#i mean we've reached rock bottom right

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

NEED thoschei to make another catastrophically ill-fated attempt at fixing what went wrong this round because i NEED to hear one of them say this

#can you IMAGINE #SCREAM #hysterical #they like. they get all self-aware. learom from their mistakes like #and they like #you know each from their respective learning experiences #therapies #whatEVER #they have come to the conclusion both that maybe the need to try talking before genociding #this time #cue the two most fucked up people in the universe now knowing WHAT to do but having NO FUCKING CLUE WHATSOEVER of HOW to do it #perform a stumbling pantomime of 'open & honest communication about our feelings' #oh my GOD #i'd die #i mean we've reached rock bottom right #worse than rock bottom we've reached the centre of the earth #can only go up?? #but they dont know what stairs look like so #they make a tunnel that must function as a tower #or a tower thats a tunnel #not sure which way we're going but we're aiming for up #oh my god i need to see it

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

First For Everything

Sebastian x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "Sebastian and female mc, finally realising they have feelings for each other and have their first time together"

Word Count - 2,926

Warnings - 18+ smut, characters aged up, soft Sebastian

Sebastian had known you a relatively short time compared to everyone else in his life, since you didn't show up until 5th year. That just meant that he fell hard and fast.

No one had been able to understand him like you; understand his fierce urge to protect everyone around him; understand that he would sacrifice himself and his morals in the process if he needed to; understand that he essentially lived his life for everyone else around him, taking on the role of a martyr no matter what that meant.

You were the reason why he decided that after you didn't send him to Azkaban it was time for him to change, he had to change for you. He had to change not to drag you down the dark path he started to fall towards.

Now you were 7th years, about to move on with your lives and he still had neglected to tell you his real feelings. And you had never mentioned a word to him, so he was ready to be let down and swallow the feelings for the rest of his life, doomed to be alone.

Presently you sat in the courtyard together. It was quiet and empty, most everyone else was in class, but the two of you were free for a period.

You sat across from each other, you had your cheeks pushed against your hands that were propped on the table, "Sebastian, what do you hope you get to do after the NEWTs? I mean, I feel like we've already lived a lifetime here."

He quirked an eyebrow at you, "You haven't even been here a whole 7 years."

You shrugged, "I hardly think that matters. I think I could go my whole life never casting a defensive spell again."

"Maybe I could go my whole life making sure that you don't have to." He reached a gentle hand out to place over yours, tilting his head as he looked at you longingly.

"Sebastian? I'm not sure I understand what you're saying."

"I'm saying that running around keeping you out of trouble might not be so bad."

You looked at him stunned, sitting up and rubbing his fingers between yours, "Are you kidding me? When you have ever not been up to no good?"

He avoided your gaze, feeling a little bit embarrassed he couldn't come out right and say how he felt.

"I think since I've been with you, after I hit rock bottom I guess, that I've been doing pretty well for myself. You're good for me and it's a little bit addicting. Well, I mean, not with you with you, but around you - had you in me life -"

"Sebastian?"

"Yes?" He covered his mouth in defeat.

"I don't want to leave you behind either, I quite like you."

He stared at you careful before leaning across the table to get close to you, "What about love?"

He briefly looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes before his lips met yours with a soft kiss.

You reached forward placing a hand at the base of his neck, tilting him closer, "Sebastian, let's go somewhere else."

You felt your heart racing as the two of you went hand in hand up to the dorms and into his room, luckily it was all vacated since it was still mid-day.

As soon as the door closed Sebastian spun around and placed an arm above your head, looking down at you with heavy eyes. "You know, I had wondered if I would ever get to bring a girl in here."

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully, "You could have had me here a long time ago."

His lips curled up in a smirk and he took to wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you close, "If that's the case, I think we have to make him for some lost time."

He leaned to kiss you again, more aggressively than before. He was eager and tired of waiting, he wanted a taste of forever.

He hoisted your hips up for you to wrap your legs around him as carried you over to his bed. You clung onto him, pushing desperately at the fabric of his robes as he took a seat.

"Someone seems a little excited," he teased against your neck, moving down to leave sloppy kisses and nip at your skin.

You ground your hips against his, feeling how hard he was through his trousers, he fell back on the bed looking a beautiful mess; face flushed, lips parted and swollen, eyes drooping closed as looked at you lustfully, "I think maybe you're more excited."

You shrugged out of your robes, tossing them carelessly before making quick work of the buttons on your blouse. All Sebastian could do was stare in awe and what he had been waiting for for so long. You.

The plush skin of your breasts now revealed alongside the curve of your stomach and he couldn't take it, he grabbed your hips to pull you closer making you topple down onto him.

He flipped you over so that he was over top of you. He removed his own top layers, lazily unbuttoning his pants. He took to kneading your exposed skin, wanting to memorize every inch of you. He slipped his hand past your short chemise a pinched at the sensitive peak of your nipple, making you arch your back beneath him.

He loved watching you respond to his touch. He crashed his lips to yours once more, hands never leaving your body. He pulled your skirt up to your waist, pulling your now soiled undergarments down and melted alongside you while he started rubbing your slick around.

He reveled in your gasps and moans and slipped a finger inside of you out of curiosity. You bit down on your lip at the feeling, loving it, but at the same time it was a new sensation for you.

"Se - Sebastian, will you be gentle?" You weren't sure how he would react, you knew he would immediately know it was your first time.

He raised a hand to caress your jaw, giving you softer kisses before speaking, "I will, darling. I was always saving myself for you anyways so I'll be whatever you need me to be," he placed more kisses down your collarbone and shoulders, "if patient and slow is what you need, you've got it."

You pushed him back enough to get a good look at him and cup his face, trailing your hands down his chest. You smiled feeling the small tufts of auburn hair, but you felt like you were going to lose your mind as you traced it all the way down to a happy trail, ending only because his pants were still in the way.

"I want more Sebastian. I want to see all of you." You felt suddenly bashful, but you felt like you would explode if he wasn't naked soon. He laughed and flashed his perfect smile before getting up on his knees to pull everything down.

You could feel his cock pressing against you when he layed himself across you to kick his pants the rest of the way off. It was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced being so close, trusting him so much.

You told him that you loved him at the moment and he felt feral for you. He muttered how much he loved you too and he was feeling all over you, taking the lead and leaving no inch of you untouched before he started teasing your entrance with himself.

"Do you think you're ready?" He held you close, feeling so fragile, but ready to stop at a moment's notice if you said so.

You nodded to him and he eased himself inside of you, taking his time. You clung to him, gripping the muscles of his back and squeezing him with your thighs as you adjusted.

When he was finally all the way inside of you, you both enjoyed the most peaceful moment just laying with one another before you gave him the green light to continue.

After everything was comfortable, all bets were off. He held onto you as if his life depend on it as he found a steady rhythm pounding in and out of you, holding on for his life not to cum before you did.

He resumed where he had started with your clit earlier, spitting on his fingers before rubbing rough circles in the spot he found to be your favorite. He was red in the fact and head sweat on his forehead from holding back as he focused on your pleasure from the inside out.

You moaned his name loudly and pressed your nails into his back hard and just like that he was done for. He kept his thumb on you as he pulled himself out, shooting ropes of cum over his hand and your stomach.

He panted heavily as you forced his hand off your button, barely about to breathe as you recovered from the orgasm. He pumped his own cock a few more times to get every last drop out before he fell onto you in a sweaty, sticky embrace.

You sat in a comfortable silence for what felt like it could have been hours, before he lifted his head up to look at you.

"I love you so much. I, er, I'm not so sure I love this mess we made," he said as he tried to life his torso from yours.

You shook your head and assured him it was worth it as you tried to determine the best way to start the clean up.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow x you

[bluerose5]

Astarion gets the Twilight treatment. I take my crackfics very seriously here.

...

"A little help over here!" Erys called out, grunting as he shoved at the slab of stone covering the hunter's sarcophagus.

They were deep within the latest tomb on their journey to find a way to counteract Astarion's... aversion to sunlight, and all paths that they followed led there.

Astarion watched him with a smirk, his hands on his hips.

"Oh, I don't know if you need me," he said. "I mean, I do rather like the view from here."

In response, Erys's tail swayed from side to side, draconic wings giving a slight flutter at the praise.

Of course that didn't stop Erys from turning to narrow his eyes at him.

"Astarion, my love, if you want to know whether this is what we've been waiting for or not," Erys crooned, "then you'll help me."

"Ugh, alright, fine. Spoilsport," Astarion huffed, poking his bottom lip out into a pout. "Although, if I ruin my nails on this filthy hunk of rock, then you owe me."

Erys snorted.

"As if I expect anything less."

Astarion joined him, brushing his fingers over the Infernal carvings upon the sarcophagus, familiar enough with the language by now to understand a few of the words.

"What do you make of it?" Erys asked.

"Blah, blah, something about darkness and light, yada, yada," Astarion muttered.

"Well, I'm surprised you got that much right," Erys taunted, taking Astarion's hand and guiding it over the script as he read aloud. "Roughly translated, it says, 'Bring darkness into light at your leisure, but remember that light shall always expose the true nature of darkness.'"

"So..." Astarion hummed. "What does that entail exactly? Will I turn into some sort of hideous beast in the sunlight instead of turning to ash?"

"Hot," Erys said under his breath; and when Astarion glared at him, he asked, "What?"

"Just help me open the damn thing."

Together, they pushed against the slab.

They pushed and shoved until, finally, the stone fell off to the other side.

A crash roared throughout the tomb, and a cloud of dust sprang up into the air.

Astarion and Erys coughed, frantically waving their hands around until they could see the remains within.

A blood hunter, or what was left of them at least.

And on their finger was a ring, emanating some of the strongest magic they've felt in a while.

"Is that—" Astarion started.

"Maybe?" Erys answered.

"Well," Astarion said, "only one way to find out."

He reached forward, but Erys grabbed his hand before he could reach it.

"Wait," he said, "what if the effects are permanent?"

"What?" Astarion asked. "Wouldn't you still love me as some sort of horrific, malformed beast?"

"That's not what I'm worried about." Erys grimaced. "I'm worried about you making a choice that you might come to regret."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?" Astarion took a deep, bracing breath. "I have to try. I have to know for certain."

