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Me: okay, maybe after watching the movie and processing it, I can finally calm-down about this christmas-hating old man-
This Scene, existing despite having 0-reason to:
#.... dammit.#he literally went 'rawr'#he's so growly#like a chihuahua#a very very tall and angy chihuahua#one that despises those christmas-sweater outfits#this man is a dog-person thru and thru#why the fuck did netflix make him exist#i'm not complaining but WHY#scrooge#scrooge 2022#ebenezer scrooge#scrooge: a christmas carol#scrooge netflix#gif#shitpost#HE GROWLS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NETFLIX#i'm so mad about this and also can't stop cackling#it's frustratingly hilarious#netflix
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I don’t think I’ve been this frustrated with a series for a long time like I am right now with the marked heart
#it’s like a train wreck I can’t stop watching it but it sucks and fuck everyone and everything in it#i fucking hate all the characters (well like 97% of them) I fucking hated the pacing and the ending was also bullshit#i am sorry I am so mad AKSJSKSKS the only thing I’ll give them props for is the directing because the shots were really well done#i was expecting Colombian telemovela vibes and I got hot mess 😻#Zacarías is a douchebag and I hate his ass but he was kind of an interesting craft villain so I guess points for that#Camila is the dumbest bitch ever. like I hate being mean and I swear I ain’t and I genuinely do feel sorry for her but#half of the things she does and says makes absolutely no sense and it drives me mad.#specially on the ending like giRL WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK TO YOUR OLD IDENTITY HELLO ARE YOU LIKE INSANE ????#THIS PEOPLE ARE DANGEROUS LIKE ???? A#don’t even get me started on Simon half of the time he did anything I was infuriated risking so many peoples life when his family needed him#the most. and like I get he missed his wife and wanted vengeance and all but fUCK THAT A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE GOT KILLED AND HHHHH I AM-#my favorite character was valeria because she was non existent therefore they couldn’t ruin her somehow I hated them all#i am sorry but I am passionate about this and I just went on a rampage with my mom how half of the things#made no sense and she was like bro chill it’s a series anD I WAS LIKE AJDJSKSJS I KNOW BUT -#if anyone reads till here I am sending you. hugs and kisses !! thanks for following me on my melodrama 🤪#anti the marked heart#netflix
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I had the time of my life, with you
Companion piece to the Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader social media au
✨Set in Abu Dhabi 2021, right before the race✨
A/N: So it turns out setting myself deadlines actually works lol. I still have a love/hate relationship with these pieces. But, I have a special place in my heart for this one because I had the title in my head since like the second week of the smau and I didn’t use it for any other chapter because of that. And also it’s an Easter egg because in the AD bonus part Y/N uses it as a caption for her Instagram post as an Easter egg for Max ;) we love a mastermind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ramble.
You thought you knew tension. You thought, growing up like you did, you were more than familiar. The eerie silence, the glazed expressions as your mind tries to protect you from close the chaos is, the pit in your stomach, that heaviness of breath, that feeling of cold that goes down to your bones no matter the weather.
Fucking hell, were you wrong.
You’ve never known tension like this.
The garage is thrumming with energy. Everyone is going about their business quicker, deeper, quieter, than it seems like they ever have. The grandstands are filling up, music blasting over the speakers. There’s a palpable electricity in the air. You’ve been shivering all day, unable to get warm enough even in a jacket in the desert heat.
You wrap your arms around yourself as you wind through along the narrow corridors behind the garage to the small room that Max has been hiding in. For the first time in a while, you knock instead of going straight it.
You’ve barely seen him all day, he’s been pulled this way and that for a hundred interviews and briefings, ducking the Netflix crews who’ve never been so sycophantic. They made him a villain, and now they lurk like there’s blood in the water in case he becomes the hero. Selfishly, you’ve missed him, and when you’d said as much to Christian, he’d just nodded to the back of the garage.
“He’s taking a couple of minutes to himself,” Christian had said, fixing his gaze on you. “But you should go and see him,”
So you had. And as you heard a gentle “Come in,” over the noise of drills and loud dance music and stepped inside, you realised why.
This was tension, you thought as your eyes fell on Max. He was on the small couch, hunched over, elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped together almost as if he were praying. It’s like you can see every muscle in his body pulled taut under his fireproofs. He doesn’t even raise his head when you come in, but you suppose he glances at your shoes to know it’s you.
You close the door behind you, leaning against it. You’re not sure why, but it feels like you’ll bother him less from over here.
“Hey, champ,” you say, mustering a smile in case he looks at you. He doesn’t, at first. His eyes stay on the ground, and then, painfully slowly, his head lifts.
His eyes are still your favourite colour, his hair is still a bit too long, he’s still unshaven because he couldn’t be bothered even though he might be looking at pictures of this night for the rest of his life. He’s still Max.
“It’s a bit early for that,” he says, his half smile as delicate as yours. Yeah, still Max.
“Respectfully, I disagree,” you tell him crossing your arms over your chest as he looks up at you. “Since I can remember you’ve wanted to be a champion, and since I can remember, I knew you would be. That nickname is twenty years in the making,”
His eyes drop to his hands again and your heart drops with them. You’re trying so hard to say the right thing, but it was arrogant to think you ever had a chance. What experience in your frivolous existence would help you know what to say at a time like this. You wonder if you should just leave him to it as you fold your bottom lip between your teeth to chew at it as another shiver wracks your body.
“Twenty years,” Max says quietly, making you look over at him again. “It’s a long time,”
“Yeah, it is,” you reply, nodding even though he’s not looking at you. You edge closer to him, and when he doesn’t react, you take a seat beside him. Not as close as every cell in your body tells you you need to be, but as close as you feel like he’d want right now.
“You don’t understand,” he says with a sigh.
You don’t respond, because you know you don’t. You’ve never committed to anything, loved anything, lived for anything, like this. This dream of his has outlived marriages, outlasted memories, predated a friendship that feels like it has been going on forever. It’s the only thing Max has ever wanted. You’ll never be able to understand, because no matter how much you love him, he loved racing first.
“Tell me what to say, Max,” you almost beg as you reach towards him. You can’t even hold his hand, so you just place yours on his wrist, fingertips resting against his skin at the edge of his sleeve.
You glance over at him, naively hoping he will look over at you and tell you what he needs from you. Because you’d do anything.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he just says, “I’m sorry,” in a small voice the brings a lump to your throat.
You shake your head. “Don’t be. I know I don’t understand. No one can. Not me, not Christian, not Stan, not even your dad. You’ve outclassed your whole support system here,” you say this last part with a laugh, but it’s true. He’s alone now more than ever, he’ll stand on that top step alone, too. “We’re all so proud of you, you know,”
“I know,” he mutters, and it kind of breaks you how dismissive he is, even if you know why.
“Do you?” You ask him, leaning a little closer to him, but he doesn’t react.
He just continues staring at his hands as he untangles them, his left fingers curling backwards until they brush over your hand on his wrist, and you hastily slot your fingers into his as he lets out a heavy breath.
“Yeah.” He says, sounding more resolute this time.
“And you know that we’ll be proud of you, even if-“ you can’t even bring yourself to say it. “We’ll be proud of you regardless.”
“I know,” he says, “but it’s not enough,”
Despite yourself, you let out a frustrated sigh. “Max, I know that it’s not a trophy, but-“
“No,” he says, squeezing your hand to silence you. “It’s not that. I mean that it’s not enough, to come second.”
You grip his hand tighter as he lets out a laboured breath, his head lifting so he can stare straight ahead where the Dutch flag is pinned to the wall.
“We didn’t do all this to come second.” His voice is low and reverent. “My mum, Vic, I took so much from them. My dad gave up his whole life for this. You put your life on hold for this. It can’t all be for nothing,”
He’s never really said it, but you know what he means - this win is owed. He owes his mother a marriage, his sister a father, and his father a career. And none of that is in his gift, but if he can weigh a championship against all that sacrifice, then maybe he will be forgiven. Maybe for the first time in a long time, he’ll race with a clean slate. Without wondering whether he was worth the life he cost those around him, and the life he cost himself. And you want that for him. God, you want that more than anything.
You reach for him before you can stop yourself. Space be damned. You cup his cheek in your free hand and force him to look at you.
“Max, It won’t be for nothing.” You promise him, your nails pressing gently into his skin as if you’re trying to hold onto him. Like he might float away. “Not to me. Not to anyone who loves you. Even if you don’t win today, even if you never do, even if you shunt on the first lap. I had the time of my life with you this year. Being there for you will never have been for nothing,”
He wants to believe you, you can see it. But even if he believes that you all think that, he doesn’t think that. How do you tell him it’s worth it, when you both know there’s only one way for him to prove it?
“Do you want me to drive?”
Your question catches him off guard so much as that he snorts his laughter. You feel the air against your face as he falls back against the couch.
“I’m serious,” you say, grinning as you watch him. “I’ll put on the suit and the helmet and do the race for you, like Mulan. I did the track walk, I know where I’m going. Vaguely, anyway ,”
You’re making a meal of this mediocre joke, but you’ll do anything you can to keep him as carefree as he looks right now. With his head thrown back and the colour returning to his cheeks as his shoulders shake.
“Engel,” he says, his head lolling in your direction, “You really think you have a better chance of winning than me?”
You reach over to move a stray strand of hair away from his forehead, and his eyes follow your fingers.
“No, I don’t,” you say, letting your hand slide through his hair to rest on his jaw. “Because you, Max Emilian Verstappen, know how to win races better than anyone.”
Your thumb brushed across his stubbled cheek and he leans into it instinctively, just like the cats. The smile you give him feels more like one you remember, and the ones he returns reaches his bright eyes.
“Alright,” he says with a shrug.
He gets to his feet in one smooth movement, pulling you with him towards the door by your entwined hands that you’d quite forgotten about. He must have, too, because when he notices he squeezes your hand to get you to look up at him. When you do, your breath catches in your throat, and for the first time all day, you feel warm.
“I better go and win, then,” he says lightly, pulling the door open.
No one will you believe you, but you know then that you’ll be looking up at him on that podium tonight, when he’ll be a world champion.
“You will.”
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Can I request a Reader is insecure about her body so Damian shows her how much he loves her? (Reader is a curvy girl)
damian priest x reader
‼️reader being self conscious and insecure, a little angst, fluff in the end
so precious
it was one of those nights.
where damian was training and you were home alone waiting for him. you loved waiting for him. maybe cooking a nice and delicious dinner for you and him and watching something on netflix. that was your perfect typical night.
except tonight you weren’t in the mood for cooking. or watching netflix. or doing anything.
you just wanted to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. instead you were scrolling through instagram and watching what your friends were doing. but your eyes got lost in damian’s ig stories where he posted a few selfies with some other wrestlers.
you knew they were just friends even if you saw how they looked at him. and the way they looked at you. they were jealous and you knew they had a crush on damian too.
but seeing him posting those selfies made you upset. why wasn’t he posting pictures with you? he never shared a post with you in it. his fans didn’t even know that he had a girlfriend. was he embarrassed? was he embarrassed that someone like him was with someone like you?
a million thoughts started running into your mind that you didn’t even hear the front door opening and a voice calling your name.
“oh here you are…” damian said smiling when he saw you laying on the bed.
“hey…i didn’t even hear you…” you whispered.
he immediately knew something was wrong. the way you didn’t even smiled back. the way you didn’t asked him for a hug and a kiss like you always did.
“is everything okay amor?” he carefully asked sitting next to you.
“yes why?” you lied. and of course, he could tell that you were lying.
“try again…”
“what you mean?” you asked him a little confused.
“are you okay? is everything okay?” he asked again taking your hand into his own.
“yes…”
“you’re lying to me amor…” he whispered.
“it’s just…” you knew he wouldn’t understand. someone so handsome and hot like him wouldn’t understand what you were feeling “are you embarrassed?”
“about what?”
“about me damian” you said back maybe too harshly.
“what? no, why would you think that?” he was a little shocked.
“you don’t want us to go out in public together, you don’t post pictures of us together…hell, your friends don’t even know about my existence while all of my friends and family know about you! how do you think it makes me feel?” you didn’t want to cry but you couldn’t help it “it feels like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me…”
“what? mi vida no, why do you think that?” damian’s heart was hurting for what you just said “you said you wanted to keep it private and so we did…but i’m not ashamed of you, i love you so much y/n and you have no idea…”
“private doesn’t mean hidden damian…you never invite your friends over when i’m here, you never go out in public with me, it’s like i’m your secret and i don’t wanna feel like that…are you ashamed of me? because of what i look like?”
damian knew he fucked up something if those were your thoughts. he loved you more than anything and he thought he was good at showing it to you but apparently he wasn’t.
“look like what? amor, you are the most beautiful person ive ever met…” he said.
“but i’m not like them…you are not ashamed of posting pictures with them…”
“like them?” he wasn’t understanding.
“the other wrestlers…they are tall and skinny and thick at the same time and i know you like that…so why are you with me?” tears well falling from your eyes.
“no no no no baby, you’re talking nonsense. stop it please…” he was hurting for your words because to him, you were everything “i love you…i love you, i love your body, i love your face, your eyes, your lips, i love your heart, your kind heart and i love the way you make me feel” he stood up, taking you with him and placing you in front of the mirror “look at yourself baby…do you see what i see?”
“i see back fat, arm fat, rolls, double chin…i see how bad my face looks without makeup up, i see my flat ass and my big thighs…that’s what i see damian” you said.
“amor…i wish i could give you my eyes so you could see yourself the way i see you” he softly kissed your neck “te amo” he whispered “you mean so much to me and if you want me to post pictures of you, i’ll do it, i want the whole world to see how beautiful you are…i want the whole world to know how lucky i am to have the most beautiful person right by my side…”
“but why can’t i see those things?” you broke down, crying in damian’s arms.
he always knew you've been self conscious and he wanted to take all your fears and pain away but he knew he couldn’t.
“come here…” he slowly walked you to the bed “lay down…”
“what?” you whispered.
