#literal gunshot wedding

[stardust948]

Why Sukka wedding was never mentioned in LOK

Sokka, while fighting: Will you marry me?

Suki: I don’t think now’s the best time!

Sokka: Now may be the only time! I love you. I’ve made my choice. What’s yours?

Suki: Zuko! Marry us!

Zuko: I’m a little busy at the moment!

Sokka: Zuko, Now!

Zuko: Fine then. Dearly Beloved and New Ozai Society, we are gathered here today to join these two souls…

*Drop kicks a usurper*

Zuko: … and quell this uprising!

Sokka: Suki, Leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, do you take me to be your husband?

Suki: I do.

Sokka: Great!

[more fighting]

Suki: Sokka, Warrior of the Southern Water Tribe, do you take me to be your wife, in sickness and in health, with health being less likely?

Sokka: I do.

[more fighting]

Zuko: As Firelord, I now pronounce you…

[interrupted by fighting]

Zuko: You may kiss…

[more fighting]

Zuko: …You may kiss…

[more fighting]

Zuko: …JUST KISS!

Sokka and Suki: *share a passionate kiss*

#literal gunshot wedding #atla #sokka #suki #sukka #zuko #firelord zuko #source: pirates of the caribbean #incorrect quotes #atla incorrect quotes #sukka incorrect quotes

[existential-queeer]

"How did their wedding outfits get so dirty and messy? And why is Eddie's shirt gone?!"

yeah they did the devils tango in a bush no what do you mean they didnt they literally did alright? ryan himself told me bro come on they literally fucked nasty in the-- *gunshots*

#thats my theory and im sticking with it #im delusional #let me live #i know im wrong #no im not #LET ME DREAM #911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #oliver stark #ryan guzman

[nptnewr]

Co-Workers to Lovers with Ghost + König

A/N: thank you to the awesome anon who requested this! 

Pronouns used: They/Them

Characters: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley and König

Warnings: typical COD MW2 violence mentioned, injuries mentioned

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Ghost 

I believe Simon would struggle the most with his feelings toward another soldier

At first, he just shoves it off as camaraderie since you had become quick friends with most of the 141

He knows what you both signed up for, and it’s hard for him to imagine a world without you in it, but he can’t figure out why he feels this way towards you specifically more than others

While he is dealing with these feelings, he can’t help but ask Johnny for help

It takes a lot for Simon to go to Soap for anything to do with his emotions, so Soap already knows it’s got to be a big deal

When Simon explains the sick feeling (butterflies) he gets in his stomach around you or the tightness (worry) he feels in his chest when you get hurt, Soap can’t help but laugh a little

Lieutenant Simon Riley had a crush on one of his team members, he couldn’t fuckin’ believe it

Little did Simon know, that you would confide in Soap with your crush on Ghost a week later after going out to the bar for a few drinks

Soap then spends the next month trying to get you two to finally spill the truth to each other, which happens when Soap literally locks you two in a storage closet together

Every time you complain about it, Soap just tells you to keep the story for the wedding reception

König

König takes a while to realize that he has fallen in love with his fellow soldier, who happens to be you

You realize your love for König when he saves you during a mission

As a sniper, you didn’t notice the man that had snuck behind you, grabbing you and giving you a gunshot to the leg 

Before the man can get another shot in, König rushes in and quickly shoots the man, making sure he lies unmoving before moving to check on you

You pass out from blood loss, and you faintly remember strong arms carrying you to the evac while a voice above you yells in German

After that happens, König tends to follow you around like a lost puppy for the next few days 

Although he doesn’t say much, actions speak louder than words, at least that’s what you tell yourself 

Now, I’m going to be honest…

I mean this in the most literal sense, I see this being an actual slow burn, 500k word year-long pinning mess before the two of you end up together, BUT I promise it’s worth the wait <3

#141 #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #könig

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Dead Friend Forever ep 10

I'm not sure how much I buy this version of events by Phee. It seems...too easy. But maybe it's because that would mean there is/are no other person/people involved (i.e. Non and/or Keng and/or White) and that would be disappointing. Nah, I'm holding out hope that this isn't the actual true events.

Yes, that IS the head of another person there with Tan and Top!

So Phee really did tell Jin everything...and then Jin admitted to posting the video...and they're ok with each other. They've found some 'comfort' in both being as bad as the other I guess.

I hate (LOVE) that I can't tell what is real/truth and what is part of the revenge plan 👀

So Fluke is finally including himself in saying 'we' hurt Non. *insert growth!gif*

How can they always act so cool about being in the middle of nowhere in the woods. You can literally die by being lost and walking in circles.

Again, I still don't know why Jin needs help to walk when it's his shoulder that's hurt 😂 It's like these actors and acting coaches have never been injured in their lives to know what it's like.

Haha yes! Someone else IS there and making other marks in the trees to fuck with Jin (and Phee?) 👏🏼

Top could get his arms out of those ropes easily, that's either a really sloppy filming error or these boys need to learn how to restrain someone better.

Oh White has the gun now does he? 👀

And how did Jin just fall over nothing? Oh I get it, the axe needs to be left there for someone to pick up later, right?

I don't think I've mentioned this yet but I can't stop thinking about how the end of their film is Jin running alone out of the house, implying he' a lone survivor, so I wonder if we'll get some kind of subverted parallel of that at the end of this nightmare for them all (which I don't think will be the ending of the series but I might be wrong - I don't watch horror so I don't know what 'beats the show needs to hit').

So everyone knows who's who and what's been happening (sort of)...and of course Fluke goes for the gun, which I guess needed to happen to take focus away from the Tan/New revelation.

Yes! Make Tee talk! Let's get new info!! And I want to know what Fluke did!!!

Of course Top can just stand up 🤦🏽‍♀️ Aaaaaand he's dead? Just from one shot to the stomach? (The severity of gunshot wounds vary greatly in bl -> we had Chart survive two shots to the back yesterday and Vegas survived multiple shots to his torso a few years ago but Top just keels over and is dead just like that? Oh! unless the gun has no live bullets but the drugs are making people think the gun/bullets are real???).

MOAR FLASHBACKS 🤓😍

So Khun Keng IS dead. I wonder how they got the photo of him and Non then...maybe photoshop?

OH MY GOD THE TRAILER FOR NEXT WEEK LOOKS SO GOOD.

Damn, I wish I hadn't caught up. Now I have to wait a week and I have a VERY busy wed-mon coming up with work 🤦🏽‍♀️😭

#dead friend forever #I don't trust ANYONE in this or ANYTHING I see #but one thing I can trust is that the show will surprise me #which I love #thank you everyone for shouting about this show so much #that I became just so intrigued that I had to watch it despite my ick about horror #THIS SHOW IS BRILLIANT

[fandomwe1rd0]

Honestly while Rick has the emotional maturity of a 5 year old who cries because his best friend won't play with him at recess, I feel like that's not the only reason why he's so harsh to Morty and is unable to let Morty know how much he cares for him. While that's certainly part of it, I think it also has something to do with Morty himself.

He finds his attachment to this Morty in particular irrational, just Morty, not the rest of the family, but Morty in particular. He only gets jealous and possessive over Morty. He's only willing to go to extreme lengths to make sure this Morty in particular stays with him. He's only willing to sacrifice himself to Morty, he's only shown to be extremely protective of this Morty, willing to put himself in the line of gunshots as long as it means shielding Morty. He doesn't care about other Mortys. Just this Morty. This Morty in particular. His Morty. Morty literally means everything Rick, but Rick is always so harsh to Morty, to the point where Morty internalized it and doesn't believe that his grandpa loves him or even care about him at all when the truth is he does an agonizing amount. But everyone knows that already.