After a moment of searching Astarion's expression, Erys nodded, then released his hand.

Astarion reached into the sarcophagus and wrenched the ring free from the skeleton's bones.

They waited for a lone beat, sharing a skeptical look when nothing happened.

"Really?" Erys raised a brow and searched around them. "No hoards of undead to fight? No angry spirits to ward off? That's it? We can go?"

"Kind of underwhelming compared to the other places we've been to get here, I must admit. Not that I'm one to look a gift horse in the mouth."

When it truly appeared as if their theft didn't trigger any world-ending event, Astarion looked at the engraving along the inside of ring, the words upon the sarcophagus embedded within the band.

Astarion prepared himself for the worst.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then slid the ring onto his finger.

Again, nothing happened.

He peeked an eye open and patted his hands against his face, at least relieved when that remained the same.

"Well?" Erys asked, impatient. "Feel any different?"

"Not really," Astarion answered, his lips tugging into a scowl. "Guess we've come to the moment of truth then. That cryptic warning did mention that light will bring out my true nature or what-have-you. It must mean the sunlight will trigger whatever transformation awaits me."

"Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"As ready as I'm going to be."

"Alright, then," Erys sighed, scratching at his beard. "Time to make camp and wait for sunrise, I suppose."

It all seemed way too easy.

They did, in fact, make camp within the tomb —campfire, bedrolls, and all— but the night was a restless one to say the least.

When Astarion wasn't tossing and turning, trying to slip into his trance, he was up pacing back and forth within the darkness.

Erys eventually dragged him back to bed, unable to sleep without him, heavy wings draped over him in an attempt to keep him there.

Only then, in his arms, was Astarion able to rest.

But he was up at the crack of dawn.

Erys took that as a sign to get the hell up himself, yawning as he made his way outside first.

Once the sun rose, he lifted his hand up to shield his face against the first rays of daylight, peering out between his fingers.

He looked back at the entrance to the tomb, where Astarion teetered on the edge between darkness and light.

Erys reached a hand out towards him.

Astarion nodded to him.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped out into the sunlight for the first time in years since their initial journey ended.

Astarion still didn't feel any change, his brow furrowed, confused by this turn of events.

On one hand, at least the change didn't hurt.

On the other, Erys was absolutely silent.

"Erys," He hissed, panic rising in his voice. "How bad is it?"

The silence stretched on.

Then, out of nowhere, the bastard snickered.

"Are you—" Astarion sputtered, indignant. "Are you laughing at me, you bastard?"

"I'm sorry," Erys wheezed. "It's just that, all of that suspense and build-up, and for this?!"

He barked out another laugh, to which Astarion stomped his foot with a huff.

"Sometimes I could just wring that pretty neck of yours. What in the Hells are you talking ab—Oh."

Astarion opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of his skin, the same as before except for one teensy-weensy detail.

It was sparkling.

"Huh," he muttered, turning his hands back and forth, but there was no denying reality. This was really happening, apparently. "Never read anything about this sort of thing in all of those dusty, old tomes we dug up."

Erys shrugged.

"Perhaps the ring affects different monsters in different ways. Our buddy in the tomb, ole Hunter-What's-Their-Face, was consumed by the curse of lycanthropy in their final days. Either that," Erys guessed, "or the 'true nature' being revealed relies completely on the individual."

He beamed at Astarion in amusement.

"I think I like the second option more. Would make sense that you, of all people, would become the sparkly, glittery vampire."

"Ha! Whatever do you mean by that, my love?" Astarion crooned with a playful bite in his direction.

The sunlight bounced off his skin in a rainbow of color, casting light all around them.

"Only that I absolutely love that radiant personality of yours."

"You don't say," Astarion drawled, then instantly perked up, twirling back and forth as he basked in the morning's warmth. "You know, as flashy as this may have turned out to be, I'd take this over the alternative any day."

Gathering up their supplies, he reached out and took Erys by the hand.

They followed the path that they took to the tomb, their heads held high.

Erys bumped him with his arm.

"Hey, if anyone asks, we'll just say that this is some quirk of your Fey ancestry. That's if anyone has the courage to ask about it with me at your side."

"Heh, it's as good an excuse as any."

"I can't wait until Gale and Shadowheart get to see this at our next tea time," Erys laughed.

"Is that where we're going next then?" Astarion questioned, embracing the freedom to go wherever their hearts led them, however they pleased. "To Waterdeep?"

"To Waterdeep!"

After all, they owed him that special guest lecture of theirs.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #durge #durgestarion #bluerose shitposts #bluerose writes #inspired by discord #and that one art #this is the skin of a killer durge

[thekristen999]

A Light in the Darkness

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Bobby Nash

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Team as Family, Future Fic, Alternate Universe Post-Apocalypse , Established Relationship

Notes:

I've been battling writer's block. This is all about vibes so, please just go with it. :) Not beta-read.

...

His coordination is off; fat-feeling fingers fumbling with his turn-out coat, the snaps refusing to work. Exhausted, Eddie gives up wrestling with the damn things, yanking at the bottom until all the snaps come undone like the rest of him.

The coat slips off his shoulders, his body trembling harder after losing a layer of protection. Eddie squeezes his eyes closed; blossoms of red and orange flash beneath his lids, his breath hitching in his throat. There's no feeling left in his hands; they tremble, reminding him of geriatric patients locked inside veteran's hospitals. The hem of his T-shirt is untucked; his bunker pants sag around his hips, his ripcord suspenders the only thing holding them up.

He yanks them off his shoulders, almost tripping over his own two feet as he staggers out of them, leaving his pants on the floor.

A voice tells him to pick them up, but he can't be bothered to care. His jaw chattering loudly; he's so damn cold. Eddie hugs himself, longing for warmth, rubbing his hands up and down over the clammy flesh of his forearms. The wires inside his brain must mixed-up given how damn hot it is outside. The smell of smoke still reeks in the air, filling his nostrils with ash, tickling his lungs. Black smudges stain the left side of his face; two days of rough stubble irritates his cheeks. He stumbles around his make-shift quarters, but it's difficult to see.

There's no way he can handle lighting candles, but it's okay--- he wants the darkness to consume him. The screams, so many screams, still echo inside his ears, driving him towards the bathroom.

The cold robs his muscles of strength; they're too stiff and cramped to work right. Somehow he figures out the shower, twisting the knobs all the way in one direction until steam billows from the spray. His belt buckle becomes a puzzle he can't solve, the laces of his boots an unfathomable obstacle. Biting his bottom lip, not feeling the pain of splitting it open, Eddie walks under the harsh jet of water, clothes and all. He craves burning, scalding heat---like all those roaring flames.

Water soaks his t-shirt, pools in the creases of his uniform pants, his underwear, swirling down the drain.

His body won’t stop shivering. He stuffs his hands between his armpits, sinks to his knees and rocks back and forth under the faucet. Time stops-----loses meaning. 

The building explodes, the flying debris and fireball a perfect snapshot, forever scorching his retinas. The screams of all those he couldn't reach—couldn’t find—on repeat inside his head.

Tears leave warm trains over his clammy cheeks.

“Eddie? Holy shit. Hey, I found him! I found, Eddie!"

“Eds, talk to me. Shit. I need help!"

"Buck, what’s going on?"

"I don’t know, I just found him this way."

A hand, Buck's hard, cards through his hair. 'We've been looking for you for days."

Has it been that long?

"Hen, Chim. We need you over here!"

Voices all around, a jumble of tones and emotion. Then hands, prying, pulling, lifting.

"Eddie, can you tell me what’s going on?”

He looks up, squinting at his Captain’s worried expression, but his lips are too heavy to move. Someone holds him up by the shoulders while his legs buckle under his weight.

“He's freezing." That sounds like Buck, Eddie thinks despite his muddled brain.

“And you found him like this?" Bobby asks.  "Inside the shower with all his clothes still on?"

"Yeah, just like this."

Buck sounds scared. Eddie hates that he’s the reason he’s upset.

“Eddie, listen to me. You’re in shock. We’ve going to remove these wet clothes and get you warm again,” Hen tells him.

A part of him wants to smile, let her know that's fine, but how can it be? When all the voices he couldn't reach say otherwise.

The building incinerates, the cries for help swallowed up by more explosions.

Blackness closes in, sucking all the heat from his body. Anxiety grows around him, the voices of his team becoming urgent.

A part of him feels like a puppet with its strings cut, his arms and legs manipulated without his permission. His clothes are peeled away, limbs flopping back in place, dead and useless.

His skin begins to tingle all over, sharp pin pricks, angry bites of a million insects. He panics at the sensation, writhes and fights----running towards the flames.

"Eddie, it’s okay."

The hands are back, soothing, rubbing, holding him. Warm breath at the nape of his neck...coarse hair that tickles his bare shoulders. Heat soaks into his weary bones and he leans against strong muscle, rests the back of his head along a collarbone.

"Cold,” he whispers.

"I’ve got you, Eddie. I always have," Buck tells him, holding him closer.

Of course he does, Buck has always been there with him through thick and thin. Always light in the darkness.

Fingers curl around his left hand, and he’d recognize Hen's firm but gentle grasp anywhere. Goose flesh spreads across his arms, but her fingers try to soothe it away, rubbing up and down his arms.

A calloused hand pushes down on his other shoulder, and he opens his eyes, not realizing they've been closed all this time. Chim sits at his right side. “Stay under the blanket and be still."

His team surrounds him, sharing heat he so desperately needs. Chim huddles closer and Eddie feels his cheeks grow pink.

“Don’t get modest on us," Chim admonishes. "You’re slipping into shock."

Eddie understands these types of survival techniques. Body heat mixes with fresh adrenalin, causing all the hair all over his body to stand on end, hyper-aware of the close proximity of everyone.

The energy of waking saps the rest of him and despite the inner-self that yells about breaching all of his private barriers, Eddie relaxes within the warm glow.

Weapon's fire becomes a muted, fuzzy memory....one to be locked away with all the other bad stuff that if he allowed himself to dwell on, would drown him in the blackness of it all.

“You know there was nothing you could have done, right?” Buck whispers in his ear, soft and gentle. He thought he’d been sending everyone toward shelter. That was his job. To search for survivors in an all-consuming wasteland.

