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A tie, handcuffs, and another hotel

Kim Chaewon X Joy X Male Reader

The woman in front of you gives you a devilish glare. It's an evil one. And you are sure that you would have run away by now, if it wasn't for the handcuffs. The handcuffs that are tying her to the chair she is sitting on.

"Trust me."

The woman dressed in pink standing next to you starts talking again.

"She is such a kinky slut. We could do anything to her right now."

You don't disagree, but you are still wondering how you got here. Six hours ago, your plane landed in Frankfurt, Germany. Within those six hours you met these two women. One four years older than the other. One all dressed up in a slutty pink outfit. One wearing a police uniform.

After your unbelievable morning (more about that in the future), you got an invitation for a business offer. And here you are. But you didn't expect the meeting to go so fast. And you definitely didn't expect to meet two Korean singers right here.

But this isn't were the chapter is supposed to start. No. It's supposed to start fourteen hours earlier. And in London. In your hotel room. Inside of Soyeon. Because that's where we left of. Or at least almost.

"Fuck!"

Soyeon's moan echoes through the room as she arches her back off the wooden table. You keep up your pace, making her slide a little over the smooth surface. With your hands on her waist, you lift her up a little, giving you a better angle to drive yourself into her pussy.

"Yes, Daddy. Make her cum."

Miyeon is kneeling on the table. Her hands still tied behind her back. She watches you fuck the live out of Soyeon.

For a moment you don't remember how she got on the table. Certainly not alone without hands. Did you carry her?

You are distracted by Soyeon's whining as you feel her walls tightening around you. Her nails scratch on the wood, she closes her eyes and her pussy becomes wetter.

Ant then, she cums on your cock. She shakes atop the table, moaning tiredly. Her juices start to leak out of her, slowly dripping down your cock, onto the carpet.

"This is so hot, daddy."

Miyeon looks at you. Her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her eyes desperate to be treated like she was treated before.

"Don't get too excited. You are still getting punished."

Her smile drops. Replaced by a sulky pout.

"I want your cock, though. Please, daddy."

"I'm not sure you deserve it yet."

Slowly leaving Soyeon's pussy, you keep your focus on Miyeon.

"I do. Princess has been a good girl."

Miyeon tries to move closer to you. But only on her knees and with Soyeon in the way, it's not as easy as it sounds.

"Please, daddy. If you really want to keep punishing me, then do it differently. I can't wait any longer."

She is finally close enough for you to reach out your hand. You feel the smoothness of her skin as your fingers close around her throat.

"Please, daddy-"

Miyeon's words are cut off.

"You want me to punish you differently?"

She nods slightly. The brunette is not gasping for air, but she struggles to speak.

"How?"

You finally hear her voice. It's at odds with her personality. Now it sounds raspy and hoarse. You know it's not just the choking. It seems like Miyeon didn't handle the throat fucking earlier as well as she pretended.

"Spank me."

Two simple words. Words that you like to hear from such a gorgeous woman like Miyeon.

Letting go off her throat, you hear her taking a deep breath. You lean forward, whispering into her ear.

"Here we go."

You pull on her shoulders, making Miyeon fall forward. The upper half of her body is now resting on top of Soyeon's midriff, while the rest is lying on the table. Her head is hanging off her friends body.

You grab some of her messed up hair, forcing her to look up at you.

"Don't forget you asked for this."

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy."

Her smile is genuine as you let go off her hair and walk around the table, out of her sight. Soyeon is not moving. You don't know why. Maybe she is enjoying this. Or she is too tired to move.

You start at her ankles. Your fingers dancing over her smooth skin.

"It tickles, daddy."

Miyeon squirms at your touch, but you don't stop. Slowly you make your way up her creamy legs. You admire her body from behind. Her bare shoulders. Her back. Her ass. All of it. Once you reach the hem of her silk dress, you place your hand fully on her skin. You sneak it underneath Miyeon's clothing, feeling the shape of her butt cheeks.

Her head is placed on the table and you hear her letting out a soft moan, everytime you squeeze her flesh.

"Please spank me, daddy."

You lift her dress off her skin, pushing it towards her waist.

"I have been such a bad princess. And princesses need to be spanked."

It's interesting that she keeps switching between a good princess and a bad one. As if she is deliberately calling herself that to get what she wants. And it seems to be working.

When your hand leaves her skin for the first time after a couple of minutes, you see her close her eyes in anticipation. You make her wait a couple of seconds.

And then you let your hand fall.

"Oh!"

Miyeon's surprised yelp is what you were hoping for. Before she can speak, you spank her one more time.

"Yes!"

Again.

"Oh gosh!"

And again.

Miyeon has started to breath faster, trying to brace herself for every painful impact. You see the shape of your hand slowly appearing on Miyeon's right cheek. The bright red is the que for you to switch to the left one.

The brunette is surprised by the sudden change. Making her moan a little louder.

"Have I spanked you enough now?"

You hand hovers over her left cheek, ready to spank her again, if you hear the wrong answer.

"Yes."

Another hit.

"Daddy, please. I know I was naughty. Please keep pushing me."

You spank her again. Once. Twice. But now Miyeon interrupts you.

"Please punish me so much. So much that I will never be naughty again. So that I will be a good little princess for daddy."

You spank her one last time for good measure, making her moan.

"Does that mean you finally learned your lesson?"

"Yes, daddy."

You reach forward to loosen the tie. When you take it into your hand, you see small red marks around Miyeon's wrists.

"Thank you, daddy."

Miyeon tries to get up slowly. The spanking certainly left it's mark.

"I will be a good girl from now on."

To her surprise, you shake your head.

"We aren't done yet."

"But, daddy."

You shut her up by crashing your lips into hers. On instinct, the brunette kisses you back. As she deepens the kiss, you wrap your hands around her waist, before pulling her up. Getting her off the table, you make her stand in front of you.

Continuing to kiss Miyeon, you push her towards the glass door, which leads to the balcony. She doesn't seem to notice, too busy with her tongue in your mouth.

When you push her into the cold surface, you feel her shudder at the sensation. Not letting her settle in, you slide the door open, making her stumble backwards, before you catch her.

Now standing in the night air, you feel the cool breeze on your skin, while it makes Miyeon's hair move.

"Turn around."

She does so, but can't help but complain.

"It's cold, daddy."

"Don't worry, princess."

You are standing behind her, making her place her hands on the railing.

"I will make you feel warm."

Kissing her bare shoulders, makes Miyeon feel new heat already. She remembers that you are completely naked behind her. And that you wanted to teach her another lesson. She realizes too late what it is, as she is enjoying your warm lips on her skin too much.

Her wrists are tied together once more. But now she is locked in place. The tie bound around the railing.

"Let's see how loud my princess can scream."

"Daddy. Please no. Not out here."

She told you are her safety word when you went up to your room. "No" is definitely not a safety word.

"I think you are enjoying this."

"No, daddy. I'm not. I have been punished enough."

"That's not for you to decide."

And with that, you can't hold yourself back any longer. Miyeon's tight pussy is addictive. You need to be inside of her. As long as you can. Whenever you can.

Her whimpering shows that she is trying to keep it down. But it doesn't help. A lewd moan escapes her lips, once you are fully buried inside of her tight snatch.