My question is why Morty? He insults Summer significantly less than Morty, he uses affectionate names and never insults Beth, he's kind to Birdperson and Mr. Pooopybutthole. So it's not just because he's emotionally immature since that doesn't stop him from being kind (As far as being kind goes for Rick) to other people.

It's pretty obvious to see the reason why he would never admit how much he cares about Morty. Because he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to admit to Morty, and to himself that he loves his worst enemy's grandson more than he loves anything else, including himself (Which isn't saying a lot considering he hates himself, but yk what I mean)

He's also terrified that if he shows it, Morty will leave or get hurt, seeing as that has happened with people in his past when he opened up, with Diane and Birdperson. Birdperson distances himself from Rick for a while after Rick confesses his love for Birdperson, and gets shot at his wedding despite Rick being able to bring Birdperson back, I doubt that he's able to get the image of Birdperson being shot right after he opened up to him out of his mind, he even says in season 6 episode 10 to Morty "I've become dogshit to you! This is what happens when you let people in and they stop respecting you, they touch your shit, they kill your fucking family!"

Morty leaving is one of the last things Rick wants, so that's why he keeps insulting him, thinking if he keeps Morty's confidence low enough, he'll stick around, it is incredibly unhealthy, but Rick is willing to do whatever it takes as long as it means Morty is by his side, even if it's tricking Morty into giving up his dream, whatever it takes. I also think it's due to as I mentioned before, Morty being Rick Prime's grandson, while it's not Morty's fault, I think he holds a certain amount of resentment towards Morty for being the grandson of the guy who killed his wife and child. That resentment gets mixed up with genuine care, so he just lashes out. Now while this is no excuse for anything Rick does to Morty, I think it's interesting to look at the reasons behind it, this was a long post but I hoped you enjoyed it!

#morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick c137 #rick #and #morty

[ratyts]

(not knowing) is bliss (miguel o’hara x gn!reader)

masterlist

this could be about anyone but i wrote it with miguel in mind (literally does not say miguel once in the text). don’t love the way this reads (i hate it) but i haven’t written anything in a while so forgive me

warnings: very light implied spoilers for atsv, i’m a loser and i should stick to prose

word count: 661

something was wrong with your husband. the doctors said it was not uncommon to see changes in behavior with gunshot victims, especially when your husband was lucky to have survived considering where he was shot. they said he lost a lot of blood, that he was very lucky to be alive. but it was a traumatic experience, and these experiences could change people. of course, the doctor had specified, in some medical jargon, but all you heard was that your husband was alive. breathing. he was lucky, that meant he would be okay.

since he’s returned home, you’ve been defining what the doctor meant by ‘okay’. what it meant for him to be alive, and lucky. his physical recovery was swift– something no one expected– he was running and playing with your daughter only a week and a half after he was discharged.

the first glance you saw of his bare chest after the shooting was in passing, he was rushing to get in the shower while you happened to be in the bedroom. you were doing something insignificant, folding clothes, or maybe flipping through a book, when he rushed in. your eyes flitted up to his form for only a second, but a second was enough. his skin, his body, they looked fine. there was a small pale spot on his back, where the wound was. there was no bruising, the wound only whispering traces of its existence. you had been too consumed with the miracle of his recovery to notice the way his arms looked bigger, stronger. the definition in his back you had never seen before. something was different about your husband.

he had woken up in the hospital, only moments after you arrived. it was a blur in your memories, the nurse rushing out to alert the doctor, you begging them to let you in the room, the stilling of your heart when you heard him speak from behind the curtain. “let them in,” he said, the familiar baritone of his voice nearly sending you to your knees.

three words from him were enough for you to run into the room, pushing away the curtain. his brown hair was rustled, and his gaze was dark even in the fluorescent hospital light. you stood at the foot of his bed, eyes wide. at the time, you attributed your hesitation to shock. not suspicion, it couldn’t have been. you faltered the moment he gave you a soft smile, anyway. maybe there had been something wrong with you.

he was undeniably your husband. he wore your wedding band. he called you the sweet names he always did. he liked the same food, wore the same clothes, combed his hair in the strange pattern he always did. but you were doubting him, sick to your stomach with guilt, you were still doubting him. it came in waves, at first. the first night back from the hospital, he held you tighter than he ever had before. that was expected, you clung onto him just as painfully. when you felt his hot breath on your ear, whispering how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you, how he would never let you go, you said nothing, only holding him tighter. his voice was heavy, intensity dripping off every syllable. that was expected, you had almost lost him. he had almost lost you.

the seed of fear sprouted in your mind. when his possessive grip didn’t soften, when the darkness in his eyes only deepened, when frown lines around his lips only seemed more prominent. when he held you like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth. he had always been a wonderful father and doting husband, but he was only more committed, only more loving. it should’ve been a good thing. you wanted it to be a good thing. the pit in your stomach grew. you said nothing, and if he noticed, he said nothing either.

#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099

[jake-g-lockley]

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 9: Tainted

A/N: This chapter is 50% brain-melting smut, so please read the warning, MINORS PLEASE DNI, especially if you're uncomfortable. If you want to read for the plot, I have put a little warning to when the smut starts (smut goes on right to the end of the chapter, but there is one very relevant plot point at the end). I have to admit that I got slightly carried away, oopsie.

Warnings: A little bit of an emotional rampage, mentions of past trauma, mentions of DID, weapons, canon-level violence (maybe a little more gruesome idk), mentions of blood, angst, smut, oral (fem receiving), so much overstimulation, p in v sex (without a condom), edging, masturbation, it gets a little rough in the end. 

Word Count: 4.2 k

Taglist: @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @obsessedwadonis @local-mr-frog @swiggy-needs-mental-help @pakhiya @mintpurplemnm @soumya-13

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

A/N: Funny story, I was listening to this writing this chapter and I cried three times (maybe ten), mainly cuz the first draft was so much more sadder than this. Anyway, enjoy 💕

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Moon Boys’ POV

Fighting an army of cult followers and blocking out thoughts from two other people has always been easy for Jake Lockley. Afterall, he’s been doing it for all of his existence. 

The second Khonshu told him that there is a meet up happening only a few minutes away from the wedding venue that they were at, Jake pushed Steven and Marc so forcefully into the headspace that he felt like he strained himself, mainly to make sure that they had no idea that he was taking Y/N with him. 

One of the cult followers pulls hard at the cape of the ceremonial armor and Jake curses Khonshu for his lack of practical armor ideas while punching the crescent dart into the man’s chest. 

Jake really didn’t want to bring Y/N to this place. She was the only other thing that made him happy and he wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything happens to her. This proved to be an issue. His mind started being infiltrated by thoughts of her that he could feel his grasp on Marc and Steven slowly slipping each time he lost a little bit of focus. But if they found out that she was here just a few hundred meters away from him and the action, they would literally go ballistic.

The abuse that Marc had endured when he was a child had violently shattered his poor mind that it made him his own personal weapon of mass destruction and that weapon was Jake. If Steven was the protector in the sense that he was an escape for Marc, Jake was definitely the self defense part of the mind and, of course, the addition of Khonshu amplified this tenfold.

For a long time, Jake didn’t feel human. He didn’t feel welcome by Marc and so he distanced himself from Marc and Steven, choosing to conceal himself in the dark corners of the headspace. It made him feel lonely and foreign, not being able to have control of himself most of the time. He covered his insecurities with a hard shell that almost no one could crack.

No one except her.

She probably doesn’t even know that she had that effect on him. She made him feel loved, she never made him feel left out and most importantly, she made him feel human. She didn’t need to crack his shell, he had willingly let go when she had shown her own vulnerability to him. 