Eddie had guided them all toward shelter, telling them it was safe. Except it wasn’t. An explosion occurred----then nothing. It’s his fault, it’s his---

A hand squeezes his shoulder. “Don't,” Chim breathes.

Hen buries her head in his side. He can feel her eyelashes open and close against his skin. “It was an accident, Edmundo."

Eddie can still hear the screams. He rubs his thumb over her knuckles.

"You would have died if you had gone in,” Bobby’s voice rumbles off to the side where he stands guard over them.

It was his Captain who had kept Eddie from running toward the shrieks of death---yanking on his coat, the others wrestling him to the ground without a word.

"They’ll be others who need to be saved," Chim says, taking Eddie's other hand, squeezing. "And we need to be ready."

Buck holds Eddie tighter, chin resting in the crook on his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his ear. "I'll be by your side. Like always."

Maybe they’re right.

But that hadn't kept Eddie from going back out there, searching, hoping that maybe, there’d been one person left, one person out there wandering...

Eddie closes his eyes fighting against what-if’s, allowing his body to melt against Buck, basking in the protection of his team. Of his family.  

"Okay,” he whispers. Knowing tomorrow, they'll all go out there again. 

..

Maybe this will kick-start the Muse.

AO3 Link

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #future fic #all vibes #hurt comfort #alternate universe #kristen999 writes

[powdermelonkeg]

Tears of the Kingdom: The Final Analysis

Part 3

Continuing from Part 2, we get our first look at "Ganondorf" in this trailer:

You'll notice that I've put that in quotes; that's because I'm not quite convinced it's him. At least, not entirely.

This is Ganondorf as he appears in his official artwork, and, as we'll see shortly, how he shows up later in the video. His hair looks like actual hair, his skin is very much an olive green shade.

The hair in this shot looks much more like the tendrils of malice that crept across the floor in the first trailer:

And if we look at his hand, it's got glowing edges on black skin:

To me, this looks a lot more like scales and veins than anything. Which we have seen before.

Most importantly, Ganondorf does not speak in this scene. We don't have any confirmation that this is the same man, because it cuts just before he turns to face the viewer.

And if we look closely

We can see the veiny malice, as well as bare skin beneath his hair.

The following remarks are erroneous, and are corrected at the bottom of the error.

Ganondorf wears different apparel. This same shot should have been covered but wasn't.

Even dehydrated, Gan has this sleeve. If this isn't a different person, then some interesting things happened to Gan specifically to get to that shot.

Edit: @princessfaeron found the edge of the sleeve! I just missed it due to screenshotting it.

Our next shot has Link jumping after Zelda, like we've seen in the other trailers:

He reaches for her hand, his own absolutely covered in malice, with the same veins on it as the man in the shot before:

But he misses

And she falls

And she glows

But the most interesting thing about this glow is that the big glow distracts from the littler, more important one.

Here, Zelda's hand is glowing. And it's not her Triforce hand—that, like with her predecessors, has always been her right hand.

This is her left, which is completely out of view when she falls, and is fully curled up here. She's holding something, and that something is activating.

Next we get another shot of Gerudo Desert, this one on the northeastern side. Quicksand pits are everywhere.

There's a Zonai glyph stepping forward

A splotch of malice

And one of the generator things. Interestingly, this one isn't giving off glowing spirals—the only glow on it looks like a doorway of some kind. A shrine-style entrance?

Then we get a look at an underground cavern, presumably in Eldin. By the look of Link's gear, it's in an area that'll light you on fire without proper equipment.

That is definitely Flamebreaker armor, so we can assume that most armor (at least the practical sets) can still be bought throughout the game.

The architecture here has the trademark Zonai shape to it, but it looks as if lava's poured onto it. Parts are likely inaccessible because of rocks blocking the way.

And over there might be a minecart track. Whatever it is, it doesn't look very sturdy.

Next, we have a sky ship, presumably coming to pick Link up.

This weather here looks like the Thunderhead from Skyward Sword; possibly an impenetrable barrier that the ship has to pass through.

The ship's figurehead has a very Zonai feel to it, so it's likely that all the dungeons, as well as means to get to them, are going to be from repurposing old Zonai technology:

Then there's a second ship in the back:

Do these run on a circuit, so you don't have to wait for one to go all the way around the circle? Are there multiple ships in different directions? Is this one reddish because it's malice-infected?

I'm out of picture space again, so I'll put the link to Part 4 here once it's done!

Edit: Part 4!

#totk #loz #zelda #breakdown #analysis #long post

[jessimiko]

MANY THOUGHTS HEAD FULL, it's analysis time

So, Ruby has been blaming herself for a number of deaths, or at the very least, beating herself up about not being "good enough" to save them. Pyrrha and Penny especially, given the circumstances. Chapter 8 made that pretty clear, right?

This was all part of this period in her life where she has struggled with that heaviness, that feeling of never being enough. This is the period of her life that took her down to her lowest. She was in her caterpillar stage, if you will.

Once she hit rock bottom, she was taken to the tree, and quite literally cocooned in it. She was forced to confront her guilt and self-doubt, which is what needed to happen in order for her to rise. The tree represents change, rebirth, metamorphosis.

And when she emerged, she left those shackles behind. She realized she had been enough all along, and accepted herself, imperfections and all.

She's moved on to a new period in her life. That era of giving away pieces of herself and sacrificing her own well-being, of feeling inadequate, is over. She no longer carries the weight of Pyrrha and Penny's deaths on her shoulders.

In that way, Pyrrha and Penny represent the past, and Ruby's aforementioned guilt and self-doubt in chapter 8.

It's heavy, so heavy it's crushing her, but she feels like she can't let go of it. And that's what was preventing her from moving forward, what was holding her back.

But what about the future, and what could be?

In chapter 8, Oscar and Little both represent the future, and the people Ruby hasn't lost yet.

She's shown both of their deaths, real or not, and it's enough to break her. What is the point in fighting if everyone she loves is just going to die anyway? How could she ever look any of them in the eye again if she isn't good enough to protect them, even now?

This is the manifestation of Ruby's greatest fear.

But, at the same time...

...they also represent the good things the future could hold.

Little has ascended and become Somewhat. They found their purpose, and came back as a better version of themselves. Somewhat may not have Little's memories...but the heart rarely forgets, right? The bond Ruby had with Little is still there, deep down. Just because they're gone, and they may not see Somewhat ever again...that doesn't mean she has to leave them behind. They live on as a part of her memories.

EDIT: and how could I forget!!! Ruby's one act of kindness is what led Little to becoming Somewhat, becoming what they needed to be. Ruby's actions and decisions can lead to good, even remarkable things, in the future. And this is proof!

"Nothing, no one, is ever truly gone."

Oscar has the courage to face whatever it is the future holds for him. He is afraid, and he doesn't deny that, he fights on in spite of it. He is a very open and honest person, and he could see Ruby's pain from the beginning. He sees her.

And something is budding between Ruby and Oscar. Something is going to shift once they reunite, as they've both been made painfully aware of how it would feel to lose each other. How will their relationship grow from here? Will they find comfort and safety in each other? Will they grow even closer? I believe it was Miles himself who said their relationship is still being defined. Who knows what the future holds for the both of them, together?

Unlike the past, the future is uncertain. It could lead to many things, both good and bad.

With the end of this volume, we've reached a very big turning point. Ruby has taken the first steps toward the future, ready to leave the weight of the past behind.

#rwby #rwby9 #ruby rose #rosegarden?? in MY analysis post?? unheard of /s #he's just such an important part of her narrative #if you disagree with that idk what to tell you #you're just wrong lmao

[elminx]

Energy Update: Mercury retrograde 5/13/2023

Yes, Mercury stations direct tomorrow night (11:17pm EDT). That is making everything really, REALLY hazy right now. Don't trust what you think you see in the fog.

I'm not saying that it's not there. I'm just saying...look again. Pause. Breathe. Wait until at least Wednesday (Mercury's day, after all) to make a decision or act on it, if you can.

I was pretty cavalier about this Mercury retrograde because we've been experiencing retrogrades in earth signs for a while now. I will be the first to admit that I was wrong. The eclipses plus Pluto's retrograde really did a number on some things. It's going to take a while for the dust to settle. Dusk or fog?

It doesn't matter either way.

Everything is in flux. Uranus has had a big role in this, too. Stay aware that Mercury hasn't even traveled far enough into Taurus to make that conjunction yet. We aren't out of the water and the bottom feeders are ready.

If you feel like you can't do anything other than tread water right now, know that you are right on time.

It has been a lot. I think that even the people that weren't personally in it this time around seemed to have had Others that were which seemed to pull them back into it.

It's almost over.

Don't forget to breathe.

A lot of the pent-up emotional tension from the last three years came bubbling to the surface. That's the thing about Taurus where the eclipses, Mercury's retrograde, and Uranus's transit are happening - Taurus holds a lot inside. I think of fixed Taurus as the sleeping volcano - full of pent-up pressure exerted onto super secret molten rock deep below the surface. Taurus can take a lot of pressure. Taurus can carry the whole world on their shoulders. Until the day that they can't.

Sometimes you get a warning but sometimes you don't. Did you smell a hint of sulfur in the air? Aren't those daily tremors just a part of living on the side of this luscious mountain?

We're winding down now, almost in the aftermath. If you're still here, you are doing something right (or something?).

Keep in mind that as planets station (change directions), they seem to stand still at the same point for much longer than normal. For Mercury, that means they will sit at 5° for an uncomfortably long time (about three days). Additionally, until Mercury reaches the start of its retrograde (15° Taurus), we are in the post-retrograde shadow and simply retracing our steps for the third time.

Pre-retrograde shadow: 05-15° Taurus Retrograde: 15-05° Taurus [<-we are here] Post-retrograde shadow: 05-15° Taurus

All we can do is try to remain aware and hope that we can avoid the pitfalls we've become so familiar with.

It's the homestretch forsure, you just have to make it there.

#astrology #words #mine #transits #energy update #Mercury retrograde #Mercury in Taurus #Taurus #Uranus in Taurus #North Node in Taurus

[minuy600]

The Arcade Games Of 1980 #10 - Space Cyclone

Hope everyone has had a great holiday season so far. I know I did, I got so many fun gifts and some incredible news to go alongside with it! Though it also, unfortunately, kinda meant my retro gaming passion was pushed to the side a little bit in favor of my other ones. Still, I wanna finish the job, so have a 4 day marathon of the final games I need to cover!