"Are you warmer now?"

You can't help but chuckle at her desperate attempts to keep quiet.

"A little."

She whispers and you promise yourself that she will scream, once you are done with her.

"Daddy, please."

You slowly retreat out of her, before pushing inside again. The motion all too familiar already.

"Faster."

Miyeon can't help herself. As much as you are addicted to her pussy, Miyeon has become addicted to your cock. Maybe it's because she had to watch you fuck Soyeon. Or maybe it's because you fill her so good. Either way, she can't keep as quiet as she would like.

"Oh my god."

The brunette slowly forgets the icy cold metal touching her hands, as she holds onto it. You increase your force, starting to pound into her.

"Holy-!"

She was about to let out a yelp. She tries to quiet herself by letting her head fall into her hands.

"Come on princess."

You grab her hair, like you did several times tonight already, and pull her head up.

"You have such a beautiful voice. Why don't you want to share it with London?"

"Please."

Her begging only makes you want to tease her more.

"Maybe a little more of this."

Your right hand meets her butt cheek.

"Oh my god."

Miyeon hisses at the pain and the pleasure.

Not loud enough.

You spank her harder. The sound echoes through the night air, louder than you thought. But Miyeon manages to keep her voice down.

You realize that there is only one way to make her scream. And so you start. Letting go off her hair, you watch her head fall down into her hands again. Grabbing her waist, you fuck her harder from behind.

"Yes, daddy."

Her moans become needier. You keep pushing her forward, her upper body leaning further over the railing. Her legs are now pressed against it, making it now completely impossible for her to escape.

"Pound me, daddy."

You do as she says. Not caring how loud the two of you are. Not caring that it is freezing cold. Not caring that Soyeon is watching from inside. And maybe even other people too.

Either way, you fuck Miyeon through the night. Hard and fast. Like she wants it. Like she needs it.

Her hair is hanging off the balcony. You can't help but think about a certain tale. That Miyeon calls herself princess makes her even more loveable.

All of her appearance is at odds with what she looks like in this moment.

Her hair hanging loosely. Her upper body bend over the railing as far as possible. If you wouldn't be holding her, she might fall down. Her bare back, glistening from sweat and the lights of your room.

Moving your hand, you reach around Miyeon's waist.

"Please, daddy. No."

She knows what is going to come next. Or rather who.

You start rub her clit with you fingers, making her moan into her hands.

"I know you want to scream."

Leaning forward, you kiss her behind her ear.

"Just let it go."

Your whispers make Miyeon slowly lose control over her body. She has never been turned on like this. Bound to the balcony. Being forced to get fucked outside. Where everyone could see her. Where everyone could hear her.

You see her biting her lip as your circles on her clit become faster and faster. Your deep thrusts rock Miyeon's small body against the railing. Her dress flutters loosely in the wind.

Slowly you feel her trembling. Her moans start to become louder with every thrust. You can see how bad she is trying to hold it in. But you know, and maybe even she knows, that it's in vein. She will cum. And she will scream. Like she did earlier this night.

And like she does now.

"Daddy! Fuck!"

Her voice echoes through the night as you push her towards the edge. Miyeon isn't there just yet, but it can only be a matter of seconds.

"Gonna cum!"

And yet, she is already screaming. Her pussy pulsating around you. And with one final thrust, you make her climax.

"Daddy! Cumming!"

"Do you want to make her watch? Or do you want to fuck her face?"

The woman next to you side eyes you.

"What would you prefer?"

Your question is directed at the older woman.

"The two of you are behaving like kids. Untie me and I show you how to fuck."

The woman in pink steps forward. Leaning towards her unnie, her hand traces along her right cheekbone.

"We can't untie you. You love to be dominated. And you know it."

"No I don't! Kim Chaewon! Untie me!"

Chaewon steps backwards, standing next to you again.

"Seems like she is in denial. We should fuck alone, before we let her join."

The offer is more than just tempting. But you still aren't sure about the woman on the chair. She looks genuinely pissed off. Does she really hate being dominated? Or is she just acting? Does she like being tied up?

You were really surprised when she showed up at your hotel room door with a police uniform on. She said she is an actress and kept it for "personal character development". You didn't get what she meant. And you still don't.

The two of them seem to know each other though, so you believe Chaewon. At least for now.

"Come on, honey."

Chaewon takes your hand, guiding it towards her chest.

"Let's enJoy ourselves."

She put special emphasis on the last syllable of "enjoy".

" Very funny."

Joy's angry tone still lingers in your ear as you touch Chaewon's chest underneath her top.

"If you don't keep quiet, we have something to shut you up with."

The younger woman reaches towards your crotch, lazy letting a finger move along the length of your clothed cock.

Joy looks like she has another heated reply in store, but she keeps quiet.

"There we go."

Chaewon steps in front of you.

"Now fuck me."

You have to say that there is little hesitation in your movements. The situation still seems odd, but Chaewon's outfit is just begging you to undress her.

Taking the heart shaped zipper into your hand, you slowly open it. As if you are opening a present. It reveals a skimpy white top underneath it. It's says "daddy" in large black letters.

"Do you like it? Daddy?"

Chaewon lets the pink jacket (you are not even sure if you can call it a jacket) fall on the ground. She twirls around slowly, showing off her tight body.

She had been teasing you, since the two of you met. And she still doesn't stop. When she stands in front of you again, she bites her finger seductively, while she scans you up and down.

"You are so hot, daddy."

Your eyes fall onto her pink shorts. Which is a mistake. It finally breaks your self-control. The constant teasing, the "accidental" touching in the elevator, her figure, everything. You can't hold yourself back. Taking a step forward, you spin Chaewon around before bending her over the table on your left.

"Yes, daddy. Give me your tongue."

You kneel on the floor, pealing off her pink shorts. Her round butt makes you message her cheeks, before you signal her to widen her legs a little.

Her panties are matching her top. You pull them off her as well, before you give both of her cheeks a kiss.

"Fuck me with your tongue, daddy."

You swipe over her snatch, making Chaewon hiss through her teeth.

"Oh, yes."

Taking her ass into your hand, you spread her cheeks and get to work. You begin to eat her out. First slow and sensual. You enjoy the new taste on your taste buds. Chaewon tastes sweet. Her folds begin to get wetter due to your saliva and her juices. The sounds of you, eating her out are the only ones filling the room. Except for the occasional moan from Chaewon. You almost completely forgot that Joy is still there. Still handcuffed to the chair.

"Just fuck her already. What are you waiting for?"

You stop to look at her for a moment.

"Just ignore her."

Chaewon sounds way more relaxed than before.

"She is such an impatient slut. Why do you think she is here, if she has a boyfriend?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don't stop licking Chaewon's folds. You haven't touched Joy yet, so you are glad that you got this information beforehand.

"So what? I still love him. I just want to have good sex once in a while."

You listen to the two of them bicker for a couple of moments. Chaewon's replies become shorter and shorter though. Her breath heavier. Her moans a little louder.

"Yes, daddy. Right there."

"Hurry up. I don't have all day."

"Shut up, unnie. Fuck!"

Chaewon becomes wetter. Her slick starting to drip down your chin.

"She can't even fuck as good as me. So why even bother?"

"I can prove that I'm a better fuck than unnie."