Jake knew that his ledger and hands dripped with blood that stained and clawed through him like a horrible parasite. Never in a million years would he let her see that side of him in action. 

Jake felt himself getting lost in his thoughts again as the sound of gunshots rang through the air. 

Your POV 

You bit your inner cheek and observed the gun that you were holding. You’ve never seen one before and you held it like a man who had just been handed a random baby. 

You shook your leg nervously, the sound of the kolusu that was gifted to you by the boys ricocheted softly around the car. You turned on the radio and then immediately turned it off, knowing that not even music could soothe the feeling you were having right now. You just wanted Jake back by your side. 

You nervously chewed on your finger trying to block out your intrusive thoughts with nice ones of the boys, when suddenly the sound of gunshots made you jump. Your eyes widen and you tighten your grip on the gun. Suddenly it was silent again and you could feel fear creeping up your spine, the worst of thoughts invading your mind at light speed. 

Instinctively, you slide your hand to the door handle. “Oh kadavule, please protect me,” you mumble as you open the door, letting the cold London air assault your bare skin, the pallu of your saree fluttering behind you. You step out and look around, holding the gun in front of you.

You followed the path that you saw Jake taking a few moments ago. It was dark and you knew that you were just looking for trouble at this point. Suddenly, you hear a blood curdling scream echo straight into your ear, stabbing at your heart with such savagery that you almost toppled over. 

Jake.

You quickened your pace, your heels tapping and jewelry jingling. You finally caught sight of him in the dim light, standing tall, dead bodies sprawled all around him, blood dripping off his gloved fingers and crescent dart. He was looking down, breathing hard and didn’t seem to notice you entering. You stopped and watched your boyfriend. He looked oddly angelic in the horror of all the things around him, shrouded in the beautiful armor. 

All of a sudden, your eye caught someone moving towards him and you spontaneously pulled the slide of the gun back, and pointed it at the person and pulled the trigger, not caring which part of his body you had hit, the noise shocking you slightly, making you wince. 

Jake’s head snapped up immediately and you rushed towards him. The look of recognition dawn on his face, mixed with confusion and then followed by intense terror. 

“I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE FUCKING CAR!” He yelled, making you stop in your tracks. 

“I heard gunshots. I was worried about you.” You frowned at him. 

Shock surges around you as he dropped the crescent dart and fell to his knees. You quickly close the gap between the both of you. He tips his chin up to you and you see tears pooling in his beautiful eyes as his face crumbles. You immediately envelop him in a hug, his head leaning into your abdomen as his arms snake around your lower body.

“Chellam, are you ok, are you hurt? Please tell me.” You murmured after a while, combing your hands through his curls as the sobs shook his body. 

You feel him shake his head slowly and he tightens his grip on you. 

“Shh, it's okay. What is it, Jake?” 

“Can’t bear you seeing me like this.” He says. 

“Like what?”

“I’m a monster.” He whispers and you almost don't catch it. Before you could respond, you felt him stiffen and you looked down to see Marc staring back at you, confused.

“Y/N, where are we?” He says his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why am I in my suit?” He says letting go of you and getting up.

“Khonshu asked Jake to do something.” You say, softly.

“Yea, but he was blocking me and Steven out. Are you-” his eyes caught the gun you were holding.

“Why the fuck are you holding a gun, baby?” The calm tone of his voice makes you flinch. 

“Jake gave it to me so that I could defend myself.” You say, stepping back.

“What the hell was he thinking, bringing you here of all places? Giving you a fucking gun? Letting you see all of this? You were not supposed to see this side of us, ever. That was the deal we had together.” He rambles, his tone getting harsher, gesturing around him. 

“Marc-” 

“I knew Jake would do something to screw this up, this is why we can’t have anything nice, because he’s always doing something that destroys every fucking thing in our fucking path! I hate him, I fucking hate hi-” you cut Marc’s rambling with a smack to his face.

“Marc Spector! Don’t you dare say that.” You yell as he stares at you in shock. 

“Don’t you dare say something like that about him. Do you know what he called himself before letting you front? He called himself a monster. Do you even care a second about how he feels?” You say, tears pouring out of your eyes. You reach up to his face and swipe under his eyes, with your thumb, showing him the moisture on your hand and his face drops as realization dawns on him. 

“He told me to stay in the fucking car and I only came here because I thought he was in danger. I am here on my own will.” You say, pulling his gloved hand and placing the gun into it. “I know it was stupid choice, but it was my choice.”

”I’m sorry.” he mumbled. 

“Don’t say sorry to me, say it to him.” You turned to leave.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You avoided them for days after that. You didn’t answer their messages or their calls. Jake’s voice haunts your thoughts, the way he called himself a monster made you upset beyond human comprehension. 

The sleepless nights were getting unbearable in your cold bed and your hand itched to call them, to hear their voices, but you needed them to work this out by themselves.

At work, you kept your eyes averted from them but Steven followed you around adamantly, seeking forgiveness for Marc’s behavior, acting as the ever present mediator. You hated to do this to Steven, extending your punishment on him was not part of the plan.

“Darling, please.” Steven pleaded, after cornering you during one of your breaks. “You know Marc doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t have a great way with words.”

“Yea, Steven, I do. But the stuff he said about Jake hurt. I like all three of you equally and what am I supposed to do if the three of you hate each other.” You say, looking into Steven’s sad face. 

He hated it when they fought and this was one of the first major fights that they had in their relationship. The other times it was just tiny things that were solved in an instant but this needed slightly more special attention. 

“We do not hate each other, love. We just have misunderstandings sometimes. We just want you to be safe.” Steven sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t think you understand, Steven. I am safe, WITH the three of you. Please, just have a chat between the three of you, okay?”

You were very angry with Marc’s comments about his own alter and from Steven’s pleading, you worked out that Jake had not fronted for a few days, indicating that he wanted to stay hidden for a while. 

You were now laying on your couch at home with a book, still harboring the feeling of guilt about giving Steven the same silent treatment as Marc and just as if you willed it to happen, the door to your apartment opened and a fluff of black curls popped around it, big sad brown eyes staring at you. 

You stare back for a few seconds and then get up to move to your bed, laying down and going back to your book. You watch over the top of the pages as the man takes off his shoes and socks, goes to the bathroom to wash his feet and then shuffles towards you and settles at the side of the bed. You scan his face and realize that it was not Steven this time, but Marc. You frown and turn back to your book.  

“I-i shouldn’t have spoken about Jake like that. He doesn’t deserve to be treated the way that I treat him.”  Marc whispered. “I apologized to him and, umm, we talked for a long time yesterday night, me, him and Steven. I just snapped that day, I really don’t know how to…how to articulate my thoughts sometimes. So we actually decided to sign up for therapy, despite the fact that me and Jake don’t really see the point but Steven said it’d be good for us.”

A warm wave of happiness gushes through you and your hand creeps towards his and he catches it lacing his fingers with yours. You look at him and pout, tapping your forehead with your finger. He smiles and leans in, his soft lips grazing your forehead and you finally smile. 

“Thank you, Marc. That is one of the best solutions I’ve heard from you, chellam. Anyway, can’t stay mad at you for long can’t I?” You say, cupping his face and rubbing his jaw with your finger, feeling the light stubble prickle the soft padding of your thumb. “Can I talk to Jake for a bit? If you don’t mind, of course.” you say, patting his cheek and letting him go. He nods and stiffens, letting Jake front.

Jake avoided looking at you. You sit up and scooch closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his warmth. You press your forehead into his back and feel him relax. 

“Hi, baby.” 

“Hola, mami.” He whispered, melting into your embrace.

