#and since the other students are the audience i guess that means you all are part of my au 😌 welcome to dance school 😌

[good-beansdraws]

Making a full post for my Fuuta Ballet AU because I actually had more thoughts about it hehe (Ballerina Girl)

+ a version of the au that's more general to the whole cast, with Es as the protag here!

As mentioned in the art, he’s exactly the same as canon except his life now revolves around dance. He’s in a very cliquey company (The Dark Pas de Trois?), surrounded by friends who are very similar-minded. Even though they're not in dance competitions specifically, they're constantly striving for better reviews/reputations than the neighboring companies. Fuuta struggles with stage fright, but doesn't let on to the others -- he just pushes through every time.

They visit a company rehearsing Nutcracker, and one of the snowflake dancers does something problematic backstage. Fuuta blasts him on social media for it, gaining popularity for his own account/dance company. Auditions and things go a bit smoother for them now that they’re internet famous.

There’s a scandal with the dancer playing the demon sorcerer Rothbart in Swan Lake, and Fuuta catches it on film. The video goes viral, once again boosting Fuuta’s popularity and ego. He’s praised as both a hero and talented performer. His friends are also soaring with this newfound fame.

Then, he catches a young background dancer in Sleeping Beauty doing something he deems worthy of a callout. He exposes her all over his social media. Rather than the usual social backlash, the girl is harassed in person. A crowd takes things too far, and an accident results in an injury that ends her career just as it was beginning. She will never dance again.

Facing his suspicious friends (and overcome with his own guilt), Fuuta flees the company. He plans on quitting dance for the rest of his life as well. Instead, he gets a mysterious invitation to the Milgram Dance Academy. He's never heard of them before, and the internet doesn't turn up much on them. Left with few other choices, he shows up for the first lesson.

The first thing that strikes him is it's a boarding school. He must live there and follow their rules in order to attend. They take his phone and restrict outside contact, much to his horror. The school solely focused on the arts -- no competitions, no big shows. There are three major shows they are planning, but Fuuta couldn't find any venues/tickets/advertisements, despite mention of a "global audience". The program is rigorous, and the instructor decides at the end of each semester if their final performance passes or fails.

The only thing more concerning than the sudden restriction of his phone is the strange group of residents he'll be spending his next few years with. His instructor is a mere child, no more than fifteen and very cryptic about their past training. His other classmates range in age and personality. He starts off dancing just as confident as usual, trying to show up the other students and make a strong first impression.

However, he fails the first semester. The grade list is made public to the whole academy, and Fuuta finds himself the subject of watching eyes and condescending whispers. Becoming sensitive to prying stares and audiences, he falls back into his usual stage fright. He endures (emotional) attacks from the passed students, although in his distraction he screws up some cues and gets injured.

Regarding the actual choreography -- as much as I love the classic shows (I mean, just look how cute he is as the nutcracker ;-;) my brain has been going brrrrr picturing ballet adaptations of the mvs... 🎹 / 🎹 / 🎹 / 🎹

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #no au can get me going like a dancer au can... #i wanted to take the stakes down from death/murder but still have some drama #so theres still injury and guilt mixed in with the dancing lmao #i know the whole cast version makes more sense but i wanted it to be about my special little guy 👏👏👏😂 #you know how it is #both these aus require a school full of other dancers but im picturing the milgram cast as fuutas specific class he spends all his time wit #and since the other students are the audience i guess that means you all are part of my au 😌 welcome to dance school 😌 #i had the bulk of this jotted down for so long - its nice to finish the art and clean up the phrasing to post! #dropping this while i reboot my brain from my trip... i shall return soon ;-;

[good-beanswrites]

My last post made me want to spin the ballet au to suit the general cast, keeping Es as the protagonist 🩰

I don't have art for this one but I still got a bit carried away with the details LOL This definitely leans more into a sweet fix-it :3

The story would open with Es waking up in the medical room of Milgram Dance Academy, a very small and isolated school. Es is told they suffered a bad head injury during a performance, resulting in amnesia. Their instructor (Jackalope. Make this work however you wish.) tells them not to worry about it, and to focus on their dancing for now. Es feels a pressing responsibility to stay and rehearse, so they agree.

Jackalope tells them they must understudy several roles while recovering, not ready to jump into things right away. They're grateful, since they're struggling with their identity and expression without their memories.

The first student they are directed to is a shy and lanky dancer by the name of Haruka. They study under him as the role of a graceful, melancholic swan. They watch the choreography in general, and it looks nice enough. Es proceeds to spend several rehearsals with him, talking and bonding and learning he has a bit more going on than meets the eye. They try to offer help as he admits to familial issues, self esteem questions, and comments about sibling jealousy. In turn, he teaches Es to mimic some of his powerful emotions. At the end of their time together, they both perform for their class in full costume and staging. Now, Es understands each move with a deeper understanding than their initial look at the steps.

Next, they’re sent to meet the bubbly girl playing Juliet and begin the process anew. This continues to make a total of ten roles. Some of the dancers take the sessions kindly, while others are brash, secretive, or just confusing.

After rehearsing with Kotoko and learning to understand her determination and confidence, Es is sent back to Haruka, who has moved onto a new show and new role. They’re shocked to discover that their words to each dancer – always well-intentioned – had caused some issues backstage. Now, there are rivalries and changes in stage presence. While experiencing stress (that Es has inadvertently caused,) some were distracted in rehearsal and got injured. Es must take on the interpersonal issues as well as the choreography challenges.

I don’t have all the roles down and was trying to stick to well-known shows anyway, but I think I’d want Muu to be the Sugar Plum Fairy, Kazui to be Albrecht from Giselle, and Amane to be Clara. I wanted to keep them traditionally gendered to prove there are plenty of roles for men, but I can’t help but have Odette/Odile thoughts for T1 Mikoto ;-;

Like the other post, I'm equally tempted to have the dancers performing ballet adaptations of the mvs 👀 I want to see. Bee tutu. Doctor coat costume. Marching band tutu. AKAA mismatched look. The backgrounds. The music. The choreo. So many cool possibilities...

As a sweet au, it all ends with everyone better for having met one another. Es is cast in a solo performance, combining everything they've learned both emotionally and technically from the others. They feel satisfied with their sense of identity, and shine onstage ✨️✨️✨️

#milgram #es #plus the whole cast lol #ballet aus my beloved!!!! #is jackalope human? does he teach ballet on his lil bunny paws? you decide 👍 #oh albrecht is the guy giselle falls in love with but when his true identity is revealed she dies/kills herself of heartbreak ;--; jsyk ;-- #if anyone has any casting ideas lmk 👀 these were off the top of my head but i can definitely look for fitting roles for everyone #unlike the other au i dont picture any murder equivalents here -- they still have their flaws and everything but no ones gotten hurt #both these aus require a school full of other dancers but im picturing the milgram cast as es' specific class they spend all his time with #and since the other students are the audience i guess that means you all are part of my au 😌 welcome to dance school 😌 #you could probably combine 05/06 or 06/07 as romeo and juliet while going through their respective lovers issues #when amane plays clara i want fuuta as her drosselmeyer :3 (both for sweet reasons and. eyepatch.) #i had the bulk of this jotted down for so long - its nice to finish the art and clean up the phrasing to post! #dropping this while i reboot my brain from my trip... i shall return soon ;-;

[neil-gaiman]

Oi, Mr. Gaiman (or Neil, idc).

I'll put you in context: Last thursday, at 11 in the afternoon, me looking at social media.

I see a post (edit) of Coraline, I get into comments and I see a person who says (exactly) "Coraline it's about drugs and addictions". Me, surprised, I answer "I think Neil Gaiman hasn't said anything about that.".

That person, a few hours later, answers me "It's about drugs and substances, whether you like it or not". I sigh (I hate people who are very pushy), and I reply with all the respect in the world:

"Look, Coraline is not about that because if not, it would not be aimed at an underage audience and Neil Gaiman (the writer) I would have said something about that. And, according to what I know, he you was inspired by a house where he lived." (I'm not sure about this)

After a while, that guy kept insisting. I didn't answer, making it clear that it wasn't worth answering, but damn! I don't like theories, and there are some that can be interesting and they don't contradict, but that one?

That seems very uncomfortable to me, since the book and the film are aimed at a smaller audience, if it were at least a book/film for teenagers (+13 I guess) then it could make a little of sense.

And well, what I want to say is, I know that you don't like theories and that you may not care, but, for me, it is really necessary to deny this one.

A long time ago I said words to the effect of, "When someone tells you about something they found in a story, they are right, for them. When they tell you that that is all the story is about they are always wrong." And that's how I feel. If someone finds a way of relating to a story that resonates with them -- in this case the person you are talking to deciding that Coraline is about addiction -- telling them they are wrong doesn't mean anything, any more than me telling a literary PhD student that they are wrong about my book would mean anything.

People find things that speak to them in fiction, whether intended by the author or not. All I would ever say to anyone who thinks that they have found the only key to a story, is that it's one key amongst thousands, and the story will mean other things to other people, and those other things are just as true.

[harunayuuka2060]

Rook: Oh catch me, my beau!

Azul: Why are you always so dramatic, sire?

Ace and Floyd: *laughing*

Ace: This is so good!

Floyd: Didn't know Azul have it in him. Heh heh.

Jade: He's doing well for a last minute notice.

Deuce: By the way, what happened? I thought MC was supposed to be portraying as a butler.

Ace: Yeah! Why did Azul replace them?

Jade: There was an unexpected incident. MC called us and requested Azul to fill their role for them.

Floyd: Oh. Does that mean they're playing a different role?

Jade: Yes. It seems like it.

Azul: Please enter, Sir Rein. The master would not want you to catch a cold on this chilly evening.

Vil: I'm waiting for someone.

Azul: I see. I will leave you be.

Vil: ...

Vil: *pulls out a small music box and plays it*

*Its sad melody echoes in the room*

Ace: Yikes. Why does it feel so creepy?

Deuce: Wait. The scene before this was when he was arguing with a childhood friend.

Floyd: Yeah. But they didn't show who was that childhood friend.

Ace: It sounds like Epel though.

Jade: Epel's voice fits for a child, I guess.

Deuce: Let's not forget that Rein (Vil) has been problematic since the start of the story. He may have friends, but he still have unresolved issues.

Floyd: Er, I don't like all this talking.

Deuce: S-Sorry.

*A figure approaches Vil from behind* *wrapping him in an embrace*

*The audience gasped*

Ace: H-Hold up!

Jade: Ah, now my guess has been confirmed.

Floyd: Hush! I want to hear what they're saying!

Vil: What took you so long?

MC: *smiles* Why, Rein? Have you been waiting for me?

Vil: ...

MC: *holds his hand* See? You can't live without me. *kissing it*

Vil: ...

Vil: I want to end this.

MC: *their gaze suddenly turns sharp* End?

MC: What are you on about, Rein?

Vil: I'm tired... walking behind your shadow.

Vil: Let's end this.

Vil: I don't need you anymore.

Ace: Oooohhh SHIT!

Floyd: *stood up from his seat and yells* Tell 'em, Rein!

Jade: Floyd, could you please sit down?

Malleus: *rubs his arm*

Lilia: Did you feel the chill, Malleus?

Malleus: Yes. MC has been an excellent actor and even from this distance, I could feel their brewing wrath.

Lilia: They've always been a genius. And also, Epel Felmier has done a great job in portraying the villain's childhood role. *chuckles*

Malleus: Ah, that's right. *smiles* MC might've let him to be the throughout villain, however, he said that he doesn't have the necessary chemistry to be paired by Schoenheit.

Lilia: Nevertheless, if the crowd was annoyed earlier, now they're fuming mad.

Vil: *has shot MC on the chest trying to protect himself after they kidnapped him*

MC: *lying motionlessly on the floor*

Vil: *carefully approaches them*

*the audience feeling the tension*

Vil: *kneels next to them* I'm sorry... I never wanted to do this.

Vil: *goes to caress their cheek*

Ace: *hugging Deuce's arm*

Deuce: Oi!

Ace: I'm bracing for the jumpscare.

Deuce: Huh?

Vil: If only fate had been kinder to us.

Vil: *about to let go when MC suddenly grabs his hand* *genuinely shocking him*

MC: Rein... You're the only... one I have... *opens their eyes and smiles*

Vil: ...