You feel the young girl's legs starting to shake a little.

"Don't even try. I'm the definition of sex."

You enjoy listening to the two of them arguing about who is better in bed. But Chaewon is slowly reaching her limit.

"No, unnie. I-I-I wi-will show-"

A loud gasp interrupts her sentence.

"I will show how-how good-"

Another moan. Making Chaewon hold onto the edge of the table.

"How good my pussy fee-feel-feeeeeels!"

And with that last word, you make her fall. Chaewon cums hard on your face as hers is rested on the table. You still hold her ass, making sure that she keeps standing. Her cum leaks out of her, staining your face with her sweetness. You glance at Joy to your right, who is desperately trying not to show any arousal. But you can see a couple of hints. She has stopped resisting the handcuffs. Her cheeks are a little red. She bites her lower lip slightly and her eyes seem darker than before.

You can't take in more of Joy in a police uniform, because Chaewon has recovered enough to turn around and take your face into her hands.

Bending down, she starts to kiss you sloppily and before you know it, she starts to lick your face. She tastes herself on you as she cleans your face from her juices.

"I taste so sweet."

She murmurs into the kiss the two of you share, before she finally breaks away.

"You wanna taste me too, unnie?"

She turns towards Joy, who makes a disgusted face.

"No thank you."

Chaewon walks over anyways. Sitting on Joy's lap, she takes her face into her hands. The older one tries to move her head, but she can't escape her grip. Chaewon starts to make out with Joy, who slowly seems to warm up to the kiss.

The scene in front of you must be a dream. It is too beautiful to be true. Joy handcuffed to the chair she is sitting on. Still wearing her uniform and the police vest. Chaewon in her lap, only wearing the skimpy white top and the matching thigh high socks. She keeps grinding herself on Joy's right leg, while she practically eats her face.

You only hold out for a couple of moments. Before you know it, you are already standing behind Chaewon. Because she is a little too low for you, you push her further into Joy. She hugs the older woman tight, resting her chin on her shoulder.

"Yes, daddy. Show her how good my pussy feels."

You lock eyes with Joy as you slowly push yourself into Chaewon. Luckily she already came, so she is wet enough. You hear her moan, while Joy bites her lips slightly.

You slowly withdraw out of Chaewon. Taking her hips into your hands, you prepare yourself to fuck her hard.

"Oh fuck!"

A deep thrust makes her groan in pleasure as her body is rocked against Joy's.

"You are so big."

Chaewon sighs as you slowly retreat, before pushing inside of her once more.

Joy is starting to get really turned on by the two of you. The way you push Chaewon's body into her with every thrust. The way the younger girl moans into her ear. The way she is holding her vest from behind. Her pussy staining Joy's uniform pants with her juices.

All of it makes Joy's face turn from pretending to be annoyed to giving you her best fuck me eyes.

Of course you knew Joy before today. She is a member of Red Velvet. Since you own a fashion company in Asia now, there were suggestions for Joy to model for you. But schedules were difficult.

Now she watches you fuck Chaewon on her lap. The younger one moans loudly into her ear, voicing her pleasure.

"Yes, daddy! Fuck me hard!"

You do just that. Her body is being thrown back and forth by your grip on her waist and your thrusts.

It takes you a moment to notice that Joy starts to fight against the handcuffs again.

"Are you finally admitting-oh god!"

Chaewon keeps trying to tease her unnie.

"Admitting that my cunt is better than yours?"

Joy doesn't even listen. The visual stimulation is too much for her.

"Please get these off."

She rattles with her own handcuffs.

"I need to touch myself."

"You are just- oh fuck!"

Chaewon bites into Joy's vest for a moment to stop herself from screaming.

"You are just jealous. Jealous that I get fucked."

"That's not true."

Joy looks at you. Desperation in her eyes.

"Please let me touch myself. I need it."

You are surprised how needy she suddenly is. Seems like Chaewon was right earlier. Joy is submissive.

"Not now."

Two simple words, which make Joy pout angrily. She looks adorable, hot and sexy at the same time. How does she do that?

"Harder, daddy! Make me cum in her lap!"

Chaewon does seem to get closer. She holds onto Joy's vest tighter. Her face buried in the crook of Joy's neck.

Moving your hands away from her waist, you hold her shoulders, pushing her even further into Joy. Chaewon is now almost lying on her. You see two wet spots on the older ones pants. One on her leg, that one is definitely Chaewon, and one at her crotch. Your left hand reaches for Joy's lap, while the other grabs Chaewon by her neck. You are careful not to hurt her, at least not too much.

"Yes, daddy! Give it to me!"

She becomes louder as you start to press against Joy's wet spot. A long drawn out moan escapes her lips. It sounds like she hasn't been touched by someone else in ages.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You feel Chaewon's pussy clench onto your cock. Her tight body twists in pleasure as she starts to tremble on top of Joy. You keep holding her by her neck, preventing Chaewon from falling off the older woman. You don't move inside of her, until she has ridden out her high.

Slowly retreating, you watch your cock leave her freshly fucked pussy. It's drenched and glistening with her juices.

Glancing at Joy, you see her staring at your cock. As if in a trance, she licks her lips.

"Chaewon. Chae."

You have to call her twice before she answers. Slowly lifting her head, she looks back at you over her shoulder.

"Eat her out."

You see Joy's eyes light up. But Chaewon looks disappointed.

"But daddy. I want to be fucked more."

"Only when you make her cum."

Chaewon gives you an angry glare, showing her disapproval, before she slowly climbs off Joy.

With shaky legs, she gets on her knees, slowly unzipping Joy's pants. The older woman watches with no patience left. You watch as Chaewon pushes her pants a little to the side, revealing Joy's lack of underwear.

"Oh god."

Joy sighs as Chaewon places her tongue on her clit.

You move to stand above Chaewon, taking the back of Joy's head into your hand. She looks up at you through her bangs as you grab her hair.

Pulling her towards you, Joy opens her mouth, when she finally meets your cock. Chaewon's glistening juices are replaced with Joy's saliva and mouth as she takes you inside of her.

You feel her moaning around your dick as Chaewon puts her tongue into her snatch. Using your hand on the back of her head, you make her bob up and down slowly. You don't give her time to adjust to your size in her mouth. Joy closes her eyes as you start to move her a little faster. Making her take more and more of your cock, until she reaches her limit. There are still two inches to go, but Joy's gag reflex acts up, as you force her further.

She coughs and you loosen your grip. Joy lets your cock fall out of her mouth. She breaths heavily as strings of her saliva connect your cock with her red lips.

You feel Chaewon move underneath you, so you look down. She has gotten in a more comfortable position, now able to eat out Joy and finger herself at the same time.

Pulling the older one's head towards you again, you smear her own saliva all over her lips and chinn with your cock. Joy's face slowly starts to become a mess, once you force her onto your cock once more. Everytime Chaewon moans due to her fingers in her snatch, she makes Joy moan in return. This makes her humm around your shaft, sending vibrations through your whole body.

You start to make Joy gag on your cock over and over again as you get rougher with her. She barely has any make up on, which you could ruin. But it doesn't prevent her from letting tears fall down her cheeks. The glistening drops mix together with her saliva as they reach her mouth and chin. Her disheveled hair is now only held up my the loose bun in your hand. She keeps trying to escape from her handcuffs. Although you don't know if she wants you to stop, or wants to pull you further towards her. She isn't exactly able to speak at the moment.