“Jake, you, Marc and Steven are my everything. Nothing in this world has broken my heart more than when you called yourself a monster, raja.” You sigh. “You want to talk about what happened? It's really alright if you don’t want to.”

Jake sighed shakily and placed his hands over one of your own that you had rested on his chest. 

“I don’t know exactly what happened, I kinda flew into a rage and killed everyone without a second thought. And when I saw you watching, I thought you’d see me differently, see us differently, that you would hate me.” He mumbled.

Appalled, you turn him to face you. “Kanna, no please don’t ever say that. I would never ever find a reason to hate you. I can’t believe you let yourself believe that.” You say, cupping his face. “The world could be descending like a dying phoenix and I still would love nothing more than to be by your side. There is nothing that would make me see you differently than the way I see you now, my sweet, sweet angel.” 

*warning*

Jake leaned into your touch and stayed there for a while, eyes searching yours. You leaned in and kissed forehead, his nose, and then his lips. You were going to pull back but he caught your lips with his own and deepened the kiss, hand snaking to the nape of your neck, cradling your head as though you would melt and disappear if he attempted to loosen his grip. 

He kissed you as if he was drowning in space and you were the last bit of oxygen swirling around his lungs. It was tender yet it felt heated and frantic and you felt a fire ignite in you as you struggled to focus on anything else but him. 

His lips left yours and before you could take a breath from the last kiss, he tugged slightly on your hair at the nape of your neck and attacked the one spot that would guarantee to make you lose all sense of being. An anguished moan left your mouth before you could control yourself and you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him flush against you, falling back onto the soft bed with a muffled thump. 

He continued his precise attack on the soft skin of your neck, nipping and sucking in slow rhythm that made you writhe with pleasure under him. Your hands traveled up and settled in his curls, tugging them slightly making him groan hungrily against you. 

He suddenly stopped and brought himself to your eye level, lust and desire dripping steadily from his beautiful brown orbs, eyelashes framing them like they were protecting a hidden treasure that you were about to unlock.

“Tell me what you want, mi reina.” He says, voice low and steady, glazed with the serenity of his accent. 

“You, all of you.” you simply say, surrendering your essence and existence to him without a second guess. 

Taking your shirt off, Jake continued the same slow pace of marking a small trail down your body with the same little sequence as before until you felt like you were a puddle of mush. Arousal pooled at the base of your abdomen as he kissed your hip bone, right where the soft band of your underwear sits.

“Love?” Steven's voice curls up to meet your ears.

“Don’t stop,” You whisper, the breathiness of your voice echoing through the room. “Please, Steven.” 

Steven loops his fingers nimbly around the band and gently pulls, exposing you to the cold air of the room, making you push your head further into your pillow as you let out a soft groan. He wasted no time kissing your inner thigh and you shiver at the contact as your left leg drops open. 

You feel Steven drag the length of his finger down your soaking folds and you hear him gasp softly. “All because of us, love?” 

“Always.” You whisper and your breath hitches as Steven licks a long strip up your folds and you lift your hip, arching your back, pushing yourself against him.

“Darling, look at me.” Steven says as he lifts your right leg over his shoulder. You barely register his little command and don’t respond, head floating somewhere in the clouds, until you feel his teeth dig into the same spot that he had kissed on your inner thigh a few seconds ago. 

You moaned way too loud for your liking and met his eyes. You’ve never seen this side of Steven before and you feel something swirl inside you.

“Tell me what you want me to do, love.” 

You took a little too long to answer and he nipped at you again.

“Please Steven, fuck me with your tongue, your fingers, anything you have, just FUCK-” he catches you of guard with inserting a digit into you, pumping it in and out at a slow pace, the filthy sound reaching your ears. He curls the finger, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs turn into pure jelly. 

“I'm going to teach you a little lesson for ignoring me the past few days, darling.” he says, taking the finger out of you and inserting it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours and your eyes widen, taking in every square inch of what you were seeing in front of you.

Inserting the wet finger and adding another one, he covers your clit with his mouth and starts pumping at a brutally steady pace. The stimulation of his tongue instantly pushes you up and over your breaking point. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue runs circles around your clit. 

“Steven, I-” you try saying but you choke on your words as Steven twists his fingers slightly. You feel him smirk against you and you feel your face burn with this slightly altered Steven.

Still pumping his fingers in and out, he lets go of your clit with a pop. 

“Come on love, cum for me.” He coaxed softly, knowing that you were already close. 

Your release was spellbinding and Steven latches onto you again with his mouth making you moan, whimper and shake uncontrollably. He didn’t let you come down from your high, instead Steven started to wheedle your second orgasm, pulling his fingers out and replacing it with his tongue, using his slick covered fingers to hold you open as praises flood out of your mouth for him, mixed with tormented cries, the words pushing him to work twice as hard as the last time, making sure he doesn’t miss a single drop of you. 

He did it again, not stopping, instead bringing you to your third orgasm in less than ten minutes. He devoured you as if he were a man on death row who was having his last meal. You gripped the sheets beneath you and cried out as Steven continued to work his magic, moaning into you, causing you to crumble into dust. 

When you stopped seeing stars from your third orgasm, you grabbed his hand that was covered in your arousal and inserted his fingers into your mouth, sucking slowly swirling your tongue on the tips of his fingers, making him groan. 

“So good for us, baby.” He says and suddenly you realized that you were looking at Marc. You wonder when the switch happened, your eyebrows furrowing as your head lolled back onto the bed. 

You were clearly not used to the overstimulation as your core still throbbed and you rub your thighs together.  Letting go of his hand, you snake your own down to rub yourself. 

Your other arm winds behind you as you arch your back and unclip your bra, pulling it off you and tossing it aside as your right hand continues to circle your clit. Your free hand massages your exposed tits and you pinch your already hardened nipple, moaning at the sharp pleasure that pierced through you. Finally, something snapped inside of you as you scan your boyfriend’s face. 

Moon Boys’ POV

Marc stared in absolute awe at the woman in front of him and he could feel mind slowly cracking under the pressure of the obscene image that was presented to him. 

“What are you doing standing there watching Spector, take your clothes off and let me fuck you raw till I either become a madwoman from being cockdumb, can’t walk or we get a noise complaint.” She orders, the harsh tone of her voice snapping him out of his daze in an instance, the lewd and vulgar words that spilled out of her mouth making him groan as he pulled his clothes off. 

She smirked up at him, eyes trailing down to his already weeping cock that was in his hand. She watched as Marc slowly jerked off his length near her core, who was still watching her touch herself, savoring the moment. Without a word, he pushes himself slowly inside her as she stretches to accommodate him, the sound of her melodious whine pushing him to bottom out, leaning down on his forearm, caging her.

Before he could start moving, she rolled her hips against his making him let out an almost pornographic moan. She let go of herself and pulled him lightly by his gold chain that dangled on his neck and whispered huskily into his ear, “I said, let me fuck you, raja.” 

He flips the both of them over with him still inside of her and let her straddle him, running his hands down her curves and settling them on her hips as she adjusted herself. His fingers grazed the marks that Jake made all over her body as he stared up at her, absolutely mesmerized. 

Agonizingly, she slowly moved up and down, her long hair swaying and his eyes rolled back. She picked up her pace at his reaction, bouncing up and down slightly faster and as Marc’s moans started to get louder and more desperate, she slowed down again with a smirk etched on her face. 

She toyed with him a little longer, repeating the same rhythm over and over, edging him to the brink of an orgasm and slowing down again, making him groan in frustration as she clenched herself around him. She didn’t need to tell him that he couldn’t come, he knew she didn’t want him to, possibly still wanting to punish him for what he said about Jake. 