Vil: *goes to close their eyes with his other hand*

Vil: *cries* Why don't you ever... let me go?

*the curtain falls*

The audience: *was silent for a few seconds before they started clapping*

Vil and MC: ...

MC: *chuckles*

MC: Great job, Vil.

Vil: ...

Vil: *smiles* Thank you. *helps them to get up*

Rook: Everyone! Get ready for the curtain call!

Vil: We should hurry.

MC: Yes.

*Before the show*

Pomefiore student: Housewarden! The actor for the villain role got sick!

Vil: What?!

Epel: Wh-What should we do now?

Vil: We can't delay the show!

Rook: But who's going to play for the villain's role? We haven't prepared for a backup.

MC: *chuckles* You're wrong with that, Rook.

Rook: Pardon?

MC: I know the script. *smiles*

Vil: ...

Vil: *remembers their last encounter* ...

MC: Are you confident to act with me, Vil?

Vil: *smiles* Of course. Don't fail me.

MC: *chuckles* That's the spirit.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst vil #twst ace #twst deuce #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul #twst rook #twst epel #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst what you truly deserve

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N= I had this idea 5 or so days ago, and I can't tell you how much Professor Geto stuff I've seen since. I guess we're all on the same wavelength, and that's awesome. There needs to be more Professor Geto in the world.

C/W= P->V. Oral (giving/receiving). Lap riding. Masturbation (tiny talk of toys). Adult movie. Some cutesy shit. Some humor. Maybe a few other things. MDNI NSFW 🔞

W/C: 7k+some

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"The pattern of the effectual relationship is more obvious in the decline of overall satisfaction. Do you all see how this corroborates with the suggestion that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?" He looked at you when he said this. It made you shift slightly in your warmed seat.

Professor Geto was trying not to lose his students' attention in this lecture. But they were all idiots who were run solely by their hormones.

"She can go hand my cock!" Someone yelled from the middle of the auditorium.

"Yes. What a very clever hypothesis," Geto said. "Why, uh, why don't you all just head out. Winter break starts in ... 39 minutes. Just go. Happy whatever. I'll see you in the new year when we're back in session."

The same asshole yelled out, "You mean SEX-SION!" Him and his dipshit friends laughed all the way to the courtyard.

Geto, unamused, shook his head and adjusted his glasses as the rest of his students filed out into the snow. He began putting a gross amount of paperwork into his worn leather bag, and then he looked around to make sure everyone was gone before he locked up.

His eyes landed on you. In your heavy sweatshirt and jeans. You sat in the very last seat in the front row, farthest from the exit.

"Were you asleep when I told everyone to go? Fucking kids these days –" You cut off his complaint and asked him if he could go over one thing with you before you left.

"Oh, a legitimate question. I apologize. What about ....?" He turned his left ear a little to you, hinting at you to say what your name was.

You put your hand to your chest, "Y/n. It's y/n."

"Ok, y/n. What's your question?" You gathered up your laptop and scattered papers and stuck them in your backpack. Then you stood and walked over to him.

He immediately saw how beautiful you are, even hidden away under the navy blue sweatshirt and bulky jeans you wore. You pulled your hood off and let your hair pool around your shoulders.

It surprised him, you staying behind. Most of his students made a run for it as quickly as possible.

Professor Geto was no fool. In fact, he was quite intuitive. He'd run his course based on several factors; how the audience was reacting to him, how he was being perceived at different parts of his lectures. He was always aware of his surroundings.

You got to his desk and leaned your curvy hips against the edge of the heavy, dark wood.

"You say that scientists have long supported the idea that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?"

"Mmhm." He nodded. Feeling the slightest rush of heat throughout his body while discussing this with you. Surely, he shouldn't feel like he was crossing a line. He was the professor of a very valid and increasingly important course. Plus, you approached him. It's not as if he asked you to stay behind to discuss your grade so he could bend you over his desk and fuck an 'A' next to your name on his computer. These things were typical discussion topics.

"Have these "scientists" done any studies of the effects of dopamine levels in two people that fuck —"

Both of your eyes locked with the other's. Uncertain if you meant to say that to him as he was your teacher or if you intentionally left the word dangling between the two of you in the emptied room.

"If you fuck someone enough..." you continued like you were, for the most part, unphased by his pause. "...and they're good at what they do, and they make you cu– I mean, climax often, if not consistently, then on a semi-regular basis, won't some sort of feelings develop over time? Like, there would be some sort of attachment formed. I know it would be hard for me to be fucking someone, to be so intimate with them and not have feelings bubble up at some point. Especially with all the hormones and shit involved. Some people just make you feel better. You can feign physical attraction. But a chemical one? I don't know."

He stared at you with a blank face. You looked right back at him, waiting for his answer. Your e/c drawing him in. Shifting your backpack from your right shoulder to your left, you cleared your throat.

"Um, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked YOU this. I'll go talk to my family priest or something."

Geto laughed, "You have a priest?" You sat your stuff down and scrunched up your nose, smiling back at him. "Well, no. The only time my family talks to God is when their asses are in the air gettin' – no. Not religious."

"Did you have any other ideas about sex and love? How can you have them both, none, or merely one or the other?"

You were a little taken aback as to why he wasn't offering you an answer. You did, after all, approach him about this.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked you, hoping to come across as cool and apathetic as he always was. But his cock was beginning to ache for your undivided attention. And though Professor Geto was a master at driving people's attention where he wanted it, he could not seem to alter your ability to maintain eye contact.

You suddenly straightened your body at his question. "W‐what am I doing right now? I mean," for some reason, you wanted to come off as if you were in really high demand.

That was anything but the truth: Your mother and step-dad went to his family's vacation home in the English countryside a week before you were out for the winter. They offered to pay for your ticket. But you really didn't like Christmas anyway and told them you had a lot of studying to do.

"Do you have plans over the holiday with your family? Friends?" He waited what he thought was a healthy amount of time before he asked you if you were doing anything special with your boyfriend.

Your outburst of laughter was embarrassing. You haven't had a boyfriend since your junior year of high school. The guys you knew made passes at you, sure. But they were so fucking childish. You hated it.

"Sor- hahaha -no, sorry. I don't have a boyfriend waiting for me under the mistletoe this year. I'm just going to be in my quiet dorm room. Waiting for this godforsaken stretch of time to end."

He didn't find that funny at all, which made you feel like an even larger tool. "So, you're just, going to be alone this Chrismas?"

You lifted your hood over your hair and answered him smoothly. "Yyyyep. I guess I'll see you when we're back in sex-sion? Eh?"

At long last, you got a laugh from him. "So wait. You're telling me that you're capable of laughter!?" You said sarcastically.

"I'm capable of more than you can imagine, little one."

That was it, your cunt fluttered at his suggestive admission. Grasping at anything to break that spell he cast over you. Those were the words that spurred on your attraction for your Human Sexuality professor.

"Well, if you're not doing anything this week, there's a French film playing at the old cinema on 11th and Craine. We don't have to go together. We don't even have to sit near each o-"

"YES. I mean, yeah. I'd love to go. What time?" You interrupted him so hard that he jumped a little at your shouting. He smiled. It was beautiful. He never smiled in class.

"There's a showing to- ah, damn it. Let me check my phone for the times again. Sorry. Hold on." He pulled his phone from his professor-y blazer, and scrolled through the listing. "Yeah. Ok, so there's showings tomorrow night at 7, 9:20, 11:40, and 2am."

Your heart sank to the floor. "Nothing tonight, huh?" He looked at you. So small and absolutely let down. He wanted to comfort you over this absurd disappointment. But that is a line he shouldn't cross. You were his student. It was against the school's code of conduct for him to do anything more than teach you. But this was a loophole. He was fairly certain he could talk himself out of any infraction.

Oh my god, how he wanted to reach his hand to your face. To lift your eyes to his with the pads of his fingers under your chin. It was such a stupid blunder. He almost wishes he hadn't said anything to you about it.

"I – no. I'm sorry, y/n. As it stands, the only showings are tomorrow. I prefer to go to the –"

"Earlier shows, right?" You asked, not even trying to shield him from your growing frustration at having to wait.

"Eh, no. No, actually, I prefer the later ones. The later, the better. Despite being a teacher, I really try to avoid people as much as possible. My friend group is pretty small. Anyway. Here's my card with my personal cell on the back. Let me know if I should expect you, hm? If I don't see you, please have a nice break."

You wanted to protest from the rooftop to keep him there talking with you. But there just wasn't a reason to say anything else. So you said goodbye and walked out into the freezing air. And head back to your 1/2 vacant dorm room.

The way back, you replayed the conversation between the two of you. It felt like a really long talk. But really, it took no longer than 10 minutes.

You felt a little stupid for getting upset about having to wait a whole day to see him. Well, if you decide to go, that is.

For now, you would find odd things to keep you busy to better pass the time.

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You woke up feeling FANTASTIC. You slept for 9 hours. Your dreams were filled with Geto fucking you until you couldn't walk anymore so he had to carry you to his bed and fuck you to the point you couldn't talk. It was the best night in you've had in ages.

Today was the day you were supposed to meet him at the old theater for the French film. You picked up the jeans you were wearing yesterday and dug around for his phone number so you could let him know you would be joining him tonight.

"Whe– Where the fuck is that card! Shit! How am I supposed to call and let him ... oh goddamn it all to hell." You sat down on your bed and tossed your hands into your lap. "The later, the better. Ok. No one goes to an 11:40 movie over winter break. Right? Ok! So I'll just get there at 11:30 and go sit in the theater ... and, and wait. Where is that fucking card!?"

You ripped your desk apart. Shook out everything you wore when he gave it to you. It was nowhere to be found. But at least you knew roughly what time he would be there.

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It was 8 pm, and you were beside yourself with anticipation. You'd already gotten yourself off twice and considering a third orgasm to dull your nervous edge just a bit more.

Instead of trying to ease your anxieties a 3rd time that way, you tried a shower with your favorite aromatic oils. You hated how well this shit worked. "It's so cliché, mom." You told her when she brought you back a box of oils from India.

That all changed when you made your own sandlewood and vanilla blend. You never gave her any shit again. And when they travel, she will oftentimes pick up some new oils for you to test. There's literally an oil for whatever is ailing you.

You were lucky to be one of the on-campus residents to have a newer dorm with a shower in the room. You were fine showering in a more public space, but there were time restrictions in the shared bathing areas.

Turning the water on, you took off your clothes and stepped into the steam. There was a part of you that wanted to take a leisurely shower. To exfoliate and shave and deep condition your hair.

But you were too nervous to hold a razor to your body. The looks Professor Geto had been giving you all semester had finally amounted to something. Was this a date? "I need to stop this hyperfocus shit. Gotta cum again."

You cracked open the shower door and stepped carefully out onto the mat on the floor to dry your feet. You've fallen too many times to not take shower safety seriously. And if you fell tonight you'd never forgive yourself for fucking up this chance.

Your new vibrator was still in its box in your nightstand drawer. You opened the packaging like a child on Christmas morning and started button mashing the 3 at the base of it to figure out which button did what.

"Let's see just what this baby can do. Ok. This button – oh! Oh ... damn." You raised your eyebrows. "I ... may never ... be stressed about anything again."

You figured out the most basic settings; the bunny ears got you off really quickly. Truthfully, it was the in-your-head Geto who did the heavy lifting. But you felt a little better.

You shaved everything you wanted to shave and exfoliated everything that was safe to exfoliate.

The outfit you chose was simple, but seen by the right eyes, it could be considered sexy. It was a long, large floral-print pattern over a solid green background and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. You wore boots with thigh-high socks. This provided you with some warmth from the cold. The socks were thick and connected to a garter belt around your waist so they wouldn't slouch down. You made the conscious decision to forgo panties for the night.

"Ok," you said. "You smell delicious. You're soft and silky. You. Are. Ready. Ready to sit with him for 2 hours and 20 minutes."

"S'do this, y/n."

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Friday 11:30pm

11th and Craine @ The Faux Devant Theater

Film: Ton sexe. Mon sexe. Notre sexe.

Translation: Your sex, My sex, Our sex

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"There's just the one movie playing here tonight?" You asked, embarrassed that you were alone and buying a ticket for a movie that had the word sex in it 3 times, and you didn't know what the other 3 words translated to.