Instead, Chaewon does the talking occasionally. You wonder how she is so talkative while still being able to make her unnie moan on your cock.

"I didn't expect this to be so good. Daddy, you should have a taste."

You are too busy with making a mess out of Joy to really answer.

"I wish you would fuck my face like that. Ruin it. Make me choke on that cock of yours."

You give her a light pat on the head, signaling her to keep her attention on eating out Joy.

After another couple of seconds of constant gagging, you let Joy take a deep breath. Her saliva is coating your shaft. The strings, connecting you two, have grown in numbers. They bind you together almost like a spiderweb. One is almost as thick as Joy's pinky. Her drool dribbles down her chin, staining the police vest covering her chest.

Once you think she has recovered enough, you pull her back onto your cock. Joy hasn't said a word since you started to fuck her face. Her eyes do all the talking, since her mouth is stuffed with cock. They are clouded with lust. Like a storm that is going to start at any moment.

It's difficult to sense it, because she keeps gagging, but the time between Joy's moans becomes shorter and shorter. Her mouth making you feel incredible as you slowly start to approach your own climax as well. Chaewon seems to be doing a good job on Joy's snatch as Joy starts to squirm on the chair. She closes her thighs around the younger girl's head, trapping her in between.

You make Joy gag on your cock without a break now. You try to chase your own orgasm, forcing yourself down her throat. Deeper and deeper. Until it won't go further.

Glancing to the floor, you see a huge puddle of juices underneath the three of you. It must be a combination of Joy's and Chaewon's juices and Joy's saliva, which keeps dripping down her chin.

You feel Joy trying to say something, but she can't. Your cock is as deep down her throat as it would go. But the message is an obvious one.

It takes the two of you only a couple of moments, until you both break. Joy's thighs shake wildly as she cums, threatening to crush Chaewon's head in between them. The muscles in her throat tighten around you, making you cum in her mouth. You shoot your cum inside of her as she trembles on the chair. Her own cum starts to stain Chaewon's face, making her look almost as messed up as Joy.

When you have finally nothing left to give, you slowly pull out of Joy's mouth.

She looks at you with satisfied eyes, opening her mouth slightly. You watch her swirl her tongue around in your pool of cum.

"Give me some."

Chaewon underneath you whines like a child.

Joy leans down a little, opening her mouth further. Long ropes of your cum fall out of her mouth. She keeps some of it for herself, but most of the precious liquid falls towards Chaewon.

The young girl already opened her mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. She moans as your cum hits her tongue.

The two of them play around with it in their mouths for a while, before they both swallow it. First Joy, then Chaewon.

"Untie me now. And I will turn this night into the best of your life."

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Author's note:

Hey, everyone! Thank you all for reading and voting. As soon as I saw Chaewon's insta upload, I had to write this. And since I'm watching Joy's kdrama right now, I couldn't stop thinking about her either. I know the concept of this and the last chapter are similar, but I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to write about Joy being handcuffed while wearing her uniform.

I hope you enjoyed it anyways. This wasn't planned, but I will do the rest of the pending requests soon.

Have a nice day!

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ONE SHOT

Hey fellas! ❤️

I just feel the need to share my first one shot i wrote about my two handsome majors.

These two feakin' hot men are driving me crazy and i can't stop thinking about a spefic fantasy that my brain created.

HOLD ON…and think of John and Buck dancing outside the bunks, hidden in the darkness of midnight, watching the stars and losing themselves in their emotions, because they both know that not all of them will make it back home after the upcoming mission in Bremen.

LOVING YOU IS A LOSING GAME

or: the night Bucky realizes that he loves Gale with his whole heart and took his chance to dance with his Buck. Maybe it would be the first and last time he could be so close to his secret lover.

It was a balmy spring evening in England. The sun had been setting for some time. It had been hours since the last rays of sunlight had bathed the sky in a bed of pink and orange, yet it seemed to Bucky that only a few minutes had passed since he had left Colonel Harding's office.

By this time tomorrow, a lot of good people could be dead.

Fugitive acquaintances, friends and comrades… but especially Buck. He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled hard as a wave of pain and fear rippled through his body. His chest tightened and he gasped for air. Bucky couldn't remember ever being so scared. Not even on his first mission here, flying over Nazi-Germany and dropping bombs.

He struggled to control his breathing and the insidious fear that coursed through his veins. But he was only partially successful in bending his emotions and locking them in a cage.

From a distance he heard footsteps approaching. Bucky cursed under his breath, "Fuck…not now".

Agonized and with his breath still stuttering, he left the airfield, where he was sitting. His leg muscles were shaking and he wasn't sure if he would ever make it back to his bunk tonight.

Under the cover of darkness, he stretched out his right arm and felt for the door handle of the abandoned logistics hall. He had found it by chance during his first week in England, while out riding his bike. The first rays of sunlight had tempted him to explore the barracks weeks earlier.

Bucky opened the rusty door, slid through the slit and leaned back against the wall.

He listened and waited, his breathing still ragged. He rubbed his chest, hoping to relieve the tightness with his left hand. But nothing happened… his chest felt like someone was holding him too tightly. Not in a good, reassuring way. More like an attempt to free himself from the clutches of someone or something. In his case, it was fear and uncontrollable vulnerability that brought him to his knees.

He slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. His legs were shaking. He felt the familiar tingling sensation in his nose. He knew he couldn't hold back the tears that were welling up.

Bucky leaned the back of his head against the hard, cold wall and breathed in and out, in and out, shivering. He repeated this breathing several times and slowly but surely the pressure around his chest eased.

Still, he couldn't fight the burning sensation in his nose and his eyes began to sting and water. "Damn it… Buck," he sniffed and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.

More minutes passed and all Bucky did was sit there on the floor and cry silently and somewhere in secret.

His thoughts were filled with Buck this, Buck that…damn Gale "Buck" Cleven.

This handsome, blond man constantly robbed him of any clear thoughts. With a single glance of his icy blue, beautiful eyes, Gale managed to distract him, to make him forget his worries…to forget himself and this cruel war.

And yet…it scared the hell out of Bucky to tell him the truth. His truth.

To admit that there was no way he could get on one of those planes tomorrow morning and drop bombs on Germany, because Bucky couldn't stand the nerve-wracking suspense of whether Buck would ever make it back to him.

Just thinking about never seeing Buck again tore at him. Never to see him smile or laugh again, never to smell his breath, and especially never to smell his indecently good-smelling, engaging aftershave when he buried his nose - just for a few fleeting seconds - in Bucky's neck and hugged him.

It would be Bucky's death, irrevocably. He was sure that nothing in the world could be worse for him than letting Buck get on that plane and not telling him the truth, the goddamned truth about how he felt.

Bucky closed his eyes and focused repeatedly on his breath when he noticed footsteps approaching him and his hideout again.

He pulled himself up and gasped softly. With swift hand movements he wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Before he could escape any further into the shadows of the warehouse, the heavy door opened again. Bucky held his breath and twitched as he drew a silhouette in the dark.