“B-baby, please,” He whimpered, as she slowed down for the third time. She leaned forward on her arms and kissed him, pressing her tits against his own bare chest, tasting herself on his lips, now riding him at a respectable pace. The sound of their skin slapping against each other and moans bounced off the walls and Marc could feel himself tipping over again. 

“Such a good boy, doing exactly what I want without me asking. Cum inside me, Marc, I’m on the pill.” She whispers into his ear as he shifts his hips to meet hers, pulling her down by her hips with his hands. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Marc moans and lets go completely, filling her up with his seed, shaking from the impact of his release as she continued to slowly help him ride out his orgasm.  When the shaking reduced, she kissed him again and smiled against his lips, making him sigh.

Your POV

Without any warning, Marc stiffens under you and you feel yourself being flipped over again. You look up to see Jake staring back down at you and this time he is the one who is smirking with his head tilted.

Oh gods.

“You certainly became a madwoman, teasing and edging Marc like that. Who taught you those tricks, amor?” He questions, staring into you as you will yourself to sink into the bed. 

“Now, how about I keep your promise of not being able to walk after this, hmm?” he chastises you, making your face heat up again. You were spent but you nod anyway, your brain still woozy from playing around with Marc.

Jake wasted no time, pulling himself slightly out, biting your right nipple, making you arch your back into him with a yelp. He grabs your hands and pins them over your head with wicked strength. With this leverage, he pushed himself back into you with such savage force that a string of profanities escaped you as vile moans and they mixed with the crude sounds coming from Jake fucking the cum right into your pussy, creating a vision of eternal pleasure. 

Noise complaint, check.

You tried to keep a steady gaze into Jake’s eyes but each thrust made your vision blur and soon droplets of tears gathered at the corner of your eyes. He pulled both of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle made you weep with happiness. 

“You. Will. Always. Be. Ours.” Jake said, punctuating each word with a thrust. You nod, completely agreeing with his statement, wanting nothing more, feeling Jake pull your next orgasm from you as you start seeing galaxies, losing count of how many orgasms you’ve had from the same body, legs shaking violently, pussy clenching. 

Can’t walk, check.

Jake continues his thrusts, you don’t know for how long, the tears now pouring into your hair that is fanned out below you as you beg him to not stop. Then you feel him release into you as another orgasm wrecks your body, and you find yourself repeating something like a mantra but you can’t hear it, you can't hear it over the pure bliss and pain you were feeling through your body. 

Cockdumb, check.

You could feel Jake slip out of you as your lips continue to move, uttering the same prayer. He touches your face and you finally hear yourself. 

“I love you, I love all three of you.” 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translation:

Kolusu: An ornamental chain worn around the ankle 

Kadavule: God

Pallu: The loose end of a sari, worn over one shoulder or the head.

Saree: A garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women from South Asia.

Chellam: darling

Hola mami: Hi mama

Raja: King

Kanna: Sweetheart

Mi reina: My queen

Amor: Love

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant x reader #the light of my knight #jake lockley #moon knight fluff #jakeglockley asks #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x desi reader #marc spector x desi reader #jake lockley x desi reader #jake lockley smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #moon knight smut #x desi!reader #Spotify

[anecdotal-acorn]

So I saw Phantom on Broadway last night (10/21) and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more!!!  I have so many thoughts and I thought I'd just list them here:

Act I

- The overture is so much more exhilarating live than on any recording, it was so epic

- The Hannibal elephant was so impressive in person

- When the managers said Raoul would be in their box the dancers FREAKED OUT, especially Meg and Christine, they were so excited <3

- Emilie’s Think of Me cadenza was so clear and resonant–

- When Madame Giry came into the dressing room for Meg she YELLED at her and then did a complete 180 when she turned to Christine

- John is an exquisite Raoul!!! There was so much chemistry between him and Emilie during Little Lotte. He hugged her and then after he said her name pulled away for a second just to look at her…it was so sweet. Then when he left to get his hat he ran off the stage at a full sprint, which was so cute

- Laird had an awesome hat toss and cape twirl with so much flair and extra-ness, and his MOTN was like an out-of-body experience, especially when he said “close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar” and held the note straight-tone and past the music. Then when Christine pulled the mask off he flopped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes XD

- Meg was adorable in Notes, rifling through them at the managers’ desk trying to figure out what was going on.  Erica Wong was so charismatic it's hard to believe she isn't principal!

- Raquel’s comedic timing was impeccable, especially in Il Muto when she mimed pulling off the Serafimo skirt and hat

- Laird’s cackle when Buquet’s body came down is truly unparalleled (gave me chills)

- ALL I ASK OF YOU was sooooo precious!!!!!!! John and Emilie are a top-tier R/C pair!!! Their second kiss was so intense it turned into basically a full-on makeout session and I was LIVING for it; every Raoulstine shipper’s dream ❤️

- Laird was so sad on the angel!!! So much crying and whimpering, and he did this little quiet “no” when Raoul and Christine were singing AIAOY from offstage. But then he growled and it was so cool to see the switch in his mind and watch him put the walls back up and get mad…

- The chandelier drop was as jaw-dropping as expected

Act II

- Raoul and Christine’s Masquerade entrance was so cute, with the spotlight on them and everything

- Laird came down the stairs in the Red Death and Emilie was clinging to John with both arms around his waist

- On the topic of Masquerade, can we talk about how good John looks in the Hussar costume????  Wtf???  

- During Notes II when Piangi said “if you can call this gibberish art” he threw the score book halfway across the stage

- John’s “Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care” was so soft I think it melted all my organs…he leaned so close to her and acted like it was just the two of them

- Emilie’s Wishing was a highlight of the night. Her belt when that key change hit was so strong I felt it in my bones

- Wandering Child was so cool because by that point I knew how strong the trio was and their voices blended together so well

- The gunshot was so scary! Even though I knew it was coming it still made me jump because it was so loud

- Piangi’s pipes were nuts in his last scene (his “your youngest believes I'm you” right before he went off in particular)

- Laird’s entrance was so cool because he closed the back curtains with so much gusto and then just stood there for a minute like he was being extra or extra nervous (or both). Then his “say you'll share with me one love one lifetime” was so quiet and sad but the “anywhere you go let me go too” got so loud in literally an instant

- Laird’s “Christine, why?” was so heartbreaking because it really seemed like he was so betrayed that she pulled off his mask in front of all those people. When she first pulled it off he didn't even scream, just stood there in disbelief, which he did AGAIN after the kiss. Emilie came on in the wedding dress sobbing “no, no, no” and broke my heart into a million little pieces. John’s “Christine, forgive me, please forgive me” was all levels of desperate and soooo good!!!! Final Lair in general was such a whirlwind and didn't feel like fifteen whole minutes whatsoever, and Laird knocked it out of the park with that final note…they were all the best. I'm so glad I got to see him and John too. It made the show so special since Laird’s not usually there and John’s leaving but I SAW THEM!!!! I still can't believe it.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed my thoughts :D

#phantom of the opera #broadway #poto #poto broadway #phantom of the opera broadway #laid mackintosh #john riddle #emilie kouatchou #raoulstine #r/c #christine daae #raoul de chagny

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“OH MY GOD!!! J-JI-AE CALL FOR HELP!!!” you scream as you try to lift jungkook up but it’s no use. he’s completely unconscious due to the large amount of blood he might’ve loss. within the next 10 minutes, the ambulance arrives to take jungkook to the hospital and you, ji-ae, and a sleeping jaemin are all rushing to the hospital to make sure he’s okay.