“trust me…” and so you did as he told you because you trusted him.
he slowly got on top of you. his hands reaching for your t-shirt.
“what are you doing?” you almost panicked when you felt his hands trying to remove your shirt.
“showing you how much i love you and your body mi amor…”
and so you let him, because you trust him.
you were left in your shorts while being half naked in front of him wasn’t helping your situation. there wasn’t anything sexual in what he was doing, kissing you from your jaw to your breast, from your chest to your soft belly “i love all of this y/n…i love your body because it keeps you healthy and alive…this is what matters to me” he continued kissing every part, every inch of your skin “and i’ll stay awake all night long to prove you that”
and so he did.
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struggling to survive netflix
series masterlist
rhys jones word of advice: DO NOT watch season 6 of drive to survive.
max jones-verstappen you watch that crap?
rhys jones i couldn't sleep, it dropped, so i watched it. worst mistake of my life.
rhys jones i can't believe i was at several races and ryan made it onto the show before me.
esteban ocon oh yes, i forgot about that.
isabella perez someone tell charles they made him out to be the villain.
natalia ruiz just like max in season 1.
charles leclerc i did nothing wrong all season but have shitty luck.
dulce perez monza.
charles leclerc i may have done one thing wrong.
rhys jones max went from being the formula 1 villain to being comedic relief.
max jones-verstappen i bet there was no mention of my win streak
isabella perez in the last fifteen minutes but only because christian mentioned it.
charles leclerc can i enter my villain era now?
pierre gasly do you even know what that is?
charles leclerc je t'emmerde connard
rowan todd WHITE HORSE?? CONEY ISLAND?? WITH MAE?? ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US??
daphne jones-ricciardo 😁😁
mae jones-verstappen 😁😁
isabella perez CONEY ISLAND?? YOU SANG CONEY ISLAND?
isabella perez THIS IS FUCKING WORSE THAN LOSING MIRRORBALL!!
max jones-verstappen to be fair i lost seven to fucking pittsburg of all places.
rhys jones jokes on you guys, my song still safe.
daphne jones-ricciardo and what song is that rhys?
rhys jones thug song
daphne jones-ricciardo of fucking course it is.
alex albon crossing my fingers for monologue song next!
george russell charles cried when daphne sang this is me trying as a surprise song. i have a picture of it.
bailey winters one could say you "have it printed out"
george russell hilarious bailey.
bailey winter this is why lewis decided to leave mercedes, because you're dry as fuck
george russell TOO SOON BAILEY!! TOO SOON!!
isabella perez sylvia just got me in trouble. apparently it's not good to speak out against netflix.
dulce perez i think it's more so because you spoke out in favor of a driver from a rival team and not that you spoke put again netflix.
natalia ruiz i didn't get in trouble?
charles leclerc it was probably the oscar part and not the netflix part
isabella perez i got told by fred that it was okay??? just no spilling company secrets.
carlos sainz she probably just doesn't like you.
isabella perez wow.
lando norris to be fair, you are quite annoying. i get it.
dulce perez only i get to call her annoying kermit the frog
lance stroll we should wait until the next season for more drama. that's when it'll be good because of a certain someone breaking f1 twitter.
lewis hamilton talking about me?
mick schumacher don't forget the secret contract lengths!
esteban ocon and silly season!!
freya vettel i was fully expecting them to make oscar and lando to look like enemies. they've done it before.
isabella perez we should make a drinking game out of dts!! anytime d*nica shows up on screen we take a shot.
zoya torres we'd end up blackout drunk.
george russell alternative, take a shot everytime will buxton says something funny.
max jones-verstappen or anytime they make teammates who get along look like enemies.
mae jones-verstappen you seriously still bitter about the daniel thing?
max jones-verstappen YES! WE WERE NEVER ENEMIES!!
esteban ocon netflix doesn't know that friendships and rivalries can exist on the same scale.
rowan todd doesn't help that pierre said, "we'll never be best friends."
rhys jones i'm surprised they haven't brought in the nepotism card yet.
mick schumacher they did.
rhys jones i avoid that episode to not cry and charles' episode in season 1
isabella perez oh, same! we're very emotional people. i also avoid daniel's episode in season 5. and i can't stand otmar.
oscar piastri mood.
esteban ocon same.
pierre gasly you're lucky you didn't have to work with the guy.
lance stroll welcome to the club
sebastian vettel any mention of my bee corner?
isabella perez no, and the people are upset. they wanted more of seb's buzzin' corner
logan sargeant he got the logan treatment, completely forgotten.
oscar piastri that's not funny mate.
alex albon lily and i are working on getting rid of his tendencies to degrade himself.
max jones-verstappen how's that working for you two so far?
alex albon not well as you can see
daphne jones-ricciardo we have a new set of grid parents!
daniel jones-ricciardo GO TO SLEEP!
daphne jones-ricciardo shh! i just got to episode 3.
fernando alonso my favorite episode is episode 1.
max jones-verstappen ARE ALL OF YOU WATCHING IT?
lewis hamilton i wanted to see how they foreshadowed my move to ferrari.
mae jones-verstappen daphne dragged me into this.
daphne jones-ricciardo LIAR! IT WAS YOUR IDEA!
george russell i wanted to see how i evolved through the season
max jones-verstappen i guess i should watch it.
daniel jones-ricciardo i promise you won't regret it.
12 hours later
max jones-verstappen you're a fucking liar daniel jones-ricciardo. i regret it so much.
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pushing my disliking for danica and otmar with this one. i still don’t understand why she was in season 6 of dts when she’s never driven an f1 car. i was thinking of doing a written part for the parts i made up but would anyone be interested in that?
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Belmont crest and colorrrrssss
I have a lot of thoughts and feels about the colors used in various versions of the Belmont crest in the netflix show, and how it fits into traditional heraldry. I have decided to make that everyone else's problem. So.
In Leon's portrait, we see him in a surcoat of white with the Belmont crest rendered in azure blue.
In traditional heraldry the "white" component of this would be synonymous with the metal silver/argent, as matte white was not a meaningful color choice and all colors had to be combined with a metal (silver or gold) rather than another color. Now, I know that in the Doylesian sense, this color choice was made because of Leon's original character design, which utilized different tradition imagery and had nothing to do with the Belmonts specifically:
But the text is what it is and the show gave us the first Belmont in an azure and argent version of the Belmon crest. Color meanings vary depending on your source, but azure typically referred to truth, loyalty, and unwavering morality. Morality is, of course, a construct--you can imagine that for the rebellious ex-church-knight Belmont it probably had some input from the bible but moreso was informed by his own oath--to "battle the night". Yeah, this gets made fun of--he's the dumbass who wants to fight an entire time of day--but we know what he means, ok. He's swearing to defend the daylight world against the things in the night that would harm it. He is defining his moral position going forward very specifically--he will uphold humanity and destroy that which would cause it harm. In a fic of mine he described it as representing the daylight sky, which given that he's a vampire in that fic carries even more poignancy, but even in the canon version it works, because that is the moral field he is aligning with.
Meanwhile argent/silver generally refers to purity, sincerity, and faith, which yeah, this is definitely a character who has purity of purpose. This combination of colors suits a vision of the Belmonts that served humanity unerringly, who had faith even when the church itself seemed flawed, who defined their morality by the divide between daylight and night and executed it with sincerity and dedication.
Fast forward to Trevor's time. The family has risen and fallen. At its height it was considered a great noble family--a warrior dynasty, as Alucard put it. Trevor's tunic and his armor both bear the crest in gold; once we're in the hold, we see that it's set against a deep burgundy in the official banners and standards.
Why the change? What does it mean? Red is obvious--it's the warrior side of them, the military might, the weight of generations of fighters and all the blood they've spilt. It's the most common color in heraldry because conflict and war were themselves so common, but the Belmonts (to our knowledge) weren't besieging neighboring Lords' territories. They defined themselves by their fight against the creatures of the night, defined themselves to the point that they became The Fight. The warrior is the largest part of their identity. In the same fic I had Trevor say that the red represented family to him, like bloodlines, which is not the traditional meaning--but given that nothing defined his family or his relationship with them as much as The Fight, I still think he was onto something. Additionally, red can carry the meaning of sacrifice and martyrdom, which also fucking fits, unfortunately.
As for the gold, usually this refers to faithfulness, nobility, constancy, and glory. On its own, it's a statement of those qualities--particularly nobility and faithfulness. Combined with warrior's red, the glory piece of it starts to assert itself. A family of martyrs and warriors, noble and glorious--that's how they saw themselves, anyway. The family had gotten so far up its own ass that it cared more about perpetuating those ideals and standards than it necessarily did about the original purpose and duty of its existence! Eventually Trevor re-finds that purpose, when he drops the cloak in Gresit and re-dedicates himself to protecting the people--but it's worth noting that the crest he displays in that moment is gold alone, without a specific colored field. The version of the Belmonts that defined themselves by the amount of blood they'd shed are dead and buried, their flags tattered; the one who survived has taken their steadfastness, their faithfulness and constancy and nobility, and managed to reconnect it to what they always should have been.
Which brings us full circle, back to Leon's portrait--because there's another crest, there.
Azure and gold. All the steady dedication of a long standing nobility--much less fragile than one man's personal purity of purpose--applied to moral defense of humanity and the daylight world, rather than simply to fighting and glory for its own sake. There's a reason this is the color scheme I plan for Leon to end up in, in my fic-verse, and is the one that I think may have been in between the other two, chronologically. It conveys all the Belmonts are meant to be and do, without reducing them to simply violence. They fight, not for the fight's sake, but to protect the people they've sworn to protect.
Anyway. Yeah. Uh, colors!
#castlevania#castlevania netflix#belmont stuff#trevor belmont#leon belmont#CoLoR tHeOrY~~~#heraldry#meta#eth blathers and everyone else suffers
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A couple things about Sonic Prime that disappointed me
1. Shadow was in almost the entire trailer, but showed up for 3 out of the 7 episodes
2. An action scene that lasted for three episodes. It got redundant
3. There was an entire plot point where Sonic was dying from the prism energy being taken from him. This took 3 minutes of screen time and the risk felt minimal if it was there at all
4. No consequences = no stakes (literally there was no issue or "sacrifice" that came out of repairing the prism. Idk what i was hoping for, but the fact that everything was so easily fixed kinda hurt my feelings because it made the entirety of season 2 seem completely pointless and dumb)
5. Shadow was super protective of Sonic in the first episode, but never showed that same "Would kill and die for you in a seconds notice" energy he had in that first episode
6. The chaos emerald is mentioned again but never used as a plot point. Chekov's Gun is fake, apparently
7. It's said that Sonic can't exist in the Shatterspace without prism energy, but Shadow never had it in the first place. There is no provided explanation as to why this makes sense. The closest thing was "shadow wasn't there during the blast" but that only explains why he doesn't have the energy, not why he doesn't need it to live like Sonic does (I assume the others have at least a signature of it too which is why they cloned and Shadow didn't. Again this is unexplained in Prime. What does the prism energy even do for/to the supporting cast)
8. Why are there only 7 episodes? Why do they take up so much time in one place?
9. Rouge and Shadow only had one line of dialogue (this isn't a genuine critique I just wanted to see my favorite duo be a duo)
10. Sonic's Prism "Super Form" doesn't come back. Shadow doesn't get anything like that either. Another dud Chekov Gun. Why is this dumb little anecdotal metaphorical firearm never firing
I really loved the new season, and it was great and super fun, but those critiques really ruined some things because those were all things I thought would be a guarantee because of the trailer and because of how the other seasons were.
Why would they even bother to mention the chaos emerald, and this weird void thing if it wasn't going to be essential to the plot other than being an excuse to sideline Shadow. They could have just as easily said that chaos energy is neutralized in cyberspace because it's not connected to the world/chaos/master emerald. That works too!
Plus, why was Shadow sidelined so much? What's the reason? Why wasn't he allowed to use chaos energy and go apeshit? Why couldn't he take off his inhibitor rings in a desperate situation to protect Sonic and be able to teleport into shatterspaces even at the expense of his health?
I know it's a TV-Y7 show. It honestly did not need to be, but I'm sure it was a Netflix mandate to make sure their animation is all meant for kids and only kids, but they really ended up nerfing themselves by alienating their more passionate audience which would be teenagers and adults. Just make it TV PG that would've allowed you to work with higher stakes and a higher budget (oh wait that's what Netflix's intention was nevermind).
