this doctor's hand is the size of a finger
thanks for the ask @livingloops!
clarity: 7/10
this is pretty obviously an ad for clickbait about skincare, although the specific remedy is of course not mentioned.
format: 3/10
the text is repeated twice and the parenthetical inside the quotation is odd. the image may be bizarrely eye-catching, but that doesn't really make up for it.
targeting: N/A (this ad was not displayed to me)
verdict: 5/10
the ad is upfront, but repeats things strangely
weirdness: 7/10
the thing being advertised isn't too weird, but the picture is..... so strange.
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candid 😊
cw: somnophilia, non-con/dub-con :)
Max pads down the hallway, socked feet hitting the cool wood, heading towards Daniel's office.
"Daniel, do you maybe know which suitcase I packed my toothbrush charger in?" Max asks, entering Daniel's small office space. It's a dark room, Corey apparently told Daniel that would be good for when he was editing his photos. A few of Daniel's less important trophies adorn the walls, photo albums are stacked onto shelves that Max takes down regularly to fawn through, rolls of film and cameras that Max isn't allowed to touch are off to the side, resting on a chest of drawers.
Daniel leaps forward in his chair as Max enters, the desktop screen in front of him going black, before turning sheepishly around to look at Max, eyes wide.
"What were you doing?" Max laughs, walking closer to Daniel.
"Nothing- just catching up on emails." Daniel fumbles out, avoiding eye contact, choosing instead to pick up Max's hand from where he's stood in front of him, and playing with the ring on his finger.
"That is a lie," Max chides. "If you were watching porn you do not have to be ashamed." Max chooses to sometimes, the ring on his finger proof that Daniel would never get bored of him, but they both like to try new things, and Max likes to do the research. He lets himself get all worked up, doesn't touch himself, just waits, achingly hard, until Daniel comes home and falls to his knees in front of him. Takes care of him.
"No--" Daniel rebuts quickly. "Just e-mails. Photos. Ya' know. After holiday stuff."
"You were looking through the holiday photos?" Max asks. He immediately sits himself down in Daniel's lap, swinging them back around towards the computer. "We can look through them together. Then choose the best ones of course for your instagram." Daniel's hand comes around Max's waist, pulling him tight to Daniel's chest and Max can feel the beat of his heart, fast--erratic.
Max pushes the small button on the side of the computer and the screen lights up again--it's him. Asleep. In the hammock tied under a palm tree. Sun falling over his face, his hair a golden blonde in this lighting, his mouth slightly wide. Max shuffles in Daniel's lap, getting more comfortable. He surprisingly doesn't hate the photo, more surprised that Daniel would hide it from him. He pulls the mouse towards him, and clicks onto the next one.
It's him, again. On the queen sized bed. Asleep on his front. His knee bent upwards, a thin sheet draped across his lower half, leaving Max with only a tiny bit of decency. It must of been a late afternoon nap, as the room is lit up in warm amber hues. Max can feel himself going red all over, can feel Daniel barely breathing below him. Seeing himself so at peace, rested, he looks calm, serene. He's never seen himself like this.
He reaches forward for the mouse again, grasping it, but Daniel's hand rests on his, forceful.
"Don't," Daniel whines, resting his forehead onto Max's shoulder at the same time. Max doesn't listen, Daniel's begging only making him want to see more.
The next photo--Max takes a sharp inhale. Daniel grips him tighter to him, fingers pressing into Max's waist.
Max is in the same position as before, but this time, the white sheet has been removed. The photos in portrait, and at the bottom, the head of Daniel's dick is in view, cum pooling at the tip. Max's mouth waters. Daniel's other hand, the one not holding the camera, the one with the rose tattoo Max loves to bite down on when they have to be quiet, is cupping Max's ass, holding it. Max's back and hole is covered in cum--Daniel's cum-- white streaks intermixed with the freckles littering Max's back. It's quiet between them, the only sound filling the office being them both breathing heavily.
"Daniel--" Max whispers.
"I'm so sorry baby," Daniel timidly says, kissing Max's neck. "You're such a deep sleeper. You look so relaxed, calm, rested. It just does something to me. You looking so looked after. I can't help myself sometimes. Sorry. I'll stop. Sorry."
Max twists in Daniel's lap, turns away from the photo he can't stop looking at, blinks finally, holds Daniel's cheek in his hand, rubs his thumb in circles across it, through the days old stubble he loves to feel against him.
"You have done this before?" He asks. Daniel blinks slowly, looks down, and then back up, locking eyes with Max, smiling slightly.
"Got a whole album baby." Daniel says, his tone sounding a mix of jokey and nervous. Max can feel his shorts getting tighter, the idea that Daniel jerks off over him whilst he's sleeping, that he can't wait for Max to wake up, that there are tens of, hundreds maybe, photos of him covered in Daniel's cum that he's unaware of.
"Show me," Max demands, and it clicks for Daniel then. Max isn't disgusted by this. Max is just as turned on as he gets. "Although I do not think we can approve these for your Instagram." Max adds.
Daniel takes the mouse from under Max's hand, his other hand now moving away from his waist, travelling lower to cup him, and navigates to a folder multiple clicks away, types in the password one-handed, rubbing Max through the thin material of his shorts.
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Real Quick Thoughts...
Because when you are rooting for a relationship, people sometimes look at you sideways and look at your opinion differently. Throw the ship out for a second (even though the lack of temporary closure for the ship is the episode's biggest flaw).
From a writer's perspective, you have two characters and you have them be parents to a child, share looks with soft music (music that is their themes mixed) in the background, fight together, work together, become inseparable, and pledge loyalty to each other (a pledge of loyalty that, might I add, is framed close to a similar pledge that makes the differences in lighting, tone, and music clear). Hell, you even have an entire episode (by BDH aka the romantic angles director) with two sets of lovers to parallel the duo, and side characters calling out a main character for her actions towards the other. You take all this... and you don't even include a simple farewell?
I'm not even asking for a super sappy romantic one (even though you earned it with the great development of their relationship). I'm not asking for them to try to get the other to join them because they can't stand to be apart, or for her to take off his helmet similar to how Omera tried in the first season to show not only the change of Mandalorian culture but also how deeply in love loyal Din is to Bo. I'm just asking for a simple "see ya" with a payoff to the development and the wine. And I think this can also explain why people seem to feel "indifferent" or "hollow." They didn't pay it off, but the ending was open-ended, but the action was good, but the pacing was off at the end, and you just come back to...
The middle...
On the bright side, these three are the focus of this era of Star Wars so this is for sure not the last time we see them, and I believe the slow burn will pay off... in two years 😒
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