"Yeah, this is here until the end of the week, and then we dig up another one. Blah blah blah."

You laughed at their apparent boredom with the job. "Ok, uh, 1 adult for," you pointed at the poster of the naked people in a lovers embrace. "For this one, I guess." They gave you your ticket, smirked, and told you to enjoy the show.

You went into the dark room, and you were surprised to see how it was set up. There was no traditional theater seating. But there were couches and loveseats spread smartly across the floor.

You looked around for anyone else who might be in there tonight. It was totally empty. Even the projection room lights were off.

The movie was going to start in about 5 minutes. Where was he? "Oh god. Ohhh nooo. Fuck. He's standing me up. And not in a good way, either. God, to think that he would sit through some stupid French flick with me."

You sank down into the loveseat in the middle of the room as your heart sank deeper into your heavy chest. Settling in to watch a movie that you wouldn't have chosen on your own. You were hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

The opening credits started to roll, and the story began to unfold. And quickly, to your surprise. There were subtitles, but you wanted to watch the story rather than read about it.

You're fairly certain that it was about a couple of people who knew nothing of each other or about sex. They experienced all the feelings that come with arousal and wanting another's touch. But they'd never *experienced* it themselves. Not under their own hand or someone else's. It was a sheltered existence they had before moving to the city.

There was one scene that will always stand out to you: They met by chance at a café.They reached for the sugared cinnamon to sprinkle on the foam of their cappuccino, and when their hands touched, neither one of them recoiled. They knew they had to be together come hell or high water. It was cheesy. But beautiful.

It was like because of touching the other person's hand, they finally belonged to this life. They were grounded by this single brush of skin. They were meant to be together.

They explored, touched, tasted their partner's body, and came to find that the only thing they'd been missing from their lives was the other person.

In the scene where they fully dive into their sexual awakening, you thought you heard someone stepping into the room. But you couldn't see anyone when you looked around, so you just turned your focus back to the film and watched these people devour one another.

They both gave of themselves and received everything physically possible. Some things you took note of. If nothing else, you could walk away from this with a few new tricks.

It left you in a frustrated state. Your hands dug into the soft fabric of the couch, and you shifted your weight often. You wondered for just a second what would happen if you spread your legs and slipped your fingers up under the long skirt you wore.

The movie and your feelings were bordering on pornographic. But you've always been a curious soul, so it didn't bother to see this. You were surprised that your professor had invited you to such a thing, though. How was that not crossing into misconduct?

You really didn't give a damn and pushed the thought to the back of your mind. The whole thing was quite beautiful, actually. Despite your growing frustration at Geto for not fulfilling his commitment to you. But no matter. You were no worse for the wear. What could have possibly happened with you two anyway.

Once the end credits came on the screen, you were sure there would be a wet spot on your skirt. You felt yourself filling with that familiar hot tension. Again. As if 3 orgasms just weren't enough for you to chase off the burning need.

You stood from your seat and put on your jacket before you walked out into the freezing night. As you turned around, your eyes zeroed in on a shadowed figure in the corner of the big room.

"Oh shhh–! Oh my god! You fucking scared me, professor! What the hell are you doing here ... now? The movie just ended." He stood up and seemed to glide across the floor to you. Like a vampire or something. He looked dark.

His hair was down; hanging over his shoulders and just a little in his face. But all he saw was you, standing there, trying to explain away your flushed skin as merely the frozen air that had slapped against your face.

Even though that was nearly 2 1/2 hours ago. It was not a good excuse. Nor were you very proud of it. "I'm glad you stayed to watch this," he said in a low tone. "I knew you'd watch it whether I was here or not."

"You mean, you ... you were here? The whole time, too? Why didn't you sit by me? Or, oh gosh, I dunno, at the very least say something to me?" He could see you were getting pissed at him.

Geto knew it was a little dirty to play with you this way. But he couldn't help himself. You are an adult. A big girl, even though you weren't wearing your big girl panties tonight.

"I wanted to study your reaction to the film. And from the looks of your rosy cheeks and dampened spot on your skir– well, imagine my surprise when I saw you enjoying this.

"My skirt and how wet it is OR isn't, isn't really any of your business. Is it? Pro– Geto?" You stopped yourself from calling him professor and called him by his name. It made you two closer to equals that way. Not teacher and student. Just horny woman and sexpot man.

"Oh. I see. So you're saying it's possible that your little cunt was squirming throughout these last 2 hours? And tell me, pretty girl, just what was it you imagined could tame the burning between your legs? Hm? Was it the toy you fucked yourself with earlier but imagined they were me? How many times did thinking of me make you cum? 3? 4?"

He snapped a black band from his wrist and threw his hair up in a careless bun. "Oh. Fuck," you thought. "This man is obsessed with me and stalking me and, and ..." Your thoughts trickled off as you realized how stupid you sounded thinking this garbage. He wasn't interested in you.

As relieved as you felt at that conclusion, you were also hit with a brief sadness that you were just another student to him. He's probably invited all kinds of people to cinema. You were no more special than the last.

"Relax, sweetheart. I don't have cameras set up in your bathroom watching you or anything. That would be tacky. I just know your type. You're easily scared."

You laughed at this.

"You get off to relieve tension and stress."

"Yeah? So? Who doesn't?" You shot back at him.

"Fair enough, fair enough." He looked amused by your argument. "Mm. Well, this is all very interesting. But it's time, once again, to watch, so sit down." He pointed to the place next to him.

You openly mocked him for ordering you around. "'Sit down? Sit," your laughter was spiteful. "Sit down. Oh-kay professor." There was that word again. "I've already seen the movie, thanks."

Geto reached up to take your hand and place it against his soft lips. He held it there for a moment and said, "Yes, but you haven't seen it with me." He rooted his dark eyes to yours and stuck the tip of his tongue between where your index and middle finger met. And licked you.

"Sit." And you did.

Wet pussy and all.

The movie has started, and all you want to watch is Geto. The man is beautiful. It made you almost angry about how beautiful he was.

30 minutes into it. He has kept to himself.

45 minutes into it, and his breathing hasn't even changed. But you're feeling the slick between your legs becoming more and more prevalent. Your skirt is getting the worst of it. You're not sure why you do this, but you uncross your legs. Hoping against hope that the way they were pressed together, the way they forced your pussy to rub on itself, would stop.

You were going crazy from this man's indifference.

1 hour into it, and you feel him turn and look at you. He readjusts himself on the plush seat and puts his hand on your knee.

You looked at him, thinking again of how the sharp tip of his wet tongue felt between your fingers. Your breath hitched for just a moment, and he took notice of the change in your demeanor.

Your body is no longer languid on the wide cushion beneath you. Geto wants you to relax while under his watchful eye. He wants to see you come apart at his fingertips. He wants to put you back together, too.

"Is this ok, pretty girl?" Geto asks in an almost too-quiet voice. He looks at you as shadows dance around the room. The couple in the movie has just discovered going down on one another. You watch them with an unwavering focus because if you don't, you're afraid you'll climb on your companions' face and suffocate him between your thighs.

"Mm. You're not comfortable with this. That's fine." He started to pull his hand back from your knee, and you turned your attention to him. Ready to protest his withdrawal, you stumble for your words. "I, I neh–" You clear your throat and try again. "Fuck! I never said that I wasn't comfortable with your hand on my knee. We're not in middle school, Geto. Put your hand on my fuckin' knee if you want to. It doesn't make any difference to me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "No? No difference at all. You're a bigger pain in the ass than I gave you credit for." He shook his head. "I think it's best if I just go. Would you like a ride home?"

"A ride home? Are you fucking kidding me?" You pulled his hand over and sat it on your lap. About 5 or 6 inches above where he'd originally positioned it before. "It ... does ..." You nearly choked on your words this time. "It does make a difference. Ok? OK? Happy now?"

Geto scooched a little closer to you so he could relax, and his hand would stay where you put it. He smiled. "I am. Thank you."

His hand was a double entendre. It made you wonder how something so presumably light could feel so heavy. Such a calming gesture, making you feel so wild.

Geto's right index finger began to draw small but deep 8's over your skirt into your skin. He could feel how warm your body was getting.

You're breathing heavily now. He leaned up and got much closer to you and reached up to brush one of your stray hairs aside like it was the whole reason for the sudden lack of oxygen to your brain.

1 1/2 hours, and his hand is the only thing holding you to this earth. You could sprout wings and fly away. You feel lighter, somehow. Even though he's tethered you here. Tied you to this couch that's seen god knows what. Will it get a new viewing of its own tonight, perhaps?

A particularly graphic scene comes up as you sit there next to Geto. You try to look away, but his grip on your leg tightens. You feel a wave of dizziness as his piercing eyes lock onto yours. "I didn't ask you to the movies with me so you could stare at the wall. Watch this. Learn. Listen. Why do you think that it's impossible to keep love and sex separate during the course of a relationship? And I'm not referring only committed ones.

"A sexual relationship doesn't have to be anything more than the expression of appreciation for someone's physical beauty." He continued. "Love usually runs deeper. To a person's soul. I mean, if you believe that people have souls."

You rolled your eyes. "I hate to play the sexist card. But leave it to a man – a really fucking attractive man, no less, to downplay the closeness that can resonate during sex. Lovemaking. Fucking. Call it what you want. But that's about as intimate as you can get with another person. And I think it's a really vulnerable posit–"

Geto started belly laughing. He lifted his hand from you to hold his flat stomach as he cracked up at your expense. "Listen to you. You sound like a virgin who's grown up watching only movies where there's a happy ending. A true happy ending with a knight in shining armor riding in on his unicorn steed carrying a single white rose because only the best for his untouched bride." He laughed another hard chuckle and looked back at your unamused face.

"You can be a real asshole, you know that." You said. "Just because I think that love AND sex go hand in hand doesn't mean I live for Disney movies. I'm well aware of the harsh realities surrounding love and sex. The way that people are lulled into a false sense of security. They give themselves fully over only to be kicked in the teeth and left on a curb holding a sign that says, 'I'm broken, but give me a chance. PS I'm a good cook, b‐t‐dubs.' And furthermore, it's no secret that the more invested a person becomes in their S/O, the more they turn themselves over to th—"

Geto leaned in and kissed you so lightly on your lips that were moving a thousand words a minute . "Who hurt you." He asked after pulling back. His smile was like a corrosive gel that you could slather on the most tarnished surface to get the ugly off.

You were surprised at how gentle his lips were against yours. You always imagined your time with him would be, well, not that tender. "W–what was that for?" Goddamn it. Why were you always suspicious of people who showed you any interest?

He was silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "I wanted to see what it would feel like." You scrunched up your face without even realizing it and asked him if he's ever kissed anyone.

"Are you fucking dumb? Of course I've kissed people. Many people. Men. Women. Any adult on the 'human' spectrum." He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Ahh. I wanted to see what it was like to kiss you. Ok?"

You thought about that for a moment before leaning over and kissing him again. Softly. Timidly. Sparingly. You were afraid to give too much of yourself to this man. Through kiss or otherwise. It would be too easy to become all consumed with him. You could see yourself vanishing in his wake.

"And that? What was that for?" He asked, staring at you through lustful eyes. You shrugged playfully.

You're not even watching the movie anymore. Really, there was not much point for both of you to sit through it again. You wouldn't forget about the story for a long while to come.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. "Prof–professor Geto ... I ... I ..." Your words were desperate. They almost came across as whines. You hoped he'd only note the neediness in your voice and not the pathetic way you're so touch starved.

"Yes, y/n? Tell me. Just ... just tell me." You ran your fingers down the back of his head, eliciting a heavy shiver as you sat down, straddling him. You could feel the bulge grow beneath your spread cunt. He reached to cup your breasts in his slow hands.

You dropped your forehead to his, and for a moment, you wondered if he knew you were bare under your skirt, save for the belt and your socks. You pooled your skirt up around your waist, exposing your thighs and ass. He does now, you thought.

Geto's hands fell to your legs, and he rubbed the soft skin heartily. He leaned forward and grabbed up the most round part of your ass cheeks, and pulled you closer to him. You could feel the slick gathering on his pants. The fabric covering his zipper began to feel tacky.

"Wha– do you wa–want, y/n? Tell me what you want ... from me." You let out a moan as he massaged and held your breasts. He licked around your nipples and nibbled at the mounds of hot flesh.

