kishi- Kishibeee!" Juices gush and pool on his work pants as you cum enthusiastically, clumsily rotatin your hips, usin his poor cock to abuse your puffy hole even when Kishibe stiffens from the overstimulation. "L-little girl." He warns you but you ignore him, wordless moans slippin through your bare lips as you enjoy him like its the last time. The man has to gather all the strength he has left to snatch you off his dick and flip you onto the bed, pastel blue covers cool against your back. He hovers above you, sticky girth rigid against your slick pussy lips. "Bad fuckin girl. Doin whatever you want with my dick." Kishibe snarls against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, both of you still pantin for air. His words make you pout, releasin a small whimper when he pulls away, floppin next to you and cuddling into your side. "My dick, Kishibe. Plus.. Thought you said I was good." He snorts at your whine. "Any man would say that when you're force fuckin the nut out me the way you did, y/n." You bust out laughin at his deceitful trickery, your infectious giggles makin him follow suit. "That right.. Daddy? Didn't know you were into that. Think we got some catchin up to do.." Kishibe groans when you slip a hand to squeeze lightly at his sensitive slowly softening cock, smilin into his shoulder when it twitches with interest. He knows he'll never hear the end of this one and really wishes your perfect lil cunt didn't get him so fuckin pussy drunk. But really, Kishibe's finally happy; hopesand prays his lil slice of happiness won't be cut short..

Toothbrushes and Winged Eyeliner

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem! reader. 

Summary: You get into some trouble at a new years party.

Word count: 2.1K

Warning: non con touching/harassment 

I feel like I never write happy/fluffy scenarios

You should have listened to Sirius.

It’s the only thought running through your drink addled mind as you stumble through the house, New Years party still in full swing. You struggle to sweep the room with blurred vision for any sign of your boyfriend. Your friends. Just anyone familiar in any way, shape or form. But even if they were right in front of your eyes you fear you wouldn’t notice. Not with your head swinging the way it was. Throat burning with bile. Hands shaking as they fight to keep the rip in your dress shut. It had been your favorite before tonight.

Sirius had told you to stay close to Lily after you’d repeatedly shewed him away, thoroughly annoyed with his coddling. Warned you not to drink too much. Commanded you to find him if even the slightest thing went awry. 

You hadn’t stayed with Lily. You drank entirely too much and now you can’t make out his head of pitch waves amongst the sea of boisterous young adults. With every step you are jostled by another sweaty body. Seconds away from just flopping down to the sticky ground and just letting yourself be trampled. 

You would try to call him but you dropped your phone upstairs when you fled and don’t have the gall in you to turn back for it. So, you press on. Hoping to find a quiet corner to plaster yourself into. For unfamiliar hands to stop grazing you. 

The quiet finds you first however. In the form of a tall, scarred boy with kind eyes sparkling behind a pair of skewed number shades. Remus' strong grip steadies you on your feet where you bump smack into him, teetering on legs like jelly. 

“There you are! We’ve been searching for ages! It’s time to head out!”

He’s grinning ear to ear. A smear of pink lipstick glossy against his appled cheeks. You’re so relieved to see him, to see anyone you love really, that you sink into his chest without warning. Pressing your warm and makeup-stained face into the fat of him, hoping it muffles your panicked cries. 

Remus is taken aback, a yelp of surprise leaving his lips. Not knowing you to be one for much affection and especially not one for tears. Which he can hear perfectly well despite the blaring music. On instinct he wraps his arms around you, rubbing his palm over the back of your head to ease whatever aches you so. His own on the swivel in search. 

Where was Lily? She was your best friend. She'd know what was wrong. Or better yet where was Sirius. He’d want to be the first alerted if you were in distress. But the only person he manages to spot is James, sidestepping his way to you two with his eyebrows raised. 

“What’s going on?” 

Remus is at a loss for words “I don’t know I found her like this.” 

“Sweets?” James bends his knees in an attempt to look at your face but you only nestle further into Remus. He shrugs “Maybe it’s just the drunk blues?”

Remus shakes his head. They’ve both seen you drunk plenty of times. You were the sleepy sort. “Her dress is torn.” 