If you wanna see me make a list of things I genuinely liked, feel free to ask or comment that. I might do so anyway. I feel like the internet is too negative and critiques of shows tend to do too much of that, so sorry for contributing to that culture, but I really needed to get that disappointment out because it bothered me quite a bit. Feel free to disagree too, or say "bro it's a kids show. It's not that deep. Stop having passion and emotions for your special interests you dumb fuck" I get it. Anyways, good show, good season, highly recommend, it's very fun and enjoyable especially if you're a fan of Sonic
Last minute edit: I only saw the season once and my sense of media literacy isn't by any means perfect, and also, to clarify, most of my concern isn't quite "these plot points are 1000% absent and terrible" and more "I thought the distribution between the action scene in episodes 4-7 and the rest of the season's story was very poor and made the content I was more excited for seem watered down/unplanned/super easily resolved". Again the part of the show where Sonic almost dies because of the prism energy withdrawal was about 3 minutes long. Why did it feel so low-stakes?? I love action scenes. They're great, but when you dedicate over 30 minutes to one long fight scene, it becomes less interesting and there's still MORE OF THE SHOW TO GET THROUGH so those parts got super rushed
#sonic#sonic prime season 3#sonic prime#sonic prime spoilers#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sth#breaking news: some random guy on the internet rants for an hour complaining about a kids show. never before seen live on television
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atla live action thoughts: season one review
first things first: anyone who says the Movie That Does Not Exist is better than the live action is straight-up lying. the shymalan film fails on the criteria of even being a decent movie, let alone an adaptation. the netflix series, for all its problems, is at least an enjoyable watch with great effects, music and (mostly) appropriate casting. there's absolutely nothing to compare here - the netflix version clears easily.
now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's delve into the series, starting with the positives.
the good:
visuals and cinematography. they really did a great job of making it feel like a fantasy universe you wanted to be in & i love how vibrant the saturation and colour grading was. it made the world feel so much more dynamic and alive instead of the same flat, boring dullness that so many movies and shows have these days. sometimes i didn't even mind that i was being fed obvious exposition because at least they were giving me something pretty to look at lmao
effects and action. the bending was surprisingly good for the most part, and they did a good job of making the elements feel unique through the stunt choreography and the actors' movements. i'm immensely thankful they didn't try to skimp on budget by merely cutting away from fight scenes or showing us as little as possible. almost all the action sequences were fast-paced and engaging, and i was never bored watching them
acting. the main four were all great, but gordon cormier and dallas liu have to be the standouts for me. gordon brings such an earnest, innocent sweetness to aang that you can't help but like him, and dallas plays all of zuko's facets perfectly: the angst, the explosive anger, the bratty snark, and especially the deep-rooted pain that characterizes so many of zuko's actions in book 1. the range he has, especially when flashing from younger to older zuko, was insane. special shoutout to maria zhang and sebastian amoruso as suki and jet respectively, because they killed it
music. leaves from the vine instrumental had me tearbending and i love how they kept the iconic avatar theme while making it a little darker for this iteration of the story. in general, the soundtrack felt very true to the animation while still being a fresh spin on it
zuko and iroh's relationship and expanding on zuko's crew. i think the fandom universally agrees that lu ten's funeral and zuko's crew being the 41st division were the best changes in the series, so i'm not going to talk about it further other than to say that these scenes show me what the show can be, and that's why i'm not giving up on it
the bad:
characterization. almost all the main characters are missing the little nuances that made them so great in the original, but the greatest casualty is katara. i hate that they took away so much of her rage, and gave many of her traits and struggles to sokka. i don't think this is a problem solely with the writing though, because certain lines do feel like things animated katara would say, but the directing and line delivery don't have the same punch that made her so fierce in the original. this is an easily fixed issue though, so i hope they take the criticism and let my girl be angry and fuck shit up next season
exposition. this was primarily a problem in depicting aang's personality and the relationship between the gaang, because a) why are you TELLING me that aang is mischievous and fun-loving instead of just showing me and b) the gaang do NOT feel like close friends, mostly because they spend so much time apart in every episode that they have little screentime to actually bond and develop intimacy.
lack of focus on the intricacies of bending. for a show whose tagline is "master your element" the characters spend very little time actually... mastering their element. zuko is never shown to struggle with firebending (which is going to have ramifications when it comes to developing his relationship with azula), and neither aang nor katara ever learn waterbending from a master throughout the the entire show. i'm pretty sure aang never willingly waterbends ONCE in the entire eight episodes, discounting the avatar state and koizilla. bending isn't just cool martial arts, it's closely linked to the philosophies and spirituality of each nation, and i wish that had been explored more.
pacing. they really needed to do a better job of conveying that time passed between episodes because an 8-episode season is just going to FEEL shorter than a 20-episode one. the original animation felt as though they'd truly been on a long journey before arriving at the north, but here it feels like the entire show happened in the span of a fortnight or so because each episode seemed to pick up right after the previous. they needed to have more downtime within episodes instead of just rushing from plot beat to plot beat because it made everything feel a lot more rushed. give the characters and story time to breathe.
final rating: 7/10.
overall, i would describe the live action as a better version of the percy jackson movies - not an accurate or perfect adaptation, but a decent story that's very fun to watch. but what really makes me root for this show to get a season 2 is that it has a lot of potential and more importantly, a lot of heart. it's evident that the people who worked on it do genuinely love and respect the original series, and it shows onscreen.
regardless of anything else, this show created opportunities for so many asian and indigenous actors, writers and creators to tell the kinds of stories and play the kinds of roles they don't usually get, and that's something worth supporting. if they take the criticism from this season and improve, i believe they really do have something special on their hands which - although it might not be the original we all know and love - could still be a story to be proud of.
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Things in Stranger Things season 4 (Volume 2) which did not make sense, were forgotten or simply pissed me off.
❗️Spoilers obviously❗️
The whole town was convinced that there was a cult going on and people got up looking for Eddie and seemingly the rest of Hellfire Club because they were convinced it was a cult. Did they just give up? They never showed up again. Also the parents didn't bring this up at the end when everyone was reunited.
Why did Mike believe that the painting was for him and El when he clearly read the letter that said Will was painting it for someone he likes. Additionally, how the fuck did Mike not notice his supposed "best friend" sobbing in the car right next to him? You can clearly see him look in Will's direction but he just doesn't do anything.
Is the police just... dead? Where are they? Why are they not actively going after Jason's crew
Where is Owen? Is he alive? Why did he say that he could get El back in Hawkins in 2 hours tops if the Cali crew said it would take all night to get back, was he gonna call a private jet or something??
Where is the military? They went to that lab and then were never heard of again.
When Nancy was Vecna'd, she was in the laboratory. Why???? She had nothing to do with that place. Why wasn't she robbed from facing her own fears and traumas at the start of volume 2? Also when she got stuck in front of those doors which were blocked off by planks, they were push doors. Why did she rip off all of those planks if she could've just pushed the door and crawled in between those planks. Maybe I'm getting something wrong here but that just seems like such a hard thing to miss while writing the script...
Why did only Jason and his buddy go to Lucas and Erica when he had a whole team? Were the other guys just watching tv?
Vecna survived being transported to another reality and being hit by lightening so much that his skin peeled off, but can't handle Steve and Robin throwing a molotov at him? Or a shotgun? Really?
Did they leave Eddie's body in the upside down? Why is nobody mourning him besides his uncle and Dustin? I thought Mike, Lucas, Steve, Nancy, Robin and even Erica cared.
So El can bring people back from the dead now? That's not telekinesis, that's Mary Sue magic. What's next? She can share her powers with anyone she wants and then they can make people fly with the jerk of a wrist?
We still don't know why the upside down is stuck on the moment Will was taken. With the way this was brought up in volume 1 it really seemed like this would be answered in volume 2. But of course not, because Will Byers just kept getting sidelined in every way possible.
How come it was leaked that 5 people would die in volume 2 but the only important characters who died were Brenner (papa) and Eddie. Max died but she was brought back to life because apparently Eleven can do that now. That's not 5 is it? Or did they count the people in that helicopter who were trying to shoot Eleven?
Were we supposed to care about Brenner's death???? With how the cemra kept focusing so much on him? I was glad to watch him go!!
The timeskip of 2 full days in the middle of the climax???? Wtf was that??????
Mike being a complete asshole to Will these past 2 seasons was just for no reason then? He is JUST an asshole??
Were Robin, Nancy and Steve just choking on those vines for like 15 minutes or was the time where Eleven struck Vecna actually a lot shorter than that?
They actually forgot Will's birthday, I hoped they were just joking but they really forgot. He was the only character with a canon birthday within the series (until they talked about Dustin's) but clearly they care so little about Will that his entire existence is forgotten.
Wasn't the upside down toxic? Why is everyone just fine inhaling the shit?
The queerbait. No, gay people didn't bait themselves. Netflix, the Duffers, and the actors were actively promoting Byler and hyping up Will's sexuality when in reality Byler is just doomed, not just as a romance but as friendship as well. And Will did not explicitly come out to anyone. People are STILL in denial that he's gay and that's exactly why you make characters come out instead of keeping it "up to interpretation wink wink"
Will calling Mike the heart of their group yet Mike's the one who broke their party up the most.
Mike saying he instantly fell in love with Eleven when they met, as if he didn't tell her to shut up, go away and stop being weird back then.
Mike saying his life started on the day he met Eleven, the same day Will went missing, in his face. When Mike said before that the best thing he had ever done was befriend Will in kindergarten.
So did Vecna create the Mind Flayer or did it already exist? Cause if Vecna created it that's so goddamn lame and it adds no new mystery.
The continuous stereotypes and suffering/deaths of outcasts, poor people, queer people and people of color. One black character plays basketball and the other is a sassy one-liner. The brown guy is a funny weed man with barely to no relevancy to the plot. One lesbian gets a lazy background ship with a girl who is an exact copy of herself and the gay character is living in a painful unrequited love story and used as fuel for the main straight couple, without even being given a canon coming out scene. All this while the straight couples get together and have tons of moments together. Eddie who is poor, is seen as a cultist, dies and nobody besides 2 people mourn his death. Max, another poor character who had already lived through trauma and abuse, dies, gets brought back to life, is now comatose, probably crippled, and maybe permanently blind.
Will's endless suffering. He just can't ever be happy can he? Wtf is wrong with the writers...
Did the Russian crew just end up at Hoppers cabin like that in 2 days? No problems whatsoever? Wow that's convenient.
Hopper hugs Mike but not his new stepsons?
Not one, not two, but three jokes about Hopper once having been fat because he's lost weight in the prison.
Comments had some great additions and I came up with some more too so here's more:
Nobody showed up to Lucas' game when he had a very valid reason to want to play, and it was never brought up again. They all stood him up.
Eddie's death was so rushed and predictable. I saw it coming as soon as he said his whole "I'm a coward I run away I'm not a hero" speech. It's typical "I'm a coward so I'll die a hero" foreshadowing which is overused and just horrible. And in the end he didn't even save anyone, it was completely unnecessary. Eddie deserved to live.
Eleven not being able to win the final fight until she got validation from her boyfriend. Why was she not allowed to do this by herself?
The military watching the pizza van drive off and then do nothing about it? I thought they were experts at tracing and tracking, but nope, they just gave up after Eleven escaped the underground lab.
Just the Cali crew being sidelined so much when they once were such interesting characters (besides Argyle)
Steve saying he always loved Nancy and never moved on despite him telling Robin in season 3 that he didn't like her anymore. Let Steve move on and stop having Nancy jump from boy to boy, hurting them both in the process.
Just a nitpick but the sound design was so overly dramatic at times? Like Brenner LITERALLY snapped a pencil and the sound design was like ☄️💥🔥
Tell me what I missed cause I'd love to add it on this shit list.
#the disappointment i feel#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things volume 2#stranger things spoilers#st 4 vol 2#st 4#will byers#mike wheeler#nancy wheeler#jim hopper#eleven#el hopper#max mayfield#byler#long post#my post
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how are people deluding themselves that the six of crows spinoff could have in any way shape or form been faithful to the books. it's already so ridiculous how they were like "guys sorry shadow and bone season 2 sucks BUT if you want us to make a six of crows show that we promise will actually be good then we need renewal!!!!" like first of all why would we trust you to make a good six of crows show after this and second of all. the existence of shadow and bone netflix makes a good six of crows adaptation impossible anyway! the casting is not good (no matter how much you try to convince yourself that 30-year-old, able-bodied freddy carter is the perfect kaz brekker), and they used up all of the meaningful scenes from six of crows and crooked kingdom as surface level throwaway moments in season 2. i don't know how people can't see that the end of shadow and bone season 2 did NOT in any way set up the story ready for the ice court heist. why would inej even need to participate in the heist now? she's free she is killing slavers on a pirate ship that was her ENDING at the end of crooked kingdom. wylan and jesper are already together and happy so there's no reason for jesper to join the heist out of misplaced love and loyalty to kaz, and he could get money to pay off his gambling debts from smaller jobs in ketterdam. we already saw kaz's entire backstory and he already GOT REVENGE ON PEKKA ROLLINS. that is literally his primary motivation for the entire duology so why would he now go on a ridiculously dangerous and near-impossible heist when he got what he wanted already and the money doesn't matter to him anymore. and nina only wanted to do the heist in the first place to help get matthias out of hellgate, but if nobody else needs or wants to do anything about it what the hell would be the point. in conclusion it's good that they didn't get to make a six of crows spin off show because it would have fucking sucked! just reread the books
#anti sab#afraid to tag this kind of#got very cross while writing this and now ive calmed down#so it is a bit harsh#and also i havent reread the books in a while so i might have gotten stuff wrong about what all the crows motivations were for the heist#but i stand by my point anyway#shadow and bone#six of crows
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more angst pls HSKSHDH i love the way you wrote angst shit and hurt my feelings. maybe for puli this time. like a really toxic christian who did not give a fuck about reader’s feelings because fame gets into his head and a naive reader who just wants to be loved by him 😭
i just miss you
pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
TW: none
A/N: thank u bff! this isn’t too angsty (i’m working on a very angsty one rn. should be posted soon 🙂)
You’d been dating since you were both 18, and when Christian got picked to play for Chelsea, you moved overseas with him.
Lately he’s been intolerable, acting like you don’t exist anymore. He doesn’t even acknowledge you. He never plans anything with you. It’s always about the team.
Now you just feel like a burden on him. You can’t stand his attitude, and it is absolutely killing you.
You walked into the living room to see Christian sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok. You sat down next to him.
“Hey Chris. Can we talk?” You asked as Christian looked up from his phone for a split second.
“What’s up?” He turned his attention back to TikTok, which led you to sigh.
“You know what, nevermind. You’re not even paying attention” You stood up and walked to the kitchen, which caused Christian to put his phone down and chase after you.
“Sorry, Y/n. You’ve got my attention. What’s wrong?”
“You don’t see it? Chris, we’ve changed. I get you’re committed to your team, but you completely abandon me whenever you have events. Hell, you don’t even ask me to accompany you”
“I didn’t think you’d want to join” He shrugged.
“Well maybe if you asked, you would know that I did want to go with you! Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my boyfriend of 6 years?” Your tone got a bit loud, so you attempted to lower it as you finished speaking.
Christian stared at you as he leaned against the counter next to you.
“Do you want me to take you to every game?” He wasn’t fully getting what you were trying to say.
“Oh my god you’re not understanding!” You shouted as you rubbed your hands across your face.
“This isn’t about football, Christian! It’s about the fact that you never spend time with me unless it involves football. I miss going on dates. I miss just staying in and watching movies with you all night. I just miss you, Chris, but you don’t see that” Your eyes began to fill with tears.