A shadow and footsteps that he would see anywhere and anytime. An invisible tension fell from him, even as his heartbeat accelerated. Stay cool, stay calm, he tells himself. It's just Buck.

His inner voice cursed wildly, just because it's Buck, we should run.

Bucky rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but smile when he heard Gale's familiar clearing in the silence.

"Bucky?" he asked. The rough, slightly smoky sound of his voice sent a shiver down John's spine. He was encouraged to laugh for the first time since he had felt so cramped and tearful. The mere thought of Gale sounding like a chain smoker made the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Are you in here. . . Lemmons mentioned seeing you here," he continued.

"I'm here," Bucky replied.

Then he heard footsteps again. This time they were moving away from him. Just as he was about to stop Gale from leaving. In the darkness, a familiar ringing sounded and the dim ceiling lights began to hum.

Gale still had his back to him when he muttered: "What the hell are you doing here alone? It's past midnight, Bucky. "

Buck was still in his uniform. The shirt was a little wrinkled now, the collar was loose, and the strands of his blond hair reflected wildly in the ceiling light.

"I've been thinking about some things," he confessed. "Some of the guys have to fly tomorrow. "

John sighed, probably too loudly and longingly, and Gale turned to him.

"That's what we're doing, Bucky," Gale replied, amused. "It's not the first time, and we want to drop as many bombs on them as we can."

Buck approached him and only two, maybe three steps away, it was Gale who was gasping for air.

Instantly John looked away from him. His cheeks were flushed. His ears seemed to steam. After all the time and the things they had been through together, Bucky couldn't remember ever crying in front of Buck.

"John. . . " Gale whispered. Strangely, he sounded as out of breath as Bucky felt. "What's the matter?"

Gale came closer, and he could smell the bitter lemon and the woodiness of his aftershave. He was shaken by a new wave of emotion and squeezed his eyes shut. Bucky aches to twist his fingers. His hands twitch, but he holds back.

He wasn't sure what to say: We have a new mission tomorrow. Some of the boys will die tomorrow. You could die tomorrow. . . I can't live without you. . . I love you.

But instead, John remained silent, which he usually didn't do.

Buck stepped closer, so close that he could feel his warm, minty breath. Again his fingertips twitched and his body tightened as Gale put a hand on his neck. Face to face, they were silent for a breath or two.

It's usually easy. It's a soft and a loose touch. The carefully orchestrated sloppiness of his movements pays off. But now John feels like he's on fire.

Then Gale asked again, "What's wrong? Don't make me ask Harding myself. " His voice tolerated no contradiction, yet John found himself in his touch. He felt vulnerable and . . naked.

Gale's fingertips began to draw soothing patterns on his skin. Bucky exhaled.

"There is a mission for tomorrow and not everyone will make it. " After all, it was the truth, if not the whole truth.

Suddenly he can't stand being in Gale's presence, and at the same time he can't be close enough.

It's a slow death for sure, wasting away on the bonfire of loving feelings and fear.

He moved far enough away from Gale to look at him. When their eyes met, he suddenly felt the urge to feel Gale's body.

He yanked him into a hug that made them both feel suffocated.

"Bucky," Buck whispered. "You're scaring me. "

John buried his face in the nape of Gale's neck and closed his arms a little tighter around Gale's chest. He breathed in the unmistakable scent of Buck and murmured against his skin: "I can't risk losing you up there tomorrow, Buck. You can't fly tomorrow. "

He felt Gale's body tense and tried to push John away, loosen the embrace and look at him. John shook his head gently. "Let me hold you, Buck. "

Buck sighed and began to draw patterns in Bucky's neck again. But this time he also had a sense of the fear that is slowly building up in his stomach.

"You won't lose me. " After that, there is only silence and Gale's uneven, hesitant breathing to matching Bucky's own.

"You can't promise me that."

"I know, i know...but don't count on it." That makes Bucky smiles a little. It has always been their thing since basic training.

Then John plucked up courage and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything", Gale replied immediately, then clears his throat. "What do you need, Bucky?" He looks straight at Bucky. Half his face obscured in shadows, the other pale in the dim light, a piercing sharpness in his gaze.

Bucky's heart falls. It stops, restarts, like his burning plane during his first mission before they managed to extinguish the fire.

"Dance with me. You still owe me a one."

"You know I can't dance, Bucky," Gale replied with a mischievous grin on his lips.

"Don't worry about it. I'll lead you."

There was silence between them for a few seconds, but then Gale exhaled slowly and let his warm hand slide from Bucky's neck to his cheek. "If that's what you need… I'll give it to you."

Goosebumps instantly spread up John's arms. He wanted to scream with joy.

There was so much tenderness and warmth in Gale's touch that John thought he had never been loved more. Even though he doubted that Gale felt the same way he did.

In his own way, Gale loved him, and Bucky would take every touch, every word he could get from Gale. Because he was a desperate man in love… No one, least of all Gale, could save him from being swallowed by the darkness, if Gale didn't make it back to him at some point.

So he took every opportunity to be close to Buck, and damn it, if a dance in the dark was all Gale was willing to give him, he'd take it.

That's it...my very first one shot. Do you like it? ❤️

Let me know if you have any tips oder ideas for other Scenes

(If i made any writing mistakes let me know. English is my second langauge and this was my very first try to write something like this in a foreign language)

xoxo callumsgirl

#mota fanfic #motaedit #buck x bucky #buck cleven #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #march 2024 #men loving men #emotions #one shot #slow burn #fluff #angst

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We dubbed her SSS'SS' bestowing this nickname in the summer for Sultry Smoking Solène "Super Star" and ain't it the truth? Truly remarkable! An angel who smokes cigarettes living in Paris, France!

SLENDER, TANNED AND SMOKING, SOLÈNE IS 'LOADED FOR BEAR!'

And what percentage of BHYSWs have "whiter" teeth? And what a rockin' tattoo! An immaculate complexion! Stylish hair! Sharp yet subtle jewelry that did not require a month's earnings to purchase! All in casual attire! After all, her nickname is Sultry Smoking Solène "Super Star" for good reason, right?

Dual-Media 83-Post, 470-Pack Ultra-Megapost!

And can any BHYSW handle a cigarette in a more sexy manner? Nearly flawless! Only "constructive criticism" would be that she would not be at the top of the list to become a guest lecturer on the "Stylish, Powerful, Grand and Persistent Exhales" class at any of the world's 3 Smoking Academies. Now would she? Solène is graceful, stylish, playful, serious at other times, friendly, loyal, fun-loving and gorgeous, though few fashion model magazines would describe her nose as a classic example of a desired nose. Beautiful eyes. Pouty lips. Lovely mouth. Wonderful cheekbones. Rugged chin. What does she do for work? In which of the 20 Arrondissements (administrative districts) does she reside in Paris? When did she become a fan of "Les Bleus," the French men's soccer (football) national team from the FFF (Fédération Française de Football). In one of her videos, a match involving "The Blues" is in the background. Did she play the sport and gave it up when her cigarette smoking left an impact on her fitness on and off the field? Some things are more important than other things, no? Does she date a football player? Would she want to? We stray . . . our network named her the Number 1 SF Newcomer of The Year for 2023, edging runner-up Dorine Zopp of Bordeaux, France who was born in Berlingen, Germany and is a fashion model and jewelry designer, and No. 3 teenager or BHYSW in her young-20s Mira Çelik of Turkey, who close to elite status in Yoga!