James’ attention darts to your outfit, stunned he hadn’t noticed such a large tear in the first place. The material of the flowy skirt is split from the hem all the way up your thigh, barely covering your underwear. He immediately removes his jacket and holds it against your behind. You’re so glued to Remus he can’t manage even a hand between you two to secure it. “let’s go to the car”

The boys wrangle you outside and to the car with little hassle. It’s only when they try to get you inside that an issue arises. You still refuse to let go of Remus. He has to scooch himself backwards and allow you to sprawl across his lap to get you settled. You aren’t sure how much time passes between the time James runs back off to get the others and someone yanking the backseat door open. Having been enraptured in the reassuring words Remus throws at you while he absentmindedly plays with your hair. 

“What’s happened?” the beams from the streetlight flooding into the dark space burns your eyes. A gruff voice making you cringe. 

Remus sets the person with a frown, rubbing your back harder “She won’t stop crying.”

A new pair of hands find you now, cold and clammy. You don’t think before scuttling away from them “Lovie it’s me,” and when you don’t turn, he tacks on “It’s Siri.” You know who it is all too well and that’s exactly why you all but fuse yourself with Remus, too ashamed to face your boyfriend. It was your own stubbornness that had gotten you into this situation. You don’t deserve the comfort of his rings scratching along your skin. 

You don’t see it but Sirius flinches as if he’s been struck, your reaction sending a stinging pain radiating across his chest. He reaches out again in an attempt to pry you away from his friend, transfer you into his own hold to figure out why you were suddenly acting so strange. You’d been fine the last time he’d secretly checked in on you and Lily. Giggling away in the kitchen as the two of you mixed experimental drinks and snacked on pretzels. Even if you wouldn’t come to him, no qualms with you being content in Remus’ arms, he would be put at ease if he could just see your face for a second. So, he could know what he should be doing right now. If you’d damaged your favorite dress in a silly drunken accident or if he needed to be hunting someone down to apologize. 

“Should I?” Remus has stopped rubbing your spine, instead holding his palms adrift, pointing between your shivering form and Sirius. 

Sirius casts one more look at you before standing “No no, sit with her until we get home.”

The car ride to your apartment is completely silent. Lily stays in the back with you and Remus. She tries and fails to get you to talk. 

You allow your thoughts to wander and when you finally snap back you find yourself slouched on the toilet lid in the bathroom, Sirius knelt between your legs grasping your hands in his own. He’d gotten Remus to drag you inside and after two hours of coaxing you'd released the boy and allowed him to go home. Sirius had gotten a glass of water into you, changed your clothes, brushed your teeth and wiped your puffy face all to the tune of your occasional sniffle. 

He calls your name gently until your eyes find and focus on him. “I need you to talk to me please,” And suddenly you feel sick to your stomach. These dramatics are unlike you. Nothing serious happened, your mind keeps chanting, yet a fresh wave of tears surfaces anyway. 

Sirius does not allow you to drift back into your head. His grip on your hands tightens almost painfully so. He brings them to his lips and peppers them with chaste kisses, gaze darting around in search of something. “How many toothbrushes are in the holder?”

You don’t answer and he asks again, slower. 

The tooth brush holder was a gift you’d gotten Sirius when you’d asked him to move in together. A wonky lopsided ceramic thing you’d made in a pottery class. Sometimes you still felt embarrassed about it and even attempted to swap it out for a store bought one but Sirius had protested fiercely. Two toothbrushes rest in its clutches. 

“Two.”

He beams, rewarding you with a firm rub on the thigh “What about this huh? Who gave you this?” He spins the ring on your finger.

A thin band made of jade and no other adornment. You’d always preferred simpler jewelry. Sirius had given it to you before you’d even started dating. Back when you were just friends yet anywhere you went someone commented on how cute of a couple you were. 

You smile at the memory “You.”

“Who did my makeup?”

You had, right in this bathroom in this very spot. Standing between his legs with your hand pressed into the side of his pale face, angling it upwards for you. Scolding him playfully to keep his eyes open while you applied liner to his water line and to keep them shut for a perfect wing  “Me.”