Christian put his hand on top of yours in attempt to help you calm down. You took in a deep breath.
“Shit, Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you felt like that.” His voice was soft and soothing, just like it usually was, but it still brought a little comfort.
“I’ll try to make more time for you, for us, princess” He grabbed you into a hug and whispered sweet things in your ear until your emotions finally settled.
When he pulled away from you, you gave him a weak smile before standing up straight.
“Let’s order some food.” He suggested before he picked you up and carried you to the couch.
You both watched Netflix while you ate burgers and fries on the couch. Christian pulled you close and wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. You sighed as he kissed your neck.
After another kiss along your jaw line, Christian pulled away to admire you as you laid in his arms.
He gently grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“I love you, Y/n” He whispered to you.
A lump formed in your throat as you smiled and squeezed his hand tighter.
He hadn’t said those words in months, and to finally hear them meant everything to you.
“I love you too, Christian” You smiled at him and he brought you into another kiss.
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Christian kept his promise to you. You followed Christian around everywhere now. You went with him to all of his games, you accompanied him to events and he even took you out at least twice a week.
And they weren’t spur of the moment or hastily planned outings either. They were thoroughly planned dates.
Christian still tried to work around his schedule, though. He’d plan things around his trainings & games, just for you.
His goal was to keep you happy, and he did just that. Every day was special because you spent it with him.
#✎ natalie writes#christian pulisic#christian pulisic angst#christian pulisic fluff#christian pulisic x reader#christian pulisic x y/n#christian pulisic x you#christian pulisic fanfic#christian pulisic imagine
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The Show Must Go On episode review (Hazbin Hotel S1 finale)
The finale of season 1 of Hazbin Hotel. MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW! Also long post warning
Did the title of the episode strangely remind anyone else of the failed videogame “Showdown Bandit”? Anyone?
Charlie wishing her mom was there. Likely foreshadowing her appearing near the end.
Charlie really likes a man in uniform. Maybe take some notes on that Vaggie XD.
Looks like we got a glimpse at how Niffy sees the world, which is apparently similar to Randy Cunningham when as the Ninja.
Again CHARLE=PURITY
I’m not liking how Pentious said that quote about living and dying.
During Al’s speech, you can see Charlie realizing that Pen likes Cherri and being happy for him. Charlie is Pen X Cherri shipper confirmed XD
Could Al be really starting to care about the others?
Angel X Husk and Pen X Cherri fanservice, Charlie liking the last one XD
Oh now Cherri is interested in Pen.
COME ON, KISS YOU TWO! YES!!!
Gross, Adam’s personality is rubbing off on Lute. Even Adam is getting uncomfortable with it and considering its Adam that’s saying something.
The Heaven Bucks things sounds really fake, mostly cause I feel like money doesn’t exist/is necessary for Heaven.
WHAT THE HECK ARE THOSE OUTFITS CHARLIE AND VAGGIE ARE WEARING!?! And why am I getting She-Ra/RWBY vibes from them? Also Charlie is wearing her crown, cute.
I’m intrigued by Charlie’s shield cause I was kind of expecting to see Charlie use her pitchfork along with it, but the shield is still a nice bit of symbolism for how she wants to protect people and not harm anyone…that much. It also shows that she and Vaggie are a great team/couple as Charlie is the defense while Vaggie is the offense.
My fellow DEATH BATTLE fans (which is hopefully a lot of you) get ready to analyze Charlie’s powers, skills, and feats in this fight!
Al’s shield being another feat of how powerful Alastor is, though I wonder if his recent deal with Charlie helped with it?
Aww come one Niffty finally has a chance to go all psycho and all we see is her just stabbing corpses!
While Charlie’s crown is black on the outside, its gold on the inside/other side. Not only do I think this is a Dante’s Inferno reference (it reminds me of the hypocrites’ part but reversed) it also symbolizes how even though she is the daughter of the Devil, Charlie is still a good person.
Alastor’s using shadow jutsu!
OK I DID NOT SEE AL’S VOICE CHANGING after his cane got destroyed. At least this explains how those times I noticed his voiced changed in previous episodes.
Valentino was really saddened when Vox said seeing Alastor about to die was better then sex XD. It’s also funny cause there is a similar line in Netflix’s Castlevania series, which I could definitely see fans making parodies of soon.
Wait WTF is going on now with his voice? Ugh.
That’s our Charlie, even when in a war she is still apologizing. Also her glitter is WAY more effective than Dale Gribble’s pocket sand XD
Also if you slow down the scene enough, you can see that Charlie’s shield damaged and dented the angelic spear, meaning its likely made of something stronger then the angelic steel mentioned by Carmilla in “Hello Rosie”
Charlie shooting fireworks from her fingertips, a nice example of her powers AND a callback to the pilot.
NO NOT THE EGGBOIS! Luckily Angel finally used his secret set of arms to save one of them, we even get to hear his theme song.
And Pen X Cherri fans REJOICED! Also again showing how shallow Cherri can be.
Aww this can’t be goWHAT THE FUCK! I couldn’t even finish writing this sentence because of how fast Pen’s death was! I mean it was implied he was going to die but I thought it be more dramatic than that! Can the Helluva Boss writers at least do this for when they finally kill Striker, or have it happen in my episode idea where Moxxie and his father in law do it?
OOO ITS TIME FOR CHALIE’S DEMON FORM. And in a Sailor Moon kind of way too.
WAIT THAT’S IT? It’s just her regular horns and a tail. The writers really need to amp up these “full demon” forms of the characters as this, Ozzie’s, and Mammon’s forms have been really disappointing to me especially when compared to Stolas and even Helsa’s odd form from the pilot. I hope that this is some kind of semi form or one of many transformations of Charlie’s, and her REAL demon form is something more monstrous but it results in her losing control.
I do like Razzle and Dazzle being dragons, as I did recall them having such a power but this is better than what I was thinking they’d transform into.
DAZZLE NO! At least he died protecting Charlie.
VAGGIE VS. LUTE ROUND 2 (ding ding sound effect from episode)
(Adam slaps Charlie) Again we need fanart of Lucifer and Lilith kicking Adam’s ass.
So a part of me likes that Vaggie spared Lute cause it shows she is better than the so called “angel”, but a part of me knows this is going to bite back later on.
Lute riping her own arm off just proves the previous statement. Still I wonder what a cyborg angel will be like.
You can control fire and shoot fireworks from your fingers, you these things to make Adam let go of you Charlie!
SO Adam is wearing a mask, like I brought up before. I wonder what he looks like under it.
I’m not mad at Lucifer coming in late, cause he likely couldn’t as he probably realized it would just lead to more problems involving Heaven, but again he shows that he is the best dad so far in the series by coming in to save Charlie. Take notes Stolas!
Huh, Adam looks pretty normal looking, even looks a bit like Lute. I was expecting something really ugly under the mask like a pale complexion, sweat, and an unshaven face especially since he has worm that the entire time we have seen him.
OH HO now were getting that Adam ass kicking. Too bad that line from Lucifer kind of ruined it. I mean I can kind of see it being on brand with his goofy personality but still.
Again no one is saying Lilith’s name here. Also I know Lucifer is likely joking about him and Eve being together and just referencing the apple, but I really want to hear Lucifer say he’s only been with Lilith for all his life, then took a break after the divorce.
“NOT THE HOTEL”, is what I would be saying if the trading cards weren’t released early. Still devastating to see.
Like when Adam was choking her, Charlie had the means to save herself there as she is confirmed to have wings. Maybe their waiting for a special occasion to use them.
(Charlie transforms) What was that? At least this confirms that Charlie can transform and confirm that hoove/foot idea I brought up in the last review. I wonder if this is some kind of power from her mother?
Okay Lucifer’s demon form is pretty good. This does make me wonder what that shadow thing of his form the pilot is, if that is still canon. Hopefully it is and it confirms that Charlie can have multiple demon forms.
Holy crap they killed Adam off and Death by Niffy no less! I mean I wanted Adam and Lute to get out of the picture so someone better could take the role of angelic antagonist, but I never thought they would just kill Adam off. At least Vaggie is really happy about this, and I don’t blame her XD. It’s nice to see her smile like this.
Again we see that Lucifer has restraint, which is still interesting.
Lute took his halo. I sense some trouble coming from this. Fingers crossed that it involves how Heaven is okay with Adam being gone, and Lute becoming the thing she hates to destroy Hell AND the “traitors” of Heaven.
I’m still mix on Katie Killjoy being voiced by Brandon. It is making me wonder if Katie was always going to be like this or if they’re altering her to be more like Brandon’s female characters like Bryce. I mean I always though Katie would have a role where she just keeps spreading bad things about Charlie’s hotel, even making things up/ hire others to cause trouble for Charlie so the news can keep reporting on her. Heck she is even thanking them which I never saw pilot Katie never doing through she could be doing it to save face on livestream television. It’s still a funny idea and it has even remined me that there was a time in animation where shows had reoccurring characters whose main thing about them was being obvious references to other fictional or even real characters like Total Drama had characters such as Harold being a Napoleon Dynamite parody and Anne Maria referencing Snooki, Dr. Orpheus from the Venture Bros. was a cheap Dr. Strange knockoff (but still really funny), and there is one character in Atop the 4th Wall that I won’t spoil here cause it’s that crazy, so check it out for yourselves when you can.
Another cameo of Baxter and ARACKNISS!
I also wonder if the Exterminations will be put to a halt here as pointed out in the sliding text on the news channel. It would be interesting to see if Hell really does have an overpopulation problem, and what that would look like.
I’m surprised the V’s aren’t reacting to this more, more so with Vox but it’s likely that he saw the fight with Adam and Alastor and now has a plan on destroying Alastor. That would be cool to see in the next season.
THANK GOD FAT NUGGETS SURIVED! I think VIvzie would have had a riot on her hands if she allowed him to die.
Lucifer said the episode title!
So it looks like Alastor DID care for the others, but now he is dedicated to getting his freedom back from what I still think could be the Lilith imposter who will also be an upcoming deadly force/threat
KeeKee has a Keyblade form!
Yeah Vox and Val are definitely going to use this news for personal gain. The real question is if Velvette will aid them, as her recording them say all this feels like she will try and go out on her own, dragging her allies down in the process. Fitting given her song from “Scrambled Eggs”.
Nice song, great that both Sir Pentious AND Dazzle got memorials, and the new hotel looks amazing as it has a little bit of symbolism from all the others like Husk’s casino vibe and Angel’s career.
PEN IS IN HEAVEN! Emily is loving it while Sera looks confused and scared, BOTH cause she has never saw this happen before or knows that this will kick off some serious consequences like a version of the Armageddon prediction. This is great as now even if the recent fan theory of Emily becoming a fallen angel happens, Charlie now has another ally in Heaven to help spread her redemption plan on that side of things, great for what I can see happening in the next season.
Oh hey everyone its “Lilith”. Yeah I still believe in the “Imposter Lilith” theory that I’ve been talking about lately, and the sunglasses bit adds to it since it is hiding her eyes, like how her face was covered in “Dad Beat Dad”. Plus there have been many times in stories where sunglasses were used to hide something in fiction. Also in the past, we’ve gotten info on her saying how she would like to fight against Heaven, so its odd that she would want sanctuary in it unless she has plans that involve her being there. The biggest clue would have to be that the real Lilith would likely have cheered when she heard Adam was dead. I did talk about how the Imposter could likely want to destroy everything, so for all we know she is pretending to be Lilith who wanted sanctuary in Heaven (if they even know she is there) which is all just a ruse to get info on how to destroy Heaven to fulfill her life’s work and if anything ever happens, the Imposter can rely on her servant Lute and the Exorcist to aid her.
I will admit that it COULD be the real Lilith. I did make a recent post on my Tumblr going over how I think Lilith actually recruited the Imposter to help her take down Heaven a peg a long item ago, but she eventually realized the Imposter had bigger plans that involved destroying everything in existence and Lilith has since been trying to stop the Imposter. At one point things could have gotten so bad to a point that she had to hide in Heaven (again if they even know she is there) until she thought of a plan to stop it like having Lute work for her (again maybe Al works for the Imposter) and similar to what I have in my “Season 1 is a test for Charlie” Lilith knew Adam wasn’t up for the task of defending everyone from the Imposter, so she had to install Lute as leader of the Exorcist so there would be at least a small capable army to fight against the Imposter/upcoming threat if things got bad. However now that Charlie’s redemption plan is getting more support and is proven to be true, Lilith could be scared that the Imposter could go after her and Lucifer next, so I think next season she will try and convince Charlie to stop her goals until they have a plan of stopping the Imposter. Maybe since she made a deal with Lute, she has no choice but to stop Charlie or risk losing the one chance they have at saving everything from the Imposter…until she learns that her daughter was able to make an army to stop the Exorcist which could lead to Lilith changing her mind and maybe think that Heaven and Hell should work together to stop the Imposter/big threat. Even then there could be consequences as we don’t know what exactly happens if a deal with a demon is ever broken. Would said demon die or would the natural of the forces of the universe go crazy until something happens? For any non Percy Jackson fans and those that don’t care about spoilers for it, look up “Trials of Apollo” and “River Styx” to get an understanding of what I mean by broken deals.
That was a GREAT episode AND a great finale for the first season of Hazbin Hotel.
We got tons of action, drama, suspense, fanservice, and mystery just like how I like my shows. The finale was really good cause its on track for what I’ve been saying I would like to see Charlie go through when it comes to the next step of trying to convince the people of Heaven and Hell her redemption plan is a good thing in general for the afterlife.
The only minor problems I have with it is that they didn’t utilize Niffty as much as I thought they would in the battle.
When it comes to the season as a whole it was great, with episode 4 being the worst as we all knew those events were coming but thanks to Helluva Boss it was made less serious to me.