“I-I killed them yn” and you know exactly what jungkook meant. your mind doesn’t dawn on it too long because jungkook is rushed into the hospital for emergency surgery on his shoulder that seemed to be a gunshot wound. “is he gonna be okay?” you panic and the nurses tell you to relax but how can you relax when there are surgeons rushing him away in a hurry like he’s on his last leg?

“he’ll be okay, y/n” reassures ji-ae who appears to be calm but she’s just as nervous as you are. she’s praying that the bullet didn’t cause any critical damage to jungkook because she can’t afford to lose her last and only baby boy. ji-ae knows she should be used to this since jaekuk had plenty of visits at the hospital but she never would have imagined it’d he her own son.

“he has to be okay” ji-ae prays as are you. the nurses relocate the both of you to the room he’ll be in once he’s out of surgery and once the doors close, the wait begins.

the surgery on his shoulder takes hours, more than 5 and the only reason you aren’t asleep is because jaemin woke up crying his lungs off. you pace back and forth trying to soothe him and yourself as you both await jungkook’s return and on the sixth hour, the doctors open the door and push him inside.

“oh thank God” you say “is he okay?”

“he’s fine. we were able to completely remove the bullet from his shoulder and the bullet didn’t tear through anything or damage his bone structure. he’s gonna need some physical therapy on his shoulder to get it back in complete shape and because of the blood loss, we did a blood transfusion but overall, he’s gonna be okay. nothing too severe”

“thank you so much doctor” you say before he leaves you all alone to be with jungkook who is sleeping. “wanna see daddy?” you say to jaemin as you bring him closer to his sleeping father. the infant reaches his hand out to grab on jungkook’s nose which causes him to stir in his sleep.

“ah ah, jaemin no” you whisper as you pull his hand off of jungkook but it causes him to wake up and be met with yours and jaemin’s faces.

“i’m sorry, jungkook. go back to sleep”

“Y-Yn.. jae-jae..” his vision isn’t clear and his head feels really heavy and he’s sure it will explode, his shoulder feels a little numb, but still he can tell there’s a little bit of pain.

But as soon as he recognizes your face- Jungkook breaths in relief, before you can go away, he tries to reach for your hand.

“S-Stay please.” He whines, and he’s glad that you listened, because for the next days, you don’t leave his side at all. And maybe that’s the reason he’s started to recover so quickly. Because you and his mother- are overwhelmingly caring.

And today is the sixth day since he’s been in the hospital. And he sure that he is completely fine now and even if he’s not, he can start to take private physiotherapy sessions. “Yn trust me I am fine.- PLEASE JUST LET ME OUT! TOMMOROW is literally yerins and yugyeoms wedding and I don’t wanna miss it!”

Jungkook whines, and there is just one thing that he loves and hate about you is how stubborn you really can be, it’s almost hot, but not right now.

“Yn I swear to God I will go insane if I stay here for even one moment- hospital food sucks. I WANT TO GO BACK HOME..” he’s looking at you with his puppy eyes.

“and as soon as we’re home, we can start preparing for our wedding as well!” Yeah, that makes him blush like a little girl, you glare him playfully.

“MA! MAKE YN UNDERSTAND!”

He’s a different person when he’s with you, and he cannot believe that he’s the same guy who killed two people a week ago.

But does he regret it? No, because he tried to warn them.

And he doesn’t ever warn someone more than three times.

#ask: tpol!jungkook

[boyakishantriage]

BANG.

"Hello boys."

The human stood in the doorway. To the space station. Wearing an exo suit. And a long bag.

Aliens quickly stood up. Energy weapons trained at me across the food hall.

"Can I move now?" She asked, moving away as several grenades were thrown into the room.

Soldiers ran in, taking the pirates in the large bar as they took away weapons. Aliens barely keeping up as the humans ship literally crashed through the energy shield, slammed into the hangar and didn't explode as it forced the door open.

How do these Terrans do this?

The hallways quickly became filled with "CLEAR", gunshot filling rooms as the I ran around the building.

To be honest, I had done idea what I was doing or where I was going. Given a bag of C4, grenades, a gun and told to "stick them everywhere" after making the aliens run into the desert.

Something ran past, throwing blocks into rooms, ends of hallways, occasionally running into rooms, smacking them with a blinking block and just generally running around.

Our guard barely could keep the humans back, crack shots. Quickly communicating and figuring out the armour's few weaknesses. Hitting the joints, our best strategy was physically closing off the building. But this human had ran through gunfire, ran around faster than anyone could catch her and also being more of a nuisance than a problem.

I fucked under the large alien as it reached for me. Last block of C4 linked to this trigger in his hand and close enough it should. Blow the equipment. I wore my oxygen mask, currently turned off, as well as the lightest gear I could get. Since I didn't really train with a gun, I just ran around.

BOOM.

The rooms began exploding, equipment breaking as the human continued to run. With most of the force pushed to stop the humans, ships flying into the hangar and WAS THAT A BATTLESHIP?

"ELLIE. HOW MUCH C4 DID YOU JUST ACTIVATE?"

"HALF? WH-EYE-EYE-E"

No idea what was going on, this place was big with some doors I couldn't just walk into. Actually most. I pressed the second trigger.

The ship tilted as defences were aimed at the large human battle ship, it was covered in mirrors, explosions didn't seem to do anything and currently only the archaic torpedoes, physical bullets we'd never stocked up on and even then. The whole ship was busy trying to ram into us. What was their plan? Ram into a ship and land into the water below??

The plan was to ram the ship and land it back on earth. It was a terrible plan. But we'd had like. Two months to Jerry rig the ship, cover it in mirrors, design, prototype and build three things. A large enough engine, a massive claw hand and what I can only describe as sticking the BFG onto the ship.

The ship careened, massive mechanical hands unfolding from the base of the paint covered ship as it held the ships above the planet's surface. Landing craft were all on hold, we were the reinforcements and it appeared they'd commandeered one of our ships and. But that was impossible. There was no way short of reverse engineering the entire ship and even-

Explosives rocked the bridge, or what I hoped what the bridge. Their ship was built like a maze. Like they'd modified a cruiser for war. Which is frankly ridiculous and lazy. Wed practically reversed engineered the ship, over engineered it to become a war machine and then spray painted it red to make it hit harder and then I covered the whole thing in pink glitter because I have the humour of a five year old.

The human threw a bag of block at the ground, tossing the triggers to the blocks and juggling them.

"SURRENDER TO THE JUGGLE!"

I shouted, the probably captain staring in horror as I increased the triggers as they fell. Juggling had three parts. Throwing shit predictably, catching it, balance. Doing it while moving was part threat, part because I want to see if I can cause surrender from a party trick. And also because I lost my gun in the hallway.

Somehow. That worked. The captain had surrendered as I shouted at him constantly, the guys tying them up as I let the triggers drop to the floor. "so. I have like. Four triggers that trigger things. Do I just. Throw them into a-"

The man just snatched them off me.

"No. We're just taking them to earth."

"... That was your strategy. Run around, blow things up and don't die."

"yep."

"and you didn't die."

"nope."

"..."