Your movements on top of him were becoming more and more focused. It was all you could do to not reach between your balanced bodies and denude his cock from its cloth prison. He let out a low moan as you started stroking your pussy against him harder. Your body quivered with pleasure as he tipped forward, putting his mouth on the outside of your ear.

"Do you want ... this?" He sat you down on the couch again and got down on his knees on the floor before you. Geto kissed from where your garter belt stopped on your right leg all the way around. He stopped to lick at your slick opening a few times before turning his attention back to your other thigh, continuing to kiss you there until he was met with the clasps on the opposite leg.

His hands slid easily under your twitching legs as he pulled you to the edge of your seat. "Watch me, not the movie. Understand, pretty?"

You brushed rogue bangs aside to see his face better. "Mmm .... mmhmm." You nodded almost maniacally as he began licking your clit with the focused tip of his tongue. It was all you could do to not slam your head back. It felt so good.

There was a gradually growing wet spot underneath you on the loveseat (now you see that it was ironically named). Geto started to taunt your opening with the tip of his finger. Your body jolted whenever he retreated despite him not really even entering you.

"What do you want, y/n?" You wished that you could talk. That you weren't such a fucking blubbering mess after he'd been going down on you for less than 5 minutes.

"Ah, I wan' – fffuck." You can't hold your head up any longer, so you lay it against the back, still eyeing him. "I want you ..." You manage to say the words clumsily. If your eyes were daggers, he'd have bled out by now.

"You got it." He knelt in front of you and spread your legs and pushed his hands under the long skirt.

He passes the clips on your thighs with his roaming hand. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you try to concentrate. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself of the hours of preparation. You'd be damned if you weren't going to be rewarded for all of it.

"Do ... do you think anyone will come in?" You asked, suddenly aware you're on display right now."

Geto didn't answer. "Muhh." He was too focused on you. Whatever kind of answer that was. It made you wonder if he was just being agreeable or actually listening.

"Get‐Oh shiiiittt. Oh my god, y-yes. Hmmm..." You didn't remember there were other people on the planet right now. His face was completely buried between your thighs. You see now that he couldn't answer if he wanted to. And from the way he was devouring you, you knew assuring you wasn't at the top of his to-do list.

He went at you like you were an iceblock in the most stark desert. Licking you and sucking you into his mouth. His tongue swirling around your clit had you squirming out of his grasp.

It wasn't that you wanted to break his grip on you. But the feelings were so intense. All focused on one ... tiny ... spot.

"Oh god, Geto, I need ... fffuck. I haf'ta ... " Your words were failing you.

He sat up, licking his lips, smiling at you. His hair disheveled from your fingers, finding their way onto his head. "S' sweet, pretty."

He helped sit you up and sat down next to you. His eyes drunk on your body as he looked at your lips for a minute. The corners of your mouth turned upward slightly as you inched your way over to him.

"Scoot back," you told Geto. You got on your knees on the small couch and leaned over, resting on your elbows. He was so hard. You just wanted him inside of you so badly.

You rested just above his lap as you undid his belt, button, and zipper. He muttered something and moved to help you. "Uh-uh. It's my turn now." You said, and Geto laughed a little. "Who am I to argue."

You pushed his pants down to his knees and then gently, like you were holding a priceless artifact, pulled his thick cock out from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp a little as you held it. The way he watched you look it over made you feel nervous. Like you had never seen something like this before. His gaze remained on you as you closely inspected each vein and all the characteristics of it.

You brought the head to your lips and kissed it, immediately dragging a moan from Geto's throat. You've never been with someone who so easily gave themselves over to the sounds. If it were at all possible, you were turned on even more at his vocalizations.

There was no hurry here on your part, so you took things slowly. You were also hoping he had nowhere to be at 2 am.

Adjusting your position so you could rest on his thighs and still utilize your hands, you slipped and felt him hit the back of your throat. "F.U.C.K." You thought. "Does he know I slipped or does he think I'm just amazing?!"

You remembered your roommate telling you the crazy shit her and her boyfriend do. "Yeah, it's really simple once you get your breathing under control. When you master that, you could choke back an actual eggplant." She told you one night after she stumbled in half naked. You promised to take her to coffee as a thank you for her invaluable advice on the subject.

"Ho– holy shit, y/n. That, that's – oh fuck." Geto was restraining himself from thrusting upwards anymore. You were doing well enough on your own.

Bringing your right hand up, you wrap it around his length and begin to stroke him. Your mouth still holding the tip, you lick him with a flat tongue.

"Y/n y/n y/n, fuck ..." He sounds and feels like he's close. You can detect the slight contracting in your mouth when you touch him a certain way or roll him around in your hot, wet mouth.

Geto reached down and cupped your face in his hands. "S-s- M'gonna, hah, ." You sat up, your skirt still somehow held in place at your waist. Your upper legs are shiny from sweat and your juices mixing around.

Geto was lifting his hips off of the couch, and the hand he had on the back of your head was becoming more firm and careless in its grip.

You started breathing heavily through your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do.

You took him so far deep, so suddenly, that he let out a noise you were sure was a staple in his infancy.

He leaned forward a bit and grabbed your shoulder with his right hand, and softly put his left on your ear.

"Fuck, y/n. Fucking h– oh, mmhhm, ffffuckkk!" You felt the heat hit the back of your throat and you instinctually swallowed.

You sat up and wiped your face with your forearm. It took him a moment for him to regain his composure, but he was smiling at you like you'd told him the secret to a happy life.

"Y/n. Why are you just sitting there?" The question caught you off guard. "Was – was I supposed to go?" Geto extended his arm to you, and you took it.

He pulled you up onto his lap, and you let out a little squeak at how easily he hauled you over. "Geto ... what'cha, what'cha doin'?"

"Calm down." He chuckled before he settled back into his spot on the couch. He sat you down, straddling him again, but this time, his pants were down.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He pulled you close into him, and he kissed you. Geto's arms wrapped around your waist, and his large hands kneaded the muscles on your back.

You kissed each other so deeply and slowly that you never wanted to stop. Your tongues twist around, leaving you both breathless but unwilling to be the first to pull away.

His bottom lip trailed from your neck to your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan as his hands slid down your back.

You couldn't take the teasing you anymore. His cock was pressing into your wetness, practically begging to be swallowed up into you. "Geto ..." You tried to plead with his reasonable side. But he had no reasonable intentions right now.

Geto whispered in your ear, "You can have it all if you want." The temptation lingers to see how long you can dance over him like this. But ultimately, you sit down on him, taking his cock all the way inside of you.

Both of you throw your heads back, wildly different sounds erupting from your throats. Geto moaned deeply as you enveloped him. His skin was so hot to the touch. "Fuck Geto, ya feel s'good."

He raised your shirt above your chest and ran his thumbs over your nipples. "You're so fucking tight, y/n. Shit, I could – ah, fuck. I could cum right now."

You hastened your movements on him. The way his cock drags against your hot walls was clouding out the reality around you. "Mm–me t-to. Oh god, mmhmm. G'na cum!"

Geto slid his hand between your legs to rub your clit but he wasn't halfway with his reach when the two of you came together.

"Fuck, pretty girl." He lifted you up just enough to see him still inside of you. You looked down to see your body already letting go of the combined juices.

"Now, y/n. I have to ask. Do you love me? Or was that just sex?"

You laughed as your face turned a bright red. "I dunno. I think it's you who loves me."

Geto hooked his arms under your legs and flipped you onto your back on the couch. "Whoo! What're you doing!" You giggled and brushed his hair from his face.

"From a scientific perspective, I think this is going to require a lot of research."

You rolled your eyes, smirking. Geto lined himself up with you and eased his way in.

"For ... mm, ah ... for science!"

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The Chay Rewatch Ep. 4

As part of my KP Rewatch, I’m going to be commenting on each episode and analyzing the different Chay scenes. He’s my favorite character, and I thought I’d put down my thoughts (as well as timestamps for his scenes) as a fun way to express that.

Ep 1 & 2, Ep 3

This one is gonna be two-parter because Tumblr has character limits, please look at the reblog for part 2

Episode 4 - The Chay Drought ends, KimChay begins

Gang we are finally back to seeing Chay outside of the previously on segment

Y’all when I tell you I was so excited for this episode

I’m so intrigued by what Porsche says in the sauna. Nampueng why the hell did you say that to baby Porsche? It does develop her character beyond the silent attic wife trapped by Korn though. Clearly, growing up as an adopted child in the mafia world hardened her enough that she felt okay saying this to a child.

Also her saying this about Chay is very telling. Porsche is the heir, the one trapped by parental expectations in a world he doesn’t like (like Kinn???). He has the responsibility to bear whatever he has to in order for Chay to be free. Chay was always meant to be outside of the mafia narrative and escape in a way Nampueng knew her first born never could. Or maybe she wanted to raise a fighter and a strategist, who knows.

Time: 26:00 – 31:19 – Return of the Best Boi

Our longest Chay scene yet, this scene is so long and I kept pausing it to write down every thought in my head.

Chay, I thought we’d never see you again

Sidenote, what’s the name of the friend Chay is with? I think the fandom named him Ohm? Because I’ve seen that name used in fanfics

 “We’ve got a kind graduate that will share his experience with us.” – I know this may be a translation thing, but isn’t Kim still a student at this university? We see him on campus later on in the series getting ragged on for not going to classes, so did the MC actually mean senior? Or maybe he graduated and then is doing his master’s at the same school?

Also, very glad we somewhat got an age on Kim since if he’s a graduate or a senior that puts him in the 21-24 age range, and since Chay is looking at schools to apply to, he’s probably 18/19 age range (yes I know Barcode was younger than that at the time of filming, but Jeff is definitely older than 21-24 so I’m not going to go by actor age). Not the worst age difference, but definitely one that exists.

Chay’s Outfit: Chay immediately stands out in the crowd with his baby blue school uniform and khaki pants. Almost every other student is wearing a very, very pale pink or blue shirt with dark shorts or skirts. The viewer is immediately capable of picking out Chay among the crowd and keeping an eye on him, a hard thing for costuming to achieve when the scene is meant to be a bunch of students all dressed nearly the same. Also, Chay’s school crest says BOC International and he doesn’t have his name sewn onto his shirt like the rest of the students (I’m assuming those are names, if I’m wrong please correct me)

“Who’s that?” “It’s Wik. How could you not know?” – Chay babes, please don’t attack your bestie like that.

Chay’s friend not knowing who Wik is when Chay literally has a whole obsessive fanboy thing going on, very interesting. I understand this is to tell the audience who Wik is, but it also says a lot about Chay’s relationship with his friends. Chay is really good at hiding things when he wants to, we see that throughout the series. The only person he doesn’t really hide anything from is Kim, and that’s honestly partially because Chay has the self-confidence of a god and Kim likes ferreting out secrets.

“I want to study here because of him.” – Oh Chay, you cute little delulu stalker. I know this gets ignored because there are so many other, bigger red flags in this story, but Chay deadass stalks Kim. And no joke, Kim falls for him because of it and later stalks him back. Soulmate behavior I guess. Chay’s red flag is a high school story red flag instead of a mafia storyline red flag so it gets buried. And Chay’s friend 100% sees that. Bro nods his head while internally going damn the delulu runs deep in this one.

Kim’s Wik Outfit: The brown leather jacket with the red lining and silver studs, the insane amount of silver jewelry, the white pants! This is such an outfit. The tendrils of hair artfully hanging in his face. Good shit. Did I stare at Jeff’s hands to see if he was wearing his family ring? Yes, and I won’t be taking questions about it.

“I’ve realized that you’re my good memory. The empty calendar is now full of your name.” “Your laughter that makes me feel like it’s Friday.” - Now I want to dissect this song because this song foreshadows the KimChay relationship so hard, and you don’t really pay much attention to it during your initial viewing because obviously the viewer first time round has no idea what kind of angst KimChay is headed for. Why Don’t You Stay gets all of the praise (obviously she’s the work horse of this drama) while this song gets crumbs. Kim singing this song in front of the person he’s going to fall in love with, who turns into the one good thing in his life, who’s ‘tutoring sessions’ (i.e. the two spy missions and medley of dates afterward) take over his calendar, and who’s laughter makes his heart warm (and 100% haunts him after he makes Chay cry)

I’m really interested in how big of a star Wik is. Chay’s friend doesn’t know him, but he’s obviously popular enough that his university (probably in exchange for some extra credit since Kim skips so much) has him as a headliner for their open house. He even draws a good-sized crowd who seem very knowledgeable about his work not just randoms who are touring the school like Chay’s friend.