I also agree with other fans that biggest problem the season had was that there should have been more episodes. I mean people know how popular Hazbin Hotel AND Helluva Boss is so it’s a bit odd that they didn’t get more then 8 episodes, especially since they aren’t the usual hour long episodes that are everywhere. Not to mention how half the season came out all at once here on Amazon Prime.
Apparently this is a big problem with Amazon Prime shows in general, BUT luckily given how well received the whole season has been (wordplay pun not intended), I’m hopeful that this will convince the people at A24 and Prime to give Vivzie and the HH cast more funding to make MORE episodes for next season, like maybe 14 this time. Sure this could delay the release of season 2, which is apparently already being made, but I bet I’m not alone when I say I’d be okay with such a delay if it means more Hazbin Hotel.
Hopefully next season though there are less trailers and clips released, another reason why there should be more episodes to help dimmish such things, AND if there is another early release on A24 it should just be like 2 days before the season comes on Amazon Prime and NOT a whole week.
I’m also calling it now that the season 2 episode premiere of Hazbin Hotel will start with a news segment with Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench recapping some of the events of last season and telling us what has happened to both the characters and Hell/Heaven since the finale. I also predict that Lilith, whether the real one or the Imposter posing as her, will appear at the end of said episode starting off that season’s main story.
I definitely want to hear your thoughts on not only this episode, but also on the entire season so don’t be shy. What do you think/hope will happen in season 2? What kind of episodes or stories would you like to see in the next season? What theories do you have?
LET ME HEAR IT!!!
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Ask Compilation Because We Are TIRED.
@azzythestupid:
Last night i tried having a dream about radioapple via looking through all your radioapple asks on here
I had a dream about blitzø and striker somehow
Anonymous:
Been watching Taylor Tomlinson's Netflix comedy specials and she has this joke where she talks about how growing up religious made her weird in many ways, one of which was masturbating wrong for her entire adult life. She goes on to explain that because her youth group was told that masturbation itself isn't a sin, it's the lust in your heart when you're doing it, she decided she could masturbate as long as she kept her mind totally blank except for "road trip thoughts (almost there, making good time)." Anyway that's Vaggie to me hjhjhb
@azzythestupid:
Ay did you answer my ask abt the "au where hh characters are in the place of hb characters"? If you did can you gimmie a link 2 it
@blaackbiird:
alla that little red Riding Hood ask but it's Hoodwinked
@xxx-angiedust
"creepy old guy" from beetlejuice but someone for me it's literal
'gum disease' which alastor canonically has black gums from a lack of hygeine iirc
also i love beetlejuice too i would marry him or alastor fr
Anonymous asked:
Since when did the cannibal colony get tumblr?!?!
Anonymous asked:
Blood and cannibalism? Who started this??
-Alastors dick
Anonymous asked:
huskers-bar mom has got it going on~
Anonymous asked:
How Alastor hasn't given himself chronic wasting disease is a mystery beyond anyone's understanding. Either human or as a deer demon, he shows no signs of having gotten a torturous existence via prion.
xxx-angiedust asked:
if gay people don't exist, how are you this popular?
checkmate liberals
Anonymous asked:
Oh, they look good!
-Alastors dick
Anonymous asked:
I know where Eve went.
She was turned into a rubber duck!
Anonymous asked:
Oh! I've found it!
-Alastors dick
Anonymous asked:
B-b-bingus cursed alastor cat
Anonymous asked:
I feel devious, like I'm a little rat scurrying around when I leave a message in a blogs inbox anonymously and they only know me by some goofy ass name I thought up.
-Alastors dick
Anonymous asked:
I just got sent the something anonymously and now I must send it here.
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, let me know-
-Alastors dick
Anonymous asked:
I know you know who I am, I'm just hiding from the other people on this blog. It's like the confessionals, you see.
*thump* *bleat* *thump* is canon????
-Alastors dick
I usually hate swifties because of a expierence but ill make an exeption for you cursed mod
-😋
Anonymous asked:
Hii! How are you this hellish morning/day/evening/night ? :>
Love how you and huskers-bar have a ship name now😂
-🦋
Anonymous asked:
Just to piggyback off angeldust never forgiving Valentino and redemption/ forgiveness, I once had a pastor tell me that if I was unable to forgive someone who hurt me badly, then it was ok to just forgive myself for not forgiving my abuser. Forgiveness can come in many different forms and part of redemption is forgiving yourself
Anonymous asked:
wsg
im the person that did an ask on the charlie x al and on how i let my friend used my acc
lemme tell u smth
I WANNA FUCKING DIE THIS FURRY ASS SHIT KEEPS APPEARING ON MY FYP
AND I FEEL SO BAD FOR VAGGIE😭😭
love u btw
muah🥰🥰
xxx-angiedust asked:
"why does everyone suddenly wanna get cartoon characters pregnant?"
i've been writing mpreg since i was 11
xxx-angiedust asked:
i need alastor's tentacles inside me
i need to ripped apart by them like rire in boyfriend to death
@fujillamaparadise asked:
Alastor + Loki = ??????
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this is me trying iii (rooster x reader)
masterlist
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader
synopsis: bradley bradshaw has always been the bane of your existence... and you wouldn't go as far as saying he's the object of all your desires, but he's most certainly become your rock in the storm you're weathering as you try to navigate the murky waters known as your future. poetic ramblings aside, you're determined to make it up to him and take charge of your life for once. if only he'd pick up the damn phone...
warnings: 18+ ONLY, detailed description of a panic attack, explicit language, mentions of alcohol consumption, explicit sexual activity (piv, oral f recieving), angst, realizations, talk about therapy, happy ending <3
note: as always, so much love to seasonsbloom and gretagerwigsmuse for beta-ing, supporting, dealing with my insanity. I wouldn't be posting my writing without them, let alone have created this series, so please give them some well deserved love
Your laptop remains closed on the coffee table, taunting you right where you left it after that phone call. It’s been impossible for you to muster up the courage to open it, let alone investigate the unread emails collecting dust in your inbox. You know they most likely carry sage advice and words of affirmation from the colleagues and professors you reached out to last week, but you’re completely overwhelmed with a wave of self-consciousness, almost embarrassed that you contacted them and did grad school research. It feels like your anxiety has shut down all the hope you had for your future.
And the more you look back on that night, the more guilty you feel at the way you handled things with Bradley. It’s not like he explicitly said to you that you were destined for failure - it was more so the presumptuous tone he spoke with and his words lacking the usual energy he had when he was conversing with you. You felt like a burden, like you’d be stuck in this fucking town forever while he jetted off to be successful elsewhere, earning Medals of Honor and shacking up with pretty girls in dive bars. (You try not to think hard about why you’re so concerned with his dating escapades.)
Bradley had texted numerous times after you hung up on him. On that fateful terrible night, you ignored his messages purely out of spite, simply turning your phone off and distracting yourself with whatever film Netflix suggested to you until you drifted off into a dreamless sleep right on the couch. But by morning, the guilt settled in like a heavy fog - and by the time you clocked into work at Java and realized he wasn’t gracing the coffee shop with his presence, you weren’t sure if he wanted to hear from you.
You don’t know why it feels like a breakup. Not when you guys were just friends, just old rivals trying to have a fresh start, just two people with a lot of weight on their shoulders- okay. It might have started becoming a little more than friends to you. And you blame Bradley for being so wonderful, and kind, and thoughtful, and pretty. It’s like you saw a completely different side to him the past week, one you saw glimpses of back in undergrad but were too proud to try and investigate further, get a closer look at the wonderful man underneath. Now you regret not giving him a chance to explain, regret your biting words, regret thinking that he’d reverted back to the Bradley who used to rub his higher exam score in your face at the end of the semester.
Because he was so kind to you - taking you out for drinks and planning quality time with you and getting to know you and taking you on that hike. He fully honored his promise to make a fresh start with you. And you just threw it back in his face.
The guilt swarms you, and you feel more alone than ever now that you’re back at square one, still feeling overwhelmed thinking about your career and your future. You were supposed to be leisurely treading water, but you’re haunted by Bradley’s words swimming around you, taunting you, pulling you under the surface.
--
Everything comes crashing down on Thursday near the end of your shift. You’ve especially been on edge for the past few days, but something feels especially off right now: the acrid smell of burnt coffee hits your nostrils too sharply, the sound of the coffee bean grinder feels like you’re being knighted with a chainsaw over your head, and you’re hot, it’s so fucking hot in this stupid coffee shop and this stupid city and you can’t seem to cool down, can’t seem to catch your breath, can’t seem to slow down.
The moment the clock hits one, you’re shucking off your apron in a frenzy and just barely missing the hook you usually hang it on, sending a one word farewell to Britt and Todd before dashing out the door and towards your car. With shaking hands, you pull out your keys and blink rapidly, sensing an onslaught of waterworks the moment your ass hits the driver’s seat.
You haven’t had a panic attack in a while. In all honesty, you thought you forgot how to have them - but you realize now it feels like every little thing over the past few years has built up into a towering skyscraper that is not up to your mind’s building codes. And it’s all about to come tumbling down right now.
As predicted, the moment you slam the door shut the tears start to fall, and you start heaving for breath and wonder if you should maybe roll down the windows - if you’re willing to risk having other people hear your biggest fucking meltdown in favor of getting a little fresh air for yourself. Do you even deserve it right now? You’re not sure. All you know now is vibrating nerves and constricting lungs and wet cheeks and for some reason you don’t know if you can remember where you are-
Ground yourself with your five senses, you vaguely recall reading about on the internet - and you try to pull your head out from where it is, try to regulate your breathing enough to remember how this fucking grounding exercise is supposed to go.
5 things you can see. Easy enough - you open your eyes to count off your steering wheel, the silver Honda Civic parked in front of you, the old empty iced coffee in your cup holder, the traffic light at the intersection turning red, the bunny-shaped cloud in the sky.
4 things you can feel - the leather seat under you, the California sun warming up your skin, your nails digging into your palms (unclench, you consciously think), the tears sort of drying on your cheeks.
3 things you can hear. Cars on the street? A dog barking? Your breathing, which is slowing down now.
2 things you can smell. Coffee on your clothes. Your favorite car freshener from Bath and Body Works.
1 thing you can taste - matcha. Caramel and matcha, because you remember thinking about trying to craft the monstrosity and tasting it earlier, and somehow it still lingers. You force out a smile, thinking bitterly about whether you’ll get the chance to tell Bradley about it.
You’re not completely calm - not in the slightest. But you need to get out of here, get some air, and now that you’re physically stable, you finally start your car, roll the windows down, and drive.
--
At a stoplight, you have an epiphany and pull out your phone to search for directions on how to get to Sunset Cliffs Natural Park - perhaps a hike would do you some good. A small part of you worries about going on your own, but you’re somehow still feeling numb enough to ignore it.
Once you park your car and step out, you feel a cool breeze whip around you, soothing your hot skin and easing some of your worries. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses, you make your way down towards the trail, thankful you wore comfortable shoes to work. Twenty minutes later, you find yourself sitting down on a rock closer to the ocean, and you glance down at how far away the water looks.
And you think back to when there was a moment you weren’t grinding yourself down to the bone, to when you weren’t constantly itching to cross off the next thing off your to-do list, to when you weren’t so occupied with completing a project in hopes that it would secure you a ticket to a supposedly better career position - when you weren’t lost in the constant grind of a job that gave you no work-life balance whatsoever.
The sound of the ocean rushes into your ears, and you look out to try and pinpoint the farthest point a wave starts forming and follow its journey towards land, watch as the foam crashes down on the ocean before retreating back into deeper waters. And you feel like in some sense you’ve been a wave all along, and now you’re just drifting back out into open waters to let the current carry you elsewhere.
For the first time, you don’t wipe away the tears forming. You let them fall down, cascade down your cheeks and drip onto your shirt. The ocean breeze You feel chilly, your ass hurts, and you can’t believe you let yourself believe, for even a second, that there wasn’t more out there for you.
--
After returning to the guest house, you make a beeline for your computer, ignoring how sweaty the anxiety attack and walk made you and how desperately you wanted to shower the whole drive over here. You’re filled with a sense of determination - a genuine drive to make a plan for yourself, something you haven’t felt in ages.
First things first - you locate an email from Cam dating back to a month ago when you first settled here: therapists in San Diego, cognitive behavioral specialists and group therapy options for anxiety. It’s been on the back burner for long enough, and you resolve to ask Cam for more guidance, more support, more help because you’re realizing now you can’t shoulder the burden yourself.
After this, you turn your attention to the unread emails in response to career advice requests. Gradually, you sift through them and bookmark sites for grad school, creating an excel sheet just like you did back in undergrad when you were shortlisting all the companies you wanted to work at.
It feels cathartic - having a clean inbox and a new sheet of possibilities. But there's one more thing on your docket: you pull out your phone and unlock it, navigating to your chat history with Bradley. Your heart sinks slightly looking at the unanswered apology texts he sent, urging you to talk to him - but you swallow down the guilt and tap the call button, listening to the rings until you get his voicemail. You frown, furrowing your brow. Maybe he’s busy?
You elect to draft him a text message instead, hoping he’ll catch you later tonight. Hey, you type, pausing to ponder your next words. I’m sorry for how I left things and for not replying, just needed some time to think. Can you give me a call sometime?
After hitting send, you feel an urge to launch your phone across the room, but you fight it in hopes that he’ll reply right after, that he just missed your call by accident. But you don’t hear back from him that night. Or the next morning. You sent him another text around noon (Hope everything’s okay. We don’t have to talk, just at least let me know you’re alright) - but by the time evening rolls around, you’re wound tight and ready to explode. None of your messages look like they’ve even been delivered.
Did he fucking block you?
“Hey!” Cam calls out when you trudge into the house for dinner. “What’s up? You look like shit.”
You heave out a sigh and situate yourself on a barstool at the kitchen island, burying your face in your hands. “I feel like shit.”
They look up from where they’re chopping tomatoes and nod slightly in agreement. “Sounds about right. Rough day at work?”
You groan. “No. I sort of... blew up at Bradley earlier this week. I just wanted to call him to apologize but I think he’s blocked me or something.”