Space Cyclone is quite possibly one of the least played games by anyone on this entire globe. Only released in minimal quantities when the market was already filled to the brim with space shooters (I haven't even covered a lot of other ones like Space Firebird and Phoenix), and then went without rerelease untill *2020* with the super expensive Space Invaders Invincible Collection. Doubt more than a couple thousand actually got to check this out in either legitimate way. Pretty surreal.

Now, was it deserved for this game to essentially become an urban legend for 40 years? Naahhhh, I don't think so. This game STILL uses the Space Invaders board, well over 2 years after the original was launched, so it's definitely looking a bit long in the tooth. THAT SAID, I would argue that it pushes the hardware and looks genuinely decent, especially the larger enemy sprites. If anything, it reminds me of the early space games made for the Super Cassette Vision.

As for how it plays, well, it's a more complex Space Invaders. Shocking, I know. You got these alien dudes that descend by doing flips in mid air, and can land on space rocks if they're feeling patient and you don't shoot them in time. If they hit the bottom, they add onto a big space monster that eventually unleashes upon you and shoots lasers that are very hard to avoid. There's also UFOs and another creature that can do similar things, so it's just got me wondering what the point of that is. It runs really smoothly even if I find it a bit duff to actually play. Still, it isn't dramatically worse or better than most of it's compatriots. It's fiiine.

The Verdict

Graphics (8): Less dated for a 1978 board than you would except. There's some big boy multicolor sprites in there. Also included are genuine cutscenes that seem to emphasise being funny, I believe there's 4 of them total which is impressive. What also impressed me is how speedy the game seems to run. I don't think Space Invaders was sluggish per say, but it felt as if Taito was entirely comfortable with this specific hardware at this point and could do miracle work while ensuring nothing would lag. Especially with the spaceship. That one flies over the screen. The aliens themselves are a little lacking in framerate which DOES make them harder to shoot sometimes. Unfortunate. Doesn't take away from the fact it's an A for effort.

Sound (8): The clearest voice clips and most intense explosion noises yet. It's good. The aliens sound like a posh man giving you a friendly announcement that they are, in fact, coming. So funny. Not a lot to say here, and that's a plus- we've come a long way from my ears being blasted by Moon Cresta. Once again, some Super Cassette Vision vibes right here.

Fun Factor (6): The slick control feeling doesn't mean the game is all that fun. It's slightly above average, if that. I guess it's neat Taito figured out new types of enemies that shoot with big lasers- that's sorta new, as is the way the aliens can get halted by the asteroids. For the rest though... it sure is another space shooter. If you're a fan of this kinda game, by all means, it's solid, but I found myself to be done with it a little bit in.

Longevity (6): If you give yourselves the maximum amount of lives, you're gonna be done with this one in no time flat. The game barely makes any effort in giving you new mechanics, and peaks at level 6. It's a minor improvement over prior Taito games, but i'd hardly call it very durable. Starting with 3 lives is a bit more of a challenge, so you could squueze some time out of trying to reach beyond the stars there, I suppose.

In Conclusion

#retro gaming #minuy600 #review #sona #arcade #1980 #space cyclone #taito

[electrictoes]

I talked a bit last season about Amanda's growth and how it's highlighted in Video Killed The Radio Star when Carisi tells her to get out and she does, but Mirror Effect has brought all that growth screaming into the forefront, and I'm still working through it all in my head but it's such a testament to her character and Kelli's portrayal of Amanda. I'm still devastated that she's going, but I'm also grateful that if she has to go she's been written out with such care (assuming it continues going forward) - my biggest fear was her exit would steamroll over her journey and the progress she's made, but I'm starting to have hope that it won't.

Look back at Rapist Anonymous when she doesn't let anyone support her and ends up spiralling further down. And Gambler's Fallacy. Amanda hits rock bottom and she is alone. There are people in her life by this point - but her instinct is not to let them in. Look at Forgiving Rollins and how reluctant she is to accept help. Always trying to cope on her own.

And look now.

She's leaning on the people she loves. She has let herself love these people and let them love her back and she's letting them in - she's telling Sonny she doesn't want to be alone, she's reaching out Liv and sharing what's she's struggling with. She's letting them be there for her. The Benisi scenes of them both worrying about her were equally important in highlighting how much Amanda is loved and cared for in a way she would never, ever have believed back in s13. In s15 she told Liv that therapy was paying someone to listen to your problems. In s21 she started seeing a therapist and didn't tell anyone. When they did find out (in a terrible way) she told Sonny she was thinking about quitting and then she avoided his response.

Amanda historically has actively tried to hide any perceived weakness - she hasn't let anyone see the vulnerable parts of her. And now she's reaching out - maybe not right away, there's still more of her journey left, more progress to be had, but she's miles away from where she was.

I know there's a large portion of the SVU audience that doesn't see how far Amanda's come, but it doesn't take much to highlight the difference between who she was when she arrived at SVU and who she is now 12 years later - and it's here in this episode, in every single scene she's in.

The way Amanda's trauma is being addressed means so much. It's not being handwaved, there's respect to all that's come before. The scene in the girls' bedroom nearly broke me. Amanda is not okay. We've all become used to SVU traumatising the characters and not giving them the time or space to deal with that. I could write a whole essay just on trauma Carisi hasn't gotten to work through.

But so far Graziano's SVU feels good - it feels like it is honouring the characters that we love - and because Amanda is leaving, because we have to say goodbye to her so much sooner than anyone wanted, the season has started with Amanda and her story, her growth - I truly believe it will lead into Liv's, too - this theme of what the job takes from you will thread through the whole season and be a part of Liv's own arc.

I'll admit that although I've always loved Amanda (my love for SVU is tied up in my love for her), I don't think I fully realised until this episode just how much I'm going to miss her. Kelli has always been amazing and I think now she's finally being given the kind of writing she was at the beginning, back when her character first became important to so many people - it's a shame we won't get more time with her written by someone who has such a deep understanding of not only the characters but also the importance of healing - for Amanda and for Liv, but for the audience too - to see that it's possible, that you're not defined only by the bad things that have happened to you. That the people who love you will stand by you through it and that you deserve to be happy in the end. And that's where I'm at now - processing losing a character that means so much, and grateful that we get to see everything she's overcome highlighted before she goes. Rollisi is everything to me, I'm not subtle about that - but Amanda's friendship with Liv is important too, and you just don't get female friendships like theirs in every show. Amanda leaning on Liv means so much - especially because she was there at a time when Amanda wouldn't let anyone in. This episode was so well crafted - the pacing was great, the case linked in with the personal without it being gratuitous, the characters - even those who weren't part of the A plot - were given time. Amanda's relationships with Sonny and Liv were given the weight they deserve, and the foundation for what we all know is coming has been laid in a way that feels true to the characters. I know I'm overly invested in the dumb cop show, but I'm proud of how far Amanda has come and I'm absolutely not ready to say goodbye.

#amanda rollins #svu #svu spoilers #svu24 #i'm still figuring out how i feel about it all #and trying to get my thoughts out of my head and somewhere else

[mouth-dreaming]

So I wrote this story back in October and I didn't finish it until November because I had no motivation. Anyways, this story was inspired by the deranged comments under Ryan's video "how to cause a traffic accident" enjoy this spooky nkotr story :0)

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How to Undo a Traffic Accident

It was a sunny, chill autumn day in Plymouth. The new kids were enjoying their day by setting up Halloween decorations around the rock. Earlier that morning, they had just uploaded their newest video where Ryan explains how to cause a traffic accident. "Boy, I'm sure glad we were able to upload that new educational video!" Ryan said. "Yeah, and all it took was the loss of childhood innocence and a stuffed bear!" Neil replied. As Neil was carving out the top of a pumpkin, he opened it and found a letter inside. Neil pulled out the letter and examined it, pulling away pieces of pumpkin guts from it. "Hey, it must be a letter from the studio!" The new kids looked at eachother in excitement. "Well what does it say?" Kevin asked. Neil unfolded the letter and read. "Dear, New Kids on the Rock - Hey that's us! - We love your newest video..." The new kids looked at eachother confidently. "Well that's great!" Kevin said. "What else does it say?" He asked. Neil turned back to the letter and continued to read. "However, we've saw many interesting comments under the video, so we ask if you review some of them for yourselves, signed Plymouth Rock Studio." Neil paused and looked at his friends in confusion. "Well, it's good that they like our video, but what do they mean about the comments?" Kevin asked. "Yeah, all the comments were positive, I don't see why the studio has a problem with them!" Ryan continued. Neil folded the letter and slid the paper in his pocket, then jolted up in excitement. "Well there's only one way to find out! To the computer!"

The elevator in Plymouth Rock opened. The new kids quickly stepped inside and rushed towards the computer after it lowered. "Ok Neil, you're the tech expert, turn this thing on!" Kevin said. Neil fetched some tools and opened the computer to get to work. After an hour of messing with circuts and wire, the computer still didn't turn on. "Sorry guys, I don't think this thing will turn on-" Neil was interrupted when Ryan pushed a button that said "power" on the computer. It turned on with a click. "Oh, well that works too I guess." Neil said. The new kids huddled up around the computer. Neil and Kevin on the keys, with Ryan on the mouse.

"Ok, time to look at those comments!" Ryan said eagerly.

The new kids started scrolling through the comment section, but nothing seemed unusual at first, until they started reaching the bottom. "Wait, hold on, look at this one!" Ryan pointed at the screen and read one of the comments. "Ryan, you're the...smex?" Ryan looked confused at first, but then a bit of confidence perked up inside him. "Well, I guess I AM the smex! Thank you!" But the farther they scolled, the more deranged they got. One of the comments caught their eyes. Ryan pointed it out and read "HAHA! I recognize that intersection! I know where you live...Ryan..." Ryan turned to his friends in fear. "Don't worry Ryan, there's plenty of intersections in the world! How on earth would they find you just by recognizing some random intersection!" Neil said to Ryan. Kevin nodded and replied. "Yeah, what Neil said! It may not even be the same intersection they think they're talking about!" Ryan looked up at his friends and chuckled in relief. "Yeah, I guess you're right, guys! How could one commenter pose such a threat-" but right before Ryan could finish, he was interrupted by a knock on the rock.