He asks you one final question “And who all is sitting in this bathroom?”

You answer immediately “You and me.”

“That's right,” Sirius nods. You’ve calmed enough to truly look at him now. The worried tension drowning his beautiful features as he stares at you “just you and me, ok? You can talk to me.”

Of course you could. You know that. Sirius would never judge you. He would never blame you for what happened. You swallow and tell him “I should have listened to you.”

It was somewhat of known fact that Peter Pettigrew had a crush on you all throughout your school years. Even after graduation and you and Sirius officially getting together, his flirtatious jokes and glances never ceased. It didn’t really bother you though, so you never felt the need to do much about it. What was so wrong about having a tiny crush? The boys play flirted with each other all the time. Peter was a casual friend, and if you asked him to cut it out he immediately would without complaint. At some point during the party he’d invited himself to hang out with you and Lily. Telling jokes, drinking, dancing and sticking especially close to you. After a while it was time to finally break the seal. The downstairs toilet had a long line so you’d wandered away to look for one upstairs. Peter, drunk off his ass really, had followed you upstairs and got a bit handsy after cornering you in a bedroom.

You try to look away from Sirius, shame once again worming its way into your head. He purposefully grabs hold of your face. Softly turning it so you met his eyes again. “Can I ask how far? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but I would be thankful if you told me.”

“Not far, he just grabbed my arms and tried to kiss me but I managed to shove him off, lost my balance, he snagged my dress to try stop me from tripping over and It ended up ripping.” 

Sirius grows very quiet. You slam your eyes shut so you don't have to see the disappointment cloud his gaze. “I feel sick” you groan, bending forward to press your forehead to his shoulder.  He bristles. 

“I'm sorry.”

“for what?”

His fingers knot into your sleepshirt “I knew you were drinking, I should have kept a closer eye on you.”

“I'm an adult Sirius, nobody should have to babysit me. I don’t know why I’m acting this way anyway. It's no big deal. We were both drunk.”  Come morning Peter will probably be blowing up your phone with apologies. 

“That’s not an excuse my love, he put his hands on you without your consent. Drunk or not that’s not ok and you have a right to be upset about it.” You nod your head, burrowing further into Sirius' warmth, but he’s not satisfied.

He pulls you back up gently by the hair. “Do you understand that?”

If you’d just shut down Peter with more gumption behind your words the first few times he got flirty, then maybe he wouldn’t have felt he had a genuine opening. That's nonsense though. After a nice cup of tea and a long nap your brain will fully acknowledge that. 

“Yeah, I'm sorry for pushing you away earlier. I was just…ashamed.”

“You have nothing to ashamed of. What happened was beyond your control ok? You don’t have to be scared to tell me things like this.” He allows you to put your head back down, rubbing your back in a steady rhythm that starts to lull you to sleep. 

“What do you want to do?” He knows he should wait till morning to ask. When you've settled and made your peace. But a slow, worming anger muddles his judgment. Whatever you wanted to do about the situation he’d oblige. Although any idea of retribution he can personally envision would end with you having to pay bail. What a way to bring in the new year.

“Um, Can I think about it for a little longer?” Later, when your head wasn’t throbbing.

“Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

The two of you depart from the bathroom hand in hand, shuffling off to get that cup of tea and to bed. It’s only after you're snuggled away with your head on Sirius' stomach listening to it gurgle, that you suddenly remember something. 

“I left my phone at the party.”

Honestly thank fuck that Izzy crying clip came out a week prior to the actual episode because I would have died and shat myself having to take all of that in at once as well as whatever tf else the episode is gonna show.

1st

✦ Official "Mog´s Christmas" trailer.

8th

✦ Benedict attended the Tokio Comic Con 2023.

Coming out on stage. / Interview. / Galleries 1 2 3

Benedict took LOTS of pictures with fans, it would be impossible to link to all of those so i´ll share just a few here, that i found funny/original: x x x x x x x x x x x

14th

✦ The story of Christmas appeal, a Christmas carol and service for charity.