Most Current Post in Our Family of SSS'SS' Solène of Paris, France!

From vs120shound on February 17, 2024 . . .

SF Newcomer of The Year for 2023! (With Solène earning the No. 1 Spot)

From vs120shound on January 6, 2024 . . .

Our Photographic Tribute to a Soon-to- Be SF Hall of Famer and SF Goddess!

Candidates for future Anchor photographs!

#SF #Hot women who loves smoking cigarettes #Smoking cigarettes #Smoking #Sultry Smoking Solène 'Super Star!'#vs120shound!#lostlighter23!#vs120shound-2!#user0726 of SFK!#Juniorjunior of SFK!#muruk of SFK!

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This tote bag is nice and big but it had this annoying print on it because years ago i bought it at a fast fashion store to avoid a single use bag. And since i don't wanna be a walking ad and i am a little punk i am covering the print with patches. I might also make longer handles for it, so i can wear it over my shoulder. I painted most of the patches myself. This bag seems like a better place for them than my pants since i do wash my pants regularly /j. Also the weather in germany is always either too hot or too cold to wear denim jackets or vests (at least for my neurodivergent ass) so even though i do have a battle vest and a battle jacket, i barely wear them which is sad

So if u have some handy tote bags which have annoying logos on them, just cover it. U will probably use them more then since u put effort in it and they look much cooler :D

If u don't like the punk look, u could use an old shirt with a cool print on it that u don't wear anymore for whatever reason or make one big patch out of any piece of fabric big enough and paint something on it urself. It's a really fun project and hard to mess up and even if u mess it up, u can just detach ur patch and try again

#diy #diy or die #punkstyle #punks not dead #low waste #sewing #upcycle #reduce reuse recycle #practical solarpunk #solarpunk

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wowbright · 5 months

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Fic: Brotherly Duties

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Words: ~700 words

Rating: Mature

Summary: Kurt gets a package from Cooper in the mail.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the likely possibilities for their future.

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Two months before Blaine returned from his mission, Kurt received a package in the mail. “Special delivery from Cooper Anderson,” his dad said, handing it to Kurt in the kitchen. “Easter Peeps?”

It had become a thing with them. For Kurt’s return home from his mission, for Pioneer Day, for Labor Day and Thanksgiving and Christmas and Valentine’s Day, Cooper made it a habit to regale Kurt with Peeps. Kurt’s dad had thought it was a little odd at first, but Kurt had explained it away with, “It’s sort of a thing from our mission,” followed by, “Also, he’s weird.”

Kurt’s arms buckled from the unexpected weight as he took the package from his dad. “That feels heavier than Peeps, Dad.” The package wasn’t heavy, exactly, but it was at least a couple pounds—not the scant ounces that marshmallow and thin paperboard should weigh.

His dad shrugged. “I thought so too, but I didn’t think this Cooper guy knew how to mail anything else. I mean, I know I’ve seen him on TV, but with all these packages you’ve gotten from him, I’ve kind of started to picture him in my head like a giant PEZ dispenser—which I know doesn’t exactly work, Peeps are marshmallows and PEZ are solid, but still … You swear he wasn’t a PEZ dispenser when you met him?”

“Scout’s honor, Dad.” Kurt considered the padded envelope in his hands. Through it, the contents felt stiff and rectangular. “It’s probably a bunch of signed headshots for me to share with friends and family. That’s his idea of a generous gift.” Kurt tore open the flap, peeked in, and immediately closed the envelope back up, feeling his cheeks betray his embarrassment. “Never mind. I'll open it later.”

His father gave him an amused look. “The head shots are that bad, huh?”

“Something like that,” Kurt said, standing up from the kitchen table and heading toward his room, where he closed the door and locked it and considered putting a chair under the handle for good measure. But no, that was silly. He was a grown adult. This was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, his parents respected his privacy.

Instead, Kurt pulled the chair up to his desk and sat down, sliding the contents of the envelope out onto the desk. A hardcover copy of The Joy of Gay Sex made a loud thumping noise as it fell on to the surface.

There was a note, too:

Bought this for my brother—I even inscribed it to him!—but then I realized there was no good way to get it to him in Germany. Too high a chance of it being intercepted by someone in his mission, and who knows, customs would probably charge him duties on it anyway. I felt vanquished and without hope. But then I realized this was all for the better. You're the one he's all hot for, and I'm pretty sure you’re going to pounce on each other as soon as you possibly can after he gets off the plane (gets off, get it?), so you really better know what you're doing. This book actually has mixed reviews from my gay friends, but it was the one most of them mentioned when I asked for recommendations, and it’s illustrated, which I think will be very helpful. I hope you don't still have Mormon hang ups about every picture of a naked body being porn. I looked through the book, and I thought the illustrations were very educational and not too raunchy at all. Of course, if you want to jerk off to them, that's your business and nobody else’s. Have fun!

Kurt's face was on fire all the way to the roots of his hair. He put the letter in the shredder and opened the book. And indeed, there was an inscription to Blaine on the title page:

Blainey— Not being knowledgeable in this area, I hand off some of my older brother sex-talk duties to this educational volume. One tip I can give you: you'll probably want to let up on the hair gel a little during times of intimacy, particularly for certain acts in which your lover is likely to want to grab your hair. Trust me on this one. —Coop

#december klaine challenge 2023 #day 6: inscribe #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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wenellyb · 1 year

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60 000 EUROS IN ONE NIGHT?????

#What???#too hot to handle germany #netflix

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10underoot2 · 8 days

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Hot Take - Amnesia

I hate amnesia story lines. They make me feel uneasy especially since some shows (read:see you in my 19th life) handled them really badly. I'm not a fan of it for Queen of Tears either and I'm hoping desperately it's just a plot device for angst and not something she ends up choosing or something that ends up happening.

One thing though I think it's necessary to point out that Hyunwoo was going to tell her everything and all the risks of the surgery no matter what. He just wanted to wait till they were in Germany so she couldn't outright refuse him. Do I think it's weird that she didn't receive the call from the hospital? Yes. Did I scream at Hyunwoo throughout the episode to tell her because I thought it would create drama and problems? Why yes, of course I did.

I did know however that the decision to have the surgery was ALWAYS going to be Haein's. I have enough trust in Hyunwoo to ensure his wife makes the decision. Also, I think Haein's father from the get go also requests Hyunwoo to take her to Germany and then tell her. He even requests him to convince her there to have the surgery knowing full well that the decision would be Haein's. They just wanted to increase the probability of her saying yes. Also it's extremely unethical and I'm sure would impact recovery if the concerned person didn't sign up for this kinda treatment. Also Hyunwoo isn't stupid, he knows the doctor was going to inform her of all the risks when she meets him in person, duh.

So I don't really mind how they played it I just mind ✨ Amnesia ✨ It's been done so many times and it's very cliché. In addition, Hyunwoo sweetie make all the promises you want but if she wakes up and decides she likes someone else, even Yoon eun sung of all people, you're. gonna. have. to. let. her. go! Or you'll be the creep no matter your history with her. I think Hyunwoo does know this and appreciates the sensitivity and risk of the situation but I think boi is choosing to be delulu that he can make her fall in love with him again which is fine but like do we really have to?