The new kids looked at the security cameras to see who it was. They all let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness, it's only Max! Wait- MAX?!" The new kids headed up the elevator and creeped around the rock. "Shhh...no sudden movement. He's like a t-rex from jurassic park; he has a taste for blood and any sort of quick movement could trigger his primal rage. Follow me, guys, and stay close behind." Ryan and Kevin followed behind Neil. As they almost got out of the woods, a leaf crunched, which caused Max turn around and catch them. "Hey, new skids!" He yelled. The new kids paused in fear and slowly turned to face him. "M-M-Max! How lovely to see you at our r-r-rock!" Ryan said, trembling. "W-What brings you here?" He asked. The new kids looked at eachother in dread, wondering how Max knew about their secret hideout. Max looked up and down at the rock in confusion and then at the new kids. "Why are you guys hanging out by a rock?" He asked. "Is this your secret hideout or something?" Neil looked at him and was stunned but tried to hold back his fear. "Secret hideout? What?! nooooo!" He said. Then Kevin chimed in. "Yeah, there's no secret hideout here, are you crazy?!" He said. "Y-yeah, no secret hideout whatsoever! Haha!" Ryan continued nervously. Max looked at them, more confused than before. "Ok?..." He said. "I guess that makes sense, only LOSERS hang out by rocks! See ya' new..uh...new LOSERS on the rock! Haha!" He laughed and walked away. The new kids let out a sigh of relief. "Wow, I'm sure glad that worked." Ryan said. "See, Ryan, all that crazy stalker stuff is a bunch of bologna!" Kevin said. "Yeah!" Neil chimed. "You've got nothing to worry about!" Ryan smiled and felt more relieved. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but wait, what did Max come here for?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" The new kids heard Max shout from the distance. He walked towards them and introduced a cloaked figure to them. "So this kid, uh.. asked me to bring 'em to you suckers so uh, here ya go LOSERS! HAHA!" He laughed and walked off again, leaving the cloaked figure with them.

Neil stepped forward to the figure. "Hey, so uh...what brings you here?" He asked. The figure chuckled and whispered "I recognized that intersection, Ryan. I finally found where you live!" The new kids jumped back and gasped in shock and fright. The cloaked figure raised their hand and the fall leaves twirled around them like tiny dancers. The figure's eyes glowed as they levitated in the air. "RUN!!" Kevin yelled. They tried to make a run for it, but they were forced at a stop by some kind of magical force. They were turned to face the figure, mumbling some ancient incantation. "I curse you, new kids on the rock!" And just as they spoke those words, the figure disappeared in a flash of light. The new kids fell to the ground and slowly sat back up. "What was that?!" Kevin asked. "I-I don't know...wait- Ryan, what did you do?" Neil asked. "ME?! I have no idea wh-" Suddenly a little wet, unstuffed bear fell from the sky into Ryan's hands. "Ryan...the-the BEAR?!" Neil stammered. The new kids stared at the toy, stunned. "Oh my god...Ryan, did you really steal this little kid's stuffed animal?!" Ryan looked at his friends, who expressed great disappointment in him. "Well..."

The Next Day

Neil was making breakfast at his house, yet he still couldn't shake off the memory of what happened yesterday. "I curse you, new kids on the rock!" Is all that he's been thinking about since last night. What form will these curses come? And most importantly...when?

Ryan sat down at the table. "Oh boy, pig ribbons!" He said in excitement. But before he could eat, he looked up at Neil and saw that he wasn't doing so well. "Neil, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept a wink." Neil turned to Ryan and let out a tired yawn. "Yeah, I'm ok, Ryan. I just- I've been thinking about yesterday and-" Ryan stood up from the table and put his hand on Neil's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Neil. We'll figure out someway to break this curse. And besides, the witch cursed me, not any of you two-" Ryan was quickly cut off when he heard Kevin screaming from the other room. "AHHHHHH!!!" Ryan and Neil looked at eachother in horror and rushed to Kevin's aid. "Kevin! Kevin, are you alright?!" They asked. Kevin grabbed Neil and shook him, trying to explain what horror he woke up to. "Woah, woah, Kevin slow down! Tell us what happened!" Kevin paused and lifted his hat. "I'M....I'M.....I'M BALD!!!" Neil and Ryan gasped and screamed in horror.

Suddenly, there was a cold chill in the air. Ryan could sense another curse was coming about, and then...there was a dead silence. The gang looked around for whatever would spring up next, but just then Neil looked at his hands, which were replaced with rat paws. "AHHHH!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?" POOF! There was a puff of smoke. Kevin and Ryan looked around the room. "Neil? Neil, where are you?!" Suddenly, they heard squeaking coming from below. They looked down, only to find a rat standing at their feet. "EEK! Ryan, get the broom!" Ryan tossed Kevin a broom, which he used to shoo away the rodent. He chased the animal all through the kitchen in a Tom & Jerry style fight, knocking over pots, pans, and kitchen utensils just to get rid of it. "AAAH! GUYS, STOP! IT'S ME!" The rat squeaked. Kevin looked at the creature and gasped, tossing the broom onto the floor. They found that Neil had not dissappeared, but instead, turned into a rat. Just as the fighting stopped, a purple keyboard appeared in front of him. "NEIL, I'M SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS YOU! ARE YOU OK?!" Kevin asked. Neil looked up at his friends in horror, and then down to the keyboard, where he saw an even more horrific sight: there were 8 keys on the keyboard, and Neil hates the number 8. "NOOOOOOOO!!!" Rat Neil squeaked. "Oh no, this is all my fault!" Ryan said in anguish. "But maybe it's not too late to save the day! Follow me guys!" Kevin picked up rat Neil and marched off with Ryan to the witch's lair.

Later

Ryan led his friends through a dark and spooky forest where the supposed witch's lair is found. "Ryan, how do you know this place?" Kevin asked. Ryan shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, silly, silly, Kevin! This is where my cave is!" He replied. "Cave?" Kevin asked. "Neil looked up at Kevin and squeaked "Yeah, Kevin. Don't you know that every year on Pig Day, Ryan awakens from his cave after his one week hibernation to howl and screech at the moon and prepare for the Pig Day ritual?" Even with Neil's explanation, this only gave Kevin more questions than answers. "Pig Day? How come you guys never tell me about these holidays?" Ryan chuckled once more and shook his finger. "Ah, Kevin, you'll understand once you're older!" He said. "Ryan, I'm in my 30s." Kevin replied.

After journeying through the cold, dark forest, layered with fall leaves, the new kids had finally found themselves at the witch's lair, which was an old, abandoned shack in the middle of the woods, covered with moss and vines. "Wow" said the new kids, who were in awe of the building. "Woah guys, this is a really old building, we need to be careful where we step." Rat Neil squeaked. "Pfft! Don't worry yourself too much, Neil! We know what we're do-" Ryan was interrupted as a leaf that fell on the floodboard caused the wood to collapse in. "Or we can just listen to Neil!" Kevin said. "Great idea!"

Ryan pulled the stuffed bear from his coat and placed it on a table with lit candles, in order to summon the witch. "Oh great wickedness, arise to claim our offering for you!" After a few minutes of silence, Ryan and his friends felt hopless, thinking the witch would never come. Right when they were about to open the door to leave, a strange mist had flooded the halls, and the leaves danced through the air. Suddenly the house shook, the floorboards parted, and the witch had risen, leaving the boards to seal up once more. "New kids on the rock..." the witch spoke. "If you wish to undo this wretched curse, you must complete three dangerous tasks, each more horrid than the last! First you must-" the witch was interrupted by Ryan, who held up the stuffed bear to her. "Oh, well we actually came to give you your toy back." He said. "Oh." The witch picked up the newly stuffed, dry bear. "Ok, well nevermind all that stuff then. Curse is undone." She snapped her fingers and disappeared with her stuffed animal. In a puff of mist, Neil suddenly turned back into a human and Kevin finally got his beautiful hair back.

The new kids thanked the witch as they walked out of the house, heading back to the rock.

Later that night

"Hey guys, I'm really sorry I messed up back there and caused you guys to be forever scarred for life, boy was I sure dumb!" Ryan said. "Don't worry, guys! I promise to never steal from a witch or any other magic bearing entity ever again!" Ryan said, as he finished stitching together another voodoo doll for his collection. "Well atleast you did the right thing, Ryan. And the studio loved the video!" Neil said. "Hey, why don't we go use our paycheck and head down to the local theater!" Kevin said. "Yeah, let's watch Ernest Goes to Hell!" Ryan replied. "Or maybe we could go to the arcade! I heard they've got a brand new game called Polybius!" Neil suggested. "Or we could go to........http://HollywoodEastTv.com!"

The End

#nkotr #neil cicierega #kevin j james #ryan murphy #I've never posted a story on here before :P #I put a readmore on here and I hope it works because I'm on mobile #apologies if it doesn't #I don't use wattpad so I figured I'd just post it here #also just wanted to clarify this but I got October and November switched around like a fucking idiot #I started it in October but didn't finish until November #I didn't realize I made that mistake until I checked my notifs. I'm such a clown :0(((( #but I went back and edited it so no problem👍

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Healing Ties - Chapter 18 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

It took Yore far longer than he would have liked to lure the rock golem into the swamp, dodging hands that reached up from the mud as they went.

He'd hoped to get it bogged down in the mud but it just kept ploughing through it.

At least there were no boulders for it to throw out here and the mud slowed it down enough that it had no chance of getting close enough to slam its rocky arms into him.

When he trusted the wrong ground and sunk belly deep into the mud himself, he decided he was done.

The dead grabbed for him and tried to pull him under but he managed to struggle and squirm his way back onto firmer ground.

It looked like they'd distracted the rock golem as well.

Yore took the opportunity to dash back the way he'd come.

He hated that he'd left Fanner alone for so long but he had needed to get the rock golem clear of the path.

It was too dangerous.

Members of his own pack used this route regularly.

Chances were, a group had been sent out looking for him and would be coming back this way once they stopped in at the inn and were told that he was fine and had already headed home.

Hopefully Cookie was with Fanner.