#tag #Passionfruit

[transmasc-wizard]

hello nickle i am interested in hearing abt symbolism in ur wips like mack's glasses

hello bat i am interested in talking about symbolism in my wips like mack's glasses

so. obviously i will not mention that one. BUT some other symbolism funtimes:

Rose Librarians' monsters are just... 100% symbolism dskfhkdjfh. they are literally all Charlie's negative thoughts & feelings, personified, and thus symbolize his struggles with severe depression due to isolation for several years.

similarly, Charlie's ice heart symbolizes that feeling when you're just. on the fucking edge. anything and everything can and will break you, you've been broken time after time, and have to keep going anyway.

some funky imagery happens in GFW1 when Gabrielle dies; the glass of the shattered window (from gunshots) is strewn near her head like the sharp crowns worn by dead queens at their funerals. Gabrielle was the core of Angel's purpose in life, and now that core--that queen--is dead.

depending on how... stable Angel is feeling, the area will be described as darker or lighter. this relates directly to Angel subconsciously manipulating the shadows when upset to feel like some comforting hug from the room, but upsetting everyone else (much like how Angel has some not-so-well-adjusted coping mechanisms that often hurt other people)

Bea and Angel's magics are foils!!! Bea works with light magic, Angel with shadow. Bea adds things, Angel takes away. Bea has the possibilities and glimpses forward of prophecy, and Angel has the abject certainty and end of death.

The above relates directly to Bea's feeling that she must be a star burning too bright, lighting herself on fire to let everyone see, and Angel's idea that they must never give themself away to others, always taking and hiding instead of being open.

all this is depressing sooo smth fun: Rowan's outfits in GFW4 are that of a bride, but wrong. She wears white and silver, not gold (bride colour in Teyrsea); her crown is like the tiara worn at weddings, but too sharp and too bright; her cape is like a bridal train meant for battle instead of love. She's the loveless queen of Teyrsea and she DOES do all of this on purpose ! aro rights

additionally, Rowan's trio of colour symbolism always involves blue and silver, BUT between books 1/2 and books 3/4, she switches from black (isolation, destruction, death) to white (mourning, new beginnings, loneliness). and in 5, she has grey--which symbolizes neutrality. it doesn't really have implications, save a bit of gloom. she's free to build whatever she wants out of the ashes of her old self.

ALSO, continuing with colours, Corey has pale blue + gold and Rowan has dark blue + silver. This is because they are contrasting & different, but also, truly, mean very similar things. (Pale blue = wisdom, reliability; dark blue = intellect, dignity; gold = luxury, triumph; silver = wealth, success.) They desperately want to pretend that they're so very different from each other (Rowan does not to be weak, Corey does not want to be a monster), but they aren't.

that's been a lot of GFS so let's trot on over to Val Saintly for a second! The longer the story goes on, the further she gets from who she used to be, and her appearance reflects that. Her hairstyle changes, her fashion sense evolves, she wears new jewelry, she even picks up some sunglasses of her own. Each little change amounts to her being different from the girl who was convinced she had to save the world every time it was in peril.

that is. so very long. i hope you enjoyed me talking this much skdfhskdfhk. i have more but i will hold back for now

#asks #bat wherearetheplants #my wips #wip gfw4 #wip gfs #wip val saintly #wip rose librarians

[poeticdani]

HATED KPOP SONGS THAT I LOVE (BC IM BORED)

1. on the ground - rosé

i get why some people don’t like it i’ve seen some fair arguments, such as the edm drop and the dance being on the floor but as for me…well i will be playing this every day for the rest of my life, at my graduation, wedding, birthday parties, my daughter’s birthday parties, etc. i also have a fat crush on rosé so yeah hehe💕

2. hot sauce - nct dream

now listen…hot sauce is not the best song ever created BUT it is twerkable so like why do y’all hate it you can throw it back to the chorus and tbh that’s all you need from a song. anyway i also have a soft spot for the dreamies and will support anything they put out tbh. also haechan. like is that not a good enough reason to like a song???

3. lalisa - lisa

it’s cute and simple. also she’s on a pole and i love women. the breakdown in the traditional thai clothing ATE DOWN!

4. loco - itzy

i’m actually not sure why people hate this song. haven’t heard a single valid argument to date. i got it on first listen but i have learned that not everyone is an intellectual with impeccable taste like me. also the english version literally gave us “sos for this kitty” what more do y’all want??

5. gunshot - kard

the vocals were there. the aesthetic was there. the visuals were there. the raps were there. the choreography was there. it was all RIGHT THERE and y’all decided to hate it. anyway stan kard!!

6. rbb- red velvet

not sure why y’all are trying to tarnish red velvet’s (almost) flawless discography by saying this song is bad. y’all just don’t want to say the truth and the truth is that you don’t like their “red” concepts and only stan red velvet for songs like “psycho” and to that i say please leave we don’t want you here

7. wannabe - itzy

midzys correct me if im wrong but is the message of this song not the same as dalla dalla? i have not heard a good argument for disliking this song and im starting to think y’all just hate to have something to do to pass the time. ryujin owned this era i will not be silenced!

8. power up - red velvet

so i know this song came out after bad boy and to that i say they announced a summer comeback so why were y’all surprised when it was a typical “red” summer song? i got it on first listen because that’s all you can do is get it like this is who red velvet is what are y’all complaining about?

9. kick it - nct 127

NOW DONT SHOOT! i am not the biggest fan of this song myself but i will defend the chorus until i die because once again it’s twerkable like what more could y’all want than a chorus that allows you to throw it back and what more do you expect from the neo boys? they’re the same ones that made whiplash.

10. after school - weeekly

if you don’t like this song all i have to say to you is that you hate fun and it must be miserable for you. she’s such fun and cute song like why wouldn’t you want that??? after school antis don’t interact!

#kpop #nct dream #red velvet #itzy #blackpink #don’t take this seriously #pls be nice #weeekly #kard

[theyarebothgunshot]

HAPPY VALENTINES/ DESTIEL WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, gunshots!!! 💝💐🍿🥂 i hope you're having a nice day ✨✨✨ - 🧩 (literally sending anon-love to you rn, mwah!!!)

ahwww you are the sweetest AND the cutest!!! 🥺🥺🥺 happy destielvalentines to you too!!! ✨🎈💓💓💓

#i had a very very busy day but enjoying my night rn #hope you had a good one too! #puzzle pieces anon

[notanorigami]

finally got to watch bride of halloween, so here's all my reactions while watching :3 (warning: VERY LONG and rambley)

"the opening scene. omg. why would they make a super realistic wedding ceremony if it's an exercise?? also, sato-san literally saw two important ppl of hers die. why would they make it so it looked like takagi-kun died as well???"

"i love how the explosion is pink."

"i like how jazzy(?) the new remix of the theme sounds"

"if i ever get married or go to a wedding, i'm just going to wear a suit. screw dresses. they're pretty, but they're a pain in the ass to wear ;-;"

"how has agasa-san not been sued yet???"

"wow, everyone's dying. i think they just want us to have a heart attack every ten minutes"

"i love how the title cards are halloween-themed. it's so cute :))"

"wait, why did they make villain-san look so much like mary-san and that bitch-san? (lmao, don't even remember her name, that's how much i hate her)"

"i love how disappointed sato-san looks"

"nah, he's not texting his girlfriend, he's texting his dead boyfriend"

"OH MY GOSH I JUST REALIZED, THE TITLE CARDS ARE LITERALLY WIDE PUMPKINS"

"poor chiba-kun"

"jeez, that's cold kazumi-san. i know you're just doing your job, but jeez"

"takagi-kun is definitely a malewife"

"wait... is christine villain-san?"

"aww, they're so cute. i really nothing happens *COUGH COUGH*"

"AWWW, THEY'RE SO CUTEE- and of course she disappears :P"

"wait, the psb technically kidnapped a child. why are they not going: 'why the fuck do you want to speak to this child?'"

"ah yes, running to where the gunshot sounds are coming from is always a good idea"

"matsuda: smh, you ruined my bomb-defusing fun times >:("

"wait, where did date-san get that car door from????"

"zero: you won't get away. villain-san: *gets away*"

"wow these flames are pretty :O"

"so friend-san must be villain-san, right?"

"maybe christine is acting?"