I’m sorry bowl cut, drumstick boy has the best reactions throughout this scene. During Wik’s performance, dude is rocking out, and his exuberant thumbs up to what Wik says kills me. He may not be as wild as Chay, but bro is a big Wik fan so I support him. In comparison, Chay is very calm and quiet while watching his idol. He only shows his emotions when he can’t answer the questions and rants about Wik’s MVs.

Kim comes off so cold throughout this scene. The look on his face after he finishes his bit and the MC comes back on stage is dead inside. He is done. He does not want to be here. He wants to go write some songs and add pictures to his conspiracy board. I’m not saying that Kim dislikes performing and being Wik, no. I just think Kim likes the music more than he likes the performance. The public persona of Wik definitely helps him stay away from Korn’s machinations, but I think if Kim could have his music without the people aspect of being a musician he would in a heartbeat. But he puts up with it to stay away from his father.

Chay knowing all of the answers and correcting people. The looks he give the people who answer instead of him is as close to murderous as he gets in this series. If not for the laws of this land and the fact that Porsche doesn’t let him have a knife, he would have stabbed a bitch.

Anyways, there’s my obsessive fan boy! I am not joking when I say Kim fell for him because of his obsessive stalker tendencies. And his friend hyping him up, saying he’ll get the next question, and even trying to get the MC to pick Chay when literally less than an hour ago he had no idea who Wik was or the scale of Chay’s obsession. Need me a friend like that.

Speaking of, the absolute change in Kim’s expression when Chay goes on his little tangent. Bro deadass finally had some life in his eyes. He is shook and falling in love all at the same time. MC has to nudge Kim to get him out of his heart eyes moment.

I maintain that if Kim hadn’t gone all Kimlock Holmes about Porchay being Porsche’s brother he still would have obsessed over the cute boy who has the same obsessive red flag as him. KimChay are freaks who love a bit of stalking.

Bowl Cut’s “Even I didn’t know that. Who the hell are you?” – bro does Wik only have obsessive fans? Also yes, fear Chay’s power Bowl Cut Boy.

I am not gonna lie Barcode towering over people around him is so funny to me. He is baby, but that baby is six feet tall.

Chay is so happy when Kim offers to give him something else!!

#kinnporsche #kprewatch2023 #kimchay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawat #porchay #kinnporche the series

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 7

How could I have forgotten about Lene’s teachings on “the Way of the Maid”. This should be good.

I see the other Knights showed up this time. I’m sure at least some of them are regretting not sitting on the last meeting when Rod pushed his proposal.

I will say this about Rod, he doesn’t half-ass things. If he’s going to do something, he’s going to put the effort in, hence why he is one of the top students.

Okay, with the glasses, she reminds me of the François Head Maid. I suppose it makes sense she is to blame for this.

Even as a child, Lene had mastered the art of manipulating Claire.

Hmm, I think Misha wears it best.

Also, putting lipstick on Lorek is just adding insult to injury.

Oh, no, Claire as a butler is more dangerous than I thought. I saw that shot in the preview but hearing her speak is doing something to me. And now I know why so many girls ended up falling for Claire later on in the series.

If Rae didn’t take this opportunity, I’d have been disappointed in her.

Claire, don’t threaten her with a good time, you know how she is by now.

It’s that guy, whose name is not really worth remembering. If it weren’t for the momentary focus on him, he’d blend in with all the background characters.

Hello? That person is here, lurking ominously in the shadows.

Now isn’t that interesting. During an “event” where one of the three love interests shows up, it is actually Claire to the rescue. I mean, if we are talking about the LI with the highest affection level, who else would it be?

I think that covers the Lene-focused flashbacks from Claire’s childhood. We did the ones focused on her mother last episode. I wonder when they plan to show us the rest.

You doing okay, Thane? Sounds like you’re losing the will to live.

This is the closest to courtship that Rae has actually done since she met Claire. To put it another way, Rae finally (kind-of) asked Claire out on a date.

Claire, you really set yourself up for that.

This Haunted House gets an A for atmosphere, and an F for costume design.

Does that boy have a permanent blush, or is he that into Yu and Rae?

Rae may understand and agree with the Commoner Movement, but making sure Claire gets her “happy ending” is her priority. If, hypothetically, the Movement ever became a threat to Claire, Rae would not hesitate to show them what a dualcaster can do.

Seriously, Rae, how do you not get it yet? The first time you properly ask Claire out on a date, which she willingly agreed to, and you close it out by wishing her luck getting with someone else. No wonder the poor girl is so confused and not sure whether to believe in your love or not.

I do get to a certain extent what Rae means when she says Claire saved her. I had a similar life-altering experience playing a certain game. It had such an impact on me, that when I changed my name, I took that character’s name as part of my new one.

Rae doesn’t realise the opportunity she let slip by. Still, Claire did hold on to the necklace.

I see Claire’s ED song has changed, just like Rae’s, which I still haven’t found a translation for, yet.

Guess we’re skipping the shopping encounter with Dole, Claire’s father. I suppose that’s fine. Unless we get a second season, there’s not much point teasing the audience too much if there’s no guarantee of a payoff.

I figured if we had the extra time this episode, we’d have that as a cliffhanger.

#i’m in love with the villainess #i'm in love with the villainess

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Pls talk abt the diffs between st19 and GA. Would love to read your TV production nerd language!

Well, only took me 10 days to finally find time to get to this… my apologies, anon! I hope you're still interested.

I took notes during episodes 20x02 and 7x02 of Grey's Anatomy and Station 19 respectively to formulate my answer to this, but I should disclose that I have not been an avid watcher of Grey's Anatomy in about a decade. Despite my education in technical film and television production, anything stated here is my own opinion. Art is subjective and I absolutely do not have all the answers.

Let's start with Grey's…

So, from when Grey's first premiered in 2005 until the 10th season, the show was shot on film. That fact lends a lot to the stylistic formula of the show, which is not something you ever really want to change. (Fans arrive for a certain feel, thus a production bible is created that is adhered to for - hopefully - the entirety of a piece of work.)

I think it's most obvious in the coverage of scenes; shots are long and flowing, often moving around subjects as they converse with each other. By shooting this way, they would've protected themselves from needing to reset as frequently and it makes the editing process a lot more seamless. Also, in my experience, it just makes it easier to translate a director’s vision from set into the editing room.

(In film school, a lot of people will take a million different angles of a scene, all in little snippets, because it guarantees you'll have what you need for an interesting edit. However, if you work a bunch of continuous shots of the scene, actors get the opportunity to really immerse themselves in it - resulting in better performance - and the final edit has fewer possible iterations of what it could look like. Why don't students do this? Firstly, it's harder - more risk of having something in the background that will screw things up, more challenging to cut together if you have to remove a singular moment, harder to keep steady if you're not comfortable with stabilizing equipment or don't have any. Secondly, professors don't often encourage it because a lot of people are really terrible at camera operation if they're not trained properly.)

Anyways, all that to stay is Grey’s has this really fluid style to how they shoot. Nearly every shot is moving in some way, whether it’s a dolly, a pan, a tilt, etc. Let it be said that they are really, really good at this formula.

Another component of this is wider angle shots so that the characters can be continuously moving – think of those classic hallway walking scenes as a prime example. Allowing the actors to really move in a space helps to build tension without needing a bunch of little cuts and camera angles. This means there are some scenes in the show that only have one camera angle present before it moves onto the next scene, which isn’t super common in my experience.

Not to say that they don’t utilize closeups – Grey’s is a drama so it’d be kind of weird to not make use of closeup shots for the showing of emotion. However, the closeups seem to predominantly occur in the OR. My guess as to why that is would be in helping the audience differentiate who is who (as well as what they’re feeling), since part of their faces have to be covered during operations, but that’s pure speculation on my part.

And beyond all of that, Grey’s is visually still a drama. A lot of moments occur at night. Scenes are often darker, with more focus on backlighting than clear illumination of character faces. I find their blacks a lot stronger, which is probably something to do with their colouring.

There’s also just fewer action-packed moments, since the story often takes place with people just talking, so there doesn’t appear to be as much of an editing technique called “cutting on the action”. Which, honestly, makes sense if they’re filming longer takes. (Shoutout to my prof who constantly gave triple-take homework and made me completely ridiculous about cutting. on. action. You broke me, my dude.)

Conversely, Station 19 has a very different formula…

As an action drama, that was never shot on film, S19 adheres to a completely different bible. One that they rewrote after season 2 (I think? When did the voiceover intros stop?), you’ll probably notice, when they decided to veer a little further away from their identity as a Grey’s Anatomy spinoff.

The first thing I always notice is that a lot more of S19 scenes happen during the day, since the unspoken law of most episodes is that they begin as the team is coming onto their shift first thing in the morning and then stretches through their 24-hour. Scenes are just brighter and more illuminated – more of the sunlight streaming in windows and less of the visible nighttime cityscape you’ll notice in Grey’s. I also really love that they usually begin this time period with the characters at home, whereas Grey’s seems to have episodes finish with that.

Light is also obvious in how things are coloured on S19. Their blacks don’t seem as dark in the final colouring, which may have something to do with the navy blue of their uniforms. It also just feels like there’s more white present on their sets? But that can’t possibly be true because Grey’s literally takes place in a hospital.

Anyways, S19 fully subscribes to the shooting and editing style of an action production. Scenes have lots of coverage (they utilize over-the-shoulder shots which don’t happen as often in Grey’s), there are lots of quick cuts in the edit, and their shots are overall steadier or static with less of the flowy movement that Grey’s has. They also use a lot more closeup and tighter framing, focusing on cowboy and up – unlike the Grey’s formula of a full-body shot. (A cowboy shot covers from the middle of the thigh to the top of the head, ie. you would be able to see the cowboy’s gun in its holster… anything above that is a tighter framing.)

And S19 loves a montage. I can’t say for certain whether Grey’s still uses those, or if they ever really did, but S19 leans into a zero-dialogue montage edit for storytelling. Which I don’t find super common, as I think some people believe it’s a little too artsy or stylistic, but I think is a really effective way to get a plot point across sometimes. Do we really need to know exactly what they said or is it enough to see that they were smiling when it happened? Film and television are visual medias and fanfic writers everywhere are grateful for the gaps in the story that they get to fill in with their own headcanons. (I said what I said.)

I’m sure there’s lots more things I could probably point out on why Grey’s Anatomy and Station 19 complement each other while looking like they could be from completely different universes, but that’s all I wrote down while watching them both live. Hopefully my film theory professor and my screenwriting professor are proud of me for this analysis.

Thanks for the question, anon! Always here to answer and talk nerdy if anyone ever has any more.

#film and television production #janelle's asks #anonymous #grey's anatomy #station 19 #visual media #analysis #what else do I tag? #fuck if i know #talk nerdy to me

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btw, if you liked my post analysing just the magnet "holsters" in Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles, I'm eventually gonna post more outfit description/analysis! just cuz I've already been writing some longer descriptions for a while now - that's one of my fave things to research and write about, since it can be good art reference for my own drawings, and especially since I can go through the episodes looking for anything new to write down or connect :)

Also, thank you so much for the replies on my post! LOVING the reactions I'm seeing on it, I didn't expect this to do numbers at all but I'm pleased people enjoy reading me ramble about details in a show I like haha xD I don't usually get replies on my other fandom posts, so this is very surprising, even here. I'm touched!

Replies below! :)

@ranarenee - I already replied to you on the original post, but I genuinely just wanted to feature this comment cuz I'm glad ppl are having a positive reaction to this post xD

I also think it was probably a bit easier to animate them! in addition, because it provides an interesting change of technology in the world of Usagi Chronicles, it means that it might have become more interesting to design this hypothetical descendant-world. I'm sure they might have also just thought it was an interesting and unique element of what they were making, but from Art Director Khang Le and Stan Sakai's CBCC interview, and the SDCC@ Home 2021 panel I remember it was mentioned a few times how many clever things they found to make the production spending smaller on the more trivial things.... so the magnetic holsters feels like a thing that might have hit many birds with one stone, so-to-speak. You have the easier drawing of boards and maybe a few things made lighter for the 3D crew (no extra models or rope to animate, for example), but you also have a pleasing design element to give the main fighters in the cast - Usagi, Gen and Chizu - as well as other characters who would happen to wear weapons on their person aside from Karasu-Tengu. Like mentioned in the post, Kitsune is an interesting exception here, because of course, she's based on UY Kitsune who is also not a direct fighter or anything, but also, the world of SR appears to be at peace of some sort, and it's mentioned several times that there were wars at some point, so not many ordinary citizens of Neo would even have these unless they wanted to use or carry weapons every day. Kitsune wants to blend in with this ordinary citizenry and does so quite well.