She's stayed with Yore long enough to ensure he had the situation under control and then she'd dashed off.

He didn't know that she was capable of much in the way of fighting, if it came to that but she was smart and she seemed particularly protective of Fanner.

He doubled back to where the fight had been started, left the bag for now and began to track Fanner.

Cookie seemed to have come this way as well but the path she took was meandering.

However she had tracked him seemed quite different from Yore's method.

Yore heard the distant sound of Fanner's voice and ran in its direction.

Fanner fell abruptly silent as Yore got close but he could smell him now.

Cookie chittered, loud and friendly, from the bottom of a dried up creek bed.

Fanner poked his head up as Yore climbed down the bank.

"Yore," Fanner exclaimed, throwing his arms around Yore's furry body.

"I thought you were dead."

Yore waited until Fanner let go and then shifted back into his human form.

"I'm sorry I left you along for so long. I had to get the rock golem away from the path."

Fanner hugged him again and this time Yore had arms to hug him back with.

Fanner was shaking, his breathing coming fast and uneven.

Yore rubbed his back.

"It's okay. Everything's fine now. You're safe and so am I."

"I really thought you died."

"I'm sorry, Fanner. Really. I wanted to come and find you sooner but I was worried someone would get hurt if I didn't deal with it right away."

Fanner pulled back and looked Yore over.

"You're hurt."

"A little and very muddy. Sorry. I had to go all the way out into the swamp to get it far enough away."

Fanner started brushing his hands over Yore, not quite touching him as he dissipated the mix of blood and dried mud on his skin.

He paused to pick a shard of rock out of a cut on Yore's shoulder.

He was still breathing unevenly and his eyes were red and damp.

"Hey, are you okay?" Yore asked.

Fanner gave a shaky nod of his head, but it wasn't very convincing.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

"You saved my life. You and Cookie."

Yore offered him a gentle smile.

"She was good, wasn't she? Somehow she knew that thing was there and she was determined to protect you."

"I saw it when it still just looked like a pile of rocks and... and I was going to go and sit on it and have a drink of water."

"She stayed long enough for me to get the situation under my control and then she ran off after you. I'm glad she found you."

"Do you think they'll let her stay at the settlement you're taking me to? If she wants to, I mean."

"I don't see why not. I'll talk to them about it for you."

"Thank you. I wish I could go with you but if I at least have Cookie maybe... maybe things will be okay."

"Things will be fine. You're starting to trust me and that's good but we've only known one another for a few days. We've gotten a bit closer a bit faster than we otherwise might have because of the circumstances but if you can get to know me this quickly I'm sure you'll have lots of friends within a week."

Fanner nodded as he lifted Yore's arm and cleaned under his armpit.

He still looked so distressed, so vulnerable.

"What if I don't? What if things really aren't okay?"

"If things really aren't okay you can come and visit me and I'll help you figure things out. But only if you really need to, okay? I'm not saying that I don't want to see you but I have a lot of things going on in my life and there are a bunch of things I need to jump right into when I get back."

Fanner nodded.

"Thank you. I promise I won't bother you just because I miss you."

That made Yore's heart clench.

He wanted to reassure Fanner that he wouldn't be bothering him, that he'd actually like to see him, he just couldn't afford to take on the extra responsibility.

He wasn't sure that would help, though.

Fanner was a person, a friend, not a responsibility but he did need help and that would take a great deal of time, patience and careful thought.

"I'll come and visit you as soon as I can," Yore promised.

He smiled as Fanner circled around him, checking for any remaining mud.

Yore would have settled for a quick rinse in the river but Fanner had done thorough work.

"Am I sufficiently de-mudded yet?"

Fanner made a sound of dismay in the back of his throat.

"You're covered in tiny cuts."

"Don't worry about it, Fanner. I'm a man who's had tiny cuts all throughout my internal organs. I can handle having them on the surface of my skin."

Fanner took a deep breath in and let it out as a sigh.

Yore did his best to turn his reflex to laugh into a kind smile.

Fanner just sounded so serious.

"It's just some minor cuts. Like I said, I've had worse. Hell, you've had worse. Why is this upsetting you so much?"

Fanner shrugged.

He wouldn't look Yore in the eye.

Of all the things that had happened to him on this journey and a lot of shit had happened to him in just a few short days, this one seemed to have shaken him the most.

Yore looked around.

"Hey, where's Cookie? She's surprisingly stealthy for... I don't even know how to describe the shape that she is."

Fanner let out a slightly broken but genuine laugh.

"She went away and caught me a fish before. She probably hasn't gone far. Or maybe she has. I don't really know what goes on in her head or what motivates her but it's worked out in my favour so far."

[doomgazedog]

need to yell about health somewhere so its gonna be here

I think I've hit rock bottom with my hypermobility. I have always felt like strengthening didn't work for me and often made me worse. I think I just haven't found the right program, so I basically gave up. After I hurt my ankle last fall, I've barely walked at all all winter (the cold is what caused the injury to begin with, so walking in the cold was not an option). I stopped going to PT after the holidays bc I knew covid would spike again. SO I've just deteriorated even further. Nothing involved with my SI joint or pelvis will hold together now. I am in constant pain. Corrections aren't working. My upper back is also a mess, likely because of the former.

I reached out to other hypermobile folks and was told to try the muldowney protocol, so we got the book and I'm going to do my best to follow it religiously by myself. It highly recommends working with a PT, and OH how I wish I could, but I don't know if anyone in town even knows the muldowney method, and even if so, I only trust one place to require masks anymore. I'm going in on Thursday as i still have leftover credits from spraining my ankle, just to see if they can help me with corrections so I can get some relief, but I will ask about the protocol too.

The trouble is I'm losing my medicaid sometime soon (april at the soonest) bc the government is cutting off millions of us now that the pandemic is """over""". The ins plan I'm supposed to be on after that doesn't cover my preferred PT. Of course. Going anywhere else will mean risking what's left of my life with every visit and I'm not willing to do that. So my options are get a really expensive mktplace ins so PT is "only" $30/visit, or go with deers work ins and only go to PT on an emergency basis and pay out of pocket, working at home on my own to try to fix myself. Not looking forward to any of this.

Meanwhile we've ordered a basic PT table, body pillow, and some PT tools so I can get started on my own. I'm afraid I'm going to experience more pain and inflammation for awhile, leaving me potentially unable to work, exacerbating financial issues after I already owed a couple thou more in taxes than I expected. But I don't really have a choice! In addition to the protocol, I'm going to start doing qi gong every morning and trying to walk down the street and back and slowly build up my walking time again now that it's warming up. I have to stop bending for now. Just a real mess and a lot of work ahead but I am really hoping I can handle this myself because I kind of have to.

It's all a bit traumatic. I grew up not having proper healthcare and really didn't have consistent care til the medicaid expansion, and now we're too far over the poverty line (which is a joke.. making like 24k a year, which the govt takes like 13% of, doesn't mean i can magically afford medical bills). Where is the M4A?? I am so tired of crying both from pain and the stress of my healthcare situation.

#hypermobility #i also desperately need a break from art-as-work but i cant do that now lol #everything is just combusting at once and its hella stressful #the PT is only part of it too like idk if ins is gonna mess with my antibiotic Rx or not.. #and my uro wants me to go on an antiseptic instead starting this summer which could land me in the ER very quickly if it doesnt work #and like haha ER bills with regular non medicaid insurance sounds like absolute hell so im very scared yall!!!!! #not to mention the feelings of Am I really Worth it as my loved ones have to shell out to keep me alive

[silvermuffins]

Pokemon Scarlet liveblog!!! Part 5

I dunno if anyone's reading these but someday I might so we're still doing this.

now where was i? oh right. olives.

okay that's a weird bug....there's a little sprite of Flittle dancing around my screen....it relates to my camera positioning??? how do i get Rid of it

i am going to fly back to the school and show my dex to teacher and then fly back here to see if that fixes it

the flittle is still there at school. ....okay i THINK it's gone.

nope it's back when i go outside.....okay we're gonna save, close, and reopen!

there we go all better

you know, it'd be goofy if they like. Put a picture of Mew on the bottom of a truck model. Easter egg for those who could finagle a way to see it. Xylly the Kricketot has joined us.

Special tera Diglett! The fuck type is THAT? Fighting??? Dig is super effective...your hame is Hotdog and- that was rock. Huh!

fuck i keep tripping over Diglett as im trying to explore. ooh, found a Vespiquen, now I don't need to hunt for a female combee. You're Frank now, in lieu of other words.

Wanders about, exploring the orchard, kills a chewtle....ooh there's another special tera mon and it....is invisible. I can hear it sparkling. But I cannot....see it.

i fixed it. it's a Fletchling, fire tera....booooring you get that type anyway! Bronzor, tho, you're Dinnerplate. Finally got a Chewtle to name Faxly. Now we reach Cortondo!

We're gonna take a break for a minute to eat some punkin pie.

that turned into a break for the night. Back at it, now that England and the US have come in at a draw 0-0 but DAMN that was a good game.

Cortondo!

the usual shops....with a few new items! i should maybe doublecheck the stores in Artazon for different ingredients....

oh there's a really cool treehouse or something here. OH it's the arena.

man EVERY house here has a pool. okay quick artazon check then we return. ....alright i believe we just unlock additional stuff as we make progress. i do not have a flabebe to give this man.

aight let's tackle this gym. Nemona you're absolutely sneaking ahead of me just to play "wow weird coincidence" and we both know it. ....wait didn't you promise you'd battle me next time we met? now you're going back on it? we've only battled twice so far what's going on WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH NEMONA

ooooh olive soccer ig. steamrolls by. throws the ball over a fence. time to destroy Katy. oh what a swetie she is...alas I am OP. ....oh i get it....she has a BUGBEAR. i...am not gonna get tooh yes i will. oh the buggy hat is so cute!

SHE GAVE ME CUPCAKES

i've seen this man at school! I have seen him in the art room specifically i think. the fuck you mean he's E4?! I wasn't sure we were doing that this gen!

two artists in one generation huh....looks something up rq....noppe

anyway. how to answer his question....