Secondly, memories make us up. Our lives are really shaped by them so her personality could end up being different as well. Let's just take her mother she would love her more now and so the harshness and coldness of her character would no longer be there. Her personality is interesting and having that go away would be sad for me as a viewer and for Hyunwoo.

Not to mention, I think amnesia story lines are annoying cause I remember what happened, your partner remembers what happened but here we all are unable to talk, reminisce or be happy about it. All memories have to be made anew, which is a shame cause of all the cute memories we've seen these past 13 episodes. With only 4.5 hours of screen time, a complex business story line and a psycho ex lover on the loose how many memories can you really make to convince me that this storyline was well worth it.

Lastly, unpopular take: I'd much rather take the angst of her death than the monotony of seeing her get her memories back. I'll cry buckets and complain at the injustice of it all. But life is unfair and things don't necessarily always work out like we expect them too. 2521 taught me that.

#queen of tears #all of this being said I can't wait for episode 14 and see where is progresses #I liked this episode it was a nice break #showed me how they would live if they were in love without the pains they have had to endure #what they were supposed to be #married life suits them so well #hong haein #baek hyun woo #kim ji won #kim soo hyun #episode 13 #spoilers

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This is not me defending Nintendo's shoddy writing when it comes to heavy parts of the Gerudo lore. But I do wonder if some of their really bad missteps are because of their lack of knowledge of Western racial politics. A lot of Japan is still heavily xenophobic, and racial diversity is almost zero, so they might just not actually think about the implications because they just... don't know they exist. It's not an excuse, because Nintendo IS a global company, and there should be some extra research done, since stuff like that is just really fucking iffy. I'm just trying to figure out where that stuff comes from tbh, and why it's still around, instead of being weeded out. So maybe that's a reason, in which case... maybe get some writers who can write depth into their characters.

Hey, thanks for the ask!

So... I feel many things about this, and I completely see where you're coming from, and I think you have hit the nail on the head about why Nintendo do not feel like handling this issue is necessary, or that it doesn't concern them altogether... but I have to be honest, I feel like we give Japan way too much slack on these issues in general, and it's a very common problem (thinking of the controversy on FF16 for just another recent example, or the way queerness is handled in a lot of anime and games). Regardless of, just, the artistic integrity to incorporate the rest of the world as existing alongside you which isn't... mandatory of course, but I believe is important for the sake of honesty: there are japanese people of color, there exists a queer japanese community, and a lot of immigrants living in Japan have to deal with rejection and being considered a second-rate citizen all of the time. Not to mention anything about the new generations of people who were victims of their occupation not so long ago, a subject which is still regularly repressed and ignored by their government (and by the world at large, the US had interests in quieting down some of the worst things they did due to Cold War stuff, and in the West we mostly focused on Germany and collaboration --which makes sense, it's what we knew, but anyway it's complicated and not the topic). This is not a case of mere innocence, it is a case of politically construed ignorance; which is very different, and should not be regarded as equivalent.

But even beyond their own internal socio-political issues, which I am not qualify to speak about beyond what I know from second-hand stories I heard and what I have personally researched, The Legend of Zelda is an IP that is tailored for the West (TM). It is incredibly more popular here than it ever was in Japan. It is a product designed for export. Trying to anticipate what the western market enjoys and fitting right in is part of their responsibilities as a brand if they want to succeed. So, either they did not consider this aspect, which was absolutely something they should be criticized for, as subjects of diversity are hot and trending right now (even without getting into their moral implication) and they did what I consider to be the bare, cynical minimum in this department; or they had an inkling, and considered their choices wouldn't be a dealbreaker. Which... they clearly were not.

Again, I am sorry to be a little cynical here, but while I certainly don't think Nintendo was being consciously malicious here, like making choices to actively play into harmful stereotypes and strict gender roles as some form of active ploy in some sort of culture war, Nintendo is run by conservative japanese men with capitalist interests and a responsibility towards their own government as a major player for japanese soft power. The company will *never* question its own biases, especially if the West just eats up whatever they do and build a human wall of excuses to justify their absence of accountability. This, beyond the game itself which is good and fine and also kind of soulless the more I think about it (in my opinion), is what depresses me and what makes it hard for me to move on: to give them a free pass on these subjects is a choice everyone is collectively making, because it is the Nostalgia and the Childhood and we are desperate for wonder and joy --and it ultimately makes us somewhat toothless as consumers.

And I want to add I am absolutely not immune to this, and it doesn't mean I'm condemning the practice of fandom or the possibility, or even the necessity, of holding several simultaneous truths about a piece of media at the same time and navigating them depending on what is being discussed; but Nintendo is obsessed with controlling its image as a company, curating things as acceptable or unnacceptable as they see fit, approving or disapproving of their consumers' behavior and punishing them accordingly (as well as the rest of the industry *side-eyes the thirty patents on basic gameplay actions*), and it's to say nothing of how employees may be treated beyond the perfectly curated Pikachu yellow walls. This corporate image of being non-controversial is enforced. It doesn't mean I don't admire them for a lot of things, their genuine commitment to game design innovation, their virtuosity when it comes to level design in particular, the way they foster pools of raw talent, their devotion to open up the market to new demographics of gamers, or for the risk they took with the Switch and the wonderful venues it opened for indie devs. I love their games, profoundly, and I owe the company a lot of my joy.

But again, I think it's important to consider several realities simultaneously; and this joy, this goodness, this beauty, while absolutely wonderful and worth preserving, always runs the risk of getting in the way of our discernment in what is getting sidelined.

#asks #totk critical #zelda critical #zelda fandom critical #nintendo critical #gerudos #thoughts #thanks for the ask!!#sorry if I went a little hard there #a little uhhh Too serious #but I am genuinely a little depressed about how we settle for corporate safety as the epitomy of greatness #mechanical perfection as sufficient in itself #and I don't know how we meaningfully fight this #the structures of power comprised of people who are terrified of their own soul and the capitalist safety they will forever cling to

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ace-of-garlic-breads · 9 months

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Animaniacs Headcanons

I recently came upon my 5 page Harry Potter HC google doc so I thought I would do it for one of my most recent Hyper fixations