“Oh honey, I don’t think... he’d do that,” Cam attempts to reassure, setting a kitchen knife down and leveling you with an unreadable expression.
“Why not? I was a complete bitch to him, just went off on him because of one thing he said and I’d really like to apologize, but he’s making that a little difficult. I don’t even think any of my messages sent to him because none of them will deliver-”
“Bradley left,” Cam interrupts, their face morphing into one of deep sympathy. Your stomach drops, waiting for their next words, assuming the worst. “Nat told me they were going off for some mission. They’ll probably be back next week though-”
And your heart drops into your stomach, forming a pit. And you hear a faint buzzing in your ears - maybe that’s Cam saying your name? - but nothing seems to really register with you except for the fact that Bradley’s gone, and he never said goodbye and he didn’t even tell you and everyone kept saying this mission was life or death. If maybe you’d listened to him earlier when he’d called, maybe you could have instead said something encouraging, something inspiring, something to give him hope, something to make him want to come back for you. Not blown up at him for something you misconstrued as a taunting reminder of your failures.
You’re not sure if you’ll ever get the chance to share your grad school news with him, or apologize, or make him a matcha monstrosity, or hear him call you Buttercup with his mustache cocking upwards in that endearing half smile he always sends you.
What truly strikes a feeling of emptiness in you is the heavy, constant worry that you should be holding onto something - at first you think you’re missing your keys or your phone or your purse, but it dawns upon you later that all you want to feel is the comforting weight of his hand in yours.
--
You try your best to go about your regular schedule with a hazy mind - coffee shop in the morning, grad research and emails in the afternoon, a small solitude walk down by the beach after dinner with your friends. Over the weekend, you consider numbing the pain of not knowing with a couple (or three, or six) drinks down at the Hard Deck, but Bradley’s absence at the piano would surely be noticed no matter how much liquor you down. And you’re not sure if excessive alcohol and your anxiety are the best match at this moment.
The next Wednesday evening’s shenanigans consist of rosé and Notting Hill playing on the tv while you comb through Reddit and other forums for GRE overviews and timetables. You’re interrupted suddenly by a flurry of knocks at your door. Figuring Cam forgot their house key and didn’t want to bother texting, you heave yourself off the couch to open the door, not at all expecting to see Bradley on the other side of it. You freeze.
“Hi,” he breathes out. He’s wearing his signature blue jeans and a white tank with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt - the same outfit from when you first met almost a month ago (maybe a different shirt print, they all look the same to you). This time, you take the time to appreciate how fucking good he looks, how he fully manages to take your breath away, how you kind of want to reach out and poke his abs to make sure he’s real-
“Cam told me they told you about... Well, you know. We got in two nights ago. I uh.. Would’ve come earlier, but I think I crashed from all the adrenaline and shit. I think I ended up sleeping for about fourteen hours-”
This sends you into motion. You leave him on your front porch mid-sentence and dash a couple steps back into the guest house to grab a throw pillow from the indoor bench in the foyer (bless Cher for her furnishing skills, sponsored by HGTV).
With your plush weapon in hand, you stomp back over to him, where he looks as confused as ever before you start raining blows onto him with it. “Are - you - fucking - KIDDING - me?!” you grit out, punctuating each word with a hit from the pillow. Bradley’s holding up his hands to shield his body, and if he weren’t so caught off guard he probably would’ve had the bright idea to wrestle the offending object away from you. Maybe he also felt like he deserved it. “You go hop off on a mission without telling me! Without a heads up! And you come HERE,” - three hits in succession - “What the fuck, Bradley!”
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry!” Bradley cries out, finally reaching a hand to tear it away from you, holding it behind him just out of your reach. He finally looks up to meet your angry gaze and his confusion softens, melts into compassion and warms you up from the inside out.
Jesus Christ, you’re crying.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, slowly lowering his hand grasping the pillow. “I just... I didn’t want to make you worry. And I thought you were angry with me and I didn’t want to make things worse-”
“Right,” you whisper, closing your eyes and trying your hardest to find your breathing exercises to help regulate your rapidly increasing heart rate.
“I didn’t want to make you feel obligated,” he says quietly. “Believe me, I kept trying to remind myself of that, but as soon as I was up in the air-”
“Oh my god,” you groan and squeezing your eyes shut, remembering the gravity of the situation - life or death mission echoes through your head on repeat and you feel all the anxiety you had shoved down start bubbling up, all your muscles clenching-
“I’m here right now sweetheart,” he reaches out to grasp your hands - which you’d started unconsciously nervously wringing and squeezing together like a kitchen sponge - and he takes a step closer towards you. His right thumb is rubbing gentle circles over your pulse point, and it’s somehow doing a much better job at calming you down than those stupid exercises you got from the internet. You breathe him in - all woodsy and musky mixed with a hint of sunscreen and vanilla. “Is this okay?” he asks with bated breath.
You nod in an answer and at last, you open your eyes, finally agreeing with what your eyes were showing you, finally accepting the reality that he was standing there safe and sound in front of you, yet you’re still unable to find any words; even if you could, you’re not sure you possessed the energy to be able to sound them out.
“Can we go inside? We can sit down for this, maybe get you some water.”
Again, you nod, vocal chords still frozen. Bradley hums soothingly in acknowledgement, takes a soft hold of one of your wrists and leads you back into the house, makes sure to close and lock the door behind you. With his tangible presence and the grip of his fingers, you can feel your mind feel less fuzzy, more alert, more aware of Bradley gently pulling you towards the kitchen.
“Where do you keep your cups?” he asks finally, opening up a cupboard at random and wrinkling his forehead upon seeing an air fryer instead.
“I can make us some tea, I think,” you say, stepping around him to grab a couple kitschy cat mugs from the cupboard next to them. “Think some chamomile might do me some good.” He nods, moving to the side to let you take charge. You flip the electric kettle on and pull out tea bags and honey while the water heats up.
“I got your texts. Didn’t have access to our phones on the ship but uh... I’m sorry to have worried you,” he says sheepishly, leaning against the kitchen island with his hands in his pockets and you hum, not wanting to let on to the fact of how terrified you were (as if he didn’t already know, as if he didn’t see you completely freeze up and almost lose your mind at the actual sight of him).
The kettle clicks, and you reach over to pour the hot water into the mugs to steep the tea. “I just...” you start, and fiddle with the mugs, pushing one with a cartoon cat drinking coffee printed on it towards him along with the bear-shaped bottle. Bradley accepts with a small “thanks,” and then goes on to squeeze an egregious amount of honey into the mug, clinking the metal spoon loudly against the ceramic as he stirred. You raise an eyebrow, then shake off the judgment - a topic for later. (Seriously. That had to be, like, four tablespoons. Is he okay?).
“I wanted to apologize,” you say to him, and his eyes dart up to meet your determined gaze. “I think I - rather unfairly - lost my temper with you. I think that conversation just reminded me that I’m still sort of stuck in this limbo with my career, with my life being completely on hold. And I wrongly assumed that you were trying to let me down easy, that you had your own misgivings about me making my way out of here. I’m sorry.”
Bradley nods slowly with a furrowed brow, bringing his mug up to blow lightly over the surface of his drink before taking a tiny sip. “I think... I replayed our conversation in my head the entire night and I saw where you might have gotten that idea- I mean, first things first, I was just worried about the mission. And getting too close to you and leaving you here if things went south. I just didn’t want my whole shit with Maverick and the mission to get in the way of you finding yourself, because you’re just treading water, right?”
You’re silent for a minute, grasping your mug just a little bit tighter and choosing your next few words carefully. “That was the plan. But I think I’ve had... an epiphany, of sorts...” he nods, encouraging you to continue. “I was thinking about going back to school. I think… I love engineering, but I hated industry. So I thought maybe I could go back for my masters, PhD after, maybe become a professor. Or do research. I thought Caltech or Stanford would be amazing, since I’m starting to like the west coast now. And I’ve already reached out to some colleagues and professors who think it’s a good idea.”
A week ago, it felt silly to even say out loud. But here and now, with Bradley nodding encouragingly and with the hint of a smile on lips, you wonder why you always berate yourself for wanting to be open about your dreams.
“That sounds perfect for you, sweetheart. Are you… are you gonna go for it?”
You take a sip, ignoring the butterflies taking flight at the term of endearment. “I think so. I just... I don't know if I’m good enough for it. Plus, I’m not sure if being back in that environment would be good for me, especially being so much older going in. There’s a lot of shit I have to get through which is why...” you pause, wondering if you’re ready to admit this to him. “I’m looking at therapy. Cam had some suggestions for some San Diego specialists and I made some calls yesterday, but I’m trying to figure out where I might end up long term first.”
He nods slowly, puts his mug down, ponders the news you’ve just broken. At long last, he looks up at you. “I think that’s really great for you. And it means a lot to me that you felt comfortable enough to share that.”
You look down bashfully into your mug, trying to lose yourself in the steam trails rising up from the water. “You’re the first person I wanted to tell,” you admit and immediately cringe at how lame it must sound, how clingy you must seem for wanting to divulge all your future plans to him.
“That means the world to me,” he says softly, and you look up to see his serious, thoughtful expression. “I uh… I think that’s something I’m looking into now too. Therapy. I mean. I did some grief counseling when my mom passed away - wasn’t too big a fan of group sessions, never really liked talking in front of so many people about my crap. But the individual talks helped, just never really stuck with it when things got busy. And I figured I was okay until... this assignment, I guess. All the shit with Maverick - which, we’re okay now. But I think I have some doors I want to close. So... same boat, huh?”
You hum in acknowledgement, taking a few steps forward to lean against the countertop across from him.
“You don’t have to go into the details,” you say softly, swirling the tiny amount of tea remaining in your mug. “But... are you okay right now? After getting back?”
Bradley shrugs his shoulders. “Still feels like a dream. Sometimes I close my eyes and I find myself in the backseat of that F-14 trying to figure out the radio - but, again, I’ll be unpacking that in a more professional setting soon,” he sends you a crooked smile. “But ah... I feel terrible about not telling you-”
“Oh, that’s fine! I understand-” you interrupt, putting your mug down and waving him off, but he cuts you off again with further rambling, waving his arms around as he speaks.
“No, really, I do! I should’ve told you, and the moment we were on the home stretch and flying back I was thinking about what the hell I was going to say to you - oh, and I didn’t even mention that then morning of Jake said he patched things up with his girl and I was fucking pissed that Jake of all people managed to say goodbye but I was too much of a coward to do the same - and I’m just so sorry, sweetheart-”
You surge forward to cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a bruising, crushing kiss. Because fuck it if you’re not going to show him how much you don’t care that he didn’t say goodbye, that he didn’t even send a text because he’s here right now and it feels like everything’s all right.
Bradley kisses back with fervor, reaching around to press his hands on your lower back and pulling you into him, and you can’t get closer, can’t get enough of him, almost want to have your hands handcuffed around his neck so that you never have to let go. His lips are chapped but warm and they leave yours tingling with every brush together and he smells so fucking good, just as you remember from your hiking day and he tastes so fucking sweet because of all the honey he poured into his tea before (you really have to check with him later to see what kind of sweet tooth you’re signing up for).
Your hands travel upwards to tangle into his hair, tugging slightly and making him gasp into your mouth. He pulls away slightly to rest his forehead against yours - “Fuck,” he groans out your name - your real name - and you think you might explode because your name has never sounded so beautiful rolling off someone else’s tongue, and because the last time he said it he was breaking your heart and now here he is, holding you together, supporting your whole body now that you’ve gone completely weak kneed.
It’s certainly been a long time since you’d been kissed this fucking good, so you linger in the moment just a little bit longer, breathe in his cologne one last time. With your lips still tingling and your hands still tangled in his hair, you open your eyes to see his blissed out expression. His eyes are still shut, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath and he’s still fully holding you up - if he lets go, you’re sure to collapse in on yourself.
“Sorry,” you whisper, feeling a little bashful at having attacked him like that, but Bradley squeezes you tightly and presses his forehead into you.
“Don’t be, I’ve been... I’ve thought about that for a long time,” he smiles, and you huff out a laugh.
“Sure.”
“No, seriously! Even in college I was thinking about it-”
“What?” you interrupt, pulling away to look at him, aghast. “In college? You had a thing for me then?”
Bradley’s eyebrows raise so high you’re surprised they don’t shoot off his face. “Y-you’re kidding, right? I told you I was trying to impress you back then-”
“What, that’s supposed to mean you were into me?”
“Yeah!” he defends, pulling away further to look you straight in the eye. “I was totally into you! Why do you think I asked you to Formal?”
“To be an ass!” you tell him like it’s the most obvious answer in the world - and it is, because all you remember about that day was him coming up to you with a bouquet of buttercups and delivering what sounded like the most rehearsed speech you’d ever heard. It wasn’t like he’d ever indicated any interest in you before, so why would he even bother asking you?
Bradley looks annoyed now, if his mustache is any indication. “Buttercup, I... I don’t know what else I can say but Jesus Christ - I was into you. You just had so much integrity and dedication and you were so smart and so fucking pretty. I didn’t know how to talk to you then, and even after fifteen years, when I saw you in the bar and at the coffee shop I still managed to make a fool out of myself in front of the brightest fucking girl I’ve ever known-”
You cut him off again, unable to handle being apart from him and not being able to feel him and breathe him in and it’s cliche and way too fast but you’re so fucking sick of being stuck in your head all the time and second guessing every move you make. For once, you just want to be a girl standing in front of a boy and kissing the ever loving bejesus out of him because that’s all your mind is telling you.
Again, Bradley matches your intensity, pressing his mouth to you and this time lightly tracing your bottom lip with his tongue - the contrast between his soft mouth and the sharp bristles of his mustache and the feeling of his hot skin against yours makes wetness pool into your underwear, sends tingles throughout your body. You don’t think you’ve felt this crazy, this horny for a guy in fucking years.