"wait- SHE'S NOT VILLAIN-SAN??"

"bruh, they literally doxxed themselves by putting up that website"

"WHY WOULD YOU CHOKE SOMEONE IN PUBLIC? AREN'T YOU TRYING TO STAY LOW????"

"oh, so it is her... wait, it's him?"

"it was her! :)"

"HELL YEAH FURUYA-SAN!"

"wait, so everyone got saved twice because hagiwara used a baseball that one time"

"AWWWW- mitsuhiko, stop"

"OMG, ANOTHER TRAINING EXERCISE??"

anyways, 10/10 movie. i can't wait for the next one :)

#detective conan #case closed #dcmk

[k1lr0y]

Dream journal,

I was in a Dune-esque type setting. I was with the Fremen-equivalent. I arrived in the night and was taken in by a watchman who knife-fought a hostile in order to get me up a cliff to safety. The hostile wasn't killed, he just kinda fucked off.

The stillsuits were much more complex to put on and for some reason, and some parts you could put on yourself, but you couldn't put one on someone else if you were wearing one so somebody had to take theirs off to put mine on, then a third had to take theirs off so they could dress each other.

While inside, I learned that the suit actually co-opted your clothes as part of it and the person dressing me chose a pair of pants that I actually own and love. I was really sad about this cuz it meant that pair would be ruined but the person dressing me said she wasn't doing it again.

A couple of them were big mad that all this effort was happening for me and voted to have me killed. But a cute boy evidently had a crush on me and said he'd complete some kind of challenge to win me a place. I had known this would happen because id seen a trailer for this movie. I also knew the boy would be murdered after successfully completing his task. Another boy tried to undercut this and proposed to me but for some reason I knew this was a trick to negate the challenge. I realized the guy from the beginning was part of the scheme.

During the challenge, which seemed like some kind of free-for-all, we were airstruck and I lost consciousness. When I came to the scene had totally changed. The fremen types were still there but now the setting was an industrial shipping yard. I was at the base of the cliff I had been on, which was now a stack of shipping containers. A soldier was talking over a loudspeaker trying to convince the fremen types that the bombs had actually targeted the soldiers there and not the fremen. It made sense in the context of the dream.

Across from me, some plainclothes soldiers had all their other gear on and I assumed they were friendly but the fremen and the soldier on the loudspeaker reached an understanding and the soldiers across from me were all killed instantly by gunshots. It turns out they were enemies (they had the weapons an enemy faction in an fps game would have) and my squad emerged out of the water in front of me (which had been sand previously) and tossed me a mw2 ACR w/ grenade launcher. That's the weapon people used for the OMA strat, but I was just kinda using it normally? The dream became an fps game that made you strictly follow your npcs orders so being out of position got you yelled at. I blindly shot through a container to kill an enemy and save some fremen but the scene then changed.

I was in some kind of romantic historical drama with a famous actress. Scene changed again.

Everything previously was footage being played at a movie awards show but all I could see was the buffet line. The lighting was like 10 minutes before a big thunderstorm. It looked more like a wedding. The way it worked was you got to get food when your movie was being talked about. Someone in line literally turned out to be my choir director from college. He seemed happy to be there.

Overall a pretty thrilling dream. It had everything; suspense, romance, action, weirdly specific personal details, someone I know in a really strange setting but still themself, things I could read further into if I chose, and it didn't wake me up in the middle of the night. It did wake me up half an hour before my alarm but it was at the end of a sleep cycle so I feel very awake and rested. 9/10.

#dream journal #text post

[castle-dominion]

c2x17 tick tick tick...

RC: ask me why I’m here KB: I ask myself that every day

Ryan’s jacket again looks like one Dirk Gently (or my gay uncle who lives in australia) would wear

She’s so right, it is not her, but since it was Heavily based on her she Should get a say in who plays her. My family has discussed this many times. 

This was one of the first episodes I had seen. Actually, it was the last one I’d seen before never watching castle again because we only had four episodes on our TV. Then we got the DVD set & FINALLY I got to see the second part. Yay for two-part episodes...

MR: “you are not another man, besides, I trained you!” (so true bestie) (also, another point for the “rick castle is trans” AUs)

RC: they spell something,, they spell... Kinki :}

I love music sm. I know a fiddle song called calliope house that I can play in four keys & on any string.

Second intro ^-^ I am going to keep this post I think.

Oh right the fbi. I mean cooperation & acab & gizmos & all that good stuff.

He’s like a kid. Excited. Playing with this stuff.  Girl it is BETTER to have a machine to do the work, it is faster, it doesn’t matter.  Rick, ew, you have Nikki Heat & someone called “Rook” (which will get you killed in a chess club if you call it a “castle”) & it’s literally just RPF & you make em have sex. Come on bro, you know the BS she already deals with as a female cop in the early 00s? (& IG 2010s)

Yeah bud the animation sure works like that & it’s just that easy

Agent Shaw & Castle really are a lot like beckett & castle.

She could have said “I will come with one person as backup, I cannot come alone, but I will somewhat respect your wishes” maybe?

I like shaw. We have more people than you do, our goal is to catch the killer. You need to get some rest, I’m a mom, I know that.

“Aha, one of your old wedding videos” he says, about martha rodgers the actress fighting with a guy in a monster costume

OH NO I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART, DOES HE DROP THE BODY OUTSIDE THE DOOR? no wait I think it’s castle. She keeps her gun in a drawer? In Canada you need to have guns locked up, on the farm we would actually keep the gun but lock up the bullets. She doesn’t have it on her, she doesn’t have it locked up, she has it halfway in between?

Yeah data & gadgets are so cool & like... Granted, she does envy that he listens to shaw.

“I will have you know that I sleep with a gun” IS SHE OK? how do you even do that? Is it like bed knife from markiplier?

I like how he just made himself at home & went through her cupboards & all that. Though I’m sad she mostly orders in. It is not /so/ hard to meal prep on sundays,, at least for lunches & then you could order dinner... or maybe you make supper every night (that you are free) & take leftovers to lunch daily. It surprises me how much people don’t cook...

“there’s a body out there I need to find” comedic timing

Ryan how is that relevant??? XD XD ryan chill “what time did you & mr castle go to bed last night?”

Lanie (& literally everyone): So cute the way you do that

It’s neat seeing castle wearing normal clothing instead of his usual style

JS: Ok sweetie, Mommy has got to go arrest somebody now, I’ll be home for dinner. I love you, bye. So cute ^u^

Spoilers for the next episode: Ok but even after watching this I don’t understand. He shot the gun, where did the bullet go? The gunshot is what told the fbi to go in, & he definitely did shoot the gun, but how would it work? Ben conrad had to have been dead on the ground & set up before Scott shot. Once scott fired, he ran & hid in the hidey hole & let the pigs find the body. Where did he shoot?

two-floor apartments are so weird to me. I once stayed in a penthouse mansion in japan four times as big as the floors below, but... it was the entire floor, not double-leveled. 

Ok but this trigenerational household is so great!

No but listen. When you shoot a gun or loose an arrow, you usually use the hand that correlates to your dominant eye. I’m left-eye dominant (ish) but right-handed, I learned to shoot with my right hand, & I Really Really Suck. Ben Conrad might have been mixed handed in that way, writing with his left, shooting with his right. Except for them seeing him in the window that is.

Ooh I love a landline -u-

Sure bestie cuz that’s how it worked.

I actually just remembered, I DID see another episode after this on network TV, but it was way in the future & beckett said “I still don’t have a house” & I’m like ‘so she did survive & her home did get blown up, huh’

#castle 2x17 #castle 2x17 spoilers #castle s2 spoilers #castle family #castle 2x18 spoilers