"All paths lead to the Great Crater of Paldea"

all paths lead to the great crater

ALL PATHS LEAD TO THE GREAT CRATER holy shit i have Fears

oh Nemona is the youngest Champion in history? time to steal that from her. ....sir this conversation has made me very uneasy.

anyway back to class. oh Salvatore is A Guy. Possibly the most guy ever. aaaa he said mata ne i have feelings unrelated to pokemon (sayounara, mata ne!)

hassel is great at asking questions that make me nervous and also i don't know why but I feel a great deal of concern for him? hm. HEY we have Penny in class instead of Nemona for this one?!

anyway friendship time. i love the teachers so much. awah, Miriam...

okay, now then...where to next....maybe off to Iono's town??? I think that will work. I'm trying, here. Anyway, Tripto the Magnemite. The hell's a Varoom and where do I get one?

aaaaa i Continue On im nearly to Iono's city. OH Pebbles is evolving....i'm not getting it on the field? this one has like a classic evolution background... Tinkatuff! Found an office worker who is letting himself act like a child to relieve work stress.....this feels like a cry for help....and a guy wanting to be like the wind which gives me mata ne-related feels. Those who know me well know what I mean.

Awright Levincia here we are! Ooh, Grimer. You'll be Bort. Hey, a Kirlia! idt I got a Ralts before but I'mma need two anyway! oh shit, oops. Right, gonna need some luck with a quick ball then. doot, your name is Duck. ROTOM you're gonna be Prodro.

The usual food shops...OH and a sushi place! Hat shop, shoe shop, are these gonna be all the standard accessory shops? ooh one is a bit higher end. Too rich for my blood. Oh, and a fancy restaut=rant. All the big cities are so big.

Running around Levincia's skyscrapers is uncomfy. I think it's because of all the capitalism.

Now the other side of the city....oooh, Chinese food place. Once again confirming that POkemon are dietary staples, with a pickled Toedscool dish.

I got a bag that looks like bones!!!

Now we head in to do this gym thing. Nemona I am going to steamroll you. She's got something called a Crocalor.... Croc. Calor is hot. Thaaat's a Starter. That animation....she can't control her Tera orb well? Almost looked scared of it for a second... ...Nemona. Nemona what would challenging me again literally right now change? It wasn't even close. Nemona I am begging you please stop assuming I want to just battle you 24/7 that's unhealthy.

Anyway let's go handle Iono.

WHY IS CLAVELL HERE

oh my god

y'know if i were a viewer i think iono's streams would bore or annoy me very quickly. thankfully i am neither! and these gym trainer battles are going to tell Iono exactly how I'm gonna beat her: mud shot spam.

Oh her Bellibolt is actually kinda scary idk what its ability does...and it's beefy, too. Okay, recalculate. That's a clean switch, Salt Cure will take it down while I revive Pebbles... Ooh, she has a Mismagius, huh? Those have levitate, right? That's fine, i have Smack Down. ...Oh. Oh Sotero can't take two hexes and won't outspeed...okay Jupe, take over, OH COME ON WHY IS HEX SO POWERFUL. Do I have NOTHING that can do this??? Maybe if I use Scoots or Daya... we're gonna try Scoots. Okay, Scoots can take multiple hexes.

That was annoying.

oh hey that's Miss First Champion, isn't it? Geeta! Chairwoman of the league...

The last League Chair i dealt with was a megalomaniac with a messiah complex, you know. Please don't be like him.

alright back to school, there's classes and probably friendship available....i oughta check for new sandwich ingredients and such, too!

i have midterms?!

doo de doo classes....oh hey Arven's in Art with me this time...oh so there IS a way to change a pokemon's tera type!

doing some friendship before the exams. awww Dendra.....and i just adore Saguaro....oh no he has other fans...oh no he felt pressured and went for the spicy sandwich...OH oh aaaaa i love this this is so cute. don't worry professor i am here for you!! i will protect you

who dat??? in Hassel's event???? she's dressed like a superhero....

okay! midterms!

back to cortondo after the literal blood sweat and tears poured into midterms on fani's part. we heading north now. And....wait the map says theres an eevee here somewhere

gave up on the eevee, found a Capsakid. gonna call you Choods.

wanders along.....man i thought i saw a person with a picnic table.....oh well i can BE the person with the picnic table.

whyyyyy do my sandwiches always have weird slopes that destroy my plan by yeeting my ingredients into the ether.

I FINALLY GOT AN EGG!

now there's a tera Buizel....ice type, I like it. Crit capture, you're Spink from now on!

ohhhh we gonna have to play dodgeball to get to the next titan. boy howdy i can see it from here.

made it up without even getting on Koraidon or getting hit once! Bombirdier? It's...it's a stork.....oh my god are the bombs babies

okay so it powered up and then i OHKO'd it....with Nuzzle. And then the moon went flying into place.

arven why do you hate koraidon so much??? oh wait, no, you're tsunning. !! Koraidon learned Surf! well, not the battle move. but i don't need to fear water now.

arven what is going on??? do you have miraidon or something???

DOG. HE HAS SICK DOG? or old dog.....oh no....baby....

oh no this is gonna be something like the family dog was more of a parent to him than his mom was....but the dog's old and he's scared and lonely.....and he resents Koraidon because mom's research kept her away. something like that????

dog is hurt oh no....oh no did KORAIDON hurt him???

;A; ARVEN, BABY.... WE'RE GONNA SAVE YOUR DOG

once again, sada....how do you KNOW

aha HERE'S flabebe. I need two of these. Names of Morley and Kad. wait, technically i don't need two, I realize as I throw a second ball and crit capture...

don't think i should jump off this cliff til koraidon can scale it but....i see another lid thing? in yellow this time...fuck it let's go see. This one has the ruinous sword.

oh shit, electric tera jolteon! I think i want that? ....EXCEPT IT'S LEVEL 50. I need to get out of here!

wheew. Got Boydey the Numel tho. Gonna get a Bombirdier, name it Pachetti. FUCK i muscle memory killed it. Will ned to find a new one.

The superhero clothes are back and on someone else, turns out they're for dragon tamers!

i think I am about done for the night. I accomplished a lot!

#letty plays pokemon scarlet #letty plays shit #livebloggin #look at me accomplishing tasks

[cherrycheridarling]

dap me up | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff

summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.

a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?

wc: 2.6k

"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.

You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"

"Now, let's get right into it."

Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.

"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."

Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."

"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.

"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"

You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."

Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"

You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.

"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.

Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."

He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.

A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.

"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"

"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.

"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.

Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.

You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"

He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."

You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.

You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"

"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."

You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.

He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.

You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."

Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.

Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.

"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."

"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.

"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.

He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."

"You're such a dick." you moaned.

He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"

"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."

Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.

"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."

Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.

"What you up?" he chuckled.

You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.

"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.

You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."

"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.

Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.

"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.

You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.

Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"

"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."

Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.

You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.

The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.

In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.

The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."

You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.

Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.

"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.

You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.

Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.

You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.

Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."

You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."

You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.

"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.

Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."

Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."

"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.

After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.

Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.

You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.

There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.

You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.

He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.

Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.

You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."

His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.

You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.

Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.

"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.

Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."

Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."

"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.

Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.

Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x

Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x

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I personally find it odd that so many people dislike show Collin versus book Collin bc I find myself finding show Penelope a lot more unlikeable than book Pen.

Retreading the books, LW is so much more coy and sassy. I find LW in the show to be downright cruel and catty. I still haven’t forgiven Penelope for the Marina drama tbh. I just can’t imagine being willing to publicly ruin somebody’s life like that. She was willing to tell Collin directly about Marina being in love with somebody else so why not the baby? He would have kept that secret but I think Penelope was too afraid he’d marry her anyways and that’s just so unforgivably selfish to me.

Like damn I know we’re in the ladies villain era but to me the Marina and Eloise things just really change her character on a fundamental level that makes her less interesting to me. I’m all for ladies making mistakes and having dark sides but I think the problem is that the show hasn’t shown me enough of her good sides to make her feel two dimensional to me. Banking on my sympathies for characters who are “wallflowers” can only last so long and I need them to start showing her with some positive qualities bc right now it’s not it.

In contrast I think they did this with Kate beautifully. Really showed her love and devotion to her sister and how that kind of spiraled into the mess it did. How the combination of pride, devotion, loyalty and stubbornness (as well as Anthony’s flaws of course) really kind of made this mess. It really helped me root for them and feel the pain for all involved.

i mean... most people dislike show!pen too, lol. i know personally i've ranted to my friends about while i am enjoying what they're doing romantically with show!polin, individually those characters aren't the same ones i loved in the books. for better, but for most people, for worse.

i'm not gonna rehash all the pen stuff - i've talked at length about how much i needed pen to reach rock bottom and how she's done so much shit and deserves to be called out for it, etc. etc.

but i think you brought up a great point that people tend to forget - well fucking duh we like kate (and anthony) way more than penelope. THEY'VE HAD THEIR SEASON. we've gotten real time with them, seen them in various different ways - good, bad, ugly, everything in between. people HATED anthony in s1... but with some actual backstory and someone to play off of, anthony is now beloved. don't forget how much of a sexist ass he was in s1 and in the s2 premiere! but despite that, we still love him bc we UNDERSTAND him.

to me, the show hasn't made us truly understand penelope yet. in some ways, sure, like HOW pulls off the LW stuff, or why she wrote that article about marina or eloise. but WHY is she LW? obviously we can infer things... but they haven't actually explicitly focused on it... bc that's not the focus right now.

in my mind, they don't really want you to root for her unquestioningly. she HAS made some terrible, terrible decisions and absolutely deserves to suffer consequences for that. (and yes, in comparison, colin has done shit lmao which is why it's interesting why so many people hate him instead of just finding him boring or bland, which to me makes more sense). penelope isn't 2-d... she's just unfinished. she's messy and unlikable (just like every female character on the show imo... they're purposefully making every female character have flaws and not just "quirky" ones, but actual flaws that are ugly and gross and make you mad at the characters and sometimes even the writing.) daphne and kate have had the time and the focus to become fully-fleshed out and that's why we love them (well... daphne is still a [redacted] but that's a different issue.)

anyway i see it as you're not suppose to be rooting for pen yet. or at least, not this version of pen. you're suppose to see her digging herself into this hole and see all the worst parts of her (and i get that can be annoying given the whole screentime thing but that's a different topic). i personally am still rooting for her redemption, and yeah maybe it's bc i know her potential as a book character. but i also think if we get 189237494 different versions of white hot male characters getting their half-ass redemption arcs, then why shouldn't we afford penelope the same opportunity?