16th

✦ Benedict Cumberbatch, Wes Anderson, & Dev Patel on The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar | Interview with David Ehrlich.

21st

✦ "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" made it to shortlist for Best Live Action Short Film at the 2024 Academy Awards.

24th

✦ "Mog´s Christmas" premiered on Channel 4 (UK)

27th

✦ New still from "The End We Start From" (Gallery)

30th

✦ "What if... Supreme Strange intervened?", season 2 finale, premiered on Disney +.

✦ New old pics from "The Grinch" premiere.

                 ❯───｢ FIN ｣───❮

Is no one going to talk about how Izzy started whimpering, “You’re born alone, you die alone,” while literally crawling away because his chair leg broke? Izzy probably thought the crew would abandon him since he was disabled and figured he should drink his life away before he died alone.

This man…

The story continues:

Perfection.

Con O'Neill as Nick Gillespie in Peak Practice (1997) ↳ Episode 5x06, Lost Feelings

(Remaining screenshots below cut)

i got a bunch of my stuff up on @satsuha's store !

it's open until the 17th, i have a bunch of splatoon, pokemon, and furry adjacent stuff listed, on top of a couple new frieren and dungeon meshi stuff. you should also check it out if you like dragalia lost and octopath traveler!!

patiently waiting for wholesome sibling scenes …

Happy Friday the 13th!!!!

Here we go again! It's Friday the 13th today, so let's celebrate Jason's day!! 😍

Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead

For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.

And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.

Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.

Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.

ANYWAYS.

I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?

But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.

Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.

We text each other.

“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?

Yes, yes of course I do.

And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”

Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.

Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.

Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—

“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”

“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“

“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“

“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”

Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.

Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.

Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.

Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.

We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.

We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)

And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)

And

Nothing

Came

Of

This

For

LIKE

FOUr

MORE

YEARS.

Just good friends. Just good, good friends.

And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.

Emily Andras: “But I still watch Xena sometimes. And like remember… it was still good at the time. It was still fun.”

KIMBERLY: “But so painful.”

EMILY ANDRAS: “It’s so painful but also like… they couldn’t take it away from you what you saw and what millions of people saw. Do you know what I mean? And communities were built off subtext. It was incredible.”

KIMBERLY: “We were lucky to get subtext back then. So to get the wedding and get the relationship is still somewhat mindblowing to me.”

EMILY ANDRAS: “Yes, which is crazy. I know.”

Subtext is painful for some. Not for me. It honestly does really just depend on the intention of the creator. If it’s only subtext used to bait you in to keep watching the show, then it can be painful. But if that’s genuinely all you have - all you can have - then no, I don’t think so. In fact I prefer subtext ‘cause less textually stated relationships tend to be the most realistic and natural ones because there’s no need to spell out what it is. Like you can see what it is for yourself. There’s no real life couples that have to confirm that they’re a couple. You know? It’s just … you know. It can be perceived.

Xena stands out among the masses of subtextual WLW relationships because it was canon. It was genuinely a romantic/sexual relationship between Xena and Gabrielle. It just wasn’t ALL that their relationship was. And that matters to me so much. So yeah, I prefer it not necessarily subtextual but less stated than maintextual if it genuinely is the truth.

Like you don’t need to constantly be pointing it out. It only makes it seem cheap if you need to be doing that.

Just depict it. Represent it. Encourage it.

Let the audience see whatever they want to see in it because subtext is not a bad thing unless you’re intentionally using it that way and we can see it. Unless you’re doing a SwanQueen or a SuperCorp.

Then it’s going to be painful because it’s not sincere.

cas coming back in any kind of spn reboot is a given, we know this. he'll interact with dean and we might even get dean addressing the confession. and i know jackles will be the driving force behind any reboot but his history with addressing dean's feelings at cons is like a damn yoyo - is2g if dean doesn't reciprocate and destiel doesn't kiss on screen i'm not watching it and it will join the annals of not-canon along with 15x19 and 15x20 and the canon divergence attempt at a fixit that was dean in spnwin. no destiel means spngate 2.0.

saying this for absolutely no reason in particular but queer characters do not have to have happy endings