I just thought of this today and I guess my post sort of mentioned it, but this existence of the magnets also seems to imply some hierarchy of income or money flow. Kitsune doesn't have any because she doesn't need them and she wouldn't spend money she doesn't have on them anyway. Chizu is Lady Fuwa's favourite student despite how she treats her - and gets the best undercover gear, so like Gen and Usagi, custom magnets. I suspect also that Chizu deliberately somehow got herself assigned to the temple-job (headcanon for now), or perhaps hoped it would be something like that, because she didn't want to get any of the more victim-heavy missions the Neko Ninja do. Gen obviously has spent his own money on the holsters and they are there out of pure practicality - can't be a bounty-hunter without wepons, can you? So the magnets seem more like they're ordinary but custom for the outfit. And Usagi, as discussed before, possibly inherited them because of the clan mon adorning the inlay of the magnet.

@kinokothere - thank you!! I will probably continue making posts like this even if I have no audience! why I made this blog at first was to collect my SRTUC fandom theories and drawings under a more organized platform compared to twitter, where this specific fan-account started. I now write almost explusively about SRTUC so you can bet I have way fewer notes than if I wrote about shipping or something else popular for example xD

Thank you @0yasumi-0-ya-su-mi! it's a fun little world-building detail that I really liked when I started wtaching and I hope other fans also include it more in their work x3

@umhuhwellthen x3 thank you!! i love seeing reactiong tags like this one!

#usagi chronicles #srtuc #aghhtreplies #ranarenee #kinokothere #0yasumi-0-ya-su-mi #umhuhwellthen #srtuc Kitsune #yuichi usagi #Murakami Gen #srtuc Gen #srtuc Chizu #tag review #that is what i am tagging all responses for now but i guess this is more #reply review #srtuc analysis #gif #Karasu-Tengu #I put my new gif there cuz I haven't edited it yet but it is so funny: commentary soon

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Forbidden Lessons XXI

Masterlist

Somehow the longest chapter thus far.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

Your mother doesn’t stay much longer. She’s bored, as she usually is when she’s not the center of attention. There’s only so much a single person can offer her. And her pathetic suicidal daughter is hardly a fond audience.

You take out your phone again. She insisted on getting your number, feigning offense that you hadn’t already texted her with your new one. It makes little difference, she isn’t going to call. 

Your chat with Professor Barnes pops back up. ‘Sunshine?’

You forgot to answer. You type into the box, ‘sorry, fell asleep. Home.’ He sends back a smiley face almost immediately and you leave the cell on the night table. You don’t get how people can live their lives on those tiny anxiety-inducing gadgets. It’s probably easier when you actually know people.

You shut off the lights and let your laptop cast a dim glow around your dorm. You lay in the soft hue as your eyelids droop, the dialogue of actors soothing your mind. You latch onto their fictional issues, those are much simpler. You drift off into sleep, almost forget the cold river, the cruel professor, and your selfish mother.

When you wake, you’re groggy. It’s the deepest you’ve slept since the morning on the bridge. You assume it’s the panic attack breaking down the final slat of resistance or just the mountain piled high over the week finally overcoming you. It doesn’t matter, it was hardly more restful than any other night.

You eat a bowl of instant oatmeal and look over the outline for that day’s course. You skim through the articles listed there and count down the time until you need to leave. That class is easier, the professor doesn’t notice you, nor do the students. 

You return in the afternoon. Your mother honks and startles you before you can start up the walkway to the front door. She leaves her car parked in the space against the curb and clomps up to you in her heeled boots.

“How was class, honey?” she asks but doesn’t wait for a reply, “oh, I had a marvelous time last night. So much fun. I met the dreamiest man at the bar. Mm, so handsome. I got a picture. Oh, but listen to me, like a girl again, all agog. Ugh, he is so nice. The way he calls me darling…”

She trails you inside, you, her silent sounding board. While she’ll hardly get the praise she desires, she won’t ever get anything less than tolerance. It’s enough for her.

“Anyhow, I had to come check on you, like a good mommy,” she preens as you climb the stairs, “I think I might be in town a little longer than I thought.”

“Oh?” you utter as you enter your dorm.

“I’ve got a date tonight! Oooo,” she squeals, “I can’t believe it. I thought this trip was going to be bust but I might’ve met my one. Can you believe it? After all these years, after your father ran out, all those stupid guys I chased around– means I can’t stay for dinner of course but I’m going to leave you some money to order in.”

“Okay, mom,” you say as you let your jacket fold over the back of your desk chair.

“I should go out and buy a new dress, shouldn’t I?”

“I guess,” you mumble. She doesn’t hear you, she’s on her stage, giving her monologue.

She falls onto your bed in a swoon, still gabbing about how she thinks red is her best colour. You go to the kitchen and put the kettle on. You wonder if it’s a compulsion. It definitely calms you just to hear the soft tremble of the water.

You turn and lean your crossed arms on the counter. You stare at the wall, humming to keep her talking, to keep her distracted. At least the skeez she met at the bar will give you a night to yourself.

💙

You stare at the phone. It’s your own mistake. You should have closed the app after you played scrabble. But no, you scrolled down socials and now you couldn’t breathe.

Your mother’s in red, her new dress, you see just the strap in the frame of the selfie. It’s not her that bothers you. It’s him. It can’t be but you know unequivocally that it is. The man she met last night, the one taking her to the oh so romantic dinner, is Professor Laufeyson.

You don’t understand it. You can’t. Does he know? How would he? Your mother certainly has no clue. She can’t see that far beyond herself.

You pace around, hitting the chair with your hip each time you pass, unable to stay still. When have your mother’s relationships ever lasted? This will just be another secret to keep. She’ll do the usual, ‘when will he call’ then shift to ‘maybe I’ll call him’ to ‘fuck him, there’s lots of fish in the sea’ as quick as usual.

Still, you’re worked up. That damn chair keeps getting in the way and you still smell her perfume lingering in the air. The over expensive shit that gives you a headache. She’d rather splurge on that then pay for the gas down to see you or upgrade your dorm. She couldn’t even pay for you to take the train!

Stop. Who are you mad at? Him or her? Both? Why can’t you just not care about either of them? Why can’t you be like them and just not care?

You steady your phone. It’s after nine. Later, you have another class tomorrow. Fuck it, you won’t sleep anyway. 

You tap the only other name in your contacts and the chat pops up. ‘Awake? Meet me by the river. Pls.’

The short message reflects the shambles of your racing mind. You grab your jacket and slip your phone in the pocket. You pull on your thick wooly hat but don’t bother with mitts. You step into your boots and out the door, keys loudly jangling as you turn the latch.

You tramp down the hall to the stairs, clumsily descending and stumbling out into the wintery night. January’s almost over but February doesn’t look to be any better. 

Around the back of the building and through the tunnel beneath the library, you come up on the busy street at the edge of campus. You cross at a slant with no regard for the traffic and pass between the barren hedges of the park. 

The fountain is frozen over completely as you walk along the curve of its basin and carry on to the thick rail of the bridge. You look across to the yellow lights of the city buildings between blackened windows. You inhale the cold air wafting off the river and look down.

You hear the water, violent and hungry, swirling and swishing, crashing against the pillars of the short bridge. Black and bulging, the cacophony gets louder and louder in your ears as you peer down, leaning on the rail as the wind curls around your legs.

“Hey, hey,” Professor’s Barnes’ voice is laced with concern as he breaks your trance. He’s out of breath as he nears, “you okay? What are you doing here?”

You keep your gaze on the water. What do you tell him? That you couldn’t resist the urge to come here, to think about that morning, because it was the one time you felt in control. That your mother is going to fuck the man who drove you to this place and there’s nothing you can do.

“Sunshine?” he says desperately, gripping the cement rail.

“There was someone I thought cared about me. I thought they liked me. And they didn’t,” you say quietly as he leans in to listen, “I didn’t think they would after I jumped. I just couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to live with my own stupidity. I didn’t want to go on knowing that no one would ever like me. That I’d never be special to anyone. I jumped because I’m still as stupid as I was.”

He’s silent. A long exhale softly escapes his nose. He gets closer but doesn’t touch you. You stare at the waves. That’s what they would’ve saw. Nothing. You would be down there, invisible as you always are.

“Whoever it is, they didn’t deserve you. They don’t deserve your energy, not like this. They’re the stupid one. The one who can’t see… you.”

You laugh darkly, “you’re nice. And as good a liar as they are. I’m okay, you know? There comes a point of being helpless where you just accept it because fighting it won’t do anything. So you just let everything happen. You’ll survive, not because you want to, but because life will make you.”

He slips his hand off the railing and turns to lean his back against it. He squeezes your shoulder with his hand, “I know there’s nothing I can say to fix or change what you’re feeling, but I know you texted me for a reason. I came because I know you need someone. You don’t have to say it if you can’t. Just let me be here and we’ll both pretend you don’t want me to be.”

You take a deep breath and look at him. He has a beanie pulled crookedly over his dark hair, a shank jutting out to his brow, his jacket is open and his boots undone. He must’ve raced down here.

“You should do your coat up,” you say as you step back and hug yourself, “it’s cold.”

“It is,” he sighs and chuckles, reaching to zip up his coat with shivering hands, “you like hot chocolate?”

“I have class in the morning. And I already feel awful that you came all the way down here.”

“So make it worth it,” he says awkwardly, “there’s this place, so cool, board game cafe, it’s at the other end of campus,” he turns and points above the sprawl of academic building, “it’s open til midnight. And you can play any game you want. Or that they have, and they serve stuff better than any Starbucks.”

You huff, a fog of air between you. It’s the least you could do and you’re not quite sure you should be alone just yet. Your teeth chatter as you lower your chin. 

You don’t trust him, you can’t, but he’s not trying to lure you to his office or some hotel or a bathroom. He’s just being kind. Maybe it’s pity but you can live with it. He’s the one who made sure that you have to.

“Alright, one game,” you acquiesce.

“Yes,” he pumps his arm but quickly shakes away the show of excitement, “uh,” he offers his elbow, “let’s go. We might still get a good table.”

You shake your head with a tight-lipped smile, hidden in the shadows. You hook your arm around his and let him take you away from the river. You feel his warmth wrapping around you, radiating against the late chill.

“Just don’t make me play Jenga,” he says as you wait to cross the street, “it’ll be a short game.”

#bucky barnes #loki #dark loki #dark!loki #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #forbidden lessons #professor!loki #professor!bucky #mcu #marvel #ask drabble

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ahh i should have clarified that i myself don't have a degree (yet). i'm not from an academically inclined background so when i didn't do well in my first two semesters of university (i failed some classes and only barely passed others), i got very discouraged and saw it as a sign that university is just not for someone like me. i then learned a trade and have been working in the field; but i'm interested in going to university as a mature student and i'm going to apply this year for a BA :)

still, precisely because i don't have a degree it really upsets me that someone who used the chatGPT shortcut is a teacher now. teaching high school students is an academic profession, and it doesn't sit right with me how common it is for teachers to say things like "i learned so much useless stuff in university; none of which i need as a teacher"; it's actually really frustrating. then why do you go to university/become a teacher? ??? ????? (i mean i know why, because it pays well here.)

in our country, MA/MSc degrees are required for a lot of positions, so grad school isn't quite as "you're here because you choose to be" but still.. his sentiment is basically, since he teaches high school students it should just be sufficient to be able to teach them, what’s the point of a thesis? like ok with that sort of logic i could have been a teacher with just a high school certifcate. i think tbh there is a wider discussion here about how people just don’t value knowledge too.

he also later said that he sometimes regrets not just paying someone to write it for him and save himself a lot of time and trouble 💀to me that is just the epitome of being so full of yourself. he has just decided that he has what it takes to be a teacher and making him write a thesis is a waste of time because of that. lmao??

also I would like to point out that this guy is not my friend, just someone i met through a mutual friend (and they’re not exactly friends either, they work together💀) i talked about this with my friend and she said that he isn't even the first person she knows who has casually admitted to using chatGPT like this. i guess they feel emboldened to casually admit to cheating because they know that their peers won't report them because that would then make them look like snitches

i'm sorry about venting like this to you; i just remembered that you spoke about the chatGPT problem before

Well first of all: fingers crossed for your BA applications !! Everyone got at their own pace, sometimes you need a few years to figure out how to best approach University!!