#yeah yeah people are gonna be like 'but pen is terrible' YEAH THATS THE POINT #bridgerton #asks #anyway they could absolutely botch the redemption arc #but given how they had eloise go IN on pen in the finale??? i have hope #bc i was absolutely VIBING with everything eloise said #(not that eloise has the moral highground either given how terrible fo a friend she is too but anyway) #also i'm pretty positive with the way nicola talks about pen they very much know that pen isn't in the right here and she's cocky and messy

[muffindaddystyles]

𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

A blurb of Harry working out and how you can't keep your hands to yourself. Basically, I'm talking about THAT video of Harry. Sure it turned all of us tingly and last night we all meditated, a teasing smut for ya'll right here.

Your brows knighting together in your heavy slumber as the cool sheets swallowed your body whole, you moan in a kitten hum when the air-conditioned chillness gave a relaxing soothing feeling and you rub your one calf over another snuggling close to Harry's pillow.

When your body didn't molded into his's your eyes snapped open. A groan escaping your lips accompanied by a sigh when you heard the instinctive noises of him and others outside. Combing back your feral hair back and putting on some pyjamas, to look presentable since you're wearing nothing but his shirt from last night.

You trudged your way through lobby finding where they all are. A glass of water in your hand, it would've fell from your hold thanks to your grip that it didn't. The sight infront of you flipping your tummy into unbelievable somersaults, on instinct you leaned against the frame of large window pane squinting your eyes from bright sunlight moreso from the admiration.

He's working out with Jeff's sister. Pulling dumbbells effortlessly, his biceps stretching deliciously, his pecs wide spreading with his each pull and he's shining golden under the sun. Jeff's sister says something to him and his tiny cackle bellows into humid air. His sight only making arousal pool into your pyjamas sticking to the inside of your thighs.

Your heart said "fuckin' awe." when he scooches further to join his feetsies with his companion.

Your giggle chokes onto the water you're sipping when Jeff's sister announces with a hint of misheve in her voice, "We've got an intruder, here." Harry's head perks up at this. His honey gaze finding yours in an instant and the dumbbells hit the grass with a smooshing thump, when he quickly stood up reaching to you with two strides of his daddy long legs.

He pats his bum to shrug of the tickling grass, when you regained your breath back his palm pressed against your midriff from over his shirt as he smauched a loud kiss to your lips ignoring your morning breath.

"Enjoyed what ye' saw, lovie'?" He grins pinching your hip bone and you swatted his chest glaring up at him, he wrapped your both wrists into his one large hand tugging you close and your dainty squeal fused into his mouth when he couldn't resist but to give you another kiss.

He intervines your fingers dragging you outside and lays down on the ground, arms under his neck and knees bent; "Help me work out, meh sleepy girl." You chuckle rolling your eyes and folding your arms infront of your chest.

"As if you need help from me, a person who never exercised." It's true. Because due to university work you never got a chance and now your tiring job don't leaves you alone. But, that doesn't mean you aren't in love with your body. You love the way you're.

"Yeh know wha' kinda help, I want darlin'." He drawls out with a shit eating grin and you huffed dramatically giving him a playful side eye flopping onto ground where his feet are. Jeff's sister long gone knowing you people could be very handsy in eachother's presence.

You ground his ankles tightly with your small hands, butting your chin atop his bent knees with a puppy sleepy look and he brushed your hair behind your ear only coming back to his usual goofy antics by pinching your nose hard.

"Harry!!" You fussed shutting your eyes close and he giggles doing his first scrunch, stealing a kiss from your parted whining lips. He cups your cheeks there for a moment holding you still, "sorry. don't be a squirmy worm." When he goes back smoothly you throws dagger at him but your beam says otherwise.

"I'll eat you whole." Your statement honest. Because this curly head green eyed bambi's the cause of wetness between your legs and the flutterness of your heart.

He again scrunches over collecting his core tight and again pecked your lips murmuring against your mouth, "baby yeh can suck me only." Your nails digging to his calloused skin and sweat dripping down your spine.

Fifty scrunches in total like it's nothing but it was tiring you and you grabbed him by his neck when he came to meet you for his another promised kiss, "'s hot." You hiss when his long arm slided to grope your ass even after knowing the balcony's open for everyone's view.

He breaths raggingly gliding his palm up and down your heated core, "where? here, in between ye' legs?" You nod eagerly humming eroticaly. Your voice extra sexy from morning's hoarseness.

"We've only two days left. Love me, please." You pout like a baby ignoring the lump of tears in your throat at the thought of departure from him in two days back home. You traveled with him to L.A to just be his rock, to support him emotionally and physically for his debut film. He was erratic to introduce you to everyone around his new cast mates, his mouth wide into a proud ecastatic beam with his palm spread in protective manner at your back as he couldn't resist but to kiss your head when anyone would compliment you. His girl, his lovie' makin him so proud.

"'ey baby. c'mere lovie gonna take care of ye'." He pushes you up with your both hands and with a giggle you launch onto your feet smacking three pecks at the corners of his lips.

He waddled behind you whispering something in your ear that made you cackle hard and as you both passed through the kitchen, Jeff and Gelyne acted like you two don't even exist giving eachother smirks at the two doves mesireably in love with eachother.

"Done working this early?" Gelyne teased Hary and he swiped the sweat over his forehand dramatically puffing his chest out, "gonna work fo' somethin' else now." You blew a hit to him at his pervert talking.

You snorted clamping your mouth shut when he roared like a lion pretending to eat the apples of your tinted cheeks, his hips bucking to meet yours in feverish heat as the back of your knees collided with the cool tiles of ensuite bathroom.

"Gonna miss yeh s' bad." He whispered kissing the soft bone of your ear and you gulped thickly coiling your arms around his neck. "Me too, bubs. Promise me you'd fly twice a month back London. Back, home." You moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your jaw to slot his lips to yours in a messy, drooling and sweaty kiss sealing his promise into affection.

His hands sneaking under his shirt to fondle with your tits, pinching it mildly causing you to arch your spine and grind your pyjama clad pussy against his bulge.

Soon the fabric was pooling at your shins. He whimpered at the glistening moisture of yours, "drippin' fo' me lovie?" You bob your head vigorously making grabby hands at him.

"This needs t' go." You tugged the hum of his white shorts sticking to his plump ass sexily and he chuckled squishing your cheeks and showering you in kisses at your cuteness, "'s fuckin' thirsty fo' me' cock."

"Ah! bloody darn." He grunted letting his head fall to the crook of your neck when you yanked his shorts down finding him in nothing. You tsked maneuvering your fingers through his damp curls pulling at them demandingly and roughly, "such a whore. had your balls shoved onto people's faces." The next thing he said made your laughs billow into mauve washroom.

"Whore fo' you." With a grin and bottom lip sucked inside your mouth you wrapped your palm around his hard girth spreading his pre-come from his rosy tip down his shaft sloppyily.

The pads of his fingers brushed your fluttering pussylips and you gasped attaching your mouth to his when he nursed your cunt with your own arousal, teasing two fingers at your clenching hole.

There's something in touching eachother at the same time, it's just too intimate it makes you combust right at that moment.

"Want you. Please, inside." You gave him sweet eyes stroking him slowly and lewdly, while he slipped his one finger deep inside your soapy cunt knuckles pressed to your pussylips and he curled it to nuzzle your g-spot.

His lips remained rested on your forehead as you lined him at your entrance. Your chests flushing with erotic breaths when he was completely buried inside your walls. His veiny, thick and warm skin seathing through your delicacy making both of you moan.

"Don't." He whimpered lowly when you creampied around his thick cock in rapid patterns. He scratched his blunt nails down your back to grope your ass and shoved his fingers between your asscheeks to give you double stimulation.

He swallowed groggily, "will cum at the spot if ye' keep squeezin' 'round me' cock like this, pet." You nodded and he finds you so innocent he could cry from the love that's oozing out for you from straight his heart.

He pinned you roughly against the tiles. Palms full with your pulpy tits as he slowly started to to thrust into you. Your cheek smashed atop his shoulder and you rocked your pelvis to his movements. The view in the mirror infront of you making you more slick than you already are and it tricked down your legs.

His back's flexing, curls droopy, his arse on full display and juicy. When you gave it a smack he groaned into your ear giving a pleasuring rough thrust in return.

His pre-come weeping into your cunt when you digged your nails into his ass and he pushed his thumb hard against your asshole, rubbing it with stroking electrifying patterns.

"Ha-harry..." You clinged around his sweaty body when he kept on fucking inside you with mind clogging pace. The trim patch of his pubic hair tickling against your pelvis bone and he pressed his hand against your lower abdomen looking you in eyes, "could feel me in yeh' tummy?" His words causing you to lull your head on your shoulders giving him access to the exposed skin of your throat.

He wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze and leaving lovebites from your jaw down to your collarbones, "asked ye' somethin' pretty girl." He growled biting menacingly the soft skin of your sternum and you cried out filthyly clamping your pussy tight around him.

"Yes. Wanna cum." He retorted at this sucking your lower lip into his mouth and circling your clit with languid harshness.

"Cum fo' me, lovie'. come all over daddy's cock like a good girl yeh' are." He cradled your face. Kissing your eyelids, your bunny nose and your sweet little dirty mouth.

Your pupils blowing out wide and lips parting. With knighted brows you looked at Harry making grabby hands at him when you felt your orgasm building in your belly.

Knowing you always need Harry to embrace you in his arms when you come, he immediately scooped you up in his arms running soothing patterns at the nape of your neck still rocking inside you lazily. He himself bout to cum hard.

"Hmm. You're there baby, c'mon give it to meh'" With a strangled moan you came all over him. Your wetness cinching around him tipple him to edge too and he doubled over slapping his palm over your head and hugging you close to his chest.

"Fuck me' favourite kinda work-out." He grinned pecking your lips and pulling out of you to step back. You squealed when the cold shower poured over your heads like a furious rain.

"Pervert." You laughed poking his skin near his belly button but he whacked it away feeling ticklish.

The coming few months would be excruciating without him and you'll have to live through facetimes and voice-calls, but it's okay. His happiness's yours.

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