- Hello Nurse Mindey and Katie Kaboom's Moms Sister - the mime creeps Wakko out, - Slappy basically adopted the Warners as her grandkids - all the Warners share traits with the animals they described themselves as in the "what are we" song - Wakko is partially colour blind - they also shake themselves dry after swimming, gating rained of etc - Dot sometimes can't handle water - Dot's claws grow the fastest and the longest out of all the Warners - Yakko bounces when happy - Yakko has really sensitive hearing - Wakko has pretty bad sensory issues, but they're calmed by their hat, - when having a but of a sensory overload Wakko tucks their ears into their hat to cancel out the noise - the Warners have a three teir bunk bed, and whever Dot can't sleep she usually alternates on which brother she goes to for comfort - when it's Yakko, he usually tells her a story and sings a song - and When it's Wakko they usually just Let Dot sleep in their bed and provides sufficient hugs - Wakko has read the whole Riordenverse multiple times - and Wakko hot Dot to read them too - Yakko is not much of a fantasy book fan but - Wakko is ambidextrous - Wakko is really good at physically demanding tasks - Yakko is the Brains of the trio, Wakko is the Brawn and Dot is the Beauty - Wakko prefers Skirts to pants - Dot goes out with Wakko to buy dresses, skirts etc, - Dot and Wakko act like twins, since their only one year apart in age they just treat eachother like twins (people also ask them if they're twins and they just say yes, cause it's funny) - Dot is really good at embroidery, cross Stich etc, and she makes little things for her siblings - Wakko and Dot once went as Dipper and Mabel for Halloween (Yakko went as Grunkle Stan) - sometimes all three Warners just pile on top of each other on Yakko's bed and sleep there - Hello Nurse is Basically the Warner Sibs mum - Minerva and Hello Nurse have a bit of a thing goin on (crack ships my beloved) - despite being severly lactose intolerant Yakko just doesn't care, he'll eat cheese, chocolate etc - on a separate Halloween Wakko and Dot dressed as Leo and Piper - Angelina fell first William fell harder - if the Warners were humans they'd be half British and half from Warnerstalk (Germany) and have Vertiligo - Angelina is German but has an American accent (VC Taylor Swift) - William is British and has a British Accent (VC Weasley twins) - Angelina is an only child and William has two siblings - Dot loves Musiums - after Pink Dot's favourite colour is yellow - Yakko's favourite colour is Lavender (this might be canon idk) - Wakko likes alot of the cool colours like blues, greens and Purples - Yakko is dog shit at math and I will die on this hill - Wakko is actually really good at it and helped write the Multiplication song - Dot is semi tiktok famous - Yakko gets into random fights with people on Twitter? X? idk anymore - Wakko streams of YouTube and Twitch - the Warners have a pretty big YouTube channel - Wakko is a really good cook - Dot can't cook for shit, she has burnt Water for Spielberg's sake - all three Warners love the Owl house - they dressed up as both the Blight kids (Y: Ed, W: Em D: Amity) and the Noceda kids (Y:Hunter, W:Vee,D:Luz) - Wakko has a mild Cat allergy - -all the Warners are Ace - Yakko is Pan, Wakko is Aroace and Dot is Bi -Wakko is Non-binary & uses They/them Pronouns -Yakko is a Demi-boy & uses he/they pronouns - Dot is the only Cis Warner Sibling (you could say that she's the Warner Cis-ter) -Hello Nurse is a Lesbian - Dr Scrach'n'sniff is Trans-masc & Gay -Hello Nurse & Dr Scrach'n'sniff co-parent the warners

#animaniacs #animaniacs headcanon #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #warner siblings #animaniacs1993 #animaniacs 2020 #hello nurse animaniacs #dr scrachnsniff

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waveridden · 5 months

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i would love for you to give deets on why you disliked those books. i love salt

yessss i love complaining. putting this under a cut because it's long, however i'll say up top that if you found this post because you tumblr searched a book you like... maybe skip this one! because i didn't like these books!

the ballad of songbirds and snakes, if you haven't heard of it, is the hunger games prequel about president snow when he was young and hot. i dislike it on principle but when we did our hunger games book club i decided i was going to give it my best and most open-minded shot that i could handle giving it.

my main problem is actually that i extremely dislike the politics and the worldbuilding implications for the rest of the series. the timeline becomes incredibly fucked. the thematic implications don't make sense. it is so bloated, and so long, with so many names and characters and so relatively few interesting things happening.

also: the hunger games capitol is in denver. the original hunger games were in an old sports arena that was also used for concerts and events sometimes. it is described as having a massive goalpost that is tall and two-pronged. that's right. it's the denver broncos stadium. (the american football team.) once you know that the hunger games were in the denver broncos stadium, it kind of takes a lot of the suspense out.

the bromance book club is a highly-recommended romance novel. the basic premise is: a professional baseball player and his wife are on the brink of divorce after he discovers that she has never had an orgasm with him. in order to save his marriage (and learn to satisfy his wife) he joins a top secret book club of Alpha Men who secretly read romance novels to learn about what women like.

i actually thought the premise was cute but where it fell apart is that i HATED the main character. his wife was literally correct 100% of the time and should've left him. it was just unfunny and weird and bad.

identitti is a contemporary drama (translated from german) about a german-indian graduate student who discovers that her beloved german-indian advisor is, in fact, a white woman who has been lying about being indian. the book categorically refuses to cast judgment on her - the protagonist feels betrayed, but the advisor just keeps saying over and over that it's actually fine and identity is fluid, but never actually makes a good argument.

aside from the very strong personal reaction i have to this book (i.e. that the advisor was Wrong and that it was weird for this (german-indian) author to present this case) the biggest problem i have is that it used a real life mass shooting to prove a point. there was a hate crime in hanau, germany, that becomes a plot point in the book, but it revolves around people connecting that shooting to the fictional advisor, and i just think that's shitty, actually!

small game is the debut novel by blair braverman who is a survivalist and who raises sled dogs which rules. it is about a survivalist who goes onto a survivalist reality show, only for all the cameras to vanish halfway through, leaving the contestants to wonder: did something happen? have they been forgotten? is this all just a part of the show? or is something more sinister going on?

let me spoil the answer for you: the network lost funding, canceled the show, and something went wrong that meant that the contestants were never picked up. now you do not have to slog through ~150 pages of the contestants having that exact debate, weird gross survivalism, incredibly strange and upsetting animal and human deaths, and a really bizarre dubcon-y love story.

singer distance has a premise that i really loved: earth begins getting messages from mars that people realize are actually mathematical communications. after a certain point the math becomes too advanced; enter crystal, a genius mathematician who figures out the solution... and then disappears.

this book is not about crystal. it is about her college boyfriend, who feels inadequate to her and feels bad about it. after she goes missing he spends years pining after for her. eventually it is revealed that the two of them had a kid together and the kid finds him and they search for her together. i was really hoping for a fun and interesting scifi alternate history type thing and instead it was just a book about a sad boring man

cover is an indie comic miniseries about a comic book artist who is drafted into international espionage. the art was really nice but i haven't read bendis comics in years and i forgot how far up his own ass he gets, especially when it comes to how many words per page he writes. and this was especially navel-gazey, just talking constantly (constantly) (CONSTANTLY) about The Art Of Comics and how good it is. there also wasn't enough espionage.

how to give up plastic & how to save the world for free are two different and unrelated books that fall into a category i'm trying to read more of, i.e. the practical environmentally-friendly guide. these books had the same problem: the advice was fucking stupid! how to give up plastic said that if companies send you unnecessary plastic packaging, you should ship it back to them to make a statement (what!!!!!!) and every idea in how to save the world for free cost money.

i think my biggest problem with books like these is that most of the advice is for 1) homeowners, because so much of the advice tends to be like "compost in your yard" or "install solar panels," and 2) people who have never considered buying reusable bags or water bottles. i am trying to find something with advice that is practical and cheap (the climate diet is the closest i've gotten, some of it is ridiculous but some of it is genuinely applicable) but these books just gave stupid fucking advice

#waveridden.ask #cedardivine #THANKS CEDAR HAHA this was fun #do ppl still put long posts under cuts

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