That is indeed upsetting that someone who does not value critical thinking and does not understand the point of research/research writing is teaching now. "I don't need it anyway/I did so much useless stuff at school/Uni" is such a dumb. dumb. Argument.

Like, I had to study German and Spanish and Latin and theology. I took the equivalent of AP biology and physics in school and learned how to use a soldering iron and identify rocks. I learned Roman Law, and company insolvency rules, and the procedure to contest a refusal to grant you a construction permit. During my PhD, I had to become proficient in advanced data-driven research methods and 2 different code languages. NONE OF THAT has anything to do with me job, whatsoever. I teach students about the International Court of Justice and some of them are Literature and History majors. I KNOW that their dazzling knowledge in embeddedness theories of international adjudication is NOT what will get them a job.

But it's not about the raw knowledge, it's about

1. Transferable skills: targeted reading, critical thinking, information gathering, writing for different audiences, time management, group work, self-reflection, project management, conflict resolution...

2. Learning how to learn: adapting to new situations, new rules and new logics; switching from one type of reasoning to another; picking up on new practices, new skills, as fast as possible, knowing how YOU best do that: on your own, with friends, listening, writing, visuals, with cues, independently, by teaching...

3. Putting your future work (and honestly, yourself as a person) in a broader context: knowing what the ICJ is to spot dumb and wrong info when you see it. Knowing that it MATTERS that we know different types of rocks, and therefore we should fund research on geology. Knowing quantitative research methods to know when they are used well and when it's bullshit. Knowing that Latin shaped some languages and not others, to understand the limits of translation itself. Knowing how 'generative' AIs work to understand that there is very little about them that is actually 'generative'.

I would evening argue that just being confronted with the sheer vastness of Things and Knowledge and Fields that are not yours has value in and of itself. It keeps you humble, aware that no matter how much you are knowledgeable on your one (1) thing, in the back of your mind, there is the knowledge that there is much, much knowledge you actually do not have and cannot claim to have. OR, in the wise words of Dan Olson on CryptoBros, to avoid being the kind of person that:

"assume that because they understand one complicated thing [...] all other complicated things must be lesser in complexity and naturally lower in the hierarchy of reality"

#this... was much longer than I intended it to be #no sorry for sending this in my askbox!

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PHANTOM THIEVES OF HOPE - A Danganronpa X Persona 5 Story.

Coming soon...

[Additional Details below...]

//So uh...yeah...Hello Tumblr audience/Survivor audience.

//I apologize for the lack of updates today, and I guess I should let you know that I had a job interview today which took up most of my time. I didn’t want to prioritize the blog over my own wellbeing so I ducked out today.

//But in return, I’ve decided that today will be the day that I unveil my next big DR related project, being Phantom Thieves of Hope.

//Now that I’ve finalized the party for the Persona 5 X Danganronpa AU, I got inspired by the work I put out and decided that I will create an entire fanfic storyline for it.

//I considered doing this for Murder Drones too, but since Murder Drones isn’t finished and not all the secrets have been revealed yet, I need to put that on hold, but given that I love Danganronpa and love Persona 5 just as much, this was something I was super excited to do.

//This story will be where all my other storyline projects are, and will be posted on WattPad. However, depending on how people like it, I’m considering letting it be my first ever Archive Of Our Own fanfic too.

//These will be posted on the fic itself once I upload it to the website, and I will be posting regular updates for it here on the blog as well, but if you’re interested to read it for yourself, there are some guidelines and important information below that I will list for you if so desire to read it:

#1: The story takes place in it’s own original timeline focusing on Danganronpa’s characters.

//To make it easier to understand what I mean by this, this is not a crossover that features characters from the Danganronpa series ONLY. It’s not a story where the Ultimate’s meet the Phantom Thieves, or where the Phantom Thieves steal the hearts of some of the Hope’s Peak students and characters.

//Take Dreams of Acedia for example, which features Joker as well as the cast of Omori. This isn’t like that.

//Instead, the story will feature the main protagonists of the mainline Danganronpa series as Hope’s Peak Academy students, all of whom change the hearts of the rotten people around them in hopes of averting many of the tragedy’s that were displayed within the core series.

//As for the setting, it’s within the same timeline as Danganronpa 3′s Despair Arc, with a few changes. For example, to canonize the V3 characters, they are first years in Hope’s Peak, while the 78th Class are 2nd Years and the 77th Class are third years.

//As for the DR3 class, they are also students at Hope’s Peak, but part of Class 77B instead.

#2: The plot follows similar story beats to the original Persona 5.

//The story is primarily told from the perspective of Makoto, who takes Joker’s place as the protagonist in the story.

//Any and all similarities between this story and the original plot of Persona 5 are more than likely intentional, as I based the original game’s plotline and story beats off of this one.

//For example, there are 8 Palaces in the story, Mementos is relevant, the team gets acquainted with the other world after meeting a weird cartoon animal, and Makoto has his own fair share of confidants from all 5 iterations of the series that he can meet and greet and grow from.

//Obviously it’s not a copy/paste, since the characters will need to have their own conflicts and stories, but the similar progression of plot to the original game is intentional.

#3: This fic is UNNASSOCIATED with any of my other works/the works of others.

//Whether or not Survivor is the first of my stories or the only one of my stories that you’ve checked out or not, it’s important to know that DRSurvivor’s plot and characters are completely separate from PToH. The same applies to all of my other Danganronpa-related works, including ReCaptured and ReProgrammed.

//In summary, this means that Kuripa Kurafto is NOT present in this story. Nor are any of his friends or any other OC’s from this blog, like Matta or Uchui.

//And yes, I know that I made an artwork of him, but that was just because the original art was made for the followers of this blog, who would KNOW him.

//The story however, WILL feature original characters that I’ve created. For example, the third Palace ruler (who shall not be named) is 

//Of course, it also goes to say that anyone else who has made a fic like this, and any similarities between the two, are purely coincidental.

//Some of you may know of a story on AO3 by JustRookie called Danganronpa X Persona: Mirrored Selves. I will state right now that I take no influence from JustRookies’ story, and all the writing in this fic is purely mine own.

//I ain’t no Madarame.

#4: The story is based on SPECIFICALLY Persona 5, not the rest of the series.

//Which effectively means that any integral aspects of games 1 to 4 won’t be 

//Persona 5′s style specifically is what I’m going for here, with the Phantom Thieves and the masks.

#5: There will be shipping and romance elements in the story, but not as many in Survivor.

//Just to manage your expectations, much like with Survivor, there will be some personal ship and romance elements in the story, most notably Naegiri, Saimatsu and Tokomaru, but only the far latter will really come into play with the main story.

//Also, as for Hajime, this story will be more Hinanami geared than Hinazumi.

//This isn’t really important at all. I just know that I a lot of you like the pairings in this blog and I want to manage your expectations.

//That’s all the important information that comes to mind. If anything else comes to your mind and you want to ask about it, feel free to do so through the ask box.

//As things stand right now, I have currently almost finished the first Palace of the story, and I hope sincerely that you all check it out.

//I have been experiencing a bit of writers block with ReCaptured lately, so I’m taking another break from that and focusing on this and Survivor in the meantime. I will also be working on PToH during my break following the end of the current arc.

//And I would just like to say I’d appreciate it if you read the story. You’re all such an amazing audience and I really want to show you more of what I can do.

//Thank you for lending me your time, and stay tuned, fellow thieves~

-Mod

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #persona #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 the phantom x #p5 #p5r #makoto naegi #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #crossover #IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

[shannankle]

okay thinking about Home School once again. Especially the way the first few episodes play with the idea of “teaching valuable life lessons.” I think this stands out especially since the episodes end by quoting these lessons. My first reaction was a bit of confusion, wondering if the writers were in support of these lessons or not. Especially since a number of other GMMTV shows will end episodes by using a meaningful quote. But after watching further, I think it’s an intentional move, one that is meant to play with the viewer, using the metatextual element of the quotes and the “life lesson” narratives as a way to manipulate the audience--much like the masters use these lessons to manipulate the students. So far, I think it’s pretty clever in that regard.

Each “lesson” is clearly centered around punishing or breaking specific students while on the surface making it seem like tough love and a meaningful lesson learned to all of the students. Now I’m not sure if the masters truly believe they are teaching lessons, but the end result is the same. If you’re always trying to guess what lesson is being taught your focus is on either blaming whoever the lesson is aimed at or on how this is intended to better you. Rather than seeing the fucked up ways they’re controlling you through a veneer of “tough love”.

And this tension works on an audience level too. At least for me, I’ve seen many shows aimed at kids and teens growing up where the narrative of each episode is neatly wrapped up by the teen learning a valuable life lesson. So there’s a dissonance felt in watching Home School when we see how controlling all of this is but also can’t ultimately disagree with the supposed lesson being taught. And we’re so used to the sense of narrative and emotional resolution of a good old “life lesson.” But we also are never fully given that resolution either because the specter of control bubbles under the surface leaving us with a feeling of unease,, frustration, and at times confusion.

It’s interesting because in another context the lessons learned are valuable: rely on others, don’t let innocent people take the blame, etc. This goes for Pheng too. She needs people to step in and stop her more self-destructive behaviors. But not through coercion or more trauma, rather through care and support. The thing is, in another context these lessons would be wonderful and help the students, but instead they’re being co-opted to create control. This is something cults or high control groups do all the time, co-opting the idea of self betterment (whether that be moral, spiritual, physical, or otherwise) as a way to manipulate and control people.

And at least so far the writers seem to be pulling quite clearly on the types of control tactics common in high control groups and other authoritarian systems. They’re slowly creating a system where “you are responsible for one another” means: you need to monitor each other, turn against each other, and keep each other in line. They make basic needs like sleep and food either limited or unreliable. Notice how they find the lost ducks back where they fed them. It’s a moment of relief, but also read metaphorically can suggest how the masters want the students to also react by always coming back, always going to where they’re fed (notice how they always meet in the dining room). Even forcing them to write down what they did wrong is a classic control technique. It instills shame, shifts one’s view of right and wrong, and ultimately can be used as blackmail if someone acts out or tries to leave.

We can also see this control as standing in for the ways in which the students’ parental figures have failed them. We see this with White who bristles under the lies the masters tell because she has seen the way adults in her life have wielded lies against her leaving her feeling powerless. The masters’ games leave the students and the audience feeling powerless in a parallel way.

This is also true of what Penneung goes through. The way he is dragged off, isolated and drugged are clearly informed by the traumatic experiences many autistic and other neurodivergent people have gone through with restraint, seclusion, and forced medication. These are still very real issues that continue to happen in institutions, including schools. So the show is pulling on real world control tactics that are used on disabled people. Yet it also serves as a reflection of how Penneung’s father treats him--locking him up, but also shaming him, desperately wanting a cure (”treatment”), and rejecting him emotionally. 

In this vein, perhaps we can view the “life lessons” as also standing in for the various ways in which adults try to fit kids into neat narratives, narratives that ultimately aren’t about helping the kids but trying to control them.

#home school #home school the series #my posts #my meta

[taikk0]

I COMPLETELY FORGOT MY LITTLE PARK EXISTED NOW I'M REWRITING THE ENTIRE FIRST EPISODE OF MLP FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC BUT WITH CUSS WORDS AND SOUTH PARK-ESQUE HUMOR PURELY BECAUSE THE OBSESSION IS EATING ME ALIVE (any batshit crazy/insanely funny jokes you recommend for me to insert, since you are the og My Little Park fan? :))) )

OH I MIGHT HAVE A FEW...