Bradley’s gripping your hips tightly, and suddenly he’s steering you backwards towards the kitchen island, and when your back hits the edge of the countertop you ignore the pain and reach a hand back to steady yourself on the smooth surface, trying to maneuver hopping up on the granite without letting your slips disconnect from Bradley’s. You think you might explode if you ever stop kissing Bradley.
He pulls away slightly (kaboom, you mourn sadly), a smirk playing across his features. “May I?” he asks, sliding his hands down to the back of your legs, right below where your thighs meet the curve of your ass, and you nod quickly.
You’re surprised at how empty your head is, how easy it is for you to go with the flow and let Bradley give you the makeout session of your life. But you’re even more surprised at how easily he’s able to lift you onto the countertop, then subsequently situate himself between your knees, grab your face in his hands, and pull you in for another kiss.
Holy fucking shit if you don’t get this man’s clothes off him right now you’re going to explode. Again.
So you mindlessly let your hands trail to the collar of his Hawaiian shirt, gently nudging it off his shoulders, now letting your lips trail kisses down his jawline to his neck. Bradley starts to remove the button-down, then pauses. You freeze.
“You sure about this, honey?” he asks you, and you look up at him with a terrified expression, wondering if you’ve gone too far, hoping you can try to dig yourself out of this- but it’s like Bradley can see the fear strike in your eyes and he quickly backtracks. “I mean, do you want to do this?
“I don’t... I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more,” you confess in a whisper, nervously toying with the fabric of his shirt before pulling your fingers away. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”
Bradley shakes his head, placing a hand on your chin and tilting it upwards. “Let me rephrase: do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, and it’s so brazen and open and you’ve never heard someone ask you this openly for your consent, haven’t felt this comfortable with someone in so long, and without another thought you start nodding your head. “Use your words, sweetheart. Can I? I mean - do you?”
You gulp, closing your eyes and nodding again. “Yeah,” you breathe out, and the smile on Bradley’s face makes everything go away, makes your anxieties disappear. Suddenly he’s shedding his button-down and draping it over the barstool next to you, then shucking off his white undershirt and holy fucking shit he’s jacked, he’s tanned and muscled and you remember seeing this before, but the close up view is so much better than the memory from volleyball that you’ve replayed in your mind over and over -
“All good, Buttercup?” he’s smirking, leaning in to peck your lips and you roll your eyes and move to take off your old UVA t-shirt.
“If you call me Buttercup, I’m calling you Rooster,” you threaten between kisses, now fighting to take off your bra.
He laughs. “Sweetheart, I won’t complain if you call me Rooster in bed,” he reaches both hands around to bat your hands away and gently unhooks the stuck clasp. His hands, as warm as his gaze, slowly move down your body to return to your waist as you slide the straps off. Bradley’s eyes darken at your chest, his fingers dig into your skin. “Goddamn, Buttercup.”
“Shut up,” you say bashfully, glancing down at his beautifully sculpted chest, the deep lines of his abs, and the silver chain carrying his dog tags glinting in the kitchen light. You feel the nervousness settle in, feel incredibly shy being this exposed in front of him, being this naked in front of another person after a long time.
“It’s, uh...” you start, folding your arms over your chest. Your eyes dart around; you don’t want to look at him, don’t want him to see the scared glint in your eye, don’t want him to sense the nervousness boiling inside of you. You’re all up in your head again, thinking so much and suddenly he brings you back down again, just as easily as he always has.
“Hey,” he taps your hip with one finger and that grounds you a tad. Bradley’s voice is gravity, pulling you down from where your anxiety sent you, unpinching your tensed nerves one by one. “Tell me, honey.”
“I just... haven’t done this in a while,” you confess and you can barely hear yourself say it, the shame and anxiety buzzing loudly in your ears and drowning out everything. But Bradley doesn’t react with disgust or discomfort like your brain is preemptively warning you he will - instead, he looks up to meet your gaze with a soft, yet determined look.
He reaches up to softly brush your cheek, and you close your eyes to lean into his touch. “Sweetheart,” he tells you. “We don’t have to go any further. But let me take care of you. Get you out of your head for a bit,” his words shake you to your core and you feel another gush of wetness at the realization that he is wholly and entirely here for you.
You nod again, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his palm, and Bradley smiles at your gesture. “I want you to fuck me,” you admit, and you swear you see his eyes darken, pupils enlarging as he lets out a low groan.
“As you wish, Buttercup,” he replies and it sounds familiar, it sounds like straight from William Goldman’s novel and the Cary Elwes film and you resolve to ask him if that’s why he calls you that. “I think I’d much rather fuck you into your mattress, though,” he murmurs lowly, and you clench down on nothing, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
“Oh,” you hear yourself say, like you’re across the room - but you’re not. You’re with Bradley, and now he’s gently helping you hop off the island and kissing you fervently, letting you pull him towards your bedroom.
“Shorts,” he orders softly into your mouth and your brain short-circuits, wondering why the hell he’s bringing up the most useless numerical data type in programming until you realize he’s talking about your bottoms, about taking them off and exposing yourself further in front of him.
“O-okay,” you whisper and pull away slowly, hooking your fingers into the sides of your athletic shorts and pulling them down to pool on the floor, and then your step out of them wondering if there was a sexier way you could’ve gone about that. But Bradley’s eyes are locked onto your face and he’s smiling like he’s got everything he could ever want right in front of him and he’s steering you backwards to your bed. He then gently nudges you down to lay down on the mattress, following suit and kneeling down on the bed and hovering over you as he presses hard kisses down the side of your neck. Another hand reaches up to knead your breast, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple and you exhale shakily.
And your brain short circuits again when you feel his hardness pressing up against your cunt; the sizable bulge in his pants make you let out an involuntary moan. Bradley’s teeth come down on your neck and you can feel his mustache pressing against your neck as he smiles.
“Sweetheart, let me eat you out?” he asks. You freeze, thinking about whether you had ever been with a man who offered to eat you out before anything else, who wanted to make you cum first instead of jumping into jackrabbiting for a miserable five minutes and passing out right after. Bradley’s not like them. Not in the slightest. “Y-yeah. You can.”
He hums, hooks his index fingers into your underwear and attempts to slide them off after you lift your hips in an effort to help. “I mean, you really don’t have to, Bradley,” you say, feeling embarrassed once the cold air hits your core and you’re made aware of how your slick must look smeared across your folds and leaking down your thighs.
But in true Bradley fashion, he just raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, then trails a series of kisses down your stomach and presses his hands into your thighs. “I’d never turn down the chance to make you feel good. Relax, pretty girl,” he replies. And as you lock eyes with him between your legs, he hesitates for a moment - waits for a sign that you’re okay with this, that you want him to consume you.
Finally, you nod, and Bradley wastes no time diving in. He leans forward - the warmth of his breath on your wetness makes you shiver, and the laugh he huffs out sends another jolt up your spine. Impatiently, you raise your head to look at him and see what the hell’s got him so distracted, but suddenly he’s pressing his broad tongue against your folds and tracing a long line up towards your bundle of nerves and your head slams down against the mattress, a squeak leaving your lips. His mustache rubs hard against your skin, but the prickles feel so damn good and a part of you wonders what it’ll look like when he comes up with his facial hair soaked in your release.
“Taste so good, Buttercup,” he says and instinctively, your legs start to close in on his head but Bradley repositions his hands to the inside of your thighs. He pushes them further apart and keeps them separated long enough for him to lick another strip up your cunt and begin kitten licking your clit eagerly, excitedly, desperately. He alternates between flattening out his tongue and fashioning it into a point, and each motion sends a new wave of pleasure throughout your body, setting fire to your nerves and making you clench down on nothing.
Then, as if he can sense the emptiness, he removes his hand from its position on your left thigh. You realize just where he plans to settle it when you feel his palm on your stomach, thumb joining his tongue near your clit, and he starts circling it slightly while he shifts his tongue to move down to your opening. He’s slurping, it’s messy and loud and the brush of his mustache is adding an extra layer of pleasure. You're almost embarrassed at how wet this has made you but it doesn't matter because Bradley is diving in, pressing his tongue into you and coordinating the movements with his fingers.
“Bradley, fuck, it’s too much,” you tell him and he shakes his head, the movement making you clench.
“You can take it,” he replies, and you believe him as he continues his ministrations, continues fucking you with his tongue. “You sound so fucking pretty, honey,” he adds, and you suddenly realize that in addition to the slick sounds echoing out through the room, you’re whimpering, moaning, cursing out Bradley’s name and trying to make sense of what the hell is going on, how you're able to feel this much pleasure, how a man is this willing to make you lose your mind like this. And Bradley’s shaking his head, letting his tongue hit spots inside of you that you never knew existed and your back is arching off the bed, head pressing so hard into the mattress it hurts.
“Sweetheart, this feel good?” you vaguely hear him say, vaguely feel the vibrations of his words shake your core.
“Mmhmm,” you manage out, punctuating it with a gasp as he moves his fingers down to prod at your entrance slowly and slide through your folds easily. And it suddenly becomes too much, too good, too wonderful and you know it’s entirely because you haven’t been with someone (besides your vibrator) that’s this attuned to all your spots. With a cry, you feel the white-hot tell-tale sign of your high coming and you arch your back again, moving your hand down to grab Bradley’s head and push it into your core, almost grinding your cunt against his mouth and nose and fingers. He doesn’t cease his motions, doesn’t stop, just moans again into you and lets you ride out the wave. He reaches out his other hand to grasp your free hand where it’s fisting the bed sheets and squeezing comfortingly.
And suddenly, it’s quiet. You’re catching your breath. You’re holding his hand and he’s removed his face from your pussy, looking up at you carefully, gauging your response.
And once the nervous thoughts start rolling in your head, you banish the anxious ones and focus on telling him exactly what you want him to do. “Pants off, Bradshaw. I need you inside me,”
Bradley laughs, eye crinkles making their signature guest appearance and making you feel giddy. “Yes ma’am,” he chuckles and he stands up, then starts undoing his belt buckle and removing his pants and boxes in one fell swoop. He steps out of them just as you did with your shorts (huh, maybe you can look sexy doing it that way).
When you catch sight of his cock, your eyes widen, and you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to handle it. But he just smirks at your expression, takes note of your eyes on his cock, and settles down at your headboard to wait patiently for you to join him.
“Take your time, Buttercup,” he says, eyes full of mischief. “Or I’ll take care of it myself.”
You level a glare at him, finally mustering up the energy to sit up and crawl over to him. "I, uh... I have an IUD. And I'm clean. But I should have condoms in-," you start but Bradley cuts you off.
"Nah, I mean... I'm clean. Tested last month. I'm okay without if you are?" he asks and you nod, kissing him passionately and letting his tongue slip into your mouth as you position yourself over him.
You settle a knee on either side of his thighs and take his cock in your hand, pumping it briefly. A honey-like moan sounds out from Bradley and it’s all the encouragement you need before you align his cock with your entrance and slowly sink down on it. The two of you moan in unison - and the stretch isn’t painful, but there’s no way you can take it all at once without something hurting, so you take your time, lowering down slowly inch by inch until you’re fully seated on top of him, feeling full and warm all over.
Bradley has his eyes locked on you, eyes lidded as he tries to control his breathing. You look up at him, sending him a sly smile before reaching up to grab his shoulders and rooting your knees into the mattress before rising up slightly and sitting back down on him. The friction is mind-blowing, but the sound that Bradley makes is even more incredible.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps out, moving his grip to your hips and squeezing tightly. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes as you start to bounce up and down on him, reveling in the feeling.
“Your cock feels so good,” you tell him, swinging your hair out of your face and increasing your pace just a little bit, angling your hips more so that his tip brushes just right against your most sensitive spots.
“It’s yours, sweetheart,” he groans, firmly grasping the soft skin on your hips and reaching his thumb to stroke your clit in circles. The contrast between his bruising grip on you with one hand and the gentle touch of his thumb sets every cell in your body on fire. “You’re s-such a fucking tea... tease,” Bradley gasps as you bounce on his lap, rising off his cock slowly and slamming your cunt back down on him with a swirl of your hips.
“Bradley, if you can’t handle it,” you lean down to murmur in his ear, adding a counterclockwise swirl for good measure. “Maybe you should take charge.”
“Yeah?” he asks, gaze trained on you, hands moving up to the bottom of your ribcage. He’s got a mischievous glint in his eye mixed with pure awe - like you’re a goddess claiming her throne.
You nod into him. “Yeah. Might be for the best, my legs are starting to- Oh!” Bradley quickly pulls you into his chest, rolling over and twisting so that you’re on your back and he’s on his knees between your legs, cock still buried deep inside you. He first hikes your legs up so that they wrap higher around his waist, then he snakes his left hand underneath your back to grip you tightly. He leans down to deliver a bruising kiss, pumping his cock in and out of you languidly. He’s all around you and inside of you and the only thing keeping you from overheating, from completely combusting
“Such a pretty girl,” he grunts out against your lips, hips undulating slightly faster - forget treading water, you’re just riding the fucking waves as they come - “My girl, my pretty little- Jesus Christ.”
You let out a long, breathy moan as Rooster tightens his grip on you and starts mercilessly pounding into you. The slap of your skin together echoes throughout the room - and you can feel just how wet and sticky and warm it is down where he’s driving his cock into your soaking cunt and it’s too good, too fucking good it’s all him and you and he’s suddenly burying his face into your neck, his mustache prickling your damp skin and sending tingles throughout your body, making you clench down on him-
“Fuck,” he grunts out, squeezing his eyes shut. “Is this good for you sweetheart?”
If you could, you’d roll your eyes. Is this good? he asks like he’s not fucking you so hard you’ve forgotten your own name. “Oh, I think it’s okay,” you manage to sarcastically bite out,
“Such a brat,” he huffs out, slowing down his thrusts slightly to give you a look. His mustache even manages to look unimpressed, and you lazily smile back, taking in all the pleasure until he pulls your nipple teasingly.
“What, you gonna punish me? Teach me a lesson?” you manage to choke out half-jokingly, and you swear you feel his cock twitch inside of you as his eyes painfully scrunch closed.
“Fuck,” he grunts out. “No. Next time. If you want.” And you’re lost in the meaning behind that, in the possibility of more, the idea of being this entwined with him for the rest of your life until suddenly, Bradley leans back and unwraps your legs from around him. Breathing laboriously as he tries to keep the same pace, he hooks both over his shoulders and presses in, folding you nearly in half in the process. He balances his weight onto one hand that’s fisting the sheets next to your hips and sneaks the other hand down to circle your bundle of nerves.
“Ohmigod,” you whimper, his cock now grazing your g-spot on every thrust, the touch of his hand on your clit setting you aflame. The sound of skin on skin reverberates through your ears and it’s so fucking hot and you don’t remember your own name-
“I’ve got you, honey,” he reassures, not slowing down his thrust or the circles on your clit. “Just let go.”
“I-I’m yours,” you babble, gripping his back tightly, almost digging your nails in. You feel so full and you can’t get enough of him, can’t imagine being without him, can’t imagine letting go because this is the most whole you’ve ever felt in a long time - “I’m yours, Bradley. Fuck.”
With one last brush of his finger on your clit, one last push inside of you, you peak and cry out his name again. It’s instantaneous, the wave of pleasure that washes over you as you cum and you don’t remember a time when you or anyone else was able to make you feel this level of toe curling, eye rolling, body tingling sensation of a full-blown orgasm. The only thing grounding you now is the weight of Bradley’s body on you, his dick inside of you, the sudden warm, familiar feeling of his hand in yours as you gasp out his name over and over again.
“Fuck, you’re everything,” you breathe out, and Bradley groans loudly into your ear.
"Where do you want me to cum?" he chokes out and you move your hand from his shoulders down to the trough of his lower back, clutching him tightly.
"Inside. Please, give it to me Bradley," you beg and with another moan of your name, he climaxes, burying his face into your neck and pushing deep inside you. You feel him come undone, his warmth shooting into you in hot spurts, heating you up even more than you thought you could feel. He shifts his hips in and out as he rides out his orgasm, pressing small kisses to your neck the whole time. You smile lazily at the feeling of his mustache hairs brushing the underside of your jaw, remembering how it felt between your legs.
As you catch your breath, all the events just overwhelm you, making goosebumps appear on your arms, making you feel cold. “Can you...” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed to ask the question, but Bradley’s been pretty well attuned to your nervousness tonight and he nuzzles you gently to continue. “Can you just... kiss me?” you ask and it feels juvenile, almost lame to ask, but Bradley already placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head upwards to press a slow, loving kiss to your lips that warms you up all over again, brings you more comfort than you could’ve asked for.
And later, after he’s taken the liberty of gently cleaning you up with a warm washcloth from your bathroom and you pulled on fresh pair of underwear you’d managed to grab on wobbly legs (Bradley seemed all too pleased to watch you stumble around your bedroom like Bambi) - you’re tangled up together underneath your sheets with him laying on his back, arms around you and your head resting on his chest.
And the subtle beat of his heart is the most grounding sound, a metronome you wouldn’t mind falling asleep to every night.
A thought strikes you, something he said earlier in the night coming back to you. “Hey, you said something about Jake and his girl before?”
“Oh,” he taps out a pattern on your bare back. “They patched things up.” You think back to when you last saw them - remembering a heated conversation at the Hard Deck ending with her looking absolutely broken, him looking barely unsettled.
“Didn’t he break it off with her at the bar two weeks ago?”
“She dumped him,” he corrects with a half smile. “And he kept telling us it was nothing, but then they were friends and then they weren’t and it’s a whole mess - they got it all worked out the night before we left. And I realized when we got back that it would’ve been really embarrassing if Jake, of all the jackass pilots I know, was able to patch things up with his girl but I couldn’t with mine.”
You nod slowly, tracing patterns on his chest thoughtfully. “I’m your girl?” you ask softly with a smile, and Bradley looks down at you hesitantly.
“Do you want to be?” he asks in earnest, and you think about it for a moment.
“Is this what you call patching up?” you gesture towards your naked bodies twisted in the bedsheets and he shrugs. And you’re joking, really - but it’s not like everything between the two of you gets resolved with mind blowing sex and real orgasms.
He snorts. “You’re not mad at me anymore, right?” he states matter-of-factly and you roll your eyes, resting your head back on his shoulder. “No,” he continues. “I know you’ve got a lot to deal with - grad school and GREs, and therapy. And I’m not sure where I’m headed next, but... I’ve put in a request to stay on North Island for some time. So I can be here. If you stay on the west coast.”
You feel the hope in your chest bubble up again, feel so incredibly touched that he decided to make that career choice (didn’t he say he might get moved to Panama? Myanmar? Manama - that sounds right). But what really does your heart in are his next words - “You can stay here and be a barista for the rest of your life sweetheart - I mean, if you did, I’d love if you could use some kinda employee discount for me, shit’s getting expensive. Or you can study for your GREs and go to grad school wherever you want or go back to working in industry - or honestly, if you wanted to go up to LA and start taking mime classes, I don’t fucking know - I’m here for the long haul. You’re the most hard-working person I know. And I’m behind you whatever you choose to do. So like... I’d love it if you’d take a chance on me, Buttercup.”
You feel tears rolling down your cheeks now, and you move to straddle Bradley and bury your face into his neck. His arms wrap around your back and he holds you as you clutch his chest. It’s overwhelming how glorious this man is. “I don’t fucking deserve you,” you choke out, not sure if he can make sense of your garbled words but you feel him shake his head in response. “Really. I’m sorry I kept holding a grudge and didn’t see it before but if you’re willing-”
“I’m willing,” he says, rubbing your back and pressing a firm kiss to your temple.
“Shut up,” you smack his chest lightly. “If you’re willing, I’d like to see where this can go. And make it up to you.”
“... So you mean you’ll be my girl?” he asks, and you choke out a laugh through a watery smile, looking up to see the most giddy smile on his face. It warms you up for a third time tonight, makes it feel like the sun has burst through your window and is bathing the two of you in its light.
You press a kiss to his lips, smiling all the way. “Yeah. I’m your girl, Bradshaw.”
simultaneously so happy and sad this series is (mostly) over! I'm working on a lil snippet of bradley's pov in which we hear about what he lamented to phoenix after their first fight at the coffee shop.... and in jordan's wonderful words, it'll really highlight the 'this is me trying - nothing new' ennui of this series! thanks to everyone who commented and reblogged!
For anyone who missed it, Jake’s girl is Mojito from Bad Habit by seasonsbloom - they’re all in the SCU (Soy (Sol + May) Cinematic Universe). This quite possibly the greatest crossover since That’s So Suite Life of Hannah Montana (eat shit, marvel) (i’m half kidding i love u bucky barnes)
#rooster x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#topgun maverick#top gun maverick fanfiction#mine
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Since season 3 of The Witcher Netflix comes out tomorrow...here are some of my concerns on adaptation from this season onward. Potential spoilers for the future seasons and definite spoilers for the books. Long post ahead.
The Hansa's Dynamic
I am so worried about how the Hansa is going to be handled in the show. Like shaking in my boots terrified. The showrunners already really messed up Dandelion & Geralt's dynamic...and that's one of the easier dynamics present in the Hansa imo. The dynamic is already going to be screwy because Cahir is a middle aged man and not a petulant teenager if he's present in the Hansa at all (though I think he will be since Emhyr called him and Fringilla out at the end of s2).
Emhyr as a Character
Speaking of Emhyr...I think they might attempt to give him a redemption arc, and I cannot emphasize how bad of an idea that is. They're going to retcon the whole "wanting to impregnate Ciri" bit, which I have mixed feelings on. Like yes, on one hand that's fucking gross but on the other hand, that bit is in there to show how fucked up Emhyr is and why Geralt needs to get to Ciri so quickly; it adds a sense of urgency to the Hansa's travels. If I see Emhyr sympathizers on my dash after this season I will lose my fucking mind.
Milva's Pregnancy & Related Scenes
I suspect that Milva's pregnancy is going to be cut entirely or play up the rest of the Hansa's concern for her as a weird "men think they can control women's bodies" thing which Milva will have to fight with them about so the show can be appropriately pro-choice without exploring any of the pro-choice nuance the books bring up. I can just see Regis talking to the guys about it being turned into a "the father deserves a say in a woman's choice to abort" scenario instead of the "I will give this woman her abortion regardless of what you all think about that (and I've made that VERY clear) but I think she's making this choice because she believes you all will abandon her/not support her if she wants to keep this baby and someone needs to make sure that she knows that won't happen" scenario that it actually is. This is also plays into my concerns about the Hansa's dynamic as changing that scene changes it irreparably.
Characterizing Nilfgaard as a Nation
Right now I feel like the show could go one of two ways 1) Nilfgaard is wrong in everything it does or 2) Nilfgaard is right in everything it does (if Emhyr gets a redemption arc). The show has already made a show of the Northern Realms' racism, which is book accurate mind you, but I fear this will translate to a sort of "Nilfgaard is the better nation as its less racist" scenario. While Nilfgaard is better in that aspect and a few others, it is still a militant slave nation. Nilfgaard and the Northern Realms both have their evils and their virtues; that's a big point in the books and the games. Neither nation is 100% good or 100% bad - they're just nations. I don't think the show will be able to handle that kind of nuance.
Jaskier & Radovid...
Apparently, Radovid is supposed to be one of Jask's love interests this season. Radovid is a massive racist, a war criminal, and a teenager. I'm sure all of that's going to be retconned but for fuck's sake just make a new character if you're going to age up and completely change the personality and insanity of an existing one. Important note: I am 1000% in support of queer Jask. I have never shipped that man with a woman in my life (even in the books and games) but for the love of God why did his LI have to be fucking RADOVID??
Mistle & the Rats
If they make Ciri and Mistle a love story, I am going to be disappointed but not surprised. Let me be clear: Mistle is a rapist and an abuser. I suspect they will change that to shoehorn in a queer relationship (even though Triss and Philippa are RIGHT THERE if they want a semi-canon wlw couple). The Rats as a whole are definitely going to be made into more robinhood-like characters because God forbid a main character like Ciri is morally grey or does questionable/bad things.
Geralt's Disability
If this season ends with the Vilgefortz and Geralt fight, as I suspect it might, Geralt will be disabled permanently by the end of this season. The dryads do not fix it. Magic does not fix it. Geralt becomes disabled and stays disabled. His disability becomes a hindrance during the books and the reader actively sees him grapple with the fallout of this. I do not trust this show to handle that - especially with how much more closed off Geralt is in the show compared to the books. If I had to guess, Geralt's disability will be handwaved away or mentioned in passing and never actually shown to impact him which is not cool.
#the witcher#the witcher books#the witcher netflix#twn critical#books vs show#the hansa#milva barring#maria barring#regis#cahir#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach#emiel regis#jaskier vs dandelion#jaskier#dandelion#geralt of rivia#cirilla fiona elen riannon#the witcher s3#spiral's thoughts
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"We should welcome twitter users coming to tumblr" yeah okay but have you ever had to interact with twitter fandom people? They're some of the nastiest beings to ever exist on this fucking planet.
They're the same who stalked Joseph Quinn wherever he went after season 4 of Stranger Things dropped and Eddie Munson became a fan favourite, leaking his dating app profile and his private cellphone number. (They also leaked Gaten Matarazzo’s cellphone number from what I got.)
They’re the same who harassed the Heartstopper cast so much that one of the main actors deactivated his twitter profile and the other was forced into coming out as bi.
And god forbid if you DARE criticizing the show they like, even if you’re a fan of it yourself. Just this morning I got a load of shit thrown at me on twitter because I dared pointing out how netflix acts in different ways towards wlw shows than mlm shows. I went about it logically looking at stats, and used First Kill and Young Royals as an example, because I watched both and the stats were very different in terms of budget, of views, etc. so overall, an easier comparison to make than between two shows who had almost identical stats.
Somehow (considering I usually get, at most 10 interactions under a tweet on a good day), my tweet blew up among Young Royals fans and I got 1000+ among replies and qrts of people who disagreed and I thought okay, not everybody has the same opinion right? Conctructive criticism is a thing right?
Well, on the goddamn blue bird app it is not.
People just said stuff like “it’s just because that First Kill sucks ass” and I tried explaining why (aka the tanking starting budget), so they went on to straight up calling me stupid, dumb, ignorant, they said I did not understand that one is Netflix USA and the other is from Netflix Nordic, mixed with a lot of swearwords in the crassest display ever.
And like. The fun thing is, I’m completing a master’s degree in Swedish. With my main faculty being media criticism. It will literally be my job, one day, to translate and criticize Swedish-speaking and English-speaking media.
Plus, though it’s not one of my favourites, I’m a fan of Young Royals myself because I started watching it to practice my Swedish language skills, and actually worked with its subtitles for a project of translation I had to do for class.
Tumblr may be a hellsite (affectionate) bit it’s really chill now, and kind of a safe heaven for me where I can interact with any kind of fandom and talk freely about which shows, characters and ships/pairings I love (i.e. apparently everyone on twitter is a Billy Hargrove anti. Seriously. Went to see if there were some fanarts, hcs, or other pieces of fanon really, but there was nothing except for hate tweets against both the characters and fans who like him), even when it comes to more serious and technical stuff like why netflix dooms certain shows from the start (cough cough First Kill cough cough) and I would hate to see it become full of hate just like twitter is.
Soooo, tl;dr: Like hell am I welcoming people you can’t have a civil discussion over anything with here.
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove antis dni#stranger things#stranger things s4#joseph quinn#gaten matarazzo#fandom#fandom stuff#fans#netflix shows fans are the worst btw#heartstopper#twitter#elon musk#first kill#young royals#netflix#is the worst#is the worst ever#I just want to chill#and enjoy stuff I like in peace#while having civil discussions over it#it's not fair#not okay#twitter migration#like hell no#kit connor#joe locke#rant#fandom discourse
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