Randy (Celestia) gaslights the audience, lying about why his wife (Sharon takes the role of Luna) got banished to the moon in the intro, turns out the reason she got sent to the moon was all his fault, and not because she's actually evil, and he's just an asshole of a princess and a really shit ruler. No one has any idea how Equestria is still standing

THIS JOKE during the scene where Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, and Minuette invite Twilight to Moondancer's party and she declines. I have no idea who the other three are in the AU but this is just so in character for Stan imo

the creator of the AU mentioned that Stan, Randy, and Sharon have never met in person before, and Randy and Stan have only communicated through letters. I think it would be really funny to have an emotional moment where Sharon and Randy are revealed to be his parents "you saved me... I'm so proud of you, my son..." and everyone gasps but disingenuously, like a "WWHAAT!! NO WAY!! 😱😱" like they were played by bad actors since it's been so obvious since the very beginning, where the audience knows that the rulers of Equestria are Randy and Sharon and end up making the connection early on, but the characters don't. And I find it so funny if their reaction was genuine for the characters but not in the delivery to make a jab at the "twist" everyone saw coming. "you've grown so much since I last saw you I almost didn't recognize you! I love you so much... I-I'm sorry" "no no, it's okay Mom! you tried to murder me because you felt alone and unloved, isolated... [MY LITTLE PONY THEME STARTS TO PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND] Without friendship and without the love in your heart, you turned into something monstrous. The envy and hatred you must have felt for the princess was too much! because she was always a better leader, and let everyone in Equestria do what they wanted! so you decided to use your gift for selfishness and misdeeds that-" "wait what?! what are you talking about?! I wasn't banished to the moon because I was jealous of Celestia!" "you... weren't..?" "I was banished to the moon because SHE thought I was a nagging bitch for wanting her to be a better ruler!! she kept forgetting to lower the sun. and when she wasn't, she said she needed some extra time for her pot farm to get more sunlight! like for christ's sake Randy these people haven't gotten any sleep for almost a month now and all you do is sit on your ass in the throne room doing fuck all while everyone in the kingdom went hysterical!! and-" "Randy?? wait. if you're my mom, then does that mean that the princess...?" "That's right my faithful student!" Randy descends from the heavens like a dove with an evangelical light beaming behind him "I... am your father." and shit happens I guess idk I'm not a writer this is probably so very very terrible but hope I got the point across, but after this, I want stans whole takeaway to be: "holy shit princess, you're my dad?!" to "oh. this is the princess...? AND my dad?"

Craig introducing the Tucker family but most of them are just stripes. going from photos of stripe #1 to #11 sliding to each photo that all look exactly the same, but skipping #4. later introducing #4 along with Thomas, Laura, and Tricia. this makes absolutely no sense, I just found it funny to have a ridiculous replacement for the Apple family scene because there's no way we can naturally replace it. "Why are there so many stripes?" "That's his extended side of the family."

Something about flutter-butters and these birds

Just Cartman in this au. he is so uncharacteristically nice and fun and loveable that I think every scene he's in he needs to be so sickeningly sweet and all of South Park loves him that he makes the audience uncomfortable by being the complete opposite of who he actually is. like rabbi cartman but cranked up to the max.

"The true meaning of friendship isn't to face your hardships alone, it's to drag other people down with you <3" and everyone celebrates like there's absolutely nothing wrong with that friendship lesson Kyle steps out from the crowd "Y'now, I learned something today too, and it's that-" and the camera pans to Randy, Sharon, and Stan having their own conversation that moves the story along. You can still hear Kyle in the background, and you can still hear him talking and doing hand gestures out of focus. No one is paying attention to Kyle.

Something about Craig being the element of honesty but sounding like he's lying all the time but it's literally just how he talks and it never changes

Not really a joke idea, but the thought of Cartman singing the laughter song, especially with his voice and weird accent is so funny to me that I really wish someone could make an ai cover of it..................

BALD KENNY?????? I'M REWATCHING THE EPISODES RIGHT NOW AND THE THOUGHT OF KENNY JUST SPENDING HALF THE EPISODE BALD IS SO FUNNY PLEASE LET HIM BE BALD

Something I really want to see in this rewrite personally (and My Little Park content in general) is the way you can parody MLP when it's mixed in with a show like South Park, and how ridiculous it is to see South Park mixed in with a show like MLP. Make it a self-aware Steven Universe but it's the version of Steven Universe that the Steven Universe haters think it is. And make the Disney Junior version of Family Guy.

anddddddd that's it for me LOL not really much of a writer. good luck on the rewrite though, hope you have fun!! ^^ To be honest, I'm not really that funny either, and the thought of writing my own south park jokes, especially with the jokes that are IN South Park?? YEAH NO SORRY I AM STAYING SO FAR AWAY 💀 That's what I like about My Little Park, I get to enjoy South Park without enjoying South Park. I have such a love-hate relationship with SP it's RIDICULOUS. I like South Park but only version of it I made up in my head <3

#my little park #taikko asks #taikko talks 2 much #HOPE THIS HELPS???? #ive never had an original idea in my life. ever. #south park #stan marsh #randy marsh #sharon marsh #sp stan #sp randy #sp sharon #craig tucker #laura tucker #thomas tucker #tricia tucker #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #sp eric #sp cartman #sp kyle #kenny mccormick #sp kenny #butters #butters stotch #leopold butters stotch #sp butters

[lady-fey]

Don’t Name Your Side Characters

Names are one of the hardest things for audiences to remember. As such, you should avoid naming characters unless you absolutely have to because you cannot rely on audiences to remember names.

To illustrate this, let’s play a quick memory game. I’m going to give you a string of numbers and then I’m going to give you a string of words. Read each string, then close your eyes and try to remember what you just read. Then repeat the exercise with the other string. Don’t try to memorize these examples, just read them once and see what you remember.

743432589

I love to eat pie! It’s such a yummy food.

I’m going to make a wild guess and say that you were probably able to remember at least the general gist of the stuff about pie, but the random numbers probably didn't stick at all. Now let’s play that game again, but with two different examples.

123456789

House tall strawberry flake song tight man you cat run

This time, the numbers were probably easy while the words were in one ear and out the other. This is because of the way that our brains process and store information. We like patterns and things that make logical sense. Randomness is a lot harder to make stick and names are largely random. It’s why they're something that people struggle with when they meet real life people and there they have cheats like being able to associate a face with a name. When it comes to literature, names are just words on a page. It takes repetition for them to stick, which is why naming your main character is fine. The audience will hear their name a lot and come to remember it pretty quickly. But if you name a random student “Henry” on page 34 and then bring that student back on page 160, no one is going to remember who “Henry” is. You’re going to have to remind them.

That doesn’t mean that Henry must go nameless. If there’s a good reason to give Henry a name, then go for it! Just don’t rely on the name being an effective shorthand that you can use to jog people’s memories if you only drop the name once. Here's an alternate way to introduce "Henry":

Ms. Hardmon’s eyes scanned the classroom, looking for victims. They finally settled on a red-headed boy in the front row.  “What is the square root of nine?” she demanded. The attention obviously startled him, but he still managed to quickly stutter out, “Three?” Ms. Hardmon frowned and sighed, "That is correct."

You can then go on to later give his name or he can fade into obscurity never to be seen again. You can also avoid calling attention to any one person in a scene like this, thereby also avoiding needing to drop random names.

Ms. Hardmon’s eyes scanned the classroom, looking for victims. Every time they found one, she'd bark out a question. “What is the square root of nine?” "What's four squared?" "What's the cubed root of eight?" And every time, the unfortunate student would blurt out an answer, praying that they'd gotten it right. They all did, much to Ms. Hardmon’s annoyance.

Avoiding random names is especially important at the start of a story. At that point, the audience is learning a lot of new information, so avoiding unimportant information like random names is a kindness and will make your story more readable.

Yes, it does make it easier to guess who the important characters are. In most cases, that's a feature, not a flaw.

Along similar lines, when you introduce a character whose name the audience needs to remember, try to repeat their name a lot to help make it stick. Like there's a good chance that you remember that my fictional teacher is named Ms. Hardmon since I dropped that name four times in rather quick succession.

#writing advice #how to write

[cherry-pop-elf]

🥀 : Ok. I got this AU idea That i wanna throw into the world, as I’m drawing art for it. It’s called “ReallyHogwarts” it’s a dumb meta AU of Harry Potter

🥀: The premise is that JKR did pull a Rita Skeeter, and made a prophet off of Harry Potter. And of course tweaked it and edited ir to meet her own agenda of course.

🥀: By the time the Ministry was aware of it, it already became to big of a deal. Meaning if they got involved, so many eyes would be on them

🥀: So they did a sneaky. They FED INTO IT. They have muggleborns work at the infamous Harry Potter World, and Harry Potter Locations. Feeding into the idea that magic is fake. That if anyone saw real magic, they wouldn’t even believe it themselves. Along with be seen as insane by others.

🥀: The main setting for the AU is at Harry Potter World. Where real wizards pretend to be ‘actors’ and such. Mostly muggle borns, as they would be used to the muggle world. Able to be able to ‘act muggle’ if you will.

🥀: One of the biggest reasons the wizards work there, is also because dark wizards try and take advantage of the fact muggles think it’s all fake. So it’s a breeding ground for dangers. Hence why another reason wizards work there. Governmentally assigned even as agents.

🥀: Doesn’t mean you can’t have other characters outside of the setting. That’s just where it ‘originated’ if you will. It’s a AU. HAVE FUN!

🥀: Here are some stuff I’ve gotten the ideas for. And hope you guys can add on and just ya! And tag me to! Pls! I wanna build this fun world with you guys!

🥀: Fred and George are very aware, and honestly have the most fun with it. They even straight up snuck a floo network inside of the Fake WWW. Hidden behind a fake door, that’s suppose to look fake. Like a prop. They love being ‘face characters’ and just kinda have their fathers spark about the muggle world

🥀: The HPMA cast is there to. Of course. Since Daniel is a muggle born, he works there as a ‘Potion’ master. Which is running a kid friendly bar in ‘digaon alley’ that has a happy hour for adults

🥀: Cherry is a ‘Durmstrang student’ there, and loves showing off his fire breathing. Since they are governmentally assigned to HPW they are allowed to use magic. Encouraged if anything. But he won’t lie. Being told the ‘special affects are amazing’ kinda gets old

🥀: Lottie does character’s there, and loves being able to see so many new faces. Along with hear stories, and see how happy their world makes muggles. She loves to also doodle her fellow wizard family constantly

🥀 : The likes of Cassandra and the twins more so go there to be a menace and tease them at the park. Which looks like just ‘acting’ to muggles themselves

🥀: Another trick they have at the park is when doing a thing where they pick people out of the audience, they’ll typically pick actual wizards. As to keep things safe. They do pick out muggles here and there, to avoid suspicion, but it’s mostly wizards

🥀: Wizards do also work at HPW, but it’s mostly muggle borns/half borns. As they know the lingo and body language to keep from being to uncanny. Along with not fucking up with their magic at the wrong time

🥀: Of course the actual cast of Harry Potter pop in now and again. Fascinated by it all, and playfully pointing out what’s wrong and what’s wrong. Like how Harry and Draco are 100% together, and find it comical that everyone on the fandom is painfully aware of or. That even JKR couldn’t write the gay away

🥀: Guess you can see this AU very meta. How the fandom literally took HP away from JKR and made it its own entity. How we just re wrote things, and accepted that. How her canon isn’t our canon. A love letter to the fandom if you will! : D

🥀: When using this concept, the hashtag is “ReallyHogwarts” it’s fun and simple. Along with effective! Please tag me if you make art/writings about it! It’s a fun little meta AU where you pretty much put your OCs/Canon characters in a setting like this. MC’s as well! Where they are following YOUR canon, and just hijinxs of wizards working in a place where muggles think it’s all fake.

🥀: Have fun with it! Let me see what crosses your mind! I’m excited! I’ll have art for this soon! : D Thanks for reading my little silly thing! Ask me any questions you have! Please!

#ReallyHogwarts #harry potter magic awakened #magic awakened #harry potter #hpma #hpma mc #hpma oc #roleplay #hp oc #harry potter oc #durmstrang #hp #hp magic awakened #Harry Potter au #au #meta #meta au #screw jkr #fuck jkr #our fandom now #our canon #jkr is trash #jkr slander #alternate universe #harry potter mystery #hogwarts fanfiction #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts legacy #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction